#joe quinn blurb

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is there someone else? - steve harrington

Steve Harrington x female! reader, some Eddie Munson x reader

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Summary:

When your friend with benefits, Eddie, ditches you, you take comfort in his roommate.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v, spit, cumplay, Eddie making some suggestive comments, language, weed use

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N:

I kind of set this one up for a part 2, so let me know if you want one!

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College was supposed to be “the best days of your life”. At least, that’s what your parents always told you, and always reminded you every time you had something to complain about.

Instead of that, you had an overwhelming amount of coursework, a professor who hated you, three major projects due next week, and a fuckboy friend with benefits who would never like you back the same way you liked him.

Yeah, definitely the best days of your life.

“Hey, baby,” the very same fuckboy friend greeted you as you exited the main lecture hall, books piled in your arms. He approached you and threw an arm over your shoulder, walking along with you.

“What is it, Eddie?” You were blushing, because you knew being seen with Eddie like this made it obvious what the two of you got up to. It was Eddie, after all, he had a pretty well known reputation. You totally weren’t blushing because of the ridiculous crush you have on him.

“I was thinking you could come over tonight,” Eddie drawled, leaning against you casually as you walked across the campus grounds. He always had that casual cockiness about him, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his tight jeans hugged his long legs, or the little strip of skin you could see beneath his t-shirt when he raised his arms.

“Tonight?” You asked. “I was going to be working on one of my projects tonight.”

“Boring,” Eddie said, waving the idea off. “Wouldn’t you have a much better time in bed with me?”

You blushed deeper, looking around to make sure no one had heard him. “Eddie!”

“Well it’s the truth,” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather spend the evening with my face between your legs?”

“Eddie, stop,” you said, not sure if you could take much more blushing. “I’ll come over.”

“Perfect!” Eddie exclaimed, spinning you around by your shoulders so you were facing him. “You will not regret your decision, princess.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “See you at my dorm room at 8, yeah?”

“Sure,” you called after him, but he was already walking away. You cursed under your breath as you noticed a group of girls from your class staring at you, and you quickly hurried off back to your own dorm room.

You were no stranger to these late night hookups in Eddie’s dorm. His roommate was hardly ever there, even though they were apparently good friends. You got the impression the roommate was a bit of a ladies man himself. It seemed like he was always out on a date with someone.

You wondered if you should dress up - maybe this would be the night Eddie realized he had feelings for you, too? You pushed that thought from your head - if Eddie had feelings for you, he would have acted on them by now. This was nothing more than sex to him and you knew it.

Despite knowing you were being delusional, you dressed up anyway. You wore a brand new matching bra and panties set, white lace that hugged every curve of your body perfectly. You wore a little dress over top, then spent way too long in front of the mirror doing your hair and makeup.

When it was nearly 8, you left your dorm building, walking down the path to the men’s dorms. You climbed up the stairs to the top floor, heading down the hall to the familiar door. You knocked, even though Eddie had told you countless times you didn’t need to.

You waited. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing not Eddie, but his roommate Steve.

Steve looked surprised to see you. His eyes widened slightly before a smirk spread across his lips. “Well. I wasn’t expecting a beautiful girl at my door this evening.”

You found yourself blushing yet again. Steve was really cute, and you’d had very few interactions with him. “Hey Steve,” you finally said. “Is Eddie here?”

“Uh, not right now,” he said. “I’m not sure where he went. Do you want to come in and wait for him?”

“Yeah, that would be good.” You cautiously entered the dorm room, feeling nervous despite the amount of times you’d been in there. You’d never been alone with Steve before, and you weren’t sure what to do or say.

You took a seat on Eddie’s bed that sat across from Steve’s. The other boy collapsed onto his bed, going back to the movie he’d been watching on the small color TV sitting on a dresser. He was watching The Breakfast Club, a bowl of popcorn next to him on the bed.

You waited for Eddie. And waited. And waited. You were beginning to feel humiliated as you realized you’d been stood up. You were just standing to go back to your dorm when Steve’s voice stopped you.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” He asked. “I was about to watch Scarface next.”

You thought for a moment. You could go home and mope in your bed, or you could stay here and hang out with Steve. You knew which one sounded like more fun. Fuck Eddie.

“Sure,” you said, and Steve scooted over, making room next to him on his bed. You kicked your shoes off and climbed on next to him, pulling your short dress down over your thighs. You noticed Steve’s gaze lingering on your legs.

As you watched the movie, Steve moved closer to you. About halfway through he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you nearly giggled from the cheesiness of it - if it didn’t feel so nice.

Steve began rubbing circles over the exposed skin of your arm, his right hand moving to rest on your bare thigh. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling of his warm hands on your skin, you clenched your thighs together as you felt your clit throbbing at the idea of Steve moving his hand higher.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Steve whispered against your ear so quietly you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

You froze. “What?”

Steve chuckled before speaking louder this time. “I said, you’re really pretty.” He turned to look down at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Too pretty to get stood up by my idiot roommate.”

You blushed. You didn’t need to be reminded about how you’d been ditched tonight. Probably for some other girl. “Thanks.”

Steve laughed again, lightly. “Are you okay? Really?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, I’m fine. Things between me and Eddie are just casual anyway. It shouldn’t be a big deal.”

“Still,” Steve said, “he had the prettiest girl on campus here waiting for him, and he ditched you for something else? If he thinks any other girl is half as perfect as you, he’s even dumber than I thought.”

You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You felt like you knew deep down that Steve was just trying to flatter you and make you feel better, but you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered in your chest.

“So cute,” Steve remarked again. The movie had gone forgotten, Steve’s attention fully on you now. He placed a finger underneath your chin, turning you to face him.

You met his eyes, the way he was looking at you caught you by surprise. His expression wasn’t playful or joking. “Can I kiss you?”

“Can- what?”

Steve laughed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“I…” You tried to shake some sense back into your head. Here was this cute guy, asking to kiss you, and you couldn’t even form a sentence. “Yeah.”

Steve smiled, then he was leaning in slowly until his soft lips pressed against yours. You melted into the kiss, body forming against his as you rested your hand on his chest. He kissed you with an eager intensity, lips locking with yours before he ran his tongue along the seam of your lips. You opened up for him and he slid his tongue inside, exploring your mouth.

His hand groped at your tits over your dress, before moving down to slide up your thighs. His hand rose up between your legs, cupping you over your core. You hoped he couldn’t tell how wet you had been already, but that hope was short lived.

“So wet for me already,” Steve hummed, trailing kisses down your jaw and to your neck. “You wanted this?”

“Mhm,” you agreed, mind spinning as Steve started biting and sucking at your neck. His fingers trailed over your pussy over your panties, teasing you.

“Want me to touch you here?” He teased, pressing harder against your clit. You whined, causing Steve to smirk against your neck.

“Yes, please,” you begged, arching your back and pressing your hips harder against Steve’s hand. Steve chuckled again, pushing your panties to the side and rubbing over your clit.

“So wet,” he said as he trailed his fingers down to your hole, pressing one to your entrance. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

You nodded, a pathetic little whine leaving your lips. Steve was absolutely eating up every reaction he pulled from you, he had never been with someone so responsive, and he loved it. He pressed one of his thick fingers inside of you and you whined again, back arching against his headboard.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked as he pumped his finger in and out of you, thumb rubbing your clit as he did.

“So good,” you moaned, and Steve smirked as he watched you, falling apart on nothing but one of his fingers. He couldn’t help imagining how you’d look on his cock.

He added a second finger, curling them up inside you. He watched you intently, but you didn’t have the space in your brain to be self conscious with the way he was pulling you apart with nothing but his hand. Even Eddie hadn’t been able to do this to you.

“Gonna cum?” He asked, feeling the way you began clenching around his fingers.

You nodded quickly, a weak “Uh huh,” being all you could offer him. Your hand shot up to grip onto his shoulder, your pitchy moans filling the small bedroom as your orgasm rose in your belly. “Steve-“

“That’s it, baby, say my name when you cum on my fingers,” he praised, face buried in your neck again. “Go on, baby girl, cum for me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and you threw your head back, pussy clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. You called his name over and over again- “Steve, Steve, Steve!”- him having the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“Thaaat’s it,” he praised, working you through every high of your orgasm until your body collapsed back against the headboard and he removed his hand. You watched as he placed the fingers between his lips, sucking them clean. “Taste so good, too. I always knew you’d be sweet.”

You felt yourself blushing again, chest heaving as you watched him lick your wetness from his long fingers. Ones that had just been inside you. You were supposed to be here for Eddie, and it was his roommate who just gave you the best orgasm of your life with nothing but his hand.

Steve moved back in to kiss you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. There was something so filthy about it that had your clit throbbing between your legs again. You kissed him back more eagerly than before, your hands resting on his neck.

“Wanna get inside you,” Steve muttered against your lips. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You moaned, bucking your hips up against his thigh. “Please,” you managed to squeak out, the only thing your hazy brain could come up with.

“Yeah? You want that?” Steve was breathless, a hand moving down to palm himself over his jeans. You hadn’t noticed how insanely hard he had gotten while fingering you. “You want my cock?”

“Want it so bad,” you whined, moving your own hand to replace his. He was rock hard beneath the material of his pants, and you knew he had to be uncomfortable. You rubbed over his erection, Steve groaning into your neck. You undid his belt buckle and jeans.

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve muttered, hands pushing your dress up until it was over your head. He took in the sight of your matching lingerie, eyes widening. “Goddamn. Look at you.”

“You like it?” You asked shyly, but it was pretty obvious he did, very much.

“Did I mention Eddie is a fucking dumbass?” Steve’s hands roamed over your body in the lingerie, fingers trailing over the lace of your bra. “My gain. God, you’re stunning.”

Steve sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head, his jeans undone and hard cock tenting his boxers as he moved back over your body. He kissed all over your stomach, your tits, your neck. His hands slid behind your back, expertly undoing your bra and dropping it to his floor.

“So fucking hot,” he said as he moved back to look over your body. He pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to reveal his long, thick cock, tip red and leaking precum. He stroked his cock as he looked down at you.

You leaned up, placing a small kitten lick against the tip of his cock, tasting the precum there. Steve groaned, hand moving to the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around him and began sinking down. “Shit,” he hissed, fingers tangling into your hair.

You took as much of him into your mouth as you felt you could. Steve bucked his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock down your throat until it was hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag, sputtering as you pulled off of him.

“Shit, I’m so sorry baby,” he said, pushing your hair behind your ear gently. “Are you okay? I- I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I’m okay,” you said, laughing through watering eyes. “Was just a lot.”

Steve laughed lightly. “Yeah? It was a lot?”

You slapped at his thigh, making him laugh again. You liked the sound of his laugh. You wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper on your own this time. Steve groaned loudly as you took him all the way, drool dripping from around your lips and onto the bed below him, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck, look at you. Such a little slut.” Steve ran his fingers through your hair as he watched the way your mouth wrapped around his dick, loving the sight. He would be thinking about this moment, this vision, on many nights alone.

You licked along the underside of his cock as you sucked him, moaning around his length to send the vibrations around him. Steve moaned loudly at that, pulling on your hair. “Shit. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sucking me like that.”

You pulled off of him with an audible pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock. His dick twitched at the sight, another low groan leaving his lips.

“Fuck. I have to have you, right now.” He flipped you over, causing you to squeal and giggle as you landed on your stomach on the bed. You felt Steve’s fingers beneath the waistband of your panties before he pulled them down your legs. He smacked your ass hard, watching the way it jiggled beneath his palm. God, he couldn’t get enough of you.

Steve gripped your hips, pulling them up so your back was arched for him. He stroked his cock a few times, then moments later he was sliding his cock through your folds, collecting your wetness on his dick. He pressed his fat tip against your hole, and you gripped onto the sheets in preparation. Steve was big, you knew you’d need something to hold onto.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked, hands caressing down your sides gently. He admired your body from behind, before leaving another harsh slap on your ass. You jumped at the feeling, a quiet mixture between a gasp and a moan falling from your lips.

“I’m ready,” you told him, arching your back farther and pressing your hips back against him, desperate to feel him stretching you open.

“Needy little pussy,” Steve said, slapping your ass a third time. “I’ll give her what she wants, don’t worry baby.”

Steve started to slide into you, thick cock splitting you open as he pressed deeply inside. He groaned loudly at the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him so perfectly, like your cunt was made for him. “Jesus. You have the perfect pussy, baby. I can’t believe Eddie missed out on this tonight.”

You gripped onto the pillow as Steve bottomed out behind you, balls pressed against your ass as he held his hips tightly against you. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, turning around to look at Steve. God, he looked so hot behind you like this, cock buried deep in your pussy.

“Don’t wanna cum yet,” he admitted with a breathless laugh. “You feel too good, baby.”

You giggled, moving your hips back against him. This time it was Steve’s turn to cry out, a pathetic sounding whimper unintentionally escaping from him. “Babe, please.”

