#the thought of steve and eddie being rendered

[steddiewithachance]

Eddie Munson, Bug Wrangler

(Cw: Spider. Not graphic or anything scary, this ficlet is all fluff) This is for @glitterfang, one of the most brilliant authors of our generation. To my dearest pizzabones, Happy Birthday Becca. Ily.

Eddie is cozied up on his brand new couch, covered in a pile of ridiculously soft blankets, reading a captivating fantasy novel he picked up from the library down the street. Warm light is spilling out from the lamp on the side table by his head and Eddie is... so happy. He fucking loves his new apartment. He fucking loves that he has an apartment in general but especially that he's living in said apartment with his high school crush turned boyfriend, Steve Harrington. Everything just feels so soft and good and safe for the first time in his life. He sinks further down into the cushions of the couch when he hears the shower turn off in the other room. He smiles to himself.

He has the perfect seat for a night like tonight. The apartment layout is a little confusing with the living room being in between the bathroom and the bedroom, but Eddie is not complaining. He's not complaining because it means Steve has to walk through the living room and pass by Eddie in nothing but a towel to get back to the bedroom. And Eddie will never get tired of that view.

Soon enough, the bathroom door opens and out walks the most beautiful goddamn man Eddie has ever laid his eyes on. Water droplets are falling from his hair to the hardwood floor and Steve looks up when he notices he's being watched. Eddie is peaking out from the top of his book, clearly hiding a smile.

"Oh hi there." Steve greets softly. He slows down on his walk to the bedroom.

"Hi."

"You come here often?" Steve jokes.

"Nope. First time, actually," Eddie lowers his book and gives Steve a once over, "I'm sight seeing."

Steve huffs and walks into their room calling out "Be right back." Eddie sighs contentedly and looks back down at his book wondering if it's worth trying to get back into it. From the bedroom, Eddie hears something small clatter to the ground followed by a loud inhale of breath. He's expecting Steve to say something. Anything.

"Babylove? You okay?" Eddie asks while sitting up, voice laced with concern. The room is silent for a moment before Steve walks backwards out of the bedroom in boxer briefs and a tshirt. He turns to face Eddie, face pale, while continuously glancing back into the room.

"What happened?" Eddie moves the blankets off his legs. He has literally never seen Steve nervous like this, not in the face of monsters and not in the face of dangerous men. It's making him nervous, himself.

"There's. Uhm." Steve quickly whips his head around to check the room again before sheepishly looking at Eddie. Eddie gets up and walks towards Steve. He puts a hand on the small of Steve's back and leans through the door frame expecting to see something that could have rendered Steve speechless. He sees a stick of deodorant on the floor.

"What?" Eddie asks quietly, lifting his hand to cradle Steve's cheek.

"It's embarrassing," Steve concedes, deflating.

"We're so past embarrassing, babe. Tell me what's wrong?" Eddie combs Steve's wet hair back with his fingers. Steve searches Eddie's eyes. For what? He's not sure. Judgement, maybe? When Steve finds only an openly concerned expression there, he buries his face in Eddie's neck.

"There's a spider." Steve whines, his voice being muffled by the fabric of Eddie's sweatshirt. And Eddie wants to laugh. He wants to laugh because this whole time he thought Steve was this fearless god of a man. Untouchable in every way. But he is so suddenly endeared that his boy is afraid of spiders. He doesn't laugh because he understands the fragile vulnerability that Steve is trusting him with in this moment.

"Oh baby, lets get him out of here! A free loader in our brand new apartment? I don't think so." Eddie moves back and kisses Steve sweetly on the forehead before ducking to meet his eyes. "Show me where he is?" And Steve's shoulders subtly loosen in relief, glad that he's not being made fun of or maybe glad that Eddie is willing to be the bug wrangler between the two of them.

"Hold on," Eddie turns and jogs into the kitchen where he grabs a glass and an open piece of mail.

"Hurry Eddie he's moving." Steve calls out and Eddie full on giggles.

When he walks into their bedroom, and god the novelty of sharing a bedroom with Steve Harrington will never, ever wear off, Eddie sees him staring at the wall right above their nightstand. Steve turns to him with a distressed expression and points at the wall uselessly. Eddie moves forward and places the glass on the wall around the little guy. He slips the paper under the glass and carefully brings the cup away from the wall.

"Give him a name before we kick him out so we know what to call him when we warn the neighbors about the dreaded trespasser." Eddie says holding the paper tight against the glass. He's trying to make the situation as light and playful as possible. Wants Steve to know there's no reason to be embarrassed. The corner of Steve's lip lifts slightly and Eddie is glad to see it.

"Ronald." Steve decides after some internal deliberation. He makes his way to the window and slides it open.

"Reagan?"

"Yeah. Ronald Reagan." Steve agrees with a smile. Eddie beams, pleased that Steve always plays along.

"Perfect name for such a heinous creature." Eddie responds while following him. Eddie lifts the paper off of the cup and shakes the cup out so that the spider falls onto the ledge a few feet below their window. "Fuck you Ronald Reagan!" Eddie shouts out the window. Steve lets out a surprised laugh and shushes Eddie. "Say it babe!" Eddie encourages. He sets the glass on the window seal and puts his arms around Steve's waist.

"You're gonna get us in trouble, Eds." Steve nuzzles into his cheek. Eddie frees one of his hands and puts his weight into closing the window.

"Thank you." Steve tacks on after Eddie has returned to holding him.

"Please, it's a given that I'm gonna protect my baby from war criminals" Eddie whispers pressing a kiss against his eyebrow. Eddie feels the small huffs of breath against his neck when Steve laughs softly.

"No, but really. Eddie. Thank you. For not making fun of me and just always making me feel-" Steve looks at the ground so he doesn't have to meet Eddie's eyes. "Safe. No matter what. I'm sorry that I'm kind of high maintenance."

"Hey! I think you are severely underestimating just how much I'm willing to do for you." Eddie pulls Steve closer and starts swaying them where they stand. Eddie admires the sight of the warm lamplight that haloes around Steve's head. "And for the record, you're not high maintenance at all. But it would be absolutely fine with me if you were." Eddie adds.

Steve's eyebrows furrow like he's working something out in his head. He doesn't understand how much he's loved. But that's fine, Eddie will keep working at it every day. Chiseling away at Steve's walls like the most patient and dedicated sculptor there ever was.

"Let me dry your hair for you, yeah?" Eddie asks pulling Steve back out towards the bathroom. Eddie expects Steve to say something like 'it's okay. I can do it' or 'Eddie... you don't have to.' But instead he says:

"Okay." Sweet and simple. Eddie will count that as a battle won in the war of "Getting Steve to understand his worth."

[wroteclassicaly]

Okay… um…. Back here again with more kink hour thoughts.

this time it’s Steddie x Reader…

Imagine using the custom piece from your pegging fic… on Eddie as he’s taking Steve in his mouth 🙈

You tryna get me back on my bullshit, huh? Well… I miss my Eddie, so I can definitely oblige. 😈

Warnings: Language, anal sex, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, Eddie gets degraded, spanking, use of sex toy/harness, strap on, pegging Eddie, sub!Eddie, dom!reader and dom!Steve, established relationship, and overall NSFW content!

You’ll never be able to get over how they can both take it so well, your guys also varying in intensity on switching things up, maintaining or giving over control. Steve has his subby moments, ones you all like to relieve frequently. And then there’s Eddie… Fuck, just thinking about his outer limits subspace — it gets you soaked and Steve rock hard. Eddie Munson is one of the most vocal human beings that you’ve ever met, and that extends to the bedroom portion of your lives.

He isn’t afraid to let himself go and feel every single thing that you and Steve are doing to him, and that he’s also doing to you both. It’s one of the many reasons that Eddie Munson makes for the perfect sub, sometimes even going above and beyond your headspace during that playtime. Tonight was a no brainer, falling into this with a graceful ease, a domineering boyfriend with a old crown back on his head, the other with big doe eyes, begging to be fucked stupid and senseless. You knew everyone’s shared vibes before you even vocalized getting your favorite toy out.

You were using the strap, and you were using it on Eddie.

“So you wanna be stuffed full of her and me, Munson?” Steve had spouted off, hands on his naked hips, staring Eddie down like pitiful prey.

“He asked you a question, little boy! You gonna answer or sit there looking pathetic and empty headed?” You had came back with.

“F-fuck — yes! Do whatever you fucking want with me, m’ yours —“ Steve had grabbed his jaw with a pinching grip, cutting Ed’s sentence off with his own reply. “We know you’re ours, you fucking slut… Didn’t ask you that, now did we?” You’d never seen Eddie shake his head so fast, his cock painfully hard.

“I dunno, babe. His mouth is awfully full of explicit language tonight. I think he definitely needs it gagged. The longer we wait, the worse it’s going to be… on all of us.”

The toy is as close to Steve’s actual girth and length as you could manage, the other that mirrored Eddie’s cock, it lays in the drawer. If you’re a good girl, then you plan on putting that in Steve’s ass by nightfall, effectively rendering them both into boneless, limping messes. You’d smoke a stolen cigarette or cigar, combing through their hair as they would lay in your lap, and —

“Baby? You alive back there, you’re not giving it to me.” Eddie smarts off, interrupting your dazed daydreams, as big of a brat as he is submissive. Probably bigger.

Steve’s obliterated irises widen, a smirk on his lips as he pauses, fisting his slick cock by Eddie’s mouth. “You’re about to get what you want, man. I think more than you bargained for, actually.”

“Good. About time, because I — JESUS CHRIST!” You give him a thrust so hard that your hips collide with his ass, ramming forward, and Steve is ready to cut him off by pressing his fat cock right into Eddie’s mouth.

Back and forth, back and forth…

Eddie’s pick chain sways into the movement, and you grip his curly tresses, pulling him up and back into you, reaching around to squeeze his base. “If you don’t shut your mouth “— you let your hand drift down over his swollen head, sticky with translucent cream, and you swipe. “— I will let Steve cum in your throat, and then I’ll sit on your face. But you won’t be allowed to have anything, understand? Your poor, useless cock will ache all night, and you won’t be able to touch, yeah?”

He remains quiet, but nods. Steve smirking, neither prepared for you next action. Looking at the swell of Eddie’s cheeks, you pull them apart to see his hole stretched around the silicone, and you can’t stop your palm from cracking down on his skin, watching it immediately turn red into the rebounding jiggle. Steve’s cock (which had returned to Eddie’s mouth) jumps on his tongue, and Eddie whimpers around it, swallowing, making him take Steve in deeper.

“Dammit. Fuck.” Steve looks at you with a boasting pride. You’re out of breath, nipples hard, cunt soaking through the harness. You whack your hand over Eddie’s other cheek, his cock blurting out more pre-come, soaking the bedsheets below.

“Damn,” Steve starts, raising an amused, sweat slicked brow, at an out of it and teary eyed Eddie, “she’s gonna beat your cute ass red, honey.”

[munsoninthedark86]

Kinktober 2022 Day 8: Threesomes(Three's A Crowd? Nah)

warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, Steddie!, mentions of alcohol and weed, fellatio, vaginal fingering, swearing pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson/ Steddie x Fem!Reader word count: 1.7k

The three of you sit in the living room of Eddie’s trailer. You’re seated on the floor, your back against the couch. Eddie sits on the armchair and he is sipping his beer. Steve has just returned to the room, two beers in his hand. He throws you yours, and you catch it with ease. It’s been a good few months since Eddie’s close call in the upside down. You were so fucking worried about him when they all returned without him. But Dustin had begged and pleaded for someone to go save Eddie, and you and Steve ended up being the ones to save the metalhead.

