#mike wearing rings for will to play with them

[mikeslawyer]

sixteen years old mike starts wearing rings to ease his boyfriend’s anxiety habits, as will always plays with his fingers.

he never tells him, though, pretending not to notice the way will plays with the rings on mike’s hands and acts like he’s wearing them because “they just look cool”

[lovebugism]

saw you were looking for shy!reader requests and now I'm having visions of nighttime colorful twinkly lights, snow swirling in the frigid air, frost-bitten noses and tentative glances...

what about reader getting roped into holiday caroling with the gang, including her crush, Eddie? Or some other festive outdoor activity, preferably one which allows them to subtly get closer to each other without giving away their feelings 🤭 I'm feeling those 'will we won't we' vibes tonight hehe

wow. here's me casually writing a wee drabble for someone who's written some of my favorite works on this app lol. hope you like it angel :D !! — eddie keeps shy!you company during a holiday party at the wheeler house (friends to lovers, fluff | 0.9k)

The weirdo has a soft spot for the princess.

The Princess, he calls you, ‘cause Mike once convinced you to sub in on a D&D campaign some months ago now. You were a rebellious fairy from a clan of royal fae sent to guide the rag-tag troop through an enchanted, labyrinthine forest. 

You had dressed the part, too, despite having zero knowledge of the game itself. You waltzed into the Hellfire room in a flouncy pink dress, iridescent fairy wings from last halloween, and a crown of artificial flowers.

Eddie remembers you that way, still. A sweet and timid thing, with a big heart and a pretty laugh. Even now, as you sit all alone in the Wheeler’s backyard, away from all the chaos and the twinkling lights, bathed beneath a glowing pink sky and sparkling snow — you’re still such an ethereal thing. A heavenly being, flung from space.

He weaves through the quaint party and over to you, carrying a steaming cup of cocoa in one hand and his bleeding heart in the other. 

“How’s it going over here?” Eddie asks over the soft holiday music playing closer to the crowd.

You blink up at him with wide, glassy eyes, as though he’s just jolted you out of some sort of daze. “Oh. Yeah. Fine,” you stammer finally, smile wavering when Eddie’s lopsided grin makes you forget how to breathe. 

You tug the blanket tighter around your shoulders with cold and clammy hands. Hiding feels instinctual to you now.

“Freezing to death?” the boy quips and fights to keep his own teeth from chattering.

The sight of him before you, with snowflakes clinging to his curls and his pale skin softly flushed with wintertime, makes you smile more sincerely than you mean to.

“Something like that,” you nod.

Eddie extends a ringed hand towards you then, offering the paper cup of hot chocolate keeping his aching fingers warm. “Want some?”

“Oh, no— It’s okay,” you decline with a polite shake of your head while your chest blazes with misplaced embarrassment. “I— I can get my own.”

“Well, between us, I didn’t really want it in the first place,” Eddie confesses lowly, taking another step closer until you can smell the deep musk of his cologne. You tilt your chin to follow his gaze. “Little Holly offered me a cup, and I didn’t know how to say no.”

The thought of Eddie Munson, in all his daunting black and silver, having a sweet spot for the youngest Wheeler (whom he exclusively refers to as Little Holly) makes your chest go all warm. 

Holly has her own innocent affections for him, too — you know for a fact she’s got an obsession with his bat tattoo that’s driving Ted insane.

You duck your head in a feeble attempt to hide your smile. Eddie sees it anyway, though, and smiles at your smiling, perhaps wider than he realizes. 

You take the cocoa from him with gentle, trembling hands. His heart skips a beat when your fingers brush over the back of his own. Yours stops entirely when he sits down on the bench beside you — not unwelcome, of course, but more wanted next to you than you’d ever be willing to admit out loud.

Eddie hisses through his teeth and tenses beside you through a shiver. You watch him stick his pale hands in the pocket of his thin leather jacket, which he wears in spite of the inclement weather.

“Are you sure you don’t want another jacket?” you wonder sheepishly, peering at the boy through the corner of your eye.

“I’m good, princess,” he insists with a shake of his head, just before his glowing nose sniffles. “I’m a rockstar, remember? Rockstars don’t get cold.”

“Really?” you hum, quiet and sarcastic.

“Yeah. Freezing to death is, like, the least metal thing ever. It’s like, you know, using an umbrella when it’s raining— It just makes you ten times less cool.”

You shift on the creaking bench and smile at your cup of cocoa. “Well, me and the ladybug umbrella I’ve had since I was nine respectfully disagree,” you joke in shy murmurs, still so meek in humor.

Eddie laughs. You feel him trembling with it beside you from where his shoulder’s pressed against yours. You see his teeth chattering just before he lifts his hands over his mouth, breathing hard into his palms in a desperate attempt to warm them.

Your hands ache with the sudden urge to cover him up. They tremble with uncertainty when you drag the borrowed blanket from your left shoulder to drape the excess along his back. Eddie peers at you with a chocolate button-eyed look as you shift closer into him, made warm and alive by your proximity alone. He’s grateful for the act of kindness, still.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, gaze averted and cheeks pink. You’d almost think he was shy.

“Don’t mention it,” you murmur back and mean it.

“You know…” the boy lilts, nicotine-spearmint breath fanning warm across your cheek. You can hear the smile in his voice without ever even looking at him. “If you just wanted to be close to me, you coulda just said.”

You flash him a stern look from beneath your lashes, which still manages to look just as soft as the rest of you. You try not to think about how close he is to you now — close enough to make out every distinct shape of the snowflakes sticking to his wild hair.

“Don’t make it weird,” you plea through a deadpan.

“That’s a lot to ask of the local weirdo,” Eddie scoffs. “I mean, it’s kinda in the name, princess.”

“Sorry for not wanting you to freeze to death.”

Eddie meets your narrowed eyes with a crooked, pink grin dripping with mischief. 

“I like you, too, princess,” he croons quietly.

Your chest pinches. You have to remind yourself to breathe. “I didn’t say that,” you shake your head and turn away, looking back to the crowd mingling beneath falling snow and fairy lights. You don’t know why Eddie would want to be here with you, instead of over there with them. 

Eddie doesn’t know how he could want a single other thing than to be here with you.

“Didn’t have to,” you hear him say as he pulls the blanket tighter over his shoulder and shuffles closer into you. For warmth, you tell yourself. For warmth and not a damn thing else.

[pricelessemotion]

poltergeists for sidekicks | E.M.

summary: [2.3k] the kids drag eddie to the halloween store where you happen to work.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, pining, eddie being a lovestruck idiot, r wears big prescription glasses and is described as having messy hair

a/n: happy halloween! here’s something i’ve been working on for ages just in time for the end of spooky szn! xoxo

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Eddie doesn’t hate Halloween. 

He used to love Halloween. He likes autumn. He likes watching the leaves change colors. He can appreciate the novelty of a hot apple cider and a hay ride. Hell, ever since he was old enough to go trick or treating, he reveled in it. Free candy and all he had to do was put on a costume and say three magic words? Sign him up. 

As he got older, he started to like Halloween for a slightly different reason. Don’t get him wrong, he still liked the free candy, but he liked the excuse to be someone else for a night. He liked how he could throw on a Michael Meyers mask and go door-to-door and be greeted with glee and sweets. 

It does a funny thing to a kid’s self-esteem, being treated better when he’s wearing the face of a fictional serial killer. 

Now, though, Eddie Munson is decidedly too old for trick or treating. He’s resigned himself to spending the holiday like it was any other day by spending the night in his room, playing guitar, and coming up with new campaign ideas. 

Which is exactly what he was doing when three freshmen started pounding down the door of the trailer demanding entry. Within moments, they are practically on their hands and knees asking, nay begging, for the older boy to take them to get last-minute Halloween costumes.

“Aren’t you guys too old to go trick or treating?”

“This is why we need to go to the store! If we wear masks, no one will be able to tell how old we are, hence extending our years of candy collecting.” Dustin explains, matter of factly.  

Eddie sighs, leaning back into the sofa, steepling his fingers together. “What’s in it for me?”

The three boys huddle together, conspiring in a manner that is not dissimilar to the way they plan their counterstrikes during Hellfire. They nod in sync, turning around so that Lucas is standing front and center, flanked by the two other boys.  

“That one girl you like is working there.”

Eddie remains stone-faced, quipping sarcastically, “That’s very specific.”

Mike lets out an exasperated groan, threading his fingers through his hair before yanking at the ends in frustration. “Y’know, the weird one. Coke bottle glasses, messy hair, always holding a book?”

Lucas’ eyes widen. Dustin smacks Mike on the chest and the hollow sound rings out through the empty trailer. They all start talking over each other, with two of them berating the third for A. being insensitive and B. expecting a good outcome from said insensitivity. 

Eddie wants to make a comment that your hair is not messy, it’s actually more voluminous. Besides, his hair is messy and he likes to think it makes him look badass. The glasses comment was a little unfair. Sure, the frames are a similar shade to the iconic green of the bottles of Coca-Cola. But the magnification was endearing, leaning more towards doe-eyed than bug. Unfortunately, Eddie did not consider that while he was observing you, someone might’ve been observing him. 

The assurance of your presence is how Eddie ends up here, parked outside of a hardware store turned seasonal shop. He’s helping his friends. He’s supporting a local business and therefore contributing to the local economy! You being here is just a bonus.

A bell rings above them as he swings open the door, the motion setting off a scratchy pre-recorded cackle. He’s gotta hand it to whoever is running the store. They’ve gone out of their way to transform the dingy overhead fluorescents and worn-out linoleum into something that actually resembles an eerie boutique. 

“Welcome in! I’ll be right witch you!” Your voice lilts out from the depths. 

You appear out of the darkness, expertly weaving under fake cobwebs and pushing aside fanciful drapes that have no doubt been strung up precariously around the store to add to the ambiance. You’ve got a witch’s hat on, tall and black and pointy, which further explains the pun you greeted them with. 

“How can I help you?” You smile brightly, adjusting your glasses. 

The younger boys barely spare you a glance, just a chorus of we’re good! before running off to the other side of the store, where all of the costumes are located. 

You barely blink at their rudeness. Whether that’s indicative of your experience in customer service or due to your generally sunny disposition, Eddie isn’t sure. You turn your smile and magnified gaze at him, “What about you?”

Eddie startles only slightly. He begins to peek over his shoulder as if there’s somebody else in the mostly deserted store that you could be talking to. What about him?

“Oh, I don’t need anything. I just came here with–” He gestures vaguely in the direction that the boys wandered off to. “The little shits that left me in the dust.” 

You bark out a laugh, a small smile settling on your lips. “It’s sweet of you to help them out.”

Eddie only blushes in response, murmuring a quiet it’s nothing, scratching the back of his neck like he might find a switch that’ll make him remember how to talk like a normal human being.   

“Well, if you change your mind, let me know.”

You pick up a clipboard and a pen and start leisurely strolling down the decor aisle, making inconsequential markings on the paper. Whenever you come across gaps in the shelves you reach back into them, pulling the products to the front edge with a concentration that is quite adorable. 

He’s definitely staring by now. Feigning interest in a skull-shaped candy bowl, Eddie scrambles for something, anything to keep the conversation going. “I’m surprised you’re not busier.”

“You just missed the afternoon rush.” You say, straightening a pair of plastic tarantulas that have gone askew. “Not too many people came today, though. I guess they realized that it’s so close to the holiday that the shelves would be picked over.”

“Really?”

You shrug, “I think by October 30th, most people figure if they’re gonna dress up, they’d rather just pull together something from their closets than spend money. We’re actually busier the day after Halloween because everything gets marked down and people want cheap candy.”

“Makes sense.” He nods. “So, I take it you’re a big fan of Halloween?”

Your smile is apprehensive as if you’re not sure if he’s making fun of you. Your fingers brush the brim of the witch’s hat. “What gave me away?” 

He falls into step beside you, clasping his hands behind his back and puffing out his chest. “I just had a feeling.” Then, feeling much braver than usual, he adds, “I like your outfit.”

You look at him again, clutching the clipboard to your chest. For once, your eyes are leaning more towards bug-eyed. The black velvet dress has draped sleeves and a skirt that swishes with every step. Orange and black striped tights protect your legs from the inevitable chill that comes with October in Indiana. “You do?” 

“I do.” He insists, “It totally adds to the magical vibe. If you told me that you were an actual witch and this was just something you do to pass the time I’d one hundred percent believe you.” 

All apprehension has slipped off your face, replaced by a genuine smile that cracks open his chest. “Thanks…” You trail off.

“Eddie.” He supplies. 

“Well thank you, Eddie. I’d tell you my name but I’m guessing I don’t have to.” You say, rubbing the plastic name plate on your chest. 

Eddie does know your name, but it isn’t because of your name tag. He was far too proud to ask around for your name, and far too afraid of rejection to ask you himself. He’d been lucky enough to get a library book right after you. He’d pulled the weathered paper from the slip, seen your name at the bottom of the checkout card, traced the loopy letters with the pad of his fingers. It had definitely been more than a little pathetic. 

Eddie coughs, clearing his throat, trying to maintain any semblance of nonchalance. “Do you have any plans for Halloween?” 

