#Hawkins is in danger
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thinking about a no upside down au steddie fic where steve and eddie run into each other years after moving away from hawkins, and eddie remembers steve and his fall from grace as king, and is kind of intrigued to see what kind of person he is now
and steve doesnât remember him at all at first, because, look, eddie changed his hair again, and steveâs had a few head injuries (no upside down but i imagine he still went thru some shit with the party and with robin), and he didnât really think about eddie in high school anyway, and heâs trying to forget about hawkins as much as possible (besides the kiddos, but theyâre all moved out for college now, anyway) (obviously he lives with robin)
but steve is different now, happier, more open, flirts with guys, flirts with EDDIE, and eddieâŚ.. well, he wants to know more! and he tells steve he knows him from hawkins, and steveâs sunny little smile flickers a little, but he just apologizes for not remembering him and mentions he has some memory problems
and they get to know each other, and eventually as eddie tells him more (and maybe with the help of some yearbooks) steve remembers eddie. and. well. they like getting to know each other. and they like each other. and then they get together
eventually theyâve been together for a while, and eddie thinks he wants to maybe introduce steve to wayne, and he mentions heâs going to go back to hawkins for a long weekend (as heâs done a couple times) and this time heâd like steve to join him
and again steveâs sunny smile flickers a bit, but he says heâd love to meet eddieâs uncle, and⌠they go to hawkins. and it goes wellâ meeting wayne, at least, but steve seems a little on edge the whole time theyâre there, tense when they drive in, fidgety when they go to the grocery store, et cetera. eddie thinks maybe steve is nervous about staying with the man who raised eddie, which is ridiculous, because wayne LOVES steve.
itâs not til they leave the town altogether that steve relaxes, and eddie realizes it wasnât âmeeting the parentsâ but rather going back to hawkins. and speaking of meeting the parents, steve didnât ever bring his own up, even though eddie knew they still lived in hawkins. and the way steve glanced around whenever they went in public, like he was scared of getting recognized
and he asks about it, and steve doesnât really want to talk about it, but he gives eddie snippets of it. people he wanted to leave behind in hawkins, memories that resurfaced, things he wants to forget
eddie goes back to see wayne sometimes, and the first time he doesnât know whether to ask steve to come, so he just mentions heâs thinking about going to hawkins for some weekend and steve immediately starts making plans with him as if the invite is implicit. they go back to hawkins several more times, steve still tense and pent up the whole time theyâre there
over time steve reveals more and more to eddie. everything that made hawkins hell for him, from the things he himself did in high school to the things people did to him. stuff tommy and carol and billy said to him. some of it is just typical high school bullshit (and oh, the nancy thing.) some of it is the tragedies steve went through, the horrors he had to protect his kids from. the injuries he sustained. more generally the homophobia that permeated the whole town, keeping steve from being himself. the lack of support in the indiana public school system for a high school senior whoâs had two concussions and gone through incredible trauma.
his parents. the reason why steveâs mail is addressed to âsteve buckleyâ now, not âsteve harringtonâ.
(that doesnât come out until much, much later, and eddie is kicking himself for ever suggesting steve come back to hawkins.)
eddie, who hardly had an easy time of it in hawkins, is absolutely blown away by what steve had gone through in the same town, right under his nose. the entire persona that steve was trying to leave behind â the cool as a cucumber, unaffected, douchey mask he wore to hide all that he had endured. the head injuries. the emotional tragedies he had gone through. the way he had to be the rock for the kids even as he went through the same things as them.
he tries to tell steve they never have to go back to hawkins again, and steve is having none of it. he tells steve wayne can come visit them in their new city, and steve thinks thatâs completely unfair to the man who had raised eddie, seriously, youâre going to make him come all the way up here?
and well i donât know exactly what the ending is but steve is so stubborn about trying to love hawkins because it was eddieâs home and he wants to be able to go see wayne because wayne deserves to see his kid and eddie deserves to see his uncle and steve doesnât want to be the problem :(
#steddie#stranger things#this isnât very fleshed out but just. hawkins as an incredibly scarring place for steve#something built up in his mind as a very dangerous place for him not just because of what happened there but who he had to be there#i think ultimately it would culminate in them going back to hawkins and running into steveâs parents when they least expect it#and steve gets to yell at them in public and tell them they suck and ruin their image and eddie is being his little guard dog next to him#baring his teeth#for the no upside down part of the au i think it would have to be like. nebulous tragedy of season 1 struck them#barb still died (sorry barb) so that his relationship with nancy falls apart. will and el are twins and they disappear the same night#steve knows the kids earlier in the timeline in this one and has already basically adopted them when will and el go missing#eddie was never the victim of a massive witch hunt but jason still harasses him during his third senior year and gets ppl to gang up on him#so he was never like Wanted by all of hawkins and can never return but he sure doesnât feel welcome there besides w wayne#oh i also think it would be important that one of the trips steve snaps at eddie bc heâs so strung out and immediately regrets it#and takes it as proof that when in hawkins Steve Is A Bad Person and tries to explain this to eddie#eddie meanwhile is trying to convince steve that heâs not a bad person and that he was being mean because heâs completely stressed out#and he wouldnât be so stressed out if he didnât make himself come back to hawkins#anyway ultimately. steve realized hawkins is just a place where bad things happened. it is not a place that makes people (including himself)#bad. itâs just. a place. and steve did not grow and change for the better bc he got out of hawkins. he got better bc he put the effort in#god i just. love steve so much and the version of him in my mind is so much better developed than what the duffers are doing
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itâs the way billyâs a scapegoat not only in show but for the duffers too like
people will spend all their time focusing on the actions of a fictional teenager rather than question the fact these two white men were all too eager to have a racial slur used against a literal child and have felt comfortable having racism in lucasâ story without it actually go anywhere all while putting no focus on him as a character
they use it as a thing, as a prop, rather than acknowledging it as the systemic issue it actually is - like they use it, have lucas canonically experience racism and then push his character to the back
itâs so blatant too, thereâs nothing subtle about it but because everyoneâs so busy focusing on big bad billy hargrove, racism doesnât get discussed in the stranger things fandom the way it should because everyoneâs too busy focusing on the actions of one single fictional character
#billy hargrove#stranger things#they get away with so much because billyâs just there#the way the word racist is thrown around too is so crazy#like i wish people would just do some research and know what theyâre talking about before they post terrible harmful takes that get#thousands of notes from impressionable kids#like people have convinced themselves racism is a thing thatâs like#a single person perpetuates#and that no one else would be racist in a town like hawkins in the 80âs#they believe only a villain and a bad guy could hold such beliefs#which just isnât how it works#and has never been how it works#thatâs a dangerous way of thinking about it too#and theyâre SO quick to âiâm not racist iâve never been racist becauseâ#and itâs like the first step is acknowledging how racism is ingrained into every day society rather than jump to the defence because you#believe that it would make you an âirredeemable villainâ akin to billy#like thereâs such a big conversation to be had but it CANâT be had because many fans refuse to talk and converse and l#listen and get other peoples perspectives so unfortunately this is where weâre at
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jane has a very warped, toxic relationship with the void, which stems particularly from her time with her friends, in the early days, opposed to her time in hawkins lab. she expects punishment in the lab for noncompliance, which is why she does everything papa asks of her, in fear for what may happen if she refuses. she soon comes to believe that her only use in the party is to find will, or they'll âsend her back to pennhurst or wherever she comes from.â itâs a different kind of punishment, but the pressure to comply is the same. jane gets her first taste of freedom in season one, but still spends it imprisoned and in a role where so much of her is demanded physically and mentally. the scene especially in episode seven, when they're all around joyce's dining table, talking about her like she's a machine, proves this tenfold. at this point, she is off in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, crying because she can't help these people. a twelve year old girl who has never been outside in her life, crying because she's letting these strangers down⌠and they're doing absolutely nothing to help her along with it. to make her feel secure and safe.
mike: but she's drained. dustin: like a bad battery. joyce: well, how do we make her better? mike: we don't. we just have to wait and try again. nancy: well, how long?!
it's all well and good when joyce tells her that she's right there for her when jane enters the void, tells her she is brave. but they are all, for the most part, willing to sacrifice her, her feelings, her safety, to get will back. they don't know the void, and while jane is physically there with them, they have no idea what it could do to her. i understand joyce is his mum, of course she'll stop at nothing until will is returned, but it doesn't justify the way jane is treated and spoken about like she isn't even there. joyce should be on her hands and knees thanking jane for traumatising herself to find her son. and hopper literally selling her out to the hawkins lab people, putting her back in brenner's custody don't even get me startedddd. like she isn't a little girl, like she matters less than will does. she is basically treated like a metal detector for the better part of the season. [like a dog. like a makeshift girlfriend. she's placed into so many different roles and uses by these people, and is never given a chance to determine what she may want.] i understand that no time could really be wasted in terms of finding will, but if even one of them had asked her how she felt, if she needed to take a break, it would have made all the difference. she would have pushed herself regardless, but at least it would have shown that not only will mattered.
but no one did ask. and it leaves jane feeling like it's okay to sacrifice herself to the void; it leaves her treating the void like it's less dangerous, less unknown than it really is. they are her friends, she loves these people, so if they say itâs fine for her to do this, then she believes it, and never stops believing it. this ties in so nicely to the debate between max and mike regarding her powers in season three: mike thinking jane should limit herself to keep safe, and max arguing that it's up to jane, that she knows her own limits. where in reality, she doesn't know any limits, because she was never taught to have them. [i don't specifically blame the boy's in this instance, because they were just kids in season one, but joyce and hopper, even nancy and jonathan, could've stepped up.] if anyone told her back then, when she was even more impressionable than she is now, that if she was scared, if she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to. she still would have, of course, but then and there it would have instilled the fact that she had choices. so when mike proclaims that it's not good for her to be in there for that long, jane thinks nothing of it, because she should have been told these things three years prior. it leaves her using the void like it's no big deal, never taking a minute to consider how it could be affecting her body and mind.