You liked feeling like you had some power over him. You pushed your hips back again, hard, and moaned as his tip brushed against that spot deep inside you.

Steve groaned again, his grip on your hips tightening. “You’re being a brat right now, you know that?”

“Am I?” You giggled again, moving back and forth along his cock.

“Eddie never told me you were so bad,” Steve said, slapping your ass again so hard it left a bright red handprint on your skin. “Always took you for a good girl. But you’re not being very good for me right now, are you?”

“I can be good,” you promised him. “Just want you to fuck me.”

“Impatient,” he tsked. “You want to get fucked like a whore? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” you begged. “Please, please fuck me like a whore. Wanna be your little cockslut.”

Steve moaned, finally, finally starting to move his hips. He began fucking into you quickly, his headboard slamming into the wall and definitely disturbing anyone on the other side. “Like this? Wanted to get fucked like this?”

You moaned desperately, the sounds you were making turning higher and higher as he pounded into you from behind. “Yes, Steve, fuck, please don’t stop!”

Steve pulled your hips back to meet every thrust. His long, usually immaculately styled hair hung over his face as he dropped his head forward, getting lost in the pleasure of you. “Pussy’s perfect baby. I can’t fucking believe how perfectly it fits around my cock. Wanna fuck this pussy every fucking day.”

You basked in the praise, his words sending chills down your spine. “S’good, Steve, your cock is so big, fucks me so good.”

Steve was grunting with every thrust, his own mind going hazy with lust as he struggled to stay present in the moment. He had never felt a pussy as good as yours, truly, he couldn’t believe that there was anything on earth Eddie could choose over fucking you. You were perfect. There was no other girl on campus who could even compare.

“Yeah? I’m fucking you good, baby?” Steve was breathless as he spoke, trying his hardest not to show how absolutely wrecked he was inside you. He’d never had a girl bring him to his knees like this, literally.

“So good,” you promised him, never wanting him to stop. You could feel another orgasm approaching, the angle he was fucking you bringing you more pleasure than you’d ever felt. “Gonna cum again.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “Gonna cum just from getting fucked?”

“Yeah,” you whined, pushing back against him again. With the added help every thrust was so deep, so intense. Steve was fucking you wildly, you never knew you’d like being fucked so animalistically the way he was, but you fucking loved everything about this.

“Go on and cum all over my cock then, slut,” he said, slapping your ass again. You cried out, which only egged him on more. “Cream all over my dick, baby.”

Steve leaned forward, grabbing your face around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. He pursed his lips and spit, landing on the side of your mouth. You gasped, eyes going wide - no one had ever done that to you before. He watched as you darted your tongue out, licking his spit away and swallowing it.

“Good fucking girl,” Steve praised, moving back and wrapping an arm around your middle to rub against your clit again. “Now, I need you to cum for me.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your mouth dropped open as your second orgasm crashed through you, the most embarrassingly desperate moans falling endlessly from your very soul. Steve kept fucking you hard, riding through your high and beyond it.

“Fuck, yeah, gonna cum,” he groaned, hips snapping into yours even faster. “I’m so close, baby. Gonna cum in that little pussy.”

“Cum for me, Steve,” you moaned, thrusting back against him with every movement. Your head dropped down, face buried in the pillows to bury the sounds you were making as he buried himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, fuck!”

Steve spilled into you, pumping his cum into you deeply as the hottest groans you’d ever heard from a man filled the room. His hands held you so tightly you could feel the bruises blooming on your hips.

“Shit,” he muttered as he pulled out, and you flipped over onto your back to see him. He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs for him. He could see his cum gently dripping from your spent cunt, and the sight had his dick twitching all over again.

He dipped between your legs and you gasped loudly as you felt his tongue on your sensitive pussy. Steve licked you clean, his tongue flicking over your bud before focusing on your hole and the cum escaping from you. The overstimulation sent you over the edge as a third orgasm ripped through your tired body, your hands pulling hard on Steve’s hair as you called his name again and again.

When he lifted from between your legs, you could see his cum on his tongue, smeared along the side of his mouth. He moved forward, pressing his lips to yours and licking against your own tongue as you tasted the mixture of yours and his release. He pushed his cum into your mouth, and you gladly licked it all from his tongue and lips, swallowing as you made eye contact.

“How do I taste?” He asked, that cocky smirk back on his face.

“So good,” you said, pressing another gentle kiss to his lips.

Steve lay down on the bed next to you, pulling a cigarette from a pack on the bedside table and a lighter. He lit the cigarette, offering you one, but you declined.

“That was incredible,” you finally said, making Steve chuckle around the cigarette.

“Yeah, it was,” he agreed. He reached over and grabbed your hand with his free one. “I’d like to do this again sometime.”

“This specifically?” You weren’t sure you wanted or needed another friend with benefits. You wanted more for yourself than that. The last thing you needed was another fuckboy friend to catch feelings for and get hurt over.

“Not necessarily,” Steve laughed. “We could go out somewhere else. On a date, maybe.”

“A date?” You tried to hide the way your face lit up, but you couldn’t hide from Steve. “That would be nice.”

“Cool. I’ll give you a call then.” Steve smiled. “Not that that means you have to leave now.”

You stayed in bed, naked and talking with Steve. It turned out you actually had things in common, and he was easy to talk to. He also was good friends with Eddie, but clearly didn’t approve of the way he had ditched you tonight. But at least it led you to Steve.

You were in the middle of sharing a joint and watching another movie from Family Video when the sound of the lock turning startled you. You had time to quickly grab the sheets and hold them over your bare chest as the door opened and Eddie walked in.

“You’ll never believe the night I had man, I-“ Eddie stopped cold when he turned and saw you in bed with Steve. He said your name, confusion written across his face.

“Uh,” you said, not sure what to do. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Hey,” he said back awkwardly, looking between you and his friend. “Am I, uh, interrupting something?”

“Nah, we were just watching The Lost Boys,” Steve said, ever casual even though he was also still completely naked beneath the blankets, after having fucked his best friend’s FWB. “Welcome to join us, if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like to join,” Eddie teased, a knowing smirk on his face as his eyes dragged over your body. “Looks like fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Where were you?”

He raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, you were supposed to be meeting me here at 8, remember?”

Realization dawned on Eddie then, and his jaw dropped open. “Shit, princess, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me. I was with the guys, we were working on a new song…”

You shook your head. “It’s whatever.”

A sly smile spread across Eddie’s lips. “You were upset.”

“Well yeah, you bailed on our plans, of course I was upset!” You were getting upset again now, not caring that your boobs would be on full display if you dropped the thin sheet.

“So upset you ran into the arms of my roommate?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. You were speechless, and maybe you had been in the wrong, too. But it’s not like you and Eddie were exclusive, you could sleep with whoever you wanted.

“I’m not mad,” he said quickly, reaching a hand forward to rub your leg beneath the blanket. “I’m only upset I missed out.”

“Maybe next time,” Steve teased. “I’m sure she’d like that. She’s a real little slut, you never told me that.”

You blushed deeply as Eddie laughed, moving to stand next to you now as he gently caressed your face. “Yeah. She can be real naughty when she wants to be. Can’t you, princess?”

“Oh, she’s a filthy girl,” Steve contributed, moving to kiss at your neck again. “But she was so good for me.”

“She always is,” Eddie added. “Maybe you can show us how good you can be for us both, yeah?”

thank you for reading! let me know if you’re interested in a part 2 👀

[louloulemons-posts]

i can just imagine eddie being that boyfriend who gets mad if you open the door for yourself.

like this guy will carry you back to the van and put you in back in there, shut the door and then re-open it.

he will fully sprint down the halls at school to open the doors.

you’d open the door for him and he just stares at you, “are we going or not?”

“close the door.”

“why?” you’d ask teasing him.

“sweetheart i swear to god.”

“come on let’s go,” you’d leave the trailer and eddie would follow after, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.

“nope, not doing this.”

he’d shut the door behind you and then open it again for you, “after you sweetheart.”

rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t help but huff a laugh.

⬆️ eddies reaction when you open the door.

[eddiesxangel]

But the thought of Eddie being so unapproachable and “scary” with everyone else, but when he is with you or talking to you he’s all

“I love you so much my sunshine, baby cakes, *kissy noises * no you hang up” kinda attitude!!!

twirling the phone cord around his finger while talking to you on the phone. One day the the hellfire guys over hear him on the phone not believing their ears bc that cannot be eddie talking?they start mocking him. The second he hangs up he is back to being all macho man again they start mocking him to his face but they start to get scared

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[localemofreak]

Chocolate Chip Pancakes.

(Rockstar!Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Fem!Reader)

(A/n: there's no song connected to this one, I just got bored and came up with a cute little story because two things have been in my mind 24/7- Rockstar Eddie and Dad Eddie. So I mixed them, please enjoy idk what I'm really doing here-)

‼️Warnings: LOTS of fluff, kissing, little kiddos, teasing of smut but doesn't happen bc of kiddos 😔, but that's really it ig- tell me if I forgot something.‼️

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The Saturday, LA sun shined through the curtains right onto your face, slowly waking you up to the feeling of warmth on your face.

A small sigh fell from your nose as your eyes fluttered openly slowly, turning your head slightly to see your husband already awake.

Eddie was laying on his side, his brown curls wild from sleep and his brown doe eyes soft with a tired tint in them- his head rested in his hand as he looked down at you with a little tired grin, slightly making it obvious he had been staring at you when you were sleeping.

"How long have you've been watching me-" you mumbled tiredly while slowly closing your eyes again, causing Eddie to let out a small chuckle as he picked his head up from his hand.

"Long enough my sweetheart~" he hummed, moving his lips right next to your ear which caused a small shudder to run down your spine.

Eddie seemed to take notice, letting out another low chuckle as he pressed a small kiss on the back of your ear, slowly moving his small trail of kisses down your neck as you tried to wake yourself up.

"Ed- baby... it's too early for this-" you whined quietly, lazily pushing him away as you opened your eyes slightly, your actions doing nothing to the metalhead as he just smirked against your skin, continuing to kiss at your exposed neck.

As Eddie moved his lips more downwards in the crook of your neck, your eyes slowly fluttered shut as you let out a small hum, obviously enjoying it in some way as you slowly tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck.

Eddie just let out a small chuckle against your skin, lightly sucking and nibbling at your skin as shaky breaths fell from your lips.

As Eddie started to slowly make his way to hover over you, you hear the sound of your guys bedroom door slamming as the door swings open- causing your eyes to shoot open and Eddie to quickly pull away.

You sat up slowly as your ears filled with the sound of tiny excited shrieks from your two young daughters, causing you to wince slightly since it was still pretty early.

"Girls-! Girls-! Come on ladies, tone it down please." Eddie called out, raising his voice slightly as the shrieking seemed to hurt his ears as well.

The young girls just quickly climbed onto the bed, trading their playful shrieks to giggles as they quickly got on all fours, crawling their way up to the top of the bed to cuddle with you and Eddie.

"Mommy! Daddy-! We're hungryyyyyy" your 6 year old daughter, Sabrina whined- her little arms wrapping around her dad's tattooed bicep as he sat up in the bed.

"Yeah-! I'm hungwyyy!!" Your 4 year old, Willow whined as well, her little lisp showing through her words.

They both were just clinging onto Eddie, causing you to chuckle as you watched him lift them both up, standing up from the bed with both of them in his arms.

"Alright, alright-! Why don't we head downstairs my little babes- get everything set up for mom, how does pancakes sound??" Eddie said, causing the girl's faces to light up as he quickly placed them down.

"Pancakesss!!!" They both squealed before quickly sprinting out of the room, causing you and Eddie to look at each other and chuckle.

As Eddie followed them out of the room, you slowly got up, rubbing your face and yawning as you slowly shuffled behind.

The girls were already in the kitchen, eager to start making pancakes as Eddie went to go grab the supplies to make pancakes.

Both girls were chasing after each other, squealing and giggling happily as they ran around the big kitchen of your nice Los Angeles home.

With the success of Corroded Coffin, it also came with a shit ton of money for Eddie- too much almost, he always thought it was stupid with the amount of money he owned now.

So he decided to try and use it for some good use, spoiling his two little girls and the love of his life-obviously wanting to make sure you all had the best life possible..

As Eddie started making pancakes, you watched the girls as they ran around happily, which you couldn't help but smile at.

You had the perfect life- two beautiful kids, a handsome and caring husband, an amazing home.

It was perfect..

You decided after a little bit of just standing there to walk up behind eddie, slowly wrapping your arms around his bare torso while laying your head down on his back.

"Hey baby." he muttered softly, turning his head to look back at you with a soft smile.

You just looked back up at him with the same smile, admiring him while placing a small kiss on his back.

"I love you so much Munson." you said, slowly moving one of yours hands to rest on his back as you continued to lean against him.

"You're the love of my life sweetheart." He said, slowly turning his body to face you as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a hug.

