#long haired eddie agenda

[screaming-universe]

[steviesbicrisis]

Thinking about YouTuber Steve who’s gaining a lot of popularity with his weekly vlogs. The routine is very similar: he goes to work, hangs out with friends, acts silly for the camera, cooks for his roommate, watches movies with his roommate, goes out with his roommate.

His roommate is there a lot.

His new growing fanbase doesn’t take long to divide into factions regarding Steve’s dating life and sexuality; There are ships, OTPs, people who want him single so they can date him, and a surprisingly small portion which questions his heterosexuality, which gets always shut up by the following compelling arguments:

“stop assuming he’s gay.”

“Steve doesn’t look gay. He’s just a guy, a former jock, who loves to cook and hangs out with friends. A friend more than the others, but it’s his roommate so it makes sense, right?”

“And yes, they do cuddle while watching movies, but who doesn’t love a cuddle? You don’t have to be gay for that.”

“Sure, they hold hands when they go out but the city is crowded and they might lose each other.”

“Since when two male friends can’t be close without assuming that they’re gay?”

“Have you ever seen them kiss in ten minutes of weekly vlog? No, so drop your gay agenda already.”

And Steve Harrington, who started the whole vlog thing in the first place because he wanted to update his friends who live miles away and still doesn’t know how he got this much heteronormative bullcrap in his comments, has had enough.

One day, Steve Just-A-Guy Harrington, wakes up and chooses violence.

He replies to a tiktok comment that says “stop assuming he’s gay” with another video.

It begins with Steve glaring at the camera “oh yes please, stop assuming I’m gay.”

Then there’s a quick motion and Steve is pulling a curly haired guy into frame: Eddie, his roommate/platonic friend/totally not his boyfriend of 5+ years.

Eddie yawns, looking sleepily at the camera “are you vlogging?”

“I’m proving a point” Steve replies, then kisses him. They almost get lost into it, but Steve is a man on a mission, so he pulls back and turns to the camera.

“This is Eddie, my boyfriend. Not a friend who’s a boy, you delusional homophobes, we are together, a couple, in a relationship. We haven’t been just friends for over 5 years. We live together, he isn’t just a roommate.

And even if he was just my roommate, do you think I would live with this” he squeezes Eddie’s cheeks between his fingers and zooms in to show his face up close. Eddie blinks a couple of times, but let’s Steve do whatever he wants.

“Do you seriously think that I would live with this 24/7 and stay straight? Like, are you insane?” He gives Eddie a quick smack on the lips, leaving him blushing and more confused than ever.

Usually, it’s Eddie the one getting almost feral over Steve, not the other way around.

He doesn’t complain.

“So yeah, stop assuming I’m gay. Because I’m bi, you homophobic little shits.”

The video ends with Eddie pulling Steve for more than a quick peck on the lips, and Steve throwing the phone on their couch, face down.

Somehow, under Steve’s video, there’s still someone that comments “I mean, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just bros helping bros, right?”

Steve is too busy making out with his “bro” to read it.

[ladykailitha]

Just on my Steve is smooth operator when he sets his mind on someone agenda. Because remember even Robin thinks he’s striking out because he doesn’t know what he wants. Cue him deciding he wants Eddie and cranking that charm up to eleven.

***

Steve took a deep breath. He was good at this. Just because he had struck out with girls lately didn’t mean he didn’t know how to come on to someone.

He waited until he had a handful of witnesses that wouldn’t hate crime him for this.

Eddie came into Family Video with Dustin, Lucas, and Mike to rent a movie. Will and the rest of Byers family were in the process of moving back to Indiana, so it was just the three boys today.

Steve had sent Robin to make sure there weren’t any other customers before he made his move. He walked up to the metalhead and stepped into his space until their bodies were almost touching.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

Eddie squeaked. “Are you talking to me?”

Steve hummed appreciatively. “Do you see any other doe eyed, dimpled cheeked, long haired metalheads around?” He wrapped his finger around one of Eddie’s curls.

Eddie turned bright red. He pressed his lips together and shook his head.

“So beautiful,” Steve murmured. “Please let me take you out tonight. Say that you will.”

“Yes,” Eddie croaked.

Steve purred. “So good to me.”

Eddie nodded.

“Is seven o’clock good for you, babe?”

“Yes.”

“You are too good to me, gorgeous,” Steve whispered. “I’ll pick you up then.”

Eddie nodded again, his lips pressed into thin line afraid to break the spell that Steve had placed on him.

Steve leaned forward and Eddie let a little moan as he moved past his lips to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t want our first kiss in a video rental store, but make no mistake I will kiss you tonight. I will kiss you breathless.” He twirled the hair in his grasp a little further. “Will you be a good boy and wait for me?”

Eddie let out another squeak. “Yes.”

Just then the door opened and another customer came in.

“That’s too bad, beautiful,” Steve purred, gently untangling his finger from Eddie’s hair. “I’ve got to get back to work. See you tonight.” He patted Eddie on the chest and went to go help the woman who had walked in.

It took Eddie a moment to come back online.

“Did Steve just flirt with me?” Eddie squeaked looking over at the three boys. 

Lucas nodded, wide-eyed. “Yeah, man. He hit you with Harrington charm, hard.”

“And did he just ask me out?” Eddie said, his voice a little clearer.

“Yeah, dude,” Dustin said. “It was the smoothest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Eddie nodded and shoved his hands in his jeans’ pockets. “And I said yes, right?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “I don’t know why, but yeah, man. You said yes.”

Eddie jumped up and down, fist pumping and whooping it up. “Yeah baby!”

Steve looked over his shoulder and grinned. He turned back to his customer, shaking his head fondly.

“Aren’t you going to do something about that young man?” the woman sneered.

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Steve said with a soft smile. “I’ve got it covered.”

[eddiesxangel]

GIRLIE IM BACK HI I MISSED UR WRITING SM (and my brain was working)

MUNCHER EDDIE GOING UNDER READERS DESK WHILE SHES DOING SMTH (idk what she's doing... maybe reading or smth 😭) TO 'HELP' HER FOCUS BUT HE RLLY JUST WANTS ATTENTION

-🦇

HI BBY! 💖

You’re sitting at the kitchen table meticulously wrapping your friends baby shower gift when you hear one of the kitchen chairs squeak. It’s startled you because you’re suppose to be alone downstairs.

You feel a hand trail up your shin and you scream but Eddie shushes you letting you know it’s just him.

“Eddie what the fuck are you doing? you gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m gunna help you focus on your wrapping”

“How are you going to do that from down there?you asked, still annoyed he scared you.

“Just trust me” you can hear the smirk in his voice. The cocky SOB.

You choose to unhinge him until you feel his warm hands splay over top of your upper thighs and running up to your ok hips. He suddenly grips them and jerks your body to the edge of the chair so your ass is just hardly in the edge.

“Edward I swear to—“ you cut your self off when you feel his face pressed into your clothed cunt.

Eddie’s head is under your sundress and his hot breath is fanning over your inner thighs as he kisses your soft skin.

“We don’t- oh fuck-have time” you’ve been stressed about this party for weeks. Your. Been the sole planner of the entire party and the fifth completely slipped your mind until today and the party is this afternoon.

“Yes we do, and your schedule says it’s Eddie and y/n time”

“No it doesn’t “ your breath was shaky.

“Sure it dose” later you would find Eddie’s chicken scratch marking up your daily agenda.

“Gotta take care of my girl, she takes care of everything else.” He mumbled as he pulled your cotton panties aside.

You tired so hard to fight it, you’re so stubborn but Eddie knew you needed to relax. He ravaged you like he hadn’t eaten in days, his skilled tongue was so fast as he flicked your clit over and over until that oh so familiar feeling built.

The gift was long forgotten as your weeping pussy dripped on Eddie’s face. Your grip now in his hair instead of folding the wrapping paper. Your dress flipped up and you could see Eddie’s big brown eyes gazing into yours as he tongue ducks your pussy.

“Baby! Fuck I’m so close” you cry. The coil was about to unravel within you. Eddie didn’t let up, he know your body like the back of his hand. He knew he would have you cumming on his tongue in 3…2…1, one last flick and your body contacted into Eddie as you hinged over, pressing his face even further into your pussy.

Eddie pulled back after I king you clean and he sees the smile of the dazed fucked out look on your face.

“There’s my girl”

[diazsdimples]

Several Sentence Sunday

Tagged by my love @hippolotamus who shared a devastating Mirrorball snippet. Go check it out!! On this weeks agenda we (once again) have some Eddietommy Mechanic Fic, which I really need to rename because there's currently 150 words of actual mechanic, and another 6.3k of pure smut (and only one of them has finished 😭 I fear we're in for the long haul here boys). Anyways, pls enjoy.

“Fuck, I’m getting close,” Tommy warns breathily, a barely perceptible break in his voice. He combs his hand through Eddie’s hair, tilting his face up so their eyes meet. His balls slip out of Eddie’s mouth and Eddie whines, mourning the loss. “Where do you want me to come?” The question makes Eddie’s brain come back online, pulling him back to reality rather than the pleasant, buzzy space he’d been in, and he considers, lazily stroking Tommy’s cock as he does so. It’s not something he’s ever had to consider before, with any of his other partners. There’s always been something so satisfying about them coming on his tongue or around his fingers, feeling their rhythmic clenches as they squirm and thrash above him. With a man though, he feels like it’s more. The idea of having Tommy’s come on him - marking him and claiming him – sends a bolt of hot and shivery desire up Eddie’s spine. As much as he’d love to take Tommy into his mouth and milk each and every drop from him, he thinks he might need a little bit more practice before he can pull that off without gagging. On his face, then? As hot as that seems, the practical side of Eddie says that getting come in his eye the first time he sleeps with a man would set a bad precedent, and he doesn’t want the cleanup that would come along with it. Although, the thought of long, thick ropes of come landing on his cheek, dripping down his chin, maybe even in his hair, definitely has an appeal to it. Eddie shivers at the thought, his neglected cock throbbing between his legs. Next time. “Eddie, baby, I’m going to need an answer soon.” Tommy sounds wrecked, like he’s holding himself back, and it’s then that Eddie remembers he’s still playing with Tommy’s cock.

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[runningupthatvecna]

the law of seat partners

alrighty so ya gurl had a dream about eddie last night and here i am trying to use that to base the following something off of.

part 2

cw/tw: eddie munson being a slightly touchy precious bean. a slight bit of angst. feeling left out/mentions of feeling unwanted if you squint. otherwise, none that i could think of, just my silly brain fluff. if you find something else, please let me know yaaa. no mentions of y/n.

summary: you're going on a high school field trip with your friends. and thankfully, a long haired metalhead is also there to keep you company and ease the pain of being around obnoxious children.

side note: this is literally the first fic thing i've written in literal YEARS (also in English) and first ever time writing for Eddie, so bare with me here, i've gotten quite rusty i guess so i truly apologise if it's rather bad. don't mind me and please reblog/leave me comments if you did enjoy this pure fluff something!

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It was the sunniest May morning the town of Hawkins had ever seen. The bluest sky above the forests and fields, downtown, the infamous trailer park and the parking lot of Hawkins High.

You sighed as you placed your car in parking mode before opening the door and sliding out, just so you could grab your belongings - a rather big bag filled with all sorts of items that you were certain you were going to need for surviving the next week - out from the backseat.

