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galaxy-siren · 3 months
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Are You Together?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: Hi! Could I please request an Eddie x fem!reader where they are like best friends and they're like "all but dating." And maybe it takes place around the time when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas join Hellfire and after a couple of weeks, one of them finally asks if Eddie and reader are dating and Eddie gets all blushy because he's been in love with her since she joined Hellfire. And reader tells the boys that they're friends because Eddie rejected her when she asked him out and then Eddie is just like "WHAT?????"
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: little bit of fluff, friends to lovers, all but dating, some curse words
AN: This was an anonymous request! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!
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Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were confused. They had recently joined Hellfire, Eddie had taken them under his wing and promised to help make high school at least somewhat tolerable for them, and so far they were loving Eddie’s sadistic campaigns. However, there was something the three of them couldn’t quite figure out, were you and Eddie dating?
It seemed like you were, but they couldn’t tell for sure. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. They knew that the two of you had been friends for years and knew everything about each other. You even finished each other’s sentences sometimes. There was a natural fluidity to everything the two of you did, which was obvious to everyone.
There was not so subtle flirting and witty back and forth banter between you two. One of you would always compliment the other or go along with a bit the other started. There were also many inside jokes. Sometimes all either of you had to do was look at the other and you both would burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
You even engaged in PDA. Hugs were constant, the two of you would hold hands a lot, Eddie would even allow you to play with his rings and his hair. This was something that became second nature, you wouldn’t even be aware that you were doing it, and neither did Eddie, he would just unconsciously lean into your touch.
However, the boys had never seen the two of you kiss. Which was what gave them doubts that you were dating.
“Come on, if they were dating, they would be all over each other,” Mike said as the three of them walked over to their lunch table, “Eddie’s face would be permanently glued to hers.”
“Not necessarily,” Dustin stated, “maybe they are dating, and they just don’t like to kiss in front of people. I mean they hug and make heart eyes at each other all the time, that’s gotta mean something.”
Mike snickered, “Eddie doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to be shy about PDA. I say they aren’t dating.”
“Eddie let’s her play with his hair…” there was a hint of frustration in Dustin’s voice, “that is cold hard proof that they are dating. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his hair; he told me so himself.”
Lucas set his tray down once they reached the table and shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe they’re really close friends. Just because they hug and everything doesn’t mean they’re dating.”
“I guess we’ll never know for sure.” Mike sat down next to Lucas.
Dustin slammed his tray down with exasperation, “I’m tired of not knowing! I’m gonna ask them as soon as they get here!”
“Ask who what?”
Dustin let out a startled shriek causing Mike and Lucas to chuckle. Eddie stood at the head of the table, you right by his side, both with curious expressions.
Dustin stammered, unsure how to ask the question he and the others had been dying to know the answer to.
“Go on, Dustin, ask them.” Mike said with a smirk.
Dustin glared at him before turning to you and Eddie, “So, we were just wondering, are the two of you…together…like dating.”
You and Eddie looked at each other and laughed, “No.”
“Really?!” Dustin was shocked.
“We’ve been friends for years, but we’re not dating.” Eddie pulled out your chair for you before taking a seat himself.
“Yeah, Eddie rejected me when I asked him out three years ago.” You looked up from your lunch when you were met with silence. You turned next to you to see Eddie’s stunned face; it would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been so confused.
“I’m sorry…” Eddie sat up straight and looked you right in the eye, “WHAT?!”
It was your turn to be confused, “What do you mean, ‘what?’”
“When the HELL did you ask me out?”
“Uh, three years ago, it was my sophomore year, I had just joined Hellfire. After my first campaign, I helped you clean up and asked if you wanted to go to the movies and you told me no.”
“No, no, you helped me clean up and then you asked me if I had ever seen Psycho before because it was playing at the drive in that weekend, and I told you that I had seen the movie before, but that you should totally go see it because it’s good. You never asked me out!”
“Yeah, I was implying that I wanted us to go to the movie together…on a date.”
“Okay, but that wasn’t clear!”
“Yes, I realized that, so I tried again about a month later.”
Eddie’s eyes bugged out in shock, “WHAT?!”
“Remember, I went with you to band practice and then you drove me home and I told you that I liked you,” you were met with stunned silence from Eddie, “I told you that I liked you and you said, ‘I think you’re pretty great too’ and—"
Eddie cut you off, “I’m glad we became friends.” The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind.
“After you said that, I figured you didn’t feel the same way, and misinterpreted what I meant, so I wiped the egg off my face and moved on.”
The boys winced at Eddie, the secondhand embarrassment kicking in. Lucas released a huff of air, “Rejected twice, that’s rough.”
Eddie looked like he was second guessing every single decision he had ever made since that moment. He was mentally beating himself up. Three years. For three years he had been pining for you, hoping that you would eventually return his feelings, but apparently all that time you had. And not only had you returned his affections, oh no, you had asked him out and he had unknowingly rejected you…twice.
“I am so fucking stupid.”
“Eddie, it’s fine. You didn’t feel the same way. It’s not your fault that you misunderstood what I meant.” You shrugged.
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so high they were hidden by his bangs. He pulled your chair out, turned it to face him, and leaned in towards you, “I have been in love with you for three years.”
“Wh-what?” You searched his eyes for any hint of mockery but found nothing but sincerity.
He leaned in closer and spoke slowly, making sure to over enunciate each word, “I have been in love with you for three years.”
Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all looked at each other and stood, grabbing their lunch trays. Dustin uttered a quick and awkward goodbye before following the others to another table on the other side of the cafeteria.
“Okay, let me get this straight,” you felt like your entire world was spinning, but not necessarily in a bad way, “you’ve been in love with me, and I’ve been in love with you, and we’ve both been idiots. That sound about right?”
Eddie nodded, “Yup.”
“Well,” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “are we gonna do anything to rectify this?”
Eddie smiled, “I don’t know, you free this weekend?”
“I’ll have to cancel some plans with a friend of mine, but I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he will either.” Eddie winked and you both smiled.
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pillow talk
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
wc: 1K
warnings: this is post activities, so its safe. just sweet sweet fluff
summary: post sex discussions
A/N: used the prompt sweet after sex by @jasminesfury *not proofread, i’m confusing myself so badly looking at one specific sentence*
masterlist / steve harrington
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the sun was setting. orange and yellow hues sparkled through the windows that the curtains let peek through. the room was quiet, the only noises coming from the shared breathing and the rustling of the bedding. the room felt hot with the door closed and the previous activity that had you and steve just laying in bed with the sheets up to your naked, sweaty chests.
steve rolled over and changed from laying on his back to his stomach, staring at his ceiling while adjusted his body so his head lay on your stomach. he had one leg in and the other out, your right leg in between. steve managed to wiggle an arm under your back as his free hand drew whatever came to mind onto your sticky belly.
a tilt to your head as it lay on the pillow, a lovesick smile tugging the seams of your lips. a hand fell on steve’s head and you began running the digits through his thick head of brown hair with a few lighter parts popping out from his time in the sun. nails scratching at his scalp to pull vibrating groans or fingers twirling strands of ruly hair around.
steve rubbed his open palm over your waist and down to your thighs before trailing up again. his wonderful lips plant wet, open-mouth kisses over your stomach and the imperfections scattered over your lower half. his nose would glide over your belly button before setting his chin just above it to peer at your with lidded eyes.
“yes, handsome?” you hummed as you pushed hair behind his ear.
“i love you.”
three words, eight letters.
the two of you have said them for years. at first just surface level meaning, friendly-familia meaning, something you say in passing to your parents as you leave the house in a hurry or friends when they do a favor for you. but eventually, the words held a different meaning for the two of you. it would be lingering touches and eye contact maintained longer that was acceptable. staring at steve’s side profile as he talked, letting your thoughts run away from you with imaginary scenarios before shaking them away and landing back to reality.
and now the words held all those meanings, silver bands wrapped around ring fingers showing the world.
“i love you too, stevie.” thumb straightening his left brow into place.
steve rubbed his thumb up and down at your hip bone. more kisses pressed to your stomach, some quick and open, some more lingering, and some with heat as he gave little bites at the skin. you would giggle or squirm, a moan pulled from your throat when the feel of his lips felt tantalizing. fingers would curl and pull steve’s hair in response, you would feel the smile as he continued his loving assault.
“you know,” lingering kisses to your lower stomach, “i can’t wait to have kids with you.”
“oh, yeah?” top teeth biting into your bottom lip to stop a smile.
steve stopped the kisses (much to your disappointment) to once again rest his chin on your stomach. it was slightly discomforting but you didn’t push him away.
“yeah. i know you don’t want many if we were to have our own. so i want an older girl so she can help keep her younger brother in line.”
you let your index finger run down the slope of steve’s nose bridge, “how long have you been thinking about this?”
the quick dart of steve’s eyes piqued your interest. he only did that when he was embarrassed by the information he was about to lay out. you didn't push him, just observed him as you waited.
you felt steve’s voice but didn’t hear it. he spoke his words into your skin and it took you a moment before you realized he said anything. you asked him to repeat it politely.
he cleared his throat. “since our third date.”
“why our third date? if this was a romance anything, you would’ve said our first date.” you weren’t criticizing, just curious. you just remember it as a fun roller rink date.
your simple question sparked a twinkle in steve’s pupils. “i know what you're thinking.” “what am i thinking?”
“that it was just a roller rink date. why is that so special to start thinking about kids? right?” a shrug was your answer. steve continued his version of the story.
“okay. well, i was getting us food and you stayed in our booth. after i placed our order i leaned against the wall so i could continue to watch you-“ “stalker.”
steve tickled at your sides, breaking you into fits of laughs and tears before you conceded. “anyway. i was staring at you, my mind just constantly saying, “you got your girl”. and then you stood up and walked to a claw game. i was gonna rush over so i could impress you, but stopped when i saw you crouch down and start talking to a little boy. then you started to play the game and after many, many, many-“ you shoved his shoulder and the both of you chuckled, “many tries. you got the boy a stuffed animal. and in his excitement, he hugged you. and just seeing the way you froze before holding him tightly with your eyes closed…”
steve trailed off and you could feel the tears wishing to fall. hands grabbing for steve’s cheeks and giving a slight tug to signal him to climb up your body. his hands sat by the sides of your chest as you planted kiss after kiss over his face. a kiss to the side of his lip and you move his head back.
“here’s a potential plan. we wait another year or two, getting more marriage on the plate and getting used to our grown-up jobs. and then from there, we could start having a bit more carefree sex and just… see what happens. what d’you think?”
steve’s eyes went side to side then to your lips and back to your eyes. “i say…” he leaned closer, lips ghosting each other as he whispered, “that’s a good plan, honey.” and he kissed you until you couldn’t remember your name, only steve’s.
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hearts4court · 4 months
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Thigh!kink with Billy Hargrove.
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A/N: MMMM MY MAN. i had so much fun writing this and i’m totally not super late on kinktober🙊
Kinktober Masterlist 🎃🦇
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Fem!plus size!reader.
⚠️Smut under the cut!!⚠️
Billy LOVES your thighs. He’s always grabbing them while he drives, while he fucks you, while you two are in class together, and also when y’all are just hanging out.
His hands are always on your thighs. Billy also loves how big they are, he gets upset when you talk bad about your weight or how big you are.
The bigger, the better. 🤷🏻‍♀️
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“fuck— Billy!” you cried as he overlapped at your pussy. His hands gripping onto your thighs covered in handprints, bruises, scratches, and hickeys from Billy.
He growled against your pussy as he looked up at you, your hand gripping onto his dirty blonde curls and your moans filling up the room like water had Billy practically drooling.
“You’re gorgeous, princess. Absolutely stunning, every inch of you.” he said, biting onto your thighs, his arms slipped under your thighs to hold you down from squirming didn’t do much.
“hold still, baby.” he said as you panted.
“Say it. Say you’re perfect, or i won’t let you cum.” he said in a demanding tone.
“M’perfect!” you cried as you fought to control your release. “Good girl.” he said as he overlapped at your pussy again, smirking to himself when your juices leaked out of you and all over him.
Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.
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moremaybank · 5 months
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SOMETHING STUPID — s.h
pairing steve harrington x fem!reader
summary steve's overwhelmed by the love he feels for you and blurts out a question he can't take back. he's sure you'll think he's crazy, but do you?
warnings language, but it's basically just a whole lotta fluff and steve being the cute cutie he is
author's note did i pull inspo from haley’s dad’s speech in oth?? hell yes. also, i'm really happy with how this turned out, not gonna lie. please read if you have the chance, it'll make my day ♡︎
steve masterlist
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When Steve steps through the door after work with an exhausted sigh, he’s pleasantly surprised. He’s spent his entire life coming home to an empty house, always filled with a blaring silence that acted as a daunting reminder of how lonely he felt deep down inside. There was never anyone around to ask him how his day was. What was going on in his life, or if he was happy — and not the phoney kind. 
He’s so used to weathering the storm on his own, day in and day out, that he’s completely forgotten someone will be there for him this time. The previously empty home is now occupied by you and your bright, loving energy. The quiet was replaced with your music bouncing off the walls. You’re active in the mostly untouched kitchen, baking to your heart’s content and constantly stuffing your Stevie’s face full of sweets. 
Steve finally feels as if he truly has a home, and not just a place where he stores his belongings and rests his head at night. 
He makes his way through the halls, finally reaching the entryway to the kitchen and leaning against the doorframe. The dimmed lights glow throughout the room, and the artfully scattered candles burn brightly in the darkened space. Further adding to the already homey atmosphere, the sweet aroma of fresh baked goods fills the air, thanks to the chocolate chip cookies you have baking in the oven. Even with all of this going on, though, Steve can only seem to focus on one thing. 
You. 
Your frilled socks glide against the kitchen floor as you jump and twirl around on the tiles. The sound of Say You Love Me by Fleetwood Mac quells the silence, your record player turned up the highest it can go (because, in your professional opinion, there was no other way to listen to music). You pull out your signature dance moves, screwing your eyes shut and kicking your legs in the air so many times that Steve fears you’re in an imaginary fight with someone — and losing. Terribly. He also takes notice of the spatula in your hand, acting as a stand-in microphone while you lip-sync along to the lyrics. 
You’re a goofball, through and through. Still, though, Steve is utterly smitten.
“Sweet moves, baby,” he says, loud enough to be heard over the music. 
Your eyes go wide as your body stills, completely mortified that Steve has caught you in your own little world. You turn the music down, swiping the stray hairs away from your slightly sticky forehead and clearing your throat. 
“Steve! H-hey. I was just, uh…cleaning the floors. You know, makin’ them all nice and shiny for you,” you laugh uneasily. It’s complete crap and you both know it, but you’re desperate. Frankly, you’ll say anything if it means distracting Steve from this whole performing your own world tour in the middle of the kitchen thing. 
Steve cocks a brow, tongue poking his cheek as he tries to hide the grin that threatens to come into view. “Hm,” he hums, “cleaning the floors, huh?”
“Yup.”
“…With your socks?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, still slightly breathless, “It’s a…great way to incorporate exercise into daily household chores.”
Steve tries to stop it, but he can’t help but let a laugh escape from his lips. He walks over to you, arms wide open and ready to encircle around you. “C’mere, you goof. Gimme some sugar.”
You break out into a grin, happily stepping into your boyfriend’s embrace and giving him a tight hug. You feel his hands smooth down your back before wrapping around your waist and holding you tighter to him. After a moment, you pull away, and your hands come up to his face so you can press your lips to his. He hums into the kiss contently, melting into the touch he’s been longing all day for. 
“Missed you so much,” Steve pouts, his bottom lip jutting out adorably. 
“I missed you too,” you reply, granting him another kiss. “How was your day?”
Before Steve can answer, Say You Love Me comes to a stop, and the soft sounds of Landslide begin to bleed into the silence. Choosing to let you enjoy your favourite song, Steve shrugs it off, “We can talk about that later, wanna dance with you.”
Steve extends his hand toward you, silently asking for you to join your hand in his. You smile, sliding your palm into his and letting him pull you to his chest. He keeps his other hand on the small of your back, and your free arm curls around his shoulder as the two of you begin to sway together in time with the music. Steve feels you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and relax further into his hold, and he lets the voice of Stevie Nicks wrap around you both like a warm blanket as he holds you. 
The two of you sway back and forth, taking a peaceful moment to feel your hearts beat against one another. Steve never wants to let go. This is the closest and most intimate he’s ever felt with anyone, and that should scare him, he thinks. But it doesn’t, because being with you feels like heaven on earth. He can’t believe that he’s found someone who makes his heart soar the way you do. Who makes him smile so hard his cheeks hurt, and gives him a love so deep and true that it’s become a vital part of him. Just thinking of you makes his knees weak.
He’s completely enamoured by you.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask, breaking him free from his thoughts as you pull away from his grasp slightly. 
Steve looks down at you, remaining silent, and his gaze flashes over your features. The kind eyes he feels he’s always known. The tiny scar near your temple from where you’d gotten stitches as a child. The curve of your lips and how he swears he can feel them gliding over his own every single time he thinks about them. He then moved onto the oversized t-shirt your body is clad in — one you’d obviously stolen out of his closet, and the pair of boxers hanging from your hips (also swiped from his wardrobe). Your aforementioned frilly socks pulled your signature at-home look together, one that brought an incredible amount of comfort to Steve. It shows him that you consider his home to be your home too. That you’ve found a home in him, just as he has with you.
He can see himself doing this whole life thing with you forever, and he can’t explain it, but he suddenly feels compelled to speak up, and the words tumble from his lips before he can stop them. 
“Do you wanna get married?” 
Your head shoots up, and you peer up at him with a look of shock. “I’m sorry, w-what?”
Steve’s eyes threaten to bulge out of their sockets, and his heart rate skyrockets as the panic waves through him. “Oh god, I- I said that out loud,” he says, slowly letting go of you and running a hand through his long chestnut locks. “Wow. Uh— Okay.”