“Ahh, what a great way to spend Saturday night.” You croon softly.

Eddie laughs, “What? Drinking my beer and smoking my weed?”

You scoff, “And who saved your ass?”

Steve frowns as he begins drinking his beer. He knows that you’re teasing one another, but he was so afraid of losing either one of you when you and Steve went to save Eddie. The worst thoughts and scenarios went through his mind when he realized he might never see the charming dungeon master ever again. He’d have to console you. But now, with the two of you here, maybe Steve can finally tell you how he feels about the two of you.

“Fine fine,” Eddie ceases his jabbing. “You’re both welcome to my beer and my weed.”

You smirk, “Awhh thanks Eds!”

He blushes at your nickname for him, “anything for you, dollface.”

You look over at Steve, who seems incredibly lost in thought. You don’t want to interrupt the thought process, but you are a little concerned. So you lean up and sit on the couch with Steve, and you place a hand on his shoulder. He jumps a little from the touch, but he’s happy that it’s just you. Steve has been through so much in the last few years, he has grown a little jumpy.

“Cat got your tongue, babycakes?” You ask him, your tone flirty.

He sighs before chugging half his beer, “No. I’m just so happy that you two are alive.”

You smile, “Hear that, Eds? He’s happy we are alive.”

Eddie laughs, “Awhh Harrington! I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

But something snaps inside of Steve, he is ready to bare his soul to both of you. A near death experience to one of his favorite people will do that to him. He leans over to you and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You’re rendered speechless, and Eddie isn’t really sure what to say either. The kiss deepens a little and you come closer to Steve. Eddie feels something deep down inside of him growing. Watching Steve kiss you is proving to be almost a little too much.

“What’s going on, Harrington?”

Steve is a little breathless when he pulls away from the kiss, “Look when you were down there…in the upside down, it practically wrecked the both of us, Eddie. Now that you’re back, and you’re both safe…I just want to show you what you both mean to me.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap. He begins kissing you once more, and you can feel his love and passion coming out with every little move he makes. He’s gentle when he pushes some of your hair out of your face. It’s not long before Eddie comes to sit next to the both of you.

“Yeah? You were that worried for me, huh?” Eddie asks him, and he reaches down to take Steve’s hand in his.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Munson.”

This warms your heart. You’ve always had a crush on Eddie, and when you met Steve, you were immediately drawn to him. You knew of him, but you were never formally introduced until last year. Steve was charming and sweet and you could tell he has changed a lot since he “king” Steve.

You can’t keep your eyes off the pair. Steve leans in a little closer to Eddie, and soon he closes the gap between the two of them. Eddie lets out a sweet moan when they begin making out. You are truly mesmerized by the sight.

“Shit,” Eddie says breathlessly. “You are such a good kisser, Harrington.”

Steve smirks, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of practice.”

This prompts you to pull Steve in for a kiss. His hands come up to tangle in your hair as you begin to grind against him. This leaves Eddie a little impatient, so when he gets his chance, he pulls you onto his lap and you begin kissing him.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie moans. “Feels like we’re in high school all over again. ‘Member when we used to sneak off in third period to have a quickie in the forest? Mmm, fuck your little pussy was so good back then.”

You slap his chest playfully, “And it’s not good now?”

Steve and Eddie share a mischievous glance. You’re almost a little worried about what they have planned, but you don’t have much time to react before Eddie gets up and throws you over his shoulder. Steve is following behind you two. Eddie brings you into his bedroom and he tosses you onto the bed. It’s not long before he’s crawling on top of you.

“Let’s see if her little pussy is still good, Harrington.”

Steve watches from the doorway for a few moments. Eddie begins undressing you, and he caresses your body wherever he finds exposed skin. His cold metal rings feel so soothing on your hot body. Steve finally comes into the bedroom and he leans down to kiss you. While Eddie continues undressing you and exploring the rest of your body, Steve is playing with your tits.

“You are so fucking adorable,” Eddie mutters as he finally pull

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say shit like that.”

Eddie moans as he parts your thighs. You're so sticky and so wet. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he is practically drooling at the sight of your glistening pussy. He takes a few moments to adjust his rock hard cock in his jeans before leaning back in to inhale your sweetness. Steve groans when he sees the full sight of you naked.

“Jesus,” Eddie grunts. “Fuck you’re just as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you.”

You giggle, “Yeah? When did you fall in love with me?”

Eddie blushes, “The day we met.”

Steve coos at your softness. He never knew how deeply infatuated you two were with each other. Steve leans in to kiss Eddie, and Eddie groans. All of this pleasure is going to culminate into something very passionate and explosive soon. When Eddie pulls away from Steve, this is when Steve takes his chance and begins kissing you.

“He’s right. You are as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you,” Steve confesses. “You’re both beautiful.”

The two of them get off the bed and help each other strip. Your mouth is watering as you watch them begin making out. Steve reaches down to begin stroking Eddie. Eddie squeaks but that soon turns into a guttural moan.

“You’re so cute, Munson.” You quip, and he flips you off.

Steve guides Eddie to join you on the bed. Steve kneels in front of your face and he begins stroking his thick cock. You feel yourself get even more wet; aroused and left wanting from watching Eddie and Steve. You let out a surprised moan when you feel Eddie’s fingers at your entrance.

“How about we find out just exactly how good she is together?” Steven asks Eddie, and Eddie nods his head eagerly.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie grunts. “I love that big brain of yours, Harrington.”

Steve chuckles, “I’ve had a few good ideas in my day.”

You’re about to say something when Steve pushes the head of his cock to your lips. You whine softly before suckling on it, making him groan. Eddie watches in a daze, all while rubbing your clit so teasingly. Soon he can’t help himself, and he grasps his cock. It twitches against your pussy and he thrust it between your soaked folds.

“Just fuck her already, Munson. Show her you meant it when you said you love her.”

Eddie smiles softly, “You’re right.”

The metalhead slips into you slowly, whining at how tightly your walls are clamping down on him. When he’s bottomed out and his balls are plush against your ass, it’s only now that Steve begins thrusting into your mouth. The two of them work in tandem; coaxing you towards your release. Eddie’s long cock keeps rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you see stars.

“Shit, you feel good.” Eddie moans, and Steven grunts in response.

“Good little mouth on her,”

This makes you blush. You are having a hard time not choking on Steve’s thick cock, but he keeps praising you. These soft words fall from his mouth, while Eddie can only grunt nonsense between his panting and whining. If he was with anyone else, he’d be so embarrassed to sound like that. But with the two of you, he knows he can feel safe.

Eddie’s long fingers trail down your body, stopping only to begin rubbing your clit in sloppy circles. You moan around Steve’s cock, making him shudder at the wonderful vibrations that pass right through his cock. He doesn’t know if he’ll actually be able to hold on for much longer.

“Fuck,” Eddie whines. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum if she keeps squeezing me with that cunt of hers.”

Steve moans, “Yeah, I’m close too.”

Eddie looks down at you, “You close too, baby?”

With the nod of your head, the two men begin doubling down on their efforts. It’s not long before your walls begin wildly fluttering, and you are shuddering and shaking. Steve moans as his balls tighten first, and you and Steve fall off the edge together. Eddie isn’t long after, cumming hard with loud curses falling from those pretty lips.

Warmth fills you as Eddie and Steve both paint your inside white. You swallow every last bit of Steve’s cum as your cunt receives Eddie’s hot load. As they both come down, they pull out of you gently. Steve lays beside you as Eddie goes to the bathroom to get you something to clean you up with.

Steve pulls you closer, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you. I’m glad I didn’t lose either of you.”

[feralwritings]

three's company

part four

masterpost

words: 2.7k

Huddled underneath the expanse of Skull Rock, listening to the distant screeches of bats, shoulder to shoulder with Steve and Eddie, she thought that things couldn’t possibly get worse. 

They do, of course, because her dire reality is accompanied by flashbacks of Starcourt, the bitter taste of adrenaline and blood sticking to her tongue all that time later. With each blink, she saw Vecna staring at her through Billy’s eyes, watched herself break and bend and bleed, watched the bloodlust bloom in her own eyes. 

It’s scary. How hungry she was for Billy’s death. How hungry she was to exact some modicum of revenge against the creature, against Vecna, who had robbed her of so much of her innocence with each swipe of a taloned hand, with each drop of blood split, hers or otherwise, with each flood of acrid terror spiking through her bloodstream as she helplessly watched those she loved get hurt. 

That was the worst part, she thought. The helplessness. That no matter how hard they tried, how many plans they came up with, vestiges of brilliance hidden away in the recesses of their minds, Vecna was always one step ahead. It sometimes felt like they were his little marionettes, plastered smiles, rusted parts playing into his game. 

In ‘83, when it was just the demogorgon, it seemed…easier, in a sense. They didn’t fully understand the magnitude of what they were facing, and the idea that this creature was killing out of necessity, of hunger or prey drive was comforting in a way. That despite not being of this earth, of this dimension, it still stayed in between the lines of biology that they knew: killing out of need. 

Now, not with a full understanding but certainly a broader one, they had been thoroughly disavowed of this notion. That Vecna simply enjoyed killing. There was a purpose, there had to be, but she found it difficult to believe that it would make sense to anyone but him.

By showing her what had happened last year, he’d done two things. 

One, showed her what she was truly capable of. 

Two, and most devastatingly, had shown her that he understood her completely. 

Being known in any sense is precarious and terrifying. Being known by the personification of evil is infinitely worse, because no amount of unpredictability, no amount of trying to outsmart him, to not play into his hands isn’t going to work. 

He knew who and what she loved. He knew what she’ll do to protect them. He was plucking her strings almost lovingly as he deprived her of what she wanted, of what she’s always wanted, even before the gate had opened.

To be understood for who she was. And to be loved anyway. 

Just because he wanted to. Because it brought him pleasure. 

She toyed with the idea of breaking off from the group, taking herself out of the equation entirely, finding her own way Topside. She knew that they would never let her, even if they had to drag her along with them by force. It’s a fight that she won’t win, and the exhaustion of the last few days, of her encounter with the tendrils had rendered her a little vacant, the biological processes that kept her alive running on autopilot while she existed with one foot here, in the Upside Down, and one foot in the past, straddling the precipice between who she used to be and who she’s failing to become. 

She stood on shaky legs once Nancy deemed it safe, leaning heavily against the rock as she listened to the distant rolling thunder. Her leg hurt worse than her body and she didn’t know why. Bending, she rolled up the cuff of her jeans and found a huge bruise blooming around a nasty little gash, right in the center of her shin. When she put pressure on that leg, more blood seeped out, which wasn’t a good sign. Nancy was tending to Steve somewhere to her right, she heard fabric tearing and a quick glance tells her that Steve was slowly losing blood, too, but far more severe. In an attempt to staunch her own blood flow, she pulled up her sock around the wound, hoping that it would do in the meantime before she can care for it properly.