You stood there with Eddie for a while, just enjoying the moment and the warmth of his chest as he held you..

After a little bit, you decided to let Eddie finish cooking as you set the table up, also telling the girls to sit down at the table.

You all just sat down at the table together as Eddie placed the pancakes on everybody's plates, all talking and laughing and just enjoying time as a family together.

You couldn't have asked for anything else in life.

[ryan-waddell11]

I just know this man has the WORST poker face

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Servant Turned Empress

Emperor Geta x f!servant reader

warnings: 18+ only! Minors DNI! mean!Geta (ofc), face slapping, insulting names (bitch, cunt, whore), degradation, oral (forced throat fucking), spanking, unprotected p in v smut, rough sex, creampie, profanity (obvi 💀), a happy ending yay for both Geta and Reader yay!, etc

summary: As nothing but a measly servant to the Emperors of Rome, you never thought that the eldest of the two would see you as more than such. But you were wrong, oh so wrong.

You were a mere servant, never really caring to catch the attention of either of the Emperors, but unbeknownst to you, you had caught the undivided attention of one. Emperor Geta.

To you, Geta was a power hungry and extremely pompous asshole. And you weren’t afraid to say so. You’d never say it to his face though, knowing the consequences could quite possibly end with your demise, and you weren’t ready for death yet.

“I think he’s into you,” Mabel, one of your fellow servants, whispered while the two of you organized Emperor Geta’s wardrobe, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “You should see the way he looks at you.”

“Who?” You asked, hoping she wasn’t about to say who you thought she was going to say.

“Emperor Geta.” She responded with a sheepish smile, hanging up one of his robes in its respective place.

You scoffed at that, giving your head a shake as you responded in a not as hushed manner. “I sure hope to the gods that he isn’t. Geta is a pompous asshole. I’d love to smack that cocky smirk off of his stupid fucking face.”

You noticed the way her body language and demeanor immediately shifted, back straightened and eyes wide as she seemed to stare behind you. He’s behind me, isn’t he? You slowly turned around towards where her gaze was fixed, mentally slapping yourself for expressing your feelings about Emperor Geta right in front of him. You didn’t even realize he was in the room.

He was giving you a displeased glare, pupils blackened as he seemingly burned a hole right through you. “Come here. Right now.” He demanded, his pointer finger pointing towards the floor directly in front of him, ready to fix that disrespectful mouth of yours.

“Make me.” You scoffed, turning away from him to continue your work. You weren’t about to give in to his demands when you were trying to finish your duties that he assigned you in the first place. “Pompous asshole.”

Mabel gasped at your disobedience, her gaze dropping to her feet when Emperor Geta stomped his way over to you. She’d never speak to him like that, she knew better and she feared him more than anyone in all of Rome.

Geta grabbed you by the arm and forcefully spun you around, his ringed hand laying a harsh, reprimanding smack across your face. Your head whipped to the side from the force, but you weren’t going to back down. Not yet. “You better watch your tongue, you disrespectful little bitch. I own you, so you will do as I fucking say. Got it?”

You stared up at him with defiant orbs, your fists clenched by your sides to prevent yourself from smacking him like you so desperately wanted. You could have apologized and moved on from this, but you enjoyed egging him on, wanting to see how far you could push him and if your disobedience would get you killed after all. Or if he was into you like Mabel suspected, then maybe he’d make an exception. Maybe he’d someway, somehow start to like this defiant side of yours. “Own me? You don’t, own me. I belong to no one but myself. You just think you own me because you’re a self righteous dick with power.”

Geta took in a deep breath through his nose, jaw clenching tightly at your continued disobedience. You used to be so innocent, so obedient to his every demand, what happened to that version of you? If only he knew you were intentionally getting under his skin. “If you’re going to run your mouth like a cunt, then I’m going to treat you as such.”

Immediately he was forcing you onto your knees, giving your face another harsh slap when you tried standing back up. “Stay on your fucking knees. If you’ve got nothing of value to say, then I’m going to put this mouth to better use.” He quickly freed his cock from beneath his tunic and robe, thankfully not wearing his armor at this very moment.

You had to prevent yourself from widening your eyes at how endowed he was, not wanting to give him that ego boost when his ego was already through the roof. His shaft was girthy and long, and the vein running along the length of it was visibly throbbing already. Maybe I should have disrespected him way before now if this is what I get in return.

“Open your fucking mouth and don’t make me tell you twice.” He growled, grabbing your face in his hand and squeezing your cheeks hard enough to get you to part your lips for him. As soon as your jaw dropped open, he was forcing his cock into your mouth, groaning deeply when he hit the back of your throat. “Hollow your cheeks, whore.”

You automatically choked on his cock once he reached the back of your throat, hollowing your cheeks and taking a deep breath through your nose just before he started ruthlessly thrusting back and forth, choking even more when he reached to plug your nose thus cutting off any possible supply of oxygen you could get. Maybe he is going to kill me. At least I’ll go out with his cock down my throat.

“Look at you, already choking on my cock and I’ve only just started.” He mused with a snarky smirk, making you roll your eyes in mock annoyance. His hand gripped on your hair at the back of your head while his hips repeatedly snapped forward, using his grip to force your face to meet each thrust down your throat, smirking even wider when it pulled a garbled moan from your throat. “Oh you like that, huh you filthy whore? You like it when I violate your throat? Hm?”

You couldn’t help it, you moaned even louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head for different reasons now. You hated to admit it, but the way he was throat fucking you with no remorse had you dripping, your pussy pulsating with each inconsiderate thrust down your throat. As much as you wanted to take a breath through your nose, you couldn’t, so you tried with all your mental and physical energy to stay conscious while he took his frustration towards you out.

Geta kept his gaze on your face as he forced himself down your throat, a wider smirk tugging at his lips when he noticed tears started to spill from the corner of your eyes. He wondered to himself if this was making you learn your lesson or if you were going to continue pushing his buttons to see what else he would do to you. He couldn’t deny it, your defiance which led to this moment made him hope you would test him some more, especially since your mouth and throat felt divine. He could only imagine how your cunt felt.

You snapped your gaze back on him when your lungs started to burn from lack of oxygen, looking up at him with eyes begging him to let you breathe, your fingers gripping onto his pristine robes to prevent yourself from collapsing. “Mmf!” You whimpered, one of your hands moving to wrap around the wrist of his hand still plugging your nose.

Geta took the hint and released your nostrils from between his fingers, letting you catch your breath through your nose while he continued abusing your throat with his cock. He watched as the color of your face returned to normal now that oxygen returned to your lungs, but your tears still resumed spilling down your face. “If you’d listened to me the first time, I wouldn’t have been so cruel while I throat fucked some respect into you.”

You narrowed your eyes to glare up at him, lifting your hand to give him the middle finger which only had him grinning sadistically. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but part of you felt that your life wasn’t on the line, he was just really going to put you in your place if you continued your disobedient acts towards him.

He suddenly pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you ample opportunity to take multiple deep breaths to fully satiate your lungs while he glanced over at his other servants who were trying their best to ignore what was happening. “Leave us.” He ordered, waiting until the few of them scurried out of his chambers and the doors closed behind them.

Now your heart was pounding in your chest, hoping to the gods that he wasn’t going to kill you now that the two of you were alone. You hissed when he yanked you off the floor by the hair and forced you to look at him, him smirking at how swollen your lips had become from being wrapped around his cock. Gods he’s so cocky.

“You are very lucky that you’re my favorite. If it had been one of those servants who just left to disrespect me like this, their throats would have been slit the moment their disrespectful thoughts left their mouth.” His eyes roamed your face as he spoke, before he was dragging you over towards his bed and forcefully bending you over it. “Now you’re going to lay here like the obedient girl I know you can be while I deliver a well deserved punishment and you’re going to apologize for your blatant disrespect as I do so, got it?”

“Yes, Augustus.”

Geta grinned impishly at that, finally seeing an inkling of obedience from you again. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Keep that up and I’ll have forgotten all about your disobedience in no time.” His hands gripped onto the fabric of your skirts and yanked them upwards before moving to your undergarment beneath and ripping it in two right off of you, giving his lips a lick at the sight of your plush ass cheeks.

You gasped at the sheer strength in his actions, biting down on your bottom lip as his fingers started tracing along your supple flesh before letting out a loud cry when his hand came down with a hard whack. “I-I’m sorry, Augustus!” You gasped, bracing yourself for the second smack you knew was coming, crying out again when it was received.

“I’m sorry Augustus for...?” He inquired, wanting a detailed apology and nothing less.

“I-I’m sorry for disrespecting you! For calling you such mean things, for not obeying your commands, for...for intentionally getting under your skin to see how far I could push you!” Your cries grew louder when his spanks grew more harsh, fresh tears spilling down your face all over again.

“And...?”

“And I’m sorry for saying you don’t own me! I-I’m yours! All yours, Augustus! I belong to you and you only! I-I’ll do anything you ask of me, like an obedient servant does!” You braced for more spanks, but they never came. Letting out a shaky breath, you dared to look over your shoulder, finding Geta staring down at you with something new in his eyes.

“You’ll give me my heir, that’s what you’ll do for me.” He gave you no warning before he was slamming his entire length inside you, your scream so loud, your pleasure could be mistaken for murder. A guttural moan erupted from his throat when he felt how tight and wet you were, his fingers digging into your hips as he started repeatedly slamming his cock in and out of you. “Fuck, I’ve never felt a more perfect cunt in my life. She’s all mine now. Say it!”

“She’s all yours, Augustus! All yours!” You squealed as you took every harsh thrust of his cock into you, the pain mixed with pleasure a feeling you never wanted to forget. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head with each ram against your cervix, fists clenched tightly into his sheets while you started squeezing around his cock. “Right there! Right there!”

Geta groaned at the way your walls squeezed around his cock, repeatedly aiming for that exact spot so they’d continue to do so, needing the added pleasure to coax him closer to his release. He wasn’t going to stop fucking you until you were filled to the brim with his seed. “Keep fucking squeezing me, going to claim my perfect cunt by filling her with my cum.”

You did just as he demanded, giving squeeze after squeeze after squeeze around his cock while he ruthlessly fucked you until finally he was tossing his head back with a roar and filling you with thick, heavy loads of his cum just as you coated his cock with your own cum. You buried your face into his bedding with a mewl as he filled you, not stopping your squeezes until he told you to.

“That’s enough.” He hissed after a minute, slowly pulling out of you once your vise-like clenches ceased and allowed him to easily slip out of you. He rolled you over onto your back after a moment before lifting you up to place you further up his bed, grabbing one of his pillows and using it to raise your hips up so not a single drop of his seed would go to waste. “Now you stay right here while I go tend to some important matters. Don’t let anything drip out of you, okay? Gotta be sure my seed takes.”

You gave your head a nod, watching as he fixed himself up while a thousand thoughts started swimming around your mind. You couldn’t stand him this morning, but now he was everything you could ever need. Did this change things between the two of you? Did he really want a servant to be the one to bear him his heir? Were you more than just a servant to him now? You needed to know.

“Augustus...” You whispered, nervously chewing on your bottom lip as you prepared yourself for the questions you had.

“Hmm?” He inquired, tossing your destroyed undergarments to the floor after cleaning his cock of your cum before tucking it back beneath his tunic.

“You don’t really want me to be the one to bear your heir, do you? I’m just a lousy servant... Don’t you want someone of a higher status to be the one to do so?” You frowned, your gaze refusing to meet his as you fiddled with your thumbs.

Geta sighed, moving to sit down beside you on the bed and reaching for your hands to still their anxious movements. “Look at me.” He commanded in a more gentle tone now, waiting for you to look up at him before continuing. “You’re not just a lousy servant. I’ve been wanting to make you more than that since your parents sold you into servitude, I just had to wait for the proper time to do so.”

“Really?” You blushed, completely taken aback by his confession.

“I did tell you you’re my favorite and I didn’t mean as a servant, I meant in general. I knew you were special when I first laid eyes on you.” He chuckled, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss. “I’m sorry if I was too hard on you earlier. I just, I don’t take too kindly to that level of disrespect and when you kept pushing, my resolve snapped. I wasn’t expecting my favorite girl to say such cruel things about me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, a soft frown on your face. “I only thought those things about you because I still have so much pent up anger over my parents selling me to be a servant. I guess I just never gave you the chance to prove yourself to be more than what you show yourself to be to everyone else in Rome.”

“Will you give me that chance now? Will you let me show you that there’s more to me than meets the eye?”

“Of course.” You smiled, your breath catching in your throat when he cupped your cheek and leaned in to press a deep kiss to your lips, your hands cupping his face as you kissed him in return.

“Thank you. I promise you, you will not be disappointed.” He breathed into the space between your mouths as he rested his forehead against yours. “I have some things I need to tend to right now, but I promise come tomorrow, you will no longer be a servant.”