#study. come my darling homeward bound.#everyone just. thinks about themselves. where for five minutes they could have (should have) made jane their priority.#of course nancy is traumatised about barbâs death.#but jane had to SEE it.#she comes out of the void scrambled and scared. and yes joyce holds her close but.#she should have been apologised to. sorry that she had to see what she saw.#ALSO THIS IS NO SHADE TO ANY OF THE ST CHARACTERS.#i literally love all of them.#they hardly knew what they were dealing with and turned to jane bc she seemed to know the most.#but it's just interesting to me because if only one of them had have said to her that she didn't need to do it.#that it was dangerous and she was just a little girl.#it could have very easily changed her relationship with the void and what jane thinks her friends expect of her.#not to mention the direct parallels of everyone watching her in the bath in episode seven.#just like all the hawkins lab people watched her in the tanks.#like sheâs still performing for them. sheâs still working because at the end of the day they want what she can provide. not her.
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The Promise by When In Rome
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#byler#stranger things#bizarre love triangle playlist#mike wheeler#mike's pov#this song has so much going on i don't even know where to start#'when you need a friend don't look to a stranger. you know in the end i'll always be there'#feels very reminiscent of mike's insecurity at the end of s3 about will finding another party aka new friends aka a new best friend#angela might not have been who mike thought she was but that insecurity that will moved on from the party (mike) is still present#mostly because mike still doesn't know about will's true life in lenora (probably too scared to find out will is happier outside of hawkins#and so he wants to make clear to will that he's always going to be there#'and when you're in doubt. and when you're in danger. take a look all around. and i'll be there'#pretty self explanatory.#'when your day is through. and so is your temper. you know what to do. i'm gonna always be there'#even if will breaks down (s3/s4) and tells mike everything that he's feeling and it backfires#mike is always going to try to make it right (minus s3 blatantly... for angsty endgame reasons...)#'i'm sorry but i'm just thinking of the right words to say. i know they don't sound the way i planned them to be'#mike may not be the best with words in the moment#but that doesn't mean what he's feeling and thinking is foreign to him#he's constantly battling his feelings and how to communicate them. like that's the whole problem in and of itself#sometimes (usually) when mike's put on the spot he lashes out and then he has to overcorrect it#but will is really the one that mike makes the effort right after wronging him to promise they will get through it together#he might not be able to fully realize (accept) the implications of that right now...#but what the promise is telling us is is that no matter what they go through#mike will always see will in his future at the end of all of this#the ending of s3 was the promise hidden in the subtext of their friendship and s4 continues that#'i promise you. i promise you i will'#'we will. we will.'#4x04#gif
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Can we talk about that EVERY LINE OF DANGEROUSLY YOURS IS LIKE MADE FROM TIM AND HAWK?!
"I'm gonna betray you."
"If you do, you will betray yourself."
"I know."
OMG. I'M CRYING
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Thriller Recommendations: "I Support Women's Rights (and Women's Wrongs)"
I think it might be obvious by now that I am a SUCKER for a good thriller. It has become my most read genre (I have already read more than thirty of them so far this year.) I love trying to figure out the plot twist before it is revealed, and although I am still pretty bad at it, it is still a fun process. I have come to love the trend of âsupporting womenâs rights and womenâs wrongs.â I haveâŚ
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#abigail haas#book list#book recs#Books#dangerous girls#i support women&039;s righs#i support women&039;s rights and wrongs#jeneva rose#julia bartz#kate alice marshall#mysteries#paula hawkins#the girl on the train#the perfect marriage#the writing retreat#thriller recommendations#thrillers#what lies in the woods#what to read
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they make me insane
#i'm talking about rp!sprace#the way javey nd sprace are in mine nd eel's hands is so dangerous we are so powerful /j#jack's hawkin the headlines !!#the poor guy's head is spinnin' ! rpverse
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I watched a few criminal documentaries in the past few weeks and came to the conclusion that it was absurdly easy to get away with murder in 70'/80'. That alone should clear Eddie Munson of any charges because if he killed Chrissy that would be the shitties murder in the history of killing. Even a fourteen years old could do better. This man didn't even hide the goddamn body. He killed in the most obvious place, left the body there and run away..? And he killed her in a way humanly impossible too?? (Excuse me, tell me how you break someone's all bones without using any kind of fucking weapon- because an autopsy would have pointed out that there were no bruises on her body, blunt hits or signs of struggle)
He didn't even put her body in some specific position for people to be like "Hey that looks Satanist. He's 100% in a cult". He let her there for anyone to find.
A true serial killer (cult leader or not) would have at least either hidden the body or did the kill/put the body in a place that wouldn't straight up point to him as a possible suspect man.
#the killing was also similar to the one of the Creel family with the suspect pleaded under insanity. Doesn't that make you wonder????#anyway the town has no fait in Eddie's abilities to get away with murder when there were so many cases in which many got away with murder#for years#useless they thought he's part of the process church cult thing but that got disestablished in the 70's#that would make sense tho. I could totally see Eddie becoming a murderer for the sake of chaos. Tho that's the only motive I could see#working with him#this is actually a case in which the police didn't even bothered with investigating. they saw Eddie wasn't there and straight up assumed he#was to blame. Excuse you kidnapping is a thing??? Have you thought he could be in danger too??#I'm sure a good investigation (even a fucking autopsy) would have cleared Eddie without the need of providing that evil wizard that curse#teenagers exists#anyway watch me working on an OC in the Hawkins Police who actually does his job and fights for Eddie's innocence bye#stranger things#stranger things eddie#eddie munson#warning : I still hasn't watched Stranger Things#tw cult#just to be safe#cult mention#in the tags but still
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so let's be honest, i'm gonna complain no matter how st5 goes, however if there's one simple thing i request ( considering that hawkins is presumably now a hellscape and the army have moved in ) it's to not continue pretending like robin & steve's parents don't exist
#&. which star wars? Â / Â the one with the teddy bears duh ( ooc. )#like if those two continue to just Exist In The Narrative with no mention of what's going on with either of their families/parents#that's so immersion breaking for me lmao#first 4 seasons while the upside down was a secret ? sure#now that the army is presumably trying to cover things up on a massive scale and hawkins is in immediate danger ? no#they don't need to appear i just need... explanation as to why they're absent#anyway get ready for 9-12 months worth of shitposting in response to drip fed filming pics !! lmao#i will be writing here too just... when i feel like it dfjkgdfg
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@thagantm sent a meme: over my dead body.
    â And here I thought I was the drama queen, Hagan. â It was an oversight, absolutely, that Jack simply had been too stupid to consider: that using the lifeguard certification he'd achieved in those last few months before leaving ( or rather, being dragged kicking and screaming away from ) London to get a job at Hawkins Pool would mean continuing to co-exist in mindnumbingly close proximity to members of the school swim team. Like Billy Hargrove. And Tommy Hagan. Absolute pillars of delinquent masculinity. At least this time he was getting paid for the privilege, he supposed â which might, at the end of the summer, be enough to get him his driving licence ( officially; he could drive, just not legally ) so that he could drive out of this town and keep going until he reached the coast. Any coast.
    The two of them were loitering near the changing rooms â inside, but with a prime view of Billy, who'd wandered out into the sun looking like some pale, drunk vampire stumbling in the heat, and now sat watching swimmers with an oddly distant, spaced-out expression. It wasn't odd for Billy to be drunk or high, but it was odd for him to be like that on a shift. Particularly as the one who took this job more seriously than the rest of them combined.
    Jack didn't want to admit that he was concerned â not in front of Tommy, anyway. But he couldn't just stand there and do nothing, either. â Someone has to go find out what's wrong with him. Before he's the one we're pulling out of the pool to perform mouth to mouth on. â He glanced over at Tommy with an airy shrug. â Unless you want that job, of course. â
#thagantm#&. and you want to turn pirate yourself. is that it? ( answered. )#&. arc. turned over a new leaf then tore right through it ( young / hawkins. )#casually setting them up as the dynamic duo who try not to get flayed while co-existing at the pool with billy dfkgjdfg#which with jack being a magnet to danger is gonna be so tricky lmao
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Summary: A missing key and a terrible storm leaves you and Eddie stranded in the back of his van. What ever shall you do to pass the time?
WC: 1.6k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unprotected p in v, friends-to-lovers, kinda sub!Eddie but he's mostly just a simp.
A/N: This will be my last 1k+ fic for a while, as I'll be focusing on writing blurbs for Corroded Coffin Fest throughout July. Why not go out with a (literal) bang?