“Did— Did you just ask me to marry you?” You stammer, quiet as a mouse. You don’t move. Steve doesn’t think you can. 
It’s obvious that you think he’s gone certifiably insane. His hands raise in defence, and he manages to start blurting out everything he can in an attempt to rectify the situation. “Listen, baby, we can totally act like that never happened—”
“Steve—”
“—In fact, it didn’t. I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe. No freakin’ idea—”
Finally, your hand cups over his mouth to stop him from rambling any further. His last few words sound muffled before they eventually come to a stop once he realizes what’s happening. His fingers curl around your wrist, moving your hand from his lips before giving you a small, sheepish smile. His cheeks flush profusely, “Sorry.” 
Oh, the things Steve would do if it meant he could take back the last few minutes of his life and go back to before he opened his big mouth and ruined everything. It’s not that he doesn’t want to marry you. That’s definitely not the case. But the regret he’s currently feeling after watching your horrified reaction play out…it’s enough to make him want to jump into his pool and never come back up for air. 
But then…when your eyes seem to light up and a small smile curves your lips upward, he thinks there just might be some hope left for him. 
“You wanna marry me?” You questioned, your hands finding solace on his lower arms. “Why?”
His brows pull together in confusion? Why? He can see the doubt eating away at you by how small you’ve become in the past few seconds. Are you truly doubting how much you mean to him? How much you’ve spun his world on its axis and changed him forever? 
“I— What?” 
“Why would you want me to marry you?”
“Yeah, I got that, I just…are you serious?” You nod, giving him the slightest shrug. Your shyness is peaking through far too much for you to offer him any more of a reaction. 
A soft and gentle laugh slips past his lips and his body relaxes. His warm palm smoothes up your arm and finds its resting place at the base of your jaw. His thumb swipes over your skin, and his warmth bleeds through your flesh. All the love he holds in his heart for you floats up to his eyes, and his chocolate orbs soften. He’s never felt so tender and full of affection as he does now. 
“You have no idea how special you are to me, do you?” 
He says it with such conviction that you know the words are true to his heart. Still, the way they hit you is all too much, and you can’t help but deflect them with a tiny joke. Your eyes fall away from his. “I mean, I figured you liked me a little.” 
“Stop,” he chides, albeit gently. He guides your gaze back onto his. “I’m serious.” 
It’s your turn to apologize as your cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t be sorry. Just, hear me out.” 
“Okay,” you murmur. 
His left hand mirrors the hold his right one has on your face. The ring you gifted him for your first anniversary is cold against your skin. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he takes a breath before speaking. “You— You’re staggering, honey. You’ve given my heart a home. You’ve had it since the moment I met you, and you’ve kept it safe. Cherished it and nurtured it. You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I— I look into your eyes and it's like I can see the rest of my life inside ‘em.” 
Your heart melts, and you feel the tears start to pool in the brims of your eyes. “Steve,” you whisper. 
“I have no idea what’s going to happen in the future. Not a freakin’ clue, especially with all the supernatural shit that goes on in this town. But I do know that you’re supposed to be in it. You are my future, baby. I might not know a lot, but I do know this. You are the girl I’m going to spend my life loving. And I’m gonna give you everything if you’ll let me.”
His heartfelt words are almost enough to make you forget about your doubts. You want them to. But you can’t seem to quiet the worries circling inside your head. 
“Steve, I love you. You know I do. But, aren’t we too young? I don’t want to risk losing you. I don’t think I could take it if I did.” 
His hands slide down your neck and land on your shoulders. His warmth spreads through you again, and already, you feel better. It’s almost as if all he has to do is exist to wash your fears away. 
“I know. I know we’re young. But, so what if we are? To me, that just means I get to be with you even longer.” One hand abandons your shoulder, and he hooks his index finger under your chin. The pad of his thumb strokes over the tip of your chin. Eyes boring into your soul, he holds them captive. “You can drive at sixteen, drink at twenty-one, retire in your sixties. How old do you have to be to know that your love will last? ‘Cause I know my answer, down to the second.” 
You can’t seem to hide the smile that forces its way onto your lips. The sincerity in his gaze, the vulnerability he’s shown you since day one, it’s all too much. You can’t imagine ever walking away from him, can’t imagine what your life would be like if he wasn’t in it. Mornings you shared where he’d pout as soon as you mentioned getting out of bed. Picnics on warm summer days. Hearing him sing along to the radio in the car. You want those memories and every single one that would come to you in the future — your future with him. 
“Ask me again.” 
“Yeah?” He smiled. 
“Yeah,” you confirmed. But just as he’s about to do as you asked, half of the words leaving his mouth, you can’t contain the excitement. Your lips slam onto his as you pull him closer. You murmur a few yesses against his lips and feel them spread into a grin. Soon, his arms are wrapped around your waist and he’s lifting you up and into the air, spinning you around with joy. The kitchen is soon filled with giggles, and Steve is exclaiming your news loudly, even though you’re both alone.
“We’re getting married, sweetheart!”
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angelltheninth · 6 months
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Not a Game Anymore
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, kissing, D&D, teasing, making out, confession, grinding, mention of a boner, friends to lovers
Word count: 0.9k
A/N: In case you're not aware, I'm a huge D&D nerd. If you liked this fic please leave some feedback with comments/reblogs, I love hearing what you think.
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"And that is where we're gonna end it for tonight guys." Eddie clapped his hands, mostly to himself but also to everyone at the table, "Thanks for playing. It got intense there for little bit." Through absolutely no fault of his of course.
"Tense? I almost died to a fucking slime ball? How is that in any way fair?" Steve complained as he picked up his character sheet.
"At least you got a good item drop. What the hell am I supposed to do with a spell book? I'm a rouge." You went over your items list with a critical eye, "And a love potion? That seems a little too convenient given that the NPC is already in love with me, I don't need this."
"Sorry guys, it's not up to me. It's all in the dice and the rolls. You can sell those when you get back into town if you want." He looked so smug leaning back into his chair. He never cheated in a game, he just had insane luck as a DM, so there was not much anyone could get angry about, "I have something special planned for next week though, it's gonna be fun." As everyone packed up he noticed you hovering around a little, trying to peak into his character notes, "Hey! No peaking, you little cheat."
You sighed at getting caught, "Just making sure you really weren't the one cheating." Pretty soon it was just the two of you in the library, "Thanks for the game Eddie, it really was fun. If a little frustrating."
"A good DM has to give their players a challenge every once in a while. How you feeling about the romance? Am I still good to go on that front?" His eyes widened briefly when he realized that may have sounded like he was asking you out, "With the characters I mean, still okay?"
You smiled at his flustered face, it wasn't often that you got to see him like this, "Still fine. But..." You chewed on your bottom lip, "Don't go into too much detail. It would make me feel like I'm... well, I know we really wouldn't be but..." There was a part of you that thought about Eddie in that way, he was a handsome guy, charismatic, sweet to his friends and very creative.
"Oh? So if I were to say: he walks up to your character, pinning her against the desk," His smirk widened as he did just that, watching your expression go from flustered to wide eyed, "and kisses her right on the lips. Would you think of us doing the same thing?"
"No! Come on! You're... a friend! And a jackass for making fun of me!" You pushed him away but he held steady, gripping the edge of the table, his hands firmly on your sides, "Jerk. Stop being so close."
"Why? You thinking about kissing m-" You didn't just think about kissing him, you did kiss him, if only to shut him the hell up because you couldn't deal with his flirting anymore. He made a surprised noise from the back of his throat, a high-pitched sound that you never heard Eddie make before, "Not thinking. Okay."
You sighed, ducking your head, "Forget it. I... need some time alone, I'll..."
Eddie grabbed you by the hips and pressed his lips against yours again, "You know, a good part of roleplay is knowing what it feels like in real life. If you're up for it, I wouldn't mind for some inspiration." When you looked into his eyes you didn't see rejection or anger at your kiss, but curiosity and maybe the same feeling you've been feeling before. "What do you say?"
"Is this... all for the game?"
"Fuck no." His lips were on yours again, taking your next breath away and lifting you up onto the table, his body sliding between your legs, pushing himself on top of you without breaking the kiss. "Was hoping to do this in real life. Saw you reacted to the flirting and how you acted around me lately. I'm no genius but I can put two and two together." Eddie smirked at you, his tongue poking out to lick your lip, asking for more.
It was a request you happily granted with all your heart and body. As soon as your lips connected you arched into him, his body pushing back, urging you to get as close as possible. That was limited by your clothing but you could still feel the beginnings of his boner. "Heh, are you gonna make me roll to take my clothes off next?"
"Hm, that sounds like something you'd have advantage in, judging by the fact that you're very enthusiastic about this. But I have to point out that our characters have been on a date in game, but you and I haven't. I like to have even progress for all my players." He wiggled his eyebrows at you, still close, "That way we're gonna be on the same page and if you play your dice right you might get your close taken off sooner then you think."
How soon was too soon?
"That's in interesting game system you've got there, Eddie. In that case, since our characters already slept next to each other and I'm staying over, it's only fair that I sleep in your bed tonight." You can turn his game logic right back around.
"True, true. I wasn't gonna let you sleep on the couch anyway." With a slight grunt Eddie pulled you into his arms, his hands under your thighs, a dice rolling onto the floor at his feet, "I'll be damned, a Natural 20."
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knottyk · 2 years
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Caught in the Act
Pairings: Eddie x Henderson!Fem!Reader
Word count: 1.3k
Summary: Eddie cancels the campaign and Dustin, along with Mike and Lucas, wants to know what is so important to tear the strict Dungeon Master away from his beloved club. 
Warnings: implied sexual themes, profanity, um idk let me know if i missed anything lol
edit: crying over how sweet everyone is! And my first post to reach 1k notes accckkkkk!!
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The campaign that was originally set for tonight had been pushed for whatever reason and the gang had nowhere else to go. They had already let their parents know that they’ll be out late so why waste the chance for some late night exploring? 
“What if we go to The Hideout. It’s a popular hang out spot now, right?” Lucas kicked a pebble from under his sneakers.
“I bet Eddie’s there. Think of it.” Dustin nodded as he tried to convince the other two. “He never moves the meetings for anything or anyone. Gives us shit for not attending and suddenly he’s not free tonight? I call bull.” 
“We’ll catch him in the act. Then he won’t have anything on us next time.” Lucas agreed as his palm met Dustin’s and they chuckled in excitement.
“And what if he’s not there?” They both turned to Mike who had his hands stuffed in his pockets, shrugging.
“Then he’s not there! We’ll just come back to your place and, I don’t know, do something. Besides, I’ll need a ride home from Y/N. She’s doing some project with Nancy.”
With a half-assed back up plan, the trio set off towards the infamous pub in their Hellfire shirts. The place was littered with people both young and old.
They walked into the place with heads held high as people they recognised from school watched them tread like they owned the place. In addition to being a school night, they were also freshmen. What better way to earn the cool points by being seen at a place as intimidating as The Hideout.
“Let’s just see if he’s here and get outta here.” Mike slightly yelled over the loud music playing in the background, lungs already clouded by the nearby smoke by several lit cigarettes. 
They quickly scanned the place but it didn’t take long to spot the messy mop of hair that stood out in all of Hawkins. 
“Eddie! You lying son of a bitch!” Dustin yelled as they jogged toward the bar, laughing. “We got you!”
At first, Eddie was confused as to why he’s hearing the freshman’s voice at a place he never expected to but his emotion was quickly replaced with an obvious panic as he turned to address the boys without fully turning his body away from the bar.
With a tight lipped smile, he spoke. “Henderson, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in bed in like, what? Twenty minutes?”
He looked at his wristwatch as he fixed a few strands of hair stuck to his face and mouth, his bangs slightly stuck to his forehead with sweat.
“Aren’t we supposed to be doing the campaign?” They crossed their arms as they examine him with shit eating grins etched on their faces. They caught him. 
“Well, things happen and you know… things happened.” 
As Eddie somewhat explained, Dustin’s eyes linger on the pair of legs dangling over Eddie’s hips. He couldn’t see anything else as the person ducked behind Eddie’s broad back. He tried peering over but Eddie was quick to block him.
Though Dustin quickly realised that he didn’t need to see who it was to know. It was those pristine white sneakers he loathed seeing resting in the shoe racks by the front door. He’d always wanted to smear the underside of his shoes on your white ones just so it wasn’t so clean. 
Though he knew you’d kill him because they were your favorite pair. The one you always wore with the stupidly coordinated outfits to school as his friends snickered at him about you being neat and presentable while he was the other way around. 
The type to be recognised from a crowd of people. The type to be lined up with the likes of Nancy Wheeler and Chrissy Cunningham. The good, perfect girls of Hawkins High.
“Y/N?” He blurted out and despite the loud music, you heard him clearly. Mike and Lucas shifted their gaze between Dustin, Eddie and eventually, you. 
Over Eddie’s shoulder, you waved. “Dustin! Funny seeing you here.” 
Eddie finally parted with the bar and stepped to the side with his hand on his nape while you jump off from the counter, smoothing over your skirt that rode up your leg. 
“What the hell, Y/N? Aren’t you supposed to be with Nancy?” Dustin was frantic. 
Tonight was all about catching their strict dungeon master knee deep in his hypocritical bullshit but what he found was like stepping on a lego or cow shit. Either way, he was disgusted by the idea of whatever you and eddie were doing when they arrived or even before they arrived.
“Look, I think we’re all somewhere we’re not supposed be tonight.” You put a hand on his shoulder as you looked Mike and Lucas in the eye.
Their eyes darted everywhere else except yours. Maybe it was the fact that they know they’re not supposed to be in an adult-only place or the fact that your bra was peeking from your unbuttoned shirt that was now all scrunched up. Who knows?
“You’re not telling on me are you, Dusty?” You ask your brother who had is mouth agape. 
“I mean, The Hideout is not really the place mom would be thrilled to see you in either. You and I would be in great trouble and you can kiss that free trip to Utah goodbye.” You nod slowly as you laid out the facts. “Think about it.” 
You promised to be Dustin’s ride to Utah during the spring break in exchange for him covering for your ass from the many times he caught your bedroom empty and windows opened during unholy hours of the night. He didn’t question it then.
Dustin peered behind you and saw Eddie leaning on the bar where you sat earlier. His lips curved in what looked to be an apologetic smile. Upon seeing Dustin’s  face, he let out a two finger salute. 
Eddie had thought of the many ways he’d let the secret loose on your little brother but this was not one of the ideal scenarios. Somehow, he felt bad for the way it turned out but glad that the cat’s out of the bag. 
Dustin sighs and nods. 
“Good.” You take off his cap and shuffle his curly hair, earning a groan. “Be home by 10.”
“Eleven.” He bargained, sizing up to you.
Considering tonight’s events, you thought of letting him off easy. 
“And lunch is on you for a month.” 
“No.” 
“Two months.” 
“No.”
“A week.”
“Fine.”
With that, they hurried out of the bar, pushing one another to get out as fast as they could. You could hear them talk amongst themselves as they ran out. 
“Holy shit, Eddie’s dating your sister.”
“Holy shit, Eddie’s dating my sister.”
“Wait, does that mean she’s the hot girlfriend Eddie was talking about.”
The gushing drowned out and you face Eddie who was sipping at his canned beer. 
“We scarred him.” He chuckled. “I’m never gonna hear the end of this.”
“You talk about me?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, is that bad?”
You nodded as you caged him with your arms at either side of the counter. 
“Looks like you got it bad, Munson.” 
You catch his lips with yours, slick with a tinge of bitterness from the beer but it drowns in the sweet taste of Eddie’s soft lips. His bottom lip caught in between your teeth as he let out a groan, hands smoothing over the arch of your back. 
Like no one was watching, you guide Eddie’s hands further past what is considered appropriate in a public setting.
He jerks his hand away while looking around, checking for any watchful eyes as the scene unfolded. You cup his cheek and put his hand back on the curve of your ass, skirt starting to ride up your leg once more as you spread them slightly to make way for Eddie in between.
“I have to go back on stage in five.” He whispers, hot breath fanning your face. 
“Then, I guess we’d have to be quick.”
You don’t know how you’ll face your brother over breakfast tomorrow like nothing happened the night before. But you let the thoughts of tomorrow fly over your head as you were already pulling Eddie to one of the empty bathroom stalls. 
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a/n: haha omg i was washing the dishes when i thought of this. when i tell you i stopped my chores to write this asap. i'd forget in a second if i didn't <3
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the-archxr · 2 years
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just like in the movies
steve harrington x afab!reader
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summary: yours and steve’s friends with benefits situation becomes a whole lot clearer. alternatively, steve promises to fuck you until you realize just how much he loves you.
a/n: *gif isn’t mine, it’s from pinterest* this. THIS IS THE ULTRA SMUTTY SHIT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. WHEN I GOT THIS IDEA I STARTED SWEATING BUCKETS CAUSE HOLY FUCK. ONE OF THE SMUTTIEST THINGS IVE EVER WRITTEN (I listened to a lot of the weeknd, so I’m not surprised).
warnings: +18 content, SMUT CITY, minors dni; unprotected p in v; use of 80s sex toys (steve bought her a vibrator); jealous!steve/romantic!steve/dom!steve; size kink (steve has a monster schlong); hair pulling kink; biting; overstimulation; praise kink; boob play; masturbation; dirty talk to the fucking MAX (steve calls her a slut); mentions of multiple orgasms; use of different positions; rough sex; oral sex f receiving (cum eating); steve’s breeding kink; mentions of porno movies (this is also prolly the plot of a porno honestly 🙃) lil’ bit of fluff
word count: 7.1k (of pure smut babyy)
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part one (can also be read on its own)
•••
To say you were unsatisfied would be an understatement.
The understatement of the goddamn century.
An hour ago you drove to Rick’s house, where he proceeded to have sex with you, only to cum within the first five minutes of hardly-there foreplay. You hadn’t even realized he finished until he was shuddering into the condom, stroking your hair as though you were a prized possession. A sex toy to let out his lack of stamina on. You had pretended to cum while he was still lost in his high, hoping that you wouldn’t have to deal with the eventual lecture of how it was ‘you’re fault’ that you were ‘too tense’.