Your face slowly lifts from the clipboard, twirling your pen between swift fingers polished in a deep burgundy. Directing your gaze at him, you peer through dark lashes and Eddie’s never been more thankful for the inventor of coke bottle glasses. The magnification allows him to see the spark of intrigue dancing across your pupils. 

“I was just gonna stay home. Maybe help my mom pass out candy.” The implication of the last sentence seems to hit you. You look down again, scrunching up your nose. Eddie finds it endearing how your first instinct is honesty rather than anything else. 

“Cool. That’s cool,” Eddie says in a manner that is decidedly uncool. He fiddles with his rings before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Actually, I was wondering if—” 

Suddenly, Eddie feels stupid for getting lost in your eyes and not paying attention to his surroundings. Maybe then he would’ve noticed how the linoleum got ever so slightly softer under the soles of worn-out boots. He would’ve seen the cloaked figure looming in the alcove, waiting for some unwitting soul to step on the pressure plate.

Unfortunately, Eddie did not see any of those things. The poltergeist, or ghost, or whatever the fuck it is swings out. He stumbles backward, releasing a shriek that is so high-pitched, that he wonders if he should start tapping into his upper range. Maybe it would add more texture to Corroded Coffin’s Tuesday night sets. 

Instinctively, his arms fly backward, as if to protect you. He stumbles right into you, and he’s sure that if you didn’t grab his waist from behind, you would’ve fallen right over. Unfortunately, the movement has both of you careening back into a shelf, sending bags of overpriced candy and shitty Halloween decorations tumbling to the ground in a cascade of all things creepy and corny. He quickly spins around.

“Shit, are you–”

“I’m so sorry!” 

“I should’ve warned you–”

At that moment, chests heaving and hearts racing, you both seem to realize that your hands are still grazing Eddie’s waist. You spring apart, scrambling to clean up the display, haphazardly grabbing the fallen items and placing them back in their rightful places on the shelves. Among them is your hat, another casualty of the calamity. 

“I should’ve warned you,” You say again, slightly out of breath. “That thing nearly scares me to death every other day.” 

“It’s fine. I should’ve paid attention to where I was walking. It just added to the whole spooktacular experience.” He picks up the hat from the floor, dusting it off. “I think this belongs to you.” 

You give a bashful smile, but instead of putting the accessory in your outstretched hand, he gingerly places it on top of your head. Your glasses have slid down your nose from bending over to clean up his mess, and his thumbs gently push the joints of the frames until they’re sitting in their rightful place. 

“There,” He punctuates his statement with a resolute tug on your hat, making sure it’s securely on your head. “Perfect.”

You preen at him, eyes sparkling, before you cast them down at the floor. Dustin comes running around the corner, closely followed by Mike and Lucas. All of them are carrying armfuls of miscellaneous Halloween supplies, obviously alarmed at the clamor, but not alarmed enough that they didn’t take their sweet time coming from the opposite end of the store. Eddie takes advantage of your bashfulness and distinctly shoots them a look that says get the hell out of here. Dustin’s eyes dart between the two of you before they widen and his mouth forms a small oh. He sends Eddie an exaggerated wink, walking backward in order to not interrupt the private moment, dragging his two friends along with him.

“Thanks,” You smile at him. “For protecting me. I know who to bring with me if I ever want to walk through a haunted house.” 

He gives a lopsided grin, “My pleasure.”

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, “Anyways, what are your plans for Halloween?”

This is it. This is the moment that Eddie has been waiting for since he put down his guitar and his notebook and opened the trailer door. 

“That depends.” He clasps his hands behind his back, jutting his chin up in the air. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“I get off at four.” 

“The Hawk is doing this continuous horror movie marathon. Maybe you would want to go?” Eddie’s fingers are practically vibrating with excitement. He nearly forgets the most important part. “With me? I mean— Only if you like horror movies, I just figured because I’ve seen you walking around with that Stephen King novel. NOT that I’ve been watching you or anything!”

You let out a small giggle. The fact that you’re laughing and smiling is a good sign, even if it is slightly at his expense. He decides to lean into self-deprecation, hoping it’ll seem more charming than desperate. 

“I’d say I don’t scare easily, but I think we’d both know that’s a lie by now.”

You scribble something near the bottom of the paper on the clipboard, delicately folding it and ripping it off before placing it in Eddie’s palm. 

“Well, I’ve heard horror movies are less scary if you have someone to hold your hand.”

It doesn’t even matter that a ghost animatronic essentially acted as his wingman. The note with your number on it sits heavily in his pocket, thumb tracing over looped ink. Even though it’s cold as shit, he embarrassed himself, and signs of the spooky season decorate every corner, Eddie has a smile that rivals even the best of jack-o-lanterns. 

As Eddie turns off towards the dirt path that leads to Forrest Hills Trailer Park, the smile still hasn’t faded. 

For once, the streets of Hawkins seem a little less haunted. 

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[jellyfishbug]

SWEET N' SOUR

pairing. bsf!chris x reader genre. smut. MDNI. wc. [4.6k] ! not proof read.

content; candy play kinda?, slight bondage (he ties her hands with a tie for like 5 minutes), spitting, oral f receiving, fingering, p in v, unprotected (WRAP IT), big dick chris, creampie, pet names, praise kink, aftercare is not described but it is implied. first fic . . . be nice pls :)

"I've never looked more stupid in my life." I sighed, tugging at my tie uncomfortably while staring at my reflection in the mirror.

Nick frowns at me. "You look cute!" he tries. "You've had better costumes for sure, but you can pull off anything. Matt, doesn't she look nice?" Matt, who's sitting at the end of Nick's bed in his cowboy costume, glances up from his phone and looks at my reflection in the mirror before nodding slowly. "Yeah, you look nice." he mumbles. I gave him an eyebrow raise, and he shrugged at me.

"Trust me, if you looked ridiculous, i'd tell you."

Nick swats at the back of his head, putting his ref whistle in between his teeth and blowing into it loudly. "Not helpful." He says through gritted teeth, glaring in Matt's direction as the whistle falls from his mouth and hits his chest.

Roughly an hour ago, Nick had opened the door of his apartment to see me standing on the doormat completely costume-less. He frowned at the sight of my white tank top and blue jeans, and asked me something along the lines of, "are you going as half the population?". Chris, who was standing behind him on a ladder behind him attempting to hang up lights over the curtains in a white tank top himself, snickered at Nick's comment. He was holding the lights in place with one arm and the other was hanging by his side with a hammer clenched tightly in his fist. His grin showcased the two metal nails that were in between his front teeth. Matt, who had told him previously that nailing the lights would leave marks in the wall, just rolled his eyes and went back to dumping the family size bag of twix into a clear glass bowl on the counter. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I usually go out of my way to dress up as something creative and funny, but I've had so much shit on my plate recently that buying a costume completely slipped my mind.

So, when i pulled my phone out of my pocket in the entry-way of my apartment and saw the calendar reminder "in one hour - trip's halloween party", I sighed in defeat and decided that I didn't have nearly enough time to pull something together. But fortunately for me, once I was inside of the triplet's apartment, Nick was already brainstorming. He ended up making me put on a pair of calvin cline briefs, put a red backwards cap on my head, tied a tie around my neck and shouted "you're magic mike!" So here I stood in front of the mirror, tie loosley hanging around my neck scowling at my reflection. I folded the hem of my jeans down so that you could see the calvin's better before crossing my arms in front of my chest.

I turned around again to face Nick, "Maybe its not that bad," He grinned at me. "See! It's good, I promise." He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns me to face the mirror, snapping a picture of the two of us next to each other. He scrolls through them with a smile on his face. "We look gr-"

The doorbell ringing interrupts him and he shoots Matt a look. "Tell Chris to get his ass downstairs, people are starting to get here."

It didn't take long for the apartment to be full of people. Some familiar faces, some people i'd never met. Half of them weren't even wearing costumes. When I realized this, I gave Nick a look, my expression saying "i didnt even need to dress up", but he shook his head. "Just because they're boring doesn't mean you need to be too." The smell of weed and sticky spilled alcohol was lingering in the air, and the hot and uncomfortable temperature continued to rise. Every couple of minutes, I'd run into someone I knew, but the interactions were quick before they ran off to join the crowd of people who were dancing in the living room. Chris had eventually come downstairs. He was wearing a black t shirt, blue jeans and a grey jacket with a pair of black sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He was carrying around a bat with nails hammered lazily into it, but eventually, he set it down on the staircase railing, complaining that it was heavy and he was sick of holding it. At some point, he and Matt were playing a drinking game with warheads. By the end of it, Matt had started to feel sick, complaining that the mix of the alcohol and sour candy was making him "queasy" and he couldn't play anymore. Chris of course, didn't let him live in down for a good hour after the fact. The sound of chatter and music had completely filled at this point the room. Clouds of smoke and flashing lights surrounded me and the music blasting from the speaker buzzed against the bottom of my feet through my sneakers. Somehow, i'd managed to find my way out of the loud, sweaty, hot crowd of people, and i was now leaning against the kitchen island with a red solo cup in my hand.

"Why the fuck are you wearing sunglasses indoors? Its one in the morning." Matt drunkenly barks at his brother (in the worst southern accent i've ever heard). He puts his hand on the side of Chris's face to mess with them. Chris lifted his free hand and started to swat Matt's hand away, frustrated with Matt's attempt to tug at the lenses.

"Get the fuck off me, Kid." he snapped, finally grabbing ahold of his wrist firmly enough to get it off his face. "It's a part of my costume, dumbass."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm going to find Nate." He mumbled, abandoning his cup on the island and wandering off into the mess of people. Chris rolled his eyes. "Can't handle his alcohol at all," he said quietly, lifting his cup to meet his lips. He looked towards me. I couldn't see his gaze through the sunglasses, but I could tell he looked me up and down.

"What're you dressed as?" He asked. Part of me thought he would've been able to tell already, but I answered nonetheless. "Guess," He furrowed his eyebrows in thought and shoved one of his hands in his pocket. "A frat boy?" I shook my head and make a "tssk" sound. "Magic Mike." I tugged at the tie around my neck in emphasis.

"Shit, should've guessed, the tie's a dead giveaway." He giggled, and I noticed that whatever was in his cup was started to stain his lips pink. "Nick's idea?" I frowned. "It's that obvious?" He shook his head. "Didn't say it was a bad thing,"

Finally, he put his sunglasses up so that they pushed his hair back on the top of his head like a headband, a couple of stray hairs resting on his forehead and dangling in front of his eyes. I knew he was looking at me before, but now that his eyes were no longer hidden behind the dark shield of the lenses, I felt myself turning to mush under his gaze.

We were standing facing each other now; him leaning against the sink with a hand in his pocket and a hand with his cup in it resting on the counter, and me leaning against the island with my palms pressing against the cold marble. He turned to look at the crowd of people, showcasing his jawline, which was illuminated in the flashing of lights reflecting off the disco ball that Nick lazily hung to the ceiling a couple of hours prior. He turns back to look at me. I realized I was staring, but I didn't look away. I felt myself get uncomfortable again, shuffling in place. Something about the way Chris looked directly at me whenever he spoke made me want to squirm away or cover my eyes so he couldn't anymore.

Out of the three of them, Chris and I were the least close. It's not that we didn't get along, and he was always nice to me, we just didn't click the same way i did with Matt or Nick.

The fact that I could barely look him in the fucking eye probably had something to do with that.

I look down at my feet in an effort to avoid his glance, and I heard him take another sip from his drink before setting it down on the counter, finally letting both of his hands rest in his pockets.

"D'you want candy?" I looked up, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the question.

"What?"

The grin - that fucking grin - was back on his face.

"It's halloween." He said dumbly "Do you want candy?"

I swallowed. "Sure?"

He reached to the other end of the counter and tugged the glass candy bowl towards himself. He fiddled around in the bowl for a second, digging through the candy like he was in search of something. I watched both impatiently and in confusion.

Finally, he stopped, pulling a red tootsie pop by the stick out of the bowl. He unwrapped it and took a step towards me so that he was standing on either side of my legs.

Instinctively, I reached my hand out to grab the lollipop, but he pulled his hand back.

"Say please,"

I rolled my eyes. "Chris, come on-"

"Say it."

His tone was teasing, but I could tell he wasn't kidding. I licked my lips and looked up at him. "Please?"

He nodded. "See? That wasn't so hard."

Another eye roll. I snatched the lollipop out of his hand and stuck it in my mouth. I crossed my arms in front of my chest. the silence lingers for a moment until i get the idea to return his question.

"What're you dressed as?"

"Steve Harrington." He said with a snarky tone, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Didn't you see my bat?"

"You mean before you got to lazy to carry it around? Yeah, i did." I laughed, the lollipop stick hanging between my lips. The drool was starting to built in my mouth, so I grabbed the stick again and swirled it in a circular motion on my tongue.

Chris's expression shifted slightly. "Mhm," he said, no longer focused on our conversation. Instead, his eyes lingered on my lips.

He grabbed my wrist, making all movements halt. He pulled the candy out of my mouth with a pop and tugged it towards his mouth, wrapping his lips around it.