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âWhat do you mean, you forgot your key?â
Your eyes widen as Eddie flicks through the keyring. He shakes his head in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.Â
âI was switching keychainsâŚI thought I put them all backâŚâ He huffs out an irritated laugh. âMustâve left the house key on the table.â
A warm breeze siphons through the humidity, gray clouds rolling in. August in Hawkins is unbearable as it is, and the sticky heat before a storm is downright brutal.Â
Eddie jiggles the doorknob once more, to no avail. âJesus H. Christ.â He rakes a hand through his curls, frizzy and knotted from the hot weather. âBack to your place?â
Before you can agree, lightning flashes and is swiftly accompanied by booming thunder. Your heart leaps into your throat and you jump.Â
âScared the shit outta me, too.â Eddie laughs nervously. A fat raindrop falls from the sky and plops on his nose, rolling off of the side. Another lands on his cheek, then one lands on yours, until rain pours in a steady sheet.Â
Eddie grabs your hand, tugging you off of the trailerâs front steps and pulling you back to his van. He flings open the back doors, always kept unlocked unless heâs hauling concert equipment.Â
âGet in,â he orders, and you follow his instructions without a second though. Rainwater pools in the grass, dirt turning into mud beneath your sneakered feet. His hands grip your waist, steadying you as you climb up. âWeâll wait in here until the rain dies down.â
You ignore the lingering flames that his touch leaves behind and the way heâs now sitting right next to you. âItâs like a monsoon out there.â
âYeah.â
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, listening to the storm raging outside. Raindrops sound like drum beats against the vanâs exterior, a song youâve heard many times before.Â
A chill sweeps over you, reminding you of the wet cotton of your t-shirt clinging to your torso. Your miniskirt hasn't fared much better, the light-washed denim now dark.Â
âDo you have a blanket back here?â
Eddie shakes his head. âThatâs, like, the one thing I donât have.â He gestures to the cluttered space.Â
You offer a half-smile. âSâokay.â Your palms glide up and down your goosebump-covered arms.Â
He notices this, frowning. âHere,â he says. âMy hands are bigger than yours.â He clumsily positions himself behind you, knees knocking against your sides. His grasp is strong but gentle, hands warming you up from the outside in.Â
âThanks.â Heâs closeâso closeâyet it feels like heâs never been farther away. Without thinking, you scoot back until your ass brushes against his fly.Â
âSh-Shit.â Eddie inhales sharply. âThatâs, um, dangerous territory.â
You raise your brows, though he canât see them. âAnd rubbing my arms isnât?â
Eddie peers around, chin resting on your shoulder. He looks up and says, âit doesnât turn you on though.â
âSays who?â
He breathes out a laugh, stopping immediately when he realizes that youâre not joking. His voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, âThisâŚthis turns you on?âÂ
You nod, suddenly shy at the admission.Â
âHow about this?â Eddieâs lips press against the back of your neck. One calloused hand reaches for the collar of your shirt, tugging it down to expose your shoulder. He kisses that, too, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.Â
âMhm.â
âFuck.â His other hand snakes around your throat, holding it firmly but being careful not to squeeze. âWe shouldnât do this. Sâgonna ruin our friendship.â
Gently, you turn to face him, legs straddling his waist. âIâm fine with ruining it if you are.â The words are murmured, muffled by the proximity of your lips and his.Â
Eddie swallows, Adam's apple bobbing with trepidation. âJust want you. Fuck, I want you so bad.â
He grabs your ass and pulls you closer until you can feel his erection straining against his jeans. You roll your hips, eliciting a moan from him.Â
âYouâI gottaââ He unbuckles his belt, tossing it amongst the vanâs clutter. âIâm so hard it hurts.â
You reach for his pants button, but he shakes his head. âIâll bust if you touch me,â he sheepishly explains.Â
He takes off his own pants, which is much more of a chore than usual because of the rain-soaked fabric. He doesnât bother to remove his Hellfire shirt, but you hardly notice. His tented boxers hold your focus, and despite his warning, you strip them away. You need to see whatâs beneath them.Â
The sight before you is nothing less than glorious.Â
His cock is hard, curved slightly left, the pinkish-purple tip already leaking pre-cum. Your thumb traces the vein that runs along the shaft, and he shivers at your touch. When he looks at you with wide, wet eyes, you nearly melt on the spot.
âIsâŚIs this what you want?â Eddieâs voice is so soft you can barely hear it above the pouring rain. âBecauseâŚI want this so bad. So fucking bad.â Pleading, desperate, bordering on pathetic. Everything he showed outwardly, you felt on the inside.
You lean in, capturing his lips and pouring all of your desire into one searing kiss. âDonât just want it. Need it. Need you,â you reassure him, feeling his length twitch against you. Taking it in your hand, you move your panties out of the way and rub the head against your clit. Every nudge sends a wave of pleasure crashing through your body. âMmmph, please, please.â
Eddie wraps his hand around yours, guiding his cock into you. âThere you go,â he whispers, hissing as you sink down. He fills you completely, bringing a pinch of pain as you adjust to him. âYou okay?â
âMhm. M-More than okay.â You grip his shoulders, curling your fingers into the shirtâs cotton fabric. Moving your hips, you work him deeper until heâs bottomed out, sheathed within you down to the curls at his base.Â
Everything is Eddie, and it feels so good.Â
âCanât believe Iâm inside you.â He tries to kiss you, the action hindered by a small laugh. âIâm actuallyâweâre actually doing this. Fuck, you feel so good!â The last sentence is a growl, raw and primal.Â
You hold on to him, knees scraping against the vanâs worn carpet as your movements find their rhythm. Thereâs no more time for self-control. Only Eddie, his hips bucking to meet your core.Â
âMightâŚmight not last long,â he admits, swiping at a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. âYouâre even better than my fantasies. Never knew youâd feel this f-fucking warm. Tight. Like youâre m-made for me.â
âMaybe I am.â You swoop down to suck on his neck. âMaybe I am made for you, and Iâve been waiting for you to realize it.â
Eddie groans, throwing his head back and exposing more of his neck, which you dutifully continue marking. His thoughts are clouded by lust; neither of you speak for a while, the only noises are moans and the van squeaking on its axles.Â
âItâs always you.â
Your eyes meet his. âWhat?â
âIn my fantasies. Itâs always you. Every time I jerk off, I imagine your hands, your mouth, your perfect pussyââ
âEddie.â His name is barely a breath. You clench around him just as he kisses you, and his teeth sink into your lower lip. Itâs not hard enough to draw blood, but it produces a twinge of pain that has you skyrocketing towards climax. âYes, yes, yes!â
He grabs your hips harshly, keeping you flush against him. The denim waistband of your skirt digs into your skin but you donât care. Nothing matters, only Eddie, Eddie, EddieâŚ
âIâm coming. Fuck, Iâm coming.â He thrusts upwards in short, punctuated strokes, heaving as he spills into you.Â
The two of you stay like that for a few moments, catching your breath and processing what just happened. You confessed that Eddieâs touch turned you on, you rode him in the back of his van, and then he confessed that he thinks about you when he touches himself.Â
Oh, and he gave you an earth-shattering orgasm.Â
As if reading your mind, Eddie says softly, âyou cameâŚright? Because if you didnât, I canââ
âYeah.â You canât help but giggle, silencing him with a kiss. âI definitely came.â
His chest sags with relief. âGood. Me, too. I mean, obviously. Itâs rightâŚâ He withdraws, cock softening, his cum trickling down your thigh. âHoly fucking shit.âÂ
Thereâs no masking his grin, visible through the t-shirtâs thin fabric as he pulls it over his head. With a careful touch, he wipes away his mess.Â
âI think I owe you a new shirt.â
âNah.â He shakes his head, tossing the shirt aside. âI have a million of these. Not the first time oneâs been, uh, stained.â
Eddieâs cheeks turn crimson at his admission. He averts his gaze from you, bringing his attention to the foggy window. The condensation squeaks under his forefinger as he draws a smiley face through it.Â
âWhat do you wanna do till my uncle gets home?â
You, you think, but the last thing you need is for Wayne to find the van a-rockinâ. âMaybe I could hear more about those fantasies of yours? And I could tell you some of mine?â
Eddie looks back at you, his spent cock still managing a small twitch. âMmm.â His lips find your throat, sending vibrations through you when he speaks. One hand snakes between your bodies, his middle finger landing on your clit. He makes small, deliberate circles as he murmurs.
âLadies first.â
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Steve knows he falls in love too easily. Nancy told him, Robin too.
But falling in love with Eddie Munson is hard.
They're supposed to be friends after Vecna. They're supposed to be friends, but Steve can't get past what Eddie did in the Upside Down; how he put himself in a position to nearly die, how Dustin got hurt. It's not fair. He knows it's not, but it doesn't make the anger go away.
Eddie's part of the group now, though, and Steve won't leave him out, no matter how angry. They're all at movie nights, at pool parties, at Hellfire, at Corroded Coffin gigs. It's just that Steve and Eddie don't speak. And Steve is okay with it. If it's what it takes to make sure that they're all hanging out together, not talking to Eddie is a small thing. He's pretty sure Eddie doesn't mind. At least, he seems as uninterested in hanging out with Steve as Steve is with him.
It doesn't need to be anything more than that, and it isn't, not until Steve goes upstairs to get more sunscreen during one of the pool parties, and walks back downstairs to find Munson waiting for him in his kitchen.
"You need something?" He asks, unable to fully hide the way he jolts with surprise.
Eddie twists the rings on his fingers, something Steve's noticed he does whenever he's nervous. "You have a problem with me, Harrington?
"No, of course not," he answers too fast.
"C'mon, man. You can barely stand to be in the same room with me."
"That's not true! We're in one together right now."
Eddie rolls his eyes so hard that it has to hurt. "Don't do that. Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean. You can't stand to be alone with me for more than thirty seconds."
Steve splutters, searching for a plausible reason.
"Is it cause--" Eddie swallows, hand going back to cup his neck. "Is it cause you heard me tell Robin that I'm gay? Back at the hospital. Is it because--" he cuts himself off.