So wrapped up in her own wound, she doesn’t notice that Eddie has kneeled in front of her before he’s leaning, tugging the bandana out of his back pocket. Without instruction or preamble, he pulled her foot to rest on his thigh, tugging the hem of her pants up to reveal the wound. He left the sock where it was, but wrapped his bandana around her shin securely, double knotting it.

When he looked up, all onyx eyes and wavy hair, her breath caught in her throat. There was something familiar in his gaze, a burgeoning sense of need that she saw in another pair of dark eyes not even a year ago. 

It occurred to her, somewhere in the back of her mind and for the first time, that she might have been caught in the middle of something that she could scarcely imagine.

“Thanks,” She managed to choke out, taking her foot off of Eddie’s thigh, and she looked toward the others, who were discussing where they should go from here.

Robin suggested Hawkins PD, which was all the way downtown, and Nancy vetoed that.

“We don’t need to go all the way downtown for guns,” She said, and there was an unsettling little smile on her lips, “I have guns. In my bedroom.”

Next to her* Eddie stiffened, “You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

To an outsider, Nancy Wheeler packing heat may seem strange, but to the three of them who know Nancy know that if she could have more, she absolutely would. She* specifically remembered a couple years ago, watching Nancy rest the stock of a rifle against her shoulder, stance widening like Hopper’s, gaze hard and focused on the Byer’s front door.

With a destination in mind, they set off. Robin and Nancy were heading up the front, *she’s in the middle, with Steve and Eddie trailing behind.

Steve watches from afar as she* stepped over logs and various undulating tendrils. He could feel Eddie next to him, and he knew that they were looking at the same thing.

“What’s the deal with you two, man?” Eddie asked, out of the blue. Steve had somewhat expected it, noticing Eddie’s dark eyes watching the both of them, curious and a little apprehensive.

Steve needed to buy some time, even if it was only seconds.

“Who? Me and Robin?” He said, trying to make it sound as genuine as possible.

It didn’t land, as Eddie gave him a playful shove on the shoulder and snorted out a laugh, “You know that’s not who I was referring to.”

“Right,” Steve amended, taking a deep breath, “I mean, her* and I have known each other since we were babies. Fell out around the beginning of middle school, didn’t talk for a few years. Then, in ‘83, when this shit started, she found me wandering about town after Jonathan and I had got into it. Patched me up. Ever since then, we just kinda came in and out of each other’s lives. Usually when the world was about to end.”

He kicked through the decaying leaves on the ground, turning them into a sort of dust in his wake that stuck in the air like the rest of the particles that floated around.

“Why’d you two fall out? She seems to care about you. Like, a lot.” Eddie inquired, and Steve could feel Eddie watching him intently.

“It was my fault,” Steve admitted softly, “The way we were both raised, on that side of town and with the money and the parents we had… she always found a way to reject it. Always questioning everything around her. For a long time I loved that about her, the defiance. Until we got to middle school, and the way she was started getting me shit from people, and I just…I wanted to fit in, at any cost, ya know? Back when that type of shit mattered to me.”

He glanced at Eddie, whose eyes had never left him even as they were walking.

“So I blew it up. Started cutting her out. Started ignoring her. She noticed, of course, called me out, we got into this big fight. And that was it.”

It’s painful, even now, recounting it. Those few years when they weren’t talking, there was always this persistent ache in his chest that crescendoed into a hot spike of pain whenever he saw her; whether it be in the halls at school, at some stupid company party their parents had dragged them to. 

“Jesus,” Eddie sighed, “That’s… a lot. And she forgave you?”

Steve shrugged, “I don’t know if she did. We never really talked about it.”

Eddie seemed to know that Steve wasn’t telling him the full truth. He’s a perceptive guy, so he knew that something else occurred between them, he just didn’t know what. 

Steve’s shoulders were tight. He was sad, there’s no other way about it. He was sad about her, about this, about everything. Here he was, again, traipsing through another dimension, not knowing what is going to come next or if he’s even going to survive it. 

Eddie reached out and gives Steve’s shoulder a squeeze. The gentle, steady pressure unwound the knot in Steve’s stomach a little, and he spared him a shy smile. 

They trudged on, not talking much. Eddie tripped over a vine and Steve caught him before he could fall. 

It’s strange how easily they fall into step next to each other. Two sides of the same coin, something within Steve reckons quietly, two boys on opposite sides of town, different yet similar. 

And Steve, usually jealous and territorial over what’s his, even if it isn’t, even if he wants it to be, doesn’t feel that way about Eddie. It’s not that he’s not a credible threat - he most certainly is, judging by the way she* looks at him, all soft smiles and curious eyes, but there’s just not anything in Steve, at this point in time, that holds any ill will towards Eddie. 

He’s curious too, if he’s honest with himself. Eddie has an aura that’s hard to look away from, even harder to define. There’s more that lies beneath the frenetic surface, beneath the wild hair and the even wilder eyes. 

He’s cool, in a different way than Steve was, and maybe that’s the kicker. That he’s genuinely cool, not just a weird sort of facade that Steve had carefully built, only for it to come crashing down with a broken heart and a few otherworldly visitors. 

He didn’t even feel superior to Eddie over the fact that he’s had sex with her - not even a little bit. Sure, that night came to him a lot, in his dreams or in the middle of a shift at Family Video, but the way it ended, the way he ended it usurps most other emotions about it. Sticky hot shame replaced satisfaction over the fact that he felt her, kissed her, fucked her. 

He didn’t know what she and Eddie got up to in the hours upon hours they were alone. He doubted anything happened other than just trying to survive, but there was a casual intimacy to their interactions that gave Steve pause and would set the wondering off all over again. What did they talk about? Did they talk about him? Is there a world in which Eddie knows what happened between them? 

Steve knew it was conceited to think about whether they talked about him. He knew, deep down, that they didn’t. They probably talked about that Mordor shit they’re both into, about music. Shit like that. 

Regardless of how he feels or how it’s going to turn out, there’s a change happening. Changing of the guard, so to speak, not a replacement but a retirement. 

She’d hate that, though, the idea of having a guard or a keeper. Steve kinda hated it too, but she’s the type of person who needed other people around to make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. Well, anything stupider than what she’s already done. 

Always playing the hero, always with something to prove. A steadfast defiance that had been part of her since she was little, transforming into something else in the face of a war.

Steve wondered if there’s any winning here. He doubted it, somehow. Going around in circles with this Upside Down shit has become an annual occurrence, and when/if it ends, he wondered what will be left.

Nothing, a voice said, and it didn’t feel internal at all, but he knew that he’s the only one who heard it.

Nothing, and no one. 

Magic is real.

That’s the conclusion that she* draws, watching with her arms braced on Nancy’s footboard, watching the shimmering particles grow brighter with every letter Nancy traced into them.

She scanned each look of wonder on her friend’s faces, feeling indelible softness for each of them in turn, watching the light dance in the crystal and cobalt of Robin and Nancy’s eyes, the hazel and onyx of Steve and Eddie’s.

She could hear Dustin’s voice echoing from far away, traversing dimensions and the soundwaves therein, and there was hope in her chest that they actually might make it home. What was waiting for them, she didn’t know, but the Upside Down was cold and populated with a murderous wizard and his thousands, if not millions bloodthirsty pets. She was ready to be back Topside, at any rate.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve sighed, knuckles tightening almost imperceptibly around the flashlight he was holding, “This kids gotta get his ego in check.”

“It’s his tone, right?” Eddie offered, leaning past Nancy to look at Steve, brows drawing together in agreement.

“I know,” Steve agreed.

“How far is your trailer?” Nancy asked Eddie, and he didn’t even take a beat to think.

“Seven miles,” He supplied, and that seemed to solidify the plan in Nancy’s mind.

They thundered back down the stairs, making entirely too much noise. Nancy led them to her driveway, where four bikes sat, all piled up on top of each other.

“There’s five of us,” Robin sighed, looking at the bikes and then at the group.

“One of us will just have to ride on the back of one,” Nancy said, already selecting hers from the pile.

She* grabbed the one with the pegs on the back tire, dragging it back and forth to make sure the tires haven’t gone flat. When she mounted up, she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned.

“I don’t think so, you’ve got a bum leg,” Eddie said in her ear, and she rolled his hand off her shoulder playfully.

“I’ll be fine, get on.”

“Bum leg?” Steve’s head whipped around from where he was sitting on his own bike, “What happened to your leg?”

She shrugged, “Could’ve been anything. I think it happened when we got dragged through the gate - I felt something right before we went in but I can’t be sure.”

Eddie was poking her in the side, “Off.”

“Fine,” She rolled her eyes, dismounting and letting the bike fall towards Eddie, “But if you crash with me on the back-”

“You’ll be fine,” Eddie assured her, tugging her by the arm towards the bike, “C’mere, get on.”

She stepped up on the pegs, securing herself by grabbing fistfuls of Eddie’s jacket, face riddled with anxiety as they set off. 

The journey wasn’t as treacherous as they had anticipated, the roads remarkably intact, smooth save for a few bundles of tendrils that they had to swerve to avoid. 

Her calves were burning from keeping balance, and when they finally, finally arrived at Eddie’s trailer, she stepped down on shaky legs, huffing out a breath as she regained feeling in the soles of her feet. 

Together, the piled into the trailer.

Eddie’s hand slipped into hers. She looked up at him, watching the color drain from his face as he stares at the ceiling, watching the gate pulse, the membrane moving like waves in the ocean. 

She squeezed his hand, pressing into his side. Steve was approaching the gate slowly, as something was pressing into it, distending the membrane. 

Suddenly, there’ was a snap and the membrane tore. They all approached, looking up. 

“Hi!” Dustin waved, smiling so wide that it made her* heart soar. Erica, Max, and Lucas were there too, and they all smiled and waved, pleased beyond belief that Dustin’s theory worked. 

“Bada bada boom!” Dustin exclaimed.

[aphrogeneias]

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

summary: there is more to a couple of friends exchanging mixtapes than what meets the eye.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: peak mutual pining. oblivious idiots. reader is in danger but nothing specific is mentioned. allusions to a bad home life. a super tiny reference to high fidelity.

author's note: again, only minor changes were made, as well as editing.

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In the backseat of Steve’s car, squeezed between Dustin and Lucas, while the group disclosed your situation to him, Eddie could barely keep his own thoughts in check.

He felt sick to his stomach, even as the gentle breeze coming from the opened windows hit his face, and the radio played a song that, if he let himself think too much about it, it would remind him of you.

The younger boys explained that you were alone during Spring Break, and that you've been neighbors with the Wheelers your whole life. Last night, Nancy had noticed something strange happening to the lights of your house, and when she went to check on you, you said you were fine, you just thought you saw something, but it was probably just the old electrical wiring. Nancy knew better, though.

Cursed, they said. You were cursed.

They also told him that Vecna didn’t choose his victims randomly, you were all connected through some kind of trauma, all being monitored by the school counselor, like their friend Max, and Chrissy, and Fred, from the school newspaper - both of the former weren’t able to escape, but they could save Max after a breakthrough they had about how music can break the trance caused by the curse.

Eddie wasn’t processing any of that information, though. Their voices seemed to blur in the background, Dustin’s detailed explanations and Steve’s bickering interruptions fading away as his mind wandered to you, who were suffering, unbeknownst to him. The tragic princess in a tale, trapped in the tower of your own mind — and Eddie was no dragonslaying knight, no hero. There was nothing he could do to help you other than trust Dustin's plan to work.