I scowled, his grip on my wrist still firm. "Thats gross," I managed, my voice lacking confidence.

He looked at me with a sloppy smile, his lips glistening with spit. "What? swapping spit?" I nodded. He tilted his head. "You don't want it back?"

I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to say "no, thats disgusting." but I didn't move a muscle. I was completely still, my eyes still locked with his.

That same shit-eating grin still sat on his face proudly. He pulled the lollipop out of his mouth and started to move it back towards my face. Shamelessly, i parted my lips, and it was back in my mouth again.

"Doesn't seem so gross now, does it?"

The mocking tone in his voice grew poisonous. Embarrassment grew in my chest as I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth. "You sure are crass," i muttered.

"Why?" He said playfully. "Because i gave a pretty girl a lollipop?"

The way he said it made it seem so lewd. I felt like mush beneath him.

He stepped impossibly closer. He leaned down so that his lips brushed the shell of my ear. "Or because Because I wanted to see your lips all pretty and stained red?"

The heat of his breath against my neck sent a shiver down my spine. He pulled back and looked at me, eager to see how quickly i melted at his words.

The tension was suffocating. I could barely get a word, let alone a breath out.

"I don't..." I wanted to say something, but my breath caught. I closed my mouth so that my labored breathing wasn't so apparent.

He pulled the lollipop from my hand, not looking away from me for even a second. He placed it on my cheek, watching as it stuck to my face. "Stick your tongue out."

I swallowed. Everyone around us suddenly became invisible, and i obliged at an embarrassing speed, parting my lips once again and sticking my tongue out, allowing him to place the pad of his thumb on my tongue.

"Fuck." He mumbled, staring at my lips with intent. He swiped his tongue against my bottom lip, getting lost in the sight before his eyes finally met mine again. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please." it came out in a breath.

Before I could blink, the lollipop dropped onto the counter next to me and Chris placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me close so that our lips smashed together.

It didn't take long for him to obtain dominance, the hand that was on my neck falling to rest at the small of my back, and the other rested on my cheek, fingers lightly brushing the back of my neck.

My hands were on his face, then his hair, tugging and pulling. I whimpered at the feeling, and my lips parted just enough for his tongue to slide into my mouth. Maybe it was just the lollipop, but he tasted sweet. Sweet and sour. It could've been the alcohol we'd both been drinking, as well as the sour flavor the warheads had left on his tongue, but the way he tasted was intoxicating. The tint of cherry that coated his lips made me want to kiss him harder. I'd never get enough.

My hands fell back to the sides of his face, knocking the sunglasses of his head and letting them hit the floor, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the music.

Suddenly, I snapped back into reality, and our surroundings hit me like a freight. I pulled back abruptly, my eyes darting to the crowd in front of us.

Chris took the opportunity to latch onto my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses from my jawline down to the base of my throat, digging his teeth into the flesh and swirling his tongue.

I whined. "Chris-"

His ivory teeth were enough to leave marks. I could practically feel my skin turning shades of indigo under his touch. He hummed in response, the vibration making me shiver.

"Chris, we can't-" his hands slipped lightly under the hem of the calvin cline briefs i was wearing to touch my skin, and my breath caught in my throat. "Chris, there are people. everywhere"

He finally pulled off my neck, but his hands remained where they were before. "So what?"

"So I don't want Nick or Matt to walk in here and see your tongue down my throat." I said messily, suddenly realizing how out of breath i was.

He put his bottom lip between his teeth in thought, glancing around the room.

"Lets go to my room,"

I had almost forgotten we were in his house. I glanced towards Matt, who was half awake on the couch, rambling to Nate. I couldn't find Nick.

"They'll notice that we're gone." I said.

He shrugged. "S'long as they don't come looking, doesn't matter."

I pause, but before I can even think about it too much, his eyes meet mine, and any thoughts I had were gone.

I nod quickly. He interlocks our hands and starts tugging me towards the stairs. I look over my shoulder, giving Matt one last glance, and I'm thankful he doesn't notice.

We quickly scurry down the hall, the rubber of our sneakers scuffing against the wood. Chris lazily opens his bedroom door, and once its closed, I'm immediately against it. His hands are roaming my lower half, and mine are latched around his neck.

We're kissing like I can't breath and he's my air. He pulls away, tugging on a fistful of my hair to make my chin go up for easier access. His lips latch to my neck again. I'm a moaning mess, and i can feel his lips grin against my skin.

"Fuck, you're so sweet," He says breathlessly between kisses to my jawline. He's telling me i taste sweet, but the lack of oxygen in both of us isn't letting him. "such a pretty girl."

I whimper at the compliment, and a huffed laugh escapes him.

"You like that?" He asks, pulling away from my neck to look at me. "You like when I call you pretty, baby?"

I nod, mumbling a "mhm" with closed lips. My hands are roaming the back of his neck, running my fingers through his curls. I'm lightly tugging him back towards me, desperate to feel him again.

"So responsive," he says quietly, latching our lips together again. He tugs at my belt loops to push our bodies together. I feel his hand roam to pull at the button of my jeans, fiddling with it for a second before unbuttoning them and tugging them down to until they fall to my ankles.

He steps backward, pulling me with him so I step out of my jeans, leaving them in a heap by the door. He turns us around so that his back is to the door instead, and we slowly make our way towards his bed, stopping when it hits the back of my thighs.

I lazily flop down onto the bed, my hands immediately finding his belt, tugging at it. He chuckles, grabbing a hold of my wrists.

"Needy girl, huh?" he asks.

"Chris, please," I beg. Part of me feels embarrassed at how quickly we ended up here - at how quickly i practically fell to my knees in front of him, but the growing tension in my gut is overtaking that feeling.

I need him, and I need him now.

"Not yet," he says. "'Wanna make you feel good first."

He holds both my wrists with one hand and starts to untie the tie that was hanging around my neck with the other. He places the tie around my wrists, before pausing in his movements to eye me carefully.

"Is this okay?" He asks, looking right at me when he says it. I nod slowly. "Verbal yes please, sweetheart."

"Yes."

He ties my arms together in a firm knot, his lip between is teeth in focus as he does it.

"Lie down for me." He tells me.

I lean back until my back hits the comforter on his bed. He pulls his jacket and shirt off in one swift movement, carelessly tossing them to the side before climbing on top of me, his legs on either side of mine.

He pushes my arms up above my head and lets them rest on the bed behind me. "Keep these here, okay? Can you do that for me?"

I nod silently.

"Good girl."

He presses a kiss to my lips and then trails them down my face and my front, bunching up my tank top right below my tits. He's too impatient to take my shirt off, but he's already tugging at the briefs around my waist.

"Can I take these off?"

"Please," I whine at him. As soon as I say it, he's pulling them off and discarding them.

"Fuck." he says under his breath, kissing my lower stomach before hovering above my core, the heat of his breath making me want to squirm.

"Chris, please." I say desperately, growing more and more desperate by the minute.

He looks up at me through his lashes. He licks two of his fingers cleanly, coating them with spit before placing them in front of my entrance and slowly pressing them into me. "What?" He asks tauntingly, watching his fingers disappear inside of me, "What do you want?"

My mouth gawks open as he curls his fingers, forcing me to lean my head back. My arms fall over my eyes. "fuck!"

"Look at me." He snaps. My eyes dart back in his direction. "Arms above your head, or I stop. Do you understand me?"

I nod, moving my binded wrists back to rest above my head. "'Gonna be a good girl for me?" he asks, beginning to pump his fingers at a slow pace. "Gonna do what I ask you too?"

"Yes," I choke out, screwing my eyes shut as his pace gets faster.

"Tell me want you want, sweetheart." He asks again, his movements paused while he awaits my response.

"Please touch me, Chris."

I let out an alarmed yelp as his mouth finally meets my cunt. His tongue laps at my clit, as I whine and squirm in place, moans and whispers of his name falling from my lips. He lifts his head for a minute, "You're so sweet, fuck, 'could eat you forever." he babbles breathlessly before his mouth is back where i need it most, relentlessly pushing his fingers farther into me.

My back starts to arch and my hips lift lightly off the bed, but before I get to far, his free hand arounds around the base of my thigh and pushes me back down onto the mattress. My face is flushed and hot, the whispers of his name turning into cries.

His movements grow quicker, pushing me closer to the edge. He wants me to unravel under him, he wants me to go numb from his touch.

"Fuck, please, Chris. M' so close." I finally say, my nails digging into the sheets above my head. My eyes start to water lightly, the pleasure starting to become overwhelming.

He lifts his head, his fingers curling even deeper, a cheeky smile on his face. "Yeah? Gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes- fuck!"

My legs start to twitch as I chase the high, arching my back. He pushes my hips back down onto the mattress again, harsher this time, his grip enough to bruise the skin of my inner thigh.

He pulls his fingers away from me, licking them clean without thought, and looking down at the heavy rise and fall of my chest. The look on his face is proud - pleased - as he sees the tear streaming down my cheek. "Such a slut," he mumbles, "Aren't you?"

I can't do anything but whine. He leans back over me, placing a sloppy kiss on my lips. He still tasted sweet. He wiped the tear off my cheek and pulled my wrists down towards him, untieing the bind.

"You can give me another, yeah?" he asks, but he's already throwing the tie to the side and pulling my hips closer to the end of the bed to press against him. "D'you want another?"

"Yes- please, yes." I utter out, reaching for his belt again. "Please, m' need it,"

"Pretty girl wants my cock, hm?" He repeats, unbuckling his belt at painfully slow pace, looking right at me as he does it. "You wanna get fucked dumb? Want me to fill you up?"

"More than anything," I plead mindlessly, propping myself up on my elbows to see him better. "Please."

He pulls his jeans down and drops them on the floor besides him, now just in his boxers. He presses his clothed bulge against my lower half, grinning as my face twists in need.

I let myself fall back against the bed. I hear Chris fiddle with the hem of his boxers before pulling them down completely. I cant make myself look at him - my stomach flips every time i do.

He parts my legs slightly, his hand wrapping around my thigh. He uses the other to align himself with my entrance, and my hands fly to my face, covering my eyes. Licking his lips before looking at me.

He slowly pushes himself into me, furrowing his eyebrows and knocking his head back. "Shit,"

My mouth gapes open silently at the stretch - the burn - of Chris.

Fuck, he's huge.

He puts both his hands on either side of my frame, "Fuck, so good." He says breathlessly, pushing me farther down onto him. My moans and breathless babbles get louder by the second. If not for the loud music and buzz of the party downstairs, we'd be in trouble.

"So big," I whimper at him, my grip on the sheets turning my knuckles white, feeling every inch of him as he stretches my gummy walls. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

"Doing so good for me." he says, his voice soothing as I squirm and moan under him, the stretch turning from pain to pleasure. "You can take it, yeah?"

He finally sinks to the hilt, hovering over me as he kisses me again, basking in the view of me, the feel of me. My hands shoot to my eyes again, the almost unbearable pleasure making me unable to sit still.

I wiggle myself onto him, silently begging for him to move. He grunts, taking the hint and starting to slowly pump into me. He pulls my hands away from my face, mumbling "let me see your pretty face,"

He leans down, placing my thighs on either side of him and presses his chest to mine, mumbling praises and grunts into my ear. My arms wrap around his neck, gripping and scratching at his back. His pace quickens as the volume of our skin-to-skin contact gets higher. I tug at his hair, and he groans into my skin.

He pulls away, placing his hands back on my upper thighs with a tight grip, his nails threatening to break skin. He grins at my fucked-out expression. His pace speeds up even more, hitting spots i didn't even know existed. "M' I makin you feel good?"

It was almost mocking. He knew he was. My eyes rolling into the back of my head and the redness of my face was evidence he was.

"So good," My response was barely coherent, the twist of my stomach threatening to break. "m' so close, fuck,"

"Fuck, sweet girl takin' me so well." He chokes out between groans. "Gonna cum again? Gonna show me how good I make you feel?"

My arms fly above my head to grip the sheets behind me. I try to respond, but my thoughts run quiet; the only sound in the room is Chris slamming into me.

"Too dumb on my cock, pretty girl?" He hovers over me, the warmth of his breath hitting my face. "Such a good girl, fuck. Gonna' make me cum."

I whine, my hands flying to brush against his stomach, gripping onto nothing. "please,"

He's looking right at me again. "Gonna fill you up," he mumbles. "You want to be full, don't you sweet thing?"

"Please, please, please-" Is all that leaves my mouth. My hands grip his sides and I dig my nails deep enough to draw blood. "Need it."

He drops his hand between my thighs and rubs circles on my clit. My body shakes in place as the knot in my stomach shatters, bucking my hips up against him.

Chris groans. "Fuck, close,"

I start to whine from the overstimulation, my legs weakly hanging on either side of him as he pounds into me, chasing his orgasm.

He leans down onto me again, digging his teeth into my neck as his movements halt completely, his release filling me.

We stay like that for a minute, both catching our breath. My legs and core are numb, my face is flushed and drenched with sweat, and tears stain my cheeks. He carefully pulls out of me, whispering praises into my ear as I whine from the soreness and pressing kisses to my temple.