Something in Steve's chest clenches hard, warmth swooping dangerously in his stomach. "No," Steve says, means it. "I didn't hear. I didn't-- it has nothing to do with that. It's--that's cool. Thanks for--yeah, that's cool."
Eddie's smile is a brittle little thing. "Then, what else?" Eddie pulls a chunk of hair over his mouth. "I can't think of any other reason you'd hate me so much."
"I don't." And Steve hopes it's coming off as genuine. "I promise."
He can't help remember the camaraderie, the understanding, that started to grow between them in the Upside Down. The "don't cha, big boy?" of it all. They could be friends. They should be.
They shouldn't get into it. Not right here, not right now when the kids' splashes and excited screams filter through the sliding door.
"You're a shit liar, Harrington."
"Ed--I'm not--"
"You know what? Don't bother. I'll just--" He jolts in the direction of the front door.
"Don't be stupid, Munson."
"God, I can't believe I didn't see it before. You just fucking loathe me."
"I do not. Grow up."
"Oh, yeah? Then what's your problem?"
"There isn't--"
"Stop lying!"
"You didn't fucking think!" He shouts. Loud enough that the noise outside cuts off. "You pulled that shit in the Upside Down and you almost died! Dustin got hurt!"
Eddie blinks his big brown eyes in stunned surprise.
"I told you, I said, 'dont try to be cute or be a hero or something.' And you know what you said? Do you?"
Eddie won't look at him now. "I had to make a choice, Steve."
"It was the wrong one!"
"I would do it all again. No matter what you say. I would do it to draw the bats away. To protect Dustin."
"But you didn't."
"There was no other way to stop them, Steve! They would've gotten through, into Hawkins."
"It doesn't matter."
"You weren't there! You can't tell me--"
"Yes, I can! I know."
"You don't! You think--"
"I almost lost you!" He screams. "You nearly died in my arms, Eddie. And for what?"
Falling in love with Eddie wasn't easy. It was blood and near death; it was weeks in a cold hospital room while Eddie existed in a drug-induced twilight state; it was agonizing convalescence and physical therapy and changing bandages; it was Eddie leading dnd sessions with bright eyes and contagious enthusiasm, herding the kids to the arcade and video store, theatrically serving snacks at movie night; it was festering, senseless anger at the near loss of something.
Eddie's lips tremble. "Steve, I--"
"It doesn't matter." He turns away to slide a hand down his face in an effort to wipe away the emotion. "You're fine and we're--it doesn't matter."
"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Steve, I'm sorry. I wanted--I thought it would help. I thought--"
And Steve has to admit, he does, the whole terrible contradiction of it all. "I know," he whispers back. "I would've--I know."
"I thought I was protecting Dustin. I thought I was buying you guys time with Vecna." Eddie's voice breaks. "I didn't--I--" He squeezes his eyes shut.
In the quiet of the kitchen, they gravitate to one another, foreheads resting together.
"I should have been there, Ed. I shouldn't have left you two alone. You almost died, and I--"
"Sweetheart, I'm right here. We're right here."
They don't kiss, but they're close enough that their mouths brush with each breath they take.
"Don't do that, again." Steve clenches his fists into Eddie's cutoff t-shirt. "Promise you won't ever--"
"I promise, Stevie. I promise. I'll be by your side until the very end, whatever it is."
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You ever think about Eddie Munson in his early 30s watching Rob Halford coming out on MTV? You ever think about Eddie, knowing he was queer but unable to come out for fear of repercussions? Heâd been hunted by one mob before and he didnât want to go through that again.
Maybe Corroded Coffin made it big. Maybe Eddie started or joined a new band. Maybe he does a solo act. Maybe heâs not famous at all and heâs living a regular life.
And then Halford comes out, and Eddie sees how the metal community accepts him, how the community embraces him, and Eddie realizes that yes itâs scary but also he wants that happiness that Halford has, that wonderful moment of coming out of the closet.
Maybe Eddie understood âRaw Dealâ for what it was all along, maybe heâs always gotten the hints sprinkled here and there throughout some of the songs. Maybe he always suspected, always wondered. Sure, he lives in a podunk town in Indiana, but heâs sought out whatever information he could when he first realized he was different. He read zines and articles and listened to hushed talk in bars when he escaped Hawkins for a little while when he was younger.
You ever think about Eddie, coming out in his 30s, because even though he knows it can be dangerous, even though he knows it can go all wrong, he doesnât want to be in the closet anymore and later he writes a letter to Halford, not really expecting him to ever read it, expressing gratitude for the courage and the strength to finally be true to himself, come what may.
Imagine Steve Harrington, adding his own little postscript, thanking him for helping him find the man of his dreams.
Years later, when itâs finally legalized and theyâre both graying and a little soft around the middle, do you ever think about Eddie and Steve inviting Halford to their wedding not really expecting him to ever read it or show up if he even did?
Do you ever think about Rob Halford showing up with his own partner Tom Green and telling Eddie and Steve that theyâve been rooting for them all these years?
You ever think about Eddie, alive, happy, and loved?
Link to Halfordâs interview
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vol 2; summer breeze â king!steve harrington x fgirl!reader x eddie munson
summary: in which some chaos ensues between the boys and billy, and one of the boys finally get what they want; you. (wc: 6.5k+)
warnings: smut smut smut, minors DNI, p in v, creampie, unprotected (wrap it up irl im so serious) kinda fist fight? billy gets punched, im sorry but billy gets punched a lot in my fics, protective steddie hehe, drgs, weed basically, no use of ây/nâ, degrading, praises, LOTS OF PRAISES, nicknames! reader is kinda heartless basically a maneater and kinda of a mastermind, eddie is a cutiepie.
authors note: not proof-read ignore mistakes ! thank u @andvys for giving me the best ideas always and thank u for helping me! ily and hope u enjoy this mwah!!! also yall know mastermind by ts? and how its kinda supposed to be sarcastic? well i took that song too seriously and literally. listened to a lot of metal and this fic is their love child! enjoy !!
and please like + reblog + interact to support me ! thank u ily
read vol. 1 here
Fuzzy.
Exactly how your mind and body felt.
You didnât expect to do that with Steve.
King Steve. You were just supposed to play with him.
He wasnât supposed to make you feel like this.
And it wasnât anything, it was purely physical. Or at least thatâs what your mind forced you to think.
Because no one had ever made you cum like that before, no one ever attended to you like that before.
Pathetic. Really pathetic. Youâve fucked half the guys in Hawkins, yet one night with Steve, and he didnât even fuck you, yet thatâs all you could think about.
You sucked on the cigarette sitting between your lips, the feeling giving you a lewd reminder of earlier when you remembered how good he felt between your lips, sliding down your throat.
Shit shit shit. Shut the fuck up. What the fuck was wrong with you?
âWant something stronger than that?â The voice belonged to the curly-haired boy you were looking everywhere for.
It felt like a fucked up horny deja vu.Â
Turning around swiftly, the smoke formed around the air between you when you blew it in his face, making him grin. âEddie!â Your tone gleeful, âBeen looking everywhere for you!â Sweet. Sweet but so fucking dangerous. Eddie knew that about you.
He knew about the effect you had on everyone. I mean, he wasnât complaining, he was right there in line with them. Just to have a glimpse of you.
He and Steve shared one thing in common; you.
Maybe thatâs eventually what drew them closer, both boys begging for your attention in every way possible. Pathetic, but you were so tempting.
They teased each other about you, Eddie bragged about the countless times you batted your lashes at him, the countless times you twirled and giggled at him.
and Steve bragged about how you looked at him with your alluring eyes, or how you called him âbabyâ that one time.Â
Eddie was sure he had never seen Steve the way he did with you, because Steve usually never got hung up on one girl, it was simple for him, heâd fuck one and then move to another. But you always kept him on his toes. Something no one ever did before. So he always tried and tried, failing regardless.Â
He didnât blame him, heâd burn the world down if you asked him to, even though the only interactions he had with you were when you bought something from him, or the countless times you winked at him whenever he saw you around. God, that had him on his knees.Â
So it was no surprise he almost melted when you said those magical words. You? Looking for him?Â
âMe?â A rush of bubblegum pink is quick to rise to his cheeks. He canât help himself, Steve was going to freak out when he found out how you were looking for Eddie. God, he was going to have fun with this.Â
âWhereâs Billy?â He added, trying to sound cool when he lit the freshly rolled joint sitting on his wetted lips.Â
He was cute. Didnât even know the rumors, and the blush on his cheeks weirdly had you need him.Â
âWe broke up,â you hummed, and a boyish grin sat on his lips immediately while he noted how you didnât have a sad bone in your body, that jerk didnât deserve you. âIâm just having fun now, you know?â You added with a smirk.Â
You were going to be the death of him. He could be fun, he could be so fucking fun, he could make you feel fun youâve never felt before.Â
âOh, yeah? With who, now?â Shit, shit, shit. That is not what he meant to say, he was an absolute fucking idiot. A grade one asshole. Â
Your eyes widened when you tilted your head, âare you calling me a slut, Munson?â You snatched the joint from his lips, earning a whine from him as you kept your piercing eye contact.Â
The pinkish color on his cheeks turned blood red, and you could see him almost fidgeting. Why did you find it so endearing?Â
âN-no! No thatâs not what I meant at all! Youâre not a slut! I mean if you want to be you could beâ I mean youâre not butââ His words tangled with each other adorably, and you couldnât help but let out a deep chuckle.Â
âIâm just playing with you!â You playfully nudged his shoulder, adoring the way his grin came back instantly, you took a long drag from the joint before passing it back to him. âDonât worry, baby.âÂ
Eddie almost lost it at that.
