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trashmouth-richie Ā· 12 hours
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let me just say- absolutely zero disrespect here but iā€™m so jealous of girls with cute tiny titties
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clap for the clowns šŸ¤”
The fact that Noah is doubling down- I hope the both of them lose their entire careers.
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 12 hours
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eddie makes you a mix tape labeled:
ā€œsongs i masturbated to before you agreed to go out with meā€
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ā€œVol. 1ā€
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kamaakskanaka šŸ„° back at youuu
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 14 hours
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at least try to be creative if youā€™re gonna send me anon hate šŸ¤­
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 15 hours
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iā€™m cackling at thiss
Alexa play I'm a slave for you by Brittany Spears @ Joe Quinn
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 17 hours
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me needing to reread the chapter 4
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steve at the party in upcoming chapter for torn
I think he's looking a little more serious. Lol
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 19 hours
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Hereā€™s me asking super super nicely for a part two of crunch and parking lot the angst was just chefs kiss and ya canā€™t leave me hanging like that šŸ«£šŸ–¤
iā€™m working on this! šŸ«¶šŸ«¶šŸ«¶šŸ«¶šŸ«¶
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 19 hours
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the amount of times iā€™ve watched the trailer is too alarming
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 21 hours
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iā€™m already writing it sooo jqjanananakalqkqisjjzuqu
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love sick! eddie x fem reader
eddie comes to your house in the middle of a rainstorm begging for something you canā€™t give him
hurt no comfort, reader is kinda a fuck girl in this situation, eddie is sweet, smut 18+ only mdni
Rain pattered loud against the windows, thunder clapped and rumbled in before the lightning rode behind and brightened the midnight sky. His hair was sopping wet, dark waves drenched to silky ropes. You didnā€™t know how long he was knocking before the repetitive noise had woken you.Ā 
He was soaked.
Soggy Reeboks squished against the doormat as he chattered his teeth unwillingly through the threshold of your front door.Ā 
Water pooled around his feet as you counted the slow drops of rain fallingĀ  from his fingertips onto the carpet. A steady rhythmā€” anything to keep your eyes from seeing the hurt etched into his face.Ā 
A fling was all this was supposed to be. Nothing serious. Ā  No feelings. You kept your side of the bargain but Eddie fell for you before he could stop himself. He thought if he kept his feelings hidden you wouldnā€™t catch onto them, or maybe he silently hoped you also had feelings for him.Ā 
It wasnā€™t until he noticed your car parked outside of Steve Harringtonā€™s house, on the way to work one morning. Dew slicking your windows, that he realized you had been there since night, having spent the evening tucked into a king bed with Steve, of all people.Ā Ā 
He ignored his aching heart, shook away the hurt. The smile he put on when you stopped by his work to have a quickie in the bathroom, was practically believable, award winning.
Your car showed up in other driveways, and he wondered if youā€™d always been thereā€” under his nose, or if this was new for you.Ā 
Eddie wanted you all to himself. But that was not part of what this was. Months went by and he never once turned down your midnight calls. He ignored hickies that werenā€™t from him, earrings with initials that werenā€™t his or yours. He wouldnā€™t dare lose you because he couldnā€™t handle how he felt. But one night he messed up.
The night was like any other, he was buried inside of you, as you rode him in the tub. Soapy water was splashed all over the floor, his tattoos looked alive beneath the shimmery smears of body wash. As your tits bounced in his face, your fingers were curled tight at the back of his neck, wringing the wet from his curls.Ā 
And it slipped.
You felt so good, your perfect body full in his hands, delicious curves and smooth skin he could never get enough. Heā€™d never forget the tangy lick of cherry on your lips, the way your eyes closed as you came.Ā 
Three words fell like a prayer from his lips, a spewed string of murmurs that stung his eyes from relief, finally letting it out. And as he came you stopped cold.Ā 
And that was it.Ā 
It had been a month. Arguably the worst month of Eddie Munsonā€™s life.Ā 
A month spent drunk and high, only to find out that the demons couldnā€™t be deceived. The reality of you telling him it was over hit him over and over again. Your face, the tears you wouldnā€™t allow yourself to fall, blinded his dreams, tortured his sober hours. He was a wreck.Ā 
Arms crossed tight, socked toes working into the carpet you havenā€™t stopped staring at the water running from his rings.Ā 
ā€œEddieā€¦ what are you doing in the rain?ā€Ā 
He couldnā€™t tell you that he walked here from The Hideout. That he just needed to see your face.Ā 
ā€œAre you drunk?ā€ You reach for the keys on the little hook shelf he had put up for you after it sat in a plastic bag on your table for weeks. He teased you about knowing your way around a screw driver, put the wall stud meter on himself and told you it was broken when it didnā€™t beep.