Geta held true to his promises, proving to you that deep down he had more than a heart of stone, and turning you from the servant you were sold to be into the Empress you were destined to be. You never would have anticipated marrying the man you once despised, but now you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀) 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝟭𝟴+, 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲 (𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹’𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗲), 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗻𝘁: 𝟰.𝟳𝗸

the fifth chapter of Open Til Midnight

Friday’s.

In your 23 years of living nothing has come close to the feeling of waking up on a friday. The bedsheets under your skin, the calming breeze of May, the pleasure you feel between your legs as Eddie slowly rolls his hips, his cock nestling deep into you. After you blew his mind last night, he wanted to make sure you’d go to work today with the biggest smile on your face.

“How’s this, baby?” He asks you over gritted teeth.

You look up at him. His cheeks tinged pink, his muscles tightening and those messy dark untamed curls draped over you. “So good, Eddie.”

He grin and laces his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles. “You’re perfect.”

You roll your hips to match his slow pace. “Feels so good, you’re so deep baby.”

He blushes at the name. He’d told you he liked any name really, as if the name would be what he’s focused on when he can have you like this. Spread out beneath him, your tits slowly bouncing with every thrust.

“Yeah? Tell me what you need princess i’m right here.” He rolls his hips with a bit more force, a strangled moan falling from his lips.

“Want you to fuck me harder.” You said it so softly, and yet it flips that switch in his head to something feral. He caresses your hips before gripping and lifting you, fucking into you at the new angle at a quicker pace. He moans from the sounds of your prettier ones.

“Fuck, Eddie ‘s so good-“

He really was. Eddie fucks you like nothing you’ve ever had before. He caresses your body and kisses you gently, yet his grip is possessive and hungry, bruising your skin. When his eyes aren’t shut from pleasure, he’s looking at you. At your body and your face, paying attention to what gets you closer and what makes you moan the most because fuck does he love hearing you moan for him.

And the sounds he makes for you gets you even hotter. The way he moans your name when he’s leaning over your body, fucking into you as he kisses your cheek. The distinct sound of a whimper he lets out when you tug his hair. The way he moans louder and grips you as tightly as you hold him when you both come.

He pants and pulls you close to lay his head on your chest. He kisses between your breasts.

“Sweetheart, you take my breath away.” He grins, still slightly out of breath.

You look at him. How pretty he is after being so intimate. His cheeks tinged with pink, his eyes glazed with love and comfort. That’s all you feel in this moment with Eddie. He laces his fingers with yours and kisses your knuckles.

“Oh, I am weak princess.” He flops his head dramatically onto your tummy, causing you to laugh.

“You’re so dramatic.” You grin and caress his curls.

He lets out a small hum and murmurs against your tummy. “Charismatic, sweetheart. An entertainer if you will.”

You sigh and look at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s almost ten.” Almost time for work.

He groans. “You really know how to pick your timing sweetheart.”

You laugh softly, threading your fingers through his curls again. "Not my fault you're such a distraction."

Eddie lifts his head, resting his chin on your stomach. "You could call in sick, you know. Say you've got a fever. Symptoms along the lines of excessive grinning, weak knees, and an insatiable craving for more of me."

You laugh. “Come on. It’s friday. Big day, Eddie.”

Today’s the last day to round in cash. With the few summer rain showers you all had been getting, what better way to earn cash than to have a car wash.

Eddie chuckles and stands as he pulls you to the restroom. “It’ll be worth it. To see Harrington’s hairy chest chase away all of the hot girls.”

“And you want them to approach you?” You raise a brow, feigning offense.

He smirks and bumps his hip with yours as you ther toothbrushes with toothpaste. You bump yours back at his.

“There’s only one hot girl on my mind, princess.”

You smile and bump his hip back. “Good, because I don’t plan on sharing.”

~~~~

You don’t know how to feel as you stand in front of the mirror. The dark bikini top on as you adjust it on your chest. You fix your hair as you think, and you think hard. Today’s the day. It has to be the day. With Jonathan selling some of his cold cameras and Eddie selling yet another amp, everyone is pitching in to add to the cash you’ll bring in from the car wash.

Robin knocks on the door. “You finish up in there? I gotta pee..” You open the door and she smiles at you.

“Hey,” you raise your brows, “Where’s your swim suit?”

She snorts. “Think i’d be caught seen in that? No thank you.”

You roll your eyes, stepping aside to let her into the bathroom. "Come on, Rob. It's for the store, remember? Sacrifices have to be made if you even wanna use this same restroom next week."

Robin mutters something under her breath about dignity and grabs a tube of sunscreen off the counter. "I'll be the one holding the sign, thank you very much. Someone's gotta direct the traffic."

"Uh-huh," you reply, leaning against the doorframe.

"And it has nothing to do with avoiding water altogether?"

Robin gives you a pointed look, squeezing a glob of sunscreen onto her palm. "Let's not forget the time you convinced me to cannonball into Lover’s Lake only for me to come up with leeches on my legs. That kind of trauma sticks with a girl."

You laugh, pushing off the doorframe. "Fair enough. Just make sure the sign is big enough to get attention."

"It'll be neon," Robin promises with a sly smirk. "Like

burn your retinas neon. Trust me."

As you leave the bathroom you hear the faint hum of Eddie's voice coming from outside. You glance toward the window, spotting him in the driveway leaning against the van and fiddling with a box of supplies for the car wash. Even from here, you can tell he's already been in the sun too long, the tips of his ears are turning red and his curls are sticking to his forehead same as they were this morning.

You sigh, grabbing your sunglasses off the coffee table and a bottle of water for Eddie before stepping outside.

Eddie looks up as you approach, his face breaking into an easy grin.

"Finally," he holds up a sponge dramatically. "I thought I was gonna have to wash every single car myself."

“Now that’s a show i’d pay to see.” You giggle and take the sponge as he takes the water bottle. “You'd manage to break your back halfway through the first one."

He gasps in mock offense. "I'll have you know these guns are made for scrubbing." He flexes his arms and back, though the effect is somewhat ruined when Robin strolls out and snorts loudly.

"Yeah, okay Schwarzenegger," she teases, holding up her neon pink sign. "Just try not to scare off the customers with those guns."

“No promises.” He smirks at her, his eyes traveling to you as his eyes look over you.

You grin. “What?”

“Are you trying to kill me? Look at you.” He smirks and steps closer to you. “You are.. a gem. The most beautiful woman.”

“And you’re a sap. A simp.” You giggle at his dramatic gasp as he clutches his chest.

“But this morning I was hot and in your own words,” he grabs your hips and pulls you in closer by your denim shorts, “an animal.”

You laugh and speak low enough for only him to hear. “You are psychotic.”

“If loving you makes me crazy then I will gladly spend however many days in a ward for you.” He cups your face, his callouses brush against your jaw and it feels like home. Part of you still can’t believe your best friend is more than your best friend.

“Well then we’ll go together.” You grin and cup the back of his neck.

“I’d like that.” He leans in and kisses you. Soft and still so passionate. When he feels you smiling against his lips he lets his hands wander lower.

“Oh.. dude. Come on man.” Steve cringes as he walks out of the backroom.

Eddie kisses you one last time before pulling back and laughing as he looks at Steve, shaking his head at the both of you.

“Could say the same thing about you, Harrington.” He mocks Steve’s cringed emotions as he looks over his hairy chest.

“Whatever, at least I can grow hair.”

“I grow hair! Babe, tell him I grow hair.” Eddie looks at you.

"Oh you definitely grow hair Eddie," you tease, running your fingers through the wild curls framing his face. "Plenty of it. Just... not in the Steve Harrington man sweater way."

Steve scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Man sweater? It's called masculinity. You wouldn't understand."

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you, smirking as he wraps an arm around your waist. "You hear that? He's just jealous because my hair gets all the compliments, babe."

"Right. That must be it," Steve deadpans, heading to grab his sponge and a bucket. "Can you two at least keep your makeout sessions away from the store? Some of us have jobs to do."

As if on cue you hear a car horn from the lot aside of the store. “Duty calls.” Eddie kisses you one last time before pulling away.

“Let’s make some cash.”

~~~~

Hours pass and the car wash is going fine. It’s super hot given a day in May in New Jersey, but you all found ways to keep cool. Eddie had a stash in which you all partake in, hiding it whenever Hopper comes out for a cig. Jonathan and Chrissy stay in the store helping with sales and keeping business going.

You wash this older guy’s buick as he tells you some stories about his wife. It’s moments like this with customers that make you enjoy your job so much. Whether it’s selling records, washing their cars or well.. looking at polaroids of their wives from their wallets, you find joy in making their day.

As you take the cash the man smiles at you. “You remind me of my daughter. Just as giving and kind as you.”

“That’s very sweet sir, thank you.” You pocket the cash and grin. “Make sure to stop by tomorrow for a sale on our vinyls.”

“There is no sale sir but I can assure you a good experience is still guaranteed here.”

The dreadful, insufferable sound of Larry’s voice makes your blood boil. You nod at the old man to have a good day and turn to face him.

Larry has that pompous look on his face. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“What are you doing here?” You say as less of a question and more of a ‘you don’t belong here.’

“Here to sign, little lady. That’s part of our deal.” He pops his collar, trying and failing to be cool.

“You’re not signing anything, the first is tomorrow.”

Steve hears you and Larry and immediately sighs and looks over at Eddie. “That asshole’s back a day early.”

Eddie tenses immediately at the mention of Larry. "Of course he is," Eddie mutters, setting down his bucket and pushing off the hood of the chevy he’s cleaning. "Can't miss an opportunity to show off."

"Dude don't, come on," Steve warns, grabbing Eddie's arm. "It's not worth it."

"I'm not gonna fight him, Steve," Eddie says with a forced smile. "I'm just gonna remind him where he stands."

Eddie heads toward Larry. Steve decides he wont stop him, partly because he knows Eddie well enough to trust he'll keep it together… right?

"Larry." Eddie says, his voice dripping with mock cheer. "You're early. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Larry turns to Eddie, smirking. "Just making sure everything's good to go for tomorrow. Don't want any surprises."

"Funny," Eddie says, folding his arms. "That's exactly what we were thinking when we agreed you'd sign tomorrow. No one said anything about you showing up today."

You place a hand on Eddie’s chest. “Larry wants a signature, is Hop around?”

“I’ll get him.” Steve says, frantically running off because Eddie has that look in his eyes.

The same look he’d give Jason Carver when he’d pick on his hellfire boys. The same look he gave Higgins after graduation, flipping him off. The same look he gave that customer days ago when he’d gotten rude with you.

“Sweetheart, go handle that Chevy while me and Larry wait for our signature.”

“No need for any conflict, mister….” He waits for a name but Eddie doesn’t give it. “I’m just here on business.”

"Or maybe you're just a pain in the ass," Eddie shoots back, his tone sharper now. He looks like he’s gonna pop any minute so you grab his hand.

“Guys, this is still a business. In or outside of that building, things have to stay professional for the customers.” You look at both of them.

Larry holds up his hands, feigning innocence. "Relax, I'm just here to hang out."

Eddie steps closer, his jaw tightening. "Hang out? Right. Because you're so much fun to be around, Larry." His voice drips with sarcasm and you tighten your grip on his hand trying to ground him.

Larry's smirk widens, clearly enjoying riling Eddie up. "What can I say? People love me." He looks at you briefly and the insinuation in his gaze makes your stomach twist.

Eddie sees it too. That's when he snaps.

Eddie lunges forward and punches Larry square in the jaw, the sound of the hit echoing louder than you expected. Larry stumbles back, holding his face in shock.

"Eddie!" you shout, your voice a mix of surprise and panic.

Larry straightens up with his hand still on his jaw and spits blood onto the pavement. "Jesus, so that’s it huh?! That how you treat all your customers at this shithole?" he snarls, though the glint in his eye tells you he's more amused than angry.

“You get the hell out of here!” Eddie lunges at him, hit after hit as you wail for him to stop.

It hurts you even more when Larry lands a few hits on Eddie. Robin runs inside to get Steve and Hopper and they quickly run out and pull Eddie off of Larry.

“That’s enough!” Hopper yells and points at Eddie. It’s less of anger and more of a fatherly warning before turning back to Larry.

He huffs and straightens up his suit. "Temper, temper. You better keep your little attack dog on a leash." He points at Eddie but looks at you. "You've got your hands full with this one, sweetheart."

Before Eddie can react again, you step in front of him, pressing your palms against his chest.

"Eddie, don't," you plead, your voice trembling as you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands, his heart racing. His eyes burn with fury as they remain locked on Larry, but your touch keeps him grounded, just barely. "He's not worth it."

Eddie clenches his jaw, his fists still curled tightly at his sides. "He doesn't get to talk to you like that," he growls, his voice low but trembling with restrained rage.

Larry smirks, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his lip. "Go ahead sweetheart keep defending him. Let's see how long this little hero act lasts." He adjusts his suit, clearly reveling in the chaos he's caused.