Rick wasn’t your first rodeo for guys like that, but part of you hoped it would be different for your first time. That he would be different. He would be caring and attentive and make sure you came first.
You hoped he’d be like Steve.
You hoped that he’d kiss your knuckles and rest his face in your neck as he came. You hoped that he would’ve mumbled praise after praise in your ear as he slowly brought you to that edge before tossing you off with a bite on your collarbone.
Or…
You hoped that he would’ve at least, lasted longer than twenty fucking minutes.
But no. The little shit didn’t even give you a chance to build up your arousal whatsoever. Not even to the point where you would at least be able to finish in the safety of his bathroom.
Thinking back on it, you’re not even too sure he realized you had faked it. That the shitty, high-pitched moan you let out was false, and that he wasn’t in fact ‘giving it to you’, regardless of how many times he mumbled that above you.
The entire thing was stupid. Silly and irreparable and downright annoying.
Because an hour ago you left to go have what was supposed to be really good sex.
And a half hour ago you came home to sit on an empty couch, in your empty house—extremely horny and far hungrier for something that wasn’t microwave mac n’ cheese.
You needed to be fucked. Properly, until you were drooling and unable to speak.
So really, without a second thought, you left your dinner plate on the kitchen counter with your keys still stuffed in your pocket and a new sense of determination.
The drive to Steve’s apartment was familiar. A second nature route that guided you from one end of town to the next, up the stairs of his apartment and to number 38. What wasn’t familiar though was the locked front door.
Regardless of the monstrosities—the mind flayer, the bad men, Billy—Hawkins, Indiana was still Hawkins, Indiana. A boring small town in the middle of nowhere full of endless country dried up plains and empty streets.
This meant that other than hicks, and the occasional sense of the end of the world, there was nothing to even be remotely afraid of. And really, nothing that would warrant your friend to lock his door: something he has never once done in all of the years you’ve known him.
There’s a part of your mind that prickles with nerves.
So you knock.
It’s loud and curt and would leave enough room for you to hear the sounds of padding feet. Or any sign of life for that matter. So you wait. You wait for one, two, nearly four minutes and yet you hear nothing.
So you knock again, only to be met with dead silence again.
You go to knock for the third time, but then your ears pick up on a whimper. A low sob which is hardly discernible until it’s accompanied by a crackle of television and a creak of the floor. Putting your ear to the door, you concentrate on trying to pick up on any other sound you can.
But after nothing happens, you choose to dig through your pockets until you come across the spare key he gave you.
Pushing it in, you slowly turn the lock until you hear a soft click and the door falls open. His apartment is dark. Pitch black, with the only semblance of light coming in from the thick curtains covering the living room window.
“Steve?”
Quiet.
“Steve?”
The agitation that tickles you at the back of your neck morphs into fear. Because Steve is usually a light sleeper. One of the lightest sleepers you know, easily woken up by something as soft as the sound of rain. So with no response and a locked door, your heart jumps at the possibility of something horrible.
Gone is the thought of your needy arousal. Now you worry about your friend's life and what you’ll find when you come across his body.
If you come across his body.
You’ve had nightmares like this. All eerily similar to the current events playing out. It all begins like this with you walking through his kitchen and down the main hall, only to end in the worst.
The bedroom door is closed, having been forced shut without any lock on it. The air surrounding you—frigid and nail-biting—feels like death. Completely lifeless other than the light of the tv bleeding out from under the door.
The faint sounds come back, but as hard as you try to listen, you can’t make them out at all. And though that still concerns you, it doesn’t deter you. Everything acts like a magnet, drawing you closer to the source of the noise and the end of the mystery that causes your heart to slam against your ribs.
Your hand grabs ahold of the doorknob and as you open the door slowly, you start to realize what exactly you’re hearing.
And what you’re seeing.
Through the small space, you can see…a movie. It takes you a second to understand what you’re seeing, but when it finally clicks, you can’t help but feel flushed. There are flashing images of a woman bouncing on what looks like a guy dressed in a pizza delivery costume. Over-exaggerated echoey moans are then met with softer noises. Ones that sound as though they’re coming from right beside you. Instinctually you look to your left, only to find Steve in a compromising position. He’s lying on his bed in the corner of the room, spread eagle, pants by his ankles and cock in his fist.
His hand is tight around his length, pumping quick and hard as his hairy thighs flail around. His head is flat on the pillow, jaw wide open as he mumbles incoherently, twitching every time his thumb runs over his tip.
You gulp at the sight, legs tightening together both at the perversion of watching him and in hope of bringing some sort of relief.
He looks beautiful like this.
Granted, Steve Harrington is always beautiful. Pretty beyond words. Soft hair and honey eyes and strong hands covered in moles and freckles and the evidence of a life lived.
He’s like a deity. A demi-god of sorts, like the kind you learned about in your junior year ancient history class. Hercules and Perseus. Man and god, divine and mundane.
Beautiful and otherworldly.
You can tell he’s close, chest rising in shallow puffs of stunted air. His fingers tighten against himself; squeezing the base and dragging upward, only to repeat the motion again even faster.
You shouldn’t be watching this.
But you can’t look away.
“Steve?”
You scare him shitless. He jumps, nearly ten feet off the bed only to flop on his stomach and onto the ground. He seemingly disappears, the only thing visible of him being a hand that frantically searches for the remote.
“Jesus fucking Christ, —!” He shuffles around on the ground for a bit, yanking on his pants as he grabs a pillow and covers his hard-on. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Throwing your hands up in the air, you turn on the bedside lamp closest to you, yellow light warming up the room as your eyes readjust. “I—I thought you were hurt!” You stutter.
“Hurt? What do you mean hurt?”
Huffing, you force yourself to keep looking at him and not the incredibly dirty image paused on the tv screen. “Your door was locked.”
His eyes widen. “…what?”
“Your door was locked, Steve, your doors never locked. I was worried.”
“So?” He yelps, taking the remote and permanently turning the tv off. A red flush deepens across his face, swirling down his neck and blooming beneath the collar of his shirt. “You don’t just walk into someone’s house when their door is locked.”
“You gave me a key, and you didn’t respond when I called out for you.” You roll your eyes, averting your gaze to the floor as embarrassment starts to take over. “How the fuck was I supposed to know you were jacking off?”
Groaning, Steve falls backward into the bed, hands flying up to cover his eyes. Shaking his head, his palms dig into his eye sockets. “Gross, don’t say that—“
“What? Jacking off?!”
“Yes, it’s—it’s just—“
“That’s what you were doing!”
“It’s my home!” He whines, looking away to continue avoiding you. “If I want to jack off with my door locked then that’s what I’ll fucking do!”
You blink at him in bewilderment, anxiety running you both to the ground as you try to ignore the other. With a long sigh, Steve crosses his arms and blinks up at the ceiling, giving way to the silent dance you both are partaking in. It isn’t until he’s running a large hand through his sweaty hair, that he exhales deeply. “What are you doing here anyway? …Thought you were out with Dick.”
“Rick,” you correct.
“Same difference.”
“It’s really not,” you snap. Wringing your hands out, you lean against the wall, jitters running up your arms as the tension in the air slowly begins to disperse. You feel incredibly exposed, the memory of why you’re actually here coming back to the forefront of your mind. Shaking your head, you bit at your cheek. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter now ‘cause it didn’t end well. Probably won’t see him anymore.”
If Steve has any reaction, any thoughts or comments or feelings on the matter, you don’t see them. His expression is unreadable. “Is—did he do something wrong?” He finally says.
You laugh. A half-hearted chuckle as you fall onto the edge of the bed, much like you’ve done a million times before. “It’s more like what didn’t he do.” He doesn’t respond, but his gaze does shift over to you. He waits for you to continue; eyes imploring you to do so while he sits there. Groaning, you lie down beside him. “Well I went there to y’know…we were going to…anyway… We’re doing it, right? Like we’re getting ready and then—then he ends up coming like the second he puts on the fucking condom.”
“…Jesus.”
“Right?” You grit your teeth at the memory. All the frustration from earlier bubbles over into word vomit; things you weren’t exactly planning on telling Steve but can no longer stop from escaping. The proverbial cracking dam. “And then, oh, and then the fucking kicker! When he’s done pretty much fucking himself, he has the audacity to ask me if I came. Ya know the whole—“ you lower your voice with a cough. “‘Was it as good for you as it was for me?’ type bullshit.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Steve's grimace. “Gross.”
“Ugh, I know!” You cry, squirming in your spot on the mattress. “Like shit, I didn’t even want to go over, but I was lonely and…and I guess I thought that maybe it would be different?” You let out a sigh, an exasperated sound as you stretch your body out. “But Jesus, if I knew what I know now I wouldn’t have even wasted the fucking time.”
The two of you sit in silence again; shoulders touching with your fingers dangerously close to intertwining with the other. There’s a different kind of strain on the situation—a different feeling that graces both of your equally frustrated selves.
Steve still holds the pillow over his crotch, fingers digging into the corner of it every time he shifts his hips; a gesture that you’re intensely aware of and acutely turned on by.
Except you reason that maybe you lost the moment.
Maybe you imagined too much for tonight, and you jeopardized everything.
Your original purpose for being here was lost to time, mixed up in enough confusion and shock to shadow your moody arousal. And now, you’re just sad. A painfully lonely person who’s just beginning to realize how painfully lonely they are. Pathetic to the point where you have to go to your friend to try and get your rocks off, only for him to not want you either.
You don’t even try to stick around to ask him if he wants you.
Part of you thinks maybe he fell asleep, but then he stirs as you get up and stride toward the door. “Where are you going?”
Crossing your arms over your chest, you tug at the wrinkles in your shirt. “I’m sorry, I—I just wanted to talk. But I…I should go home.”
Steve’s hand wraps around your forearm pulling you towards him. He doesn’t say anything, though, with the way he strokes circles into your elbow, you consider that he doesn’t have to. “Why are you here, —?”
“I told you,” you sigh. “I was lonely. I just—I needed to talk. But we talked and you’re…you’re clearly busy, so it’s okay. It’s okay, Steve, I’ll see you tomor—“
“Are you still lonely?”
The even pace of your heartbeat stutters. “What?”
He gulps then, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes squint together. There’s something he’s concentrating on or something he’s holding himself back from. You can’t exactly tell. But you can see that it’s bothering him. That whatever he’s thinking is especially troublesome as it hangs in the balance between you. “Are you still lonely?” You frown.
“I don’t know what you mean, Ste—“
“Cause I think you are.” He mumbles, pulling your hand closer to his face, twisting and turning it delicately in his grasp as he inspects you. “I think you need the company, sweetheart.” He places a butterfly kiss on the main vein on the inside of your wrist. “And I also think you need a good fucking orgasm.”
Oh.
The pit of your stomach opens wide at his words. A gaping hole that plummets with the fire of his touch, with the way his hair falls in his face, and with the way he looks at you.
He looks at you like you’re everything. Like you don’t really exist, and you’re nothing but a mirage.
One that is only tailored to him.
You’re still when he stands up, not even moving when his hands come up to your shoulders and his mouth lands on your cupid’s bow. You softly exhale. “…And not just from some rich douchebag…” his knuckles stroke your forehead, face’s already slanting together—an assumed position as your body complies with him. “You need to be fucked by someone who cares, honey.”
You roll your eyes and grumble, a surge of confidence washing over you. “Like who? …like you?”
He smirks at your quip, at your ability to bite back even in the heat of the moment. Pressing his lips to your mouth, he hums. “You don’t know the half of it.”
Kissing him back, your hands smooth over his chest, down his stomach and to the edge of his Henley. You’re already breathless, having all the air in your lungs been kissed away in a matter of seconds. He has you against the wall, making a mess of your mouth as he sloppily kisses you. “Well then show me…” you nip at his upper lip and sigh into him, taking the time to breathe and examine the solemn look on his face. “Show me how much you care.”
You don’t even need to ask him twice.
Instantly, Steve undresses, guiding you to the bed with wandering pesky fingers tugging at the hem of your own shirt.
His mouth is everywhere, bruising kisses searing into every span of skin; every body part revealed as he removes your clothes piece by piece. Slow. Tantalizing. A mix of having intense control over himself, and none at all.
As though he can’t make up his mind when it comes to you.
His lips are wet, red and raw as they glide over your chin, down your neck and to your collarbone, only to mouth at the flesh above your bra.
Wherever his mouth isn’t, his hands are.
One palm lays flat against your knee, forcing them apart so that way he can nestle between your thighs, legs dangling precariously off the bed. He kisses you like his life depends on it, going back and forth between your face and your chest as he moves the strap of your bra down your arm.
Holding your jaw in place, he squeezes your cheeks until your mouth is wide enough for him to jam his tongue into. His kisses are filthy, frenzied and passionate, yet slow and steady all the same. He’s doing everything and nothing as he works you. The slow start-up of an engine. Preparation for a long fucking night.
Your tongues battle for dominance as your hands card through his hair, holding him in place as you begin your own assault on his lips. Tugging on his head by his roots, he moans loudly before jutting his hips into yours. Pulling away, your spit covers his lips only to be smeared along your neck as he sucks a bruise right below your ear. “You’re so fucking pretty, ya know that? That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing.”
Your heart thrums at his words. At the angsty confession that sounds a lot like what you’ve been wanting to hear, yet being nothing of the sort.
Contrary to popular belief—to the rumours spread through the halls of Hawkins High and what you’ve overheard from a string of dates leaving Family Video—Steve Harrington is a romantic at heart. And part of you has always known that. Has always assumed his hidden desire to have someone need him as much as he needs them. You could see it everywhere you went; in the longing looks he’s sent to couples walking out and about, to Nancy and Johnathon when they get so easily wrapped up in each other on movie night.
The girls that left him all complained to you and Robin about him being ‘preoccupied’; too caught up in the idea of love to appreciate what was actually in front of him. Apparently, too caught up in the idea of another person to truly care about them.
The notion always seemed silly to you. The idea that Steve couldn’t and wouldn’t give his hundred-and-ten percent to the person he was with, when he oh-so-desperately wanted them. It was stupid. Entirely blind on their part to not see how incredibly devoted your friend could be.
And that was never more the case than when you actually started hooking up with him.
It was a random night, one where you both were lonely and a little too pent up to handle yourselves, that you decided on it. At the time it seemed like the easiest thing in the world. Something you could move forward with, without any fears or doubts or worries.
Steve made you feel safe. And somehow, someway that fact only increased whenever you had sex. There was a point, in which Steve had gone down on you for the first time, subsequently pulling two orgasms from you in a matter of minutes, that you realized you would never feel more protected than with him.
It was a daunting thing when you finally decided to become friends with benefits. Part of you knew from the get-go it would ruin your perceptions of other people. But the other part couldn’t be bothered at all, especially not when you entertained yourself. Because you dreamt about it sometimes. You dreamt of another world where you and Steve had no boundaries, where you were free to be as you were, free to be with each other in every way as you wanted.
Your body freezes at that.
Steve hasn’t noticed, too caught up in suckling at your left nipple while his thumb and index finger roll your right one around. Your bra is long gone, discarded to the floor along with both of your shirts.
Your mind, which had been empty other than mulling over your thoughts on the man biting at your breast, has now drifted to the realization.
Did you want Steve like that?
The question sits on your tongue; tasting of burnt ash and trepidation as your eyes roam over his body. He’s crooning into your skin, hips rolling with every whine, rutting his hardened length into your still fully clothed core. The moon shines on his back, tracing over the muscles rippling beneath the skin, veins growing taut in his forearms as he holds your body still.
You love him.
And it’s not necessarily an astonishing conclusion. If anything, there hadn’t been a point in time where you’ve looked at Steve and hadn’t felt immense love. Because knowing him and not being hopelessly in love with him was impossible.
This was Steve after all. Your Steve.
The one who fights for his friends and loves aimlessly and has a big heart that begs to be nurtured because he’s never had that. He’s the one who cares for Dustin—his friend and his brother. He’s a shoulder to cry on and a lover and a fighter.
But most importantly, he’s quite possibly the love of your life.
You don’t realize he’s stopped until you catch him blinking at you. His thumb which had come up to your cheek, runs along your cheekbone and wipes at your temple in the most tender of ways. “Everythin’ okay?”
You want to say it. You want to tell him everything you’ve just realized. Every conclusion and emotion and thought that he incurs in you. You want to tell him that you see him. That you love him. That you want him and need him in ways he may never understand.
Because with the way his hips jerk forward, practically dry humping you as he looks up at you with the biggest doe eyes—innocence and erotica all rolled into one—you realize you may not be able to control yourself. You need him to fuck you, but you also need him to know how loved he really is.
So you tell him.
“I love you.” He halts, lifting off of you slightly in a daze. He looks you dead in the eye, disbelief and shock shrouding his features. Offering him a lazy smile, you choose to let go of everything. “I love you so goddamn much, Steve.”
He doesn’t say anything, but he shakes beneath you. His breathing is shallow, fingers nervously trembling against your sides. For a second, you worry that he doesn’t feel the same. Mistaking his silence for disinterest, you begin to shuffle up the bed, worrying that this was it. That in moments you had fucked everything over.
“Holy shit, —.” He mumbles, fully sitting back on his knees. His gaze doesn’t meet yours, but it never leaves your body. You can’t tell if he’s happy or upset or scared, and the feeling eats away at you. “…You can’t…you can’t say shit like that, sweetheart.”
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, throat closing up in impeding sobs. “I’m sorr—“
“You can’t…” letting out a groan, Steve crawls back up your body, caging you in between his broad shoulders and the bed. You can see his eyes now, the way he stares you down and the way something darker floods his irises. Though, his expression is the all-too-familiar look he always seems to give you. Leaning down, his lips curl around the edge of your ear, hot breath invading your senses. You take note of how he smells of citrus and mousse, how nice the concoction is as he lets out another shaky breath. “You can’t say stuff like that and not expect me to fuck the shit out of you.”
