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[wroteclassicaly]

I can't get that library gif set you reblogged out of my head. Like sir bang me against the table in a secret library room

I can definitely imagine it now.

A/N: Language, NSFW, smut, creampie, vaginal fingering, mentions of masturbation, sex in public, all kinds of filth and brain thot rot.

You’ve been passing notes back and forth all day, needing Steve, needing him to need you. The last one seems to get his attention more than any of the rest.

~*~

Stevie…?

I have to confess that I broke one of our rules today. Couldn’t wait until we had to study for the science exam tonight. Just needed something to hold me over. I tried my own fingers again, but they weren’t as good as yours. I came though, and I decided to taste it this time. Fuck, baby, it wasn’t bad. Can’t wait for you to have your turn.

Xoxo

And you’d pressed your frosted lips to seal the enveloped spiral sheet, happily sated for the moment. It was only when Steve caught you around the elbow during sixth period, waiting for the corridor to empty before dragging you into the library, your ass ramming into the wooden table, lamps shaking from the pressure—that you realized the extent of your little love letter.

“You know how hard it was to talk about the fucking civil war with a raging boner in history class?”

“I can see it was hard.” You gulp around your observation of his bulge, nestled beneath tight denim washed jeans.

His thumb finds your chin, the pad resting just on your lower lip and pulling. He steps closer, his breath hot and smelling like his secret courtyard cigarette, the mints he pops after to cover the scent, and the glass bottle of Coke that he keeps in his locker to sip on during passing.

“Spread your legs and take off your panties.”

A sporadic thump echoes in your guts, making you gasp. “But the librarian—“

“Is eating her lunch way up front. We’re all the way back here.” He tuts at your hesitation.

“What? You couldn’t help yourself when you snuck off to touch my pussy, could you?”

“I didn’t mean-“

“Oh, I know exactly what you meant, honey,” he says, briefly breaking with a low rapped rasp in his gravelly tone. “tell me, where’d you do it at?”

“Steve…”

“I asked you—“ His mouth finds the shell of your ear, hot breath caressing the shell, stimulating your nipples beneath the cotton of your bra. “—where. did. you. do. it.?”

“In the girl’s bathroom.”

His teeth find your lobe, tugging gently. “Oh yeah? Did you ride your hand, back against the stall? Maybe you propped a foot up on the toilet seat? Or did you sit down so you could spread those legs a little more?”

You moan with a gaped mouth, reaching for his watch covered wrist and squeezing. You don’t argue anymore. He filters a hand beneath the backs of your thighs as you lift, hand tucking into the fabric of your underwear, his other hand sliding along your leg, helping part your limbs to attach to the soaked silk, assisting you in getting it off. You want to bury your face into his shoulder when the string of how much you’re turned on connects from you to the crotch of your panties. Steve rubs his fingers through it, before he pockets your garment in his jeans, stepping back into place and undoing his own pants.

“I can’t wait anymore, baby. And it’s all your fault—“ He clutches onto your hand and presses it into the table beside your left thigh, his other hand stroking along your neck. “—M’ gonna cover your mouth now, and I’m gonna fuck you, honey. And no one will know what’s going on back here but us.”

When you agree and he’s already taking himself through your wetness, the shiny slick visible in lamplight, across the table, your spare hand finds his shoulder and clenches as he pushes inside, giving you a few seconds to adjust, whispering in your ear, your stutters coming off as little bursts of air against his palm that’s hovering over your lips.

“It’s okay. I know, I know, sweetheart. Give it a second, like always.” He pulls his hand away to slide between your legs and rub at your clit, his mouth finding yours as he begins a rhythm.

It gets loud, audible even over his big hand clasped over your mouth. When you can’t take it, you’re squeezing his waist, hand pulling and running through his hair, fingers on your left side still interlocked, he starts to falter, eyes wide, forehead resting against yours. “Shit, honey. Fuck, baby. You’re soaking my cock for me, what a good fucking girl you are.”

It’ll be a mess if he pulls out, so you fall back onto your elbows, letting him hike your legs around his waist, his hands finding purchase on the table, one spreading your cunt open to rub your clit in time with the rhythmic movements and the creaking of the table. He cums seconds before you, an apologetic whimper where you have to reach out and cover his mouth, the vibrations undoing your own orgasm. He fucks you through it, palm back over your mouth until you stop trembling and can speak without whimpering. He nuzzles you, stroking your shaking thighs. “You okay?”

“So glad I passed you that note, Steve.”

“Take that as a yes then?”

When he helps you off the table and leads you out with your fingers laced and his cum warm and inside you, dangerously close to dripping down your thighs, that’s his perfect payback.

[babybluebex]

Bestie, none of us know how to talk to people / start a conversation. That's why we're on here 🤣

Anyways Hi 🤗

true true lol hi there!

[parkermunson]

This is me finally working up the courage to talk to you

Hi

when i tell you i was literally about to send a message to you lmao

anyway, hi!!! nice to finally talk <3

[vroomvroommuppett]

Imagine: Oliver as people's sexiest man alive

he wouldn’t tell you and when it came out, was blowing up with notifications and when you got downstairs, sporting nothing but lacy panties and one of his shirts, your husband was cooking breakfast in nothing but gray sweatpants

“babe? why am i getting notifications saying ‘congratulations’”?

he led you to the couch and grabbed his phone and a magazine. he started recording and you were very confused

“so you know how people does a sexiest man alive each year?”

you just nodded

“well i got picked this year and it came out today. i wanted to surprise you”

he gave you the magazine and you were speechless. you’d tell him everyday that he’s sexy, but this was a whole new level. you put the magazine down and turned to him

“i’m so proud of you baby. i’m hanging this up”

he stopped the recording and you straddled him

“i can’t believe i’m married to the sexiest man alive. i want to look at the article and other pictures but right now i just want you. i want to celebrate this accomplishment”

he responded with kissing you. you deepened the kiss and started grinding on him. he moaned and then broke the kiss.

“while being the sexiest man alive is great, i want to be known as the sexiest dilf alive. will you let me put a baby in you?”

“please. i want your baby in me, daddy”

he picked you up and brought you upstairs to your room and you spent all day with breaks here and there celebrating his title and putting a baby in you.

yeah so a few months later, you found out you were pregnant (that’s a whole nother ask in and of itself)

[harringtons-cupid]

Peaches - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader

➻WC: 6.6, this wasn't meant to be this long ??? Apologies

➻Warnings: 18+

Flashback warnings. Angst, Making out, creampies, cunnilingus, male oral sex, penetrative sex, choking, spanking, pinching, blindfold, dirty talk. Public sex, bathroom sex. Mirror kink. Underwear teasing. Squirting.

➻Tagged list: @choke-me-eddie @vecnuthy @jonathansonlysweetheart @oo0lady-mad0oo @pleasantlycrazyworld @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme

Series | Masterlist | Part Two | Part Three |

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You and Joe Quinn were childhood best friends, you had experienced everything that London had to offer. The good and the bad.

The nickname “Peaches” had been tossed around since you first met, you think about that first day every chance you get.

Today you were sitting on the tube in London, journeying to work. Your phone pinged, a random message from Joe. You rarely talked nowadays, it was brief text messages and occasionally video calls on important events

Today was the same as it always had been since Joe moved away to travel, he had been booked to do many interviews after the rise of Stranger Things 4.

Hey Peaches, hope you’re doing okay. Miss you.

That nickname always took you back.

“Hello, what are you doing eating that?” The little boy sneered at you, crouching down to reach your eye level.