Suck it, Steve. She called him baby, too, and now they were fucking even.Â
âIâm having fun with everyone that douchebag hates.â You muttered with a smirk.Â
Eddie desperately needed to make Billy hate him, maybe he could rip him off the next time he brought from him, or maybe he could just⌠sucker punch him?Â
âSteve was fun.â You giggled, remembering the way he was so pathetically begging for you to stay. And you had to admit he was good, the best you had in this messed up town.Â
Eddie blinked quickly, struggling to process what you just said⌠You.. and.. Steve?
âSteve?â He almost stammered, face growing hot at what you were implying, did that little asshole actually manage to be with you? You?!?Â
âSteve Harrington?â He repeated.
âYeah,â you hummed, brows scrunching at his dumbfounded expression⌠What was going on? Was he⌠jealous?
 âYou jealous, Munson?â You giggled with a smirk, brow raised and all bold. So upfront that it has Eddie stammering and blushing all over again.Â
âN-no, uhâ Steve is my friend is all.â He adds, taking a long drag from the joint to keep himself together, he has to look all confident because he wants to impress you.Â
He just doesnât know that you being all flustered is what draws your attention. Confident but still cute. The exact mix you need for Steveâs arrogance. And theyâre friends? Fuck, just the thought of them together has you rubbing your thighs.Â
âOh!â You hum, âThatâs funny because I was actually going to go for you, but Steve found me first.â You know the effect that will have on Eddie, you see it in the way he coughs while exhaling the smoke, wetting his lips while he tries to play it cool.Â
Sadly, itâs all interrupted by the one and only. Billy fucking Hargrove.Â
His hand roughly makes you turn to him before you can comprehend whatâs happening, âFucking Harrington, really?â He spat in your face, nostrils flaring with how angry he was, but all it did was make you want to laugh in his faceâthe audacity of this little boy.Â
Eddieâs quicker than you to react, trying to push him away from you but Billy shakes off his hold. âGet away from her.â Eddie spits. Billy ignores him with a scoff, attention all on you.Â
You hate the way your stomach flutters at Eddie being protective, what the fuck are these boys doing to you?
âYou kiss Tina in front of everyone, and me fucking Harrington is the problem?â
âYou fucked him?â Billy lets out through gritted teeth, technically, you didnât but it seemed like Billy only thought the two of you kissed.Â
Before you could answer he clenched his fists, âIâm gonna fuckinâ kill him.âÂ
Shit. You really didnât think this through, did you?Â
A guilty feeling settled into your stomach, Steve didnât deserve that. And he definitely didnât deserve to get beaten up because of you. You swallowed the lump in your throat and grabbed Billy by the arm to stop him from searching for Steve.
âD-donât!âÂ
âExcuse me?â Billy said, pinching his brows together.
âPlease donât do anything to him.â Eddie watches everything unravel, taken aback by how willing you are to throw yourself under the bus for Steve. It makes his brows furrow and makes him almost get a glimpse of you, behind that cool facade, behind that whole act. It entices him more and more.
âJesus fucking Christ.â Billy scoffs, âYou fuck him one time, and look how pathetic you get. No wonder everyone keeps calling you a slutââ
A loud thud resounds in your ears, you barely register what happened before you turn to see Steve shaking off his fist with a smirk on his face. âDonât fucking call her that again.âÂ
Billy chuckles loudly at the impact, blood quickly dripping down his nose and an obvious red mark bruising his cheek. âMy my, Harrington coming to defend his new little slut, huh?âÂ
And this time, another thud of a punch resonated from your side, and you audibly gasp.Â
Eddie.Â
These boys were going to be the death of you, appearing out of nowhere and then doing shit like this.Â
They stood in front of you, arms crossed against their chest as they eyed Billy groaning on the ground, it wasnât long before Tina came with her annoying shriek and a crowd formed around the four of you, the two boys were quick to drag you out of the party.Â
âCouldnât stay away from me, could you, sweetheart?â Steve muttered in your ear with his lips twitched into a smirk.Â
Cocky bastard.Â
You gave him a slight smile. âActually⌠I was looking for this one,â you hummed sweetly, hand gently nudging Eddieâs shoulder. A grin sat on his lips, he itched to elbow Steve, who just gave him a roll of his eyes.Â
âBut, thank you, both.â You give them a shy smile, itâs meaningful, and youâre grateful to have them protect you.Â
âAnything for our special girl,â Steve winks.
âWant us to take you home?â Eddie interrupts, eyeing you, he can see that youâre a bit shaken up, even though you try to hide it.Â
âNo need, boys. Can walk home!â You giggle with a wink.Â
âWe insist.â Steve steps up, leaning into the car, hips jutted out. All slutty, and itâs tempting. But, no.Â
You had fucked up enough today and gotten your feelings too involved. You couldnât do it.Â
You gave both of them a sloppy kiss on their cheek before you got on your feet, âMy house is just around the corner.âÂ
âSee you around, boys.â You winked one last time, turning back before they could say anything, walking away with a strut as you could almost feel their gaze burn your back.Â
Both boys watched you with their jaws almost open, teeth biting onto their bottom lips with hope. They wantedâneeded you.Â
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âIâm tellinâ you dude, it was fuckinâ unreal. She was just so good,â Steve hummed into the ice cream he took a stripe of lick from.
Eddie grunted. âJesus, fuck. Still canât believe she let you even near her.â He glared daggers into him.
Steve grumbled a chuckle, nudging him. âJealous much, Munson?â His lips curled into a boyish grin, face inches away from Eddie who was now stammering.
âCâmon, we can share, canât we big boy?â Steve winked, enjoying the crimson red coloring the curly boyâs puffy cheeks.
âNothing we havenât done before,â He hummed, sucking his cheeks with a âmmhmmâ sound as the flavors of the strawberry goodness flooded his senses.
They did have threesomes before, but this was different, this was you. It meant so much more to Eddie, and selfishly, he wanted you to himself first, too.Â
âIf you can even get her,â Steve smirked, knowing if it took him this long, Eddie would have to try for years.
âOh, donât worry about that.â Eddie winked with a new-found confidence
âIâll turn on the Munson charm.â He snapped his fingers together with a wicked grin, âand sheâll be begginâ for me in no time.âÂ
Steve couldnât even keep the throaty chuckle for a second before he patted Eddie on the back. âGood fuckinâ luck with that.âÂ
You shouldnât have been eavesdropping, but how could you not when they were right fucking in front of you?!
And after Steve said, they had done threesomes before, your mouth watered just at the thought of both boys towering over you, attending to your every need, trying to dominate you but also pathetically begging for more.Â
And if you framed everything correctly, theyâd want to fuck you and would think they were the ones in charge, not knowing you were the mastermind behind all of it.
âHi, boys!â You waved with a giggle, rushing to their side as your skirt rode up your thigh, both boys turning their bodies fully to meet you.Â
Both of their Adamâs apple bobbing at the sight of youâa graphic baby tee showing just enough of your skin, paired with the most perfect skirt Steve has ever seen, and Eddieâs eyes were almost glued to your chest, enjoying the way your breasts jiggled as you walked.Â
You couldnât hide your smirk at their widened eyes, men were so easy.Â
They both stammered, and you wished you werenât enjoying this so fucking much. But, you were. You had to have both of them.Â
Letting your tongue swirl around the cone in your hand, you looked up at Eddie. âWhat flavor is that?âÂ
âChocolate,â He replied quickly, âI love chocolate!â You exclaimed, and Eddie grew weak in his knees, gulping and letting his cock strain himself against his zipper. God, he felt like a fucking pervert.Â
âDo you wanna try some?â He barely managed to speak clearly and you nodded quickly with a grin, Steve watching it all with a huff.Â
Without giving him a chance to do anything, you wrapped your palm around his, giggling while you let the cold silkiness coat your tongue, lapping at it while your focus remained on Eddieâs dark eyes.Â
He almost groaned at the sight; you knew that was your cue. âTastes so delicious, Eds.â You hummed with an exaggerated sound, reveling in the way Eddie blinked quickly to register all of it.Â
âWanna try mine?â Steveâs silky, cocky voice had your attention shifting, you raised a single brow, shrugging.Â
âAlready tried that, thanks,â Your voice carries a bit of coldness but is still alluring enough to have Steve crave more from you.Â
âI donât think you tried all of it, sweetheart,â His voice still held that cool tone, tongue sticking out to lick a stripe from the cone wrapped around his palm, almost giving you a flashback as rosy lips framed the words so lewd that you had to do something.Â
You were quick to tilt your head sideways, leaning in just enough to have your velvety lips against his, Eddie watched in awe, enjoying the way you sucked on Steveâs tongue, letting the sweet strawberry flavor explode your taste buds as exaggerated sounds left your lips as you pulled away, leaving Steve with nothing.Â
âMhmm, youâre right, Stevie,â You hummed, Steveâs face wearing a shock you hadnât seen before. âBut I think mine, tastes so much betterâŚâ You cooed facing Eddie, âWouldnât you agree, pretty boy?â You directed it at Steve, relishing the dumbfounded look on his face, while Eddie watched all of it with a contented sigh.Â
He needed both of you.Â
You needed both of them.Â
And Steve would do anything for you, and for Eddie, even if he never would explicitly show it.Â
âY-yeah,â he stammered, bringing a wicked smirk to your face. Easy.Â
Before you turned to leave, you faced Eddie, âOh!âÂ
âDo you have any free time this afternoon?â If you gave him those eyes and that sweet tone, heâd give you all of his time in the world.Â
âUh-huh, of course.â He's sure his voice sounds so squeaky but you smile at him so sweetly that it melts away all his worries.