…Well, fuck…
“I mean…” Steve hops off the bed after planting a kiss on your forehead and walks to his closet. He talks to you as he rummages through his things, determined to find the exact thing he’s looking for. “I mean you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that, baby.” Taking a box from the top shelf he walks it over to you and places it on the nightstand. Then, with just as much ease as before, he swoops down and captures your mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. Except this time, there’s an added urgency behind it. One he’s never had before. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.”
While nipping at your chin, he opens the box and pulls out a small and colourful cylindrical object. It’s pale purple with a series of buttons on the bottom of it. You frown once you see it.
“Stevie, what’s that?”
He can’t control the wolfish grin spreading across his face. Nuzzling further into your throat, he sucks and licks and bites until you’re too distracted by your own sighs. “It’s um…it’s my surprise for you, honey. Got it the other day. Saw it and immediately thought of you.”
“What…” another breathy moan as he bucks into you. “What does it do?”
Clicking his tongue, he gropes your boob, massaging the tender flesh. “Something fun,” is his only reply.
Placing it beside your head, he leans back and begins to unbutton your pants. You stiffen a bit, as he works wordlessly to relieve you of your other clothes. Your interest only seems to spur him on, make him work quicker as he pushes you down flat to the bed. There’s a sudden string of melodies that escape then, as though he’s fucking singing to himself. Content and relaxed as he pulls your jeans down your legs.
You think it’s Wham!, maybe Careless Whisper if you tried to listen hard enough. But you can’t particularly focus when he looks up to you and beams like that. Evident excitement making his body stretch upward and his dick twitch in the tent of his pants. “God, you’re gonna love this, baby. Need you to relax though. M’promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Whining, you grab his shoulders and pull him down to your level. “Why don’t you just fuck me already, Harrington?”
“Patience is a virtue, babe.” Grabbing the device he presses the button, triggering a high whirring sound to emanate from it. “Besides, gotta loosen you up first.”
And with that, he presses the head of the object to your cunt, reeling in the way your eyes widen and your jaw falls slack.
The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. It isn’t the comforting feeling of your fingers gliding over you or of Steve’s tongue flicking at your hood. Instead it’s a steady vibration that rumbles your entire body, catching your arousal in its grasp instantaneously.
There’s a sharp gasp lodged in your throat, fighting to be released as you grapple for oxygen. Steve’s body still hangs over you, eyes transfixed on the way your face contorts with every movement he controls.
Sometimes when he flicks his wrist, moving the massaging head of the device to your already fluttering hole, you let out a long strangled moan. But the other times, when he presses the device right into your clit while his mouth wraps around your nipple and his other hand massages your lower belly, you can’t help but whine repeatedly.
Your thighs have begun to quiver as he slowly increases the pace of the object (which you didn’t even think was possible to begin with). Your hand flies to his shoulder, nails digging into the muscle as your head falls back.
“You like that, honey?” Steve growls into your chest as he hitches one of your legs over his hip. “‘Course you do. My little slut likes anything I give her, don’t you?”
You nod erratically, back aching as he presses the beating device harder into you. “Just…oh my god, Steve, please, I…”
“Look at you… Can’t even fucking talk, you feel so good.” A broad hands runs down the expanse of your stomach, running over your hip before slightly smacking the curve of your ass. You fly forward, sitting up completely as you try to trap his hand in between your thighs. “Told you this would be fun.”
You cry out, heart pounding against his as you press your breasts into his chest. “Stevie, please. Wanna cum so bad.”
He chuckles, resting his chin on the top of your head as his hand continues it’s descent down your body. “I know, baby, I know.” His knuckles circle your entrance before two thick fingers jam themselves into you.
“Fuckfuckfuck—“ you whimper as you bite at the tendon in his neck. Your toes curl in tandem with the fingers he moves along your walls, continuously hitting that sweet spot within you.
“Come on, baby, come for me… Come on.”
Your orgasm slams into you at what seems like new heights. Gripping his body tightly, you arch into him body rocking on the device with every wave of your high. Coming and going, back and forth until your knuckles are white and sweat lines your back and the sheets beneath you.
You shake violently in his arms, heavy pants racking your chest as dizziness clouds your mind. Your gaze stays stuck on the ceiling as you try to come to, your own feeble attempt to ground yourself. You feel the bed dip as rough hands smooth over the bones in your hips, rubbing small, tight circles in the skin above your mound. “That was—that was good, baby. Did so good for me.” His voice draws you back to reality, your gaze drifting around the room to find his. He peeks over your body, messy hair and hooded eyes that darken as he stares ahead.
Your hand—which feels limp hanging in midair—flies to his skull, gripping the roots of his hair and tugging him forward. “Steve, I…I want you to…please, want your cock.”
“Mhm,” he inhales the scent of you, nose just hitting your swollen clit. “And I want this pretty pussy of yours.” Deep brown eyes flash up to you, a powerful sneer morphing the lines of his mouth. “Good girls wait their fucking turn.”
Your head lolls back the second he begins to lap at your core. A shrill sound, something close to a cry but still not quite, escapes you. He mouths at the space between your clit and your hole, groaning into your folds as he adjusts his grip on your legs.
A puff of hot air hits you, spine trembling as his lips tug at your hood. “Oh my��fuck, Steve. Steve, please—“
“Please, what? I’m doing what you asked, pretty girl.” Another lick—a smooth and slow flat press of his tongue. “I’m fucking you like you deserve, so just…” he groans, removing himself from you before spitting on your cunt and diving back in. “Just. Fucking. Take it.”
Dammit, this man was going to be the fucking death of you.
He eats you out like he’s starved. Like he’s been locked away for days, weeks—shit, years—and is just finally getting access to a good meal. A bountiful feast, all for him and only him.
His stubble burns you as you jump his face, gnawing at the inside of your cunt and thighs until they’re raw. The pressure builds yet again, deep within your gut and permeating your bones. You hold him there, smothering him entirely as he either gulps for air, or for more of you. Regardless, he’s tasting every inch of you and soon he’s sucking at you even faster.
“Ste—Steve, just—oh my god, right there. Right there, please, please, please!”
Your second orgasm slaughters you where you lie. The pleasure is blinding, almost intangible as you ride his mouth. An endless slew of moans and sharp intakes of breath accompany your convulsing body. Somehow he’s still breathing, still soldiering on as he eats up everything you have to offer him.
It’s incredibly dirty. Raw and pornographic. A purely sleazy sight of him enjoying himself on the orgasm he just pulled from you.
Eventually he lets go of you, leaning up on his forearms and wiping away at the dripping cum on his chin.
He licks his lips then, a free hand trailing up to his messy hair and pushing it out of the way. Steve licks his lips, like a murderous predator eyeing its next prey; toying with its meal as it rolls in delight. “You taste,” he sucks yet another hickey into your breast. “So good.” He moans out the words, rolling his bare hips into you. He’s completely naked now, having taken off his pyjama pants sometime between unfurling his fingers in you and latching his mouth to your clit. He completely engulfs you, member sliding between your slick folds; twitching at the wonderful tension he’s been building. The friction is unbearable, deliciously combining with the taste of yourself on his tongue.
He kisses your mouth in the same way he kissed your cunt. Slow and lazy, an attempt to devour you whole.
“I love you so fucking much, y’know that?” Taking your hand he kisses each finger, your palm, the back of your hand and then your knuckles. “Loved you for a long time. A long, long time.”
You sigh into his chest, tears of relief burning at the corners of your eyes. There’s a gaping feeling within you, deep in the pit of your belly that carnally craves him. Despite already having had two orgasms, you’re hungry for another; for whatever he’ll give you.
You want his cock, want to feel him fill you to the point where you’re breaking in half. You need to feel the burn in your pelvis and the cured ache in your core.
You need him.
So, so fucking bad.
“Want you,” you grumble. Your throat is hoarse, pained from all the whines and the screaming and the moans of pleasure. You’re clawing at him, yanking and pulling at his limbs until he’s impossibly close. “Please, please, please, want you.”
Steve is unfazed as he keeps kissing you. Nearly every spot on your body is touched by his mouth, caressed by his tongue and bit by his teeth. Somehow, as much as he’s been grinding into you, as much as you can tell he wants to fuck your abused hole, he controls himself.
Tapping on your nose with feather-light touches, he gently kisses your eyelids. “Want what? Gotta use your words if you want my cock, baby.” Pumping himself above your stomach, he presses the underside of his dick along your belly and drags it, right above the spot where you want him most. “You want my cock, hm? Want me to fill you up like the good little slut you are?”
You don’t even nod. Instead, you just widen your legs and open up to him even more, pouting as you blink at him. “Want your cock so bad, Stevie. Wanna be yours. Please, please give me…just, fuck me hard.”
Smirking, he runs a hand up and down your thigh. “Are you mine?”
Your feel your face contort, confusion twisting your features as you gasp for air. And though you’re partially confused, a little curious and a little too far gone to fully understand his request, you simply smile.
“Yes. Yours. All yours.”
Steve growls, actually growls before taking two fistfuls of your hips and flipping you over onto your stomach. “Up, pretty girl,” he gestures to your lower back.
You do as he says, unable to stifle the smile of elation as he manhandles you. Pressing your head into the pillow, you push your hips up only to feel him directly behind you. His hand rests on the globe of your ass, tenderly stroking the curve of your spine as he gets you into position. He’s up on his knees, adjusting himself to fit your slit as he pulls you back into him.
“Wanna know what I was thinking about before you caught me earlier?”
You groan. “Jesus Christ, Steve, just shut up and fuck me already.”
He laughs, then lays a smack on your bum before shoving the fat head of his dick into you. Crying out you fall forward, frantic to feel him further. “You need to learn to stop being so impatient, —.” Pushing himself by another inch, he stops and stays there. Him stretching you out is a torturous event, one that pains you as your hands ball up the sheets. “Anyways, as I was saying…” his hand smooths down your back and to your neck, holding you in place by the nape. “I was thinking about this. ‘Bout you underneath me.” He kisses you in between your shoulders. “…Was thinking about fucking you from behind… Like this.”
With those words he slams into you, the tip of him hitting your cervix while his hips remain flush with yours.
You gasp, inhaling the smell of sweat and sex as you shake around him. “Oh my god, Steve, I—holy, fuck, that’s good, feel so good. Fucking me so good, Stevie.”
He takes a minute to breathe, to collect himself before completely bottoming out and shoving back in. Your walls clench around him, the heavy drag of his length making you shiver as he starts off at a slow pace.
Steve’s always been big. You had assumed as such from the rumours spread around school that there was something a little extra special about Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington. But it wasn’t until when you first had sex with him when he had rid himself of his pants and stood before you entirely nude that you realized that he definitely had something to show for it.
At first, you were nervous, weren’t entirely too sure that you could take him in the way you wanted so much.
But then when he finally entered you for the first time, and every other time after that, you came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t want anything—or anyone—else.
He stretches you out perfectly. An amazing fit that only increases every time you feel his bulge in your lower abdomen. “Faster.” You pant. “Harder, fuck, harder.”
His hand fully circles your neck, gently pulling you back with just enough pressure to make you see stars. The harsh snap of his hips sends you spiralling, obscenities spilling out of you as your third orgasm comes and goes. It all happens so quickly, to the point where you can’t even process the fact that you came yet again.
And although it feels good—fucking great, even—it’s still not enough.
You’re incredibly sensitive, eyes rolling into the back of your skull with every thrust. The sound of balls slapping against your ass fill the air, a medley of noises—just like the ones coming from the tv earlier—keying you higher and higher.
“Christ, you feel so good, honey. So good… I’m so fucking in love with you.” Another thrust rattles your body. Your bones are weak, muscles so sore that you can’t even keep yourself up. And Steve can tell, has half a mind to help you out.
Hooking one arm around your stomach, and with the other still, on your neck, he pulls you up into his lap. Your legs rest on either side of his thighs as he bounces you up and down on his dick. His back is pressed tightly to you, allowing you to hook your arm around his neck until his chin hangs over your shoulder. “Steve…Steve, I’m gonna cum. Fucking me so good, so, so, so good.”
He roughly kisses the side of your face, mouth hanging wide open on your cheekbone. “I know, baby, I know… No one fucks you this good, huh? No one—no one makes you cum on their dick like I do.”
“Oh…ohmygod, ohmygod. No, no one fucks me like you do, Steve. Please. Please, fuckfuckfuck.”
Pushing his hand into your abdomen, he holds you in place as he spears into you. Fire, an aching burning passion, licks at the base of your spine as heat pools in the knot of your belly. It feels so good it hurts; so numbing that you can’t do anything but sit and wait for your climax to crash over you. Because, painfully, you’re right on the edge. Steve strains behind you. “Gonna’ cum too, baby. Gonna fill you up, fill you up until I’m fucking spilling out of you.”
You’re babbling into the air as your head falls backward. With your eyes screwed shut, your hand falls to Steve’s knee while a fourth orgasm rips through you. You scream at the feeling of him annihilating your insides and sending you into orbit. It’s almost like you’re in space, gravity falling from your weightless body as Steve rams into you in a brutal rhythm.
“So, so beautiful, baby. Look even prettier with my cock in you.” At this point, he’s rotating you down onto his lap instead of thrusting up into you. Sweat beads down his forehead and onto your chest as his groin tightens. His dick grows bigger, swelling inside of you while he grunts and growls and lets out the prettiest sounds into your ear.
“Gonna make you a mom one day, baby. Fuck you until you’re round and full and everyone, even fucking Rick, knows you’re mine.”
He moans ‘I love you’s’ into your shoulder, biting down onto the junction of your neck as he empties inside of you. Ropes of warmth spread throughout your cunt as he fucks you through his orgasm.
His chest heaves as he falls forward with you, collapsing onto the bed in a frenzied mess of aching limbs and satisfied hums.
He catches his breath quicker than you do, contended sighs and soft kisses along your spine as you both settle down. He moves down your body until he lands on your hips, before gliding his mouth back up to your cheek. He kisses you for the millionth time that night. “…Were you serious? Ya know, did you mean what you said?”
You smile into the blanket, using what little strength you have left to roll over onto him. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you mouth at his neck and collarbone, kissing Steve tenderly in the way he truly deserves.
“Every word.”
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cottontears · 1 year
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~you like that, huh?~(1)
ೃ⁀➷ sub ! steve harrington /dom ! fem reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count 1k+
ೃ⁀➷ summary: steve harringotn has a m0mmy kink!
ೃ⁀➷ a/n: the lovely @harringtonssangel inspired me to make two fics with the prompt stated in the title, the first, this fic, will be sub steve, the second will be dom steve, posted later! i have had a problem with exposure so this is my sixth time posting this, SIXTH times the charm ig
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: explicit smut, MOMMY kink, dacryphilia,p in v sex, riding, face sitting, boob sucking, handjob, blowjob, edgeplay ( if i miss anything let me know)
ೃ⁀➷ please reblog & leave a comment with your thoughts 🫶🏻
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it was a mere slip of the tongue.
the result of years of build-up neglect.
the feeling of safety as he laid on you.
legs open to fit him.
the moon’s dim light shone through his bedroom window as you lay languid on his bed.
his parents were not home. that was nothing new.
they never were.
maybe that’s why he said it.
he had given himself some kind of complex.
but you had stuck with him through hell and back.
and he had never had that kind of love.
he had never been enough for anyone.
had never had the guts to ask for what he needed, knowing that when he did, he would be abandoned once again.
your nails scratched his scalp, and his inhale was sharp.
his head rested on your collarbones, just above your covered breasts. you wore only a thin shirt and panties. he needed them, needed you.
you knew. you always knew what he needed. 
“baby…” you murmured your nails scraping his scalp, making him shiver and whine wantonly.
he burrowed his face in your breasts and he was so lost in your scent, your skin, his walls crumbled, his inhibition running away from him as a soft “mommy” escaped his lips.
he blinked, his brain catching up with his tongue.
“what was that?” you stilled against him.
everything stopped.
he trembled.
shit.
he had placed himself in a very vulnerable position, and he trusted you, he did. but he told himself he would understand if you walked away too. he would not be able to handle it. he would have to.
“baby boy?” you cooed.
and the world continued spinning on its axis. 
he lifted his head from your chest, your eyes were glazed from adoration.
his lips quickly captured in a kiss.
you pushed him off, he had barely enough time to panic before you were beside him, lying on your side.
“what did you call me, my sweet boy?”
your warm hand found its way to his crotch, over his pajama bottoms,
his hips bucked, soft whimpers and pleas leaving his lips.
blood rushed to his cheeks. his body flush with nerves and embarrassment.
“no need to get shy pretty boy, your safe here,”
your hand pressed against his dick, which was stiffening under your touch.
“mommy please!” he managed to whimper out.
you slid his pajamas down, his hips high in the air, searching for pressure. his cock sprung free. hard and leaking.
your hand was quick to wrap around it, and he could not help the whimpering moans that left his mouth.
“you like that huh? baby?”
“yes, god!”
“that’s right pretty boy, i am your god.”
your grip was tight, his hands wrapping around your wrist. just to anchor himself.
your thumb swiped over his head and his hips jumped slightly. pre cum squirting, making it easier for your fist to pump him.
the damn had been broken. and he was in heaven, so close to coming. pressure building and building.
his hips bucked wildly, and he whimpered and trembled.
the grip of your hand softening had him crying out.
“ah, ah! i’m only letting you come inside mommy’s pussy.”
he whined, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. he could have come from that statement alone.
but your hand was back and he moaned loudly. he knew you were just drawing it out.
you would not allow him to come at that moment. but that made the anticipation delicious.
“mo-mommy, please~ oh- oh god” his syllables drawn out into a whine.
he was so close, and you could sense it, letting him go once again.
this time it was your mouth on him that made him cry out, warm tears streaming down his eyes from the overstimulation.
it ached, it hurt so well, and his legs shook.
it was a second before your mouth let go with a *pop*.
he whined at the loss.