He should have known something was wrong, shouldn't he? He should have insisted on making you tell him what you were going through instead of letting you slip away. Should have, should have, should have.

It was too late now.

4.

Saturdays were the busiest day at the record shop.

Eddie didn't usually visit you on Saturdays, since you never really had the time to hang out with him as you did during the week, when the store was mostly empty — but, that Saturday, he had a mixtape to deliver to you.

A couple of days before you had gifted him with one, wrapped in sparkly purple paper, a small note with his name on it attached to the worn out ribbon tied it all together. You'd explained to him that, even though the two of you had widely different takes on music, those were a few songs that made you think of him, and you thought he'd appreciate them.

Most of the music in your tape was mellow, acoustic songs, the kind of music he imagined you listening to in your room, or driving your car to school — Crosby Stills and Nash, Joan Baez, Fleetwood Mac. Not that he kept thinking about you alone in your room all the time, not at all.

It rendered him speechless. You were casual about it, sliding the cassette on top of the counter in his direction, but he could tell you were somehow shy about it. There was something else hidden under your fleeting gaze, something that had shifted along the way — or, perhaps, it was only his imagination.

Except that something had changed, ever since his friends decided to take a trip to the record store only to mock him for his infatuation with you. Barely noticeable, barely there, but it changed in the way you looked at him, how you'd seemingly always find an excuse to be close — something unspoken lingered in the air.

Then, again, maybe it was only his fertile imagination playing tricks on him. He wasn't used to getting this kind of attention, and it confused him, but Eddie would be damned if he let his feelings get in the way of what you had.

As he made his way into the store, mixtape heavy in the pocket of his jeans, he shoved through a small group of school kids gathered around, looking for you. Spinning on the heels of his well worn boots, his eyes searched the whole room, but you were nowhere to be found. Behind the counter was one of the guys who only worked weekends — Rob? Bob? Honestly, he didn't care much to learn.

"Hey!" He called out in the other boy's direction, who looked up from the tapes he was piling. "Uh… where's Y/N?"

Rob, or Bob, simply pointed in the direction of the steel door that led to the back of the store, a slightly frightened look on his face. That was the reaction Eddie usually got from people, but it never got old.

Smiling, he said "Thanks, man!", and strolled to the back to find you.

The warm afternoon sun was hitting the brown brick wall, where you stood, leaning against it. Sunshine illuminated your features as you blew smoke from the cigarette you were smoking, looking straight ahead. Eddie felt the breath being knocked out of him as you turned, after probably sensing his presence, and smiled.

"Hey, sailor. What brings you here?"

The rasp in your voice made his tummy flutter.

Approaching your side, he mimicked your pose, leaning against the wall. "Came here to thank you for giving me some new music to fall asleep to. Honestly, insomnia? Never again."

"Why did I have a feeling you would say that?"

"Only because you know me so well." You chuckled, playfully squinting at him.

You smiled, turning your gaze to the ground. “Yeah, I think you’re rubbing off on me, Munson.”

It was silent, for a bit. He watched you finish your cigarette, stubbing it into the wall and crushing it beneath your beaten up converse. This was not the comfortable silence you would sometimes fall into, there was something unreadable in your face, dark circles under your eyes weighing on your features. Fighting the urge to reach out and comfort you, he reached into his pocket instead.

“Here,” Eddie handed the tape to you, a simple cassette inside an acrylic case with your name scribbled on top with his handwriting, quickly before he could regret it, “I brought you this. It’s not much but I thought it was fair. You showed me yours, I’ll show you mine, right?”

“Right.” You nodded, securing the tape in your hands. “You’re making that sound a lot more exciting than it actually is.”

When he laughed, you didn’t follow suit, managing only a half smile before you looked away again. It worried him, your silence.

“Is everything alright? You’re a little out of it today.”

“Uh, yeah. Had a tough week, that’s all. Things at home aren’t… great, right now.”

“You know you can talk to me, don’t you? About whatever you want, whatever you need. I mean, the last thing the freak can do is judge you.” He chuckled that last part, but there was no humor behind it.

Looking back at him, your face was still unreadable, but the look in your eyes was earnest, raw. "You're not a freak, Eddie. You're my friend."

[steddieas-shegoes]

This was a request from @lilonsnitch which is what started me opening up requests. This is the only request I’m posting for now because I had already done some of it, so this was just a quick thing. I HOPE YOU LOVE IT ❤️

Modern Migraine Steve / Part 2

Steve was having a no good, very bad day.

It started fine. Great, even.

He woke up in Eddie’s arms, he showered in Eddie’s arms, he even ate breakfast in Eddie’s arms.

When he left Eddie’s arms is when shit went downhill fast.

He had a dentist appointment he’d been putting off for months. Nothing major, just a cavity that needed filling.

The excessive drilling must have sent signals to his brain to render him useless, though. His head was pounding, and he knew within the next hour, he’d need to be in a dark room with no noise.

But he had work. And he missed a day last week because of a migraine.

It’s not that he was worried about money. Eddie seemed to have plenty, and no matter what Steve did, he rarely let him pay for anything.

But he liked his job. He liked his coworkers for the most part.

He liked having something to do.

But he knew there was no way he could work if this headache turned into a migraine, and statistically it would, though he was never good at statistics in high school.

So he drove back home, pissed off and in enough pain to want to cry already.

Eddie was sitting at the desk in the office when Steve walked in the back entrance to the bar, texting back and forth with someone furiously.

Steve wordlessly walked over to him, pushed him away from the desk, and sat down in his lap with his head on his shoulder.

Eddie’s arms wrapped around him and Steve felt himself relax.

His head wasn’t magically healed, but just having Eddie there was enough for him to hold the tension off for a bit longer.

“Everything okay, sweetheart?”

“Head.”

“Should go upstairs before it gets worse, love.”

“Wanna be with you.”

Eddie kissed the top of his head before he moved his arms away for a moment, probably to check his phone again, and bring them back to rest on the small of Steve’s back.

“Amber’s sick and Carly’s got class. I might have to work the bar tonight.”

He spoke softly against the top of Steve’s head, quieter than he normally would be to make sure it didn’t bother Steve’s head too much.

Steve couldn’t quite contain the whine he let out, but Eddie quickly kissed the top of his head again and ran his fingers up and down his spine slowly to keep him relaxed.

“I’m trying to get Darren to come in, but he has his daughters this weekend.” Eddie sighed. “Let me bring you upstairs and get you settled, okay?”

Eddie had already worked four nights this week from Amber being sick and it being busier than usual. It was starting to wear on him a bit as he was usually working for most of the day in the office and receiving deliveries. Steve could tell he was stressed.

He didn’t want to add to that stress.

He pulled away, wincing at the pain shooting up his neck at the sudden movement.

“I’m okay. You work,” Steve said, standing up slowly to avoid any more shooting pains.

Eddie stood too, pulling Steve against him before he could stumble away.

“Hey. You’re not a burden, so stop thinking you are,” Eddie muttered against his temple, ending his sentence with a kiss.

It was fucking weird how he always did that. Steve was sort of worried he could read his mind, but honestly, there wasn’t much he didn’t tell him anyways.

Pretty much since the first day, the day he’d handed him water with lemon slices on the side because he could tell he had a headache, Eddie just knew him. Inside and out.

“Can take care of myself.”

“I know you can, sweetheart. But I’m here.”

Like that was simple. Like Steve was used to it.

Even six months into their relationship he wasn’t.

Some mornings he woke up in bed alone and thought Eddie had finally come to his senses, completely forgetting that he was in Eddie’s bed, in Eddie’s apartment, in Eddie’s bar.

Some nights when Eddie had to work the bar, he was convinced he would come home and kick him out.

He had no reason for thinking these things; Eddie was incredible.

He was patient and caring and loving and kind. He was perfect.

But Steve had doubts, especially when he had migraines and Eddie had to take care of him.

Eddie started to lead him away from the desk and towards the stairs that led to the apartment.

Every step felt jarring, his head pounding along when his feet hit the steps.

When they made it into the apartment, Eddie picked him up and carried him to the bedroom, ignoring Steve’s protests.

He set him down on the bed gently, kissing his forehead and quickly leaving to follow the routine: water, ice pack, pills. Later: hot shower, head massage, sleep.

It was second nature to them both now, and Steve was grateful even if he was worried that he was too needy like this.

When Eddie had him tucked into bed, ice pack covering his head and water within reach, he leaned down to place a kiss to his lips.

“Love you. Text me if you need me,” Eddie whispered against his mouth.

“Mkay,” Steve said around a yawn.

He knew he’d wake up to soft kisses from Eddie, arms under his neck and legs to carry him to the bathroom for a hot shower. He knew Eddie would wash his hair, gently scratching his scalp to ease some of the pain. He knew Eddie would dry him off, dress him in his comfy clothes, and tuck him back into bed, curling around him to keep him safe.

He knew Eddie would do all of that because no one had ever loved Steve the way Eddie did.

(I did technically have a tag list for if this ‘verse ever got continued so here you go  @urallidjits @eddiemunsonswife)

[questionablequeeries]

30. “How Did You Know?”

“If I fall over a tree root and crack my skull open, you have to carry me to the hospital. Like, legally and morally.”

Steve smiled and shook his head at his boyfriend’s whining, which had started about two seconds after the bandana went on over his eyes and really hadn’t stopped, “Nah, I’m sure I can find a wheelbarrow around.”

Eddie gasped dramatically, “And on my birthday?! Oh, woah befalls our dear Edward, loathed by even his beloved, scorned by the one who he calls-“ He was cut off by strong arms scooping him up, “Steve!” He shrieked, clinging on for dear life.

Steve smirked, “Thought it’d be faster this way.” He hummed innocently as they entered the clearing, and only then did he set Eddie down, “Happy birthday.” He murmured, taking off the blindfold to reveal a picnic spread out for two, complete with basket set off to the side. He smiled when Eddie, miracle upon miracles, was rendered speechless for a moment.

“…Did you have to cook anything?” And okay, that was a fair question to ask. Hey, a guy who was raised primarily with nannies and delivery drivers wasn’t going to be a top-notch chef, especially not compared with Eddie, who had learned to maximize flavor while minimizing ingredients used. He was almost jealous of Eddie’s skill with Kraft.

“No.” And Steve tried not to take the blatantly relieved sigh to heart, though he definitely pouted until Eddie pressed a kiss to those lips, “Come on, I made sandwiches.” He tugged the birthday boy over, and then down onto his lap.

They sat there for hours, until the sun began to go down, and it was only then that Steve revealed his biggest surprise. He pulled a strawberry rhubarb pie out from the basket, placing a candle in the center and lighting it as he sang, but Eddie was too stunned to blow it out.

“Is that…Steve, is that my mom’s recipe? How did you know?” Eddie whispered, and tears pricked his eyes. His mom had died when he was young, but he still remembered picking strawberries with her, helping her knead the dough, being her special little helper who always got the first slice. The smell of the pie his beautiful, thoughtful boyfriend held launched Eddie back into those fond childhood memories, and there was no question in his mind about whether or not this was the pie.