He didnā€™t say anything and you sighed clutching the keys in your palm and reaching for a jacket, ā€œcā€™mon, let me drive you home.ā€Ā 
He held your arm before it could grip the cotton of your jacket, bringing it down to your side.Ā 
ā€œPlease..ā€ he begged, a cold hand moved to your cheek and you finally looked at him. Almost taken aback by the purple circles of agony coloring his under eyes, his skin was sickly ghost-white and pale, ā€œI wanted to see you.ā€Ā 
You breathed his name as his fingers curled around your jaw, sighing, closing your eyes, ā€œI canā€™tā€¦ I canā€™t be what you need.ā€Ā 
Love wasnā€™t for you. It never had been, and he understood thatā€¦ until he didnā€™t, until he told you he loved you, until he swore you felt the same. But you didnā€™t, you couldnā€™t.Ā 
He felt insane coming here. The guys tried to stop him but he wouldnā€™t listen.
ā€œI know, I justā€¦ā€ what he wanted was you, wanted to feel your body pressed to his, wanted to taste your lips as you desperately unzipped his pantsā€” giggling in the empty hallway to his bedroom.Ā 
He wanted to hear your pretty sighs as he nipped at your thighs, feel your knees buckle when his fingers pushed past your warm slick lips under your skirt.Ā 
ā€œ..didnā€™t get toā€” I know you canā€™t change how you feel but..ā€
ā€œEddieā€¦ā€
ā€œā€¦lie to me.ā€Ā 
Youā€™re stunned, staring back at him at his wild eyes filled with so much hurt you could feel it in your soul. ā€œIā€¦ donā€™t understand.ā€Ā 
He wets his lips then, and you can taste the bated breath on them, the intoxicating essence that Eddie always filled you with, and you yearn for more.Ā 
Heā€™s so close to you now, pressing your back firmly against the shut door. his wet hair beading onto the thin strap of your tank top.Ā 
ā€œPlease sweetheart,ā€ he whispers, moving the strap down your arm, ā€œ.. lie to me, tell me you love me.ā€Ā 
You hang your head, murmuring out a plea thatā€™s formed with hot staticky lust and pain, ā€œI donā€™t want to hurt you Eds.ā€Ā 
A finger hooks under your chin bringing you back up to him and he smiles with tears in his eyes, ā€œyou wonā€™t baby, you never could.ā€Ā 
You say it and his lips find yours in a heated squish of flesh and teeth. The gasping breath echoing along the walls as Eddie hooks his arms beneath your knees and carries you tight against his chest to your room.Ā 
Your arms untangle the leather jacket from his shoulders, and when he sets you down like a dainty flower on your mattress he finishes the hasty job of wrestling his arms out from the destroyed fabric and it slaps to the ground.Ā 
Clothes are everywhere, yours dry and his completely soaked, he shivers in his nakedness, skin bitter cold to the touch. He seethes when your warm hands pull him down to you, your body practically a furnace against his.Ā 
His mouth is hot against the column of your throat, sliding his tongue around the silk of your skin. His hips roll into your body when he smells your shampoo, fuck heā€™s missed you.Ā 
Youā€™ve missed him. Nobody in Hawkins could compare to the way Eddie made you feel.Ā 
He intertwined your fingers like loverā€™s would and you let him. Easy to pretend that you were both on the same page of feelings, everything with Eddie came easy. Heā€™s murmuring nonsense into your neck, tongue swirling, teeth biting, marking you up the last time.Ā 
He wanted to be yours. Wanted you to want to be his. But he had to let you go, and tonight he would spend as much time as he could bringing you over the edge of the peaceful shattering of pleasure.Ā 
He moves down your body kissing between the valley of your tits, lapping up your honey sweet nipples like they were made of nectar. Never getting enough.Ā 
Your pitiful moans dance like dandelions around your room and he nearly cums on your blanket when you pant his name as his tongue licks up your cunt.Ā 
Heā€™d missed your taste, the way heā€™d fuck you stupid and hours later he could still taste you on his lips. You wrap your thighs around his head like he knew you would.Ā 
A peek up your body and your fingers were fisting the comforter, and he smirked into your clit.Ā 
Whoever you were fucking now must not be doing it right because you had come fast on his tongue not once, but twice, and his heart swelled with pride.Ā 