“that’s it, baby, do you want me to ride you? fuck you so good you see stars.”
steve murmured incoherently, desperate sounds you understood as need.
you rid yourself of your drenched panties, sitting up, and shifting to straddle his hips.
your hand reached down between you, taking his throbbing dick and stroking it softly.
steve was a begging whimpering mess beneath you, and you knew you had to take pity on him.
you lowered yourself slowly. groaning in pleasure at the burn and stretch of him.
he yelped, his upper body jumping up as a reflex, his arms immediately going for your ass. 
you wrapped yours around him, your nails digging into his soft skin as you lowered yourself completely. 
he was so close.
his staccato moans and his trembling limbs tightened around you.
“that’s it baby, come inside me, make me a mommy.”
he moaned loudly, his body shaking viciously.
you felt the warmth of his cum against you.
his back slammed into the bed. his body shaking with the aftermath of his climax.
but you were left unsatisfied.
climbing over him, you hovered your core over his face. your hands gripping the bedpost.
“come on baby, clean up your mess.”
his hands were on your ass once again, pulling you down.
your body bucked with pleasure as your cunt met his lips.
you undulated your hips, his tongue lapping at his come, and your arousal.
it wasn’t long before your pussy wept for him, your body shaking with pleasure, his tongue was there to suck and lick. you lowered yourself with a sated smile. 
your shirt stuck to your body, your nipples pebbled, pushing against the thin material.
and he was there. pushing your shirt up, no inhibitions, as his lips latched on to the peak of your breast, smearing the slickness that had accumulated from his mouth on your cunt. but you did not mind.
his hand moved to your breast, kneading softly, holding it.
he sucked and nipped, giving each breast attention.
you felt warmth spreading down your clenched thighs, dripping to the bedsheets. 
he reached a hand to your mound and you yelped as his fingers played with your pussy, pushing inside you, and teasing your clit. he moaned around your breast.
with your fingers in his hair, his mouth on your chest, and a muffled mommy on his lips, he was finally home.
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hellfirexhoe · 1 year
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The Night Before You Left - Rockstar!Eddie x Fem Reader
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Tags: 18+ content, minors DNI (ageless and minors interacting with this earn a swift block and a kick to the ankle), friends to lovers, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, angst (with happy ending), misunderstandings, smut right below the cut, not proofread
Summary: You and Eddie spend the night together before he goes on tour, then he all but disappears from your life, too busy with groupies to call, evidently.
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Best friends don't do this.
So what does this mean?
I don’t want you to go.
The words die on your tongue as Eddie’s lips kiss along your neck, hands slipping under your shirt, a smirk on his lips as he discovers your lack of bra. A forgotten movie plays on the tv in front of you,
“Did you plan this for my send off?” Eddie comes away from your neck, still wearing his trademark smirk as he looks down at you beneath him on the sofa, hair fanned out around your head. You shake your head,
"Just good timing…" 
"We've never once had good timing."
Eddie chuckles softly as he cups your breasts in his hand, trying to memorise the soft curves of your body. He's right, other lovers had stolen you away from each other over the years, and even now the timing is terrible. It's the night before Eddie's band leaves for a tour. Nothing too crazy, it's not a worldwide tour. He'd reassured you when he saw your face fall at the realisation this meant you'd be stuck in Hawkins without your best friend for 3 months.
You pull him closer, as though you could bind your bodies together to keep him here. Your kisses become needy and desperate, needing more of Eddie's touch, more of his lips. Eddie is only too happy to give you anything you want tonight, meeting your kisses with similar fervour while his hands grow braver in their exploration of you, slipping between your thighs, under your skirt until they are ghosting over a wet patch on your underwear.
Eddie pulls away from the kiss slowly as though the action of separating his lips from yours is one that causes him great pain.
"What do you want?"
You shake your head, you don't want to say it aloud. It might burst the bubble you're in.
"I'm not going to touch you until you tell me what you want."
"You. I want you. All of you."
Eddie glances down pointedly, highlighting that there is no space between you,
"You have me. Tell me what you want me to do."
You bite down on your lip, this was new territory.  Not just with Eddie, but a guy asking what you wanted instead of just taking whatever he wanted from you.
"I want you to touch me." Your cheeks are blazing red and you flicker your eyes away from Eddie, from the corner of your eye you see him open his mouth, ready to ask you to be more specific, then closing as you clasp his hand in yours and guide it between your bodies, down to where you desperately need his touch. 
He's slow at first, determined to draw the evening out for as long as he can, already planning to spend the next day sleeping on the bus to make up for the lack of sleep he’ll be getting tonight. His hands stroking an almost agonisingly slow path from your knees up your thighs, his eyes never leave yours, wordlessly checking in with you, slowing when you shiver as his fingers ghost over your underwear,
“Relax, it’s just me.” Eddie’s smile is far too sweet and innocent for someone whose pointer finger is currently tracing your pussy through ever dampening underwear, your breath catching as he lazily brushes past your clit, fully aware of what he’s doing. 
“Eddie, fuck, don’t tease.” You breathe out, struggling to speak without your voice trembling.
“Why not? We’ve got all night.” Eddie’s lips press to your neck as his fingers hook in your underwear, not removing, just pulling aside, before coming away abruptly, 
“Hold onto these for me would’ya?” Eddie removes his rings and quickly slips them over your fingers, “I want those back.” He says with faux sternness before his features are softened by yet another smile as he leans back down to kiss you and glides his large hand back down your body, pulling your panties to the side once more and running his fingers through the wetness there. You half expect a comment from him, and you can see on his face that he’s resisting the urge to tease you about how wet you are from minimal teasing.
“Don’t say it.” You mumble, forcing your eyes to focus on the way the light from the nightstand glints on your new accessories.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” You can fucking hear the smirk in his voice and are about to reprimand him when he slips his middle finger inside you all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion that knocks the air from your lungs.
“Shit! That’s not fair, going straight for two.” You pant out as he starts running his thumb over your clit, letting you adjust to the intrusion. You look up at him and see an amused expression on Eddie’s face. “What?”
“Baby. That’s not two, that’s just one.” He curls his finger in an attempt to prove himself, “Poor sweetheart, I’m going to have to spend hours making sure you can take all of me aren’t I?” As he speaks you can feel his finger curling faster, seeking. As the rough pad of his finger grazes your g-spot your hips lift off the sofa to chase the sensation.
“Gotcha.” Eddie doubles down, pumping his finger inside of you while curling, the sensation maddening as it means his finger is incessantly grazing your g-spot while his thumb presses down, rubbing deep circles into your clit.
“Jesus christ.” You hiss out as his handiwork sends you hurtling towards an orgasm faster than you’ve been able to accomplish by yourself, never mind with a partner. 
“Think you can take another?” Eddie asks as his pointer finger threatens to breach your tight hole, you nod, afraid of the pitch of the whine that will leave your lips if you speak but Eddie shakes his head,
“I want to hear you tell me you want this. Please?” 
Your voice cracks on your first attempt as he starts to pump his finger harder and faster, relishing in your struggle to hold onto your composure, “Eddie, fuck please. Need another.” You manage on your second attempt, he contemplates asking you to be more specific but takes pity at the way you whine his name, so he slips his second finger in after yanking your panties down to your ankles, not waiting for you to kick them off before he’s slipping two fingers inside you.
“You okay?” His eyebrows come together in concern as he hears the hiss that escapes you as you feel the stretch, “We can slow down.”
“No!” Eddie raises an eyebrow now, smirking slightly at the devastation in your voice, “Don’t want to stop, feels so good. ‘M so full.” 
Despite your insistence that you didn’t need to slow down, Eddie does slow down, to a pace that would be too slow if he wasn’t pressing your g-spot so firmly, focusing on intensity rather than speed, relishing in the way your tight walls feel around his fingers, the way the more pressure he applies the higher pitched your moans get. Your eyes become to heavy to hold open any longer and as you close them you feel Eddie shift from your side to rest between your thighs, the tickle of his hair on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh making you shudder, and the shudder making your walls tighten over Eddie’s fingers for a split second. You feel Eddie’s hot breath over your pussy and your chest lurches in anticipation of his tongue hitting the skin there, but it doesn’t, and so you raise your head to look at him with a questioning stare,
“Well hi there.” Eddie speaks casually, as though his fingers aren’t currently pushed to the hilt inside you, relentlessly rubbing over your g spot and sending you closer to the knife edge of an orgasm with every ministration. “Something wrong?”
“Want to feel your tongue… if you want to.” You tack on the second part to your sentence a little shamefully, a force of habit.
“ ‘if I want to’ what kind of man wouldn’t?” Eddie asks reassuring you with a cheeky grin before holding your eyes as he slowly sinks his head between your thighs, dragging his tongue from his fingers up to your clit, lavishing the sensitive button with slow licks that make your thighs shake, and just when you think you’ve peaked he wraps his pillowy lips around your clit, sucking into his mouth softly, your shift yourself onto your elbows to try to save your back from the shitty couch that might be older than you and Eddie put together and Eddie winks at you as your hips buck up into his mouth, a hum from his mouth has you throwing your head back to let loose a moan that Eddie could only describe as ‘fucking heavenly’ and your hands knotting in his hair, holding him close as he pushes you over the precipice of your orgasm. Eddie helps you to ride it out, keeping his motions consistent until you’re shaking and practically crying out mercy.
“Remind me why we’ve never done this before.” You breathe out in a giggle as Eddie hovers over you, lips glossy with your slick.
“Because we’re very fucking stupid. Bedroom? Please?” Eddie stands up to remove his shirt and holds a hand out to you to help you up, you shake your head, 
“You think I can fucking stand after that? You must be mad.” You giggle as you sit up, taking Eddie’s hand, and wincing slightly when you find it still soaked, you look up at him and he shrugs,
“Well I wasn’t going to wipe my hand on the couch!” He carefully helps you to your legs, leaning down to grab your underwear from the couch and stuffing it in his pocket. Eddie wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you to his bedroom, closing the door behind you both.
You move to undress and Eddie holds up a hand,
“May I?” You nod and step closer to him, lifting your arms to help him remove your shirt, “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, half to himself. He’s fairly sure if he keeps staring at you he might just blow his load in his jeans which would probably not leave you with the best impression before he goes off for 3 months, but before he can busy himself with your skirt you’re removing his shirt, practically tearing the fabric of the threadbare shirt in your enthusiasm, Eddie’s hands meet yours at his belt as you fiddle with it,
“Fashion over function, I hate this.” You huff and he laughs, unbuckling it with ease,
“Just takes practice and a bit of know-how.” Eddie lifts his hands, allowing you to finish removing his jeans before he unzips your skirt in one quick motion, the fabric landing on the floor and pooling at your feet. 
“Well unfortunately someone just has to go on tour, leaving me with no time to practise.” You make a sad face at Eddie as you sit on the bed, shifting back until your back is propped up by pillows. 
“Fuck it, I’ll stay behind. Many bands go on tour without their lead singer right?” Eddie jokes, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you, erection creating a painfully obvious tent in his underwear that you can resist the urge to grasp over the fabric, making Eddie’s hips buck slightly and a low groan escape his lips,
“Don’t think I can actually handle you teasing me tonight sweetheart.” Eddie sounds almost apologetic, “I’d like to do a little better than a two pump chump job if we’re not going to be able to do this again for a while.”
“Two pump chu- jesus christ do you talk to all your conquests like this? And who says we’ll ever do this again?” You tease, 
“No, you’re just very lucky. You’re getting the Eddie Munson fucking his best friend experience.”
“And you’re making me feel so special.” You laugh before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down until his lips are locked with yours, you can feel the smile on his face as your lips join. Your actions mirror his from on the couch as you yank his underwear down to his thighs, he twitches as the coldness from his own rings on your hands brush over the newly exposed skin. 
“Need… Need a condom.” Eddie pants slightly as he comes up for air from your kissing, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. “Can’t have you calling me while I’m on tour telling me you’re late and making me shit myself.”
“Two things. We’re about to have sex, you cannot talk about shit right now. And also, I’m on the pill.” 
“You sure?” Eddie looks up, condoms are non-negotiable for him with any of his sexual partners, but you’re different. You’re you. And he wants to feel every inch of you along his cock without a barrier in the way. 
“I’m sure, want to feel you. Never wanted to feel anyone like I want to feel you.” 
That’s all the motivation he needs to slip inside, not bothering to hold back the throaty grunt that leaves him as he sheathes himself fully inside you, dipping his head to meet your lips with his own once more, in a searing hot kiss that feels like electricity inside you. He pulls back first, resting his sweat dampened bangs on your forehead, looking into your eyes as he thrusts into you with a steady rhythm, you’d never felt so full in all your life, and the sensation is only heightened by the way Eddie’s body is crushed against yours, you catch a glimpse in the mirror near the foot of his bed and by the way your legs are wrapped around him it’s difficult to discern where you start and he ends.
“Feels stupidly good.” Eddie moans out, and you nod eagerly in agreement,
“L-love feeling you stretching me out Eddie,” You dig your nails into his back in response to a thrust so deep and hard against your g-spot that it knocks you breathless for a moment, Eddie notices and repeats the action, pulling back from your face and grabbing your legs to place them on his shoulders.
“Tell me if it gets too much?” Eddie asks, slowing his rhythm down like he suspects your brain is foggy from the relentless pleasure he’s giving you.
“Don’t flatter yourself big boy.” He laughs at this and picks up his pace gradually until he’s slamming into you, setting a brutal pace that gives you no chance of being able to catch your breath, or think, in fact your thoughts have dwindled to only one coherent thought of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. You’re having a similar effect on him, only able to focus on how tightly your pussy is hugging his cock with every thrust. Knowing he can’t stave of his orgasm for as long as he’d like he turns his focus to making sure you cum before he does, eager to watch you come undone on his cock.
“Too much.” You mewl out as he glides a hand down your thigh, thumb finding your clit with ease and rubbing tight circles into the sensitive flesh.
“Nah, you can take it, can’t you?” Eddie pants out as he keeps pace and carries on toying with your clit, sending blinding sparks of pleasure throughout your whole body. You nod in agreement, you can take it, you want to take everything he wants to give to you. Your thighs start to shake of their own accord and your breaths become shallower, sharp intakes as you feel yourself on the edge of cumming,
“Let go, pretty girl, let me have it.” Eddie coos at you, hair sticking up at odd angles and sweat droplets on his tattooed skin, and its that sight that pushes you over the edge, cumming with loud cries of Eddie’s name as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own hitting him while you’re still riding yours out, the sensation of being filled up with Eddie’s cum only heightening your pleasure. Eddie gently lets your legs back down to the bed and lays beside you, breathing hard, you turn to face him, keeping your legs clamped shut to avoid making too much mess on Eddie’s bed. Not that you think he’d care. 
“Hi.” Eddie’s smiles at you, rubbing a soothing hand on your side, “Please tell me that was as good for you as it was me.”
“Better than I imagined.” You admit before you can stop yourself,
“Did you imagine I was shit in bed? That’s a little rude.” You both laugh and you shake your head,
“Not, like, intentionally, more like I had to convince myself you would be so I didn’t try and jump your bones everytime you wanted to hang out.” Eddie laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him, then sniffing you and pretending to recoil.
“Showers all yours if you want it.”
“Asshole.” You say it fondly, and flip him the bird as you shimmy off the bed.
“How am I the asshole? I know you don’t like feeling sweaty and it makes you feel gross.” He holds his hands up in protestation of his innocence,
“It's the sniff and recoil that makes you an asshole Edward.” You call out as you enter the bathroom, having wrapped Eddie’s robe around you to make the perilous journey out from the warmth of Eddie’s room.
Eddie showers after you and practically attaches himself to you once he joins you in his bed, holding you in the little spoon position until you’re forced to wriggle free because he runs so hot and you feel like you’re cuddling with a white hot furnace.
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After the previous night you could be forgiven for being a little blindsided by the fact you wake up alone in the empty trailer. Eddie’s suitcases missing from the floor and your own clothes placed over a chair as neatly as possible. 
You get redressed, and call out as you peek around the door to his bedroom, maybe he was in the living room? But no luck. You grow angry, surely not. Surely Eddie would not fuck you, whisper sweet nothings into your ear, slept with you in his arms, and then leave without a goodbye? You spot an envelope with your name on it in Eddie’s messy chicken scratch handwriting, you tear it up, growing ever more angry. The contents of the envelope does not do much to calm you down.
Had a lot of fun last night. Thank you. Key is under doormat. Will call from hotel when I get there.
-E
Eddie does not call that night.
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In fact it's two weeks since you hear from Eddie until he calls you on a shitty staticy line that you can barely make a single word out of, before it clicks and the line goes dead. 
Corroded Coffin are doing really well on tour. Like, being mentioned on tv well. You don’t begrudge their success, just avoid looking at their frontman in any photos or videos shown. 
Honestly, you’re still so confused. It was totally out of character for Eddie, Eddie who once turned up at your house with chocolate and a heat pad in the middle of the school day when you were out sick with cramps. Eddie who cried at Dirty Dancing when you saw it in the theatre together, and then tried to insist they were tears of disappointment because he had been missold on the premise of just how dirty the dancing was.
You’re coming home from a shift at the diner, sore footed and hair smelling less than fresh when you slump down on your sofa to watch tv, and its like he’s fucking haunting you. Yet another news piece on Eddie’s success and more photos of him on stage. You go to get up and stop in your tracks when you see a photo of the whole band, surrounded by groupies, Eddie with his arms around two of them, looking entirely too happy with himself.
You click the tv off and silently walk away, feet suddenly not too sore to prevent you from taking a long walk around town, and yet everywhere you go, there he is again. He’s at the liquor store, both of you trying to buy alcohol despite being so obviously underaged. He’s at the library, throwing bits of screwed up paper at your head, determined to distract you from your school work. He’s at the arcade, hugging you close when you win a game and smelling your hair in such an obvious manner that you and pretty much the entire building notice.
You don’t turn on the tv much after that night, it made you feel a little sick to know that you could be so easily thrown aside for a leggy blonde in fishnets. Hey, maybe she had a nice personality but that wouldn’t do much to comfort you. 