A field trip with students with an age range from bloody twelve to the wise years of nineteen, well, twenty to be specific, was on your agenda in the almost last month of your last year of high school, and thankfully you were not gonna be stuck in some forest next to Lake Superior alone by yourself.

Being forced to exist around screaming twelve year olds who were about to enter puberty was your least favourite part of the whole expedition, which made the presence of your group of best friends so much more valuable.

There was one person whose attendance you'd specifically been hoping for. And yes, of course you and your friends had been talking about the trip months ago so it would be clear who would join in the fun, but with Eddie's tendency to be flaky when it came to decisions like this, one could never be fully sure.

I mean yeah, certainly you were looking forward to spending this week by the lakeside with Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan and the younger kids in freshmen year, but nothing could make the thought of being stuck with a group of middle schoolers and teachers more bearable than being stuck there with the one guy who you - to put it frankly - had a thing for.

You couldn't really say that you were as close with him as you were with Steve or Robin, you never really spent time with him outside of the group hangouts. But that didn't mean that there was any weird distance between the two of you when the lucky occasion of hanging out did come around.

Eddie Munson was a metalhead. Through and through. Tough exterior, soft baby cow personality but could turn stone cold when necessary. When people tried to shame him for being different, for example.

You were also very certain that his love language was touch, based on the times he would throw his arm around you when casually walking you to your next class or the way he would playfully wrestle Dustin or Lucas in the cafeteria during lunch break to show he didn't hate them.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!"

Max had spotted you in line and apparently didn't feel too much guilt for cutting it just so she could hop on the bus together with you.

You mumbled the same thing back to her, wondering if you were the first or last ones of your party to go through Miss Kelley's check-in.

She greeted the both of you with a toothy smile before she turned her focus onto the sheet with students' names. Your eyes wandered over the rows of seat pairs, and since you had arrived at the parking lot, let's say not late but also not early either, most of them were already filled with loudly chatting kids.

"Hopefully the others saved us a seat", you heard Max say from in front of you. Unlike you, she already had a pre-determined seat buddy. "Oh please, it's obvious that Sinclair kept one for you", you quipped back, silently hoping you could potentially be sitting next to Steve or at least Robin.

And even if Eddie was going to join you, he'd probably be sitting with Chrissy. Or Gareth.

"That might be true, but I'm sure you'll be just fine with where you'll end up."

Max stepped further into the bus after she gave you a wink and a slight grin.

Did she know more than you?

Good boy Steve was rather easy for you to spot. With that amount of hair peeking out above the sea of headrests? No wonder. In fact, most of your friends were already seated further in the back of the one-story bus.

A slight hint of disappointment clouded your brain at the sight of Steve and Robin sharing a seat pair, with Nancy and Jonathan right behind them. Your fear of being the one left out and behind was creeping out from the back of your mind, acting up.

People had always been kind enough to endure you, but no one ever really chose you. Or at least made you feel like you belonged.

Lucas indeed had the seat next to him reserved for Max, to where she continued her strut down the aisle to plop down, while Dustin and Will had agreed to share theirs.

Surprising they made it out of bed this early.

You took a few more steps towards the back of the bus. A wide grinned Erica was seated amongst her friends in the center of the very back row, your eyes scanning the seats until they landed on the wild dark mane of a certain metalhead, who was occupying the pair of seats right behind the stairs down to the back door.

He was practically lying in the window seat. Head resting against the glass, staring out to observe the students who hadn't set foot onto the bus yet. Parents who were lecturing their kids one last time before letting them go.

Was he daydreaming? What could possibly be going on in that pretty head of his?

Your heart jumped and your stomach fluttered when he shifted his gaze to the aisle where you were standing. The widest smile spread over his face at the sight of you, and you hated to admit to yourself that it did not leave you unaffected.

The seat next to him was empty.

It took Eddie a few seconds to remember what his initial plan was. As if something in his brain clicked, as if a bolt of lightning had hit him, he straightened himself and got up.

"Uh hi there. I, uh, kept you a seat if, uh, in case you'd like to sit with me."

Eddie the freak Munson. Had thought of and would be willing to sharing seats for a 10 hour bus ride. With you, of all people?

In the light of the sunlight flooded bus, you could see his cheeks adjusting to the colour of your own. Flushed pink.

And you just couldn't help the wide grin that was pulling at the corners of your mouth.

Now both of you were standing in the aisle facing each other.

"I would love to, Munson."

Quickly you took out the essentials for the journey from your bag: headphones and your walkman, your tape collection that you wouldn't leave the house without, a novel, some water and a tote bag with your carefully selected snacks.

Eddie waited patiently for you to get comfortable, standing there in the aisle in his signature leather jacket and denim dio vest, while leaning against the backrest of his own seat, watching your every move.

Once you swung yourself around into your seat, Eddie plopped down next to you with an equally wide grin plastered across his face while pointing his ringed index finger at the snack bag.

"You know, you're gonna have to share those with me."

You turned your head around to face him, eyebrow raised.

His chocolate brown doe eyes were so so softly looking at you. If you didn't know better they'd melt you on the spot.

"Oh really, do I?"

"Yeah, it's the unspoken yet official law of seat partners, sweetheart."

You chuckled at his silliness and the pet name, the nervousness which you had gotten from the thought of him very obviously thinking of you when it came to the decision of who to sit next to, all gone.

He wanted to be physically close to you.

He wanted to spend that time on the bus around you.

He chose you.

After Steve, Robin and all the others from your group had acknowledged your presence as well with genuine smiles, and the last few kids had found their seats, it was time to leave Hawkins.

The bus hit the highway towards Chicago pretty soon after departure.

Eddie let you sit in the window seat, which eventually led to him conveniently using your shoulder as a pillow. And no, you didn't mind the weight. It was Eddie.

Hell, you were having a hard time keeping yourself from wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

"Does this also fall under the law of seat partners?", you asked curiously, placing a hand on Eddie's head and slightly scratching his scalp.

The only thing you got in return was a satisfied, sleepy "mhm" and a squeeze and rub of his warm hand over your thigh, but it was enough for your mind to drift off, wondering which other of Eddie's love languages and further details of his ridiculous seat partner law you'd come to discover on this trip.

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tagged: my beloved ellen @josephfakingquinn <3

[klausinamarink]

Easy Promises

rating: T | cw: cancer, mentioned child abuse | tags: pre-relationship, Steve has good parents, childhood friends, reunion, Theodore is Eddie’s full name agenda | wc: 956

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 14: Angst with happy ending

When Steve was eleven, he was told that he was going to die. Naturally, he burst into tears. His mother immediately pulled him to her chest, shushing him gently while his father yelled at their doctor.

“He’s just a child!”

“It’s important for your son to know that leukemia isn’t possible to survive-”

“Bullshit!”

Steve cried harder in his mother’s arms, even after they left the office.

Back home, his mother knelt down, looked Steve in the eye, and said, “You are going to live, baby. You are still going to grow up to be a smart, healthy man. You will fight that cancer and live.”

It was easy to make a promise. It was harder to follow through it.

After the urgent move to Indianapolis, Steve’s days fell into a blur of check-ups, medicine, throwing up, and exhaustion. He spent more days at the hospital than at his new school. He wasn’t sure which place was worse. The clinical words and smells with thin blankets and more sick children like him or the classrooms where apologetic teachers gave him too many lavish gifts while the other kids avoided him.

But there was one boy who declared himself as Steve’s buddy. Steve thought he would hate Theodore Munson, but he didn’t. Theodore (“Just Teddy! My full name makes me feel like I’m Roosevelt.”) never stared at Steve or asked about his leukemia or poked at his thin arms. Instead, Teddy always asked how his day went and listened to every word, even if it was a foggy repetition of hospital visits. If Steve said he was tired, Teddy never announced it to their teachers and just silently offered some cookies or juice under their desks. During recess and lunch, Teddy sat next to him and spoke excitedly about the new comics or movies Steve never had the chance to check himself.

It was always nice listening to Teddy talk. Way better than a doctor reading his statistics aloud like it was an eulogy.

When the chemotherapy inevitably snuck into his schedule, Steve cried and begged everyone to keep his hair. He was already The Kid With Cancer. He didn’t want his hair shaved off.

Nobody listened to him.

A couple days later, Steve wore a Reds cap. He refused to wear the knitted wool hat his Nana had made for him like he was five again. That would just push his classmates into bullying him for real.

He came to school late, not wanting to join the student crowd. He stopped when he saw Teddy sitting on the steps, his shaven head in his arms.

For a second, Steve thought that Teddy somehow knew and wanted to shave his hair in solidarity. And then Teddy looked up and he saw a nasty black eye. They stared at each other for a long time until both of their eyes welled up in tears.

“Your hair’s gone.” Teddy said wetly after they ran into each other for a hug.

“So ‘s yours.” Steve sniffs, daring himself to pat the buzzed scalp.

“My dad got mad last night.”

Teddy told him about his dad enough that his muffled words made Steve tighten his grip. “At least you’re not dying.”

Teddy barked out a wet laugh, “Just don’t leave me first.”

It was an easy promise to accept. Except it was already broken when Teddy never showed at school the next day. And then Steve was alone again.

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I’m in remission. I still have a future. I’m going to live. Steve repeated that mantra to himself in his car, staring from afar at the ominous entrance of Hawkins High.

It had been a good year and a half since the doctors finally gave the good news. Steve was always a crier, but he’d only stared up at the ceiling in silent disbelief while his parents wept joyfully. The news never really hit him until two months later, when he touched an inch of new hair in the bathroom, and then sobbed and thanked God for letting him live.

Even if that little what if it comes back lingered in the back of his mind.

Now, he was thrown back to Hawkins, which included starting his sophomore year in person.

But old habits still stayed. Steve kept seated in his car and watched the other students walk inside while they laughed with healthy smiles. Even after the bell rang, he stayed. After a good five minutes, Steve’s courage returned and he stepped out.

He only took three steps when a van suddenly appeared, scaring the shit out of him with a blaring honk. Steve jumped back and flipped the driver off. “Watch it, asshole!” He stomped away, his mood broken further by the van’s door opening. Great, now he’s gonna be in a shouting match in front of the school-

“Steve?”

He froze. Turned around slowly.

Teddy, all dressed in some dark clothes with long hair. Teddy, who stared back at him with wide eyes. Teddy, Teddy, Teddy-

Steve wasn’t sure who ran towards the other first, but it was Steve who hugged the tightest and cried first.

“Holy shit,” Teddy laughed wetly in his ear, “Your hair-” He leaned away so his hands were placed on both sides of Steve’s head. They felt warm and oddly right. “You look so much healthier…”

Steve just smiled, a little blush in his cheeks as he said, “I got better.” He watched as the realization dropped on Teddy in real time. Then he was pulled into a more tighter and fiercer hug, already feeling a wet patch on his shoulder.

There were definitely lots of things they needed to catch up on. But Steve’s more contempt in sharing his warmth with his friend.

[hairmetal666]

He snaps to awareness in that hazy dream space, has a second to regret that he wasn’t miraculously cured of his PTSD, before something smashes against him. It happens so fast he doesn’t have time to fight back, and he’s pinned to his bed by bruising hands. 

Steve catches a glimpse of brown curls, crimson lips, fangs that look so much longer than he remembers. 