“I just like them” you shrugged, a can of peaches between your thighs and the spoon in your in mouth.

He peered at you with such amusement, his blonde curls covered his face as his chocolate brown eyes stared into you.

“What are they?” He was curious as you took another bite, slurping loudly on the sugary juice that they sat in.

“Peaches, they are really tasty. Do you want one?” Your eyes softly blinking at him as you swallowed your mouthful, digging into the can and scooping a peach out for the strange boy.

He nodded, leaning forward and taking the wet sticky peach off your spoon. Licking his fingers as he chewed the sweet treat, a grin appeared on his face. Sitting down against the wall to join you.

“It was nice, thank you” still smiling at you as you handed him another peach.

As you got older, that meeting stuck in Joes mind. His stomach would skip at any mention or sight of peaches.

Every birthday, you receive at least 1 peach related item in your generous gift basket from Joe.

This year, you were worried that you wouldn’t even receive that. Your birthday was in 2 days, Joe would usually call you beforehand incase he ‘missed it’ but you wondered if he did it just to hear your voice.

As you walked into your office building, you noticed that everyone was being unusual with you. Shrugging it off, you walked towards your desk. You heard quiet whisperings as you past, still not thinking anything of it you sat down at your desk. Taking off your coat and leaning down towards your bag, you noticed it.

A can of peaches starting at you with obnoxious yellow post it note, curiously you looked around before ripping off the note.

Peaches,

Open me.

Smiling with a giddy sensation bubbling in your stomach, as you took off the lid and peered into the empty contents.

Inside were multiple pieces of papers, one felt like a crumpled envelope and the others were thin handwritten notes. You opened the envelope first, it was beautifully written on cream parchment paper.

Peaches,

I have a few surprises for you this year, tucked behind this letter are two tickets for you. They are invites to a party hosted for you, please wear pink and at the time it states on them please make sure to wear the satin blindfold.

You felt like screaming with excitement, you had always complained how low-key and boring your birthdays were. Feeling unenthusiastic every year but as you opened the other notes, the excitement bubbled.

Hello again,

I just wanted to say that I miss you, as your best friend and as someone who loves you. I know I have been missing your birthday but I promise this year I will make up for it.

You deserve nothing more.

Joe

It was a love letter, a birthday themed love letter. You held it close to your heart with shock, he didn’t say much in the note but you knew. It was more of feeling and you knew that he felt it too, you had noticed the way he looked at you.

Pausing to look at the other letter, a pink satin blindfold fell out between the letters. You brushing the material smiling and purring at the softness.

This note was not a new note, it had aged with a photo tapped onto the lined paper. You took a sharp inhale as tears welled up in your ears, staring st the photo in front of you.

It was of you and Joe at your 12th birthday, smiling boldly together. His arm was tightly around yours as your head nestled into his chest, your paper crown hitting his chin. You were holding a tin of peaches in your hand, the faded colours drifted into your mind as you thought about that day.

“Peaches, your mum wants to take a photo”Joe’s voice travelled as he rushed across your garden, you were stood next to the cake table.

A can of peaches in your hand, a birthday gift off Joe. You had laughed as he’d wrapped it up for you nearly, his arm flung around you pulling you into his chest roughly.

The paper crown he had placed on your head made him wince as it scratched his chin, grinning together as your mum stood with her back to the grey fenced garden with a camera to her face.

“Thanks Peaches for the crown” gritting his teeth as your mum took the photo with her camera, you giggled at his pain.

Escaping his grasp as your mum wandered off into the house, you hit his shoulder and rushed off towards the side of the house. His footsteps followed you quickly chasing after you, squealing as you heard him.

Slamming your back to the wall of the house, giggling and panting. Thinking you had lost him, you began to prise the peaches can open when he appeared around the corner shouting “boo” loudly that made you scream in fright.

He laughed loudly at your reaction, you held your chest tightly as you managed to calm yourself down. Scowling at him, he removed his arm from behind his back holding out a spoon. Still grinning at you, watching as you slid down the wall to the stony ground.

Joining you, your shoulders touching as you took your first bite of the can before placing one on the spoon for him. Grinning together, his head resting near yours. He leant forward and lightly pecked your lips with his, making you giggle. He took the spoon and shoved it into his mouth with a smile.

That light first kiss, still made you flutter. Folding up the photo you placed them back into the can and neatly packed it into your bag. Deciding to reply to Joe’s text message as the feelings of nostalgia and love still sat in your stomach.

Hey Joe!

Thank you for the tin of Peaches, I think you could say that I’m excited for my birthday this year.

The work day flew by, your eyes diverting back to the contents in your bag with a smile.

As you sat on the tube on the way back home, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Joe had replied to your messages hours later, reading the notification on the screen.

You’re welcome Peaches

You deserve it x

Deciding not to reply, you smiled placing your phone back into your pocket and stumbled off the tube into the cold and busy streets of London.

It was dark as you turned your keys into the lock, your housemate worked nights and rushed passed you. Kissing your cheek and mumbling as she shut the door in a hurry.

Managing to get parts of her sentences, you wandered into the kitchen where a pile of letters sat on the counter. They were all addressed to you, assuming they were birthday cards you scooped them up and took them into the living room where the fire was blaring.

You recognised most of the handwriting on each of the envelopes from distant family and friends, but hiding amongst them was a light peach coloured card that felt soft in your hand. Your fingers traced the contents, when you found nothing truly exciting you opened it.

A couple of notes fell out onto the floor, a hand painted card fitted between your fingers. There was an outlined tree in black with a couple sitting underneath it, a cute quote was scribbled across the top.

“Go back to your roots from time to time, it will always be with you”

You felt crying as you opened the doublepaged card, Joe’s handwriting was neatly dotted on the middle page.

Dear Peaches,

Happy birthday (though I know you opened this days before)

I hope you enjoy your gifts from me, I’m planning on making this one a special one for this particular milestone.

With love

Joe

Your fingers traced his pen marks, you could see the smudging from the pen. Smiling as he was right, you had opened all your gifts and card days earlier. Collecting the money off the floor stuffing it into your pocket you placed the card on the fire place and sat down.

Deciding to ring Joe as you felt too happy to type, the connecting tone continued for a few minutes before you received an automated message from Joe.

Can you call back later? I’m busy

Your heart sunk, falling deeper onto the sofa as the card stared at you. Feeling slightly jealous, you typed his name into google search. Trying to find out where in world he was today, there was fan footage on twitter about him being sighted in Spain.

Not realising how deep into the search you had gone until Joe’s FaceTime call covered your screen, smiling you answered.

His grin was plastered across his face, you could see his gold chains hanging from his neck. His brown eyes twinkling in the bright flouresent lights.

“Peaches!” He seemed drunk as he enthusiastically said your nickname. Laughing at your not so happy reaction.

“Im-sworry for um not answering. I was with Anna, i'm sure I told you about her” his voice got louder to the speaker as he moved the camera into the dark as ‘Anna’s face appeared on screen.

She was pretty brunette. Her rich olive skin illuminated her deep brown eyes. Her smile was pretty as she waved on the screen.

Jealously seeped into your veins, trying to hide it you sparked up a brief conservation with Anna before Joe grabbed the phone back and began nattered to you joyfully.

You spoke for just under 20 minutes before you made some pathetic excuse to hang up, falling into the sofa as the call ended. Your heart felt heavy as images of him and Anna together made you sick.

