#now im gonna go work on this hopper smut

[romanscoming]

UPCOMING POST

FIRST OFF, HAPPY NEW YEARS, MERRY CHRISTMAS—ALL THOSES GOODIES, IM GOING TO B BACK IN SCHOOL NEXT WEEK AFTER MY HOLIDAY BREAK YK, SO I HAVE AT LEAST FOUR NEW UPCOMING STORY/POST FOR YOU GUYS.

**INCLUDES STRANGER THINGS, WEDNESDAY SEIRES, KICKASS (DAVE AND TODD)

NEW TAGLIST | REQUEST | WATTPAD

1ST WE HAVE,

“PROMISE, PROMISES.”

J. BYERS POLYAMOROUS LOVESTORY?

JONATHAN BYERS x BLACK!LOSTKID!READER x WHEELER!OC

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

THOMAS BARBUSCA AS ECHO WHEELER

(MIGHT CHANGE HIS NAME,, IDK YET.)

STORY IS GOING TO GO WITH THE SONG, “PROMISES PROMISES” BY NAKED EYES

(NOT FULLY SURE IF GONNA USE IT)

SUMMARY:

the two boys may have only met her once or only twice when they’d passed her up in the hall of the school, HAWKINS HIGH, or on the street.. but it was different the pass days, no seeing her on the streets, in the halls or even in the classrooms or the cafeteria,, but now, the next night on the news was ‘her’

their world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream of fear and a cry of whimper.

PLOT TWIST;

READER HAS POWERS, OR ADOPTED BY HOPPER OR SOMEONE?

— JONATHAN & ENCHO WORKING TOGETHER TO HELP ‘HER’ AND WILL (S1)

ALSO IDK IF ITS GOING TO BE ON WATTPAD OR TUMBLR?

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT STARTING.

“I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU, ACTUALLY-I'VE BEEN WANTING AND NEEDING YOU”

KENT FISHER (?) x BLACK!WITCH!READER

WEDNESDAY SEIRES

SMUT/FLUFF

SUMMARY;

???

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT IT

“ILL TAKE THEM BOTH, THATS FAIR RIGHT?”

DAVE LIZEWSKI x BLACK!POPULAR!BIMBO!READER x TODD HAYNES

KICKASS (1) [LOVE EVAN PETERS AND AARON JOHNSON.] LIGHT SMUT

SUMMARY;

Picture yourself, a highschool student—pretty, fun, cute, everything perfect beside.., you having a small little crush on a geek,, named Todd.. and teases him and his friend Dave., a lot… Maybe they kept you joking around, or bullying them, but it’s all it cover up for your crush on the boy, from you going to the comic book store to see all of the three friends all today in a window, you’d finally see the beauty in his friend asf well,, you were slowly falling inlove with the two boys without even thinking, but maybe you’ll invite them to your party and pop up with a confession for the both of them.

STATUS; ALMOST DONE.

“FOR THE PAIN, FOR THE PAIN”

EDDIE MUNSON x BLACK!SINCLAIR!VIRIGIN!BIMBO!CHEERLEADER!READER x GARETH EMMERSON

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

ANGST/SMUT

SUMMARY;

The 2nd most popular cheerleader,, beautiful, cute, sexy, adorable but with great beauty there comes pain, and pain is within throughs of other people putting you down, and telling you, your not worth it but the DnD-Freaks; Edward "Eddie the Banish" Munson, and his closest friend, Gareth "Gare the Great" Emerson sell you drugs and cover up all your pain by getting high with you, and maybe doing a little more and causing thinks that aren't suppose to happen actual happen within seconds of having the best weed ever with a couple of sweetheart mental head boys an, curly haired burnet and dark brown longed haired wavy haired one, but their is a 1st time for everything, 1st time having weed/drugs, a 1st time of stepping out of your shell, and lastly a first time getting letting a boy boys doing this to you also..

STATUS: MID-WAY STARTED

“WITH THOSE BABY-DOLL EYES—CAN—MAY I TAKE YOU OUT?”

BILLY HARGROVE x BLACK!SWEET!INNOCENT!BIMBO!READER

STRANGER THINGS SEIRES

FLUFF ONLY (MAYBE)

SUMMARY;

???

STATUS: THINKING ABOUT IT

ALSO, THERE RILL BE A CHAPTER ii. FOR THE "CRAVING HIS AND YOURS" SERIES, IM TAKING REQUESTS STILL AS ALWAYS, WHO I AM WILLING TO READ FOR IS THE FIRST PIN POST ON MY PAGE!