He messily kisses my neck, then my cheek, and pulls off of me, wiping the tears off my face. He smiles at my state. "So pretty," He pushes the hair out of my face and runs his thumb along my cheek. "So sweet."

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed :) reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated! ! criticism is also appreciated, its how i improve, but please be nice. links below . . .

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[blue-blue-blooms]

A Little Crush   

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

Summary: In which Eddie develops a crush on the Henderson sister.

You weren't sure exactly when your life had gone to absolute shit. Was it when you found a strange, superpowered adolescent girl living in Mike Wheeler's basement? Was it when you walked in on a baby demogorgan eating your cat? Or was it when you were drugged by evil Russians operating under Starcourt Mall? You couldn't even remember a time when life was normal. If someone had told you that you would become best friends with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and fight literal monsters from an alternate universe alongside Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan 'The Creep' Byers a few years ago, you would've laughed in their face. Now? You'd survived the most traumatising events of your life alongside these people. You were bonded for life.

The last few years had also made you closer with Dustin. You loved your baby brother and his weird friends, especially since you'd spent so much time babysitting them. But no amount of love could make you say yes to what they were asking of you.

"Please?" Dustin begged, following you down the hallway as you made your way to Ms. O'Connell's class.

"No! I have, like, three essays due this week, Dustin. I don't have the time to sub." You respond.

"It's only for tonight! Lucas can't make it and we really need a sub. We're nearly done with the campaign and Eddie will kill us if we make him reschedule!" Dustin pleads.

You were really happy that Dustin and Mike had found a safe space in high school. Lord knows those two idiots needed it. Freshmen year is probably the toughest of them all. You're new, scared, and lonely. You were really glad that they'd found friends, a place where they could be their nerdy selves and feel accepted. Hell, even you'd dabbled in their interests when you'd babysat them. DnD wasn't half bad, and not nearly as hard to undertand as you once thought. You'd spent many nights in Mike's basement playing with them. The first few times, you'd get your character killed in the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, you started making progress (even though you're convinced that the party was exceptionally lenient with you after you once burst into tears over getting killed off).

"I'll do your half of the chores for a week!" Dustin exclaims.

That makes you stop.

"A week?" You turn around to look at him, "Make it two weeks and I'll sub."

"Two? Are you insane!?" Dustin yells, making a few people lingering in the hallway turn and look at you both.

"Two or no deal, Dusty Buns," You tease, "And be quick, I'm late for my class."

"Fine!" Dustin says, "And stop calling me 'Dusty Buns'"

"Why? Is that nickname just for Suzy Poo?" You tease.

Dustin glowers at you as you walk off.

♡♡♡

"So, who's the DM?" You ask as you walk alongside Dustin and Mike.

"It's Eddie, Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long hair, wears a hellfire T-Shirt, I talk about him constantly. God, do you ever listen to me?" Dustin claims exasperatedly.

"Oh! Eddie as in your new favorite older male best friend who Steve's weirdly jealous of?" You ask, "I've seen him around. Is he the one who jumps on lunch tables and yells a lot?"

"Yup." Mike responded, "He's a bit scary when he's revved up. Just warning you beforehand in case he comes off...a bit intimidating."

You nod.

"Hasn't he been held back, like, three times?" You ask.

Before either of the boys could answer, you reach the room. The first thing you see is the table where the game is set. There are three boys sat around, all with Hellfire T-Shirts on. Your eyes fleet from one to the other until finally landing on Eddie. You recognise him immediately from the amount of times you've seen him yelling in the cafeteria.

Dustin and Mike failed to mention how cute he was, you think.

His hair was long and wavy. He was wearing multiple rings. And he was covered in tattoos. You're pretty sure you saw a few bats peeking from under his sleeve.

"Who's this?" One of the guys asks, making all three turn around and look at you.

"This is Y/N! She's subbing for Lucas!" Mike says, the words spilling out fast and nervously.

Why the hell are they so jittery?

"Yeah, she's my sister! The one I mentioned a couple days ago." Dustin adds.

"Does she even know how to play DnD?" The other boy asks.

"Okay, excuse me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't know how to play," You finally speak, waving your hand a little to get their attention.

"So, this is your infamous sister?" Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on you, "You know, I thought he made you up. What's your class and level? Level One Elf?"

Elf? Is he mocking me?

"Are you mocking me?" You ask incredously.

"Is he mocking me?" you turn towards Dustin and Mike who immediately start gesticulating, probably asking you to shut up.

"My name is Aeren Sirenfall and I'm a level 14 chaotic good half-elf rogue. I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow...agonising...death." You say, your voice slow and hard as you glare at Eddie, "So, are we gonna play this stupid game or not?"

You're pretty sure you hear one of the boys mutter a 'she's terrifying' to Dustin.

You watch as Eddie's eyes slowly soften and a grin emerges on his face, "Welcome to Hellfire Club."

[poguesofthebau]

dating eddie would include...

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

-letting him teach you how to play the guitar

-him asking "is this okay?" before/during all of your first times together

-the rest of the band referring to you as their #1 groupie, which you considered an honor

-owning an ‘i <3 the guitarist’ tshirt

-being the only person who ever got deep enough into a relationship with eddie to meet his uncle wayne more than once

-his default pet name for you being 'sweetheart' •sometimes 'angel' just slips out and you get heart eyes every time •he tried out 'kitten' one time but you couldn't stop laughing so he decided to save it for when you were mad at him

-him being unfathomably frustrated whenever you two fought because he hated not being on the same team as you, no matter how small the disagreement

-buying him a megaphone as a joke gift and immediately regretting it

-wearing a hellfire shirt on campaign days (duh)

-becoming besties with the drunk men who are always at the hideout during corroded coffin shows, which eddie finds both hilarious and adorable

-sweet and innocent pda because eddie did not care what anyone around you thought, he just wanted to be near you and show you the affection he thought you deserved •randomly kissing you on the forehead during a group conversation with your friends •grabbing your hand while you strolled into school together •his chin resting on the top of your head when he stood behind you •his arm around either your waist or your shoulders when he stood next to you

-smoking a joint before every function you attended

-meeting reefer rick one time, which honestly felt like a fever dream

-taking dustin, mike, and lucas under your wing when you noticed the attachment eddie had to them

-borrowing his rings on days he didn’t feel like wearing them all

-habitually putting your hands in his hair when he kisses you

-convincing him to let you style his hair

-him getting noticeably sad whenever he was jealous (mostly because he knew it would get your attention back on him)

-sleeping over whenever his uncle was working overnight, which was basically every night

-being the only person he allowed to touch The Guitar™️

-learning basically everything you know about drugs from him

-helping him pass his classes and finally graduate

-getting tattoos together

-having to explain to him that "no, my love. we do not use el's powers to prank random people"

-him convincing you to sit on top of the trailer and stargaze with him

[jockbroski34]

New Year's Resolution

Hey bros, Happy New Year's! I hope you all make this year your best yet and I hope you all reach your goals. I came up with a short story on the fly to ring in the new year. Hope you guys didn't party too hard like these two!

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Before I knew it, 2024 was almost here. Everyone always says that next year will be their year, but few people actually end up following through with their New Year's resolutions. Some people want to make more money, some might want to quit smoking, but me? I just wanna get jacked, bro. I know how it goes though. People go to the gym for a week, then are unable to keep up with that lifestyle. But I can do it, and I will. I felt a sense of determination with the desire to get in shape.

I found myself at a New Year's party. One of my co-workers invited me. I didn't know most of the people there, but I didn't have any plans so I decided to go, because why not? My friends barely have time for me anyways. A lot of them have started to settle down and some decided to have smaller celebrations with their spouses or are visiting family.

I was sitting on the couch when a guy I've never met sat down next to me and greeted me. He told me his name was Mike. He was my age, wearing a backwards hat, tank top, and shorts. Not exactly the best look for the winter, but he looked just like a fuckboy who partied all day every day. He probably just wears this every day just to show off his muscles and pick up chicks. He started chatting me up about the party and about the football game that was on the TV. I didn't really know anything about sports, but it was what was on so I played along, not wanting to be rude. He asked me what my New Year's resolution was. I said I wanted to get jacked. He seemed confident that I could do it. He downed what had to have been his third beer so far before asking if I wanted another drink as well. His breath stank with the scent of beer.

I said sure. As long as it got this dude away from me for a minute or two. I might tolerate him more if I was drunk anyways since it didn't seem like he was going anywhere anytime soon. He came back carrying two bottles of the same type of beer. We made a toast for the new year and chugged our beers. As I drank, I started to realize that Mike wasn't that bad for a dudebro. He was actually really chill. I ended up asking for his number so we can get drinks sometime. He said he knows some good bars nearby and he didn't live too far from me.

He asked me what my New Year's resolution is. He already asked me that though? His memory must not be the best since he was drunk. I told him I wanted to be jacked, kinda like him. He chuckled a dumb laugh, drunk from the excessive amount of alcohol he drank tonight.

"What do you mean? You're already jacked, bro."

I was confused at first. I didn't have a lot of muscle.

"Look at yourself dude."

I thought he was fucking with me until I looked down. My biceps felt like they were throbbing, burning as they seemingly increased in size. I panicked, running to the bathroom, unsure of whether I wanted to check out my new gains or find a way to stop the aching burn in my muscles. I looked at myself in the mirror, and flexed. I wasn't hallucinating. I was just as jacked as the bro I was drinking with. I stripped down. I realized that I had a six pack as well. The dude from before knocks before entering the bathroom with me.

"You good bro?"

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I asked, overwhelmed by my new body.

"You said you wanted to be jacked, so I made you jacked. I put something in your drink, and now you're huge. Isn't that what you wanted, dude?"

I couldn't deny that. I wasn't sure whether to feel grateful to him or mad at him for doing this without my consent. He could've even drugged me further. Before I could comprehend everything, he grabbed my shoulder, pulling me in for a picture, showing off our ripped bodies.

"Hey, try my hat on. I wanna see how you look in it now."

He tossed me the hat he was wearing, but I didn't wear hats. I took care of my hair and I didn't want my hair to get messy. I wanted to look professional, not like a frat bro. Despite that, I found myself wanting to put it on, and so I did. To my surprise, I even turned it backwards just like my best bud. Best bud? I didn't really have a best friend. But Mike was my new best friend. We met at my co-worker's New Year's party and we hit it off really well. I needed a new workout partner to help me stay consistent, so he offered to take me with him every day. He's actually looking for a new roommate so I might move in with him since we get along so well. Makes it more convenient since we plan to hang out and party all the time in the coming year.

I start to realize that my mannerisms are changing, starting to match his. Before I was uptight and professional, a total bore. Now I’m an outgoing, party-loving dudebro. I felt my penis grow erect in my pants and start leaking as I became as horny as Mike, with my length growing to a sexy 9 inches to go alongside his. I doubt that I could pull as much as him with my old size.

"You feeling better, bro?"

"Yeah dude. I feel great! Let's pound some more brewskis and fuck a baddie or two."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Mike gave me a high-five. "You can keep the hat by the way. A memory of the day we met, bro."

And keep it I did. I decided I would wear it everywhere, especially when I was out with him and his bros. I would fit perfectly in with them in a way that my old self would have never.

We returned to the party with even more beers in our hands, and me and Mike chugged every last one of them. We drank the most beers out of anyone in the party combined. My coworker caught the two of us causing a scene and kicked us out. He almost didn't recognize me at first, but after seeing me with him, he started to put two and two together. He told Mike that this is why he doesn’t invite him anywhere. I thought my coworker would tell my boss about my conduct, but I didn't really care what happens. It's not my fault I’m a party animal.

"What a buzzkill," Mike said. "Whatever. Let's go back to my place. I took a box of beer with us to finish as we left. They aren't gonna finish themselves."

Midnight was still a few hours away, and all of his bros were at other parties anyways. We sat down on his messy couch and finished what was left of the beers, cheering on our team and playing loud music. Didn't matter where we were or who we were with, we were the life of the party. My bro became pent up after not being able to get any action tonight and so was I. I offered to suck him off. After all, it's not gay to suck a homie off, and so we got off together. Getting head from him was almost as good as a hot babe. I’ve never had a guy blow me before. Neither of us could tell the other how much we really enjoyed it without the fear of being called gay.

After we both released our loads, we passed out from all the alcohol we drank, him on top of me. I don't think I ever drank this much in my life, and it was just one night. We woke up, looking like a total mess on the couch. Damn, we slept past midnight. I was still wearing his hat. I thought I would wake up and find out this was all a dream, but nah. I’m still Mike’s douchey best friend. But I smiled, knowing that we would always have each other’s back.

"Happy New Year’s, bro." I said.

"Happy New Year’s! Now tell me your real New Year's resolution, dude?" Mike answered, obviously hungover.

"I wanna party and fuck all year long!"

"Fuck yeah, bro!" He gave me a strong, brotherly hug. He told me about a rager that one of his friends was hosting tonight. All of his bros are invited and so am I, and some hot babes are gonna be there. This was the life I always wished I had, and this year, it will be my life.