When he climbed back up the bed, your eyes were shut and you looked drunk, ragged breathing making your heart skip beats.Ā 
He lays beside you, kissing your bare shoulder, working a path to your cheek, waiting patiently for your strength to come back, whispering how heā€™s missed you, how beautiful you are, and you hold back tears.Ā 
-
You said it again when he stretched you open, gasping and crying out from his size, ā€œ..fuck, so so so big.ā€Ā 
He chuckled into your neck, pistoning his hips with a jerk causing you to moan, ā€œdonā€™t want you to forget about me pretty girl.ā€Ā 
Your reply is snuffed out into his neck, slurred out with moans and murmurs of his name. He fucked you hard then slow, a lazy rhythm with his forehead resting on yours, collecting your lips with his whenever he could, swallowing each others groans.
Heā€™s close, and so are you. You can feel his arms beginning to shake, and his breathing picks up in racing tandem with yours. ā€œwhereā€™d you want me?ā€Ā 
Your eyes are rolled back and youā€™re arching your back from the bed, babbling a plea of how you donā€™t care where, and your orgasm snaps.Ā 
Eyes pinched and huffing you both come at the same time, tangled in sweaty sheets and frizzy hair. Itā€™s pure bliss, no matter how ignorant you may both be in the moment.
ā€”
Hours pass. Eddieā€™s light snores keep you company with the hum from the dryer filled with his clothes. Your fingers slide through his curls, working knots out with your fingernails as he lays heavy on your chest. His lips are red from the night, maybe a bit swollen.Ā 
Pushing back his bangs you get a good look at his features. The bulby nose, the silver scar on his forehead that you never thought to ask where it came from. The thick sweep of black lashes contrasting to his porcelain skin. He was beautiful.Ā 
And you were a liar.Ā 
Saying it a third time tonight, you say the three word lie Eddie begged you to tell him.Ā 
He was fooled, and youā€™d keep doing it to protect him from you. Because saying you loved Eddie, never was a lie.Ā 
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love sick! eddie x fem reader
eddie comes to your house in the middle of a rainstorm begging for something you canā€™t give him
hurt no comfort, reader is kinda a fuck girl in this situation, eddie is sweet, smut 18+ only mdni
Rain pattered loud against the windows, thunder clapped and rumbled in before the lightning rode behind and brightened the midnight sky. His hair was sopping wet, dark waves drenched to silky ropes. You didnā€™t know how long he was knocking before the repetitive noise had woken you.Ā 
He was soaked.
Soggy Reeboks squished against the doormat as he chattered his teeth unwillingly through the threshold of your front door.Ā 
Water pooled around his feet as you counted the slow drops of rain fallingĀ  from his fingertips onto the carpet. A steady rhythmā€” anything to keep your eyes from seeing the hurt etched into his face.Ā 
A fling was all this was supposed to be. Nothing serious. Ā  No feelings. You kept your side of the bargain but Eddie fell for you before he could stop himself. He thought if he kept his feelings hidden you wouldnā€™t catch onto them, or maybe he silently hoped you also had feelings for him.Ā 
It wasnā€™t until he noticed your car parked outside of Steve Harringtonā€™s house, on the way to work one morning. Dew slicking your windows, that he realized you had been there since night, having spent the evening tucked into a king bed with Steve, of all people.Ā Ā 
He ignored his aching heart, shook away the hurt. The smile he put on when you stopped by his work to have a quickie in the bathroom, was practically believable, award winning.
Your car showed up in other driveways, and he wondered if youā€™d always been thereā€” under his nose, or if this was new for you.Ā 
Eddie wanted you all to himself. But that was not part of what this was. Months went by and he never once turned down your midnight calls. He ignored hickies that werenā€™t from him, earrings with initials that werenā€™t his or yours. He wouldnā€™t dare lose you because he couldnā€™t handle how he felt. But one night he messed up.