“Wayne taught me.” Steve explained, pressing a kiss into Eddie’s hair, “I still have the burns to prove it. I’m actually pretty sure your uncle will never let me near a stove unsupervised again.” He’d spent all week learning, and this was the first one he hadn’t absolutely charred like a demogorgon because fighting interdimensional hellbeasts was a cakewalk compared to baking. He held up the pie a little higher, trying to draw attention to the slowly dripping candle, “Well? Gonna make a wish?”

Instead Eddie threw his arms around Steve’s neck, “Everything I could wish for is right here.”

@thefreakandthehair

[talaok]

Joseph Quinn & characters

♡ = smut        ☆ = fluff        ➹ = angst   

JOSEPH QUINN

1) Long overdue   →    You're famous and a part of the stranger things cast.You joined the show this season together with Joseph, whom you have a huge crush on, and even though you always thought he didn't like you that way, turns out, you might have been wrong all along... (♡)

2) I’m yours →   You are part of the stranger things cast and in a relationship with Joseph. One day during shooting he sees you being a little too friendly to Keery for his liking, and he is determined to clarify who you belong to. (♡)

3) Bad Influence → You and Joe are in a relationship, and you have never had any problems with being professional during interviews. That was until you met him. (☆)

4) A good deed → You work in a music store and when one day Joseph comes into the shop he remains mesmerized by your knowledge of music and guitars. (☆) (pt.2)

5) Tired of resisting → You are a part of the stranger things cast and even though you never admitted it, you and Joseph both like each other, and one day, when he invites you to his house to "practice a scene" your true feelings find a way to come out.  (♡)

6) The proposal →  Today's the day you have to shoot the infamous sex scene with your least favorite co-star, Joseph Quinn. And even if you certainly didn't expect it, you find yourself confusingly turned on by it.   (♡)  

7) Out of your league →  You're the lead singer of a famous band composed of you and your friends Christian, and Martha. You've always had a huge crush on Joseph Quinn, and have never hesitated to render it public,but at the same time, you've convinced yourself to not have the slightest chance with him. As it turns out, you might have been wrong all along.  (☆)

8) Be quiet → You and Joe have sex in his trailer in between takes(♡)

9) Distracted → You wear a revealing outfit for a scene and Joe can’t seem to concentrate... (♡)

10)Costumes →  You visit Joe on set and find him in his Eddie costume  (☆)

11)The slut and the hunk  → the paparazzi take pictures of you and Joe having not-so-vanilla sex and people's opinions are very different for the two of you.  (♡ + ☆)  

12)Private lessons  →    You've had a huge crush on your math professor since the beginning of the year, and it would have been a waste not to use the opportunity presented, once he offered to give you private lessons.    (♡)  

JOSEPH QUINN AND JAMIE CAMPBELL

Stressed →  You, Jamie, and Joseph are on the press tour in Brazil, and when they realize you're feeling stressed, they offer to help. (♡) (kinda pt.2)

EDDIE MUNSON

1) Steve can’t know →  Steve is your overly-protective older brother that is very opposed to you frequenting the wrong crowd, and especially to you dating Eddie Munson. Still, when you meet each other one day at lunch,it seems there is very little he can do to stop the inevitable.

[ Chapter I  Chapter II   Chapter III   Chapter IV  Chapter V   Chapter VI   Chapter VII   Chapter VIII ]

2) I thought we weren't supposed to be heroes → Fix it fic where Eddie cuts the rope that connects the real world with the upside-down to buy more time and you and Dustin find a way to reach him anyway.( ➹ + ☆)

3)A one time thing →Your ex-boyfriend Eddie invites you over totally innocently (♡)

4) A special arrangement → Steve Harrington × Eddie Munson x innocent!reader (♡)

[missacidburn928]

Tasty Tuesday Sample Platter...

I weekly sample of what I have to offer. Be it a WIP or a completed fic, I'm here to give you a taste.

Well enough to wet your appetite at least...

Hors d'oeuvres for the week of August 19th 😈

Please Believe Me : August Walker x POC!Reader (with a dash of Andy Barber X POC!Reader)

Off To Never Never Land: Older!Eddie x POC!Reader

Eff Being Friends: Steve Rogers x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, ? x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader “Ci”, Ex!Thor x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”, Ex!Loki x POC!Goddess!Avenger!Reader "Ci”

From The Jump: Dean Winchester x POC!Reader "Wildflower"

If You Let Me: Alpha!Jax Teller x Omega!POC!Reader "LuLu"

As all of my samples are 18+ material they can be fun under the cut. MDNI

Happy Feasting Heathens

“Take it off.”  

“Take what off?”  

“The dress. His stench is all over it and all I can see is him touching you out on that dance floor. Take it off sunshine before I cut it off you myself.”  

“Holy shit. You actually were jealous. Who would have thought.”  

He slips a knife out of his belt and takes a step towards me, twirling it around his fingers. “Now is not the time to push me baby girl.”  

“Okay, okay. Relax, Auggie. I’ll take it off.” I slowly begin to disrobe.   

A growl emanates from his chest when he realizes that I have absolutely nothing on underneath my dress. “Bed. Now. Face down. Ass up.”  

No longer feeling the urge to tempt the beast further, I do as requested. With a sway to my hips and flourish to my movements of course.  

He removes his own suit. Leaving him clad only in his boxer briefs, that can barely contain his tantalizing girth within.  

He runs a hand down my spine. Stopping as he reaches the fat of my ass. “I am going to spank this delectable ass 10 times. 5 for enjoying your seduction of Barber too much and 5 for being bare underneath your dress in public without my knowledge. You are to count every slap. Understood?”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“Good girl. Now tell me what your safe word is.”  

“Holiday.”  

“Remember, I will never strike you in anger. If you feel it becomes too much, you must use your safe word and everything stops. Understood?”  

“Yes, Sir.”  

“Let’s begin..” He rears his hand back and sends it flying. Striking me right on the meat of my left ass cheek, dead center.  

“One.” I gasp out. 

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“Do you know how many times I have fantasized about being between these soft thighs and seeing just how wet you were for me.” He practically moans. “This pussy is fucking perfection baby girl. A piece of art that can never be replicated. I feast for the flesh as well as the tongue. A never ending ambrosia to which I may gorge myself upon.”

“Holy fuck Eds. I knew you were good with your words when it came to DMing and song writing. But that right there was some seat dampening swoon worthy material. You’re as charismatic as a cult leader. I would gladly kneel before your altar and follow you anywhere if you kept speaking to me like that.”

“Did you mean to say all of that out loud?”

“Not all of it but what the hell it’s true.”

“You are sober right now right?” He asks with sincerity in his eyes.

“Yes, Eddie. I may be horny as hell but I am of sound body and mind. You’re in the clear.”

“Good. I want you to remember every moment of this as it will be a story we tell our grandkids one day.”

“Speaking of forever already?”

“I’ve waited this long to have a chance to make you mine. I’m never letting you go. We already act like an old married couple without all the raunchy bits. Might as well make it official.”

“You gonna wax poetic all night or are you going to show me what I’ve been missing all these years?”

“Always such a fucking brat”

As I open my mouth, a fresh retort on my tongue, Eddie dips his head between my thighs and runs his tongue up my cunt from entrance to clit. Sucking my little pearl into his mouth and rendering me speechless. A whimper is all that escapes my throat.

He barely raises his head from my mound. Eyes closed as he not so subtly licks his lips. “Now I know your wound up real tight baby. So I’m going to go ahead and help you get that first O out of the way. Hold on to something. This is going to be quick.”

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Tony has decided that tonight’s game is Truth or Dare. It seems the man of iron is also enjoying watching the gods get under Steve’s skin.

You take every dare, and they get raunchier by the ask. You give Nat, who is sat next to Captain Cranky, a sultry little lap dance that ends in a heated kiss. Only to be broken up by Steve’s quiet growl.

On your next turn your dared to make Thor get a boner without touching him. You saunter behind the loveseat he is perched on. Leaning in so that you can whisper in his ear. You regale him with all the dirty things you love that he does to you. The way his lightning makes you sing like no other. All stated low enough for only the gods and the super soldiers to hear. Your mission is a success of course. Thor’s unable to hide the ‘hammer’ tenting his slacks as he pulls you over the back of the couch onto his lap and bites down on your throat making you giggle.  

The game continues with Clint having to admit that he most certainly has seen his teammates getting it on when he has been up in the vents. “Some things you can’t unsee unfortunately.” He shivers.

Sam, having confessed who he thinks has the best ass, turns to you. “Truth or Dare Ci?”

“Dare of course. Why change it up now.”

“I dare you to get Loki to genuinely smile.”

You look at him quizzically. “You think you’re so smart. Prepare to be knocked down a peg or three bird boy.”

Standing you walk over to Loki, who has been leaning against the wall, observing all night. With a cheeky smile you wave your fingers and cloak yourselves in darkness that's not only soundproof, but is also time spelled as well.

You lower to your knees and snap Loki’s pants out of existence. The visual of you before him is enough to turn his cock hard as steel in front of your very eyes. You waste no time attaching your lips to the foreskin covered tip. Teasing the sensitive flesh with your tongue before sinking down to the hilt. You pull out all the stops. Sucking his cock until he comes down your throat with a roar. Savoring every drop as he fills your belly.

Removing the spell, it seems to the room as if only 1 minute has passed. It does not go unnoticed that Loki is relaxed while he continues to lean against the wall. Grinning like a loon.

This is when Steve notices your slightly swollen lips and quiet panting. Having been on the receiving end of that look many a time, he seethes. Cracking the glass of whiskey in his hand.

You give your turn to Loki so that you may catch your breath. It’s no surprise to anyone that he chooses Steve. “Truth or Dare Captain?”

“Truth. I have nothing to hide.” He challenges the God of Mischief.

“Alright.” He glances at you quickly. Catching you subtly lick your lips, most likely still tasting of him, grinning to yourself. “When was the last time you got your cock properly serviced and with who?”

Everyone assumes the answer will be you when you were still together a couple weeks ago.

With a cocky grin and sip of his drink he answers as he stares you down. “Yesterday after training with Sharon. She caught me on my way to change in my room and said I looked tense and needed a release. I took her up on her offer. Plus she gives decent head.”

He must have thought that you were going to be upset that he let poor lovesick Sharon suck his dick instead of getting the best head of his life from you. You couldn’t care less actually.

Not when you were getting dicked down in your own post training bath with Thor. It really is a great way to help stretch out and relax your muscles.

“Good for you Steven. You always are so tense after a rough training session. I know I was. Thor helped sort me out though.” You sweetly state.

“Are you serious right now? You two were practically on the verge of killing each other in the training room.”

“Great foreplay. Don’t tell me you never partook in post battle coitus with her. She is ravenous after any kind of rough play.” Thor, the sweet himbo that he is, adds in.

“Fuck this. I’m going to bed.”

“Should I call Sharon to come lick your wounds?”

“Fuck you Ci”

“Sorry not tonight, Cap.”

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Dean has me propped on the trunk of my car as soon as he has his guitar secured inside. His broader frame sandwiched between my thighs as we makeout like the lovestruck teenagers we once were. Forgetting there is such a thing as air we need to breathe.

With reluctance I pull out of the kiss. Dean’s lips chasing mine and providing me a nip to the chin for the inconvenience. I have far naughtier things in mind for our impromptu reunion than just making out in a dark parking lot on my car.

“You gonna let me ride you properly this time pretty boy?”