[starrystevie]

it was all supposed to be a joke. they were supposed to be in steve’s backyard with all their friends and family in shitty lawn chairs, holding cans of budweiser and jamming to whatever song eddie was in the mood for that day blasting through the speakers. steve was supposed to be in front of them all in a tuxedo t-shirt and powder blue dress pants, flowers in his hair that had been teased to high heaven and dark black sunglasses to keep out the bright sun. that’s how they had planned it all those years ago when they’d been high and drunk and young and in love.

but somehow instead, the yard is full of flowers and benches that hopper and wayne put together with spare wood for everyone to sit on and there’s an archway at the end of the aisle and soft acoustic songs spilling gently out of the speakers. steve’s still at the front, that was always supposed to happen, but this time he’s wearing an actual tux, light cream with a boutonnière and everything, and his hair is pushed back just so. there’s no flowers in his hair and no sunglasses but it’s cloudy enough of a day where he doesn’t really need them anyway.

they weren't even supposed to do this. there wasn't supposed to be a grand entrance and a walk down the aisle, no flower girls or ring bearers or anything remotely traditional. but what started off as, "well, i wouldn't mind walking down the aisle," and "i think exchanging rings would be cool," and "who cares if it isn't legal, i'm going to marry you anyway damnit," turned into this beautiful day of friends and family and love.

robin’s standing beside him in a tux of her own, pinstripe grey donning a pocket boutonnière that matches nancy’s bouquet, with a few notecards in her hands. and speaking of nancy, she’s heading down the aisle in a flowing dress, and when her eyes catch robin’s, she crinkles her nose before blowing her a kiss. she stands opposite of steve as eddie's not-quite-bridesmaid and grips her bouquet tightly, her eyes never leaving robin's.

and then there's dustin. he's in a tux that matches steve's and he has his curls pushed back with probably too much gel and a tie that suzie got him for their 3rd anniversary. the best thing he's sporting, though, is the smile on his face and the ring box in his hand and the joy in his eyes as he looks out at the crowd. having him there as best man and smelling the cheap cologne he wears so he seems more grown up calms steve's ever beating heart enough to where he doesn't think he'll throw up from nerves anymore.

all of their loved ones are surrounding them in clothes steve’s never seen before but he couldn’t care at all what they’re wearing because they’re all smiling wide and bright at him. he catches himself rocking back and forth on his feet so he shakes out his hands and holds them behind his back to distract himself. his stomach is rolling with waves or butterflies and when he catches joyce's eye in the front row, she mimes taking in a deep breath which he instantly copies. the soft grin she sends in return tells him that he thinks it could actually work to settle him. mothers have that healing way about them.

he’s never been good with weddings, always fidgeting in a too tight suit his mom picked out, but he never thought he’d be this antsy at his own.

steve's just about to give up and sprint down the aisle to get eddie so they can run away together and leave nerves and or butterflies behind him, but then the music stops. he sees lucas changing out the tapes quickly, giving a thumbs up to mike who throws one to will who runs back behind the shed to where he knows eddie is waiting and when will pops his head back out to run back to his seat, it hits him.

he's getting married.

steve doesn't have time to think about it anymore than he already has been for the last 8 years because eddie's coming around the corner of the shed.

'here comes the sun' is playing out over the speakers, soft and perfect, and eddie's smiling, wide and beautiful, and steve can't help but mirror it back to him. the clouds overhead seem to hear them, hear the song and hear their hearts beating in time with each other, because as soon as eddie gets to the aisle, bright warm rays of sunlight peak out and make the rhinestones he demanded line the lapels of his own black tux shine like real diamonds.

steve stops breathing. he swears he does, and he knows his family are all feeling the same way. he can hear a few gasps, hears joyce muttering what she thinks is a silent, "oh my god," in hop's ear, and watches how wayne stands up just a bit straighter from his front row seat.

eddie glides down the aisle like the drama king he is, soaking in the looks from everyone they care about and soaking in the sun that seems to come out only for him. it's like the sun knows he's a star, too, and wants to come out to be with one of it's own. eddie's always been sunshine and starlight and a blinding thing to look at and take in. he's the light, steve's the moth, and a few clouds on their wedding day could never change it.

"well, that was insanely good timing," eddie whispers to steve once he reaches him. his grin softens and he brings up a hand to wipe gently at the tear tracks on steve's cheeks. "hi, baby."

and steve can do nothing but choke out a laugh, catching eddie's hand in his own so he press a kiss to his palm. he thinks he can feel eddie's heartbeat against his lips and, even if it's his brain playing tricks on him, he likes the sentiment that it brings. "i love you so fucking much."

it's eddie's turn to get teary-eyed and the sun glints off the tears that fall down his cheek before heading back behind the clouds, dotting quick-to-fade sparkles on his face like a wedding present.

steve kisses him. he can't help it. it's nothing but a fast press of lips, watery smile to watery smile, and everyone is cheering except for robin.

"hey! it's not time for that yet," she says with a pretend scowl, arms pressing to each of their chests to keep them apart. it's enough to leave nancy giggling where she stands behind eddie, her laugh like bells bouncing off of the trees surrounding them. "just give me like ten minutes and we'll have you married and you can kiss all you want then."

steve swears he can hear mike groan at that which cause him to grin which cause eddie to grin back and then they're holding hands like it's the only way to get through the next ten minutes. and it might just be the only way to get through it. knowing them, if they didn't hold on tight, one of them would make a move first and there'd be hands around waists and fingers tangled in hair and robin would hate them forever because she wouldn't get to do her speech.

it's after vows are shared, after rings are on fingers, after kisses are pressed to lips and cheeks and temples and hands and everything else they can quickly reach, that the two of them get some peace. everyone is inside eating snacks and drinking cheap champagne, and it goes unspoken that they're going to take some time for themselves. take some time to bask in their new maybe not-so-legally real but as real as could ever be in their hearts marriage.

they make their way, hand in hand like they've always been meant to do, to a table set up for them. eddie pops a bottle of champagne that they pass back and forth between themselves as they share cheesy smiles and champagne-laced kisses. and it's as they look into each other's eyes, fingers lacing so their rings clink softly against each other, that the sun peaks out to say hello once more.

[malk1ns]

you made my life harder by not sending this as an ask, but for you i will do this @beggingwolf.

btw in this world there's no four nations faceoff it's just a scheduled two-week break in the season. because they deserve it, and frankly we deserve instagram pictures of sid and geno in swimsuits on a beach somewhere. putting that out into the universe.

If Zhenya were being honest, he'd probably say that the knee injury comes at a pretty convenient time.

Obviously, he doesn't want to be missing hockey. He never wants to be missing hockey, especially with the team in flux the way it is now. Hockey is in his blood, in his bones, and he always feels a little off when he's not playing.

The bye week is coming up fast, though, and when Zhenya takes a look at his calendar after his first rehab session finishes hours earlier than Sid will be back from practice, he's struck by how much he has left to do.

The basics are nailed down: they have their flights, their private cabana on the ocean, the rental boat. Sid bought them new swimsuits, even, although Zhenya thinks it was an excuse for him to get something skimpy that he'll beg Zhenya to wear.

There are a few details that Zhenya needs to finalize, though, and the unexpected stretches of free time are exactly what he needs.

He waffles between a fancy reservation on the mainland and a private chef in their cabana. In the end he splits the difference, calling their travel agent and asking him to find the nicest steakhouse in the city with a private room he can reserve.

He pre-orders two bottles of champagne, one to be at their table when they get there and one to be delivered later.

He hesitates over first a flower bouquet, then a balloon display, before settling on an enormous box of expensive truffles. Sid will scold him, say that they're already too far off their meal plan and they'll never get through these, but when they're back in Pittsburgh he'll shove them in the freezer and sneak them three at a time when he thinks nobody will notice.

And then, there's the ring.

Zhenya ordered it months ago, a dazzling custom piece that he ran by Taylor Crosby and Sid's mom and Mike Chiasson and basically any one of Sid's lifelong friends he could get a hold of. He'd been afraid of going overboard, getting something more to his taste than Sid's. He got universal approval, though, and they promised him he'd have the ring before their trip.

It hasn't arrived yet. Zhenya spends a lot of his off-hours chasing the jeweler down, barking over the phone and pacing in his office while various employees put him on hold to check receipts and track down work orders.

Finally, it arrives in a discreet brown box two days before they're supposed to leave.

Zhenya thought he'd be nervous, when he was finally getting ready to propose. It's not like it'll be a huge surprise; it's really only inertia that's stopped either he or Sid from proposing sooner. Still, it's a big step, and Zhenya is guilty of putting pressure on himself for special occasions, always has. A proposal while on vacation when he had to plan everything from a distance or via proxy is exactly the sort of scenario that would usually work him into a tizzy.

When the time comes, though, he's shockingly calm. It's easy to usher Sid into the restaurant and up to their private balcony, alone but still able to observe the ambiance of the restaurant. It's easy to pop the champagne bottle and giggle when Sid grabs his hand to playfully lick off some of the bubbles that spilled onto his knuckles.

And when the time comes, it's the most natural thing in the world to slide from his chair, drop to one knee, and pull the ring box out from his pocket.

Sid says yes before Zhenya even finishes talking.

[paceprompting]

in the spotlight

First fic for @steddiesmuttyseptember!

(playful) Make-up sex | service dom | mile high club | pillow princess

rated: m | 4281 words

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“I cannot believe you!”

Eddie stormed through the front door of the trailer and left it flung open behind him. He tossed his bag onto the couch, dice clattering and papers crumpling inside as it hit the edge of the cushion and then thumped to the floor. Eddie ignored it, making a clear path to the fridge to crack open a Coke.

Steve followed behind, wearing the same pleased-with-himself smile that he had been for fifteen minutes. He closed the door and stood in the living room, hands tucked into his front pockets. Standing there in his striped polo shirt and fitted jeans, staring at Eddie as though he hadn’t just derailed Eddie’s entire campaign.

That villain was supposed to last them through three more sessions and now, poof, defeated. Gone. Finito.

Eddie took a deep swig of his drink, fighting back to urge to cough when it went down rough.

“I cannot believe you,” he repeated, softer this time. And Steve still just smiled and ducked his head, because he knows what he did, damn it, and he still hadn’t apologized for it.

Steve tipped his head up, putting on display the moles scattered across his throat. He rolled his shoulders and then once again met Eddie’s gaze, still smirking. Still an asshole. He was beautiful, but Eddie was fighting quite hard to ignore that.

“Eddie, you asked me to play,” he said.

“Well, I didn’t think you were going to figure out my big villain’s weakness in two turns.” Eddie groaned and set his soda on the table, liquid spilling over the top onto the table. He ran furious fingers through his hair, lucky that none of his rings caught and yanked. “I worked on that thing for two weeks!”

And then, he’d had to ride in the passenger seat of the Beemer—because Steve was a decent boyfriend, damn him, and offered to drive Eddie. Steve had sent his campaign into utter collapse and then afterwards still made sure to get the door for Eddie and let Eddie grumble and mumble to himself the whole way home until he was ready to blurt it all out.

The entire time wearing his pleased little smirk.

“You can’t be mad that I defeated the bad guy. Mike roleplayed for fifteen minutes trying to get that sword he thought was secretly magic. I thought Dustin was going to claw his eyes out.”

Eddie did nearly chuck dice at Wheeler’s head when he refused to get the hint that there was nothing for him in that shop. But he was a decent DM, if he did say so himself, and he decided to wait properly until there was something in game that he could use to target Wheeler’s character. Not to kill him, just a slight maiming to remind him that he wasn’t the main character.

Until Steve Harrington just…Steve Harrington.

“And I would have properly punished him with a thorough smack-down, if someone hadn’t killed the villain first!”

Steve snorted and Eddie rolled his eyes. They’d had worse fights than this—arguments that were actually fights and not Eddie trying to keep his dignity without being a brat. Because it wasn’t the end of the world, but that wasn’t the point.

“It was a lucky shot. You can’t be upset about a guess,” Steve was saying, his shoulders coming down at the end of a shrug that Eddie had nearly missed.

And fuck yes, he could. Two rounds into combat, Steve pulled out a bow that shot frozen arrows and uncovered the key weakness to Eddie’s main villain! Of course, Eddie had forgotten that Steve’s character had gotten that weapon because he never used it. It was supposed to be something that the party learned over time.

God, Eddie had wanted Steve to try playing D&D so badly, he hadn’t stopped to think that it would mean Steve would be playing in front of him. Where Eddie had the best seat to see the whole table and never miss a single thing that Steve did: rolling dice, taking notes in his chicken scratch, and describing in detail how his character moved through Eddie’s world. Strong hands gesturing and flexing and—

Fuck. Focus.

“I’m not upset you beat him.” Eddie twisted the ring on his middle finger, stopping only when it caught on the tender skin. “I’m upset that it was hot!”

“Um,”Steve said, staring. “What?”

He let his hand fall from his pockets, brow furrowed in the way it did when Eddie’s strange behavior threw him for a loop. Steve knew what he looked like, knew where it could get him when he put it to use—but only when he was trying to get that attention. When he wanted to get the girl or get into bed, and he put on his best Harrington charm to do so.