A whimper escapes, heart thundering, and he can’t tell how much is fear and how much is the instantaneous desire that consumes him whenever this version of Eddie is near. 

Eddie’s hand clutches at his hair, use it to wrench Steve’s head back to reveal the long lines of his throat. Predictably, Steve is rock hard, terrified and elated to be handled so roughly. 

“Nothing’s going to save you this time,” Eddie growls in his ear. 

He’s serious, of that Steve is certain. Eddie will drink his blood—maybe drain him dry, maybe tear out his throat—and god help him if his hips aren’t arching off the bed, if a moan isn’t cracking out of his throat. 

He expects Eddie to immediately sink his teeth in, but he groans back, grinds himself into Steve, unquestionably hard. Steve expects him to pull away, to go back to the murder part of his agenda. Instead, he noses at Steve’s throat, sniffing, scenting. 

“How the hell do you smell so good? Thought I imagined it” Eddie mumbles. Their bodies rocking together. 

Steve is too lost in sensation to answer, just whimpers, angles himself to get a little more friction. 

The warmth of Eddie’s laugh ghosts against his throat, making him shiver and whine. “Still can’t get over it. Steeeeve Harrington likes boys? Getting his rocks off with lil ol’ me?” 

One of those fangs snags at Steve’s earlobe, tugging, sparking pain that has his eyes rolling back in his head. 

“You like it when it hurts, baby?” Eddie mocks.

“Yeah,” Steve doesn’t know what he’s saying, feels like something has control of his mouth, but he means every word, anyway. “Like it. Need it.” 

I forgot to post a teaser yesterday, so have a little bit of smut. Chapters 12-15 of You Will Still Haunt Me out Saturday!!!

[screaming-universe]

a light on the sea

[andreabaideas]

Djats beauty : Part two

Aka when my teen cousin (16) ask silly things about our shared fandoms (Djats and Twilight ) and then I transform It into a social genre experiment XD

Disclaimer : No animals were harmed during this process...though a (my) family was bothered with the superficial questions of a teen... helped by the too curious Adult (aka me) XD. 

It was also my experiment , to see if men and women find the same people pretty in the same way...I'm very serious about this kinds of experiments. 

Part two was between the men... Or you thought we were going to ask just about the women??? No,no,no. We're equals in my agenda!!!

We took as pretty source the actors that played the characters : Billy, Graham,Eddie, Warren, Nicky at first. I wanted to include Teddy and Rod, but my cousin said they are too old...I (obviously) won in the end or else I would help her convince the others to listen to her XD.

We divided It into categories (I told you very serious about It XD) :  eyes, face, hair , body, skin, and finally : as a whole (the one with better everything). 

Eyes : 

Women : Billy ("those eyes are wow!" "So light Green" "not they are blue" "no they are Green"...they were like the Golden White black blue dress internet meme issue..."They are beautiful let it be") , then Nicky (light and so pretty), then Rod ("his eyes look like melting caramel", "super pretty Hazel"), then Graham (again blue or green... sigh), then Eddie, then Warren, then Teddy. 

Men : "We don't care". Cousin : the women voted for the women too. M: "You women are mean to one another, thats why you judge,  we just dont give a crap about each others".... Finally they voted XD

Fiiine: Billy, then Nicky. 

Winner : Billy. 

Face :  

Women : tough Battle between Billy (perfect bone structure) and Rod (simetrical and very beautiful).  Then Nicky. Then Graham. Then Eddie. Then Warren. Finally Teddy. 

My mom and aunt liked Rod the best. My cousins Billy. 

Men : as they didn't care particularly they said :  Billy again, and then Nicky. Third was Rod. Graham IS too baby faced ,  Eddie looks "too girly for being a man, like an badly man filtered version of Karen with short hair (🤨?!). Then Teddy and Warren "they aren't hot, you women are weird".  

Winner : Billy 

Body : 

Women: Billy (Six pack perfection, wow. Me: "He said he was starved while shooting". The Girls: "We also half starve ourselves to fit in the bikinis too, he did It for humanity's benefit , he should be proud"... I can't with my family I swear. 

The rest: Nicky , Rod, Eddie, Graham, Warren,Teddy. 

Men: Billy. Rod. And the Gastón mean looking one (Nicky). 

Winner : Billy. 

Hair: 

Women : (with long hair better) Billy, then Nicky, then Eddie, then Graham, then Teddy , then Warren , finally Rod* Note : with the actors real hair Rod goes third position , but with the shows wig not ("Its atrocious kid" XD) 

Men : Billy. 

Winner : Billy.

Skin: We took into account the actors real age VS their skin appearance to judge , the glow , the color shade (uniformness and health) and the texture (acné, wrinkles...) to vote...When i tell you this was super pro XD. 

Women: Graham, Nicky, Eddie, Billy & Rod, Warren and Teddy. 

Graham looks 18, so yeah his skin IS good (1996) Nicky (1992) looks very good too. Rod Its looking fantastic for his age, way younger than his real age. Eddie looks younger too. Billy looks older than the character he plays but looks his age skin wise, not more (listen Twitter listen those wise words)...but not much less :( " Darling he looks in his middle thirties between 33- 35 years" "Yup more or less, Mom, he IS from 1986". "Close enough". 

Winner : Graham. 

As a whole : Let me count.... everything except the skin?...Who am I kidding? 

Winner: Billy. He destroyed the others... There wasn't a competition at all XD. 

It was easier with the men . Also my bratty 16, Almost 17! years  cousin was very surprised about Rod,  but like...My mom, my aunt/ her grandma, her mom (my eldest cousin) and our other aunt (half of the female votes) are his age or slightly older, between 42 to 60...what she expected?🤣. 

Hadn't there been our adopted cousins (our male cousins's wives) between 33 to 39 (I call them cousins too... once you enter my family Its like the Mafia: you belong to us and you can't really escape XD) and her best friend was there too (18), to complete the younger vote  (that voted all for Billy)... Rod would have won. 

Curious enough women can vote about other women (without any sexual attraction) while the men didnt care about voting for other men. 

Weird right?

Thats It! 

[fixhbones]

WIP GAME !!!!

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(i was tagged by beloved mutual @pimpedoutgreenears )

i have 250+ wips so i’m going to break this down a LOT and not including many 💀

i’ll be tagging anyone who wants to join in, as well as: @cowardlybean , @scrunkle , @ctpalt, @cupofd1rt , @choofs (no pressure to anyone to do it lol)

this will be Long so it’s under the cut

MP100

-teruki moving

-fox curse serirei

-ritsu and that maid dress (calfhooves inspired me to finally start writing that one forever ago)

-shou and his family

-shou being invisible

-college ritshou

-fem ritshou

-shou unintentionally joining the kageyamas vacation

-i beat the shit out of reigen

-ritshou fake dating

-runaway

-multi-dimensional/universe shit

-hockey

-‘stray cat’ shou ; ‘house cat’ ritsu

-yuritshou again

-ritshou live together

-terumob transgender agenda (all girls school)

-fist fighting and kissing

-terumob furries

-unconventional love

-graffiti taggers ritshou

-sick fic pt2

-terumob and psychic powers

-lab baby shou PTSD

-shou star and tree metaphors

-ritsu melts

-shou like. dying

-reigen and shou funny familial relationship

-shou is bad at emotions and feelings

Bungo Stray Dogs

-lab baby escapee skk fic

-ranpoe angst

-ranpoe and eyelashes

-skk runaway

-skk and sea monsters

-summer camp

-highschool au

-skk highschool au version 2

-skk highschool au version 3

-chuuya and carnage

-mamas boy (chuuya and verlaine au)

-truth or dare (girl skk)

-ooc double black and humanity

-skk highschool au version 4

-dazai and The Horrors

-cryptids au

-halloween through the years

-summer camp au (again lol)

-ranpo and dazai pm au

-dazai gets braces

-ghostbuster au

-chuuya getting an education in the pm

-skk graffiti taggers au (again)

-girl scouts au

-kyousano and skk older sister + their younger brother

-wierd twist on a spider-man au

-teen skk + jealous dazai

-lonely summers

-chuuya “i’m back in the fucking building again” nakahara

-skk taking care of eachother

-skk yuri

-skk yuri and anatomy

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MCYT/DSMP

-necromancer crimeboys version 1

- version 2

-crow crimeboys

-c!tommy 🤝 a pearl (mitski)

-lab baby c!tommy

-lab baby brothers c!crimeboys

-horror summer camp au

-accidently adopting a raccoon shapeshifter

-vigilante fic

-the forest is breathing

-unreliable narrator depressed wilbur

-pirate crimeboys

-the undead’s guide to feeling alive

-c!beeduo traditional enderian wedding

-night in the woods au (wilbur is mae)

-subway masks

-wilbur and tommy sons of the sun and moon respectively

-nasicaä crimeboys au

-crimeboys over the garden wall au

-cryptids au

-crimeboys binary stars

-chainsaw man au

-wilbur buries himself

-skater and rollerblader rivalry lmao

-los compensinos inspired 2

- horror fic 2

-cranboo time traveler au

-crimeboys cryptids au version 2?

-ode to a moon

IT

-losers club friends giving

-richie and bev dye hair

-losers college au (winter edition)

- summer camp au (it haunts me)

-loser adults are losers and have video calls

-reddie in eddie’s attic

-losers go trick or treating

-eddie takes care of richie

-richie and Big Dog

-bev accidental wingman of the century

-reddie romcon irony angst

-camcorder findings

-whale city 👍

-youtube video transcript

-pharmacy photo developing

-mama tozier being the best

-richie and stan’s kids

-mac n cheese

-mama tozier being the best again

-werewolf x witch

-loser kids

-violence

Persona 5

-hockey kid akechi

-magical girl au

-foster care

MISC

-life happenings (Night In The Woods)

-sunnflower runaway (Omori)

-bad ending 2.0 (Omori)

-sickfic (hirano to kagiura)

-langa being left handed (SK8)

-renga being dumbly in love (SK8)

-pearlina (splatoon)

[fairysteve]

share the ideas share the ideas share the ideas share the-

i'm prefacing this with it's 2am, i just went to bed, and you gave me absolute freedom to just ramble by not specifying anything i've already talked about

autistic steve that gets brain damage, vision loss, hearing loss and chronic migraines. it's a lot. his pain tolerance is high but you can't just power through everything and he doesn't get under- or overstimulated the same way as before which means that he needs to relearn his body. masking gets near impossible but steve doesn't know who he is when he isn't pretending to be okay. he stops being able to work but his dad won't allow him to just stay home but if he uses his government hush money to buy a place he won't afford food and utilities for long, if he can even remember to pay his bills. steve has gone through too much and living alone is no longer an option but he refuses to see it, even when he spends all his spoons trying to be normal so he either has no energy for his friends or no energy for himself.

i'm considering a sideplot for the little mermaid au where nancy is a princess that becomes a pirate after her betrothed (prince steve) goes missing. she doesn't actually like steve, but she won't let him be the only one to discover freedom, and she likes getting her hands dirty. her kingdom is full of injustice that she's unable to do anything about as a princess, but as a pirate, she can do whatever she wants. and then nancy's crew accidentally fishes up a mermaid; robin. and nancy is enthralled. interspecies relationship - nancy is happy as a pirate, robin is happy as a mermaid.