This gets his attention. A smirkish grin adorning his handsome face.

“No promises. These wicked hips tend to do naughty naughty things that make my brain short circuit. I can't control what my instinctual hindbrain does.”

He squeezes said body part to emphasize his point.

“Best crawl into the back seat then. Unless you want to give the bar a show.”

He lifts me off the trunk with a growl and smacks my ass. Walking himself over to the passenger side, my keys still in hand, to unlock the door. Pushing the seat forward to gain access to the back seat.

“After you, Wildflower.”

I bend over to make my way into the back when feel Dean’s hands clamp around my hips.

“Actually Imma need ya to unbutton your fly and slide your jeans down to your calves for me sweetheart. Need to sear you bending over for me so sweetly into my brain.”

I’ve always had a weakness for when Dean got controlling like this. It does something to his voice. Turning it all gravelly and rough, like he can't contain how much he needs me.

So I do as I’m told and unbutton my fly. Lowering my ripped jeans to my knees. Exposing my soaked tiny lilac lace panties to the chill night air.

“Fuuuck. Look at that wet patch. This all for me baby girl?”

He runs his thumb down the damp gusset. Resting it on my clit with just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm. 

“Mmhmm.”

“Get in the back seat Wildflower. And keep that delectable ass up in the air for me.”

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“You and I have some things we need to work out. Are you up for it Little Moon?”

“Does this have something to do with you overhearing me singing?”

“That’s part of it.”

You sigh. “Okay. Give me your worst.”

He grabs the waistband of your shorts, snapping them against your skin. "First I need these off of you. We're gonna have this talk with you warming my cock so you understand just how serious I am." 

With a determined look and slick quickly dampening the crotch of your shorts, you stand up on shaky legs. With an initial push down over your ass, you shimmy them the rest of the way before taking a step out and kicking them off to the side.

His eyes devour your bare lower half, biting his lip as he runs a palm along the bulge in his jeans. “Mmm. Good girl. You really would do anything for me huh?” He hits you with his dazzling smile, the one that always has you weak in the knees. “Come here and unzip me, Omega. I want you to pull me out and sit on the evidence of what your scent does to me, darlin’.”

You can feel your slick beginning to slowly leak down onto your thighs, perfuming the air further with your scent. You squeeze them together before stepping forward and doing as your Alpha requested. You bend over at the hip, ghosting your fingers down his torso until you reach the tented denim, releasing his hard length to the light of day. With a quick squeeze to his base, you straddle his lap and slowly lower yourself down onto his thick cock, letting it fill you up inch by inch. 

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look at the possessiveness and lust swirling in his Cobalt blues. Drawing in a deep breath, your lids become heavy, you can’t help but lose yourself in how good his mouth watering scent mixes with your own sweet essence. As you reopen your eyes, he places a soft kiss on your lips, sliding his hand down to wrap around your throat. "Now be a good little Omega for me and pay attention to what I have to tell you."

You nod your agreement. Your tongue, incapable of forming words at the moment.

“I was next door at Op’s, shooting the shit in the kitchen. Downloading him on all this Tara business. When this music drifts in through the window that faces your backyard.” He pushes his thumb under your chin. “Imagine my surprise when Op tells me it’s probably just you playing around out back.”

You swallow against his fingers. “You heard me.”

“Oh yes, Little Moon. I heard every sweet and tortured word you sang.” He smirks at you. “At first I thought you were just singing to sing. Though the words did sound a bit like a confession. It wasn’t until you finished and Diamond got to chatting that I connected the dots. All those precious words were about me.”

"Yes." You whisper out.

"And here I was, getting called out by Op right before the universe comes and drops a neon sign pointed in your direction." He licks his parched lips. "I originally came over here to tease you about getting high and serenading the neighborhood.” He chuckles to himself. “After hearing you say it wasn’t worth the energy to wait around for me and then still called me out on it when I showed up. Well, darlin' I knew I had to rectify that."

"So that's what this little show of Dominance is all about then? Witnessing the power you as a whole have over me?” You give him a challenging look.

“Not at all.” Unbothered by your accusing tone, he caresses your neck, fingers dipping down until they ghost along your collarbone. “This is all to make it clear where I stand. I heard you loud and clear, Omega. No more dancing around it. I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.” He growls out.

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[steddiebang]

Tell Me, Then Would You Lend A Hand

Author: @funeralbeldam l Artist: @rrrrraatt Posting on Friday, October 13

An exploration of Steve's trauma. How it affects his everyday life, opens him up to Vecna, and sends him on a path of self discovery as the world is ending. His relationships with his friends - most notably one Eddie Munson - and how he views his own self worth. How one man will tear down Steve's curtain to reveal the truth inside, through the power of music. Who says metalheads and jocks -turning-punks can't get along?

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Headaches. Nightmares. Hearing and seeing things.

All symptoms of Steve’s many blows to the head, and all the fucked up shit he’d gone through. His doctor had even warned him that from all the concussions, he might hear noises that weren’t there, or echoes of something loud. Tin…man-itus or some shit. Steve could never remember what it was called, and he sure as hell couldn’t afford to go to the hospital again.

He’d only been seen because the paramedics outside the mall had insisted, and the government had swooped in to cover up all traces of what really happened.

Including Steve’s medical bills, and the visible signs of prolonged torture. A guy like Steve Harrington wouldn’t need therapy - his father would have actually flown home solely to kick his ass if word got out that he was in therapy - so he didn’t get it. 

He was just sent home and told to carry on with his life, and follow the very strict guidelines of his NDA.

So, naturally, he hadn’t thought anything of it. He’d been seeing things ever since that demogorgon crashed through the Byers’ ceiling and changed his life forever. Robin talked about it sometimes - post-traumatic yadda yadda bullshit. She knew a lot about all that psychiatry stuff, and pushed these scary sounding names but Steve waved it off every time  and told her he was fine.

So what if he’d been hearing a clock chiming? It was just his head being stupid, as usual, so he’d ignored it. Passed the headaches off as migraines, remaining thankful that they didn’t always render him completely useless. And, well… Steve did his best not to sleep if he could help it. Avoidance was something he was a pro at.

Read more on October 13!

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i feel like steve definitely feels more secure in showing his love vs saying it anyway (as i've basically said before, saying it has been very painful. h he would just adore hearing it though) partly because he enjoys it but also its the underlying terrified feeling that if he isn't being useful,providing something, that he won't matter. if someone finds joy in something he's doing for them (how he used to host parties for tommy, giving dustin a ride etc) then they've found joy in him. ps: i am having a bad day, have any steve thoughts running through your head you'd like to share? i'd love to read what you have to say

Oh yeah, I definitely agree that Steve shows HIS love, I just think he has a hard time understanding that other people are showing him love. Very sweet idea 💛 He could use all the love

An idea that I have, inspired by all the Frank-N-Furter Eddie things I've seen.

Eddie and Robin are sneaky little devils and decide to snatch some of Steve and Nancy's clothes without getting caught. Steve and Nancy notice of course but are just like "...ok whatever..."

But then they watch Rocky Horror.

Steve and Nancy notice the giggles and the whispers accompanied by the glances their direction.

At the Halloween Party they decide to go to, Eddie and Robin proudly roll up as Brad and Janet in Steve and Nancy's clothing. They have secured best couples costumes, against the odds of not actually being a couple.

Until...

Robin freezes in place as Nancy struts in, hair sprayed red in it's curly glory, rocking fishnets and a maid outfit as Magenta.

But Eddie, Eddie is rendered absolutely dropped-his-beer-can-speechless. Steve presses a red lipsticked kiss to his cheek, towering above him in his heels, the hottest Frank since Tim Curry.

🎃🎃👁👄👁🎃🎃

[starsthatpiercedthesky]

Kinktober Day 8: Threesome

warnings: smut, threesome, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol and weed, fellatio, vaginal fingering, swearing, Steddie pairings: Steddie x Fem!Reader/Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington word count: 1.7k

The three of you sit in the living room of Eddie’s trailer. You’re seated on the floor, your back against the couch. Eddie sits on the armchair and he is sipping his beer. Steve has just returned to the room, two beers in his hand. He throws you yours, and you catch it with ease. It’s been a good few months since Eddie’s close call in the upside down. You were so fucking worried about him when they all returned without him. But Dustin had begged and pleaded for someone to go save Eddie, and you and Steve ended up being the ones to save the metalhead.

“Ahh, what a great way to spend Saturday night.” You croon softly.

Eddie laughs, “What? Drinking my beer and smoking my weed?”

You scoff, “And who saved your ass?”

Steve frowns as he begins drinking his beer. He knows that you’re teasing one another, but he was so afraid of losing either one of you when you and Steve went to save Eddie. The worst thoughts and scenarios went through his mind when he realized he might never see the charming dungeon master ever again. He’d have to console you. But now, with the two of you here, maybe Steve can finally tell you how he feels about the two of you.

“Fine fine,” Eddie ceases his jabbing. “You’re both welcome to my beer and my weed.”

You smirk, “Awhh thanks Eds!”

He blushes at your nickname for him, “anything for you, dollface.”

You look over at Steve, who seems incredibly lost in thought. You don’t want to interrupt the thought process, but you are a little concerned. So you lean up and sit on the couch with Steve, and you place a hand on his shoulder. He jumps a little from the touch, but he’s happy that it’s just you. Steve has been through so much in the last few years, he has grown a little jumpy.

“Cat got your tongue, babycakes?” You ask him, your tone flirty.

He sighs before chugging half his beer, “No. I’m just so happy that you two are alive.”

You smile, “Hear that, Eds? He’s happy we are alive.”

Eddie laughs, “Awhh Harrington! I didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

But something snaps inside of Steve, he is ready to bare his soul to both of you. A near death experience to one of his favorite people will do that to him. He leans over to you and he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You’re rendered speechless, and Eddie isn’t really sure what to say either. The kiss deepens a little and you come closer to Steve. Eddie feels something deep down inside of him growing. Watching Steve kiss you is proving to be almost a little too much.

“What’s going on, Harrington?”

Steve is a little breathless when he pulls away from the kiss, “Look when you were down there…in the upside down, it practically wrecked the both of us, Eddie. Now that you’re back, and you’re both safe…I just want to show you what you both mean to me.”

Steve doesn’t hesitate to pull you onto his lap. He begins kissing you once more, and you can feel his love and passion coming out with every little move he makes. He’s gentle when he pushes some of your hair out of your face. It’s not long before Eddie comes to sit next to the both of you.

“Yeah? You were that worried for me, huh?” Eddie asks him, and he reaches down to take Steve’s hand in his.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe, Munson.”

This warms your heart. You’ve always had a crush on Eddie, and when you met Steve, you were immediately drawn to him. You knew of him, but you were never formally introduced until last year. Steve was charming and sweet and you could tell he has changed a lot since he “king” Steve.

You can’t keep your eyes off the pair. Steve leans in a little closer to Eddie, and soon he closes the gap between the two of them. Eddie lets out a sweet moan when they begin making out. You are truly mesmerized by the sight.

“Shit,” Eddie says breathlessly. “You are such a good kisser, Harrington.”

Steve smirks, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of practice.”

This prompts you to pull Steve in for a kiss. His hands come up to tangle in your hair as you begin to grind against him. This leaves Eddie a little impatient, so when he gets his chance, he pulls you onto his lap and you begin kissing him.