He was never trying to entice Eddie while playing a nerdy little game with their flock of sheep, and that was almost worse. He wasn’t even trying, and still Eddie had nearly jumped his bones right there at the table.

Eddied started pacing in front of Steve, and the trailer didn’t creak like the old one used to, but Eddie’s steps were still heavy on the linoleum. “I asked you how you wanted to kill the monster. Yeah, I was already a little annoyed—”

“A little,” Steve echoed with a gentle tease, stepping close to Eddie and absolutely trying now. Ducking his head so his perfect hair fell just into his eyes and his voice dropped low and filtered into Eddie’s bloodstream.

And Steve had already derailed one set of Eddie’s plans tonight. Eddie wasn’t just going to let him do it again.

“Very annoyed that you’d beaten my villain and you’d rolled a damn nineteen to do it. And then you opened your mouth.” Eddie spun on his heel, pressing his hand against Steve’s chest and pushing back. Steve’s eyes widened as his surprise allowed Eddie to corral him against the front of the fridge and press the lines of their bodies together.

He started breathing a little harder, chest rising under Eddie’s palm, but he grinned all the same. It nearly floored Eddie every time, not only getting to see the expression up close, but because it was for him. The Freak somehow managed to get his hands on something beautiful, and he still wasn’t quite sure how.

Eddie curled his fingers into the fabric of Steve’s shirt, leaning into him. Smiling himself when Steve’s hand came up to rest on the side of Eddie’s ribs, holding him close. Eddie tipped his chin up to murmur against Steve’s mouth, just on this side of not really being a kiss.“And I forget sometimes that you know what you’re doing. That you’ve fought real monsters and, fuck, between the way you described the killing blow, using your hands to show me just how you’d do it, and seeing how far you’ve come from when you started.”

Steve blushed, a bright coloring across his cheeks, and let out a soft laugh. Almost self-conscious. Because Steve hadn’t been good at D&D, not at first. And he’d known that. The kids had known. He’d had to make mistakes in front of them to learn, starting timid and quiet until the party proved they were more likely to smack Mike upside the head for opening his big mouth than they were to get after Steve.

And he’d done it.

“You might even rival me as a DM one day if you keep it up,” Eddie said. Steve laughed again, but Eddie didn’t.

If it ever happened, he might have to tie himself to his chair to keep from launching himself at Steve, but he’d be the first one at the table for a Steve Harrington campaign. And he’d finally get to be back on the other side of flirting with the DM.

“Oh, I’d never take that from you. I could never keep it all straight,” Steve said, sliding his hand up from Eddie’s ribs to cradle the side of his jaw. He slipped his fingers into Eddie’s hair, deep into the curls and always on the right side of Eddie’s face to avoid where there had been a tender, healing wound where now there was a scar. He could touch it now, if he wanted to. But he never did.

“I wish you could see yourself sometimes; I get so caught up watching you I realize I wasn’t even listening. Which was fine when I wasn’t playing, and now I have to catch myself before you catch me not paying attention.” Steve pressed their foreheads together, always so warm and solid. Helped to keep Eddie together when physical therapy felt worse than all the bats trying to eat him.

Eddie preened at Steve’s admission. For anyone else, he would make sure to put on a show of idle threats about not giving their full attention to all his hard work. But that wasn’t completely fair to Steve, not when Eddie had just pinned him against the fridge because he was so hot and bothered from listening to Steve’s description of slaying a lizard king.

“Feeling’s mutual, babe,” Eddie murmured, going in for a kiss.

Steve’s hand tightened in Eddie’s hair, stopping him in his tracks. He didn’t yank or pull, just a soft pulse against his scalp followed by the warm embrace of Steve’s arm around Eddie’s waist. He fit his thigh between Eddie’s legs to settle them better, and then titled Eddie’s head to plant a soft kiss.

Eddie rolled his eyes before he closed them, moving his mouth along with Steve, his hands holding onto the front of his polo shirt. He arched his back to get closer to Steve, parting his lips in hopes of a little bit of tongue, but Steve denied him and pulled away instead. His head knocked lightly back against the fridge.

“Just had to be you who started it, huh?” Eddie teased.

Steve lolled his head in Eddie’s direction, pupils dark and dilated. He quirked the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Right,” Eddie drawled, but he didn’t get much farther than that before Steve hooked his ankle around Eddie’s and switched their positions, directing Eddie against the counter beside the fridge. The chain hanging from his belt loops smacked into the cabinets. But honestly, most of the furniture in the trailer had already been through worse between his and Steve’s activities and Eddie’s general lack of spatial awareness.

Steve put his thigh back between Eddie’s legs, and there was no way he couldn’t feel just how worked up he’d been since Hellfire, especially now that he had all of solidly muscled and warm Steve Harrington pressed up against him. He moved his hands out of the way, holding on the edge of the counter. He gave a pleased moan when Steve moved closer, closer and placed his lips at the curve of Eddie’s ear, brushing curls out of his way with his nose.

“But you had fun?” he asked, soft and low.

“For the most part.” Eddie tilted his head, silently asking for Steve’s mouth. More, always more. Because he somehow hadn’t found Steve’s limit on what he’d give.

He felt the puff of Steve’s breath against his skin. Shivered when Steve’s hands untucked his shirt from his jeans and eased underneath the fabric on the rough pattern of Eddie’s skin. He’d never wanted anyone to touch, to see what had happened to his body, but Steve had never asked. He let Eddie direct his hands there the first time and the few more times after until Eddie told him Fucking touch me already, I need your hands on me, Harrington.

“Feeling like you were in control? Getting to direct me around, at the whim of the DM?” Even though Steve was talking of Eddie’s domain over the party’s adventure, he cupped his hands underneath Eddie’s thighs and lifted him onto the counter.

“At the whim of the dice,” Eddie corrected through a gasp. There was already so much clutter that he could only balance on the very edge, but Eddie had no worries that Steve would let him fall.

“Yeah, but you’re in charge in of the show. Pulling the strings behind your screen, watching the pieces you set up fall into place. You want us to succeed, at least a little, but you don’t make it easy. Huh, baby?” Steve chuckled, fingers tracing along the seam of Eddie’s jeans where the curve of his butt started, even if he didn’t have as much as Steve in that department. It also didn’t mean Steve ever kept his hands to himself, thank God.

Eddie tried to rock his hips against Steve, but was held in place before he got very far. His blood thrummed through his veins, but he hated it at the same time. He wanted and his patience had been shit his entire life. But Steve’s was entirely too practiced and all Eddie could do was tip his head back and groan.

“Steve…”

He tucked his face into Eddie’s throat, teasing the edge of his teeth on sensitive skin. He dug it a little, just once, but Eddie flung his hand up into Steve’s hair and dug into the thickest part at the back. Eddie’s hair covered most marks and impressions of teeth, but it wasn’t always a sure thing. Not with Steve Harrington.

“I know how hard you worked on it. I’m sorry that it ended so quickly. But now,” Steve said, drawing one of Eddie’s legs up around his hip. “I’m going to make it up to you, all right?”

Eddie nearly panted. He knew Steve could carry him—at least to his bedroom. He’d done it before, but he was torturing Eddie with the possibility of it now. The wide spread of his palms across Eddie’s thighs, sleeves of his shirt tightening around his biceps as he flexed and readied to carry Eddie’s entire weight against his chest.

Eddie hoped that’s what was fucking happening, anyway.

“Steve, it’s not that big a deal,” he said. Playing along or trying to make sure that Steve wasn’t throwing more of himself than he needed to at the problem to try and earn back Eddie’s forgiveness. But Steve smiled against his throat and dragged his mouth back up to Eddie’s lips for a short, teasing kiss. He parted with a soft bite on Eddie’s bottom lip, much too pleased with himself.

“So you don’t want me to spend the next few hours doing nothing but kissing and touching and making you cum?” Steve practically purred, the words rumbling in his chest.

Eddie tipped back his head, letting out a huff of air toward the ceiling. “I didn’t say that.”

Steve got it in his head sometimes that Eddie needed to be laid out and taken care of. And that Steve needed to be the one to do it. Sometimes it was because Eddie was so close to vibrating out of his skin that it was either Steve take over or there was usually collateral damage that involved a mug or someone else’s short-term feelings when Eddie finally snapped.

And other times Steve just wanted to touch, to give everything he had to Eddie. He still wouldn’t admit it, but Eddie had long guessed that Steve clutched hard to those he cared about. To keep them from realizing that he was too much and leaving.

But Eddie broke the mold of “too much.” And he’d let Steve give whatever he wanted, because he was really taking at the same time. Taking what he needed from Eddie. Under the guise of the babysitter, the caretaker, making sure Eddie knew just how much he felt.

“I thought so,” Steve hummed, grabbing onto Eddie’s legs and lifting him up with a soft grunt. Eddie hooked his ankles together and gathered Steve’s hair into his hands, pressing his cheek to Steve’s temple. The low-burning embers in his gut whenever he was around Steve flared to life as he carried Eddie across the trailer into his bedroom.

It wasn’t the same level as it was before, but Eddie had managed to re-clutter most of the wall space and his new desk. Replaced all his D&D books and was working on replacing all his band tees. Federal goons had no sense of decorum when they’d hauled off the old trailer and left Eddie with whatever Wayne could grab before they kicked him out.

At least he didn’t have to replace too much of his tape collection. Bless Wayne for managing that.

But Wayne wasn’t there, working a shift with double pay until later that night. Feds were good for something, anyway.

There was only Steve, with his broad palms across the back of Eddie’s thighs, fingers digging into the bonier form of his ass until he could tip them both onto Eddie’s bed. The bed was low enough that Eddie’s boots laid flat on the ground over the edge of the mattress, even when Eddie laid completely on his back.

Steve planted his hands on either side of Eddie’s head, standing between Eddie’s legs. The swooping strands of his hair hung in his face, directing Eddie’s gaze to his eyes, brown and blown out and focused entirely on Eddie. He’d been growing it out just a bit, still recognizably Steve but evolved and more comfortable in his own skin.

Steve never did anything in bed by halves. Anything, period, really. He never seemed, even at the beginning, like he was trying to do anything he could to distract himself from the fact that Eddie was a guy. Steve had touched him everywhere as soon as Eddie let him, and his mouth usually followed right after. Always lingering, always exploring

Eddie pushed up onto his elbows and planted his mouth on Steve’s, both of them laughing through their noses when Eddie ended up knocking them together. Steve kept his hands on the bed, bracing only his fingertips, while Eddie slipped his tongue past Steve’s lips. He pushed up, up to make Steve stand. They had to stop kissing, but it wasn’t like either of them were going anywhere anytime soon.

His hands went straight to Steve’s belt, hooking behind the buckle to pull Steve close. He slid the end out of its loop, but that was as far as he got before Steve closed one hand around both his wrists—good fucking Lord, honestly—and pulled them away with a soft tutting sound.

“Uh-uh, you lie back right here. You’re not doing anything tonight, remember?”

Eddie frowned, obstinately keeping his fingers tucked in the space between Steve’s belt and the waistband of his obscenely fitted jeans. He was hard, Eddie could tell and take advantage of it by rubbing his thumb along the length through the denim.

Steve breathed out through his nose, eyes darkening. Eddie did it again. Didn’t care that it ended with Steve twisting his arm with the grip around Eddie’s wrists and leveraged them above Eddie’s head, laying him out on his back once again. He hovered over Eddie, breaths mixing in the small space between their mouths.

His free hand—because Steve only needed one to keep Eddie right where he needed him—slipped underneath Eddie’s shirt. Rough fingers dragged along his stomach, pushing the fabric up and revealing his scarred body to the open air. Steve kept going, letting Eddie’s hands free to start getting the shirt up over Eddie’s head.

“Get up by those pillows, sweetheart,” he said, tossing the Hellfire shirt aside. And Eddie did, backing up the mattress until he could rest his head on the pillows that covered up the entirety of his headboard when no one was sleeping in it.

Most of his life, he’d only ever used one pillow for himself. Even when he’d had to replace all his bedding, he’d only bought one. And then Steve had started coming over. Staying over night after night and somehow that meant Eddie had accumulated three more pillows in the process.

The only explanation he’d gotten was that Steve didn’t like smacking his elbow against the wall from his side of the bed.

Not that it had ever happened as far as Eddie knew.

But he thought it might have had something to do with this—the way Steve stared hungrily at him as Eddie lounged amongst the pillows. How his curls spread out around his head like a halo, inviting every bit of Steve’s attention. How he spread his legs with one foot tucked underneath his knee and let his arms splay on either side of his head.

Eddie liked it too. Being laid out for his boyfriend.

Something in his eyes must have flared with his thoughts, because Steve grinned and then crawled onto the bed after Eddie. He made quick work of Eddie’s jeans, flicking the button open with one hand, the showoff. Eddie made a show himself of rolling his eyes, but Steve was too busy stripping Eddie bare. He sat up onto his knees between Eddie’s open legs, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

It untucked his shirt just enough to flash a glimpse of the dark trail of hair leading into Steve’s jeans. It shouldn’t be so hot, not with the fucking striped polo Steve was wearing.