i'm just always thinking about steve and timetravel/timeloops on some level. post-s4 steve waking up as pre-s1 steve and doing basic things like dropping tommy and carol early, avoiding a romantic relationship with nancy, trying to befriend robin and eddie, and also getting eleven before the party finds her, idk if he would have heard enough about will's disappearance to stop that, but he could totally save will earlier. i know there's at least one fic like this but that do not stop me, i love steve and i love time stuff. wait actually i love making steve question his gender the first time he faces a demogorgon, a timetravel au with trans steve opens so many more possibilities. also any post-s3 steve would feel more comfortable with his bisexuality so that also makes for fun pre-s1 times.

stargyleth (steve/argyle/gareth) is an amazing ship and i stand by it. they have completely different tastes and vibes but they mix together so well. argyle helps steve and gareth chill out, gareth teaches them to play the drums which a great healthy way to get out aggression, steve feels comfortable joking around and being himself with them, they make fun of movies and come up with dnd characters and pizza topping combos and they just get to be young and dumb. gareth and steve are both ready to fight and all three are bitchy and steve and argyle can take turns driving and they just balance each other out. this isn't an idea as much as i'm just thinking about them

steve with nipple piercings.... actually transfem steve keeping her chest hair because fuck gender stereotypes and wearing a cute bra and also nipple piercings and now you make it the boat scene where stevie is out to robin and dustin only but she volunteered to dive and she's not gonna do it in her shoes and sweater and then she's hairy and wearing a bra and nancy doesn't know and eddie absolutely doesn't know and removing the bra would be even stranger so stevie just dives in but it makes eddie giving her his vest for modesty so much better and can you tell that i've been thinking about this for the stevie h agenda—

mechanic!eddie got a summer job at thachers tire when he was 16, started dealing on the side after he failed senior year the first time because he knew he and wayne needed the money. the bandana comes from being a mechanic; his van breaks down constantly. he doesn't really know what the colour means but he's flagging that he's a top on purpose. he doesn't use the bandana to hide his face when stealing the rv because it's way dirty and also he forgets about it unless he needs it after dealing with the van.

it's been 45 minutes i'm gonna stop actually

[love-toxin]

Okay but Eddie being the babysitter for you and Steve! And getting thrown into the family because the two of you cannot keep your hands off of him. And he loves the love

ehe <33 i went a lil feral <333

cws: dilf!steve + milf!sunday school teacher!angelface, babysitter!eddie, age gap (38-40, and 22), fears of infidelity (but its resolved), masturbation, pillow humping, (a+v) fingering, throat fucking, ball worship, rimming, assplay, scent kink, angel has a cum kink, threesome, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, praise kink, sub!eddie, dom!steve, switch!angel, fem reader.

word count: 8.8k (90% smut)

Edward is so, so cute.

You noticed his look at first--the aesthetic he's got going on is really quite something, with the ripped jeans, and the hair, and the....the rings on those long, thick fingers. He was a little off-putting at first because he wasn't transparently shy, more blunt than anything else as he introduced himself. He's not like some of the other young girls and boys you and your husband had sifted through, almost all of them preppy young teenagers or prepubescent middle schoolers looking for a crack at their first job.

Edward--Eddie, is a little older than that. Which some might find strange or untrustworthy, but he's only around twenty-two, so still young. They would find him uncouth for many other reasons anyways, so it's not really a bother--you and Steve wanted someone older, someone more mature and hopefully more responsible anyways, because you've been looking for a long-term sitter and the high schoolers you picked before....oh, Steve was not happy when you came home early and found them throwing a party in your house, while your son was fast asleep in his room.

On the other hand, your check-ins with Eddie over the last few months have been stellar. Not only has he managed to follow all your rules, but your son absolutely adores him. It's hard enough at your respective ages, with you at 38 and Steve hitting 40 this year, to wrangle a seven-year-old with his own agenda. But Casey has taken to Eddie like a bee to honey and he seems to have no trouble getting him through his daily routines. Toothbrushing, bedtime, and eating vegetables is like a dream when it's in Eddie's hands--the kid thinks he's a god, and Eddie's so thrilled whenever he can talk to your son about his hobbies, so it's a match made in heaven. He's even started reading The Hobbit to him before bedtime, and you can see the joy on Steve's face whenever his son climbs up into his lap and starts excitedly chattering to him about orcs, and dwarves, and dragons, and whatever else tickles his fancy. You're sure it's because he reminds him of Dustin in those moments, and it's just so sweet.

Of course, a couple moms and older ladies at your church meetings had expressed worry at first, discontent even with your choice of caretaker, but you've been quite happy to report nothing but solid results out of the young man over the last few months. Casey's even taken to asking if Eddie can come over and play when you're at home--"Mommy, call Eddie! You and daddy hafta go out, I wanna play dragons!"--so you would think their minds would quickly be changed. But not so.

"He's a fan of that heavy metal music, he can't be good with kids. What if he indoctrinates your son, or converts him? Besides, he deals drugs! You can't ignore that."

Their criticisms fly over your head with nothing to hold them down, and while the drugs do worry you a bit, you have nothing but pure faith in Eddie to keep any of those habits out of your house. He never even smells of smoke when he comes to babysit, and the one time you did catch a whiff of cigarettes when Steve called him in last minute, he apologized and offered to change his clothes as soon as he spotted your nose crinkling up. Such a sweet boy, how could you even try to be upset? Steve lent him an old polo and jeans, and the two of you got a good chuckle before you left at watching him shimmy around in those clothes that were so not his style. But he committed to it because he's just....Eddie. That's just how he is.

And you're not sure when you started thinking of him that way, as Eddie, and not just as your babysitter, but it certainly hasn't gone away on its own. At first it was just a fancy, a cheeky "oh, isn't he cute? I bet the girls love that hair." that you've heard from all manner of female gossip. Even being a Sunday school teacher you aren't immune to it, so you figured that fluttering of your heart when he calls you "Mrs. Harrington" would go away with time.

But it hasn't. And the fear has been growing--what's wrong with you, you've wondered? You've been with Steve for years, and not once have you ever been charmed by someone other than your husband, not to the extent of thinking about them when you're with him. Steve's always been the love of your life since you were eighteen, so what could have possibly changed in all those years? Is it a midlife crisis? Or are you just a terrible person for thinking about another man, a younger man, while you're next to your husband in bed?

It isn't until you start noticing things about Steve that you realize that you might not be the only one, and that it might not be just a you problem. At first it's subtle, a "Hey Eddie, you wanna stay for a drink?" after Casey's gone to bed and you've both arrived home from your date. Then you notice the looks he's giving him--the long, lingering stares when Eddie laughs or flips his hair over his shoulder, sometimes a flicker of a look when he bends over. And soon after that, you notice that he's getting further from Eddie. Steve's buying you more gifts, and your sex life ramps up dramatically; you go from two or three times a week to every night, Steve moaning into your ear that he loves you, he loves you so much, and that worries you even more. By then, has he already strayed? Are you watching his guilt unfold after he's broken the vows of your marriage?

Clearly that's not the case when you get some time alone with Eddie, though. It's quite obvious that he has no earthly idea of your feelings or of Steve's, and there isn't a single clue of some kind of secret affair that you can find. In some ways, you feel a little stupid for searching for one in the first place, because maybe you're just projecting your own guilt on to your poor, sweet husband.

That is until you catch Steve in the shower late at night, jerking off and moaning Eddie's name into his hand. If that isn't a tell, literally nothing could be. But it's a fortunate affair if not incredibly humiliating and shameful for your husband in the moment, shock and pain clear in his eyes when you pull the curtain back and catch him red-handed. It's adorable actually, seeing him so guilty and apologetic as he tries to tell you how much he loves you, and how he's so ashamed of himself but he doesn't know what to do--he certainly wasn't expecting you to admit your own feelings, nor for that humiliation to turn into lust as he pinned you to the shower wall and didn't let you down until the water ran cold.

After that, you came to a crossroads, and you both had to be honest with yourselves. Should you let him go? You both knew how desperately he needed the money, and you were sure it would devastate Casey not to have him around anymore, but how ethical would it be to be paying someone you both want to sleep with? What if your feelings leaked out and Eddie felt pressured to stay, or worse, felt he couldn't leave because of the money? It's such a difficult decision that you just had to leave it for a while, too wrapped up in your emotions to make a proper choice--you both just decided to keep things hidden for now, at least until you can find a better solution than firing him out of the blue for reasons beyond his control.

It doesn't stay that way, though. It certainly doesn't. Because now, you're living day to day with Eddie on your mind, and tonight's the night that you're not so sure it's completely one-sided anymore.

It's just barely past two am, and your key clicks so quietly in the lock that even you can barely hear it. You and Steve have been off on a couple's vacation for the weekend, but contrary to what you were hoping, you're both feeling more exhausted than refreshed. First, the hotel you'd booked months in advance had sold your room out from under you, and you were forced to find a much cheaper, much dingier one to sleep in at the last minute. Then Steve had his wallet stolen, and you spent the better part of your first vacation day calling people and looking around the resort for it. Then some drunk guy at the restaurant Steve had proposed to you in started harassing you, and the two of you were kicked out for Steve's less than delicate way of handling the situation, which was to clock the douchebag in the face after he called you a whore. And now you've just spent hours in traffic trying to get home early, so when you stumble into the front hallway of your home and kick your shoes off, you're so grateful you're ready to head right to bed and pass out.

"Hey, let's go tell Eddie he can go home, first." Steve whispers with a hand on your shoulder, aware and cautious of the fact that your son is definitely sleeping at this time of night. To top it all off, Eddie had called that first evening to tell you that your son had a fever and wasn't feeling well, as if your luck wasn't bad enough already.

"Let's pay him for the whole night, though. Give him a good tip for cleaning up Casey's puke."

"Of course. Aren't you so generous, Mrs. Harrington?" He chuckles, and with his loafers kicked off, he leans down and sweeps you right off your feet like you weigh nothing, and hurries on light feet up the stairs as if you're a bride again and he's rushing to toss you into your marriage bed. You pass by Casey's room and hear nothing, and Steve only lets you down when you reach the other side of the hall where the corner is, to peek into the guest bedroom that you've designated for Eddie. But when you do, and even when you flip on the light, you realize right away that he's not there--there's not even an inkling of a lump under the covers, which immediately flips your mind to worry after you've been on edge for the last three days. A reassurance is just about to fly off Steve's lips over your shoulder, something about how he might've gone for a walk, because his van was still parked in your driveway when you pulled in.

But as soon as you step back and pull the door closed, you hear it. Down the second hallway at the very end, where the master bedroom sits with the door firmly shut.

"Fuck..."

Your eyes both widen, and you share a look with your brown-eyed husband that screams pure shock. That was definitely Eddie. And that was absolutely, indisputably, without a doubt a moan.

Neither of you say a word, you're too nervous to even breathe, but Steve's features twist with anger before he can counteract it. You can both deal with your feelings about Eddie later, but having a stranger in your house while you're gone, and having sex? That's absolutely disrespectful, and you get why your husband is so flustered and stiff as he stalks down the hall towards the cream-coloured door. You follow close behind, like a rabbit on soft paws as you hurry to huddle up behind him--but just as he's grit his teeth and got his hand on the doorknob, you hear something else.