“Fuck baby,” Eddie moans. “Feels like we’re in high school all over again. ‘Member when we used to sneak off in third period to have a quickie in the forest? Mmm, fuck your little pussy was so good back then.”

You slap his chest playfully, “And it’s not good now?”

Steve and Eddie share a mischievous glance. You’re almost a little worried about what they have planned, but you don’t have much time to react before Eddie gets up and throws you over his shoulder. Steve is following behind you two. Eddie brings you into his bedroom and he tosses you onto the bed. It’s not long before he’s crawling on top of you.

“Let’s see if her little pussy is still good, Harrington.”

Steve watches from the doorway for a few moments. Eddie begins undressing you, and he caresses your body wherever he finds exposed skin. His cold metal rings feel so soothing on your hot body. Steve finally comes into the bedroom and he leans down to kiss you. While Eddie continues undressing you and exploring the rest of your body, Steve is playing with your tits.

“You are so fucking adorable,” Eddie mutters as he finally pull

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say shit like that.”

Eddie moans as he parts your thighs. You're so sticky and so wet. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he is practically drooling at the sight of your glistening pussy. He takes a few moments to adjust his rock hard cock in his jeans before leaning back in to inhale your sweetness. Steve groans when he sees the full sight of you naked.

“Jesus,” Eddie grunts. “Fuck you’re just as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you.”

You giggle, “Yeah? When did you fall in love with me?”

Eddie blushes, “The day we met.”

Steve coos at your softness. He never knew how deeply infatuated you two were with each other. Steve leans in to kiss Eddie, and Eddie groans. All of this pleasure is going to culminate into something very passionate and explosive soon. When Eddie pulls away from Steve, this is when Steve takes his chance and begins kissing you.

“He’s right. You are as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you,” Steve confesses. “You’re both beautiful.”

The two of them get off the bed and help each other strip. Your mouth is watering as you watch them begin making out. Steve reaches down to begin stroking Eddie. Eddie squeaks but that soon turns into a guttural moan.

“You’re so cute, Munson.” You quip, and he flips you off.

Steve guides Eddie to join you on the bed. Steve kneels in front of your face and he begins stroking his thick cock. You feel yourself get even more wet; aroused and left wanting from watching Eddie and Steve. You let out a surprised moan when you feel Eddie’s fingers at your entrance.

“How about we find out just exactly how good she is together?” Steven asks Eddie, and Eddie nods his head eagerly.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Eddie grunts. “I love that big brain of yours, Harrington.”

Steve chuckles, “I’ve had a few good ideas in my day.”

You’re about to say something when Steve pushes the head of his cock to your lips. You whine softly before suckling on it, making him groan. Eddie watches in a daze, all while rubbing your clit so teasingly. Soon he can’t help himself, and he grasps his cock. It twitches against your pussy and he thrust it between your soaked folds.

“Just fuck her already, Munson. Show her you meant it when you said you love her.”

Eddie smiles softly, “You’re right.”

The metalhead slips into you slowly, whining at how tightly your walls are clamping down on him. When he’s bottomed out and his balls are plush against your ass, it’s only now that Steve begins thrusting into your mouth. The two of them work in tandem; coaxing you towards your release. Eddie’s long cock keeps rubbing up against your sweet spot, making you see stars.

“Shit, you feel good.” Eddie moans, and Steven grunts in response.

“Good little mouth on her,”

This makes you blush. You are having a hard time not choking on Steve’s thick cock, but he keeps praising you. These soft words fall from his mouth, while Eddie can only grunt nonsense between his panting and whining. If he was with anyone else, he’d be so embarrassed to sound like that. But with the two of you, he knows he can feel safe.

Eddie’s long fingers trail down your body, stopping only to begin rubbing your clit in sloppy circles. You moan around Steve’s cock, making him shudder at the wonderful vibrations that pass right through his cock. He doesn’t know if he’ll actually be able to hold on for much longer.

“Fuck,” Eddie whines. “Fuck fuck fuck, I’m gonna fucking cum if she keeps squeezing me with that cunt of hers.”

Steve moans, “Yeah, I’m close too.”

Eddie looks down at you, “You close too, baby?”

With the nod of your head, the two men begin doubling down on their efforts. It’s not long before your walls begin wildly fluttering, and you are shuddering and shaking. Steve moans as his balls tighten first, and you and Steve fall off the edge together. Eddie isn’t long after, cumming hard with loud curses falling from those pretty lips.

Warmth fills you as Eddie and Steve both paint your inside white. You swallow every last bit of Steve’s cum as your cunt receives Eddie’s hot load. As they both come down, they pull out of you gently. Steve lays beside you as Eddie goes to the bathroom to get you something to clean you up with.

Steve pulls you closer, “I’m so glad I didn’t lose you. I’m glad I didn’t lose either of you.”

[hellfireconcert]

@micsmasmuses

It had been five years since everything went down, Eddie’s name was cleared of the murder accusations as it was claimed he and his friends had escaped from a serial killer, which wasn’t entirely untrue, he had left Hawkins with his uncle, forced to leave behind his chance at happiness. But life was a funny thing, it was full of twists and turns, surprises. The metalhead had never expected to find out that the boy he was in love with seemed to love him back, and that just as they had found each other he was ripped away. His last memory of Hawkins was his final night, filled with passion and love with the only boy that had ever had his heart. Neither of them had thought of the risk, in all honesty Eddie had thought being on testosterone would render him infertile so he hadn’t really realised it was a possibility, but now he had a permanent reminder of that night, of his heart, a beautiful little girl.

But here he was, back in Hawkins. Uncle Wayne had suffered a heart attack a few months earlier, leaving everything to Eddie and Stephanie, it wasn’t a lot but combined with what Eddie had managed to make from working as a mechanic it was enough to start over. He had bought the old garage, there was enough space in the back that the pair could live in there until he was able to get them a home, refusing to return to the trailer park. Of course rumours quickly spread that Eddie the murderer was back within a few days of them being back, he didn’t know if any of his old friends were still around, making the choice not to seek Steve out for fear he had found himself a wife and family.

The pair were walking down the street hand in hand, Eddie’s hair was still long and curly but was currently tied back, he was still dressed very much the same as he did back in the day except he was wearing an Iron Maiden shirt and only the leather jacket, not the denim vest. Stephanie on the other hand was dressed just like her dad but with a little denim vest that was covered in pony patches that Eddie had clearly custom mad for her and she was wearing a pink shirt that had ‘girls play basketball too’ written on it. She had Eddie’s large brown eyes but her hair was a lighter shade of brown with soft curls and a pink baseball cap with another pony on it. That was when it happened, they had been approaching the grocery store when Steve walked out of it, Eddie stopped dead in his tracks. “Papa?” Stephanie questioned as she looked up at him, trying to figure out why he stopped walking as Eddie just stared at Steve, frozen in place.

[griefabyss69]

04 vampire argument sequel! I just, I see 'vampire' and I have to ask

Yesss!! It's nice to take a look back in this document after being away from it for a few months!! Thank youuuu <3 <3 <3 This is the sequel to Between Light and Darkness, the first in the Grey Heavens series (the rest of the series is microfics that aren't really in any kind of chronological order) Rated T or M idk, also some of this might not be understandable without the context of the first fic, but it's probably fine to read without it!

After that first night, the one where Steve put the life back into him with his dick, they don't actually come to an agreement on who was right.

It's such a petty thing now, they have a solution that renders the argument useless, but whenever Steve does that thing with his eyebrows and rolls his eyes at him, he can't help but argue back, something intense buzzing under his skin.

He's seen a lot more of Steve in the past week than he ever had, even during the most horrific moments of his life, and that's not just his body.

That's also the emotional fortitude he has, more of the cliche charm he'd gotten a peek of the first night, and the fact that when they're alone he can be softer than a pillow made of clouds.

Eddie's into that too - thought he might start weeping when they had dragged themselves into Steve's bed, below a window where they'd hastily tacked up thick sheets over the thinner curtains, where Steve had slowly pressed his lips to the corner of Eddie's mouth. Eddie had brought a book up with him, and held it open on the same page for hours after Steve had fallen asleep, watching the sweet flutter of his eyelashes with the same focus he had given his dick a few hours before.

But.

No matter what kind of multifaceted emotional depth the guy has, being stubborn and bitchy is a cornerstone to his whole personality.

It's motivating, that's for sure. The cocky attitude Steve has sometimes. When he's straightening his spine until he's got his full height as he slowly paces around the basement, hands dismissive at the same point Eddie's made for the tenth time that hour. It's cyclical, never quite a fight but always gets him riled up, and brings out Steve's bitchiness on a predictable level.

Eddie's never that hungry anymore, can go a day or two without feeding, a thought that brings a rush of blood to his cheeks that still boggles his mind a little bit. So his mind is fast and his dick is even faster, the back and forth of what's starting to seem more like a comedy routine turning into foreplay for him.

"Again, dude. We have the literal scientific evidence that I don't need your blood and you're still saying that I should've just done it?" Eddie scoffs, getting up from his spot on the couch.

He stalks over to Steve, way more comfortable with getting close to him now, no matter how delicious he smells. He thinks the constant temptation of what he can only liken to is various foods he must eat when he's drunk is a fair trade off for being able to hear what it does to Steve's heartbeat when he cuts in front of him, making him stop.

"Yes, because we didn't know that you," Steve says, eyes tracing over Eddie's face before they get stuck on his mouth. "You uh, can live off of other stuff."

It's practically shy, the way he says it, which means he's starting to get flustered, and maybe he's picked up on Eddie's heartbeat too, the janky little kick-drum in his chest that can't really figure itself out most of the time. He knows his cheeks are red, whenever he's alone with Steve these days it happens like a reflex, but that alone should be evidence that he's doing fine, he's like, Vampire-Healthy.

Steve could step around him and continue pacing, Eddie's not going to pull a weird aggro move out and block him like a bully in a shitty teen movie, but he doesn't seem to think of it, just stands there with his body tense like he's ready to keep moving but Eddie had pressed pause on him.

The morning after that first night - when Eddie woke Steve up before heading downstairs to actually sleep before the sun's rays properly broke over the horizon, aiming high powered beams of death in through all of the windows on the ground floor - they had talked a bit.

Steve hadn't been shy then, even as he yawned and took Eddie's hand, keeping their fingers threaded together even when Eddie had to step behind them so they could get down the stairs. He just talked plainly, lighting up every cell in Eddie's body with facts such as, "Last night was the hottest thing ever," and "We don't have to do it again but if we can't I need like three business days to get over that".

[vlvttt]

The Glorious Days Have Gone

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part one

WC: 2,099

Cecilia Ida Harrington had always known who she was. Self-assured and confident- nothing could possibly drag her down. However, moving to a small town from the city that never sleeps can be quite a rough transition. 

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1985

Staring out the window had never been more interesting. Stacked boxes filled the room to the brim- stripping the room bare and rendering it lifeless. I felt as though I had no right to feel this way; I mean anybody would be upset if they were told they were leaving their friends, their school, and their entire life behind- right? 

I’ll admit; I’m bitter. Not exactly at my parents, that would be unfair, though- I can’t help but feel a little bit of resentment. The cloud of dread that floated above me was starting to become more and more unbearable as the seconds went by. I decided to stand up and finally finish packing so I wouldn’t sink through the floor and fall into an overwhelming depression.