He still couldn’t convince Steve to wear a Hellfire shirt. He wanted to think that Steve was just fucking with him at this point in refusing, but sometimes Eddie wondered if Steve didn’t feel like anything more than a stand-in at the table. Even though he’d played with them for over two months straight—after sitting in on the end of the last campaign on top of that—Eddie didn’t know how to prove that Steve had long earned his spot in the party.

But the point was, Steve was exactly as he was when he’d walked into the trailer after Eddie. Striped polo, tucked into his jeans and his white sneakers tying off the boy-next-door look that Eddie adored despite his better judgment. Minus the flush to his skin, Steve was fully dressed.

He hadn’t taken off a single thing.

Eddie didn’t have a shred of clothing on him, decorated only with his ink and the rough sections of scars on his sides, his arms, the side of his jaw. And Steve was all covered up, the denim of his jeans dragging against Eddie’s burning skin when he leaned down and planted his mouth right on Eddie’s collarbone.

He tilted his head when Steve wandered upward, teeth grazing and biting lightly on his throat. Twisted the fabric of his ridiculous polo at the shoulder and rocked his leaking dick against Steve. Against the rough friction of his jeans, and Steve just moved his leg into a better position for him without needing to be asked.

Eddie whined, pushing his face into the closest pillow. He couldn’t stop his hips even if he wanted to, even when he had to twist his body in an awkward way to push up into Steve’s hand rolling a nipple between his fingers.

Sparks burst behind his eyes when Steve bit down at the junction of his neck and shoulder, but Steve was up and moving to put messy, wet kissed down Eddie’s chest and stomach before he could thread a hand through Steve’s hair and pull in retaliation.

Steve looked up at him from his spot at Eddie’s belly button like he knew exactly what he’d done.

He traveled lower, slow and syrupy kisses on the slight softness of Eddie’s belly. Then teasing bites on the tops of his thighs, down closer to the more sensitive skin. He didn’t move Eddie’s legs; waited until Eddie moaned and spread them for Steve himself.

Cradling Eddie’s hips in his hands, Steve licked and sucked his way to Eddie’s cock, leaking against his thigh. Took the head into his mouth with a soft hum, staying there as Eddie let out a soft moan.

Eddie could already tell what he was in for. Should have known immediately when Steve promised to make up for something that Eddie wasn’t even truly bothered by.

Steve wasn’t going to let him up from his bed until every inch of him had been marked either by a soft kiss or a sharp bite from Steve’s teeth. He was going to take Eddie all the way into his mouth, tease his entrance with gentle touches until Eddie squirmed and whined, but didn’t beg. He was still a brat about begging, and at this point it was more of a show than anything.

Steve was going to ruin him, slow and steady. Piece by piece, and keeping his clothes firmly on the whole time because Eddie liked to touch, but it wasn’t about Steve.

He was going to make Eddie cum from his mouth, first. That was one of Steve’s favorites, because damn if those particular rumors had turned out to be fucking true. And Eddie fucking reaped the rewards from it.

Then he’d get Steve’s fingers. Parting his lips to get wet and slick enough for one or two inside him, before Steve caved and went for the lube. He’d get Steve’s mouth and his hands, and that was usually when he started losing track between the parts of bare skin he’d manage to touch between the drag of Steve’s clothes.

All he’d know was Steve. Steve, Steve, Steve.

And all of his attention, the spotlight of Steve’s focus, would be Eddie.

[you-were-alone-too]

the aftermath of eddie's death & what it means for mike's arc in season 5

someone may have already posted a similar theory before, so i apologize if i'm super late to this, but i've had this theory in mind ever since the s5 set pictures of dustin and mike were dropped, and i've been wanting to make a post about it ever since. basically, we're going to take a look at eddie's respective relationships with dustin and mike and how his death will affect them both, but especially mike in s5.

in s4, the show made it super clear that eddie had a close relationship with the boys in the party, more specifically mike and dustin (since lucas is on a quest to be popular and joined the basketball team, we can guess this prevented them from being as close). although we don't get to see much of eddie's relationship with mike, his friendship with dustin is heavily established throughout the entirety of the season. while both mike and dustin value eddie for being a cooler, older high school boy that embraces their shared interests despite the fact that it makes him an outcast, the impact of these relationships, and ultimately, his death, will affect them in completely different ways.

while both mike and dustin value eddie's commitment to embracing his true self/interests, the difference in the impact of their respective relationships is that mike struggles with the fact that he's different whereas dustin is more comfortable in his own identity.

a great example of this is when eddie talks about how he remembers the first time that he met dustin and mike; he says dustin was wearing a weird al t-shirt, which he "thought was brave," while mike was wearing "whatever his mommy bought him from the goddamn gap". not to mention mike trying to "dress cool" when he visits el in california, being afraid of seeming childish by playing d&d and liking christmas presents, not to mention:

so what does this have to do with their arcs in s5, particularly mike's?

eddie's character represents one of the show's core themes: non-conformity. right before eddie dies, he makes dustin promise to never change. and when dustin tells wayne that he was with eddie when the earthquake hit, the main thing he emphasizes is that eddie never changed even as he was dying.

one of the first scenes that gaten filmed for s5 shows him wearing his hellfire club t-shirt, which is now faded and full of holes, and his hair is also grown out even longer (possibly to resemble eddie's hair, like mike in s4). in the picture of the party members' hands on top of each other, we can also see he's wearing (presumably) one of eddie's rings.

as for mike, one of the first pictures we see of him on set for s5 shows him with a haircut and outfit that nearly resembles his appearance in s1. after the beginning of s4 showed mike growing out his hair (which was confirmed to be inspired by eddie), playing d&d again, and saying he doesn't want to be popular, we now see him in s5 conforming back to how he used to dress. how his parents want him to look. normal.

in the aftermath of eddie's death, it's clear that as a symbol of non-conformity and self-acceptance, his death has impacted dustin and mike in completely different ways.

for dustin, he sees eddie's untimely death as a legacy he must continue. a vow he made to eddie in his dying breath to never change. and now, he's sticking to his word by embracing all that eddie did and stood for in life, almost as if he's trying to physically emulate eddie to become that symbol for himself and others.

as for mike, he's lost without that symbol. he saw eddie as a symbol of hope, safety, and bravery, a person that made him feel like it's okay to be different, to stand out, to not conform with what society wants him to be. without eddie, he's on the opposite trajectory; now that eddie's gone, that reassurance and safety he felt about standing out is gone too, and now he's regressing into the person that he thinks everyone expects him to be.

it's not that shocking since as soon as he's away from eddie in s4, he goes back to trying to fit in around el. but what's even more interesting is that mike seems to become himself again once it's just him and will in s4; although will carries himself in a much more subtle way than eddie, will also inspires mike to feel confident in himself, to feel like he can be different.

but before there was eddie as a symbol of non-conformity, there was jonathan byers. from the get-go in season 1, we see jonathan encouraging will to be himself, such as telling him "you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to." then we see mike get a similar, louder version of this encouragement in the form of eddie. both mike and will have role models that encourage them to be different. both mike and will feel like they can be themselves around each other in a way they can't with anyone else because they're the same kind of different. "i saw you on the swings, and you were alone too" "maybe i feel like i lost you or something" "hawkins, it's not the same with you." "you make [me] feel like [i'm] not a mistake at all, like [i'm] better for being different" "we'll go crazy together, right?"

even though will does make mike feel like it's okay to be himself, it's not enough to fully pull him out of his shell. eddie had that power as an older male role model that mike could look up to and admire. someone that could give him a look into the future and show him that being different on the outside isn't all that bad. but then, not only does eddie die, but even in death, he's still viewed as satanic and monstrous because he was openly different.

now in s5, mike is going to have to come to grips with eddie's death and the loss he associates with that. how he thinks that eddie being dead is proof that standing out is dangerous, that it's wrong, that it's sinful. he has a lot of fear to work through, but in the end, he's going to get there, and will is going to be there at his side the entire time, reminding him that they make each other feel like they're better for being different, so it must not be so bad after all.

[munsonshire]

Things that Eddie would do (Realistic edition)

Character: Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Masterlist

If someone ever accidentally broke one of the strings from his guitar or his guitar pick they would never ever let them close to his guitar again and he would have a hard time forgiving them

He smells of a mix of cheap cologne, cigarettes, weed and probably sweat

Goes to the forest at night, for a walk or just to spend time there

He's not the kind to call you "babe" or "princess", he would probably just call you your name or a nickname that's way less cheesy, also, little insults like "dumbass" are his way of showing his love

He never washes his hellfire shirt and wears it for more time than he likes to admit before washing it again

Forgets to take his rings off when he goes to sleep

He's not the best with words so he prefers to act to show love or similar

Likes to rant about dnd

He hates when someone calls him or tries to talk to him when he's listening to music (relatable asf)

He leaves his socks in the most random places, and then he gets mad because he can't find them

Acts like he doesn't care about how his hair looks but the truth is my boy's got a whole routine to keep his hair pretty

If he drops one of his rings in public he will wait for a good amount of time before picking it up

When he comes back from playing dnd he comes all sweaty and you tell him to take a shower to which he will answer you with something like "Oh really" and tackle you to the couch or the bed to kiss you.

Having to kill spiders for him because he's all tough and metal till one of those little arachnids shows up, it's even worse if it's near him cuz he'll act as if it were a monster that wants to kill him

He loves it when you do his make-up it makes him feel loved

You have a special spot reserved at his concerts

You will have to get used to being his second most loved, cuz his guitar is the first

He won't let you braid his hair

He loves being the center of attention

He really likes it when kids look up to him, he really enjoyed it when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas joined Hellfire, though he felt betrayed when Lucas choose the baseball team over Hellfire

He spends half of the money he earns selling drugs on things for dnd. The other half goes to Wayne, that way he can help with the house. Wayne doesn't wanna know where the money comes from (though he has an idea of where it comes from) he just tells Eddie to be careful and stay safe.

He figured out he was pan because apparently, not everyone falls in love with someone regardless of the gender they have (he was utterly and completely shocked that most people did, he just thought that everyone loves everyone)

He hates awkward silences, so he starts rambling about whatever he can think about

He doesn't cut his hair, he does trim the ends a bit but not cut. This comes from that one time that Wayne offered to cut the back part of it but turns out he cut it too short, now he doesn't trust him at all with a pair of scissors

Kids make him uncomfortable, like 6-7, yeah, he doesn't like them at all

[crayonboxcolors607]

in honor of Part 1 getting 100 likes and like 15 reblogs! (a lot for tiny stupid me lol) i decided to suck it up and write another part bc ppl have asked for it

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ PART ONE, PLEASE DO SO!

After Robin found out, things were a bit better for Steve. The two of them practiced their signs during slow shifts at the Family Video. Robin showed him a new sign every day and helped him improve his lip reading. It benefited his daily life too. Gone were the days when he had to walk all the way across the store to talk to Robin, now the two of them could have conversations from opposite sides of the store, their hands flying fast as they spoke.

Robin was a fucking godsend, bullying Keith into giving Steve more time off in case of migraines and providing excuses when he couldn't drive the kids around. She begged Steve to wear his hearing aids, eventually telling him that if he played his cards right he could cover them up with his hair, which ultimately convinced him. She'd helped him find a new hairstyle that almost eliminated them completely, clapping her hands excitedly as the shock on his face was evident when he turned them on and could differentiate sounds again.

Of course, there were still things that were hard, even with the hearing aids. Steve needed to be directly facing someone in order to have a basic understanding of what they were saying, and there couldn't be anything obstructing their mouth. This proved especially difficult when Steve interacted with the younger Party members, although they continued to chalk it up to Steve's usual airheadedness. For once, he was grateful to be stereotyped as a dumb jock.

One random day in October, however, things began to change.

Dustin had somehow roped Steve into driving him, Mike, and Lucas to some fancy-ass comic store in Indianapolis, claiming that "the one in Hawkins is not nearly comprehensive enough, Steve". He'd rolled his eyes and responded with what they referred to as his "Mom Pose", his hands on his hips and his eyebrow cocked as he stared at them judgementally. Eventually, though, he'd relented, letting them fight over who got shotgun and who had to sit in the back.

Somehow, although he himself didn't quite seem to know how, Lucas managed to snag the front seat. He'd slid in quietly as Dustin and Mike threw themselves into the backseat, yelling obnoxiously about unfairness and favoritism. Steve refrained from pointing out that he'd had no part in the tussle for shotgun, instead allowing it to play out.

He and Lucas had been engaging in conversation about sports when Lucas had quietly mentioned that he was thinking of trying out for the school's basketball team, tentatively asking Steve if they could meet up the next weekend so he could give him some pointers. Steve had agreed without even thinking, but he began to panic once he got home later that afternoon. How was he supposed to go over skills in basketball when he couldn't even hear out of his left ear?

But in typical Steve fashion, he procrastinated until the last minute, eventually deciding that he simply wouldn't wear the hearing aids. He'd be fine for one basketball practice, right?