It was Thursday night and you were alone crying to yourself because your best friend had found a woman that wasn't you.

Switching on the television to distract your mind from him, finding nothing interesting. You lied there watching boring romantic drama which sucked you into your feelings again, your phone was on silent when Joe messaged you.

It took you a while to answer it, you had made yourself food and got yourself too invested into the television show to care. The screen was bright against your eyes as you opened his message, almost dropping it into your snack tray.

Peaches,

I hope you’re okay, Anna said it was lovely to meet you. I met her in Spain, it’s nothing long term but apparently I talk about you alot and I think she wanted to put a face to a name. 

I miss you 

Joe

Your thoughts were racing as you finished reading his message. Giggling to yourself at the idea that Joe talks about you frequently, the romantic drama didn’t seem too bad now. You finished watching it, falling asleep on the sofa until you were lightly shook by your housemate. 

The next day happened quickly, more gifts arrived for you from distant family members. Your family called you and sent money into your bank account, you assumed that your parents knew about the party because they giggled when they discussed your birthday plans. 

It was a day before your birthday, you opened the front door as the postman was repeatedly ringing the doorbell. Swinging the door open, he thrusted a big cardboard box into your hand and forced you to sign for it before leaving. You stared at the box in your hand, with intrigue you dropped it onto the kitchen counter and ripped it open.

Hiding beneath the paper packaging was a pink ankle length dress, that exposed your breast slightly. Underneath it was a matching shirt and trousers with a printed note on top.

Peaches,

I hope you like your choice of outfits, you’ll look great in either one.

Joe

Giggling to yourself as you examined both outfits, feeling more and more excited about tomorrow. It wasn't a big milestone in your eyes but the way Joe was treating it, made you feel incredibly important.

You were hoping that Joe would be there tomorrow in person but as you hung up both of the outfits, you feelings began to transfer into hopelessness. He hadn't spoken to you since the facetime call, knowing that he would be with Anna. Your heart sunk as the image of him laughing with her and not you, filled your chest.

Collapsing on your bed, you stared at the ceiling inhaling hard to avoid tears falling heavily. Wiping away the few drops that hit your cheeks, you were startled as your bedroom door burst open. Your housemate Emily, who was standing in your doorway with a smile on her face waving 3 tickets in her hands excitedly.

"Come on you! Your mum bought us all some spa tickets before tomorrow'' she yanked you off your bed, crashing into her making you laugh. Her hair bounced from the violent movements, her eyes were full of light and happiness as she looked at you. Bringing you into a hug, you smelt her soft and light perfume against her neck.

''He'll come, don't worry. Now lets get you changed, yeah?'' Her voice was soft in your ear, so soothing as she stroked your hair. She knew all about your situationship with Joe, she was closest friend.

Emily had been your friend throughout University, even when you wanted to drop out. She had been by your side when Joe decided to move all the way over to the Americas one day, she stroked your hair as you cried yourself to sleep that night.

She helped you change into something other than your pyjamas, wiping the tears off your face and kissed your cheek. Holding you at arms length and smiling at you, her hand in yours as she guided you downstairs where your mum was sat drinking a cup of tea.

Rushing over to embrace you the moment she saw you, after your pleasantries. You grabbed your overnight bag and set off towards the Spa Hotel, sitting nervously in the back of your mums car. Listening to Emily and your mum chatter on in the front, your thoughts drifted to Joe.

Checking your phone, you typed out a message. Your hands shaking with every touch.

Thank you for the outfits, they are beautiful.

I'm loving the theme, I'm currently on my way to a spa day/night with Emily and my mum.

Will I see you tomorrow? :)

As you pressed the send button on your phone, your hands grew sweatier with nerves as you reread your message once more. Emotions of embrassement and stupidity filled your body, you felt needy but your feelings were justified.

Your mum parked the car outside the front of the beige stately manor hotel, the ground was filled with white stones that dug into your thin shoes. Wincing as you tiptoed awkwardly across into the hotel, it was beautifully furnished with thick blue carpeting and cream wall furnishing. Paintings and photographs hung from every wall, you were mesmerised completely forgetting about Joe.

Collecting your keys from reception, your mum disappearing in the opposite direction as you and Emily wandered upstairs to your shared bedroom. The silence was comfortable, your phone pinged echoing into the vast hallway. Hesitant to check, your eyes met Emily's who nodded her slight approval.

Knowing that it was from Joe.

Hey Peaches,

Well like I said, you deserve it all. That sounds incredible, I wish I could be at spa. I'm waiting in line for my plane as we speak.

It's possible that you might ;)

Your stomach summersaulting at his message, your eyes followed the winky face with joy. Giggling loudly as you pressed your phone into your chest, kicking your legs up. Emily laughed at you.

''It was from Joe, he said that it's possible I might see him tomorrow'' you squealed as she took your hands, jumping with you with joy in the hallway. A housekeeper shot you a puzzled look as he walked past, giggling together you rushed down the hallway to room 302.

The spa treatments were relaxing, you felt like a new person when you changed into your evening clothes. You danced together, drank together. You couldn't wait for tomorrow, it felt like it couldn't come quick enough.

You woke up earlier than Emily, your nerves were eating you in inside. Sitting out on the balcony of your hotel room, overlooking the misty grounds as your phone pinged excessively. Ignoring most of the messages, placing it on vibrate sipping a hot instant coffee. You thought about Joe and 'your party' this evening, a sudden urge to speak to him came over you. Grabbing your phone, you pressed video call.

His sleepy eyes answered the phone, you could see his chains dangling around his neck as he walked into another room. He didn't say much at first, you heard distinct mumbling around you.

Turning his phone around, you were received with a out of tune version of 'Happy Birthday' overcome with joy you covered your mouth in shock. Trying to hide your laughter, Joe's parents waved enthuastically after they had finished.

''Hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you, Peaches'' his voice was croaky and stale, you could tell that you woke him up. His hair was a mess as he wiped it back, his eyes switching between you and something else in the room.

Trying not to act jealous, you thanked him for the song and your gifts once more. Chatting for a few moments before it went silent.

''So, Peaches. I have to dash, I have an interview in an hour. About seeing you today, uh I need see if I can get back in time. You have everything you need though?'' he seemed off as he spoke, his eyes never meeting yours.

Your heart broke, hanging up and throwing your phone on the floor noisily. You sunk further into the chair, your arms crossed tightly as you stared off into the distance. Replaying your conversation in your head, the way he looked and how he never met your eye contact.

Emily woke up an hour later, you were still visibly upset when she slid open the balcony door. Bringing out your birthday presents, you unwrapped them with excitment. Hugging her and thanking her profusely, she had handmade a gold bracelet with your initial on it, along with rose quartz necklace and earrings.

''Now how about we go for a birthday walk?'' she smirked, removing a blunt from her pocket. Your eyes were filled with sadness despite your smile shone brightly.

You didn't realise she had hear your conversation.

The grounds were vast and beautiful, wild flowers grew alongside each other. There was an orchard at the furthest part, a white painted bench was situated under a pink rose archway.

As you sat with Emily passing the blunt between you, your worries melted. You got used to the idea that Joe wouldn’t be there for your birthday, like you did every year.

The day flew by quickly, you celebrated with your parents and Emily. Eating as much food and cake as you could, by the time it began to grow darker your feelings of nervousness had flourished into excitement.

You put on your outfit from Joe, deciding to apply minimal makeup as Emily did your hair. Two glasses of procesco balanced on your dressing table, the tickets for “your party” were staring up at you. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you felt confident and happy as Emily smiled back at you.