âOkay, do you mind if I drop by? I need something to relax, and to let a little bit of my steam offâŚâ You winked at him, you couldnât be more obvious, and Eddie almost went limp at your words, no need for the Munson charm after all.Â
âS-sure!â He exclaimed, mouth curling into a wide grin.Â
âSee you later, boys.â
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âReally?â Eddie eyed you with a raise of his brows, getting more and more comfortable the further both of you inhaled from the rolled joint, your knee brushed against his, and his worries ghosted away with it.Â
âYou think Michael Myers is hot?â
âYeah!â You nodded, âToo weird for you, Munson?â you nudged him playfully.
âNo, no! Itâs just⌠how? He has a mask on,â
With a shrug, âThe mask is the appeal,â you giggle.Â
He scrunches his brows, confused. âThe mystery of the mask is what makes him sexy.â You shrug, and a soft âoh!â escapes his lips.Â
Heâs quick to ash the joint to the skull resin ashtray, getting up in a rush, causing you to furrow your brows, âwhat the hell are you doing?â
He turns with a grin, âgetting a mask.âÂ
You giggle at that, âOh, trust me, you donât need a mask pretty boy.â
âW-what?â He blinks quickly to process all of it, bringing a wide smile to your lips as you almost drag him by the collar of his shirt.Â
Eddieâs almost frozen, his mind explodes at how forward youâre being, pants getting tighter when he realizes how close you are to him.Â
Itâs finally happening and he can feel himself melt into you, he lets you stripe him of his control and his lips part slightly in surprise.Â
Mind struggling to process if this is all real. With a giggle you take him by surprise when you tug your fingertips at his messy curls, twisting his head to the side as you crash your lips down to his.Â
Dangerously sweet, addicting, and bold. And Eddie is putty in your hands.
âThe prettiest lips,â you hum into his mouth.Â
âYeah?â He almost blushes a rosy color, and you canât help but relish that feeling, letting it sink to your chest at how beautiful he looks when heâs so flushed, and you realize you need both of them.Â
You need Steveâs cockiness, you need Eddieâs tentativeness at the same fucking time.Â
And both of their dominance.Â
You whimper needily, the feel and taste of his soft lips flood all over your body, making you ache. Holy shit, heâs fucking good.Â
âF-fuck,â He whimpers as he pulls back, mind trying to register everything, but heâs quick to dive back in once he realizes he just stopped kissing you.Â
A passionate, needy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, teeth nibbling on your bottom lip, as his hand roughly grabs your waist, pulling you further. You feel hot, skin buzzing at how demanding he is.Â
Then he slowly moves from your lips to your jaw, down to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses all over, and you canât help but feel that warm slickness coating your thighs at how fucking needy he is for you.Â
And you know exactly what you need to do to lure him in, entirely.Â
âN-need you, Eds,â you whine into his lips, brows pinched together and Eddieâs already about to explode in his pants, youâre fucking perfect.Â
âWhere do you need me, angel?â He asks, all obedient and it has your core throbbing with need.Â
Your thighs part slowly, skirt riding up more and more as you expose yourself to him, and Eddieâs teeth drag on his bottom lip at the sight. âHere,â nails rake on the surface of the couch beneath your legs, pussy fully on display.Â
He almost groans at the sight, but no, he has to take control back again, he has to impress you.Â
And he wants to savor this moment, enjoy you, fully.Â
It gives him all the confidence he needs, with a slight push he has you on your back, sprawled on the couch, youâre surprised by the sudden change of control, but anticipation jumps in your insides, not knowing his next move is exciting and you let him enjoy it.Â
His hands start to idly run everywhere on your body, all grabby and rough. You donât know what to expect from him, and it certainly isnât this, his hold on your hips, breasts, and thighs, enough to leave a mark, still gentle, still attentive but equally rough and it has you almost whining out.Â
Heâs perfect.Â
âNeedy baby,â He hums, planting a sloppy kiss on your neck. âWhat do you need⌠my fingers or my tongue?âÂ
You shamelessly spread your legs further, enjoying his weight on top of you, hard bulge pressing against your thigh, but you need more. âBoth.âÂ
And your whiny answer is all he needs, his rough hands travel down to your inner thighs, almost toying as he drags his mouth all over you. Nibbling and biting all over your neck, shoulder, breasts, everywhere.Â
Heâs quick to drop down between your legs, and he groans at the sight of your puffy lips and dampened thighs, âJesus ChristâŚâ His teeth draw on his bottom lip.
âNo panties?âÂ
âNuh-uh,â you giggle shamelessly, and heâs almost fucking gone. The fabric of his pants so painfully harsh against his erected cock that he hisses.Â
Your legs quiver when he traces a finger around your opening teasingly and his mouth is pressing kisses down your inner thigh, sloppy and filthy.Â
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â he hums into you.Â
Your little whimpers and the sight of you so relaxed make Eddie a madman, he understands Steveâs non-stop blabbing about you the last few days, granted, he always knew you were perfect.Â
But once he gets a taste of this, and a sight of you like this, he knows he canât fucking quit, ever.Â
âMore.â You hiss out a breath as his fingertips gently circle your clit. Itâs demanding, and Eddieâs amber gaze is dark as it meets yours. âBehave,â He warns, itâs electrifying, making you want to disobey more than anything, everything about him draws you in.Â
With a smirk, you run your hand down his arms, meeting his fingertips with a gaze so dangerously lewd that Eddieâs eyes almost roll to the back of his head. âBut Iâm aching⌠I need so much more.âÂ
He groans, loudly. âSo fucking needy, arenât you? Only for me, huh?âÂ
He wants reassurance, he wants you to tell him heâs better than Steve. And you donât, because you need both of them, so you just tease him enough, just so both of them could get the idea of proving themselves to you.Â
You could just imagine them both taking turns, trying to prove to you which one would make you cum more, complementing each other, striping you out of your control, just for that one second, not knowing that you planned all of it.
Itâs sick, a bit deranged, and stupid. But exactly what you need.
âMhmm, only for you, baby.âÂ
Endearing words have him quick to push two fingers inside of you, still agonizingly slow, withdrawing a breath when he feels your slick walls.Â
His fingers slowly go in and out of you, the suspenseful score from the movie almost mirrors your heartbeat, rising each time he gives you a grin, basking in your whines.Â
âLook so pretty like this, sweetheart,â he praises, enjoying how your lips part slightly, pretty whines coming out of it. He circles your clit at a slow pace, still. Relishing in the way his name slips past your mouth so desperately, almost begging.Â
He presses a light kiss to your clit, and you shudder at the impact, gazing down at him, âYou like the way I look between your pretty thighs?â He hums into your walls.Â
âYes,â You coo, and he doesnât hesitate to dive in, parting your cunt with his thumb before his tongue is teasingly lapping up at you.Â
Itâs all so filthy and intimate that you immediately squeeze your eyes shut, his fingers, his tongue, itâs all too much but at the same time not enough.Â
You need him, you need more from him. Itâs just not enough.Â
âMakinâ prettiest noises for me, such a good girl, arenât ya?â You hum excitedly, all fucked out as you grind yourself on his mouth, you donât know what it is, but you canât help yourself, fingertips latched onto his curls, head thrown back, you feel like screaming.Â
And heâs torturously slow, giving you everything you need but not fully everything, withdrawing just a little to have you go crazy. And itâs fucking working, his tongue works wonders inside of your walls, his name falling like a prayer from your lips.Â
Not fucking enough. And itâs frustrating, to feel so on edge.Â
You shouldnât do this, you shouldnât beg for more, but you canât help it, itâs all hazy and you want more, itâs like youâve been deprived, and he feels so fucking good.Â
And maybe, you letting Eddie fuck you could drive Steve further, you could just imagine the scorched face on Steveâs look when he found out, and you want that mean side of him. You want him to compete for your attention, you want him to stripe you out of your control, for once in your fucking life.
You try to drag at his curls to feel his tongue more and more, flicking at your clit agonizingly slow but he slaps your hand away, warning you with his dark gaze.Â
âI need more,â you pout, looking down at him all doe-eyed.Â
âNeed you to fuck me,â you whine with a hidden smirk, Eddieâs eyes flashing a hunger that has you all excited in your tummy. Â
âNeedy little slut,â he murmurs in your ear. âSteve wasnât enough for you?â You love the newfound confidence in him, the sudden change in his tone, the darker his eyes get, the way he cooes has you dripping with need.Â
You shake your head with a giggle, âSteve didnât fuck me.âÂ
âWhat?â That brings an unintentional grin to his lips. You didnât let Steve fuck you but you were going to let Eddie fuck you? Oh, he could just cum in his pants right then and there.Â
You? Begging to be fucked by him? He was in heaven, and you were the prettiest angel.Â
âNo wonder, he canât fucking shut up about you,âÂ
So your plan was working.Â
âI donât blame him, angel. I wouldnât be able to quit you right after I tasted you either, so fucking perfect, hmm?â He gives you a dazzlingly addicting kiss, lips tasting like you and you hum into it.Â
You try to pull him closer by his shirt, but he doesnât let you, making you pout innocently at him. âI need you.â You donât know how he has you like this, and you try to make your brain believe that this was your plan, but you wholeheartedly want this, you want him to fuck your brains out. You want him to make you cum until you physically canât anymore.Â
A possessive look sits on his face, gaze all dangerous and it has you wanting more, âYou have me.â A wicked grin overturns on his lips, heâs quick to get rid of his clothes, almost ripping open your blouse. Fingertips brush over your skin with such passion that it almost burns.