And so, Steve drove to the basketball courts that Saturday, removing his hearing aids as he arrived, and thus reintroducing a fuzzy ringing in his ears that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It felt alien, but he shook his head around a bit and started to shoot baskets. He'd forgotten how good sports made him feel, and was pleasantly surprised at the adrenaline that began pumping through his veins. In fact, his new lack of hearing made it easier for him to practice, as it allowed him to tune out the rest of the world and focus solely on himself and his own fluid motions.

This did prove to be a slight problem, however, as he didn't hear Lucas dropping his stuff on the bench, nor did he notice him walking up to Steve. So the tapping on his shoulder startled him far more than it should have.

"Jesus Sinclair!" Steve exclaimed. "You scared the shit outta me, man!" Lucas seemed confused at Steve's reaction, and he silently reminded himself that none of the kids knew about his hearing.

"Uhh, sorry Steve," Lucas said slowly. "Are um, are you okay?" The concern on his face melted Steve's heart just a little bit.

"I'm fine buddy," he reassured the young teen. "Was just in my own world a bit, you know, focusing and stuff." His explanation seemed to comfort Lucas enough, and he grinned.

"You ready to get started?" he asked, tossing the younger boy the ball. Lucas caught it with a practiced ease and began dribbling, feinting left and right. Steve dropped down into his defensive position, mirroring Lucas's every movement, tracking his feet to predict which direction he would go next.

He felt himself slipping back into that headspace that he loved so much, the one that drew him into sports in the first place. Because he didn’t need to think about it, the strategies were always in his brain. He just needed to rely on muscle memory, all his former skills coming back to him as he and Lucas scrimmaged.

They played for about thirty minutes before taking a quick break to grab water and snacks, both of them struggling to catch their breath. Lucas opened his Gatorade™ and said something Steve, causing him to look over in surprise as he struggled to figure out what the younger boy was saying.

"Pardon?" he said, pretending he just hadn't been paying attention. Lucas repeated himself, or at least Steve had to assume that he did, because again, he couldn't understand a single word that left the younger boy's mouth.

There was a heavy feeling in his stomach as he debated asking Lucas to repeat himself a third time.

Someone tapped his leg, pulling him out of his own spiraling headspace. Steve looked up, feeling even worse as he registered the fear on Lucas' face.

"Steve," Lucas began slowly, seeming struggling with what to say next. "Can you, uh, can you not hear me?"

Of course, that sentence Steve was able to comprehend.

With a heavy sigh, he shook his head.

"Not really," he replied, looking anywhere but at Lucas. "My hearing started to go after Billy smashed my head with a plate. And it got worse after Starcourt." He looked up then, a grim smile on his face. "Turns out multiple concussions aren't exactly good for a person."

Lucas' eyes widened at the confession. "So, are you deaf?" he asked. Or at least, Steve assumed that's what he said.

"Partially," Steve replied. "I can't hear at all out of my left ear, that's where I got the most damage. My right ear can function, but not normally. I mostly rely on reading lips and context clues."

"Oh my god," Lucas said slowly, the gears visibly turning in his head. "Oh my god! W-we kept teasing you! We kept calling you stupid a-and laughing at you! You couldn't even hear us! And you-" The boy suddenly slumped over and placed his head in his hands. He said something, Steve was sure of it, but it was additionally muffled by him covering his face.

"Uh, Lucas, buddy," Steve said hesitantly. "I can't understand you if I can't see your face." Lucas looked up at him then, tears pooling in his eyes.

"It's my fault," he said. Steve felt his mouth drop open in shock, and began to protest, but Lucas stopped him.

"Billy was coming after me," he insisted, talking clearer so Steve could understand. "He was attacking me! You stepped in and tried to defend me -- now you're deaf and it's all my fault!"

Steve felt his heart drop.

He'd been so scared to tell anyone because he was worried they wouldn't view him the same way as before, that he hadn't even considered how the kids might feel if they knew he was like this because of his attempts to protect them.

"Oh Lucas," Steve said softly, gathering the crying teen into his arms. "It's not your fault. There isn't a world where I wouldn't have done the same. You're my kid. I'm always gonna protect you. That's just how it works." He felt Lucas try to push away, to protest, but he just held him tighter. "You and your little gaggle of idiots are worth everything. I'd go deaf a thousand times if it meant keeping you all safe."

With a sniffle, Lucas detached himself from the older boy.

"Really?" he said, eyes shiny with tears.

"Of course," Steve responded, without missing a beat. He gave the younger boy a final squeeze, before wiping away the few tears that had escaped while he and Lucas were talking. "I'd better get you home anyway. Your mom will have my head on a stick if you miss dinner." He kept his hand on Lucas' back as he wiped his tears and sniffed a final time.

"Okay," he said. "But you're staying for dinner."

HOLY SHIT I FINALLY FINISHED! ONLY TOOK ME 9 MONTHS LOL

okay okay so i did talk about the older members of the party finding out next as well as dustin but i just had to make a liar out of myself bc when i started writing this my brain was just like "but what if we did a wholesome reveal with Lucas instead??" and now here we are and i regret nothing

except the lack of sleep. i regret that a lot.

also, i am not an athlete. i am a depressed and introverted high school theater kid who has never played basketball in my entire life bc i am a measly 5ft 1in (roughly 155cm). so dont come at me if the sportsball lingo is incorrect bc i have no fucking clue what im doing.

also THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND ALL THE LIKES AND REBLOGS ON MY LAST POST!!

[hutchersonsgurl]

Mr. Jealous Mike Schmidt

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This one has a smut warning it might suck but it's my first one ):

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18+ under the cut smut warning

You get to work you walk into the bar with the bar uniform you are supposed to wear you know Mike wouldn't approve of this outfit but it's not like you want anyone else but him

The uniform consists of shorts and a tank top but you through Mike's hoodie on top of it because you see other girls having them on too

The shift goes by fast there are some rude customers here and mostly guys who would have thought right?

It's time for your 15-minute break you are on the way to the breakroom when you see mike standing there waiting for you.

Mike sees you and grabs you and takes you to the bathroom and locks the door

"Not that I don't love what you are wearing babe but why are you wearing that? The only person who should be seeing your skin is me " Mike says as he leans you up against the counter with a smirk

"I'm so happy to see you babe but what are you here who's watching Abby?" You ask

"Max is watching here till we get home I needed to see my girl Mike says looking at you with his hazel eyes lighting up "

He leans in and goes up to your ear "I'm gonna punish you for wearing that outfit baby girl "

Mike brushes your hair out of the way and kisses down your next slowly

You can already feel your center getting wet as he's doing this

Mike unbuttons your shorts and pull them off and throws them to the side

"Now you are gonna have to be a good girl and be quiet for Daddy," Mike says with a smirk

He plays with your underwear for a few seconds and he pushes his finger inside of your underwear playing with your folds

I can feel how wet you are for me baby girl Mike says as he continues to play with your folds and then he pushes his fingers inside of you pushing his fingers and in out

"Daddy please- just take me, " you say with a moan

He continues to finger fuck you for two more minutes and then he sits you up on the bathroom counter

You slowly pull him towards you and start to unbutton his jeans

pulling them down as you licked your lips. You eyed his length through his boxers and massaged him through the fabric.

He moaned from your touch, biting his lip as he looked down at your hand. You reached your hand in to stretch the waistband and pull his cock out. His chest rose and fell as you leaned down to lick his shaft before swallowing him. He bit back a whimper as you took him deep into your mouth. Your soft plush lips wrapped around his shaft like a ring that slid up and down his girthy length. Your doe eyes met his dark ones as your cheeks hollowed, making you moan around his cock.

"Fuck yn "Mike says as he grunts in between words

You pull his cock out of your mouth and Mike pulls down your underwear he puts his tip in front of your center that still has some precum from what you did

He slides himself into you hard and fast you wrap your arms and legs around him as he continues to thrust inside of you you lean into his shoulder to muffle your moans

Your stomach twisted and you found yourself throbbing around his length, close to cumming. "Mike I'm close," you whimpered out. "Fuck, cum for me baby," he grunted through his teeth, making you unravel all around his cock, your cum dripping like warm honey on his length. With one final thrust, he came too, shooting his load into your tight center He pulled out watching how your center is still dripping of his cum

You both clean up in the bathroom and you fix your clothes

This is your last shift here by the way Mike says as he walks out of the bathroom with you holding your hand

'Yes daddy" you say with a smile

Part 3

[brat-pack-it-up-boys]

Do you have sodapop x ace hcs

Sorry for responding so late and for how messy this but tada🎉

• childhood friends to lovers baby!

• when ace's halfway through sophomore year when she realizes she likes soda, but soda's busy with sandy and even if she likes him, he's her buddy, she isn't gonna mess with this

• and then they break up, it takes soda a month after the breakup before one day, he's watching two and ace joking about something and he sees ace laughing and something in his brain just clicks holy shit

• their dynamic doesn't actually change that much after they starts dating, it's basically just

"your my friend and I'm going to tease you and tussle with you but also we get to hold hands and make out after"

• I like to headcanon that ace works at the DX with soda and Steve

• soda and ace like to be all mushy at work to mess with Steve, they think it's funny

• this is more just a headcanon about Soda but his pet name for whoever he's dating is "dolly"

• okay l've already mentioned in another post that I headcanon scout from the 1990s show is ace's sister, but ace and soda LOVE each others siblings

• ace has a playful relationship with both darry and pony, she likes mess with pony when he's doing homework, if she has extra cash she'll try to slide it over to Darry, she calls ponyboy Mike after his middle name because she thinks it's really funny

• soda basically just becomes scout's big brother, he'll give her piggy back rides, teach her about cars, and occasionally snags a car mags for her

• they like to play fight with each other, both physically and verbally, like darry well come home from work to find soda with ace just tossed over his shoulder

• going back to them both working at the DX, they both like to switch their DX jackets

• The rumble power couple

• soda has one of his mothers old rings that he always keeps laced in with his shoes, he puts it on a necklace and gives it to ace, ace has a bandana she always wears in some form, she gives it to him and he wears it on his arm literally everyday

• honestly these two are good for each other because they both can talk to each other about their issues

• soda is not a happy camper to find out about aces backstory

• their first date is too the county fair, ace wins soda this velvet stuffed horse he names Micky

I think that's everything

[slapthosewilliessilly]

Hiii I was wondering if I can request Mike Monroe dating someone with big ass boobs? Ik that sounds weird but he genuinely looks like a boob typa guy 😭

Well firstly thanks for being the first person ever to send me a request!! I appreciate it sm 😊 this is also the first time I’ve written anything for Mike so I hope you enjoy!

Warning; Mike being an absolute horn dog, some tig ol’ bitties, alcohol, partying, 18+ MDNI, mentions of sex and mentions of body worship

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But bro Mike is absolutely a tits man like don’t get me wrong he likes ass as much as the next guy but boobs? Loves em. All kinds get love but fuck he is a sucker for some nice double D cups

I imagine that the first time you and Mike ever meet it’s at some sort of party and it’s still kinda early into the night.

You’re probably a friend of Jess or Em but Chris actually ends up being the one to point you out to him; I imagine in true Chris fashion he’d say some shit like “dude- jugs”

He’d probably choke a little on his drink when he sees you and your cleavage from wearing some tight crop top that left very little to the imagination.

Sooner or later you and Mike get to talking aka flirting and eventually someone has the idea to mention boob shots and when you show your down for it oh my LORD he’s like a dog practically BUZZING with excitement (or the alcohol)

Your boobs were perfect for it too and you knew it. You had to have known with how you smirked at Mike and flipped your hair over your shoulder to show the almost full shot glass right between your tits.

Mike never wanted to it to end- any excuse to be so close to em again. The conversation actually went a little like this after a couple of them partnered with some liquid courage;

“Beautiful rack for a beautiful girl, call me a connoisseur but those are double d’s right?”

You giggled, the cutest one he heard before dropping the bombshell on him.

“G cup actually.”

Mike never got turned on faster in his life. He knew his face got red after you giggled at him again.

Somehow, someway you had agreed to give him your phone number and to hang out more. A definite connection between the two of you.

When you guys start dating he absolutely has your name in his phone as Babydoll and his ring tone for you is Fuck the pain away by Peaches. He prides himself on being a bit of a comedian.

Sugar tits is definitely one of your nicknames so hope you like it lol Mike absolutely checks to make sure your comfortable with it first and if you ever even show the hint that you are unhappy with it he knocks it off.

You feeling comfortable always comes first- point blank period and he always makes sure you know that. Had no problem making others aware of that as well.

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When it comes to sex 👀 Mike loves to worship you- specially those beautiful boobs. He knows your girls are sensitive and he adores it. Leaves them covered in hickies, playing with your nipplies with his teeth and tongue until your whining and soaked for him.

Praise game CRAZY.

“Look at you baby, fucking soaked just for me” he’d chuckle deeply as you whine- painfully fucking empty.

“Quit teasi-“ you’re interrupting by your own moans as he tugs on one of your nipples with his teeth, cocky fucking smirk on his face.

Tbh I’m gonna have to do a part two on this soon- this request has me spiraling in the best way possible 😭