Picking up the necessary items, you both wandered downstairs. Sitting together on the sofa, sharing a blunt and the remnants of the bottle of procesco. The tickets were sitting on top of your handbag on the floor next to you, it was 7:40PM when the prearranged taxi beeped outside.

Gasping, you drunk the rest of your glass as Emily shoved the blindfold over your eyes and hurried you outside. The cool air hit your cheeks as she pushed you into the taxi, it smelt of old cigarettes and faint sweat.

The music made you dance a little as you sat blindfolded next to Emily, giggling to yourself as the alcohol hit you at once. You felt the taxi stop, you could hear voices and bodies scrambling as Emily grasped your hand. Standing on what felt like the concrete side, Emily muttering behind you to driver before she hurried you inside. Dance music filled your ears, more voices chattering around you as a drink was thrusted into your hands.

Vibing along with the music, you danced your way through the room. Sipping on the champagne glass, until you stood still feeling someone untie the blindfold. In front of you was the whole view of London, the lights flickering in the dark. Getting familiar with your surroundings you noticed that you were at a rooftop bar, clutching onto the nearly empty glass.

You looked around for the person who took off your blindfold, until you saw someone walking towards you. The lights bouncing off them as they walked, they were wearing a light pink suit. As they grew closer and closer, you recognised them. Squealing with delight as your legs picked up speed, rushing towards them and your arms flung around their neck.

It was Joe.

He looked incredible, wearing a matching coloured outfit to you. Breathing in his scent, his beard brushing against your skin as he laughed into your ear. You moved away from him, your lips close together as you felt him pull you onto him.

Kissing you, his hands in your hair. Pulling hard onto the strands of hair, making you moan slightly. You laughed in embarrassment, your eyes met his. They were dark and full of lust, he smirked at you. In the dim lighting of the balcony, you realised just how much he had missed you.

''I thought you'd never come'' you mumbled against his lips as he pushed you onto him once more.

''I was always coming, who do you think did all this?'' he stopped kissing you, lacing his hand with yours and directing you towards the entrance of the bar.

Stuttering as you looked inside the glass window, the room was pink themed with your friends and family all dressed to match the theme. Pink flowers hung from the ceiling, with pink themed drinks, silver accessories scattered across the room. The room twinkled, breathless you covered your mouth in shock as he opened the door.

The yellow lights had pink and white decorations intertwined with them, Joe squeezed your hand tightly as you were greeted loudly by the crowd. Tears fell from your cheeks, turning to look at Joe who winked with a smile.

Emily rushed towards you, her arms around your neck giggling into your ear. You felt yourself cry on her shoulder, your hand still holding Joe. Pulling away from her, you walked and greet the crowd. Joe watching you from a far, you turned every now and then to look at him.

As the night went on, more and more 'Peach' themed drink arrived making you laugh. The guests were discussing the theme in amazement, the topic of your relationship came up more than once but you swiftly moved the conversation on.

After you exhausted every possible interaction, you found Joe standing alone on the balcony. You walked out into the cool area, the wind creating goosebumps on skin as you stood next to him.

''Thank you'' your voice was shaky as you leant against the side, leaning down to gaze at the street.

''You're very welcome'' he smiled at you, his hand finding yours. Pulling up from the side into a kiss.

You had never kissed Joe as much as you had tonight, it felt natural.

''What about Anna?'' you mumbled against his lips, breaking the kiss for a second to look at him in all your seriousness.

''Do you think I'd be kissing you, if Anna was serious?'' he questioned, his eyebrows raised before kissing you.

Holding his face with yours as you walked backwards towards the alleyway, his hand grasped onto yours.

''Come on, I have to show you the best bit'' his feet ran slowly around the side of the bar, you giggled with him as you caught up with his speed.

Feelings of mischief and naughtiness filled your body, you continued running until he pushed you into a room. It was a conference room facing the opposite side of the city, the River Thames was flowing below as he kissed you against the glass table. Your glasses fell on the floor as he lifted you up, his hands feeling your features slip between them.

Gasping together, his lips trailing down and peppering your neck. Moaning into the room, his hands reached your thighs. Palming over your crotch making you gasp, you undid the bottom half of your outfit letting your underwear fall as his head buried itself between your thighs.

Your hands pulling on his hair as his tongue met your clit, your back lying on the cool glass table. Your eyes watched the lights below as he sucked hard on your clit, your legs shaking nosily against the glass. The faint sounds of music were covered by his moans as you grew wetter and wetter, his tongue sliding in and out of your opening as your hips bucked a the sensation.

Your eyes now tightly shut as you moved his head with your hands, it felt incredible. You rode his face as you felt your body twitch, gasping loudly as you were close to your climax.

''Joe, f-fuckk'' your body shaking vilontely against the glass as you came hard against his face. He continued to suck on your clit for a few moments more, until you forced his face up to your mouth.

Tasting yourself in his mouth as your hands slide down to his trousers, undoing his belt quickly. Palming his boxers, he moaned into your mouth as forced his boxers down. Feeling his erect cock in your hands, you gasped at the size.

''Fucking hell Joe'' you moaned into his mouth, feeling himself smirk against you as you stroked him softly.

Pulling him closer to you as you moved up the table, sitting your wet pussy against the glass. Angling your fingers for him to follow you, his trousers dropped on the floor as he crawled towards you with a smirk. His eyes were dark and hot, maintaining contact with you until he lied down against the glass with his head closer to your knees.

You stood up, walking carefully around him. Exposing yourself to him as you angled yourself down onto his cock. Both of you moaning as you felt it slid inside you.

This moment had been in your mind since you figured out what sex was.

As your hands stroked his chest, his cock thrusted in and out of you on the glass table. Your moans together as he kissed you sloppily, you felt closer to him than you ever have before.

Not caring if anyone from the bar saw or heard you, he was good. His eyes gazing into yours, his moans were music to your ears. His fingers grasping onto yours hips as he guided you on his cock, his head tipping back as you instructed him to stop moving. Your back arched as you lifted yourself on and off his cock, his tip hitting your soft spot.

He mumbled into his moans as he couldn't lie still anymore, he began pounding hard into you. The table shook violently as your body relaxed, repeatedly hitting your soft spot over and over. Your eyes rolling back as you gasped, relieving yourself on him as he continues. Getting harder and harder, his fingernails gripping onto your ass cheeks as he moved you against him.

The sensation felt weird, slightly embarrassing but as you looked at him. He seemed more aroused by it, pulled you down closer to his skin. Biting hard on your neck, his groans made your clit twitched against him. His arms were holding you tightly against him, forcing you to stay still as he thrusted into you.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty. Especially when taking my cock” breathless as he spoke through a groan.

You felt him twitch and tense inside you as you tightened yourself around his cock. He groaned louder, his head on the table as you got yourself out his grasp and began riding up and down on his cock.

“Fuck Peaches, I’m so so close” his voice was struggled as he trembled beneath you.

“Oh yeah?, You going to be a good boy and cum in me. It is my birthday” you teased, moaning yourself as his tip hit your soft spot again.

“F-fuck” he moaned loudly into the room, the glass table was rocking violently as you moved aggressively trying to reach your climax.

As you gasped loudly, feeling yourself cum hard against him. His hands were playing with your nipples as you felt him cum hard inside you, his body jolting with each thrust. His hands moving down to your hips as he thrust hard inside you, maintaining eye contact as he made sure nothing came out.