The night was like any other, he was buried inside of you, as you rode him in the tub. Soapy water was splashed all over the floor, his tattoos looked alive beneath the shimmery smears of body wash. As your tits bounced in his face, your fingers were curled tight at the back of his neck, wringing the wet from his curls.Ā 
And it slipped.
You felt so good, your perfect body full in his hands, delicious curves and smooth skin he could never get enough. Heā€™d never forget the tangy lick of cherry on your lips, the way your eyes closed as you came.Ā 
Three words fell like a prayer from his lips, a spewed string of murmurs that stung his eyes from relief, finally letting it out. And as he came you stopped cold.Ā 
And that was it.Ā 
It had been a month. Arguably the worst month of Eddie Munsonā€™s life.Ā 
A month spent drunk and high, only to find out that the demons couldnā€™t be deceived. The reality of you telling him it was over hit him over and over again. Your face, the tears you wouldnā€™t allow yourself to fall, blinded his dreams, tortured his sober hours. He was a wreck.Ā 
Arms crossed tight, socked toes working into the carpet you havenā€™t stopped staring at the water running from his rings.Ā 
ā€œEddieā€¦ what are you doing in the rain?ā€Ā 
He couldnā€™t tell you that he walked here from The Hideout. That he just needed to see your face.Ā 
ā€œAre you drunk?ā€ You reach for the keys on the little hook shelf he had put up for you after it sat in a plastic bag on your table for weeks. He teased you about knowing your way around a screw driver, put the wall stud meter on himself and told you it was broken when it didnā€™t beep.
He didnā€™t say anything and you sighed clutching the keys in your palm and reaching for a jacket, ā€œcā€™mon, let me drive you home.ā€Ā 
He held your arm before it could grip the cotton of your jacket, bringing it down to your side.Ā 
ā€œPlease..ā€ he begged, a cold hand moved to your cheek and you finally looked at him. Almost taken aback by the purple circles of agony coloring his under eyes, his skin was sickly ghost-white and pale, ā€œI wanted to see you.ā€Ā 
You breathed his name as his fingers curled around your jaw, sighing, closing your eyes, ā€œI canā€™tā€¦ I canā€™t be what you need.ā€Ā 
Love wasnā€™t for you. It never had been, and he understood thatā€¦ until he didnā€™t, until he told you he loved you, until he swore you felt the same. But you didnā€™t, you couldnā€™t.Ā 
He felt insane coming here. The guys tried to stop him but he wouldnā€™t listen.
ā€œI know, I justā€¦ā€ what he wanted was you, wanted to feel your body pressed to his, wanted to taste your lips as you desperately unzipped his pantsā€” giggling in the empty hallway to his bedroom.Ā 
He wanted to hear your pretty sighs as he nipped at your thighs, feel your knees buckle when his fingers pushed past your warm slick lips under your skirt.Ā 
ā€œ..didnā€™t get toā€” I know you canā€™t change how you feel but..ā€
ā€œEddieā€¦ā€
ā€œā€¦lie to me.ā€Ā 
Youā€™re stunned, staring back at him at his wild eyes filled with so much hurt you could feel it in your soul. ā€œIā€¦ donā€™t understand.ā€Ā 
He wets his lips then, and you can taste the bated breath on them, the intoxicating essence that Eddie always filled you with, and you yearn for more.Ā 
Heā€™s so close to you now, pressing your back firmly against the shut door. his wet hair beading onto the thin strap of your tank top.Ā 
ā€œPlease sweetheart,ā€ he whispers, moving the strap down your arm, ā€œ.. lie to me, tell me you love me.ā€Ā 
You hang your head, murmuring out a plea thatā€™s formed with hot staticky lust and pain, ā€œI donā€™t want to hurt you Eds.ā€Ā 
A finger hooks under your chin bringing you back up to him and he smiles with tears in his eyes, ā€œyou wonā€™t baby, you never could.ā€Ā 
You say it and his lips find yours in a heated squish of flesh and teeth. The gasping breath echoing along the walls as Eddie hooks his arms beneath your knees and carries you tight against his chest to your room.Ā 
Your arms untangle the leather jacket from his shoulders, and when he sets you down like a dainty flower on your mattress he finishes the hasty job of wrestling his arms out from the destroyed fabric and it slaps to the ground.Ā 
Clothes are everywhere, yours dry and his completely soaked, he shivers in his nakedness, skin bitter cold to the touch. He seethes when your warm hands pull him down to you, your body practically a furnace against his.Ā 