He groans at the sight of your breasts, hands itching to grab them, mouth watering at the sight. âSo.â A kiss on your breasts, âfuckingâ, a nibble, âperfect.â His hands grabbed everywhere, mind reveling in everything.
Still struggling to realize if this was all real or not. He was hooked, so fucking hooked.Â
He couldnât blame Steve for not shutting up about you, you were addicting. He was right, maybe the two of you could share. He wouldnât be opposed to it at all, if there was one thing the three of you were good at, it was this.Â
âThat stays on.â He hums against your chest, fingers sliding over the tight little skirt you were wearing, flipping it over to your stomach but not taking it off. Â
You were whining like a bitch in heat now, eagerly watching him take off his cock from his already wet boxers, patches of pre-cum had formed on it and you couldnât help the delicious smirk on your face.Â
With a painful groan, his cock slipped past his boxers, and your eyes widened at the sight.Â
Salmon pink tip pearled with his pre-cum, looking so delicious that your mouth involuntarily opened at it, he was almost as big as Steve, only thicker, and slightly more curved to the left, perfect, just fucking perfect.Â
You understood his cockiness when it came to this, he was absolutely packing and by the way he had been acting, you could tell he knew how to fucking use it.Â
He leaned back slightly, still positioned between your thighs before he took his cock in his hand, with a dangerous gaze, he jerked at it, letting out a small groan with a sly smirk.Â
You could feel your thighs dampening when he circled the angry tip over your clit. âThat feels good, doesnât it, angel?â Mocking, cruel, teasing. And you loved every fucking second of it.Â
âY-yeah,â You murmur, eyes squeezed shut, your thighs are almost shaking and heâs watching you with a smirk, itâs all too sensitive and everything he does gives you an electrifying pleasure that you havenât felt before.Â
Shutting up all the avoidant voices in your head that tell you you shouldnât be doing this. Your thoughts and your body is consumed by pleasure as you hazily look down, his hand still on his cock while he drags it down through your folds. The tip of his pink slit parts you slightly, enjoying the way youâre gushing for him.Â
âJesus fucking Christ⌠look at this cunt⌠just soaked for me,â he growls and lines his throbbing cock at your entrance, a loud needy moan escapes your lips, making him gloat.
âLook at how greedy your pussy is, angel⌠practically pulling me in.â He teases, cock still dragging along your folds, and you are about to embarrassingly beg, before he finally drives his cock the rest of the way into your aching cunt, âFuck, fuck, fuuuck!â He groans loudly, his moans deliciously lewd. And your whines are mixed with his.Â
His hands are everywhere, rough, and grabby, almost like they are marking you. His hips thrust further into you fucking all of your worries away.Â
âLook how well youâre takinâ me, doll.â He hums, eagerly watching the way his cock disappears in and out of your soppy walls, mouth hanging open as curses slip past it at each of his movements.Â
âEddieâŚâ You whimper, you canât focus, you canât even fucking think. Your brain is short-circuiting by how good everything he feels, how he is hitting that one spot and is stretching you wider and wider, and you are doing everything you can to adjust to his size.Â
âWhat dâya need, baby?â He coos mockingly.
Heâs so much more cocky now, and he has earned it because heâs that good and youâre awfully pathetic for him.Â
You want to speak, but itâs almost as if youâre unable to, itâs frustrating, and Eddie is loving every second of it.Â
âAwww, so cock drunk that you canât even speak, princess?â Another harsh thrust has you whining and squirming.Â
âYou need more, baby? Need me deeper inside of this tight little cunt?â He hums, cock slamming inside of you so agonizingly slow that it has you moaning for more, youâre simply fucked out and heâs too far gone.Â
âNeed me to stretch it out with my big cock?â You nod so quickly that your head almost falls off, and Eddieâs chuckle reverberates loudly, echoing in the room with your whimpers.Â
âGreedy little slut.â He picks up his pace, and youâre fully lost in desire now, clinging to him as each of his thrusts pushes you closer and closer, heâs filling you to the brim and it nearly has you sobbing beneath him.Â
âYou feel so good, sweetheart. Fuckinâ soaked for me and this tight cunt was just made for my cock, wasnât it?â He growls against your neck, licking a path from your collarbone to the shell of your ear, grinning like a Cheshire cat.Â
Your eyes are squeezed shut, head thrown back in full euphoria while he thrusts in and out of you, setting a hard, brutal pace. Teeth sucking into your shoulder to slow himself down, to stop the release he can feel building.
Incoherent babbles are all that leave your lips, you can feel that familiar knot forming in your stomach, âY-yes, yes!â You whine, âIâm close, baby.â You lift your hips, trying to grind it against his cock to get more friction.Â
Itâs all filthy and desperate and it has Eddieâs eyes rolling to the back of his head. Youâre so fucking perfect for him and you stick to his mind.Â
This image of you, begging, his name falling from your swollen lips, all fucked out and spread for him. Itâs doing the best fucking damage to his mind and he canât get enough of you.Â
âYou gonna cum for me, honey? Wanna soak my cock?â His words are so lewd and it has you nodding like an idiot, you want him to cum with you, you need to feel him inside of you. Filling every fucking inch of you.Â
He can feel your pussy clamping around him, itâs all glorious and he wants nothing more than to engrave this image of you to his brain. He wants Steve to know, how you were mewling for him. âCum for me, angel.â He praises, slamming inside of you deeper than before, thrusts getting sloppier the more he sees how close you are.Â
He wants nothing more than to last, but your whimpers, the way you take him in, your mouth hanging open, itâs all fucking too much, and he knows if you give him one more whine or one more filthy talk heâs going to explode.Â
You writhe under him, so painfully good, but fucking impossible to hold yourself back once his thumb circles around your clit.
âW-want you to cum, too. Need to feel you i-inside.â You encourage him, and he groans at the idea of cumming together with you, balls drawing up and ready to fill your insides.Â
âFuck, fuck, fuuuck, baby,â He growls, slamming into you once, twice, thrice. âIf you say shit like that Iâm gonnaâfuck, fuck, fuck, baby!â He can feel his cock filling you to the brim, hitting that sensitive spot one last fucking time and you know itâs over.
âCum for me, pretty boy.â You cry out as you orgasm, pleasure shooting through your already hazy mind, and thatâs all the encouragement Eddie needs before he chases his own release.Â
He pounds into you one final time, deeper and harder, in a frenzy with how badly he needs to cum inside of you. With a few âfuckâs and âshitâs, and âso f-fucking perfectâs he growls your name as he fills you up. Not slipping out until heâs sure youâre filled full of him.Â
He collapses next to you with a sigh of breath, a sloppy kiss on your shoulder as heâs trying to register what the fuck just happened.Â
You donât give him a minute to breathe when you quickly get up, collecting your blouse as you ignore the confused look on his face.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âGetting ready?â You answer with a giggle.Â
âWhat for?âÂ
âTo leave, pretty boy.â
âB-but we just-âÂ
He sounded so adorable, but you couldnât. You couldnât allow yourself to fall into a mess of feelings, and yet without knowing, you were already walking right into it.Â
âIâm going to this thing at The Hideout today.â You murmured while fixing your skirt and hair in the mirror. Skirt creased and hair all chaotic. You thought you looked a fucking mess, but Eddie would argue that's the prettiest you looked.
Ruined by him.
âThereâs this bandââ
âCorroded Coffin?â Eddie replied quickly.Â
âHow did you know?â You turned with a raised brow, intrigued.Â
âYouâre looking at their lead singer, sweetheart.â He replied smugly, a grin sitting on his plump lips.Â
âOh my god!â You said in a mock screeching voice, âCan I please get your autograph, Mr. Rockstar?â You batted your eyelashes with a twirl of your hair, giggling when he narrowed his gaze at you.Â
âYouâre lucky, youâre so pretty, huh?â You shouldnât have felt your cheeks heat at the comment because he just fucked your brains out, but shit was he smooth. Making you blush with one fucking compliment. You were way too deep into this, werenât you?
âSo you listened to our stuff?â He asked, with a beaming smile on his face, too cocky. And it killed you to tell him you didnât when he had the most adorable look on his face.Â
âNo, but, this might be a great first listening experience.â You hummed, âSo make sure you donât suck, Mr. Rockstar.â Your hand turned the doorknob when you threw him a wink.Â
âDonât worry, sweetheart. I will rock your fuckinâ world," He returned the wink. âAgain.â He said with a smug smile and a cool tone.Â
You rolled your eyes playfully at him, âOh, and make sure to invite Steve too.â You hummed nonchalantly as Eddie nodded, almost obediently.
He would do anything you asked him to.Â
Maybe you shouldnât have accepted to go, because it was never any good to fuck the same guy twice, especially with someone like Steve who just slept around, or someone like Eddie who wore his heart on his sleeve. It would either end with your heart broken or theirs. Things always got too messy.
But both of them were just so⌠good. And you had this opportunity to have both of them.
How were you supposed to hold yourself back?Â
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âNo fucking way.â Steve said exasperatedly, shaking his head and denying what Eddie told him for the hundredth time.Â
Eddie groaned, growing frustrated, âYes fucking way, dude, ask her!âÂ
âAsk her what, whether you fucked her or not?â Steve narrowed his gaze when he turned to him, words laced with bitterness, if Eddie didn't know him better he'd say Steve was jealous.Â
And he was.