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3 weeks pass and a couple more shitty static phone calls from Eddie are attempted. Then a knock sounds at your door, you open it to a large bouquet of roses in your face, a courier appearing from behind them as he confirms your name and hands you the flowers. You frown, suspecting you know the sender already, there’s a small white card on the flowers which confirms your suspicions. 
Phones fucking suck. I’m visiting Hawkins this weekend, see you then? Hope this arrives before I do haha!
-E
The roses are promptly dumped in the bin. 
It’s Friday morning. You have no time to make up any kind of lie that could explain why you wouldn’t be able to see Eddie. So you settle for confrontation when he arrives, you deserve to know what the fuck happened overnight for him to suddenly flip on you the way he did. It’s 7pm when Eddie finally turns up, hair still damp from a shower hastily taken when he got home.
“Hey sweet thing!” Eddie leans in to kiss you and you back up, he looks a bit taken aback by your withdrawal. “Is, uh, is everything okay?”
“Are you seriously asking me that?” You fold your arms, setting your jaw.
Eddie is blinking like a deer in the headlights, “Okay, I’m not sure why you’re so mad at me…” 
“Hmm, maybe the fact you slept with me and then left me without a fucking word for two weeks and then couldn’t be bothered to find a decent line to call me on so we could actually talk.” You pause for breath holding up a finger, determined to say your piece. “And then I get to see you slutting around with a bunch of groupies right on my tv, virtually every night.”
Eddie adjusts his weight between his feet, not used to this kind of interaction with you, “Can I explain myself please?”
“Please do.”
“I haven’t been ‘slutting around with groupies’ as you put it. Those are just photos for fans, I’m not trying to sleep with every woman I see.” He stops, fiddling with his rings on his hand, the same ones you’d worn while he fucked you. “I’m sorry I left in the morning. That was not okay. I just, I got freaked out that we’d been intimate like that and I was about to go on tour and the timing was so bad and I didn’t know how to handle it.”
“Okay well not all of us can just swan off on tour whenever things get too big or scary for us to cope with.” 
“I’m sorry, truly. I regret all of it and if I could take it back I would.” 
That hurts.
“You regret it?” Your voice cracks in a way that feels like a betrayal.
“Fuck. No. I don’t regret having sex with you. I regret leaving. I regret that I didn’t have the sense to tell you how I felt sooner. Shit I regret not begging you to come with me.” 
You soften, you’re still hurting but you can see that Eddie truly is sorry. “You still haven’t told me how you feel though.”
“Isn’t it obvious? Did the roses not give me away?” Eddie glances around and then sees a glimpse of red at the top of your bin. “Okay, that’s fair. I - uh, I…” Eddie scratches the back of his head, not knowing how to word this,
“I’m in love with you, okay? I have been since I was like 12 years old and you told me I had an ugly shaped head after it had to be shaved.”
You laugh a little at the memory, “You do have an ugly shaped head, that’s why I told you to grow your hair out.” 
“I’m really sorry for hurting you, I truly don’t know what I was thinking.”
“I know -”
“And I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you, for as long as it takes.” Eddie interjects, taking your hand in his, smiling softly when you don’t snatch it back. 
“You’re going to be grovelling on your hands and knees.”
“Seems reasonable.”
“And you’re going to be spending this weekend waiting on me.”
“But of course.”
“We’re going to discuss me visiting you on tour and sorting out better phone call connections, because Eddie… I’m in love with you too.”
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eddiesbug · 2 years
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Billy x girlfriend reader who loves to ride him and is trying her absolute best to be quiet because Max and El are a few rooms down and afterward she makes dinner for them and El goes “We’re those happy screams” and Billy can’t stop laughing at her embarrassed expression😭
this was supposed to be short but it’s actually quite long i’m v sorry anon (GAH IM NOT HAPPY W THE ENDING BUT U KNOW IM POSTING ANYWAYS)
content warnings: smut 16+ (p in v), oral (m receiving) mild dacryphilia, (kind of) breathplay (??), face fucking, billy’s a lil bit soft for reader<33
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“F-fuck!” you squeal, head lolling as you bounce yourself with vigour onto Billy’s cock. His hands guide your hips at a brutal pace, lifting and dropping you back onto him until you’re crying.
His broad hand flies to cover your drooling mouth in an effort to keep you quiet; he grunts, cradling the back of your head with the other hand and pulling you to the juncture of his neck. He removes the hand from your kiss bitten lips as soon as he’s got you firmly fixed against his skin and you begin to mouth at his jaw, sucking, kissing, biting.
“Atta girl,” he murmurs lowly, clasping your hand in his as you grab for his hair. “‘ve got ya, calm down.”
“Feels too good,” you mumble, teary eyed. He coos mockingly, the gentle thumb that comes up to push away your tears contrasting his mean tone.
“My baby’s fucked dumb already?” You nod, too high on the feeling of him buried deep inside of you to register that he’s teasing. It’s not long until your legs ache and you start to slow, frustrated by how close you are but not quite being able to get there.
“‘s alright, just hold on to me,” Billy instructs, pushing you back and fucking up into you meanly. You try your utmost to keep quiet until Billy sticks three calloused digits down your throat, stretching your mouth to accommodate them. The action alone makes you clench around him; the vibrations of your moans against his fingers go straight to his cock. He laughs. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore?”
Your noises are high and strung out and completely incoherent; he slows and deepens his movements, hitting the sweet spot inside of you that has you turning white hot and seizing up.
“Mmh, cumm-ing…” you manage to choke out around his fingers.
You squirm and convulse, trying to push him away, but he fucks you through it, letting you pull cruelly at his curly locks as you thrash. Once your sounds grow short and sharp, he knows you’ve had enough and pulls out, tugging at his dick.
“In my mouth,” you breathe out. “Please.” He smirks, pulling you to the end of your bed so your tear streaked face hangs off of the edge. He grabs two fistfuls of your hair, pushing in until he hits the back of your throat.
“Shit, fuckin’ tight, jesus,” he swears, using your throat as a fleshlight. Every time you gag around him, he moans. “Oh, yeah. This keepin’ that slutty mouth quiet?”
You’d answer if you could, but you’re preoccupied with stifling your gurgling sounds as you gasp for air, nose pressed against his balls.
“Good girl, fuck, that’s it.” He pushes all the way in, holding your nostrils shut as he shoots his load straight down your throat with a stuttered moan. You slap at his thighs, your head growing fuzzy the longer he cuts off your air supply, until eventually he lets go, grinning as you crawl up the bed and gasp.
He sits himself next to you, opening his arms ever so slightly. It’s the most invitation you’ll get from him, so you take it, crawling into his lap. It’s quiet as you wrap your arms around him, nuzzling into his neck, until he breaks the silence with a,
“You did good.”
Your eyelids flutter and you give him a dopey smile; you startle when you feel his own arms wrap around you and tug your naked form closer. Cuddling is a completely new concept for him; he seems to enjoy being this close to you, almost as though you’re one person.
You give yourself a minute to enjoy his closeness, eyes shut as you doze quietly against him, and then you’re pushing yourself away despite his almost silent protests.
“Where are you going?” he asks as you pull your clothes back on, doing your best to hide the array of bruises littered over your skin.
“I told the girls I’d make them dinner, remember?” You snag one of his t-shirts and pull it over your head, inhaling his strong scent of cheap cologne and cigarettes.
“Yeah, I remember.” He stands and pulls his clothes back on, kissing your jaw.
It’s mostly quiet as you get to work on dinner for the girls. Billy sits and watches you from the table, lips quirking into a smile as you hop around, plating things up and setting the table.
You call the girls for dinner and they bound down the stairs eagerly, sitting opposite where you and Billy have situated yourselves. They eat in silence, every so often exchanging snickers that have you cocking an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?”
El turns to face you, leaning forward slightly. Her eyes widen and her lips part as she whispers, as though the two of you are sharing a secret.
“Were those happy screams?”
You choke on a mouthful of pasta, hands flying to cover your stricken face. You can just about make out Billy’s smug, grinning expression from beside you and you elbow him. He laughs, leaning towards El.
“Yeah, those were very happy screams.”
“Billy, shut up!”
“What?”
You’re mortified, and you spend the rest of the meal dead silent, your face burning.
“Babe, it’s not a big deal,” Billy laughs, seemingly amused by your humiliation.
“Yeah, for you! Cos you can be all smug about it. It’s embarrassing for me!”
Max coughs, nudging your foot under the table.
“It’s okay. If it’s any consolation, we didn’t even hear that much.”
You hide your face, rigid as Billy tugs you into his lap. The rumble of his chest as he laughs makes you purse your lips primly and bat at his chest.
“You’re so mean!”
“It’s funny!”
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munsster · 11 months
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hi! could u please do smut on billy hargrove where the reader and him are very close friends and she wants him to take her virginity please 🥰🫣
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A/N: sometimes all u need is a very attractive close friend to take your virginity (gif cred: @julie-thefatones) IT ENDS SO CHEESY. DONT BOTHER ME
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader
Summary: Billy can’t resist when you beg him to take your virginity. 2.5k words.
Warnings: smut, mdni, 18+, billy hargrove, mild slut shaming, virginity/loss of virginity, possessiveness/jealousy, pet names (doll, babydoll), cursing, sex talk!teasing, fingers in mouths, gagging, discussion of his penis
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In all honesty, Billy didn't think you were a virgin. He wouldn't have bet a cent on it. Not that he thought you were a slut or especially promiscuous or anything like that. He just figured you'd done it before. You're self-assured as Hell, and that's typically not a characteristic of someone who's never fucked or been fucked. At least, not in his experience. And Lord knows he's got plenty of it. So, in all honesty, when you beg him to take your virginity, it comes as a surprise.
"I'm sorry—what?"
So much of a surprise that it rouses a hearty laugh from the thick of his chest. It doesn't register that that 'please' was as genuine and whiny as a bitch in heat. It doesn't register that you've got your palms wrapped around his wrists and that you frown at his patronizing sense of humor.
"Well, if you don't want to, I'll find someone else to do it."
"No," and that contemptuous laughter stops hard in its tracks, "Never said I wouldn't do it." Because—and he'd die before admitting it, but—the thought of your legs wrapped around someone else's waist, your nails raking down someone else's back makes him physically ill. You're his girl. Have been since the day you pitched a dead-on fastball to the Hawkins dunk tank target just to see him flounder into the shallow pool.
Billy crosses his arms over his chest, still trying to swallow the fact that he would be the first one to ever lay hands on you like that and to that degree. He sizes you up with those steely blues just to make you feel small. But it doesn't work; it never works on you. Hence the whole virgin debacle. It's gotta be celibacy, right? There's no way you've never done it. Sure, you're a pain in the ass, but who doesn't love a good lookin' challenge?
Your eyes light up, and you're back to bouncing onto the balls of your feet—"So you'll do it? You'll fuck me?"
"Jesus Christ, sounds so vulgar comin' outta your mouth."
"Yeah, yeah, but you'll do it, right?"
"Sure, yeah, whatever. I'll do it."
"'Whatever.' You can say no—"
"Yeah, and I suggest you zip it before I leave you to some pervert with sweaty hands and a fuckin' combover," he grumbles, and you know he's joking, but you also know Billy's mean enough to mean it. You stick your tongue out at him and grin when he copies you and all is right with the world. Except for the fact that you're walking around with your virginity in tact.
"So what, you want me to take you out to dinner first or somethin'?
"Nah, nah, just... yunno... the dirty work—"
He shakes his head. "Alright—"
"Lay it on me, Billy, gimme that weak-in-the-knees treatment—"
"You're so fuckin' weird."
"I can't hear you, Billy Hargrove's gonna pop my cherry—"
"Gross." He shoves his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket, scraping his boots along the concrete towards his car, ignoring the annoyed looks from a what looks like a group of sophomore girls.
"Wait—!" You jog a few feet in front of him and stop him before he can reach for the shiny silver door handle. His cold eyes swoop across your cheek with a determined flicker in them that contests your own. "Gonna ask me when I'm free?"
He scoffs. "When are you free?"
"I dunno—"
"I don't think I've ever worked this hard for a piece of ass—"
"Shh! Just... would you play along? We're literally discussing the well-being of my sex life here," you jab, dramatic as ever leaning back against his car door with your arms crossed and your brows raised.
"Fine," he huffs, "How 'bout I swing by around... seven? The sun'll be set, and—"
"That sounds perfect. I'll see you at eight!"
You flit away with a grin, seemingly satisfied to have secured one more part of your future. Meanwhile, Billy's ducking into his car, flipping his zippo open-shut-open-shut compulsively to distract himself. Heart racing a mile a minute like he's the one with the pretty laugh and the soft hands and the virginity. How the Hell are you still a virgin?
Billy sat outside your house in his Camaro for half an hour, too stressed to smoke but too eager to go back home and take it out on some dumbbells. By the time he makes it to your front door, he's dripping sweat like he's fresh off the racetrack, and you ask him if he's okay like you care. Like he's here for anything more than a quick fuck.
He waits in his boxers for you to change in the bathroom, standing at the end of your bed and glancing over all of your posters. And the unlit candle on your desk. And the stacks of books in the corner. The trinkets and jewelry and stuffed animals and personality. The sun sinks lower and lower until the room is dark blue, the only source of indoor light a small, warm bulb plugged into the wall socket.
You come up behind him and scare him half to death with a cold hand on his shoulder. Only cold because he's overheating because he's in your bedroom because he's about to do the thing he's drooled and schemed over since the first time he saw you in a bikini.
"Don't go tellin' people about this, alright? Could be bad for business."
"Okay."
You're standing in front of him, batting your eyelashes in the dark, settling into the floor wearing little to nothing. Just a thin white bra and old panties. And for the first time, you seem small. Like you're trying to shrink in on yourself. And his nerves dissipate just enough for him to smirk to himself. He never thought he'd be able to make you nervous. That's one less bullet on his bucket list.
He can see your catty eyes flicking across the bare expanse of his chest like a bowl of warm milk. Like you'd dip your tongue in and lap at his ivory surface until the dish was clean. For the first time, he feels exposed. And he thinks he'd like to get used to it.
He also never thought your silence would fill him with such unease. You shift weight from right to left slowly, breathing deep and chewing the inside of your cheek. And your entire body goes stiff when he shuffles closer in the darkness.
"Feelin' okay?"
You nod.
"Hmm. One to ten?" he murmurs.
You mull it over and blow a puff of hot air up against your forehead.
"Considering I'm about to have mind-blowing sex, I feel like I should be at a ten."
He cocks a brow. "But?"
"But..."—you wring your palms, nervously feeling over the tendons and knuckles, like you're gauging their existence one more time—"I'm really fuckin' nervous," you huff.
He remembers that feeling. Not because he felt it at the same moment or for the same reason, but because it's the exact way you feel at the crest of a rollercoaster just before you plummet. The weightlessness of your stomach, the way your brain sort of short-circuits regardless of how great it is to fall. It's easy to forget the drop was the whole reason you got in line in the first place.
"No need to be nervous, babydoll. I'll be nice. Won't even bite," he says with a taunting shrug, "Unless you ask me to."
You cast your eyes down and drop your arms to your sides. He tilts his head, desperate for you to look back at him, for you to devour him with a look like that's all he's good for.
"What now?"
You take a deep breath.
"Thing is... I think I'd be okay if you weren't so nice this time around. If that makes sense," you sigh, shoulders slumping just a little further, "Just... treat me like one of your other hookups, you know? I mean, I'm not askin' to be slapped around or anything, but I'm not exactly made of glass."
Billy chuckles and his heart is beating so fast and all he can grumble out is: "I can work with that."
You beam up at him, catching the spark of the nightlight and reaching for his hand. It gives you a golden halo and sheds soft amber across the angles of his face. The slop of his nose and the tops of his cheeks a burnt yellow.
"Ready?" he hums.
You nod. "'M ready."
He dips down with all the sweet intentions in the world, only for you to tilt away. His lips meet your cheek, and even then, you feel the curve of a grin. He presses another to your temple, and you weave your fingers through the wild locks at the back of his head.
His nose nudges the soft shell of your ear as he whispers, "Still want me to take your virginity?"
You nod and he pulls away, curling his fingers into the back of your neck like a mother to its disobedient kitten. You coo and rest both hands on his chest, blinking hard when he grits his teeth into a smile.
"Say it."
"I—Billy," you say, shivering when his pinky brushes along the top of your spine.
"C'mon, don't go all quiet on me now. We're just gettin' started."
"Billy, please, I want—"
"Ah-ah."
"I need—I need you to fuck me, Billy, please take my virginity."
"That's my girl."
My girl, my girl, that's my girl. Billy. It’s only a whisper but it sends you both reeling; only his reeling is gritted teeth and yours is fluttering lashes. Sweet versus sour with his hand patting your hip and your fingertips ghosting over his skin.
"Knees."
"Billy—?"
"On your knees. Won't ask again."
"But I've never—"
"Shh, I know, just... trust me," he whispers. And as you lower to the floor, he realizes it's more than he's asked of anyone. It's more than anyone's offered. He's been violent and unkind—untrustworthy. And that kind of reputation makes people like you untrusting. Except, not people like you. Just people. Not you.
Admiration and lovesickness clouds the logical part of his brain, and in a panic, he slots his fingertips between your soft lips. You hold his wrist when he leers down at you like a cat. He coos softly above you when your tongue wets the pads of his fingers without a word more. If only your mouth was the problem. If only shutting you up would release your talons from his heart. No, you're locked in and you don't even know it yet.
"Billy," you cry, peeling his spit-slick fingers from your mouth and wiping at your cheek when you gag. He's ill over you, filled with thick and sugary warmth, forgetting how hard he is and how close your mouth is to his thighs.
"Sorry. 'M sorry, come to the bed." His thumb swipes across your jaw when you stand and settle into your mattress. Oh, and the way the moonlight washes over you is sinful. The way you're so close to being two bodies in baby blue. Instead of you and Billy and your virginity, you'll be together and defiled. Debauched and unwound.