"Larry, you need to leave. Now," Hopper says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he steps between Larry and Eddie, his imposing figure adding weight to the warning.

Larry shrugs, glancing around at the small crowd that's gathered. "Oh i’m leaving. But i’ll make sure this little scene doesn't go unnoticed." He gives one last sneer in Eddie's direction before sauntering off, leaning against the building and holding his jaw.

Just as you're about to speak the sound of sirens pierces the air. Your heart sinks as the red and blue lights flash against the building, and two police cars pull up to the curb.

"Shit," Steve mutters, stepping closer to you. He places a supportive hand on your shoulder as Robin and the others get the customers inside.

Two officers step out of the vehicles, one of them immediately approaching Hopper. "We got a call about an altercation," the officer says, glancing between Hopper and Eddie.

Hopper sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's under control. Just a little scuffle."

The officers look over Eddie. The blood dripping from his nose, his face already bruising up from the few hits Larry got on him. They prepare to question Eddie but Larry's voice cuts through the tension.

"Oh, it was more than that, Officer. That man,” he points dramatically at Eddie, "attacked me, completely unprovoked."

"That's a damn lie!" Eddie snaps, taking a step forward. You grab his arm trying to hold him back but the officers are already moving toward him.

"Sir, we need you to calm down," one of the officers says, his hand hovering near his belt.

"Eddie just breath alright? Everyone let’s just calm down, yeah?" Hopper raises his hands, stepping protectively closer to Eddie.

Eddie glares at Larry, then at the officers. "You're taking his side? After everything he's done-"

"We'll sort it out at the station," the officer interrupts. "Sir, turn around."

"No!" you protest, stepping in front of Eddie again. "He was just defending himself, that asshole shouldn’t even be here!"

"Ma'am please step aside," the other officer says firmly.

You look at Eddie, your heart breaking as the realization sinks in. You can’t fight. Not this time. When Hopper pulls you aside your eyes water as they take Eddie into the cuffs. Why couldn’t he just walk away? Why couldn’t he ignore Larry?

As they cuff him, Eddie glances over his shoulder at you. "I'm alright sweetheart," he says softly, trying to reassure you even as his voice wavers. "Not the first time.” And that aches your heart even more.

Tears prick your eyes as you watch the officers lead him into the car. Hopper tries to reason with the officers, but it's clear they're not going to let Eddie walk away.

You glare at Larry as he leaves the envelope for his signature of ownership. He walks off and gets into his car, not looking back once.

Hopper picks up the envelope and opens it, reading the paper as Steve walks up to you, giving you a hug as you cry in his arms.

“It’s okay, it’s Eddie. He always finds a way, yeah?” He rubs your back despite his own sadness.

“Son of a bitch.” Hopper says as he reads the paper.

You look at him and wipe your eyes. You see the paper in his hands.

“Hop, what is it?” Steve still holds you as you both look at him.