Collapsing onto his body, lying there for a few moment breathless together. You looked at him and laughed, still slightly drunk as you kissed him.

“Fucking hell” you felt him laugh against you, still inside you as he lifted his hand to spank your ass cheek.

Smiling at him with giddiness, your body coated in sweat. Your eyes moved to the view beside you, looking at it for a few moments before climbing off the table. After getting redressed, he kissed you hard against the table before hooking your hand in his.

As you walked down the hallway, you pulled him into the nearest disabled toilet. Admiring your look in the mirror as his hand grazed your clit once more, making you gasp and grip onto the sink bowl.

“Fuck Joe, we gotta get back” you moaned, meeting his eyes in the mirror as your clit twitched against his hand.

“Yeah I know” his mouth was on yours as he sped up his pace, feeling your body shake against his. Your eyes tightly closed, your knuckles white from gripping hard.

His hand had slipped into your underwear, his ring grazing against your bare clit as he moved them quickly between it. Your hips grinding hard against his hand, as you moaned into his mouth. You came hard and quick, coating his hand.

He continued moving until you felt your legs buckle, your body shaking hard as you felt yourself cum again. Gasping as you leant closer to the sink, his finger rubbing between your folds before removing his fingers and forcing them into your mouth.

Choking on them before sucking on them himself, his lips met yours. His tongue forcing itself into your mouth as you moaned against it, his lips sucking hard onto your tongue as he pushed you against the sink. Your hips bucking for friction, he quickly removed himself from you.

Moving you in front of him towards the toilet and smacking your ass.

“Sort yourself out, we gotta go” smirking at you in the mirror as you scowled at him. Your wet clit pulsating as you took of your underwear.

Holding them up to him with a smile, his eyes were filled with shock as you stuffed them into his trouser suit pocket.

“Fuck Peaches, who knew you could be so naughty” he smirked in shock, you opened the door to the toilet. Motioning for him to follow you.

Scampering after you like a little puppy, his hand found yours. Walking back towards the party, you hung around at the end of the bar before returning the big group of people together.

They questioned your whereabouts but your eyes met Emily who winked at you with a smirk and made up an excuse.

You danced for a while, Joe brought rounds of shots and drinks to your table. The bar was free, he had pre-brought it for the whole night.

As the guests died down, leaving a few other people with you and Joe. You made your way back towards him, both as drunk as each other. You watched as he paid the staff, clutching a bottle under his arm.

“I think we should get you home yeah? Bed time for you” he spoke with a wink, informing the guests stood with you that the bar is paid for until they leave.

His hand grabbing yours, leading you out into the street. Noticing you shivering, he threw his suit jacket over you as you clambered into a taxi.

Instantly, you were in his lap. Your hands on his as he kissed you, your hips grinding against him in the back of the taxi. His lips leaving trails of kisses against your neck as the taxi came to a halt.

Stumbling out into the street outside your house, the lights were off as you thrusted open the door. He kissed you all up the stairs, swinging your bedroom door open.

As you climbed onto the bed, undressed with your legs open wide watching as he opened the bottle of bubbly. The corked popped loudly making you giggle, he took a loud sip before passing it to you. He began undressing down to his boxers before crawling towards you, drinking more of the bottle as he pulled your legs down the bed.

Kissing up your thighs, you took the bottle out his hands and drank more as he reached your throbbing clit. You moaned loudly as he finally made contact, licking softly with his tongue. Your hips bucking aggressively against his face as his hands moved down you before sliding inside you. Your head hitting the headboard with a loud moan, drinking more of the bottle as you moved yourself against his fingers.

Whimpering as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm, your thighs had been rubbing together all evening since he had last touched you.

“Please fuck me, Joe” you whined loudly at him, his eyes met your with a smirk as his lips began sucking on your clit.

“Not yet Peaches” he mumbled as his fingers, grazed just above your opening. Your hips grinding on his face, as you whined for more friction.

He sucked harder on your clit until you pulled his face up from between your legs, his lips met yours. Groaning as you tasted yourself on him, his bulge grinding against your bare clit. Your hands curled underneath his boxers, pulling the elastic and letting it slap against his skin. He winced as it stung, leaving a red mark on his skin.

Your fingers gripped onto the side near his hips slowly removing his boxers to expose his cock. It was throbbing as you knelt down, it hitting your face slightly. Pre cum glistened off it in the dim light of your room, your tongue licked the top of cock making him shiver.

Salvia forming in your mouth as you took it into your mouth, it hitting the back of your throat as you slid up and down on it. His hips thrusting into your mouth, groaning with every movement. His hands tangled up in your hair as he forced his cock deeper into your mouth.

“Oh god, your mouth feels so good.” He mumbled as you hummed softly, vibrating across his cock. His hands fumbled with the blindfold that was in his hands, placing it over your eyes and tying it as you hummed.

You gagged slightly, tears forming in your ears as salvia dripped out your mouth. Your tongue circled his tip making him groan louder, sloppily moving his cock in and out of your mouth.

“Oh fuck, I could cum any second” he shuddered, as he looked at you. You removed his cock from your mouth, he whined his hips thrusting from friction.

You dropped onto the bed with an ‘oof’ your legs widening, blinking up at him innocently. He growled as he dropped to his knees, rubbing the tip of cock on your clit and down into your opening. Both gasping as he entered you, his thick cock filling you up as he thrusting.

His fingers were circling your clit, your hips bucking against him. Slamming together, groaning in unison as his hands gripped onto your throat and squeezed gently.

As his tip hit your sweet spot, your own hand playing with your clit as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter around him. Your hips moving in time with his, you felt your body relax.

“Oh fuck Joe, I could cum on your cock” you struggled as he squeezed tighter, his rings feeling cold against your skin.

“Oh yeah? You going to squirt again?” He groaned, biting his lip as he thrust slow and hard inside you.

“Uh huh” you whined, your eyes rolling back as your hips arched against his cock.

Gasping as you felt yourself cum, the sensation occurred again. Only now realising that you had squirted on his cock earlier in the conference room.

He groaned as you squirted, coating his cock in your cum. This powered him to thrust harder and harder causing you to wince as it slightly hurt. His tip hitting your soft spot, his hands had loosened their grip around your throat as you felt his dick tense inside you. You knew he could cum very soon.

“You gonna cum for me Joe?” You whined through as he squeezed your throat a bit harder.

He nodded as he groaned, you motioned your hips in the upwards position. Forcing his tip against your soft spot once more before you felt him cum hard inside you. His body jolting excessively as his eyes rolled back, his hands letting go from around your neck.

His body collapsed on top of you heavily, panting alongside with you. Twitching still inside you, before falling next to you grinning.

“Happy birthday Peaches” he smiled, his breath hot against your neck making you giggle.

“Thank you Joe, for everything” you turned your face to meet his lips, sloppily kissing him.

His hands in your hair as your sweaty bodies tangled together, he stroked your hair until you both drifted into deep sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, the bed was cold and empty next to you. A yellow note crinkled as your head rolled over onto the pillow next to you.

Sleepily you picked up and read it.

Peaches,

I hope you had a good birthday!

I enjoyed every second of it, check your phone!

Joe

Grinning you pulled your phone off the bedside table next to you, your phone was bright against your eyes as you opened your messages.

Joe had sent you a photo of him last night, a selfie of him in the mirror wearing the pink suit. His chains reflected off the flash, his smile looked adorable.

You wanted to ask him what you were as you lay there in his shirt but decided not too.

Instead you stared at the photo of Joe smiling and melted.