"Fuck...Mr. Harrington-"

His voice lilts, trills up to get a little louder, before his noises are muffled again--he must have clamped a hand over his mouth, but you're too caught up with the fact that your babysitter just moaned your husband's name. You can be sure now that your suspicions were wrong and that there isn't someone in there with him, because it's only his ragged breathing on the other side of the door....and you can hear the hard, sharp shuck shuck shuck of a soft, wet hand gripping the shaft of his cock, just like all those weeks ago when you caught Steve rubbing one out to the thought of Eddie in the same way. Your nails dig into Steve's baby blue golf shirt and it draws his attention down to you, the fury completely evaporated into a hot, red flush burning across his face.

In those strained few seconds, it's not your husband that opens the door. You reach past him and graze his hand as you do it yourself, carefully turning the knob and pushing it forward slowly enough that it doesn't make a sound. Relief washes over you.

Because otherwise, you wouldn't have got to see what's waiting for you in your own bed. Eddie's Iron Maiden t-shirt is rucked up, his pants and boxers in a heap on the floor, and he's hunched over your bed with one hand gripping something beneath him. You peek a little closer, and see that it's your pillow--your pillow, the one that lays on your side, pinned between his hairy thighs and cushioning his hard, rosy-tipped cock that's absolutely drenched in what you can only guess is his own spit and lube. There's clearly a big, damp patch on the dark blue fabric just beneath him, where you can see his balls squishing up against it every time he rocks into it, and...fuck. If you knew how often he had done this, you would've started humping your own pillow a lot sooner.

"Mr. Harrington, fuck--fuck, she feels so good..." Now it's your turn to warm up, Steve's hair tickling your cheek as he looks over your shoulder with just as much entrancement. You watch with bated breath as Eddie pounds your poor pillow into the bed, the hand he was muffling himself with finally spared to reach behind him and slowly work its way down--and you can't miss how slick his fingers are, his hips stopping for a moment or two so he can find the spot he's looking for. "S'gonna be okay, I can take it, I know you're big, I can take it,"

That cute, taut little rim slides open easily with the lube, but Eddie still moans and his hips kick up on instinct when he pushes a finger inside. It isn't until he starts bucking again that you finally notice the hand sliding down your ass, and your squeak of shock gets smothered by your husband's other hand as he claps it over your face, murmuring so quietly into your ear not to move as his fingers travel further. The flimsy sundress he convinced you to wear is obviously coming in handy for him, because your panties move easily and in moments, he's got two huge, hot fingers buried inside your cunt and your slick dripping all over his wrist.

"M-Mrs. Harrington--please, please let me cum, I'll be so good-" Eddie pants, completely oblivious to the squirming woman in the doorway and her husband's pants tenting as his cock strains for warmth. "I-I'll never cum in your panties again, I promise! I'll save all my cum for your pussy,"

You choke at that, and you're yanked back into your husband's chest with a hush and a stiff prodding into your lower back. Eddie's so far gone he doesn't notice though, and fortunate for you, because with Steve rubbing your clit as you listen to him call you baby you really aren't going to last long. Especially not when you can see when he hits his own hot spot inside, and buckles like he's just been shot, his face planting square into the sheets as he keeps working his fingers and humping your pillow with his cock leaking everywhere. He's close, so close, and so are you.

"Harder, please, you can be rough with me--you like it when I fuck her, Mr. Harrington? Like when I make your wife cum for me?" Steve only gets deeper, his tongue on your ear as he curls his fingers into that spot that blinds you with hot, white pleasure, and doesn't dare to stop right up until you're so hot it's burning--and then, when Eddie mumbles that next line to himself, it's the one that throws you right over the edge into ecstasy.

"Bet you and your wife love watching me rub one out, dontcha Mr. Harrington?"

He turns his head over his shoulder just in time to watch you crumble in your husband's strong arms, feet scrabbling for purchase on the hardwood as Steve fingers you right through your leg-shaking orgasm--and while you're writhing and whimpering into his hand, you're soaking the floor beneath you with enough clear, slick cum to run a mop clean through.

Eddie knew. Even if he was just guessing, he was definitely doing it for real--and while your head is still floaty and your body still reeling from cumming, Steve pulls his hand away from your cunt and locks the door behind him with the other, pushing you ahead to collapse into your bed next to Eddie. You can smell him, smell that hot musk of sweat and manly aroma, and if you weren't still trembling your mouth would be on his balls right now.

"About time I got to show you my nightly routine, Mrs. Harrington." He sighs, a content smile on his face despite the circumstances. He pulls the pillow out from under him and sets it next to you--and somehow he looks a little surprised when you grab it, and plunge your face into the exact spot where he'd been rubbing his cock all over it. Warm, wet, smelling of him....you flick your tongue out for a taste, and you're even happier to find that it's just as delicious as you imagined.

"Is this a joke?"

"You think I'd risk my best source of income for a joke?"

"Just checking. So you're a pervert." You feel the weight of Steve's body sinking the end of the mattress as he interrogates him, and when you pull the pillow away from your face, you're delighted to see that Eddie's sitting back with a flustered grin as your husband looms over him. Looks a lot more excited than scared, for sure.

"Only in the good way! Can I-" His hand grazes his cock, but Steve grabs his wrist and yanks it away. The other one, the one you know he was using to finger himself, gets grabbed too--but Steve brings those fingers to his lips, and slowly, intently sucks each one into his mouth without breaking their shared gaze. It's not until the last one gets sucked out with a pop that he finally makes his demands.

"Head over the bed. Lay on your back. Honey, can you give me a hand?" His voice turns so sweet when he talks to you, his soft eyes transfixed on the way you glide over the bed with ease. Eddie does exactly as he's told, and turns himself around so he's laid back with his head hanging off the edge, his curls reaching so far they nearly brush the floor. His fingers tremble and dig into the sheets when you get on top of him, but you don't straddle his cock and he whines. He won't have much room to do that again, though, not after you're finished unbuckling your husband's belt and coaxing that third leg he's hiding out from his underwear. He's already left a wet patch in the gray fabric, much like the one Eddie left on your pillow--you're just flush with gifts it seems, including the reward of watching your husband's cock bob out with that dark, flustered tip that stares you both in the face. Eddie sighs in awe, watching from his place with big, bright eyes, and licks his lips hungrily without knowing what's gonna come next.

"I'm not stopping if you gag. But if it hurts, hit my thigh." He leans down to whisper that part, and as you shimmy your way back down Eddie's torso to his lap, you smile to yourself. Your husband's a softie, always has been, always will be. As dominant as he is, he's always so sweet and doting when things need to wind down--or wind up.

"I won't," Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing and his eyes never leaving the sight in front of him. He's in a trance, almost, watching Steve's cock twitch and hang so heavy for him, both with size and with age.

"I'm not asking you, Edward. I'm telling you. Hit. My. Thigh. You understand that?" Finally, he nods and chimes out a "Yes, sir" although your husband sighs regardless.

"Such a brat. Where do you young people get your attitude from?"

"Oh, honey. You sound like a grump! Cut the poor boy some slack--you're gonna do a good job for my hubby, right?" You speak softly, gently pulling his shirt up his chest until it's bunched around his collarbone. He seems to like that pool of arousal that you're leaking all over his belly, especially while you're perched over his happy trail and soaking his bush with your slick, since he's already trying to hump your bare cunt despite being nowhere close to it.

"Yes, ma'am." He rubs your hip affectionately, breath hitching as he leans up to watch you balance on your knees and angle yourself over him, to finally start letting his cock breach your slippery folds. "Y-You want a condom, Mrs. H?"

"No. This'll be a lesson in responsibility. You get my wife pregnant, you'll have to deal with it." Eddie looks back at him in shock, but he doesn't say a word. If anything, it shifts more towards excitement as he waits for you to move--and when you do, when you finally start sinking down on that pretty, girthy cock, Eddie cries out and writhes and grabs your waist for stability but he can't make you stop. You're too wet to try, and the stretch that fills you out when you reach the base....it's not better nor worse than your husband's, but it's different. And you just hope it's as good for Eddie as it is for you.

"How's that feel, sweetheart? Feel okay?" You coo, trying to ignore the delightful scrape of unkempt, wiry hairs against your oversensitive clit. It's even more difficult to keep that pleasure at bay when Eddie's throbbing uncontrollably inside you, and your husband is sweetly, tentatively stroking himself off over Eddie's head as he watches the show.

"F-Fuck my mouth, Mr. H," He suddenly pipes up, reaching back to grab Steve's hips and tug him closer, so his cock is barely a centimetre off his face. "Shut me up before I say something--s-stupid!"

Whatever he's thinking about saying, Steve obviously has the patience to wait to hear it--because he wastes no time in pulling back and aligning his tip with Eddie's parted lips, one hand guiding himself and the other holding his jaw to keep him open as he slowly, carefully works himself inside. Every time Eddie jolts, your hips buck and it stimulates him even more, every inch sinking deeper and deeper until he's whimpering around the obvious bulge of Steve's cock nestled in his throat. It's such a pretty sight, his chest heaving for air and his nose nudging at Steve's heavy balls, spit trailing from his straining lips up his face--and Eddie's taking it so well, you can tell even Steve is pleased to see how trained his throat is to take him already.

"You practiced, huh? You were a good boy and practiced for me?" Eddie's eyes roll back into his head at the praise, and the thought of lazily stroking your clit in the interim is blasted away when he starts throwing his hips into a harsh rhythm. Like he's suddenly been possessed by his own lust, Eddie fucks into you with wild and reckless abandon, and doesn't bother trying to muffle his own choking and gagging noises as Steve starts humping his mouth in tandem. "You like being praised? You want more? Then make me cum."

You can tell by the sounds and the humming from Eddie that he would absolutely be running his mouth if he could, although it dies down into whines and deep, rumbly moans as you ride him harder and pay no mind to how he's losing steam. Honestly, you are too, even though the feeling is just indescribable--so you compromise by laying yourself down on his chest, tits squished up against his pecs and your hips laid flat for easier access, plus an opportunity for Eddie to bring his hands up and grab tight fistfuls of your ass that seem to spur his thrusts on even more. Having yourselves lined up only a few centimetres apart doesn't take away from the adrenaline at all--it just gives him an easier time of rapid-fire bucking into you like two rabbits in mating season.

On the other hand, Steve is taking zero liberties with him. He huffs and reminds him of the stopping rule even though he's in the midst of pummeling his poor throat into oblivion, but when he pulls completely out to allow him some breathing room, Eddie's sticky, flushed face twists with want and he sticks that pretty pink tongue out to coax him back inside. Clearly he's victorious in that sense--Steve's balls smush right up against his nose as he slides back in, tightening up against him when Eddie makes a loud show of slurping him up like he's some kind of dessert. His poor adam's apple is being abused with every dip into his throat though, and with a hazy giggle, you reach up and lick that spot that keeps showing the outline of your husband's cock--and you don't expect him to push down on the back of your head to shove you into it, Eddie squealing and panting with pleasure at the strange sensation of you sucking on your husband's dick through his own flesh.

"So fucking good," Steve pants, breaking his no cursing rule for the moment to look down on you both with reverence. "Sucking me off so good. My angels, you look so pretty down there."

He tugs you back up by the hair, peering around you to watch the mesmerizing jiggle of your ass as Eddie grinds into you and smirking at the sight. Now both of your faces are smeared with your own saliva, and he happily gives you more as he spits into your slackened mouth and watches it dribble down your chin to splatter against Eddie's flushed skin.