AT THE MOMENT IF ANYONE REQUEST;

ROWAN LASLOW, KENT, JONATHAN BYERS, ARGYLE, CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM, ROBIN BUCKLEY, GARETH EMERSON, KAREN WHEELER, DMITRI 'ENZO' ANTONOV, OR TASM!PETER PARKER, PHIL CALAHAM OR ONE OF MY TOP FAVORITES ID MAKE THEM SO FAST.

[heartshapedcowboy]

bored teens & bubble rings (lucas + max)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: my neighborhood corner stores happen to have lots of random things so just roll with it lol, this took me so long and is a little boring in a few parts to me but ️️please let me know what you think! 🖤

warnings: max is baby, lucas is a sweetheart, and lumax being soft

  (part one to the lumax summer series)

                                        _____________________

                                             summer of ‘85

                                        _____________________

“I’m bored.”

Lucas looks over at Max where she’s laying upside down on the steps of his porch as he balls up the dirty rag in his hands, throwing it on the ground. 

They had spent a good half hour of being in each other’s company, only sharing a few words here and there-definitely still winding down from their rigorous race of skateboard vs. bicycle-as Lucas wiped down his bike.

“What do you wanna do?”

It takes longer than a moment for her to think of something than it usually does, the quiet slowly returning between them. She was stumped, not knowing what they could do, and she kept racking her brain for some idea-wanting to spend as much time with Lucas while she could for the day. On the other hand, she was itching to leave fingerprints on the metal of his freshly polished bike-knowing it would bug him with how meticulous he could be. 

But she decides against it, air pushing out from her mouth in a defeated sigh. “I don’t know, what do you wanna do?”

Wiping some sweat from his brow is a knee jerk reaction when he feels it begin to drip, and it has him walking over to be under the shade that the shadow of his house provides. He takes a deep breath once he’s there, sitting down next to her and leaning back on his elbows with his eyes to the sky-Max still thinks absentmindedly as she fiddles with the fraying ends of her dangling shoelaces.

Suddenly her legs are swinging around until she’s back to being right-side up, her head spinning just a little as she turns to Lucas. “Why don’t we go to the corner store? I think I want to spend my allowance.”

“The new one?” Lucas questions her with an almost uncertain look spreading across his face, but Max ignores it as she nods, “Yep, that’s the one.” 

Uncertainty turns into confusion as he squints his eyes, the sun continuing to play an annoying game of hide and seek behind the clouds. “What’s at the grocery store?”

“Groceries.” Max playfully deadpans, halfheartedly shoving him as she sucks her teeth. He still stares, unconvinced as she rests her elbows on her knees, “Oh just- come on, let’s find out.”

Lucas sighs but-of course-gives in, preparing to mount his bike before Max speaks up to stop him. “Wait, no bike today, let’s just walk.”

“Really?” Lucas turns to look at her, brows furrowing, “It’s like, a mile and a half away.” To which she immediately frowns and shakes her head, “Yep, never mind.”

Minutes later Hawkins’ newest big business stands tall before them and Max’s grin is wide and genuine as she pulls Lucas inside the store before he even finishes chaining up his bike.

Lucas’ facial muscles relax-not knowing it had been screwed up into a frown because of the heat- as he reaches toward her to tap her on the arm, “Max... do you feel that?” She nods, and they sigh in unison, “Air Conditioner.”

“Ok, come on, there’s no time to waste.”

Max excitedly pulled Lucas down nearly every aisle, the both of them picking up things then changing their mind and putting them back-sometimes not in their proper place.

“This is it!” She cheers, her ponytail swinging as she turns, smiling down at a bottle with a brightly wrapped picture label .

Lucas raises a questioning eyebrow, his face slowly scrunching up as he turns it away from the rubix cube he was eyeing. “Bubbles?”

“Of all the things in this store, that’s what you want to spend your allowance on?” Max nods, the grip her hand has on the bottle tightening with a certainty as Lucas continued, “Why don’t we just go half-and-half on one of those huge sundaes?”

“Oh come on, Lucas. Where’s your summer spirit?” At this statement, he folds his arms across his chest. “Alive and fully present. Where’s yours?”

Max rolls her eyes, “I’m bored, ok? Let me have this.”

Still a little reluctant, Lucas follows Max to the cash registers-after having grabbed two fudge bombs from the freezer aisle.

She’d wasted no time in ripping the safety seal off the bottle once they get outside-even spilling a little on herself in the process. Lucas watches her as he carefully unwraps his popsicle, that, of course, already started melting, and chucks the wrapper in a nearby trash can. 

Several bubbles fly from the small ring, staying mid-air for only a few seconds before popping.

She does it again and again, blowing multiple bubbles and reaching her hand out to pop a few of them herself. Moving to sit an angle towards Lucas, the cement burns the back of her thighs causing her to jump and yelp-the soapy substance sloshing around and spilling onto her hand.