[sunflowerharrington]

Dreamy Brown and Blue Eyes

ship: afab!reader x eddie munson x billy hargrove x steve harrington

tags: mommy kink, hickeys and lovebites, kissing, jealousy, polyamory, my shameless favoritism, (if you don’t like it don’t read it) it’s mainly fluff but i said i’ll add a little bit of ✨spice✨

taglist: @thefreakofhawkins86 @lxvecakes @quickiesgirl @eddies-bat @myobmaya @steveslittlesunflower @hellfirehaley @thisishellfire @fxllfaiiry @liviawritesthings @taecube @wzrlds @sympathyforher @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @eddiebillysteve @corrodedhawkins @jonathansonlysweetheart 🖤

words: 1378

note: i was thinking about not writing anymore due to something that happened last week, but i thought i’d post this that i wrote this morning as a goodbye (maybe, idk, i haven’t decided if i’m actually leaving or not yet). not proofread or edited.

It was almost midnight, the sun now fully set behind the other buildings around you. You’d spent the majority of your day listening to soft rock music (your choice), curled up in between your boyfriends, holding each other close, keeping each other warm with soft, open mouthed kisses and cuddles.

You wished to lay like this for eternity; Steve on your left, Eddie on your right, and Billy between your legs with his head on your chest, all drawing random shapes on your body. You shared warmth and love, and wanted to stay in your bed, tangled up with your boyfriends forever. And the feeling was mutual.

Eddie had completely enveloped you in his arms, wrapping them around your waist so they were pressed against Steve’s torso, who’d been running his fingers through Billy’s soft curls as he slept, purring like a little kitten. Eddie paid no mind to the blonde, lying half on top of you and over Billy’s arm, wanting your full attention after you’d been drawing little flowers on Billy’s shoulder blade, little red marks indented in his golden skin.

Steve’s large hand that was resting on your hip wandered down south, giving your ass a firm squeeze as he closed his eyes, letting out a happy sigh. He snuggled closer to you, his hand leaving Billy’s hair to run down your arm, lacing his fingers with yours, pulling you back against his chest.

Billy’s hands moved up to your shoulders in his sleep, wrapping his big arms around your neck and his legs around your waist, forcing you to try to sit up. He tucked his head into the side of your neck and let his breath brush against your skin. You began to play with his necklace, inhaling his scent of nicotine and intoxicating vanilla, mixing with Steve’s jasmine cologne and Eddie’s cigarettes. Pure, sweet bliss. So good.

You leaned in closer to Eddie’s neck until your lips made contact with his skin, pressing a kiss right on his pulse point, as did Steve with your neck as best as he could considering almost your entire body had been covered and caged by Billy’s. Goosebumps crept onto Eddie’s skin at the feeling of your lips molding against his skin, a soft giggle vibrating against his neck as Steve’s stubble scratched a little at your collarbone.

Your hand moved from Steve’s hand to his torso, drawing more shapes and words on his bare skin, running your fingers over the coarse hair covering his chest as you worked on getting Eddie to squirm beneath your touch. Eddie melted under your lips, letting out a sweet sigh.

“Steve, baby,” you sighed as the he began sucking on your skin, mixed with his teeth and skilled tongue, the metal hinge of his glasses pressing against your skin.

You pressed another hot, open mouthed kiss to Eddie’s sweet spot but you didn’t remove your lips, instead licking the spot you’d been teasing, making him shudder. You wrapped your lips around his skin and began sucking on his pulse point, as Steve had been doing with you. Eddie breathed out a whine and pushed your head deeper into his neck, encouraging you to continue. The loud moan you let out when Steve bit into your skin caused Billy to wake up. Billy opened his eyes, looking at what you and Steve were doing, and chose to join in, moving a little further down your body, giving Steve even more access to your neck.

Billy’s lips latched onto the soft skin on the top of your right breast, licking and sucking as he pleased, one hand weaving through Steve’s ever so soft hair to push his head deeper into your neck, his other hand moving to catch your shirt (his shirt) between his fingers. His hand fisted into the material of your shirt as he sucked on your skin, a purple bruise forming on the top of your breast, so he moved to the other, repeating the process.

“Billy,” you moaned into Eddie’s neck, your hand moving from Steve’s chest, clutching at blonde curls as his tongue flicked against your skin.

You all untangled yourselves as Billy pulled the shirt over your head, diving back down between the valley of your breasts, Steve latching himself back onto you immediately; your neck now covered in purple bruises in the shape of an ‘S.’ He kissed along your jawline, up your cheek and all over the parts of your face that were visible to him, smothering you in his kisses.

You switched sides, letting Eddie attack the other side of your neck with his lips while yours attached to Steve’s. He stilled for a second, breath caught in his throat through a low groan as you finally gave him some attention. Meanwhile, Eddie and Billy’s kisses on your neck and breasts had stopped, both trailing up to your jaw and meeting in the middle. Steve straddled your hips, craning his neck to give you more access. And you began kissing along the prominent vein, eliciting a deep sigh from the back of his throat, catching him off guard in the most exciting way. You needed to take care of him the most; after all he was the one who introduced you to Billy and Eddie. He was your first, and you wanted to thank him.

Eddie and Billy pulled away from each other, taking their place next to Steve, and you felt like you’d not given them all equal amounts of attention, so you crawled out from underneath Steve and swung your leg over Billy’s hips. You watched as Eddie snuggled into Steve’s side and began playing with his hair, but that wasn’t the most important thing right now.

Bright blue eyes gazed up at you in his subspace, leaning back against the soft, plush pillows on your bed, a little pout on his oh-so kissable lips. He disliked how much attention you’d given Eddie and Steve, but never told you with words how that made him feel; always moping around your house, locking himself in the bathroom to take care of himself when you wouldn’t, too busy hypnotized by the older boys; the Dungeon Master and the Charmer.

Billy was utterly done for as soon as your lips connected with his strong jawline, whining and writhing beneath you, his nails digging into your hips as you ghosted your lips over his skin, moving to toy with the straps of your bra. You made your marks darker and bigger, kissing down the vein on his neck, sucking hickeys along his collarbone and back up his neck.

He wrapped his arms tight around your waist, burying his face in your neck as you continued to press sweet kisses to his. You always went softer with him, knowing how much it overwhelmed him when you used to kiss his neck at the same pace as you did with Eddie and Steve. And you made sure to take your time.

“Mommy,” he whined, bucking his hips up against yours, making you smile.

“Mommy’s gonna take care of you, baby boy,” you cooed, your breath ghosting his skin, sending a shiver up his spine. “Gonna take care of all of my boys.”

By this time, Eddie and Steve had fallen asleep in each other’s arms, the sound of their soft snores filling the room. You gazed adoringly at Billy as you both pulled away, a little smile playing on his lips, tapping your skin to the beat of the song stuck in his head.

“Don’t tell Eddie and Steve but you’re my favorite,” you whispered in his ear, and he giggled, the biggest smile stretching across his face. “Because if you do, I won’t be very happy. And you don’t wanna make Mommy mad, do you?”

He shook his head, and you tutted. “Use your words, baby.”

“No, Mommy.”

“Good boy.” You pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose, laughing as he scrunched it up. It was adorable.

He flipped your positions so he could lay his head on your chest again, his labored breathing calming down. He closed his eyes, letting out a happy sigh as you wrapped him up in your arms and legs. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Billy.”