"Such a fucking soft tongue too, christ," Your husband groans, drawing your attention back to the pretty boy beneath you that's spasming and choking back on him. "Want me to pay you to warm my balls for me? Bet you'd do it for free. Just wanna have em in your mouth no matter what."

Just for show, he manages to extract himself from those warm, wet confines and moves his hips a little higher, so his musky scent overwhelms your babysitter's face as he rests his sack right on his panting lips. Eddie's honestly so admirable--he doesn't waste any time in sucking on them, his tongue flicking out to taste each one before he pulls them into his mouth independently. If you weren't married, you'd be worried that he'd show you up for Steve's affections, but your husband clearly knows his priorities as he pulls you up to kiss you firmly on the lips. You can taste each other's sweat on your tongues, and when he moves back his hand shifts to cup your chin with a smile and an affectionate rub. And just like that, he snaps back into dominant mode.

"I'd pay you to creampie this tight little throat too, but you're gonna take it anyways cause you're such a dirty boy for me." A shudder runs through him as Eddie moans around his balls, contently devouring them with his tongue and totally lost in the taste of his musk and sweat from the long day--you can definitely relate to that feeling, because something about Steve's smell just makes him irresistible. His treat is soon pulled away with a grunt, but he's not left wanting for very long when you watch Steve stuff himself right back down his throat, like he's returning to where he belongs. The show is gearing up for its finale and you're pretty glad that Steve's already made a mess of you once, because it's been easier to stave off the next orgasm that you know is coming soon--just as long as Eddie keeps rolling his hips into you like a mindless, youthfully horny sex machine. "And you're gonna get my sloppy seconds when you blow your load in my wife. Gonna make you lick it all up and--and get her all clean for me to breed agai-nnnnh, fuck, fuck!"

Steve's dirty thoughts taper off into throaty, husky moans, his hands coming down hard to pin Eddie's shoulders to the bed so he can't squirm off--but if anything he's edging closer, squeaking and humming with moans as Steve loses his composure and brutalizes that poor, pretty neck as he chases the last few seconds of orgasm. Just to top it off, you make sure to grind your hips down against Eddie to meet his thrusts as he does so, crooning out praise after praise when he digs his nails into your waist and shakes with boundless pleasure as Steve floods his belly with cum straight from the source. If he's trying not to cum in you, he's gonna lose--and now you're close enough that you don't care, you just want it, you're losing yourself in the fantasy of being a cumdump just like Steve's always entertaining for you. When you're so close you can feel it coming on too hard to stop it, and your husband pulls out with little regard to the streams of cum that spurt out and paint Eddie's beet-red face, tilting his head up so they can both watch you come apart on top of him. His honey-brown doe eyes widen with awe as he watches you use him for your own pleasure, unashamedly grinding your clit into his bush to get that delicious pleasure you crave--and with Steve's encouragement, "C'mon honey, show Eddie how pretty you look when you cum" the room blots out and you witness nothing but Eddie's concaving stomach as you push him into his own orgasm.

It's hard to tell where you start and Eddie ends, whose fluids are churning up inside you and spilling all over his lap like a man-made puddle, but nothing in those moments matter. All that matters is the rolling waves of tingling ecstasy that wash over you one at a time, accompanied by the feeling of Eddie's nuts clenched up against your ass as your pussy pulses and milks him of all he has to spare. You're really unsure now of what you just did, but the glory that spreads through you as you come down makes it all feel hazy and good--doesn't really matter as long as this feeling lasts, even if it's just the heat of Eddie's body beneath you as you collapse and nuzzle deeper into his chest.

"Mrs. H..." He finally pants in a hoarse voice, sucking back whatever's left sticking to his mouth and trailing a hand up to rest it on your lower back. "Can't see straight...fucked me too good..."

You bury your grin in his collar, dazedly tracing circles in his shoulder as you readjust to your surroundings. When you finally manage to lift your head, you're met with your husband's groin--he's in the midst of pulling up his pants, but he pauses when he sees you eyeing him. Mostly focused on his heavy, hanging cock between his legs, still smeared with cum and spit and sweat...and although it's usually a toss up of whether he thinks you're too tired to do it or not, he doesn't interrupt and even moves closer when you reach out to touch it, and you lick a long stripe from tip to base to start polishing him off.

"Good girl...love it when you clean my cock for me. Always so gentle, huh? Ssh-" He hisses suddenly as you prop him up and suck the soft tip into your mouth, the globs of cum that threatened to fall getting licked up as you ease every last spurt of seed out of him. His hands brace your head but don't move, though you can't quite reach all the way--but when you start sliding off Eddie's cock to stretch closer and move further down on your husband's, he whimpers with sensitivity and watches with a keen eye as his cum drools out of your cunt like a faucet. You just wanna get close enough, forcing down each inch that's much easier to swallow when he's soft. When you've got the shaft all clean, though, you can get to what lies underneath, and sweetly lap at the sticky mess off your husband's balls until you've polished his skin and groomed every thatch of thick, dark hair he's got. "That's my girl. Givin' em such nice attention, yeah? You know they're yours."

Only when you're good and ready does he finally pull you off, a chuckle rising out of him when you sink back into the man underneath you--and unintentionally smother him with your tits in the process, your velvety skin falling victim to his teeth as he starts mawing at each round, soft globe of flesh. He buckles himself up and bends down to peck you on the lips, murmuring that he's gonna get some towels and go check on Casey, and makes sure to scritch the top of Eddie's frizzy head as a gesture of affection before he slips out the door and shuts it. As soon as he's gone, it gets too quiet.

"What were you gonna say earlier, Eddie?" You sit back so he can have some room to breathe, shuffling down so you can sit on the relatively clean sheets and lean back against the headboard. He follows close behind though and cuddles up in your embrace, his arms loosely hung around your waist while he rubs his cheek against you. He's unusually quiet too, breathing softly against the bare skin of your chest without a word to fill the silence.

"I....was gonna tell you I love you, Mrs. H. And I love Steve. And I love that crazy little squirt of yours. And...you make me feel like I belong. That's, uh...what I was gonna say. Stupid, right?" He jokes, but he doesn't laugh honestly. The playfulness fades away as fast as a heartbeat, and you can tell by his clinginess and the way he squeezes you tighter when you stroke his hair. The poor thing is incredibly lonely, although you've sensed that from the start.

"That's not stupid at all, darling. You know Casey idolizes you, you're practically another father to him. And Steve and I, we've loved you for a long time. We just...we were afraid we were pressuring you into a life you didn't want."

Somehow it's more nerve-wracking to say those few words out loud than it was to come on to him in the first place, but it isn't your first run around the track. You know that true feelings are much harder to be honest about, even when the person they regard is cuddled up next to you in the nude.

"No! No, never! You've been so good to me, I never...I've never been treated so well. You always made me feel safe." He sits up to look you in the eyes, his voice unusually level and mature as he keeps going. "You make me feel like I'm part of the family. Like I have a family. I mean, I do, but...my uncle needs his space, and so do I. I've mooched off him long enough. Although I guess I'm just mooching off you guys, now..."

He rubs at his arms, tentatively reaching behind his head to pull his shirt completely off and dump it with his other clothes. But he looks so dejected, depressed, like he's expecting you to realize that he is a mooch and throw him out of your house. His eyes flutter back up to you when you touch his cheek, however, and he listens intently as you spill out your heart-to-heart.

"You are part of our family. Our home is your home. You're not mooching off us if we're asking you to stay--you never have to, but you're always welcome here. We can't get enough of you." You shrug your shoulders, offering a sincere smile that he returns--and soon it turns to giggling, the high leaving you both bubbly and floaty like you just got done smoking a joint. For a moment or two you don't feel like you've got a ten plus year age gap, but that you're both young and foolish and passionate like you've always been at heart.

"....I was also gonna tell you you have the tightest pussy I've ever felt, holy mother of Ozzy-" He sighs dreamily, and you swat at his arm with an "oh, stop it", but his smirk doesn't fade. "Seriously. Thought you were gonna choke me out. I can't believe you're a mom...you've got a better body than I've ever seen in a magazine. No wonder Steve's such a monster in bed."

"I think you're underselling yourself, sweetie." You coo, leaning in close so he can practically taste the last hints of your perfume. "I wouldn't feel so tight if you weren't so beautifully endowed." You reach down and grope his soft, yet still slick cock, and watch his expression twist with open-mouthed awe and pleasure as you stroke it in your hand. Watching it twitch like crazy in your palm stirs something up in you, and your belly knots itself up as Eddie grows harder and harder under your touch. He's still so sticky--you reach underneath with your other hand and giggle as he gasps, and you're right, even his balls are all messy too. Now that you've got a grip you can feel the heft of them, full of that thick, creamy stuff that drives you crazy, and your fingers weave through the matted patches of hair to feel every curve and give them a squeeze to gauge how much you've got to work with.

"Never woulda thought the sunday school teacher'd have a kink like that," He mumbles, but it's a tease, his lips curving up into a smile as he hovers his hand between your own legs and presses his fingers into your clit--and, just like he hoped, he draws a whine and another squeeze out of you. "Now, you know I desperately wanna lick the cum out of you, and I know you're just dying to get your tongue on my nuts,"

He leans into a whisper, rubbing your soft little button harder so you have to clench to keep all that mess inside. "So why not sit on my face? And I'll give this pretty pussy so many kisses, just like she deserves..." He keeps leaning further, boldly brushing his lips against yours until you close the distance for a kiss--and it's so cute how smug he looks when he pulls away, totally unaware of the side you've been keeping down that you usually save for your husband's worst, most tiring days, when he needs someone else to take control.

"Lay back, sweetie." You charm him with glittery eyes, watching intently as he pulls his fingers away and sucks them clean of your arousal before he follows your order--but instead of climbing on top at once, you reach beneath yourself and plunge your fingers inside, swirling them up with a thick coating of sloppy cum that you transfer to him....but not where he would've expected. You watch his expressions as he sits up and sees what you're doing, circling that tight rim that's exposed to you now at this angle. If he wants you to stop, you're sure he'll say something, especially when you meet his gaze and slowly ease your slick finger inside him.

But he doesn't speak up, doesn't shake his head, doesn't push you away--Eddie just watches, legs shaking as he spreads them wider and fists clenching against the sheets when you dip your head down between them. Seeing his hole swallow up your finger so eagerly is cute, especially with those tantalizing balls heaving just above it and clenching when you curl your knuckles, searching for that spot to hook into that's gonna make his cock spurt all over his belly. He takes it well, he's clean, and he's tight. You can't help but think that Stevie's gonna adore this--and when you lave little kitten licks over his rim, getting a taste of that bitter sweat and cum off your hand, and his hips jump with a jolt of pleasure? It's so sweet you could just die. Your hair shifts suddenly and you feel a warmth on your scalp, though you don't peek up until you've wiggled the tip of your tongue against his hole a little more. But when you do, you're pleased to see Eddie hunched over you and his hand on your head, bottom lip pinned between his teeth as he strokes you devotedly.

"L..Love it when you do that..."

"Do what?" You tease, working your finger slowly back and forth as you wait for an answer, and planting a wet kiss on his sack when he takes too long and has to groan it out.