You can't understand his sudden tenderness when he pushes the crotch of your panties aside and palms at himself. Why he leans down to nip at the soft and wet of your labia. Then glances up at you like heaven.
He rears back when you squeal, shocked at your awkwardness and sensitivity in his hands. And before that, it had felt natural. Like he had wanted to and was urged to. But you'd been none the wiser. And now you're tensing up at his touch simply because he couldn't keep his teeth to himself.
"Feelin' shy?" he says.
You let out a harsh breath that might've been a laugh if you hadn't gripped his shoulder and cooed. "Quit bein' mean, Billy. Skip to the good part."
He chortles and shakes his head, rubbing his thumb around your clit while shuffling out of his boxers.
"The good part, huh?" he huffs. He'd crack another joke if he could—if he wasn't distracted by the desire glistening over his fingers and your supple inner thighs. Wet and tempting especially because it's you.
He feels bad when you hiss but can't help himself from nudging deeper and closer in your tight warmth. You whine and whine about how thick and full and good it feels, and each little mewl beckons him closer until he's pressed to your chest, mindlessly drooling down your neck. If you'd let him, he'd lay this close for hours. With your hand on his neck and holding his waist while he drives his hips against yours.
The way you whisper his name against his ear makes him shudder, drill into you deeper, roll his hips wider. He'd foam at the mouth if it weren't for his ideals. Though, now, even those were slipping from him by the minute.
Love had never crossed his mind before. Maybe if his mother wasn't such a distant memory, it'd be a more prominent factor in his life. Maybe if he had someone to look after. Someone to look after him. Love was never a question of choice before, but now, while you're holding him in your careful arms and peppering kisses like freckles to his cheeks, maybe it could be. He could choose to stay this close forever and promise to be yours. His hard won reputation disintegrates when you lay your fingertips on him.
It all starts to feel a little raw. A little hotter and wetter and harder. Soft collisions turn to thuds, snaps, jolts. To keep him grounded in his ways, to keep him keen and wild. Your mouth hangs open at his cheek, your arms draped over his shoulders. You lie limp in his taut arms like he'll take care of you. Like he has any semblance of bedside manners. The rawness turns to tenderness, and you whine about the searing pain with a hand in his wet curls.
"Burns a little, Billy," you chirp, tilting your head back with a gritted smile.
"Drippin' down my leg, babydoll. Just a little longer," he grumbles. You nod. His back curls almost unnaturally. Animalistic and seemingly impervious, he cracks his hips against yours until the wet slapping fills the room and your headboard threatens to snap from the foundation. Your back arches, and you yelp when he slaps your thigh and groans in your ear.
"Atta girl," he sighs, pulling away and giving a few solid thrusts, as a makeshift goodbye kiss. Still licking his lips, but this time with the marks to show for it. He wears the hot pink from your nails down his back like armor, slowly pulling his soft cock from your cunt and rucking his boxers up to his hips.
"Jesus Christ," you huff, throwing your arms above your head. "You're fucking insane."
"And you're fucking tight. Poor guy's gonna need a couple'a days to recover."
"Oh, boohoo."
Billy slips back into his shirt and winks, "Don't worry, babydoll, he'll be ready for round two in no time.”
"Fuck you."
"Just did."
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galaxy-siren · 2 months
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Biggest Fan
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: Eddie accidentally loses his mixtape of recorded Corroded Coffin songs in school and panics because the recording was too good. Reader ends up finding it and she’s immediately in love, but is frustrated because no matter how many music stores she goes to, it seems that corroded coffin “doesn’t exist” One day, Eddie and reader are in the same area and she hears him playing guitar and she’s like “I KNOW THAT SONG!” And starts singing and Eddie is just confused (but heart fluttering) that a pretty girl is singing his song… wait, how does she know the song? 
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: some fluff, nervous!eddie, cheesy, strangers to lovers
AN: This was a request from Daisy🌼! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope it lives up to your vision. Enjoy!
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You set your backpack down by your desk and pulled the cassette tape you found earlier at school out of the front pocket. You had stumbled upon it when you sat down in Ms. O’Donnell’s class, accidentally kicking it with your foot as you took your seat at your desk in the back. You picked it up; in black permanent marker the words Corroded Coffin were written across the cover. Your curiosity got the better of you and you decided to take it home and listen to it.
You pulled your Walkman out of your bedside table and popped the tape in. After placing the headphones on your head and sitting back on your bed with your homework for the evening, you hit play.
The first guitar chord almost made you scream. It was louder than anything you normally listened to, but after the initial shock, you grew to like it. Finding it calming in a strange way as you finished up your homework.
Once you got to the end of the tape, you found yourself rewinding it and listening to it again, and again, and again.
Corroded Coffin had become your new favorite band.
The second you were able to, you went to the music store in town and scanned the entire store for a Corroded Coffin album…to no avail. After searching the entire store again, you decided to ask the man at the register. He unfortunately was no help when he told you he had never heard of that band before. You even went to a few other record stores outside of Hawkins, but they gave you the same answer, “Never heard of them.”
Apparently, your new favorite band doesn’t exist…and it was driving you insane.
For the time being you would continue to listen to the cassette and hope that one day you would figure out where this mysterious band came from.
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Eddie tore apart his locker. Crumpled up pieces of paper, empty cigarette packs, and gum wrappers were scattered all over the hallway. Jeff leaned against the lockers next to Eddie’s, his arms crossed as he listened to Eddie’s panicked and frantic search for their missing demo tape.
“Where the hell is it?” Eddie stared at his now completely empty locker.
“Did you check the drama room?” Jeff suggested.
Eddie started picking up the mess on the floor and shoving it back into his locker, “Yes, twice.”
“Are you sure it’s not in your van, or somewhere in that pigsty you call a bedroom?” Jeff chuckled.
“Yes, Jeffery. I checked and it’s not there.” Eddie said in a stern tone.
Jeff knew Eddie was now past the point of tolerating playful teasing, “Okay, when was the last time you remember having it?”
“I had it in my bag on Friday before English.”
“Why don’t we go to Ms. O’Donnell’s and ask her if anyone turned it in?”
Eddie slammed his locker closed and looked at Jeff with a scowl, “You seriously think that O’Donnell is going to be of any help?”
“Doesn’t hurt to try,” Eddie continued to star at Jeff, his expression unchanging, “fine, did you check the lost and found in the front office?”
“Jeffery, Jeffery, Jeffery, you think anyone in this godforsaken school would turn in a cassette tape to the lost and found?”
There was a short beat of silence, “You already check there?”
“Yeah.” Eddie hung his head low in defeat.
“Alright, I guess it’s gone. We’ll have to make a new demo.”
Eddie released a groan, “It took forever to make that one though, and all of the songs came out perfect.”
“Well, we don’t really have a choice. Not unless a miracle happens and we find the tape.”
Another frustrated groan fell from Eddie’s lips, and he kicked the bottom row of lockers.
“Mr. Munson! I think you know better than to damage school property!” Ms. O’Donnell yelled as she happened to be passing by.
“Where the hell did she come from?” Eddie looked around confused.
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“Remind me. Why are we coming to the music store again?” Robin asked you as you both climbed out of Steve’s car.
“The new Metallica album just came out and I wanted to get it.” You responded.
“Right, and when exactly did you start listening to Metallica?”
You rolled your eyes, “Can I not try out some new music?”
“You can…it’s just very different from your usual taste in music.”
“Whatever,” you turned back to the car, “you can just wait in the car Steve, we won’t be long.”
Steve slammed his door closed and jogged to catch up to the two of you, “I really am just a chauffeur to both of you aren’t I?”
“No, we just know that if you step foot in the music store you will embarrass us.” A smirked crept up into the corner of Robin’s mouth.
“Why do I hang out with you?” Steve muttered under his breath as he opened the door for the both of you.
You made a beeline for the back of the store where the metal albums were, you had become well acquainted with it while trying to find Corroded Coffin the previous weekend, and began your search for the new Metallica album.
Eddie and Jeff walked into the music store, the urge to walk to the back and browse came over Eddie, but they were there for one reason, and one reason only: to get blank cassette tapes so they could rerecord their demo. But the second they passed the guitars, Eddie threw the task at hand out the window, and decided it was time to test out a few guitars.
Jeff let out a frustrated groan, “Eddie, dude, come on. You said we didn’t have time to goof off.”
“But look at this absolute beauty!” Eddie carefully lifted up one of the electric guitars, similar to his prized possession back home, except green.
“It is beautiful, but we need to get those cassette tapes.” Jeff tried to get Eddie back on track, but it was too late. He was off in his own little world, playing one of their songs on the guitar.
You flipped through the records, seeing if there were any other albums you wanted to get while you were there. Robin and Steve had ditched you and made their way over to the pop section, but you didn’t mind. You pulled out an Iron Maiden album to look at when you heard a familiar tune coming from where the guitars were. It took you a moment to place the song, but eventually you realized it was a Corroded Coffin song.
“Oh my god, I love this song!” You began to sing the lyrics quietly to yourself at first, but as the song reached its chorus you started singing louder, unaware of the pair of metalheads that could hear you from a couple aisles over.
Eddie stopped playing, his brow furrowing in question, “Is someone singing our song?”
“I think so.” Jeff answered.
Eddie set the guitar down and followed the singing towards the back of the store, with Jeff trailing behind him. When he reached you, he asked, “You know the song I was playing?”
You turned around and Eddie could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.
“Yeah, it’s a Corroded Coffin song!” you let out a small laugh, “I was starting to think I was the only person who knew they existed!”
Eddie was at a loss for words. Not only were you cute, but you knew their band…by name.
Jeff could see that Eddie’s brain was short circuiting, as it did most times he encountered anyone he thought was cute. He rolled his eyes and stepped in front of Eddie to talk to you, “What do you mean?”
“For the past week, I have been trying to find out more about this band. I went to five different music stores and every time I asked about Corroded Coffin, they would look at me like I had ten heads.”
“How do you know the song then?” Jeff asked.
“This is gonna sound really weird, but I found a cassette tape at school last week. I don’t really know why, but I decided to take it home and listen to it, and I ended up loving it. I have it practically memorized by now. I haven’t stopped listening to it.”
Eddie melted at your words.
Jeff laughed, “Yeah, that’s our cassette tape. Genius over here lost it.” he lightly slapped Eddie in the chest.
You looked at both of them with wide eyes, disbelief apparent on your face, “No way…you’re kidding! You two—you’re Corroded Coffin?”
The beautiful, excited smile that spread across your face caused Eddie’s stomach to fill with butterflies.
“Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you. This is insane! So um, obviously I haven’t been able to find out much about you guys. So, what are your names?”
“I’m Jeff, I’m the band’s rhythmic guitarist.”
“Awesome.” You looked over at Eddie waiting for him to introduce himself, but he remained silent, still in shock.
“This is Eddie. He is our lead guitarist, lead singer, and he writes most of our songs too.”
Your breath hitched ever so slightly, “You—you wrote the songs?”
It finally registered to Eddie that you were talking to him. He snapped out of his stupor and managed to stutter out, “I—uh, yeah, I—I did.”
“No song lyrics have ever resonated with me as much as yours,” you took a couple steps closer to Eddie, “you’re amazing.”
“Really?” Eddie was taken aback by your compliment.
“Totally.”
“Don’t inflate his ego, he doesn’t need it.” Jeff teased.
“So, um,” Eddie shifted nervously, “we really need that cassette tape back, it’s the only copy we have, and it came out perfect.”
“Oh, of course! Just give me a time and a place and I’ll make sure you get it back.”
“Sweet,” he looked down at the ground as he shuffled his foot back and forth, “and maybe afterward we could get a bite to eat?”
You felt heat creep up into your cheeks, “Are you asking me out?”
“Yes.” Eddie said before he lost his nerve.
That excited smile of yours that Eddie was growing oh so fond of made a second appearance, “That sounds great!”
“You know the diner on Main Street?” you nodded your head, “Let’s meet there tomorrow at noon.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Awesome.”
The two of you smiled at each other, a silent flirtation of sorts going on between each other. Jeff rolled his eyes and grabbed Eddie by the back of his vest and dragged him out of the store, “Come on, Romeo.”
Eddie waved to you as they left, “See you tomorrow.”
“Bye”
Robin and Steve walked up behind you, smirks on their faces, “Looks like someone found something other than the new Metallica album.”
“Shut up, Steve.” You rolled your eyes.
“Why didn’t you say the band you were obsessed with was Corroded Coffin, we could have told you to talk to Eddie.” Robin added.
“Wait you know him?”
“Yeah, he goes to school with you. Steve said.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?” You hit Steve on the shoulder.
“You didn’t ask! Why are you hitting me?!”
“Cause you’re our personal punching bag, Dingus,” Robin playfully punched his arm to prove her point, “come on, let’s head out.”
“Ok!” You linked arms with Robin and walked up to the register to pay for the Metallica album then headed for Steve’s car.
“I think I preferred just being your chauffer.”
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hearts4court · 4 months
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You said you wanted Billy requests. I am a sucker for like Billy x reader but like Eddie having a crush on the reader. Maybe Eddie and reader were friends first but then she and Billy get together.
IMPLIED SMUT AHEAD, PLEASE SCROLL IF UNCOMFORTABLE!!!
⚠️MINORS DNI!⚠️
Pairing: Billy Hargrove X fem!reader, slight Eddie Munson X afab!reader.
A/N: hope this is what u were wanting:)
“It’s just- what if i said something that upset him? or did something?” you whine, turning quickly on your heel to look at Billy who was sitting on your bed, smoking a cigarette.
“Eddies being a little bitch, if you ask me.” Billy said, blowing the smoke out his mouth and putting his cigarette out, and standing up.
You groaned, and started to pace back and forth.”Hey, hey, hey.”Billy said, grabbing your arm and bringing you closer to him.
“Relax, princess. I’ll talk to him.” Billy reassured, making you sigh. “Thank you, Billy. he just— won’t talk to me. He’s my best friend, you know?” you say, making him nod.
“Got it, babe. Now c’mere.” He says, pulling you closer and kissing you, wrapping his arms around your waist, small giggles leaving your lips had him growling lowly.
He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. “He’s just jealous.” Billy said against your lips.
“Jealous?” you whisper, with slight confusion in your tone.
“Yeah. Jealous that he can’t have you to himself anymore.” he groaned as he kissed your neck, making you giggle and let out soft breathy moans.
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Billy waited. He waited till Eddie’s last class for him to go out in the parking lot to leave. “Yo, Munson.” Billy said, making Eddie tense up and turn around, “What, Hargrove?” he said.
“Lose the attitude asshole.” Billy said before sighing. “Why aren’t you talking to, Y/N?” He asked.
“Because she’d rather be with her toxic ass boyfriend then her best friend.” Eddie scoffed. Billy hit his cigarette before licking his lips and chuckling.
“First of all, i love Y/N. I’d never be toxic to her in anyway. I’d never hurt her. Second, you’re her friend, she always wants to hangout with you but YOU have been blowing her off.” Billy said in a threatening tone, stepping closer to Eddie.
“Well, what do you expect? You take my crush away from me, and expect me to just watch her hang out with her boyfriend and leave me behind?” Eddie said.
“Crush?” you say, making both of the boys snap their necks toward you.
“Y/N-“ Eddie started to say. “No. you’re not talking to me because you’re jealous! You’re upset because i wanna spend time with my boyfriend and not always wanna be with you!” you say as tears swell in your eyes.
“Y/N, i’m sorry—“ Eddie protested, as he stepped closer, Billy however, placed his hand on Eddie’s chest, pushing him back.
“Back up, Munson.” He said. Eddie pushed Billy off him. “don’t touch me, Hargrove.” he said, making Billy roll his eyes.
“Grow the fuck up, Eddie!” you say as tears roll down your face and Billy pulls you into a hug. “Shh, shh..”he says, holding onto your head. “Asshole.” he said to Eddie.
Billy walked you to his car, putting your bag in the back of his car before letting you get in. The whole car ride back to your house was quiet, Billy’s hand on yours trying to soothe you as you calmed down from the parking lot situation.
“i can’t believe him.” you suddenly say, making Billy frown. “i know, baby. I didn’t even expect him to say that.” he responds.
“Hey, look at me.” he says as he looks at you, you turn your head and he wipes your face. “You’re to pretty to cry over him.” he said, causing you smile.
“if it makes you feel better, i think the way you responded to him was pretty hot.” he says, lifting your hand up and kissing your knuckle with a soft smile.
“Fuck off, Billy.” you say with a soft giggle. His smile got wider as he opened your door for you, taking your hand and pulling you out his car, closing the door and pushing you against it.
“Stop thinking about him. Lemme take care of you.” he says. You smile at him, pulling him into a kiss, he picks you up bridal style receiving a slight scream out of you.
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munsonsduchess · 5 months
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Monster Smash
summary: you meet eddie at a house party and the night takes an unexpected turn warnings: underage drinking, recreational drug use (weed), face sitting, oral (f receiving), semi public sex (eddie and the reader are in a room at a frat house during a party) w/c: 977 a/n: surprise bitch! another halloween fic! honestly with the amount of ghostface content on tiktok these days it was kind of inevitable we'd end up here, i was originally just going to post the other halloween fic but this one wouldn't leave me alone
It was Halloween and you were having the worst time. You didn’t know anyone at this party your roommate had dragged you to, citing that you needed to get out more, the drinks were shit, the music was shit, honestly you were tempted to just sneak out the back door of this frat house and claim you’d met somebody if your roommate asked the next day. 
You sighed and took another drink from your lukewarm beer and pulled at the hem of the black dress you were wearing. Usually you didn’t feel self conscious in the things you picked for yourself but being, less petite, than some of your peers and wearing something your roommate had picked out so you could both wear matching costumes (you got to be the bad witch) in a room full of obnoxious frat bros made you feel slightly … less confident than normal. 
You were about to cut and run when a guy appeared in front of you wearing a Ghostface Costume,
“What’s your favourite scary movie?”