“Staff meeting. Right now.” He walks into the store. You and Steve look at each other. What could have Hop more upset than Eddie getting arrested?

~~~~~

“Incomplete certificate, what the hell does that mean?” Jonathan passes the paper to Chrissy.

“It means we’re fucked.” Steve sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“Elaborate?” Robin raises a brow as she leans over to read with Chrissy on the very crowded sofa of the break room.

Hopper sighs. “In order to even own a company you need all of your licenses and certificates. Otherwise the property belongs to it’s predecessor.”

Chrissy frowns. “So Empire..”

“Is not ours. Never was.”

The room falls into silence, the weight of Hopper's words pressing on everyone like a heavy blanket. Larry tricked him. He tricked you all. All of the hard work in the past week, the time in the past years you’ve spent here. Just to find out it was never yours.

You sit in Eddie’s listening booth, the envelope and box of cash in your lap as you count the money you all totaled up for the store. If there’s gonna be no store, then maybe, just maybe you could use the cash for Eddie’s bailout.

You remember when you and Eddie sat in here together. The way he spoke to you.

‘Just.. stay here for a bit? I don't wanna be in my head anymore.’

You shake off the rest of the tears as you count the cash. You count and count until you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You sniffle from your side of the bench, forcing a grin when Jonathan comes in with a paper bag and a fountain drink.

“Thought i’d bring you some lunch, my treat.” He forces a grin as well.

“I’m not really hungry. Save it for me?”

“Sure.” He sighs and looks at you then the cash. “How much?”

“Seven thousand and fourty nine.” You sigh. “I have a twenty in my locker.”

He nods and pulls some bills from his pocket. “Sorry it’s not much.”

You take the bills. “Guess anything’s worth it.”

Jonathan frowns, hating to see you so defeated. He holds a hand out. “Let me do this. You take the food and go with Hop to the station.”

You look up at him from the bench. “Are you sure?”

He sits down and nods. “If he wants to see anyone right now, it’s you.”

You hand him the bills and share a hug. “Thanks Jonathan.”

“No… thank you. I mean without you this place would’ve never made it as far as it has.” He squeezes your shoulder. “Now go. And please both of you eat.”

You nod and leave the booth, heading into the lot to ride with Hopper. You had changed into one of the tees Eddie keeps in his locker and grabbed your walkman.

You get into Hopper’s truck as he drives you both to the station. He rides in silence as you listen to the Journey tape Jonathan gave you.

Hopper speaks up. “There’s something I want you to have.”

You look at him. “Yeah?”

“Check in the glove compartment.” He focuses on the road, turning on his lights as the sun’s setting.

You open the glove compartment and grab a small box. “This one?”

“That’s the one.” He sighs. “It was gonna be yours tomorrow.”

You look at Hop before you open the box and you get chills. Your name is the best engraving, the title underneath it makes your skin warm.

assistant manager

You look at him and he speaks up seeing you’re speechless. “You are the heart of Empire, kid. Everyday I see you give it your all. And I know how much the place means to you.”

It felt bittersweet. The position you earned, despite going through so much in this crazy week, Hopper knew maybe it might cheer you up.

Your eyes water. “Hop.. this is,” you sigh and look at the name tag. “Can I still keep it?”

“You earned it. Empire or no Empire.”

It hurts him to say it just as much as it hurts you to hear it. You tuck the tag into your pocket along with something small for Eddie.

Once you get to the station they ask you to empty your pockets. So much for Jonathan’s lunch reaching Eddie. As you and Hopper walk back to see Eddie, he turns around.

You raise a brow. “You okay?”

His jaw tightens. “I was the chief of police. You sit with Eddie, i’m gonna see what I can do.”

You shake your head. “What if we upset them?”

He grips your shoulders. “I need you to trust me and stay calm okay?”

You hesitate but you nod. “Please be careful.”

“Go on.” He nods for you to get to the visiting room. You sit at the table in the quiet room. The lighting makes your eyes hurt a bit but it all goes away as Eddie comes in. The officer holds his arms, his hands cuffed in front of him.

“Miss we’ll be right outside.” Says the officer. He walks out and stands at the door.

Eddie takes a seat across from you, his face a mixture of shame and remorse. His dark eyes meet yours and for a moment the weight of the situation hangs heavy between you both. The metal cuffs around his wrists clink softly as he shifts in his chair, leaning forward slightly.

“See you’re wearing my shirt.”

You nod. “Mines got wet during the wash earlier.”

“Anthrax looks good on you sweetheart.”

You grin. A real grin, seeing as Eddie can still give small compliments despite his situation. He’s always looking for the upside even if he’s at rock bottom.

“We’re counting the money for your bail.”

He shakes his head. “That’s for the store.”

It’s best not to tell Eddie about the store and the certificates while he’s cuffed with a bandage over his nose so you decide not to.

“They take care of you?” You nod at his nose.

“Yeah. Im good baby, Larry hits like the middle aged old fart he is.” He grins and you both share a small laugh. “Besides, the nurse was pretty chill. Think she hates it here too.”

You can’t help but to huff out a laugh. "You always find a way to make friends in the worst places, huh?"

Eddie shrugs, his grin softening just a bit. "What can I say? I've got charm. Even in jail."

You roll your eyes but there's a flicker of warmth in your chest. This is Eddie. The Eddie who jokes even when he's bruised and battered. The Eddie who makes you laugh when you really shouldn't.

"Did they tell you when you're getting out?"

His smile fades slightly and he tilts his head back, the harsh light catching the edge of the bruise forming along his jaw. "Not yet. Might be a while if Larry wants to press charges."

“He can’t.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Did you miss what happened in that parking lot? The cops are clearly on his side, they’re probably even on his payroll.”

“Eddie.” You look at the door to see the officer isn’t looking so you place your hand over his. “Listen. I need to tell you something but you have to promise me you won’t freak out and cause a scene.”

He nods and looks into your eyes. Clearly his emotions are frazzled but your touch keeps him grounded this time. “Okay.”

You sigh. “The money we earned this week for Empire is your bail.”

His brows furrow. “Sweetheart that’s the store fund you know this.”

You shake your head. “Everyone agrees Eddie. We need you out of here.”

“But we need Empire more. We’re so close. Just sell a few more amps. Sell my van, I don’t care okay? We can’t let that asshole take our store-“

“It’s not our store.”

Eddie freezes. “What?”

You sigh and it hurts you to repeat what you saw on that paper. “Our certificates and licenses, every tape, every record we sold was signed by vendors who all work under Bassinger co.”

You frown and look into his eyes. “Empire is Larry’s.”

Eddie stares at you. For a moment it seems like he didn't hear you, like the words didn't register. But then his jaw clenches and you feel his hands curl into fists.

"No," he mutters, his voice low. "That's not possible."

“That’s why he wanted the signature today. It’s not for ownership it’s for rebranding.”

“Can’t we just give him the money we earned? Give him the ten thousand.”

You frown. “Eddie we don’t even have eight, you’re lucky we have the seven thousand for this.”

He sighs. “So we just let him win?”

You rub his knuckles. “I don’t know.. but I need you to let me be here for you Eddie. Like old times, yeah?”

He nods and his cuffs clink as he gently caresses your hands in return. “Like old times.”

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[unsolved-duvall]

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐞.𝐦. (𝟏𝟖+)

eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings 18+ smut, soft eddie, soft reader, kissing, references to being in sub-space, fingering- fem receiving, no use of y/n, overuse of nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.). this is only a small blurb but i hope that’s okay <3

Always thinking about soft sex with Eddie.

Soft Eddie who just wants to make you feel good, who wants you to stop thinking for a while and just be there with him. He would make sure you were falling apart for him before he’s even touched you, leaving soft kisses across your neck and letting his hands wander. He trails your body with his ring-clad fingers like it’s a map only he gets to know.

He knows you. He knows your body. He knows the sounds you make and what each of them mean. He knows when he’s got his lips over your sweet spot on your neck and his hands wrapped around your back pulling you flush against him, that you’re about to let out the prettiest little whimpers he’s ever heard. He knows that when he gently bites down on your neck, the way you like, your hand is about to fly up to tangle itself in his hair, and you’ll hold back a moan.

He knows your about to whine and pull him up to kiss you, desperate to feel his soft lips against yours; which is exactly what you do. And of course, he obliges happily, because why wouldn’t he? You like to feel like he’s the one in control, it’s just what you like. But the truth is, and what Eddie knows to be true, is that really you’re in complete control here. He’s following your every move, your every sound, you’re the one in control of him, even if you don’t know it.

It might be ten minutes or an hour later, but eventually Eddie’s hand will wonder down between your thighs, resting just above where you want him to touch you. He’d let his hand rest there until your hips involuntarily buck up against him, searching for any sort of relief from that ache that only Eddie can pull from you.

“You need me to touch you sweetheart? yeah?” you’re nodding and your eyes look so heavy that he’s ready to give you everything you’ve ever wanted. You just look so pretty for him.

You’re trying to talk, trying to tell him that yeah, you do need him to touch you. But you’re breathing so heavily and you’re feeling so fucking good already that you can’t get the words out.

But Eddie knows.

“It’s okay baby, you just lie there and look pretty for me, huh? That what you want? Just want me to keep helping you make those pretty little sounds?”

Eddie knows you. So he knows when you get into this headspace he wants to make sure you’re still completely there, still with him. It’s why he grabs hold of one of your hands and intertwines your fingers with his, it’s why he squeezes your hand every now and then. You know the rule, you squeeze his hand back, you open your eyes and look at him, and he keeps going. If you don’t, he stops. No questions asked, no matter how much you beg him to keep going.

But tonight? Tonight you can’t keep your eyes off of him, and he’s making sure you feel every little touch. His fingers rub light pressured circles over your clit, and his lips go back to kissing yours, his tongue meeting yours and sending sparks flying between the two of you.

You’re struggling kiss him back, and Eddie’s swallowing every moan and breathy whimper you can’t hold back against his kiss-swollen lips. He knows your close, that you’re about to come, but he also knows you need him to talk you through it. You’d never admired it out loud, but he knows now you always come the hardest when you can hear his voice.

So that’s exactly why he moves to have his lips pressed against your ear, taking your ear lobe between his lips and kissing before he talks you through it as you crumble under him.

“Are you gonna come for me, angel? You gonna let me see how pretty you are when you come all over my fingers, huh?” Your chest is drooling up and down in an almost manic pace, you’re fighting for every drop of air that Eddie so effortlessly steals from you just by being around you.

“God I don’t know how I got so lucky sweetheart. A girl as sweet as you who goes dumb the second I get my hands on you, huh? Isn’t that right? You’re the smartest person I know but the second my fingers are inside you, there’s nothing going on in your pretty little head, is there?”

He hears you whimper against him and he smiles, you’re holding back, letting him keep talking to you, because you want to hear everything he has to say.

He loves you for that.

“Come on sweet girl, I can feel you clenching around my fingers, shit you drive me fucking insane, you know that?”

And then you do something he truly wasn’t expecting. Your free hand, the ones he’s not holding, moves between your bodies until your letting yourself feel him over his jeans, even through the thick denim you can feel how hard he is, and it only makes your whole body cry out for him more.

“Oh- fuck- sweetheart, I need you to come, okay? You gonna come for me? Yeah? I know, I know-”

And suddenly everything hits you all at once and you’re pulling Eddie against you so you can bury your head in his neck, completely consumed by him.

He talks you through your high.

“Fuck that’s my girl.”

“God you sound sweeter every time.”

“I got you pretty girl, just let yourself feel good.”

“That’s it- you did so well for me, I love you, baby”

And you’re shaking and your whole body is on fire and it’s too much but it’s also not enough. It’s everything you could ever need but you still need more. It’s Eddie.

It’s all Eddie and he’s everything you could ever have asked for.

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thank you for reading! i’m sorry it’s not very long or very good and if there are any spelling or grammar errors i can only apologise. i’m going to try so hard to write a full length fic soon. i’ve just been struggling to write at the moment 🤍

[keeryhours]

wildflower chapter five

Eddie Munson x Henderson! female reader, Steve Harrington x reader

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Summary:

Eddie meets Asher for the first time, and Steve has some complicated feelings.

Warnings:

Angst, secret baby

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N:

Thank you all so much for your support on this story! And shoutout dialogue/banter queen @punkrockmlchael I absolutely adore you

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“So you’re letting him meet Asher,” Steve stated more than asked as he sat on your cheap couch, sock feet propped up on the coffee table.

“Yes,” you confirmed, sipping from your hot tea. Asher had just gone to bed, Steve coming over to help with the bedtime routine and hang out since it had been a couple days since you really got to talk.

He sighed deeply. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? You don’t think it will be confusing for Ash?”

“I think it’s early enough that it’s okay,” you said. “And if he wants to be a dad now, I’m not going to stop him.”

Steve scoffed. “I don’t think he even knows what it means to be a dad.”

It was your turn to sigh. “He’s trying, I think, Stevie.”

“Yeah, well, a little too late don’t you think?”

You sat your mug on the table, pulling your hair around to begin a braid for the night. “He deserves a chance. Asher deserves to have a dad in his life, if he wants to step up.”

“Asher has me,” Steve said, his voice full of emotion. Your head snapped up to look at him, surprised by the intensity swirling behind his brown eyes. Your expression softened.

“And you’ve been amazing,” you said, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand in your own. He intertwined your fingers. “Ash loves you. More than me, I think.”

That brought a reluctant smile to Steve’s lips. “I love him. I’ve known the dude since he’s existed.”

The thought brings a warm feeling to your chest. It was true, Steve rarely went a day without seeing Asher for at least some amount of time. He was a constant in his life, and they were very close because of it.

“No one’s going to replace you, you know that?” You said, looking into Steve’s eyes. “You’re always gonna be Uncle Stevie.”

Something like sadness flashed across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came. “Yeah. I know.” He was quiet for a beat. “But what if Eddie doesn’t want me in his life anymore?”

“Oh, Steve.” You squeezed his hand again. “That’s not gonna happen. I wouldn’t let that happen.”

Steve nodded, looking down at his lap. He wanted to trust you, but Eddie coming back into the picture was shaking up everything. He was happy with the way his life had been, with you and with Asher. He liked the position he had in your lives - although, only in the deepest parts of his heart, he wished for more.

“You…you know I love you, right?” Steve said, looking back up to meet your eyes again.

“Of course I do,” you said, a gentle smile on your face. “I love you, too. We’ve been best friends for forever.”

Steve’s lips pursed. “Yeah. Best friends.”

“Do you want to come over tomorrow? When Eddie comes?” You asked, removing your hand from Steve’s to continue your braid. Your fingers worked quickly, the motions familiar to you.

“Do you want me here?” He asked tentatively. He badly wanted to be, but didn’t want Eddie to think he was overstepping any more than he already did.

“Of course I do,” you said, picking your mug back up. “You don’t have to be, but you know I like having you for support.”

Steve smiled softly. “Yeah. Okay, I’ll be here then. 2?”

“Yep.”

Steve slapped his palms on his lap with a “Well, I better get going,” in a major dad move. You smiled to yourself as he stood and slipped his shoes back on. “I’ll be here tomorrow. Let me know if you need anything?”

“Sure,” you said. Steve leaned over and kissed you gently on top of the head before he was letting himself out of the apartment, leaving you alone with your Full House rerun.

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The next morning, Asher was up bright and early. You helped him onto his step stool in the kitchen to let him “help” make breakfast. You were teaching him how to crack eggs in the bowl without getting shells everywhere, and he was slowly getting the hang of it, but egg usually ended up everywhere anyway.

You were pulling muffins from the oven when the front door lock turned. Asher jolted to attention, knowing exactly who it would be.

“Stebe!” He yelled, nearly jumping down from his step stool and running to hug Steve’s legs.

Steve knocked back dramatically with an “Oof! You’re getting too strong for me, Ash.”

The toddler giggled, before grabbing Steve’s hand and pulling him over to the counter where breakfast awaited.

“You’re early,” you told him, eyebrows raised. “Like, really early.” It was still 10am.

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to hang out with my favorite people.” He grabbed a piece of bacon and chomped on it.

“You’re lucky I made enough for you,” you said, grabbing three plates from the cabinet. You handed them to Steve to plate.

“Almost like you knew I’d be here early,” he said, a teasing smile on his face that you returned with a knowing one as he took the dishes from your hands. You knew each other way too well.