I thanked the gods that I’d been gradually putting all my things away throughout the week; lord knows I definitely wouldn’t have gotten anything done today. There was a small spark of excitement deep inside of me despite the awful feelings that rippled through me. I guess a change of environment would be nice, although the chaos of the city was oddly comforting a change of pace would do me good. Moving to Hawkins also meant that I would be closer to family- well not really. From what I’ve been told my cousin spent most of his time at home alone, his parents were never really around much and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. In my head, my parents are the complete opposite, they’re incredibly kind and compassionate and I wish he had the same pillars of support I did. I think being practically ostracized by most of your family for becoming a parent at the age of 15 has debilitating effects on your psyche.

My father and uncle never lost touch, and even helped my mom and dad out a little when they were really desperate. I didn’t really hold the rest of my family to high standards, however. They were repulsive, self-centered, money-hungry people who came flocking back to my father's feet when success came. I don’t communicate much with them, except for Steve. 

Time went by quickly and suddenly I was sitting in the backseat of the car and we were on our way to Indiana. 

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The trip was long and I desperately wanted to smash my head against the concrete. After nearly half a day, we finally arrived in the quaint town. 

“Alright, shouldn’t be too long now.” I somehow managed to catch my dad saying through my headphones. 

We finally arrived at our new home, it felt a little odd since I was used to apartment complexes and tightly packed buildings but it did feel more welcoming in a way. The promise of a garden is what kept me going since my parents broke the news that we were leaving the city for some small town in the midwest. 

“I’m gonna go look around.” Without waiting for a response I walked off and went past the front gate and into the backyard. At that moment, I decided I wouldn’t allow myself to be miserable, the sight before me was wonderful and I could immediately feel my mood rising much higher than ever before. 

“Cecilia!” I heard my mom shout, over and over since once was not enough I guess. I made my way back toward the front of the house to where she was standing. “Ceci- Oh hey, can you help your father unload the boxes? I need to get this moving shit figured out.” 

I nodded with a slight chuckle and began to help the ancient man in dire need of assistance. “So whadya think so far? Pretty nice right?” he said with a grunt as he lifted the heavier of the boxes. “Yup, not as terrible as I thought it would be honestly.” We made our way past the front door and into the living room. “At least there won’t be a lingering scent of shit and piss everywhere you go- this town seems to be less primitive in that aspect.” 

–

Later in the day, we made our way to my uncle’s house and I was buzzing with excitement since that meant I got to see Steve. This would be the highlight of my day- my week even. It felt like I was receiving bad news after bad news and I really needed a moment to be able to sit back and do nothing.

“Steve!”

“Cecilia!” I catapulted myself into his arms and he spun me around, setting me down with a kiss on the cheek. “Geez- you almost knocked me down there. I could’ve died.” I rolled my eyes as I took a step back, “Well I would’ve been the last thing you saw before your untimely death, but I digress, I haven’t seen you in the flesh in so long-” taking a step back I took a good look at him, “how have you been dingus?” With a grin, he lead me into the house and into the living room, but not before I greeted my aunt and uncle. He plopped himself on the couch and I followed suit. 

“Well, I got a job- and I’m miserable, but what can you do.” Steve let out a heavy sigh, I remembered our past phone calls and I pitied him, he definitely didn’t deserve to feel the way he did.

“God I can’t believe your dad’s really punishing you like this.” I glanced at him, “you don’t deserve that.”

“It builds character though! But it’s so dehumanizing, you could say I’m a changed man.” 

A giggle left my mouth and I was about to reply but was rudely interrupted by my aunt announcing that dinner was ready, “We’ll talk later.” 

–--

A couple of days after moving to town was the day I would begin school. At the only high school in a 15 mile radius. God take me now. 

Steve had offered to drop me off and of course, I took him up on that offer- I’ll be damned if I took the bus to school. Sometimes I missed that you could walk anywhere and everywhere and it was normal, but you could walk along the street here and people would look at you like you had three heads.

Stepping out of the car and into the building I couldn’t ignore the number of stares I was receiving, I was suddenly hyper-aware of myself and everything surrounding me. 

Arriving at the front office, I stepped into the dull room to retrieve my schedule. I stood awkwardly for a few moments, “Can I help you?” the seemingly kind middle-aged woman questioned. “Uh, I’m new here. I need my schedule.” She looked at me expectantly, “Sorry, um- Cecilia Harrington.” With a nod, she stood from where she was sitting and went to the filing cabinet at her right. 

“Here you go, do you need someone to help you find your way around?”

“No thank you I think I’ll manage.” I left the office and studied the piece of paper in my hands, ‘English for first period? Great.’ The first warning bell rang loud and produced the first headache of my day, I decided I might as well find that class now so I wouldn’t get lost like a dumbass in this tiny school. When I finally managed to find the class I found a seat in the back of the room that was right by the window, just in time as the final bell rang. 

The teacher, whose name I learned was Mrs.O’Donnell, began to make some sort of announcement that I couldn’t really care less for. “Before I forget! We have a new student! Why don’t you introduce yourself?” She motioned for me to make my way to the front of the class and I felt targeted, but what can you do? “I’m Cecilia Harrington, just moved from New York City. I hope to become friends with you all!” I have never been more fake in my life, I thought. I’ve learned that the only way to survive in the grueling environment of public schools was to pretend to be someone you’re not, and hopefully, I could play the part. I definitely wouldn’t become friends with half of the people in this room, not to be judgy or whatever but they seemed like assholes at a glance.

Just as I sat back down, someone burst into the room, “Late again Mr.Munson” the teacher said pointedly, “take a seat.” Without a word the brooding teenager (although he looked a little too old to be here- so that’s up for question) sat down in the only empty seat, which just so happened to be the one beside me. I couldn’t help but glance at his outfit, it was pretty cool honestly. Distressed jeans embellished with chains, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Pretty fucking sick if you ask me. As my eyes made my way up, I realized he was staring at me as well. I gave him a slight smile and diverted my attention to the teacher.

—-

The time for lunch finally came around. Fortunately, I met a sweet girl, Clarissa? Christine? Chrissy! I felt a little guilty that I couldn’t really remember her name but I did have quite a lot on my mind. For example: where am I going to get my weed from now? New York was huge, there was always someone who knew someone, who knew someone else, and so on and so forth. But I was currently in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, and I was genuinely stressing.

Anyway, Chrissy had invited me to sit with her and her friends at their table. I’d be stupid to not accept that offer unless I wanted to be a loser with no friends, so I went and sat with them. 

They honestly weren’t bad, I try not to have any biases, but a table full of cheerleaders and jocks is quite intimidating and I thought they would all be mindless jackasses but they, unfortunately, proved me wrong. I couldn’t help but feel like I had some sort of advantage, however. I mean I’m completely aware of the fact that I'm a Harrington, and I’m sure people know a lot more than they should about my family. 

I turned to face Chrissy to hopefully find some answers for my needs, “Hey, I know we literally just met today and this may be a bit forward but- do you know anyone who sells weed?” She let out a little giggle, which I thought was quite endearing honestly, and turned to whisper in my ear. 

“You see that guy over there?” she pointed towards a table, “the guy with long hair, his names eddie, he’s who you’re looking for.”

With a dramatic gasp, I looked her in the eyes and grabbed her hands, “I owe you my life.”

—-

I may or may not have asked around on where I could find Eddie on this fine friday afternoon. To my luck, I didn’t need to ask much and I tried to formulate a plan on how to approach him.

I stalked outside the drama room like a weirdo attempting to conjure any possible path for me to take into the drama room. I mean, I had no business here. I didn’t have theater, I wasn’t a drama kid, so what could I possibly be doing here? I didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, and I definitely didn’t hear the sounds of the steps coming my way as I paced back and forth in the hallway. 

I practically slammed myself into this person’s chest, “Holy shit, my bad,” they said as they grabbed me by the arms to balance me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, that was totally my fault- Actually,” I paused, “you’re just who I was looking for.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“You’re eddie, right? I’ve heard about your- uh- business endeavors.” I looked up at him, hoping that he got what I was saying. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah that’d be me. Uh, you looking to buy?” I nodded. He was cute. Hot even. I couldn’t help but stare a little, “Okay, well uh- meet me by the bleachers later today, 5:30?” I almost didn’t reply but I caught myself before I looked like a fucking fool, “yeah that’s cool,” I made my way past him, looking over my shoulder with a smile painting my face, “see ya around, eddie.”

I knew then I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him.

—-

A/N:

yassssss my very first fanfic omgggggg. 😜

This first part may be a lil short but think of it as an introductory chapter

Also, I fucking suck at dialogue so bear with me please.

Feedback is always appreciated!!!

I’ll be on my knees kissing ur feet if u comment or reblog <3

[jessybarnes]

Hi!! For the fanfic emoji ask game, can you answer the following? 😬 🤲 ✍️ 💞 🍆

Hi, lovey ❤️ Thank you for the ask!

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😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or co-workers to stumble upon?

Am I only supposed to pick one? 😅 Umm, well, I only let specific people that I know personally read my stuff, but if I had to choose one fic then it would be this one. It's so filthy... my conservative parents would die if they read it, I'd be fired if my boss came across it, and I'm pretty sure my FBI agent smokes four packs a day because of it. 😅🤣🤷🏽‍♀️

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a WIP?

Of course, I will! This is a Teacher!Sebastian Stan x Female!Student!Reader (Reader is 18) that I'm working on. It's about a quarter of the way done. Here's a little bit of it 🥰

He was in front of you now, a concerned look on his face as his gaze swept over your body. "Hey, you okay? You look a little flush."

The truth was, you weren't okay. Your day was shit, you probably had detention to add to it now, and to top it all off you were making a complete fool of yourself in front of what had to be a literal greek god.

"My…my um…l-locker…"

He looked from you to the still-locked padlock, a soft knowing smile appearing on his face. "Ah, the dreaded lock givin' you troubles, hm? I can help you with that, but first, let's get you a pass so you're excused from being tardy. Where ya headed?"

You were still trying to process the fact that he was going to excuse you from being late, that you forgot he was still waiting on you to answer him. The problem was, your brain-to-mouth function had rendered itself nonexistent. It definitely wasn't because of the whole slough of carnal thoughts flashing through your mind. Nope. Not at all.

"Um…E-English…," you swallowed hard, "English Literature."

The mystery man chuckled and shook his head, one of his large hands coming up to run through his hair. You, of course, followed the action because how could you not?

"Well, that's great! I don't have to write you a pass after all. I'm the new teacher." He winked and your knees buckled. "It just so happens we aren't using the textbook today. C'mon, we can walk together."

✍️ Do you have a beta reader?

I do! I have three and they're absolutely lovely! They Beta my longer fics. My shorter ones I just have Grammarly do lol. Two of them have blogs on here and the other one did at one time but I'm not sure if she still uses it. @madashatters18 and @nerdygingermoose88 shoutout to you two lovely ladies. My 3rd Beta reader’s name is Tiffany. 🥰

💞 Who's your comfort character?

There's no possible way for me to pick one, so you're getting a list. 🥰

Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, and Severus Snape as well as all of the actors who play them.

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular NSFW fic?

I certainly do! I love writing smut lol. As of today, my most popular NSFW fic is, Insatiable with Chris Evans x F!Reader