"F-Finger me. Love it when you finger me, and...u-use your tongue, and stuff...s'gross, but it feels..." A sigh makes its way out of him, long and whiny when you press another finger in alongside the first, and spread them both out. You can catch a glimpse of some pearly shimmers of his own cum when you do, getting creamier when you churn them around with your curious fingers. "Feels incredible. No girl'd ever do this for me...they'd think I was crazy-"

"That's why I'm a woman, Edward. Stevie likes it too." You work on searching for that spot again, letting a glob of spit shoot out on to his rim to massage it in and lube him up a little more, which he seriously seems to like--or at least his cock does, because it twitches and bounces at full stiffness now, completely erect and needy and leaking already.

"You do this to Steve?" He asks in a hushed whisper, eyes big and shocked. He's probably imagining it....oh, he's clenching so hard, he's definitely thinking about it.

"All the time. I'll eat him out in the shower after work," You grin, having clearly caught his rapt attention, and test his resilience by making use of your other hand to massage his balls as you talk. "And he'll moan, and moan, and moan. So shy about it, but as soon as my tongue's inside him he forgets it all. Whimpers like a little princess."

Eddie throws his head back, adam's apple bobbing to and fro as he swallows down his cries. It's a lot harder to do when you start holding his rim open and sticking your tongue inside, only allowing him a moment or two of mind-bending pleasure before you pull back and leave him gaping and empty.

"I-I'd watch that," He finally pipes up, trying desperately to cling to his confidence. You really can't wait until he drops the act entirely, and gets to the point that he's grinding into your mouth and begging Mrs. Harrington to eat him out.

"And you'd rub yourself raw to it, wouldn't you? Then you'd beg me to do it to you, too."

"Mh-!" He squeaks and his head cranks back down to watch you lap at his hole, the hand on your head now clasped over his mouth because he can't go without seeing you work for a second longer. But he nods his head frantically in agreement, and that's when you finally tug your fingers out and use them to push his cheeks completely apart--because you reward honest boys, and it takes a lot for a nice boy like him to admit he enjoys having a woman of the church's tongue up his asshole.

"...That's how I found out Steve liked you, Eddie. He was touching himself in the shower, moaning your name." With a grin that's gonna haunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life, you tease his newly-empty hole with the tip of your tongue and let it wriggle there, testing his reactions and the sounds muffled by him biting his index finger out of desperation. The tears glistening in his eyes make him look so pretty, the embarrassment and shyness something you can enjoy now because it won't last--and you plunge your tongue inside him, completely bypassing any resistance he might have had that's now been loosened by your efforts.

"Shit! No, fuck, that's so fucking hot, fuck-!" He grunts, playing with his own cock like he's not really trying to make himself cum--he just wants it out of the way so he can watch you bury your face in his ass. His balls sit high on your face and they're so much heftier when they're spilling over you, swollen and soft and smelling so manly. It's like a dream, a beautiful, sexy dream, and with how floaty your head is right now you're not altogether sure it isn't a dream. The determined and near-feral manner in which you're tongue-fucking your babysitter could very well be something you've just concocted in your mind and gotten too involved in....but the fingers digging painfully into your scalp feel a bit too real, and so does the chuckling that vibrates through your mouth and up his spine as you feel Eddie squeeze his tight ring around your tongue. A knowing smirk makes way for your lips to seal around him, to suck the incredibly sensitive skin that you've teased into vulnerability, and with that one motion you get exactly what you wanted.

"No, no no no no! Fuck, fuck, cumming, cumming!" You've never heard Eddie so needy, voice nasally and high-pitched like he's in pain, but it's the complete opposite. Once he starts humping your face, he can't stop, and he rides your tongue so hard and for so many harsh thrusts you nearly believe he's not gonna let you pull it out. But he does, once his poor, weeping cock finishes spitting another load all over your hair and his belly, and he drains his balls so dry they tighten up and then flatten until they're completely soft. Only then do you manage to extract yourself and sit up, tongue lolling out your mouth as you heave and gasp for air as if you'd just dunked your head underwater.

And Eddie's done when you come up. He falls back and lets his back hit the bed, chest rising and falling hard enough for you to watch him take each breath. You nudge his knees apart to take a peek, and while his cock is limp and still twitching with a spurt here and there, his hole is flushed and spasming with the aftershocks. It's gaping just wide enough to wink every now and then, and you're sure you can call that a job well done. If only you could take a picture to save it forever.

"It's me," Timing as perfect as always, the door clicks open and your husband pokes his head in, a bundle of towels under his arm and a glass of water he stretches to hand you before he shuts it with his foot. "Wore him out, I see."

"Yeah, we had fun. Casey?" Steve slides in beside you, dropping the towels in front of him and throwing one over Eddie's sticky chest, before tugging his polo off for the first and last time tonight to toss it to the floor.

"Sleeping like a baby. Saw his cup in the sink, Eddie gave him his medicine--he won't wake up for awhile." He greets you with a kiss on the cheek, but you redirect him with your hand on his chin to plant another on his lips--and you know he knows exactly what you got up to when your tongue slithers into his mouth, and he hums at the overwhelming taste of Eddie that you pass on before you pull off with a loud, wet smack.

"Aw, well done! Poor thing hates the stuff, I'm proud of you." You rub Eddie's knee that's collapsed into the bed, feeling smug and proud of yourself at wearing out someone more than ten years younger before you've run out of steam yourself.

Maybe it's cause you've just had to keep up with Steve, who's been a stallion ever since he was fucking you in the backseat of his BMW at the drive-in movies after graduation. You'll never forget the time he made you cum so hard you squirted on one of those dates, and had to throw his jacket over your lap to cover your soaked skirt when he dropped you off at home....and how he came right back the next morning with a handful of roses, asking bashfully if you would be his girlfriend. He's become even more romantic as he's matured--but he's never dropped that insatiable lust for you, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"What can I say? Best babysitter ever." Eddie pants, grinning up at both of you with his pearly whites glinting in the low light, although his eyes are half-lidded and he's already starting to doze off. You really did wear him out...but you're looking forward to telling Steve about your rather enlightening conversation.

"I guess we're lucky Casey's not getting up til noon," Steve murmurs quietly as you take a sip and pass the glass to him. "Can't imagine Eddie's gonna have any energy for wrangling our kid at six am after this."

"I don't think any of us will have the energy to get up early." You giggle, falling victim to your husband's firm kisses as soon as he sets the water down on the nightstand, his toned arm coming up to cup your cheek as he moves you to lay back against the pillows. He takes a moment to turn back and grab each of Eddie's deadweight legs--because by his snores, he's already passed out--and move them carefully over so he's laid out on the side of the bed and not splayed out in the middle, but returns right back to your lips as his fingertips graze your sides and send shivers up and down your spine.

"I'm not sleepy yet. Are you sleepy?" You shake your head, feeling a girlish flutter in your heart that takes you right back to those days of your early romance. It's one of the many reasons you still feel such intense love for him, because he reminds you of how happy you were then with every headrush that comes from a kiss, and every time he makes you giggle with a joke or a sweet gesture just like he did when you were dating. "Then I think a certain hot momma I know needs some me time."

"Me time?" He nods, a "mhm" hummed into your lips as he steals another kiss, before planting a firm, squirm-inducing one right at the soft spot of your throat. "What kind of 'me time', may I ask?"

Steve leans close enough to your lips that you're sure he's going in for a deeper kiss--but when he hesitates, your mouth is already parted, and you feel that puff of hot breath on your tongue as he mutters in as low and rumbly a tone as he can get.

"Me 'eating this pretty pussy until my wife cums on my mouth' time. Obviously." He smirks, and flicks his tongue across your bottom lip to hear you moan for him already. Knowing Steve, this is definitely gonna keep Eddie from sleeping soundly in the same room, especially when he's got that look in his eyes. But...at least now, you don't really have to worry about waking the babysitter anymore.

[pedgito]

went to a halloween party last night and got a little rowdy 😵‍💫 was wondering if you could write a little blurb or something on how eddie would be if you got sick at a party?? 👉🏽👈🏽😘😘

author’s note: super short but i was in the mood for something cute, i hope you enjoy!

cw: drunk!reader, hints at nefarious activities (*cough* sex), eddie being a sweet boyfriend, just lots of fluff, taking care of sick reader, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 1k

Contrary to what most people at Hawkins High believed, Eddie wasn’t all about the extravagancy of making costumes, dressing up, and trying to fight for the center of attention. As the resident freak, that all came naturally. Yet still, he dressed up for you—sort of.

“Vampires?” Eddie asks wearily, letting you tie the black cape around his neck, the string tied in a perfect bow at the base of his clavicle. You nod giddily, tugging gently on the string to make sure it was secure.

Yours was matching, but lined with a red satin and slightly flared at the collar where his was full, matte black. Eddie didn’t change his normal clothes, frayed black jeans and his usual worn out band shirt sitting snug on his frame. His fingers ran along the sheer tights you had on underneath your unitard, set to pair with your cape.

“It was that or bunnies,” You shrug, picking out the prop teeth caps from their case—instead of those ridiculous plastic teeth you opted for something a lot more subtle, “and as much as I’d love to see you wear those ears, this was definitely the better choice.”

Eddie makes a face discomfort, letting you set the fake teeth into place until they’re stuck, running your finger along the point. “Where are yours?” Eddie asks suspiciously, slight lisp to his tone as he familiarized himself with the obstruction in his mouth.

“They’re already on,” You reply with smile, canines peeking out just past your top lip, “didn’t think I’d let you embarrass alone, did you? Although—I do still have the ears in my bag if you want to spice things up a bit—“

“No,” Eddie retorts swiftly, hands clasped around your wrist from where they cradled his face, “how long do we have to stay again?”

“An hour, maybe,” You tell him, shrug noncommittal, “it’s not like we have anything else planned for tonight—besides, Robin and Steve are going. Nance said she might bring Johnathan.”

“I can find plenty to keep us busy tonight, you know.” Eddie says playfully, wiggling his eyebrows, mouth turned to kiss the inside of your palm.

You smirk knowingly, pressing a firm finger to his lips to silence him. “Later.” You promise, “If you can behave.”

Eddie soon realizes that he’s not the one that needs to watched, having to wrangle your from nearly every drinking party game and sign of alcohol that’s thrown your way after a half hour, because the moment you stumble into his side, eyes glazed over—he knows.

“Les’ go, Eddie.” You urge, pulling him toward the backyard of Jason’s house, pool packed with several bodies despite the rigid temperatures, “I wanna swim.”

Eddie purses his lips, pulling the hair back that falls in your face as you stumble forward, leaning your weight on him fully. “That’s not on the agenda tonight, sweetheart.”

You pout, looking up at him with wet eyes. “You’re no fun.”

“I beg to differ.” Eddie counters with a laugh, but it dies out when he sees your eyes zone out, staring at the wall in front of you. “Oh—oh, okay. We’re leaving.”

You groan, “No. Not yet, Eddie.” You yank feebly against his grip, it didn’t budge. “Please?”

Eddie stares down at you, big doe eyes soft and comforting behind the thick ring of eyeliner you’d drawn on his waterline earlier that night. “Look at me.”

You do, but the everything behind him is spinning, causing you to close your eyes with a wince, the bright amber lights strung about the house giving you a migraine.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie says with a slight smile, “We’re leaving.”

Eddie’s timing is impeccable, having successfully removed you from the house just before you decided to throw up on the front lawn, narrowly avoiding your outfit as Eddie hunches over with you, holding you up.