Frowning and wiping her hand on her shorts, she addresses Lucas as she’s sitting on the edge of the curb, avoiding the cement so it wouldn’t touch her skin. “You wanna try it?” She nudges him excitedly, already moving to hand him the ring. 

“I’m good, thanks.” He declines politely.

Max pouts, sticking her tongue out at him while she decidedly lets her next set of bubbles blow right in his direction. He takes a while to notice what’s happening, so no longer able to wait patiently for him to catch up, she calls him. “Lucas.”

The moment his head turns he’s immediately met with a bunch of bubbles, all of them popping once they hit his face. And Max erupts into a fit of giggles, pointing at him and wheezing, “Y-Your face!”

Pure joy and amusement overpowers her face, her smile so big that her eyes are almost squinted shut by her cheeks, pinking from her laughter and the sweltering heat. 

It’s a sight that makes Lucas soft even when she blows another flurry of bubbles in his direction-laughing again as his reaction plays in her mind over and over again-even while he rolls his eyes and groans halfheartedly at her, something tugs in his heart, making his stomach churn in a feeling that’s not entirely unpleasant. So he lets her keep going, taking mental images of her smile as he hides his absolutely enamored grin behind his ice cream. 

Eventually the bubbles stop coming, and Lucas is almost done with his ice cream when he takes a glance at Max-who’s all but pouting at the now empty bottle in her hand. She doesn’t notice him counting his change that he’d stuffed in the pocket of his cargo shorts. 

Stuffing the extra bit of melted ice cream in his mouth, he tells Max that he’ll be right back as he gets up off the concrete, all but running back into the store.

When he gets back to the curb outside, Max is fiddling with her ponytail, the empty bottle of bubbles nowhere in sight as she braids and then unbraids her hair. 

She gasps when Lucas comes into view, her eyes landing on the brand new bottle of bubbles in his hand, as he sits back down. 

“Oh thank you, thank you!” She’s smiling as she reaches for the bottle with eager hands, scowling playfully when he snatches his hand back from her reach, a smile of his own on his face. 

“It‘s yours on one condition.” “Yeah? What’s that?” He knows giving it to her immediately subjects himself to more bubbles flying into his face but can’t bring himself to care about his own annoyance. 

The look of pure and utter joy she gives at Lucas’ annoyance makes it more than bearable, no matter how frustrating it actually is. 

“You blow them into Mike’s face more than mine.” Max snorts, “Ha! Deal,” and wastes no time in taking the bottle from Lucas’ hand when he puts it back in her reach. His skin is still cool from the AC of the grocery store when she presses her lips against his cheek as a thank you, and his heart thumps excitedly in his chest.

“Can I have your other fudge bomb?” 

Lucas nods, “Sure, I got it for you anyway.”

[fhrlclln]

hi. literally JUST found your blog. dude i read both parts of you older man eddie fix and let’s just say i’m fucking LOSING IT. LITERALLG LOSING IT. OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD KFKSKFKGKGKDKKGGK PLEASE NEVER STOP

AND MAKE A THIRD PART OF OLDER!EDDIE WHERE THEY GO ON A DATE PLS PLS PLS IM DESPRATE

bABES I GOT U. TY SO MUCH y’all r nasty. also, sorry for the wait, i have conflicts with my schedule this week and i am currently vv busy. <3

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader pt. 3

a wonderful date and splendid fucking? also i’d like to clarify that reader here is about 22 and eddie is 32. so it’s set in 1998. ;>

—> pt. 1 , pt. 2

nsfw/smut under the cut

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your feet carries you to the other side of the road, heart pounding and thoughts yearning. the streets were dark, only the post-lights illuminating the whole block.

it’s been exactly 5 days since the little horny incident inside of your room. shameful it felt but you didn’t give a shit. and for 5 days without your parents home, you got the whole trailer for yourself— including inviting eddie in to bless your room. the sheets smelled like him, heavy scent of sex and cologne mixed in the sheets alongside the cigar smoke, and maybe a little bit of weed. you warned him not to stain your sheets again when he‘s showing up in his work overalls. he mostly stayed through the night, he had work in the morning through night, so you were sometimes left alone to wake up seeing him leave.

and here you are, heading straight to his mechanic shop just near from the movie rental store, family video. he had informed you a while ago in the morning as he was about to leave, that he’ll take you on the date today he promised after work. you were giddy, feeling like a teenager again. you agreed, shyly kissing him goodbye, as if you’re a couple— you hoped. of course, you craved more than that fantastic sex, everything seemed to click whenever the post-sex conversation comes around. you, cuddling in his arms, talking about everything with him.

your eyes sparkled seeing him now in your view, talking with a customer, chief jim hopper you recognized. eddie looked extra good, cloth thrown over his shoulder. smiling at the older man with his arms crossed, sweat still glistening on his arms, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. he hadn’t shaved, the prominent stubble on his face showing. you grinned, waiting bit until they’re done to surprise him.