“The Exorcist, 1973. A masterpiece in horror cinema” you responded without thinking. You hadn’t actually expected anyone to talk to you, after being basically ignored all night
“That’s, yeah that’s a really good pick” the guy pulled his mask off and you found yourself looking into the face of the local weed guy, Eddie Munson. 
Everyone you knew, yourself included, bought their weed from Eddie. His stuff was guaranteed to be the best and not laced with anything it shouldn’t be,
“It’s the line from the homeless guy in the subway ‘can you help an old altar boy father’ and then later on when they’re in Regan’s bedroom and she says the same thing in the same voice. Chills. Literal chills” 
“Such a good movie. They don’t make movies like that anymore, y’know? Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Rosemary’s Baby” 
“Have you seen X? Or Pearl? They have the same kinda vibes but are totally modern movies” 
“I’ve seen X. Massive Texas Chainsaw vibes” 
“Right!” 
You ended up finding a quiet corner with Eddie where the two of you could talk about horror movies for the rest of the evening. You’d honestly never really found anyone who loved horror the way you did so it was amazing to be able to vibe with someone like this. 
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The party raged on into the wee hours and by now both you and Eddie were feeling the effects of the beer and few joints you’d shared. You were feeling pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the attention of an attractive man, even if it wouldn’t go anywhere. 
“It’s so cool that you’re into horror, most people get freaked out or maybe enjoy those like conjuring movies”
“Ugh. The Warrens are the absolute worst, by all accounts they just scam people and then use their stories to write books and make more money” you gestured widely around the room, “how fucked is that?”
“Totally fucked” Eddie agreed 
“You know I almost didn’t come tonight but my roommate kinda forced me to” 
“Remind me to send your roommate a fruit basket or something as thanks then” Eddie said, “cause this is definitely a way better night than I thought it was gonna be”
“It’s so cool to meet a friend tonight” you agreed, “but aren’t you like ‘working’ the party?” 
Eddie laughed and you had to admit you loved the sound. You wondered if he would want to still be friends after the party was over,
“You’re cute. I mean sure it’s great talking like this but honestly, I saw you standing on your own and seriously couldn’t understand why cause just the sight of you in that dress had all the blood in my body run south. I mean, the fact that you’re awesome on top of being drop dead hot is a bonus”
Your brain short circuited for a moment and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing,
“So, you wanna get a room?” 
“Absolutely I do”
Eddie smirked wickedly at you before helping you off the couch and pulling you behind him to the main staircase and along a corridor to an empty room. 
⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰
“Sit on my face, come on” Eddie grinned at you, taking one of your hands and pulling you towards the bed. 
You followed the tug and threw one leg over the bed and balanced on your knees. Before you could even try to think about how much weight to bear down you felt Eddie grab your hips and pull you down onto his face forcefully. 
There was no way you could focus on anything but the way Eddie licked into you hungrily. His hands on your hips dug into the flesh there and you threw your head back with the intense feelings, moaning loudly. 
“Oh my god Eddie”
Beneath you Eddie made a muffled noise which you assumed was positive since he didn’t stop what he was doing for even a moment. 
You wondered briefly how he could breathe but the thought left your mind as quickly as it had arrived when Eddie’s nose brushed against your clit and you saw stars. 
Eddie continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm and the aftershocks, the oversensitivity made you want to pull away but Eddie held you firm coaxing yet another orgasm from you until your legs began to shake. Only then did he allow you to pull away and catch your breath,
“Holy shit” you panted, trying to regain some of your self control,
“That’s only the warm up act baby. It’s just you and me and no one is gonna hear you when you scream my name as loud as you want to” 
This was definitely a way better night than you’d thought it would be when your roommate forced you out tonight. 
After all what was Halloween without a few screams?
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angelltheninth · 7 months
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Gatekeeper for My Heart
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, repeated confessions, hair-pulling (for Steve), wearing his shirt, praise, friends to lovers
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Why does friends to lovers with Steve make so much sense that I can't stop thinking about it?
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Someone always ended up hooking up at parties, it was like an unspoken law of going to them. You will meet someone and you will at the very least make out with them. At most you will end up on top or under or sideways of them in a bed, doesn't matter much whose and not remember them after.
This wasn't the case this time because even with all the alcohol in the world you couldn't forget Steve Harrington, your childhood friend, who was currently kissing his way up your naked stomach, the both of you giggling from the alcohol and butterflies in your stomach.
Steve was who you arrived at the party with but you never imagined he was gonna be the guy you were leaving with too. The first kiss was almost a joke, the both of you thinking it was the alcohol. Then you stopped drinking for a bit, had a few snacks, kissed again, and again, and again, there was some humping in the car, your hand on his hard cock while he drove, and then more kissing as you blindly stumbled into the bedroom and tossed away your clothes.
"Stop for a second." You pushed him away, still laughing.
"Yeah?" He asked with an unopened condom wrapper in his mouth, "You wanna stop? Did you change your mind?"
You laughed before you kissed him, easing his worries, "No, I just need to get something for myself." He had an adorable confused look on his face as you waltzed over to his shirt and pulled it over your head, "You know how much I like this one."
"Yeah cause you bought it for me." It was a gift from you, over five years ago. And he wore it often, so clearly he was very fond of it too. Or he wore it to make you happy, either explanation made you the happy one.
"You don't mind if I wear it do you?" You asked, already half-way to pulling it on. Steve's mouth feel open as he watched the fabric cover your breasts, the stiff peaks of your nipples clearly visible, "I'll take that as a no. Now where were we, pretty boy?" Steve shook his head and rolled the condom on, signaling that he was now ready for you. "You're hot when you're flustered."
"Not flustered really. Never thought I'd be having sex with one of my best friends. Or confessing to you." That was one part you had yet to address, your mutual confession, a drunken one then, now you were both s bit more sober. "I meant it, just so you know. The alcohol gave me the courage to say it for the first time but I don't want it to be the only time." Steve pulled you back to bed and wrapped his arms around your back, your faces close, eyes glistening, "I'm so in love with you. I've been in love with you for a year, I wanted to tell you for a year, and now I'm telling you, I'm in love with you."
It was different hearing those words from him. People said them before, even when you had sex with them, they never carried the same weight.
Steve already confessed to you, and you to him, you ad to make it even. "I'm in love with you. You were always there for me to cheer me up and drag me into your nonsense, life threatening mind you, but you also had my back. You're one of the sweetest men I've met, maybe the sweetest. I'm in love with you, Steve Harrington, head over heels in fact."
"I could make it heels over head if you want." His eyebrow wiggle was too cute to warrant an eyeroll. "But for tonight, I'd like to look at your face, if you don't mind." God, he was such a romantic too, you scored big time by falling in love with him.
"I don't mind, Steve." This kiss was much slower and softer then the others, no urgency, passion yes but it wasn't rough, there was pressure and hunger, but it was all so calculated, measured, your breathing slow at first and then a sharp inhale as Steve climbed in top of you, his body pushing between your legs, his cock rolling against your pussy. "Let me."
You watched his whole body stiffen when you took hold of his cock and aligned it perfectly with your pussyhole, "I don't know why I'm so nervous. Are you nervous?"
Given how fast your heart was beating, through his shirt almost, it was an easy guess. "Yeah. But it's you, so I know it's gonna be okay. I trust you."
Steve never gave you reason to do otherwise.
With a shared deep breath your bodies joined as one, his cock perfectly snug inside your pussy walls, a perfect fit if ever there was one. It was a single perfect moment, one in which you never broke eye contact, never stopped smiling even as he leaned down to kiss you.
His hands sought yours, intertwining your fingers with his as he began to move inside you, out all the way to the very tip and then easily back in, your bodies relaxing more with each thrust until it began to feel as easy and natural as breathing.
You couldn't wrap your mind around how it could feel this good, you wanted more of him, yet you had all of him right now, it wasn't enough yet. "I love you, I love you, no one ever made it feel this good, this special for me." Steve's cock twitched at your confession as well as your praise, "That's it, there."
"Here?" He smirked as he thrust with a little roll upwards, hitting your gspot, making you suck in air through your teeth, "You feel amazing. A perfect tightness for me. I think we're very compatible, you and I. A perfect fit, a perfect pair, sweetheart."
You smiled from ear to ear when you heard his affectionate nickname for you. You never wanted this night to end, you wanted to keep this moment lasting forever, you and Steve, loving each other, the echoes and mixes of your moans and skin slapping against skin looped until your body went still from the force of your orgasm.
"Need to throw this away real quick." Steve was reluctant to pull away too, but he had to throw away the condom in the trash. Luckily the separation only lasted a few seconds as he was already next to you by the time you finished stretching out your sore body. He threw a sheet over your legs but kept your upper half uncovered, you were already wearing his shirt after all, so you wouldn't be cold when he holds you close through the night. "I can't wait to do that again."
"You do realize we're gonna have a hell of a fucking headache when we wake up right? I'm not fucking you with a headache." The good news was there would be no awkward sneaking out because your feelings were mutual.
"Then you can stay over until it goes away. We'll make breakfast, take a shower, cuddle, make a date out of it. Not the most conventional one but I'll take any date with you." You snuggled against his chest , looking forward to your first date tomorrow.
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Pairing: Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader (addressed as mama and papa.)
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Summary: You received a call from Eddie during the kids’ bath time, telling you he won’t make it home from tour. That afternoon, you discovered that he lied in the sweetest way.
tags: mom and dad life, silly eddie spawns, domestic life
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They said having two kids close in age would be easier. Mom can get things done around the house while the two babies play and accompany one another.
With Eddie constantly on tour, leaving you on your own most of the time, it seemed like a good idea. In theory.
“Ava, please don’t splash. You’ll get soap in your brother’s eyes.” You pleaded for the third time in five minutes. With a towel resting on your left shoulder, you lathered the shampoo on her dark, curly hair. 
Your words, once again, fell on deaf ears as your four-year-old daughter dunked a toy panda under the water and swished it around while squealing, “Whee! Mermaid!” 
Giggling beside her, two-year-old Hunter had his plastic giraffe toy in hand, mirroring his sister’s actions. The harsh splashing of water didn’t seem to faze him and squeals echoed the tiled walls of your bathroom. In the hallway, the sound of the phone ringing interrupted your bath session.
“Mama, phone!” Hunter pointed towards the door, hands dripping in soapy water and falling right on your clothed legs. 
You took his arm and lathered more soap on and you said, “It’s okay.” 
“It’s papa.” He looked longingly at the door, his brown eyes shining against the fluorescent light and the sunlight from the window. Most people said he looked like you but you disagree. 
“Papa will call later. Right now, we need to finish bathing. Okay?” You pinch his cheeks.
Way before having the kids, you and Eddie had already established scheduled phone calls depending on where he was and today’s call wasn’t until around supper. It’s probably some telemarketer looking to sweet talk an unsuspecting customer, you thought.
The ringing had stopped after sometime and the house fell in a deep silence, save for the sound of swashing water and giggles.
“Okay, rinsing time.” You say in a sing-song voice and pull out the plug, letting the water drain as the kids protested softly.
Carrying them out of the tub and into the shower, you rinse the bubbles off and scrub their skin clean until there was no trace of soap left.
Taking the towel off your shoulder, you dry Hunter first who had a finger in his mouth. Before you could get to Ava, the phone rang again.
Against better judgement, you left them standing on the mat to pick up the phone.
“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was raspy and tired on the other end.
“Eddie?” You glimpse at your wrist watch, covered in tiny drops of water. “It’s 9 in the morning, why are you calling so early. Did anything happen? Are you okay?”
He chuckled. “I’m okay. How are the little devils?” 
“Wreaking havoc, as usual.” You laughed and chewed on your lip. You listened to his breathing and you could almost hear him smile.
It took a while before he spoke again. “Listen, the tour’s been pushed til next week. Management thinks we can really pull on this one.”
“Oh.” 
“I’m sorry.” He whispered and you hear shuffling from his end. “I’ll make it up to you and the kids, alright?” 
“No, it’s okay. I understand.” 
With Corroded Coffin making it mainstream, it meant big things for you, Eddie and your little family. It meant having the financial stability his job offered and you having all the time in the world with your children under in a comfortable home.
Though it also meant that Eddie was away from you and the children. You felt bad for him missing the kids’ milestones but he insists it’s okay as long as they have their mother by their side.
“I love you. Kiss them for me, will you?” 
“I will. Love you too.”
With a sigh, you hung the phone back on the wall when the line cut off. You stood in silence for a minute before heading back to the bathroom. Your somber state was quick to vanish and be replaced with horror with the scene in front of you. 
Somehow, Ava had gotten to the bottle of lotion on the shelf by the mirror. Thick layers of cream covered Hunter’s body, some getting on his lips while Ava was still on the process of rubbing it on her skin.
The room reeked of the powdery scent as the bottle laid on the floor, remnants of the cream splattered on the floor as the bottle itself was almost squeezed empty.
“Oh my god, baby what did you do?” It took everything in you not to snap, gasping against the palm on your lips while keeping your voice calm. Between the two of you, Eddie had always been the gentler parent.
Hunter was rubbing circles on his tummy as Ava looked at you with wide, doe eyes. “I helped you, mama. Look, I can take care of Hunter now. I’m a big girl.”
You stepped in and kneeled in front of them, almost slipping in the thin layer of lotion on the floor. You have another thing added to your list of chores today, you thought.
“Thank you, baby.” You remained calm, breathing deep before you spoke. “But next time, you should wait for me, okay? Don’t get these things on your own.” 
She nodded and you started to wipe the excess lotion off their body. 
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With tender and soft skin, Ava and Hunter sat on the couch while they watched the TV. 
When you first got the house, you and Eddie had debated about which couch to put in the living room. You’ve gone through so many catalogues and even coordinated it with the accent color of the walls. 
Today, it proved useless as the rich color and patterns were cover with piles of undone laundry. The carpet was littered with all sorts of toys and trailed into the open kitchen. 
With a broom in hand, you stood on the archway. “Ava, Hunter,” you called. “Could you please pick up your toys? Mama needs to clean the floor.”
“Okay!” Ava jumped out of the couch with her brother in tow. You dragged the toy basket in the middle of the floor as they skipped to gather all the toys while you started on the sweeping. 
Some days, having two children was like having ten. You thanked the gods for the cooperative nature they had today because much like their father, they were fond of theatrics and sneaky tactics. You were glad to not have to deal with crying, whining toddlers today. 
Most of the toys had been cleared out when the doorbell rang. Ava and Hunter dropped the toys at hand and raced to the door, footsteps heavy and fast.
You scolded them both not to run and walked behind them. The door knob shook as they grabbed it at the same time and tried to twist it open. You take their hands off the knob and swing the door open.
Behind two stuffed bunnies, Eddie stood with his bags beside him. He moved the bunnies’ heads as he spoke in a high voice. “Are Ava and Hunter home?”
“Papa!” The kids rushed past you and immediately clung to his legs. Ava wrapped her arms and legs around his waist as Hunter made grabby hands while swaying on his feet.
Eddie squatted down to level with them before they tackle him down and made him lose balance. Eddie tickled them with the stuffed bunnies and all three of them were a giggling mes; your heart hurt at the sight. 
The giggles died down and you stepped out with your arms crossed, head tilted slightly and eyes rolling. The kids got off Eddie and ran into the house with their new toys. He stood up and dusted himself off before grinning at you. 
“Sorry, I lied.” He whispered against your ear as he pulled you in by the waist. 
You lightly hit him on the chest and leaned into his touch. Resting your cheek on his ear, he peppered you with light kisses. You closed your eyes and engrave the feeling in your mind. 
“I hate you.” 
“Oh, but you love me.” He leaned back and looked at you, smile never leaving his face. “You told me earlier.” 
You hugged him for a while before ushering him in along with his bags. The kids already talking his ear off with all the activities they had done while he was away. He listened with great enthusiasm and adoration. 
“Did you eat yet?” You asked him as you put away the laundry on the couch. 
He shook his head, his focus never leaving the kids’ chatter. Avan sat on the arm of the couch as she brushed through the bunny’s ear while Hunter sat on Eddie’s lap, occasionally speaking to add to his sister’s stories.
“I haven’t prepared any lunch yet.” You hurriedly gathered all the clothes in one arm and dumped them onto the laundry basket. You were about to leave and put them in your bedroom when Eddie spoke.
“That’s alright, we can order in.” He faced the kids and shouted, “Who wants pizza?” 
They cheered on the couch, Ava giddily jumping on her seat and Hunter copying her. 
“Pizza for lunch, Eddie? That’s, like, against the parenting rulebook.” You joked. 
“Babe, who cares? If anything, that makes us the coolest parents ever.” 
So pizza for lunch it was and by the end, crusts were left on the greasy box and pieces of pepperoni were stuck on bibs and dresses. Ava’s marinara stained mouth and Hunter’s fists closed on the slice of pizza as Eddie snapped a photo with the film camera stored safely in your fond memories.
Once bellies were full and eyelids grew heavy, you set the kids on the couch for their afternoon nap and returned back tot he kitchen to clean up the mess you made. 
You started on the cups when an arm wrapped around your waist. Eddie kissed your hair and rested his chin on your shoulder, taking the dirty cups out of your hands. “I’ll take care of it. You go rest with them, okay? I got this.” 
Without protesting, you nodded and headed back to the living room as he continued what you had just started. 
It didn’t take him long to clear the table and wash what little dishes you had. In no time, he was done and was headed back to the living room where all three of his most loved people laid asleep. 
You were backed up the back rest with an arm extended outwards where Ava and Hunter rested their heads, the two kids embracing one another while they snore softly. 
Eddie took a mental picture of the scene in front of him. He sat by your foot and slowly placed it on his lap, caressing your legs as he laid back and closed his eyes, sighing with content as for once in so long, he was home.
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okay so this isn't how i envisioned it and it's not my fav that i've ever written but i had to write something or else i'm gonna burst from boredom. kinda rushed and kinda not proofread.
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