After breakfast, Steve played trains with Asher on the living room floor while you cleaned up the kitchen. Steve was a little too distracted as he played today, eyes lingering on you a little too long, especially when you’d bend over. He just thought you looked so cute in your oversized t-shirt and short shorts you slept in. He loved how you let him see you in any state, and he always thought you looked beautiful.

It was naptime by the time you were done, and Steve offered to take care of it for you so you could sit down. You took him up on the offer, but still found yourself lingering behind, watching the way Steve would get Asher laughing so hard while he changed him, how Asher would refuse to let him leave without a “night night kiss”.

During his nap, you and Steve took up your usual positions on the couch. You laid your feet in his lap and Steve rubbed them over your fuzzy socks.

“Are you nervous?” He asked. You noticed how his biceps flexed as he massaged you.

“Maybe a little,” you admitted. “I don’t know what to expect.”

Steve squeezed your leg. “I’m here for you no matter what. Even if this doesn’t work out.”

“Do you think it will?” You asked, your voice full of nervous hope. “Work out?”

“I don’t know,” Steve answered honestly. “He’s not the same guy who left. I don’t want you to expect him to be.”

Asher woke up from his nap right on time, at 1:45. You got him dressed in a cute outfit, some little overalls with a yellow shirt underneath. He quickly ran back to the living room in search of Steve, who got back on the floor with him and watched as the toddler pulled every toy out of his toy box.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door.

You and Steve exchanged a look as you stood and headed to the front door. You opened it, seeing Eddie standing on the other side. He was dressed nicely, wearing a button down and tight jeans. His hair was brushed and tamed, and he held a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag in his hand.

“Hey,” you greeted, surprised at the effort he’d put into his appearance. “Come on in.”

You backed up, letting Eddie walk inside before you closed the door.

“These are for you,” he said, handing you the wrapped bouquet of carnations. You smiled as you took them, bringing them to your nose to smell them.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ll go put them in some water.”

You walked into the kitchen, Eddie following behind you awkwardly. He looked into the living room as you filled a vase with water, only able to see Steve’s head and hear Asher’s laughter.

“What’s that?” You asked, gesturing towards the gift bag.

“Oh, uh,” Eddie said, looking down at the bag. “I just brought something for the kid. I hope that’s okay.”

You smiled softly. “That’s sweet. I’m sure he’ll love whatever it is. Are you ready to meet him?”

Eddie swallowed. He took a deep breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.”

You walked into the living room with Eddie trailing behind. “Hey, Ash?”

The little boy turned away from the ninja turtles he’d been playing with with Steve, looking back at you. His eyes immediately moved to Eddie, and they widened. He turned, quickly scurrying into Steve’s lap and hiding his face in his chest. Steve looked up at you, unsure what to do as he wrapped his arms around the boy.

You turned to Eddie, who looked absolutely heartbroken. His face had fallen, and he looked like he could cry at any moment. You quickly put a hand on his arm. “It’s okay. He’s just shy. He’ll warm up.” Eddie nodded, attempting to swallow his nerves.

“Ash, there’s someone I want you to meet,” you tried again, crouching down in front of him and Steve. Asher turned slightly, looking only at you through just one eye, his face still half buried in Steve’s shirt. “Can you do that for me?”

Slowly, cautiously, Asher turned, looking at Eddie. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, clutching onto his shirt in his tiny fists for dear life. Eddie watched on, at a loss for words, his heart broken in his chest as he took in the sight of his son, who looked even more like him in person, who wanted nothing to do with him. Who clung to Steve rather than even look at him.

“This is Eddie,” you told Asher, who was currently scrutinizing everything about him. You wondered if he found him intimidating. “He’s…this is your dad.”

Asher looked at Eddie, not understanding your words.

“Hey,” Eddie greeted gently, sitting the bag down and crouching down in front of Asher. “Nice to meet you, little man.”

Asher didn’t say anything. He turned, hiding his face again, acting like he was terrified of Eddie, would rather be anywhere else.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

You turned to Eddie, surprised by the random question. But the man looked utterly defeated, his lower lip quivering as he sniffled. Before you could answer him, he was standing and rushing off to the bathroom.

You looked at Steve, who looked completely uncomfortable. Asher finally uncovered his face with Eddie gone, looking around the room to see if he was still there. You stroked his curly hair gently.

“That might have gone worse than I expected,” Steve murmured, his hand stroking Asher’s back soothingly.

“He’s just shy, he’s not used to strangers,” you whispered back. “Maybe I should go talk to him.”

Steve nodded, and you stood, heading to the bathroom and softly knocking on the door. “Eddie? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, but it was obvious in his voice he’d been upset, maybe even crying.

“Can you let me in?”

There was a minute of silence before the lock turned and Eddie opened the bathroom door. His eyes were red, cheeks wet from tears. The sight broke your heart. You stepped into the bathroom with him, closing the door behind you two.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie. I should have warned you about this ahead of time.”

Eddie shook his head. “He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” you said. “He’s just being shy. He doesn’t know you yet. Just give him time.”

Eddie laughed humorlessly, looking around the small room. “I’m no better than my own dad.”

Your heart broke for him. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it though?” He gripped onto the counter, leaning over. “I’ve been completely absent. Being a rockstar. My kid doesn’t know who I am. He doesn’t even want anything to do with me. He hates me.” He laughed again. “I said I’d never be like my old man.”

“Eddie, you’re nothing like your dad.” You reached for him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I wanted to end the cycle but here I am continuing it. Walking away, leaving you, leaving him, leaving our son. He probably thinks Steve’s his dad.”

Your stomach hurt at his words. “You just have to give him time,” you said again. “He’s just a toddler. He’ll warm up, I promise.”

Eddie seemed to consider your words. Finally he nodded, wiping the tears from his face. “It’s just a lot, you know?”

You looked at him with sympathy. You knew this was hard on him. You felt terrible that it wasn’t going how he hoped. “I know. I’m sorry.”

Eddie shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

When Eddie rejoined you in the living room, he had pulled himself back together. Asher was back to playing with his toys, and didn’t notice as Eddie approached again. He sat down on the ground across from Steve and Asher as you sat on the couch, watching the interaction.

“Hey, Asher,” Eddie said softly.

Asher startled, quickly moving back into Steve’s lap the second he realized Eddie was back. Eddie’s face fell again, but he didn’t cry this time.

“I brought something for you. Wanna see?”

Asher looked at you, and you nodded encouragingly. He looked back to Eddie, then to the gift bag sitting beside him. “Toy?”

Eddie smiled. “You’ll have to open it and find out.” He handed the gift bag to Asher, who immediately started ripping into the paper. He got distracted, crinkling the gift paper in his hands, which made Eddie laugh.

When he made it into the actual gift, Asher pulled out a brand new blue train. His little eyes lit up, his mouth dropping open. “Thomas!”

Eddie smiled. “Do you like it?”

Asher nodded eagerly, examining the new train. It was different than his others. He reached back into the bag, pulling out the last gift - a stuffed bear with a custom Corroded Coffin t-shirt. “Bear!” He said, wrapping his chubby little arms around it and giving it a hug.

“That’s so you can remember me when I’m on the road,” Eddie said sadly. He felt better that Asher was talking to him and had loved his gifts, but he was still weighed down by the reality of the situation.

Asher picked up his green train and handed it to Eddie.

Eddie gently took the toy from his small hand. “This is for me?”

Asher nodded. He pointed to the train track, showing him where Percy goes. Eddie put the train down, and Asher smiled. He didn’t leave Steve’s lap, however. You watched on as Eddie and Steve played with your son - it was almost like you weren’t even there. Eddie seemed to feel better as Asher opened up more, but he still clung tightly to Steve. You could tell Eddie noticed.

Eddie stayed to eat lunch with the three of you. You made a frozen pizza, Asher sitting between Steve and Eddie. Eddie smeared pizza sauce on Asher’s nose, making the little boy laugh hard.

“I don’t want to bother you guys for too long,” Eddie said after you’d all finished eating and he helped wash up. Asher had returned to the living room with Steve.

“Oh, okay,” you told him. “I’m…I’m really glad you came. I think Ash is really starting to like you.”

Eddie smiled. “Good.” He stood there awkwardly for a minute. “Do you think…I could see him again?”

“You can see him any time,” you said. “Just let me know?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah. Okay. We have to work in the studio tomorrow, but maybe I’ll call you the next day?”

“I have to work,” you told him reluctantly. “But we’ll figure something out.”

You walked with Eddie to the door, seeing him out. “Thank you again, for giving me a chance,” he said.

“Of course.” You touched his arm again. “I’m glad you want to be here.”

“I wouldn’t miss another second for the world.”

When you returned to the living room, Asher looked up. “Where Ebbie?”

Something hit Steve then. An intense kind of jealousy. Asher had never asked for anyone like that. He already felt like he was being pushed out of his position in Asher’s life. He saw the boy like his own son. He was afraid.

“Eddie had to go,” you told him. “But he’ll be back to see you very soon.”

Steve, who was never worried about imposing, stayed late again that night. He helped put Asher to bed before curling up on the couch with you as usual.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

You let out a long sigh. “That was…a lot.”

Steve rubbed your leg. “You did great. Ash did great.”

“I just feel bad. I know it hurt Eddie’s feelings. He’s being hard on himself.”

“Well, he did fuck up royally.”

“I know.” You nudged Steve with your foot. “Kid’s attached to you.”

Steve smiled, a look of pride crossing his face. “I love you and Ash more than anything. And I mean that.”

You knew he was telling the truth. You just didn’t know how much Steve loved you.

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Hunger for Touch

Joseph Quinn x reader

smut with switch! joe, wrote this trying to cope with all the content we're getting lately because i neeeddd himmmmm

It had been over two weeks of not seeing each other, sixteen days to be exact. You talked every day, but you missed seeing each other in person, you missed having a conversation without having to wait some minutes or even hours for a reply, or see each other without a glitch on the screen. You missed hugging, kissing, touching. And it showed.

As soon as you walk in the door coming home from work, he jumped on you.

"Oh!"

"Fucking finally" he grunts as he hugs you conpletetly covering you, towering you, wrapping you with his arms, making you feel small next to him.

You hug him back once the surprise effect passes. Kisses are shared in your mouths, cheeks, necks, frontheads, even hair. Just everywhere. Mixed with 'I missed you's and 'I love you's.

That transforms into walking over the couch where he sits, pulling you to sit on his lap. Sweet kisses become deeper, and hands start moving and wondering on eachother's bodies.

"Missed you so much, babe" he whispers against your mouth, his hands carresing your waist pulling you even closer.

"Yeah? You did?" you say in a soft tone, almost as if you didn't believe him. But it was all part of the game.

"Yeah," he breathly moans before another kiss, "so fucking much"

"Yeah?" you breath against him as well. As you slowly start moving your hips forward and then backward again. Sarting to grind down on him.

He kisses you somehow even deeper, and his hans start pulling on your shirt. You lift it over your head, and he wastes no time to start kissing your neck and unhooking your bra to then take it off as well.

He lowers his kisses to your breasts, and you grind harder on him to find some kind of relief.

He's holding you so tight you wouldn't be surprised to find purple marks later where his fingers were.

"Need you, baby" he confesses.

"Yeah? Where do you need me?" you tease him a little.

"Please, baby"

"Tell me Joe, what do you need?" you insist.

"Need you, need- need to be inside you" he stuggles to say, and you keep grinding, feeling his hard cock against your clit.

"Inside me?" you ask, but he's already nodding. "Yeah?"

You open his shirt quickly and then move your hands to his pants, where you fight a little to open it. He yanks his pants down as you take yours off, panties and all.

You sit on him again, and his hands quickly return to your hips, bringing you closer. You grab his dick softly. He's really hard, and his tip is red. You move to feel it against your entrance to then sink down slowly.

He throws his head back with a sigh, and you keep sinking down. You moan at the feeling of him inside you once again.

"Fuck, you're so tight" he moans as he grips you harder, definitely leaving marks on your hips.

You move up and down on his cock, quickly finding a rithm as he helps moving you with his hands.

"Oh, Joe" your head throws back now, arching your back at how good he feels. "You're so big"

He moans, and he starts moving you even faster. "Fuck, baby, I'm not gonna last long. Missed you too much"

"I'm not gonna last either, baby" you admit as well.

He leaves messy kisses all over your chest and neck. You feel his strong and marked shoulders and down to his arms. He's getting so muscly that it turns you on even more.

One of his hands goes down to your clit to start playing with it, making you move faster as you feel your climax getting closer.

"Are you close too? Gonna cum with me?" he asks suddently feeling dominant again.

"Yes, Joe!" you let him take control, and he starts moving you harder. "Oh, shit"

"Fuck, that's it. Cum with me, darling" he orders and you do as he says. Letting your climax take over your body while you moan his name.

He finishes seconds later griping you even harder but you can't find it in you to complain, it just added to the pleasure.

You stay with your head on his shoulder trying to find your breath and he does the same but with his head thrown back against the coutch's cushions.

After some minutes like that, you can think straight again. You leave a few kisses on his shoulder, up to his jaw. Then move to leave one last kiss on his lips, one that he returns happily.

"Hi" you finally say with a cheeky smile on.

"Hi, beautiful" he laughs.

[louloulemons-posts]

pretty boy cuddles

(creds to owner)

i can just imagine after a long day at work eddie coming home and finding you half asleep in bed.

“Eds?”

“Sorry Sweetheart didn’t mean to wake you.”

You’d open your arms wide, inviting him for a cuddle. “Hang on, let me get changed.”

His version of getting changed was shimmying out of his jeans and throwing his top to the ground, before claiming under the sheets into your embrace.

face hidden in your neck, he’d be lay on you fully, your one hand would instantly meet his thick curls whilst the other traced words on his back.

‘i love you’

“i love you too,” he’d say aloud.

“i love you most pretty boy.”

he’d hum at that, a noise of pure contentment, almost like a purring cat. your fingers in his hair and writing your love story on his back would send him to sleep in a few minutes.

placing a soft kiss on his head, you smiled, happy to have the prettiest boy, the boy you loved most, come home to you.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

(dad!eddie munson and mom!reader as young parents)

more of the penny verse here • eddie edit © @fefemunson!

Summary. . . You admire your new baby girl. warnings: none, just fluff a/n: eddie and reader are about 20 and 21 (i also feel the need to express eddie exhibits Sagittarius traits so i'm thinking he had to have been born in december, kinda close to capricorn cause he looks evil but he's not) and some cuteness before I give you angst with 'Wayne's World'. enjoy! let me know what you think? ◡̈

“So…how you liking it out here?” You asked, propped on your stomach and resting on your forearms.

  Your daughter, only six days old, stared back up at you, small plump lips parted. She still looked so new and a little wrinkly.

  “There’s not a single thought in your adorable little head, is there?” You stroked over her soft hair—she’d come out with a full head of it—mindful of her delicate head and softspot. Penny blinked once, hard, at the gentle caress, but continued to marvel at you, the big brown eyes she’d inherited from her father were so wide that her forehead was squishing up towards her adorable hairline.

  The television was on, more so for background noise as the volume was very low. Eddie was asleep in the bedroom, he’d taken it upon himself to let you get as much rest as possible—always insisting on getting up in the middle of the night to gather Penny when she became fussy. She didn’t do too much, wasn’t all that active yet. If she wasn’t fussing, she was attached to one of your nipples or sleeping. In the four days since you’d brought her home, she hadn’t done a whole lot of sleeping during the convenient times for her new parents. No, she slept during the day and was up all night.  

  Eddie was so good with her, though. Took the screaming like a champ, it was so fascinating to you that she couldn’t produce actual tears yet but it still hurt your heart to hear her cry. He’d just take off his shirt and hold her to his chest, skin to skin seemed to calm Penny down, and you’d pumped enough to have overnight supplies of milk for her when your nipples were too sore to handle Penny’s nursing, though you didn’t mind when he stirred you from sleep to settle Penny against your breast so she could eat.

  That was about the only time Eddie did wake you. Giving birth had drained you, you knew it was gonna be uncomfortable and take a lot out of you but you hadn’t anticipated the lack of energy you’d have in the days following as well, and you hadn’t voiced it but Eddie knew you. Sometimes, you thought he knew you better than you knew yourself.