[stevesbipanic]

I just hit 4k here on Tumblr and honestly I can't fully believe it. To think I only started this blog a few months ago when Vol 2 came out is insane. I want to say a big thank you to everyone who's read something of mine, given a kudos or a like, commented, reblogged, told your friends, laugh cried or sworn at me I've cherished every part of it.

I wouldn't be here without some of the amazing people I've met on here so I'd like to give an extra special shoutout to some of my mutuals in particular some of which have been here since the beginning. I might miss some of you but you know who you are if I've forgotten.

Biggest shout-out and love to @steveshairychest @thelastwalkingsoul @henderdads @hotcocoaharrington @undreaming-fanfiction @strawberryspence @unclewaynemunson @steddiealltheway @skeliiix @navnae @bound-vivisection @babyboymunson @jonathansonlysweetheart @corrodedcoughin

Honestly all of these people and more are so amazing so go check out their stuff if you like my stuff 💗

Once again thank you so much I hope you like the stuff I've got planned for the new year!

[woahlifehitsyahuh]

Me @painisforsundays @goldenbrownanddistasteful @gr8rainbowpunk @jonathansonlysweetheart @chickenxdrum and @typecleverusernamehere @musicmoviestv @cutiecusp @sw34terw34ther

[puppy-coded]

athena's 900 hadestown blurbs

"way down under the ground"

so... i'm getting real close to 1k so that's weird for me. i'm grateful for all my followers, anons, and moots who have been supportive of me.

this one is a blurb event. yk, send me a prompt + a character and i'll write it from the two prompt lists below.

this is gonna be fun <3 i love hadestown so much

anyway some useful info:

who i write for requesting rules navigation

prompt list two

tagging moots bc ily <3:

@sw34terw34ther @mad-elia @my-my-only-angel @beezywriting @dreaminginpastels @witchy-munson @idkmanijustwannawrite @honeymunson @starstruckwillows @natti-ice @esperisdrunkinwonderland @jonathansonlysweetheart @goldenbrownanddistasteful @musicmoviestv @sp1rit-realm @vintagepearlss @juneberrie @starconfettii @lovie-dovie-angel @gg-is-a-loser(my fellow hadestown lover)

[etherealxwitch]

I hope 2023 treats you all well! I’m thankful to have grown so much in such a short amount of time because of all the friends I’ve made. I love you all bunches! I’m glad to go into another year with y’all <3

@corrodedhawkins @corrodedcorpses @mantorokk-writes @latenightsimping @heartacheandhomocide @thefreakofhawkins86 @jonathansonlysweetheart @reidstyleshotch @simping-over-boys-with-trauma @simplymurdock @sw34terw34ther @zarajyne @rossmccallsqueen @strangermarvelss @magnoliabutters @chosovixen @cremedelabrulee @loveshotzz and so many more!

[wroteclassicaly]

Christmas fic + Steve + possible breeding kink

Bestie, I love you and whoever helped you with the idea

Well, it went from possible to full on. ☺️❤️‍🔥

Ahhhh, it was mah Midwest Bestie, @loveshotzz

[parkermunson]

✨🧡🌙 SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING

ALLY ILYSM THANKS

^me thinking about you

[vroomvroommuppett]

Thots about You seeing Buck in his uniform

the way i paused 911 when i got this ask. also you work with ncis: la

you’d come in on your off day to spend the day with your husband and the team. you actually surprised him and when you saw him in his uniform you wanted to jump him right there but kept your composure. but he knows you better than anyone and could tell something was up.

you were silent on the way home and when you got in the door he asked you about it

“so what’s gotten into you?”

“you”

“me?”

“you and that uniform. it does things to me”

he smirked at you

“well i know i can’t bring it home, but i can find one that looks like it so i can fuck you in it”

you got weak in the knees.

“yes please”

so when it came in he surprised you when you got home and let’s just say you both went into work with hickeys and both teams had a group chat and people paid up. you two also got teased relentlessly for it

when you had to work together, it took all your will power to not jump him right then (ok you did when he did something stupid)

both teams made a bet to see how long it would take for you to get pregnant

it was a month later

yeah that knockoff uniform was almost a daily occurrence in your sex life

you also used your handcuffs on him (but that’s for another day)

[sunflowerharrington]

I’m finally sending you my request!

I would probably want a fluffy to smutty Eddie x plus size reader fic. Based on “Do I wanna know?” By Arctic Monkeys.

Like her and Eddie are bffs and she has had a crush on him for what feels like forever, they tease each other and stuff but he never picks up the hints. The whole gang goes to the lake for a day and the reader is super nervous to show up in her swimsuit because she’s bigger and doesn’t want Eddie to think she’s gross. When he sees her he realizes the feelings he’s had for a very long time. They eventually go back to his place to change and they both end up confessing to each other. That’s just my idea but you can change it however you want to fit the song better if you like. 💕

Do I Wanna Know If This Feeling Flows Both Ways? - EM X PlusSize!GN!Reader

pairing: eddie munson x plus-size!gn!reader.

warnings: male masturbation, perv!eddie, friends to lovers, p in v sex, eddie’s wild thoughts, eddie’s pov, obsessions, borderline yandere!eddie, jealousy, anger, low self esteem, body issues, lack of self love, fluff and smut, mention of heather holloway and billy hargrove’s deaths, reader is wearing a bathing suit but this can be read as swim shorts too if you like, slight breeding kink (i think that’s it).

notes: i tried my best, babes, i really did. i don’t feel as though this is the best representation because i myself am not plus sized, so if this is bad i’m sorry, i just wanted to write this for you. poc friendly also :) enjoy! if you want you can listen to ‘do i wanna know’ by arctic monkeys!

side note: not proofread or edited, sorry if there’s spelling or grammar mistakes :( also, i couldn’t help myself from switching the pov and the crush to eddie, i hope you still like it baby!

word count: 1541

taglist: @jonathansonlysweetheart @steveslittlesunflower @thisishellfire @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @hellfirehaley @fxllfaiiry @fleurfairie @liviawritesthings @myobmaya @thefreakofhawkins86 @lxvecakes @creneal @corrodedhawkins @wzrlds @sympathyforher @quickiesgirl @eddiebillysteve @taecube @eddies-bat (i hope i got everyone!) dm comment or ask me to be added or taken off for future updates! 🖤

There’s this story that brings you on the journey of young love. It’s like stepping out from a dark place and into the sun on a hot summer’s day, where the light is so bright and hot that your eyes ache and you’re blinded, where you panic, afraid you’ll never see the sun again. That’s what it was like when Eddie Munson fell in love. And he would always see the sun, as you were his sun, and he’d never let you go as long as you both lived.

He wanted you forever, he wanted to be yours forever. Whether that was as a friend, a best friend, or something more, he didn’t really mind. He just wanted you to stay in his life. Which was why on the day before you left for your vacation to California that you were going on with Chrissy, Robin, Nancy, Max, Erica and El, Eddie decided to ask the gang to meet him down by Lover’s Lake for a cool off from the hot sun. And everyone showed up, with Dustin complaining the entire time about the heat, with Steve telling him to stop whining.

Eddie loved their brotherly relationship, and he also loved the way Steve took in Max as one of his own without any questions, filling the big brother spot she never had. Eddie aspired to have that kind of relationship with someone, which is why he jumped at his first chance, taking Will under his wing, showing him the ins and outs of D&D and highschool romances—even though Eddie was never in a relationship before. But he swore by the fact that single people give better relationship advice than those in relationships… And he also helped Will figure out his feelings for Mike, so it was heartwarming to see that after Will confessed, Mike didn’t run away, he didn’t pull away. In fact, they got even closer.