“Okay,” You groan, “maybe you’re right.”

Eddie responds with a noise of approval, hoisting you back up when you’re through the worst of it, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Anything but the shoes, babe.” Eddie pleads, lifting you into the passenger seat of his van. You shake your head, signaling that you were alright for the moment, clammy hand clutched to your forehead. Eddie reaches for the handkerchief tucked in his back pocket, resting it into your hand. “For your mouth,” he motions, guiding your hand up to wipe at the corner of your lips, “—just let me know if you need me to pull over. I’m taking you back to my place.”

You nod silently, struggling to find the energy or concentration to respond.

Eddie only has to pull over two times, both narrow near misses as you barely swing the door open before you’re unloading on the pavement, the cool touch of his hand on your back as you fight through the misery and consequences of overestimating how much alcohol you could handle.

And as chivalrous as Eddie is, he sweeps you up bridal style when you finally arrive at the trailer, not giving you any more reason to stumble and injure yourself tonight.

“I’m gross, I’m sorry.” You apologize when Eddie reaches his bed, laying you down gently. Eddie laughs into the air, hands dragging down your legs to pull at your shoes, before reaching back up to untie the cape around your neck, doing the same to himself a few moments later.

“Have you seen where I live?” Eddie asks redundantly, “Where I sleep?”

No response, a frown stuck on your face as your stomach begins to turn. Eddie panics, fingers flexing as he reached for the small trashcan at his bedside, letting you lean over his lap, cheeks burning with embarrassment as you dry heaved into the bin.

“Nothing grosses me out, sweetheart.” Eddie reminds you, gently pulling the hair away from your face. “You think you can hold it down for a minute while I go grab some stuff?”

You nod weakly, flopping back down on his mattress, regretting the sudden movement as your head pounds harshly. Eddie’s footsteps fade quickly, the faint rummaging heard from the kitchen, talking to himself as he searched around.

He returns with an armful—water, snacks, some medicine that you can’t be bothered to read, letting him shift you around to make you more comfortable.

“I’m fine.” You insist, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

You were very much not fine.

“You lost your teeth.” Eddie comments randomly, grin growing wide on his face.

“What?” You ask, hands flying to your mouth, searching for something that was already long gone. “Dammit—“

Eddie watches you slump, a bad night becoming even worse, in your eyes at least.

“At least one of us stayed in character,” Eddie teases and you spot the fangs still holding steady in his mouth, “—now, are you going to let me take care of you?”

You sigh, nodding at him with a petulant frown—resembling a child being told they can’t have their favorite toy.

Eddie shoves the open water bottle at you, his hand reaching behind you to lift you up, rim pressed to your lips as he silently asked you to drink, the cold water like heaven as it washed over your tongue.

“You’re gonna finish this, take some medicine for the headache I know you’re gonna have in the morning—and then you’re taking your stubborn ass to sleep.”

You eye him narrowly, only confirming his flippant use of stubborn. “But—I thought we were supposed to have fun.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie chuckles slightly, eyes flicking down to meet your face, “this is pretty fun to me.”

“You’re enjoying this too much.” You say in annoyance, relaxing into the bed again, Eddie’s finger coming up to wipe away the water that had dripped down your chin.

“Only a little.” Eddie admits, “I told you we should’ve stayed in but no—“

You roll your eyes lightheartedly, yanking at the string tied around his neck, “You’re being mean—you don’t deserve the cape.”

The words hold no malice, knowing that Eddie was, without a doubt, the sweetest person in your life—dropping everything to take care of you at his own inconvenience, a cause of your own irresponsible choices.

“And I was actually starting to enjoy it,” Eddie remarks, pulling at the fake teeth and placing them on the table at his bedside, “sort of.”

You laugh a little too hard, curling around yourself in anguish. “You’re a terrible liar, Eddie.” You breathe out.

Eddie shrugs, “Yeah, well—the things you do for the people you love, right?” He tells you, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss against your forehead.

You smile, holding him there for a brief moment.

“Right.” You respond, “I love you.”

“And I love you,” He murmurs against your skin.

[raribella]

play pretend | e.m.

Summary: Eddie and his girlfriend attend to the 'swap places' party from their new friend group.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Involves: it's just all fun and fluff, doesn't follow the 'monsters and nasty shit' plot, placed basically in '87, reader and Eddie getting ready together, posh Eddie and metal Steve, based on an 80's themed party I attended to last Saturday.

Word Count: 790+ — my first actual blurb!

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as you smoothed your polka dot skirt, admiring it as she smiled back at you. It looked like a totally different person instead of yourself, also adorned with an off-shoulder blue shirt full of rhinestones, a scrunchie tying half of your hair up your head, heavy blush, and huge earrings.

Suppose that wasn’t in every fashion magazine you saw recently - religiously followed by Karen Wheeler -. In that case, you’d say it looked like a costume, with the number of colors and the oversized accessories. 

The gang - which have been including you and Eddie for a few months now, - decided to throw a party where everyone should swap their looks according to the opposite social agenda, you and your boyfriend should be supposed to look the most popular and blendable possible, and, even though she herself was supposed to look super silly - in her own words, - and hyper-feminine, Robin didn’t let you live that down for the whole week, reminding the both of you how you’re supposed to look like by the end of it. Even if it wasn’t your thing, you attended enough High School parties to understand this was the exact dip way you should be dressing up, and were excited to see what would the ‘little sheep’ - as Eddie would call them, - do with Lucas’ basketball uniforms.

As Eddie appeared in your line of sight, smiling at you through the reflection in the mirror, you let out a giggle, turning back. His face was painted in a playful expression that said how absurd his opinions were on his outfit. As he walked the few steps from te bathroom to where you were in his room, Eddie reached for your waist, holding you and analyzing your colorful makeup - a blue eyeshadow spread over your eyelids, eyelashes covered with mascara as usual, and a glittery gloss on your mouth, where his sight lingered for a bit. -

“You look like you date one of the jocks.”

You threw your head back in laughter, he knew how much you loathed those jocks and their superior, superficial behavior. As you went back to stare at him, your brows furrowed slightly as you remembered how, when you showed it all put together in a hanger to the girls, while Nancy was chuckling in awe, Jane said it reminded her of someone she met in California, but she didn't seem fond of the memory, complementing when she saw you frown "but you're making fun. so it's good.". 

You started to fluff Eddie’s hair, the only thing he wouldn’t even try and change for the party. You loved it. “Do I look mean, though?”

“Never.” he had a fond smile as he caressed your torso, and that’s when you stopped to actually study his outfit. Steve had stopped by earlier to borrow a band shirt and a bandana, also leaving some things Eddie could use to dress up. He had the same reebok tennis shoes on, and light blue jeans, paired with a polo long sleeve that was rolled up to his elbows. It really did look handsome, just not at all like Eddie, and you let out a bit of hair through your nose as you laughed quietly. “Though your hair is getting in the way, you too look like a jock. Pretty fresh.” You emphasized the last bit ironically and he made a face as you wiggled your brows, leaning to give him a peck on the lips.

It was the first party the both of you were actually comfortable attending. Sure, with Eddie and yourself graduating high school last year, life was already seeming a lot easier as you stopped seeing bullies and being a target every day. You wouldn’t take the newfound comfort for granted as it was still a small town and you were still the freaky couple, people walking by throwing Eddie weird looks, or him having to try a little harder to actually get a job - but still, the new friends you have managed to make through your bond with the former freshmen have been taken out a lot of loneliness from the both of you, and you liked the dynamic.

Staring into your eyes, Eddie seemed to have understood exactly what you were thinking. “Excited?”, he asked, a small smile allowing his dimples to show up on his face, forcing yourself to let out a fond smile as well, as you responded, “Excited to see Nancy Wheeler not looking so put together… And Max in a dress.” And as the laughter died down again, you reached for his chest, smoothing his polo one last bit before muttering a smitten “we should go,” and leaving his trailer in the direction of Steve’s.

[harringtown]

I hope three dialogue prompts aren't too much.

I love fluff and there needs to be more Eddie Munson fluff!

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“It’s better with you here.”

“There it is, there’s that smile!”

Do whatever you want with these, but I'm picturing waking up in Eddie's trailer and him being all playful even though you're tired and having none of it at first. - oceanofflavor

ah this took me way too long im so sorry but!!! its pure eddie fluff!!!! i hope u enjoy!!!!

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Early in the morning, when the sun stretches its fingers through the lopsided blinds on the window, when the rest of the neighbors are still sleeping and Forest Hill Trailer Park is quiet, Eddie Munson’s bedroom is the most beautiful place in the world.

It isn’t, nor has it ever been, tidy. It is metal posters battling for space on the walls and a dozen more pieces of denim than a single person needs and a few near-empty cans of beer.

Eddie shifts toward you, ducking his forehead against your shoulder, one hand curled around the fabric of your shirt. He lets out a sigh, like even in sleep, he’s relieved to still find you beside him. 

No, the room on its own isn’t beautiful. But it’s Eddie’s, which makes it so. 

He rolls slightly away, head back on his own pillow, dark curls splayed on the cotton around him. He looks younger this way, almost innocent. He’d laugh if you told him. 

Unthinking, you use your free hand to brush the hairs out of his face, tracing your pointer finger down his cheek gently. 

“Staring, are we?” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. His dark lashes flutter a few times before he opens his eyes. A lazy smirk tugs on his lips. 

“We are not,” you say. You try to snatch your hand away, in vain. Eddie holds it tight, outstretched 

“Ah, but we absolutely are.” Eddie tugs on your hand and pulls you against him, close enough that his nose skims with jaw with each word. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he hums, his breath warm and tickling your neck. You smile, craning your head to catch his gaze. 

You’ve only been together long enough to be recently introduced to every side of him, but this is one of your favorites, the sleepy, snuggly, soft one that doesn’t make an appearance for anyone else.

“Oh, if anyone is sleeping beauty, it’s you,” you say. “I was up first.” 

“Jury’s out on that one, sweetheart,” he says, cracking a lopsided grin. He pulls your hand toward him and presses his chin into your knuckles like he’s resting on them. “Tell me, what are the big plans for the day?” 

“The biggest thing I have planned is an eventual trip to the fridge. And then directly back here.”

Eddie smiles, bringing your hand down to his chest and twining your fingers together atop it. 

“I could be persuaded to take a nap,” he says. 

“You just woke up.” 

He shrugs. He hesitates barely a second, but it’s enough. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” you ask. 

He shrugs again. Taps his free hand against the top of your hand. 

“Sleep and I have always had a difficult relationship,” he says. One side of his mouth lifts. “It’s better with you here.” 

You roll your eyes, a smile creeping over your lips. 

“You’re a cheeseball,” you say. 

Eddie’s grin widens, and his hand rises to your cheek, thumb tracing across your bottom lip. 

“There it is, there’s that smile,” he says, fingers moving to tilt up your chin. You meet him halfway, catching your mouth in his, and he sinks into you for a moment. When he pulls back, he tips his forehead against yours. His hair falls like a curtain around your heads. 

“You’re incorrigible,” you murmur, nudging his nose with yours. He nudges back and leans to look at you. 

“Tell me something I don’t know, sweetheart,” he says and kisses you again.

And a nap is definitely no longer on the agenda, but you couldn’t dare less.