âYeah, because I did, and she fucking loved it.âÂ
âBullshit.â Steve spat, his face still wearing a shocked look that had Eddie grinning.Â
His mind was almost spiraling, that insecurity he felt years ago almost returning and the image was quick to shatter. Why didnât you want him? Why did you want Eddie?Â
âCâmon, Stevie,â He elbowed Steve playfully, enjoying this. Steve gloated for days about you, for days. And now he had something bigger to tease him with.
Because you, who rejected every idiotic boy in this town, who even rejected 'King Steve' begged for Eddie. And he couldn't help but bask in that, especially to annoy Steve further. âDonât be jealous, I thought you said we could share.â Eddie grinned like an idiot, brushing his shoulder against his teasingly.
And it was getting to Steve, the idea that you didnât want him. Like you could see right through his King Steve bullshit. âFuck you, man.âÂ
âSo, what? You can have her, but I canât?â He said with a little bitterness spilling out, eyeing Steve.Â
âNo, dude, justââ Steve sighed, âI canât fucking get my mind off of her.â He mumbled, almost embarrassed.
âNeither can I!â
âSo what the fuck are we supposed to do now?â Desperate, pathetic, and horny. Ironically, thatâs how you were feeling too, without knowing thatâs exactly what the boys were feeling too.Â
âDonât worry, Iâve got that covered.â Steve looked at Eddie with a narrowed gaze.
âSheâs coming to the show tonight,â Eddie hummed excitedly, âand she asked me to invite you too.â
Holy shit. That brought a saccharine smile on Steveâs face, it was stupid, to be so excited over something like this. But that meant you did want him. Stirring his stomach in the best and worst way possible, he wanted to shake it off, but he fucking couldnât.
Jesus fucking Christ. What were you doing to him?
âDude, do you realize what that means?âÂ
âWhat?â Eddie inquired.Â
âOh my sweet, sweet, MunsonâŚâ Steve tssked, âShe wants both of us.â
âOh, shit.â The realization was slow to hit Eddie, his mind still replaying what happened with you over and over again. âWait youâ uh, youâre okay with that?â Eddie asked, almost nervous.Â
âYeah, dude, why wouldnât I be?â Steve shrugged carelessly, it wasnât anything they hadnât done before, but Eddie still felt nervous, because this time it did feel different, with both of you.Â
âBesides we canât keep our girl depraved now, can we?âÂ
#steve harrington x reader#king!steve x reader#eddie munson smut#steddie x reader#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington fic#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x you#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x fem!reader#steve harrington x y/n#eddie munson x y/n#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#eddie munson
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You jest, but considering some of the things to come, it really seems like Jonathanâs habit of worrying more about Minaâs reaction to the bad things he experiences than the bad things themselves is a recurring theme. Mild spoilers but⌠those Weird Sisters, uh?
"God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me" is just "I can't die! That would make Mr Hawkins sad and Mina would CRY!"
#âthose dangerous vampire women were beautiful and I briefly felt both lust for them and fear for my lifeâŚ#my poor mina! should those words ever reach her she would be SAD!!!â#like sir youâve just been assaulted thereâs more important things to worry about#jonathan harker#dracula#dracula daily#mina murray#mr. hawkins#weird sisters#may 5th
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â°â¤ How they eat you out || One Piece
featuring: zoro, sanji, law, kid and hawkins
summary: how these one men eat pussy (wrote more for my dear husband hawkins <3 )
warnings: face sitting, cunnilingus, teasing, kid being an asshole.
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Zoro
This man is feral when it comes to eating you out, and he knows whatâs heâs doing. Knows how to move his tongue around your founds and knows how to make you cry out his name.
And he can be between your legs for hours. He doesnât care if youâre a whimpering mess. He isnât stopping until heâs satisfied.
Is a huge tease, will slowly drag his tongue along your inner thighs until youâre begging him to tongue fuck you. âAw whatâs wrong, canât handle a little teasing.â
His favorite position to eat you out is when youâre sitting on his face. And he doesnât want you hovering over his face. He wants your full body weight in his face. SIT. ON. HIS. FACE. âThatâs right baby, use my face as your chair.â
Zoro can be eating your pussy all day if he could. For breakfast, lunch and dinner. Itâs his favorite treat.
Sanji
Sanji loves eating you out, itâs his favorite meal of the day. And he needs his daily meal. And this man tongue works wonders on bringing you pleasure.
And he knows what you love. And knows what will make you cry out in pleasure. Oh god your moans drive him crazy. âKeep moaning for me PrincessâŚsuch a good girl. Good girl..â He loves praising you.
Like I said he loves praising you, heâll kiss your sweet lips and make his way down to your neck, stomach, legs, inner thighs and then to your needy pussy. âSo beautiful..â
His favorite position to eat you out is 69. Because not only heâs tasting your delicious pussy heâs getting his dick sucked by your beautiful lips. And heâs a moaning and whimpering mess in this position. Especially if you were to grind against his face.
Whenever you cum. He doesnât let a drop go to waste. Heâs gonna lick your pussy clean. âNot going to waste a perfectly good meal.â
Law
This man is a huge tease when it comes to eating you out. He enjoys watching you squirm underneath him and beg for some attention on your needy pussy. âCome on Princess, you have to beg more than that.â
For a grumpy bastard with a sharp tongue he sure does have a skillful tongue. He knows what makes you cry out his name. And donât get me started on his fingers. Those dangers fingers do wonders for you. So Law could be between your legs eating you out as if you were his last meal and heâll sneak two fingers inside of you.
Loves to dirty talk you. âSuch a good girl. So needy for some attention.â He would mumble, dragging his tongue along your inner thighs making you whimper. His facial hair would also tickle so youâre a squirming mess. âYouâre my dirty girl, this pussy is mine. Say it. Say itâs mine.â
Law loves eating you out while youâre on his desk. Heâll throw off his paperwork and pin you down. And rip off your bottoms and push your underwear to the side and eat you right there. Or he also loves it when youâre sitting on his chair and heâll get on his knees and spread your legs open and eat away.
Once heâs done eating you out, heâll give you a devilish smirk. âDonât you think you should repay the favor Princess?â
Eustass Kid
Kid rarely eats you out. Heâs the type of selfish man who prefers to receive instead of giving but whenever it comes to eating your pussy heâs ruthless and aggressive. He isnât going to stop until youâre a crying mess. âYou want me to eat you out then so be it.â
To prevent you from moving and squirming around heâll use the dangerous metal arm of his and pin your waist down and heâll shove his head between your legs and waste no time in teasing you. âStop moving around you Brat. I canât taste you if you keep moving around.â
Now Kid wonât admit it but he loves the way you taste. He doesnât understand why he doesnât do this more often. And whenever Kid is eating you out he makes sure to tell you how good you taste. âSo fucking good, if you behave from now on. Iâll eat this cute lil pussy of yours.â
His favorite position is having your back against the bed while his metal arm is wrapped around your waist. And this bastard isnât gentle, heâs biting and sucking on your clit. Bonus points if you tug on his hair, itâll drive him crazy.
Kid wonât hesitate to laugh at your face if youâre a crying mess. And he wonât stop until youâre passed out. âMm little brat canât handle my tongue.â
Hawkins <3
This man rarely eats you out, but when he does he makes sure to treat you right and he makes sure your comfortable. Heâll lay you down on his bed, trail small kisses along your body and make his way down. Heâll tease you slightly, not to much. Heâll drag his tongue along your clit, eyeing you. Studying your reactions. And this cold aloof man will get excited when heâs sees your face reactions. Your moans spilling out of your mouth.
Hawkins will praise you like thereâs no tomorrow. He drag his tongue along your neck whispering nothing but pure sweet comments in your ear. âCanât wait to devour you doll~â While his fingers make their way down spreading your legs apart, dragging a single finger between your folds. âFeeling wet already.â He mumbled against your ear. Bringing that finger to his lips and licking it clean.
Loves leaving hickeys in your inner thighs, itâs a way of marking you. And that you belong to him and only him.
Heâll place your legs over his shoulders and stay between your legs for hours. âSo good, you taste so delicious doll.â
Hawkins will use his fingers to spread your lips open and give you small gentle licks across your clit. And hearing your lewd sounds spill out of your mouth makes him go crazy. And whenever you tug on his blonde hair heâll moan between your legs. âNaughty DollâŚyou drive me crazy.â
Hawkins favorite way to eat you out is in the comfort of his private room. He doesnât take his sexual activities outside of the room for the sake of your personal privacy and for his as well. Like that being said, he loves having you spread across his bed, him thrusting two slender fingers into your pussy while his tongue works on your clit.
Heâs always watching your face reactions, the way your eyes are shut closed, how your mouth hangs open moaning his name out and how you move your hips against his face. It drives him crazy.
It has come across Hawkins mind to tie your legs up and eat away, but he would have to ask if it was okay with you. But seems to shy to ask you.
Once heâs done, heâll make sure youâre okay. Heâll clean you up, and make sure your taken care of. Heâll get you water and some good. Placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. âYou did a good job my doll. Such a good job.â
#Zoro#roronoa zoro#zoro x reader#zoro smut#Sanji#sanji x reader#Sanji smut#vinsmoke sanji#law x reader#law#law smut#trafalgar law x reader#Trafalgar law#eustass kid x reader#Eustass kid#Eustass kid smut#basil hawkins smut#basil hawkins x reader#basil hawkins#one piece x reader#one piece smut#smut#x reader#one piece
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