Eddie wanted to be that close with you. And this “pool party” was the perfect way to do so. He even thought about fake-drowning so you’d save him, knowing you worked as a lifeguard at the swimming pool after Heather Holloway and Billy Hargrove went missing… Or so he thought. But Dustin and the others hadn’t told him the ins and outs of the Starcourt Tragedy just yet. They didn’t need to ruin his summer even more than you already had. You’d ruined him. You’d ruined Edward Wayne Munson, and you didn’t even know it. Standing on the wooden pathway around the edge of the lake next to Chrissy, ready to jump in, in your red lifeguard bathing suit—his favorite color, the reason why he hung out at the pool, just to see you in it, with your black bathing suit cover-up and your black and white flip flops—that he loved a lot.

But not as much as he loved you. Oh, he loved you so much. He’d do anything for you, including things from moving mountains to human sacrifice. You were his goddess, sent down from heaven to guide him through his highschool years, helping him to finally graduate in the summer of ‘86, and now helping him to finish his mechanics apprenticeship so he could get a job at the local garage. He hoped your car would break down a lot so he could fix it for you and impress you with his skilled fingers—while fixing your car, obviously, get your mind out of the gutter—instead of his swimming skills, or lack thereof.

He lay on his stomach next to Lucas, who’d been writing something down in a notebook, humming a Kate Bush song to himself. It sounded like Babooshka, and he had Max’s headphones on, so it must have been. Lucas was drawing a love heart with his and Max’s initials inside, and there was a poem beneath. As Eddie read the poem, his thoughts drifted back to you, the sound of your giggles filling his ears as Nancy splashed water at you and Steve playfully pulled you under the water with his arms… around… your… waist…

Fuck. No, this could not be happening. Eddie needed to be the one doing that. He needed to be the one with his hands around your waist, with his legs tangled with yours, with his hands around your— Woah, slow down there buddy.

Eddie rolled his eyes, he’d have to somehow slip away to sort out his growing erection somehow. Do you see what you do to him? He excused himself to the bathroom, stalking away from the group, into Reefer Rick’s cabin and into one of the rooms furthest away from where the group were situated. He sighed contentedly, working his balled fist over the shaft of his throbbing cock, the sensations of his hand squeezing over the sensitive nerves in his tip sending shivers of pleasure up his spine.

From where he was standing he had a clear view of you outside the window, the bathing suit hugging your full hips and your thick thighs he’d love to have his face between. He’d do anything for it. A small whimper left his throat as he fucked his fist faster, cursing your name under his breath, spreading his precum over the length of his dick.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, his hips bucking against his hand, whining and moaning as he kept his wide eyes full of undeniable lust on you. “Love fucking this pretty pussy, baby. My pretty pussy—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight, oh my God! Wanna have sex with you for real, sweetheart. Gonna cum in you again and again until you’re so full and round you look pregnant, baby—shit, fucking shit, oh shit— gonna- gonna make you mine.”

Eddie’s labored breathing turned into lewd gasps as his wrist flicking sped up, fucking himself through his high, his eyes squeezing shut, though the image of you bent over to pick up a bottle of sunscreen was still plastered in his mind. He wanted that image tatted on the inside of his eyelids.

His mouth dropped open and his thighs tensed, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the same time as his heavy breathing. One, two, three strokes until he let out a loud cry of your name, alerting you unbeknownst to him. He didn’t hear the door flinging open behind him as he came, thick ropes of cum dripping down his hand.

“Fuck, princess,” he chuckled. “Look at what your pretty ass made me do.”

He barely felt the arms wrapping around his waist until somebody rested their head against his back, against the area between his shoulder blades. His breath hitched in his chest when he recognized the color of nail polish you were wearing outside. You knew he only called you his princess, his sweetheart, his.

“Hi, Eds,” you murmured, your voice muffled against his skin, running your fingertips up and down his stomach, not realizing what had just happened, or just choosing to ignore it. “Had to come in for some shade, it’s too hot outside.”

“That’s because you were outside sweetheart. You’re gonna cause global warming,” he said, turning around after he’d shoved his softened dick back into his swim shorts, knowing that you hadn’t seen it because if you had, he knew his sweetheart would be freaking out. And he didn’t want that.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you close, discreetly sniffing your hair as he kissed the top of your forehead by your hairline. One thing Eddie didn’t know was how long it took Chrissy and Robin to convince you to go to the lake, practically dragging you out of your house and into Steve’s car. They promised nobody would think anything different of you, but that was so easy for them to say. Itty bitty bodies and tiny waists, but that’s not what Eddie liked. No, no. He loved your body the most.

He wanted to worship you as if you were a Goddess. Which you were, especially to him. He wanted to squeeze and kiss every inch of your body, and he wanted to suck hickeys into those deliciously curvy hips of yours and your neck. Oh, he wanted to cover your neck in hickeys, a few in the shape of an ‘E’ on the right side of your neck, and an ‘M’ on the left side of your neck. He wanted to mark you as his. And he wanted to do it now.

So that’s how he found himself on top of you as you whined beneath him, his shirt covering your body as he made sweet love to you, whispering words of affection to you as he chased both of your highs. He confessed he loved you as he came, seeing stars and angels dancing and fluttering around in his mind as thick ropes of cum landed on your breasts and stomach, seeping into his Black Sabbath shirt, joking that he’d never wash his sheets again after your cum began seeping into the sheets and the mattress.

You thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t, as you saw when you landed on the mattress after jumping back into the overworld after defeating Vecna in the Upside Down with your Eddie by your side.

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That's 826 more posts than 2021!

736 posts created (89%)

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#steve harrington - 509 posts

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#st4 - 471 posts

#steddie - 453 posts

#stranger things season 4 - 392 posts

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Longest Tag: 110 characters

#if robin had been on the creel house team she wouldnt have tripped and then the vines wouldnt have gotten them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

When Max wakes up her sight has been severely damaged, she needs special glasses that have quite thick frames. She hates them. None of her friends wear glasses and she's in high school which is just a breeding ground for bullies. So she doesn't want to wear them. Steve has had so many hits to the head over the years that his hearing and sight is a bit fucked. He hates his glasses too, he made fun of kids in high school with glasses. Steve thinks all he's got to offer is his face and body so he doesn't want glasses to ruin that. He wants his kids to be happy though and wants them to be healthy and capable. So he wears his glasses for Max, she's ecstatic when he visits her wearing them, it's one of the first smiles she's made since waking up. Max feels better knowing she's not alone, and Steve finds he doesn't mind his glasses as much now.

7,963 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#4

I headcanon that Steve's parents already went on trips a lot leaving Steve alone but after season 1 they leave for much longer stretches of time, so as the seasons progress we see Steve settle into how he wants to be, he wears his hair a little longer and more swoopy and loose. His clothes become more comfortable rather than clean cut and pressed. He starts to feel ok in the times between his parents trips.

8,285 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

Eddie: How many kids do you have?

Steve: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

13,133 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

Robin: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Eddie: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

14,177 notes - Posted August 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Maya Hawke insisting Robin be a lesbian instead of just a rebound love interest for Steve. Joseph Quinn playing Eddie as someone who's clearly got a crush on Steve. Caleb and Noah giving such raw emotions in their characters. A big thank you to all the actors making their characters better than anything the writers could do.

57,659 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

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finally writing

this is very very rough...

probs gonna change the beginning when i edit