His mouth is hot against the column of your throat, sliding his tongue around the silk of your skin. His hips roll into your body when he smells your shampoo, fuck heā€™s missed you.Ā 
Youā€™ve missed him. Nobody in Hawkins could compare to the way Eddie made you feel.Ā 
He intertwined your fingers like loverā€™s would and you let him. Easy to pretend that you were both on the same page of feelings, everything with Eddie came easy. Heā€™s murmuring nonsense into your neck, tongue swirling, teeth biting, marking you up the last time.Ā 
He wanted to be yours. Wanted you to want to be his. But he had to let you go, and tonight he would spend as much time as he could bringing you over the edge of the peaceful shattering of pleasure.Ā 
He moves down your body kissing between the valley of your tits, lapping up your honey sweet nipples like they were made of nectar. Never getting enough.Ā 
Your pitiful moans dance like dandelions around your room and he nearly cums on your blanket when you pant his name as his tongue licks up your cunt.Ā 
Heā€™d missed your taste, the way heā€™d fuck you stupid and hours later he could still taste you on his lips. You wrap your thighs around his head like he knew you would.Ā 
A peek up your body and your fingers were fisting the comforter, and he smirked into your clit.Ā 
Whoever you were fucking now must not be doing it right because you had come fast on his tongue not once, but twice, and his heart swelled with pride.Ā 
When he climbed back up the bed, your eyes were shut and you looked drunk, ragged breathing making your heart skip beats.Ā 
He lays beside you, kissing your bare shoulder, working a path to your cheek, waiting patiently for your strength to come back, whispering how heā€™s missed you, how beautiful you are, and you hold back tears.Ā 
-
You said it again when he stretched you open, gasping and crying out from his size, ā€œ..fuck, so so so big.ā€Ā 
He chuckled into your neck, pistoning his hips with a jerk causing you to moan, ā€œdonā€™t want you to forget about me pretty girl.ā€Ā 
Your reply is snuffed out into his neck, slurred out with moans and murmurs of his name. He fucked you hard then slow, a lazy rhythm with his forehead resting on yours, collecting your lips with his whenever he could, swallowing each others groans.
Heā€™s close, and so are you. You can feel his arms beginning to shake, and his breathing picks up in racing tandem with yours. ā€œwhereā€™d you want me?ā€Ā 
Your eyes are rolled back and youā€™re arching your back from the bed, babbling a plea of how you donā€™t care where, and your orgasm snaps.Ā 
Eyes pinched and huffing you both come at the same time, tangled in sweaty sheets and frizzy hair. Itā€™s pure bliss, no matter how ignorant you may both be in the moment.
ā€”
Hours pass. Eddieā€™s light snores keep you company with the hum from the dryer filled with his clothes. Your fingers slide through his curls, working knots out with your fingernails as he lays heavy on your chest. His lips are red from the night, maybe a bit swollen.Ā 
Pushing back his bangs you get a good look at his features. The bulby nose, the silver scar on his forehead that you never thought to ask where it came from. The thick sweep of black lashes contrasting to his porcelain skin. He was beautiful.Ā 
And you were a liar.Ā 
Saying it a third time tonight, you say the three word lie Eddie begged you to tell him.Ā 
He was fooled, and youā€™d keep doing it to protect him from you. Because saying you loved Eddie, never was a lie.Ā 
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he looks like heā€™d be the guy to get mad about a march madness bracket šŸ€ full on hands in hair until itā€™s standing straight up.. walking around, yelling at the tv ā€¦ iā€™m into it
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forget touching grass i need to touch chest hair
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trashmouth-richie Ā· 23 hours
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HELP look at that fat ass harrington kankakee
THE PUSHED BACK BANGS ON EDDIE?! fuck
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Did someone say...arms...???
... but yes, Joseph is definitely not fit to play Johnny Strom
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