  It was surprising when you woke before him, feeling well rested instead of drained. You’d quietly gotten out of bed, careful not to wake him, to check on Penny, and for once, she was up at a normal time, too. 

  Eddie looked exhausted, breathing deep as he slept so you decided it was time to start bonding with your baby more. A little mommy-daughter time.

  After changing her diaper and feeding her, you got yourself dressed and ready, put her in a cute little onesie and folded a blanket on the carpet in the living room to lay her down. 

  You hadn’t realized there wasn’t a whole lot to do with a newborn until half an hour had passed with you two staring at each other, really taking each other in. You studied her and while you didn’t think she had a whole lot of brain processing power, you had a feeling she was trying to figure you out, too. As more than just her food source, anyways. Sometimes her stare would go soft, eyelids looking heavy before they were wide open again as if you’d done something to startle her out, it was kind of funny. 

  “You know, you’re pretty cute but you’re kind of boring,” You teased, fingers trailing down her little side until you reached her onesie covered foot and your ovaries cried at how small it was. You pressed your thumb gently just below her teeny tiny toes and like the little alien she was, they curled in on it in a way she probably wouldn’t be able to do in a few months, newborn flexible-ness.

  “All you heard was cute, huh?”

  Seemingly in response, because of course your daughter knew her cues, she was Eddie Munson’s baby after all, she began to suckle on nothing, lips miming the motion. You grabbed her pacifier and held it to her lips, giggling when she mouthed at it until it was settled and she looked content. 

  You beamed down at her, thumb stroking over the pad of her foot before pressing a kiss to it. And since you were kissing her foot you just had to show those chunky (god you wanted to bite them) cheeks some love, pressing your lips noisily and repeatedly against her face.

  Penny let you have your fun, the eye of her cheek you were focused on forced to squint as the chubb of it spread with the pressure of your kisses.

  You’d been expecting her to smell good, a baby survival mechanism to entice people to want to take care of her, but you had no idea how obsessed with it you’d become. You just wanted to bottle the newborn smell up so you could have it forever. Once you were done kissing her face, your nose trailed up her head to sniff at her hair where the scent was the strongest. You inhaled deeply, very much so exaggerated and let out an even more dramatic sigh before you pulled away to look down at her.

  “I’ve never done it, but you’re better than crack,” You swore.

  “Neither have I and I agree.” A raspy voice responded from behind you.

  You rolled onto your side, glancing over your shoulder to see Eddie leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, lips curled into a smile and sleep still lingering in his eyes.

  “You know, it’s really hot when you linger in doorways like that, but it’s also kind of creepy, Eddie.”

  The sleepy look quickly morphed into a mischievous one, “You think I’m hot?”

  “So, that’s what you’re gonna take from that? You already know I think you’re hot. Exhibit A,” You gestured down to his baby you’d popped out less than a week ago. 

  Eddie laughed and joined you on the floor, lips pursed in exaggeration once he was settled. You were all too happy to lean in, pressing your lips firmly against his. It was clear he’d just been expecting a quick peck when he let out a sound of surprise before you felt the curve of his smile which in turn made you smile.

  You felt so doped up on love; you had Eddie, who you thought would be the greatest love of your life, and now you had the baby you two made, proof of your love (an accidental one but still) and also proof that you could be wrong, since she turned out to be the other great love of your life. Despite the late nights, sore nipples and how peeing was somewhat of a chore while your stitches healed, life was bliss.

  “Mmm,” Eddie hummed when you pulled away, eyes still closed and that smile still plastered on his face. Then he groaned, head dropping. “These are going to be the longest six weeks of my life, I just know it.”

  You laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you sat up and carefully lifted Penny. She was so doll-like, ugh, you loved her so much. You turned her in your grasp, a hand cradling the back of her head and neck while your other supported her bottom as you pressed her cheek against yours, the both of you facing Eddie.

  “But isn’t this worth it?” 

  There wasn’t any humor behind the reply he rasped out, his features morphing into the tender expression that always made you feel breathless, like you were important to him, “Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

[ryan-waddell11]

I need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism. I’m just looking at his side profile and I’ve lost my mind.

[mrsjellymunson]

🌸🌼 One Fine Day 🌼🌸

Adapted from this ask from @celestialbat for the @steddiemicrofic June 1-year anniversary prompt, ‘one’. WC: 1,111. Rating: G. CW: tooth-rotting fluff, romance, flirting, mentions of food (no actual eating) and Eddie’s difficult childhood (not detailed).

Before today, Eddie never would’ve believed that one day could mean so much.

He and Steve haven’t been together long, and haven't really even gone on a proper ‘date’. But Eddie’s decided: today's the day.

He’s not usually one for cuteness and grand romantic gestures - he’d usually take someone to The Hideout, or spend time in his van out by Lover’s Lake. Not because he doesn’t want to, more because he doesn’t know how to, and prefers to keep things simple rather than run the risk of embarrassing himself.

But with Steve, everything’s different.

Before Steve, he reckons he wouldn’t’ve known how to be romantic if his life had depended on it. But now, he’s finding he loves to do things to make Steve laugh, to make him blush, even just to make him smile, and he doesn’t even care if he makes himself look like an idiot while he does it.

So today, he’s packed up as much of a romantic picnic as he can manage. He’s borrowed a basket and cooler from Robin, along with some tips on what to pack, after he admitted he was just going to get Twinkies, chips and Mountain Dew from Melvald’s. She’s even let him raid her fridge for a few things.

He’s shaken out the blankets from the back of his van, and has borrowed a few pillows from the trailer, so they’ll both have something comfortable to sit on. He’s brought camping plates and cutlery, usually reserved for Wayne’s fishing trips, so Steve doesn’t have to pick things out of packets like Eddie usually would, and purchased some of Steve’s favourite name-brand soda (rather than the store equivalent). He’s discovered he and Wayne don’t own napkins, so he’s Origami-ed some kitchen paper into bird-like shapes so they stand up on their own - fancy.

Steve assumes Eddie’s just taking the pair of them to the local park, perhaps picking something up from Benny’s on the way, but Eddie surprises him, swinging the van along one of the exit roads to a ‘secret spot’ outside of town.

It’s down a quiet lane, a pretty meadow filled with tall grass and wildflowers. And it’s beautiful.

Eddie doesn’t mention that he used to come here with his mom. It’s not far from the house they used to live in, and she’d bring him here when things got really bad with Al. Sometimes they’d even camp out under the stars. It was one place where Eddie felt safe.

Maybe he’ll tell Steve about it one day.

He grabs Steve’s hand and unnecessarily helps him down from the cab with a gallant, “This way, sweetheart”, and insists on carrying everything himself, even though Steve offers to help. (And, as Steve suspected he would, he almost trips twice.)

Eddie chooses a patch that’s more grass than flowers, explaining to Steve that, “I don’t want to hurt them”, and lays everything out on the well-loved blanket.

Steve can’t believe he’s gone to all this effort. There’s cold meats and cheeses, small tomatoes, carrot batons, berries, nuts, apple slices and a few grapes. And because Eddie can’t forego the snack food, there’s also pretzels, breadsticks and, yes, chips.

Steve thinks it’s wonderful; thinks Eddie’s wonderful. And the two of them spend an idyllic afternoon snacking and chatting and laughing and playing with each other’s fingers and tracing their fingertips up and down each other’s arms.

Steve asks about Eddie’s tattoos, and Eddie enjoys telling Steve the stories behind them. He makes up outrageous tales about the creatures and how they fought for their places on his human canvas, occasionally lifting his shirt and enjoying the way Steve’s eyes glitter as they roam his torso.

Once most of the food is gone, Steve helps Eddie to pack away the leftovers and encourages him to lie down, insisting he deserves a rest after all he’s done today.

Eddie smiles softly at him, and says he will, but,

“Only if I can choose the best pillow in the state.”

Confused, Steve glances around at the worn cushions brought from the trailer, and Eddie smirks as he drops down onto his elbows and wriggles backwards to place his messy mop into Steve’s lap. He moves his head back and forth a couple of times, settling, humming to himself, mumbling,

“Mmmm, definitely the best pillow in the state. Wait, the country! No, I’m so stupid, of course I mean the whole entire world!”

Steve chuckles down at him and the corners of his honeyed eyes crinkle as Eddie peeps up with those coffee coloured pools Steve adores so much.

Steve enjoys the weight and warmth of Eddie resting against him, and runs his fingers through Eddie’s bangs. They talk about everything and nothing, and Eddie begins to doze in the afternoon sun. He stirs a little as Steve periodically leans to one side, but thinks nothing of it.

He rouses as he feels Steve playing with his hair again, and thinks he might just be in paradise. Surely, there’s no earthly reason why the two of them couldn’t stay like this forever?

But then something unfamiliar tickles his cheek, and he opens one eye to see Steve leaning over him, examining a small yellow flower with a long stem before cocking his head sideways and appraising Eddie, squinting a little.

Placing it carefully into Eddie’s hair between an orange and red bloom, and just above a tiny purple one, Eddie sees the tip of Steve’s tongue emerge from between his teeth as he adjusts it before leaning back and admiring his handiwork.

Eddie brings a hand gently up to his hairline, careful not to dislodge anything, and discovers he has quite an array of blooms adorning his waves.

Steve reaches into his bag and pulls out his Polaroid camera, wanting to capture Eddie’s beautiful visage. Taking a couple of snaps, he places them face down on the blanket to develop as Eddie gleefully makes grabby hands, wanting to take one of his own. He hadn’t realised Steve had brought it, and he’s not missing this opportunity.

Steve won’t know it, but the sun that’s dipping low behind him is giving him a glorious golden halo that Eddie thinks makes him look like an ethereal, heavenly being. If he can capture even a tenth of that in a photo, he thinks he’ll keep it close to his heart forever.

Eddie’s convinced this is definitely the best picnic, and possibly the best afternoon, of his life. He wonders whether Steve feels the same.

Before today, Eddie never would’ve believed how much romance he actually had in him, or that one day could mean so much.

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Honeymoon In Vegas.

(Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

(A/n: there’s no music to this, just a little blurb I thought of because- idk, it sounded rad and dumb and sexy in my head.. anywayyyysss- enjoy. Also I’m sorry if it’s super short- I wasn’t really trying to think of anything for this- 😭)

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Story: it’s just a little- I mean very tiny dorky blurb of a part of your little honeymoon with Eddie in the city of Viva Las Vegas, Nevada.

‼️WARNINGS‼️: use of y/n, heavy mention of smut, sexual references, some fluff, reader and Eddie are in their honeymoon phase, mentions of nudity, Eddie acting like a horny dork, it’s giving black cat reader and golden retriever Eddie, not that much going on since I’m lazy but thought of this, etc. (if I forgot something, please tell me!!)

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It had been about three days since you and Eddie decided to officially tie the knot in Vegas while on a little break during his tour..

And it had also been about three days of you and him being trapped in the fancy hotel suite- that was now completely trashed, that you had been spending your little honeymoon weekend in.

All you two have been doing for the past three days has just been having sex, not even really taking a break to try and go out and do things.

You have been just completely cooped up with Eddie- who’s little horny lovemaking machine didn’t seem to be breaking down anytime soon.

It’s not like you had a true problem against him wanting to fuck nonstop- it’s not like he was bad at all, in fact he was quite the opposite.

It’s just after a few days of nonstop love making, you needed a moment to just take a break- do something else besides lay in that bed with your legs feeling completely numb.

Currently, you had decided to get up from the bed where Eddie was laying down next to you slightly sprawled out, his breathing heavy and his chest heaving up and down after round- whatever you guys were on, you honestly stop keeping track at this point.

You were starting to feel hungry, so you decided to get up finally to grab some breakfast.

Your legs honestly just felt like complete jelly at that moment, and you looked like a complete mess- runny makeup, hair everywhere, hickies that littered the skin of your neck.

You honestly looked completely spent- and at that moment, you felt like it to be honest.

As Eddie laid there collecting himself, you had decided to slowly and carefully try to bring yourself to stand up.

Your legs wobbled a little bit but you managed to keep yourself from falling- and the room spun a little as you tried to get the blood to rush through your legs a little since it had been a second since you actually stood up.

As you glanced around, you noticed how trashed the bedroom of the suite was.

There was empty bottles of alcohol and condom wrappers everywhere- also don’t forget the clothes and just overall trash scattered all over.

You could hear Eddie mumbling a little bit as he laid on the messy looking mattress- which you decided to ignore as you grabbed a robe to wrap around your naked body.

As soon as you got yourself somewhat covered, you decided to slowly shuffle out of the little room and into the living room of the suite- that was also connected to the kitchen.

As you slowly shuffled your way into the living room- you noticed how even more trashy it looked.

It was a complete mess- just beer bottles, wine bottles, vodka bottles, all empty and scattered around the place.

Things were thrown around, couch cushions were on the ground and there was trash everywhere.

You knew before you two had left you both would have a big job on picking this shit up so that you wouldn’t get in trouble for basically destroying the room.

After standing there for a moment, assessing the damage with what your tired eyes could see- you soon shuffled your way over to the kitchen to sit down.

A tired sigh escaped from your lips as you sat down, your hands moving to run over your face as you leaned against your elbows on the table- just trying to get yourself all together.

After sitting there for a moment, just trying to collect your thoughts and relax- you soon heard the sound of feet shuffling against the floor mixed with a tired groan.

Eddie had gotten up obviously, seeing you had gotten up- that automatically meant he had to follow you.

You picked your head up from your hands as you glanced over with tired eyes, seeing Eddie wrapped in nothing but a robe.

His hair was messy and slightly all over the place, and his bangs were slightly stuck to his forehead as he scratched at his head while a yawn escaped from his mouth.

“I see you’re up-” you mumbled out, causing Eddie to nod his head and give a little tired but cheeky smirk while he made his way over to you.

“How’s my sexy little wifeee~” he hummed out with a slight chuckle, his body leaning forward to press his head into the crook of your neck.

As you felt his lips kissing at your neck, you just let out a tired sigh and shook your head, your hands pushing at his half covered tattooed chest since he didn’t really tie the robe around his body fully- it kind of just hung to his body.

“Eddie- please, let’s just take a break for a moment.. I want breakfast-” you got out while Eddie pulled his head out of the crook of your neck, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he just hummed in response.

“Alright, alright- fine, what do you want?” He said, his hands moving to fix the robe he was wearing a little bit but it still wasn’t covering much.

“I just want food- I don’t care what it is..” you muttered out, obviously just hungry as you gave him a little pout- which he couldn’t help but find adorable.

“Hm, I think sausage sounds nice don’t yah sweetie?” He hummed out, the smirk on his face getting wider as he just decided to be an ass and place his semi hard dick down on the table in front of you.

You could hear the small snicker fall from his lips which caused you to roll your eyes as you tried your best to hide the grin trying to appear on your face.

“Eddie- come onnn..” you whined out, which caused him to quickly put his dick back into his robe as he put his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay- fine, seriously- nowwww what to do you want??” He questioned, this time actually being genuine as he crossed his arms lightly over his chest while leaning back against the counter of the kitchen.

You just sat there for a moment, your eyes glancing to look up at him as he stood there.

You couldn’t help but admire him- even though he looked like a mess right now, he still looked absolutely beautiful.

“…sausage actually does sound nice- the actual thing though..” you mumbled out, which caused Eddie to crack a dumb little smirk.

“Whatever you want my love~” he hummed out while standing up from leaning back against the counter, which caused you to crack a wide grin up at him as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you Eddie-” you said, looking up at him as he smirked down at you before making his way towards the stove to make you breakfast.

“I love you more y/n, my beautiful wife..” he hummed out while your eyes stayed on him- the wide grin on your face as you just admired him.

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(A/n: I’m so sorry if this is short- I just felt like making the tiniest little shit blurb and I made it- also sorry if it’s kinda bad, I’m just very lazy and kinda out of it, but I also hope you liked it 😭)