“done me a good fix-up again, munson. can’t thank you enough. joyce’s been itching me to get this oil changed.”

“no problem, chief. happy to help.” he smiled, waving off to his last customer seeing the chief leave with the fixed truck, knowing the byers-hoppers family is waiting for him.

now all he needed to do was clean up and close the shop. eager to get back to you so he can finally fucking get you on that date. he rounded to the back of the garage, tired as ever as he wiped the cloth on his greasy hands, tossing back the cloth next to the unorganized set of tools on the shelf. not noticing your light steps as you entered inside, the smell of rubber and gas in the air, making your nose scrunch. eddie was still busy putting things back, certainly annoyed of the clutter he had created throughout.

“gonna need that fucking cleaned, ah shit—“ he sighed to himself, picking up a plier on the floor. suddenly, a tap on his shoulder caught him off-guard as he swiftly turned around, not expecting anyone as he was about to hit the intruder with the pliers he was holding, he stopped.

it was you.

“baby.” he sighed, seeing you smile. “i thought i was gonna get jumped.”

“defending yourself with pliers, mr. munson?” you teased seeing his hand still raised in the air with the mini pliers. he looked intimidating enough you guessed, if he was going to hit an intruder with it.eddie rolled his eyes at you as he sets the tool down to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. you leaned into his touch eagerly.

“could poke their eyes out and shit. that little thing is sharp.” he grinned boyishly as the stubble of his chin tickled you how close he is to your face, he looked into your eyes, raising a brow at your sudden visit.

“thought i said i’d pick you up after my work?”

“s-sorry, i got a little excited. just wanna surprise you.” you bashfully mumbled. his heart thumped hearing that.

“for our date, ey?” he teased, kissing you again, on the lips this time. you whined against his mouth as he chuckled, mumbling against your lips. “you just couldn’t even fucking wait.”

“i missed you.” you whispered, circling your arms around his neck. eddie let out a low chuckle seeing you so desperate for his touch. he did missed you too, all day he’s been thinking what he’ll spoil you tonight for the date. his motor-grease stained hands dropped to his sides, a little cautious now, afraid he’s gonna get you dirty.

“as much as i would love to hold you, sweetheart. ‘m kinda greasy.” he whispers, kissing your cheek again. you huffed, visibly riled up as he stepped back with a smirk.

“i don’t mind a little grease…” you quipped, still a little shy as checked him out, leaning against the car behind you. gaze suggestive. he swore he might’ve pounced on you here and then.

“nu-uh, i’m not gonna fuck you here. it’ll be bad for business.” he chuckled, you blushed, rolling your eyes seeing him so smug as he unbuttons his overalls. familiar white tank top showing underneath as eddie busied himself in cleaning himself up in front of you. your eyes focused on him. mainly on his bulging arms, littered with tattoos over the years, you guessed. his biceps were mainly the killer part of his body you so adored, he’s buff, probably from lifting heavy objects in his profession, maybe working out from time to time.

he just looks like a fucking metal dilf.

well he’s not… yet. but, you could certainly make him one, if you could afford a child. that would be a thought you’d consider as you bit your lip, still checking him out.

“if you’re gonna keep staring like that. i might just make it true, sweets.” he warned, feeling himself harden each second seeing you innocently bat your eyelashes to him. “don’t wanna miss our date.” he added.

“you’re unfair.” you pouted making him laugh as he shrugged off the sleeves of his overalls, tying it to his waist as neared towards you, offering a cheeky smile.

“go wait by the van. i won’t be too long.” he murmured, kissing you again as you hummed and nodded. he kissed the tip of your nose before you complied. your scent leaving behind as he stared at your ass before he quickly changed back to get on with it already. hitting something along the way.

you could hear his clumsiness back in the garage. you giggled, waiting by his van for a couple of minutes. the ache in your legs a bit annoying, but you learned to be patient, knowing it’ll get what you want in the end. eddie was practically jogging towards you, seeing his hair still nestled in the collar of printed tee he wore, probably a band merch and a slutty pair of tight ripped jeans with chains dangling complimenting his whole intimidating persona, plus the scruff facial hair. he looked delectable.

“ready for your world to be rocked?” he opens the passenger side for you.

“as ever.” you nodded, fixing his hair a bit as you eagerly hopped in his van.

the start of the date was spectacular. he took you out to a diner, he was a little insecure knowing a diner wasn’t that of a fancy first date basis. but you didn’t cared, as long as you get to be with him then everywhere with him is fine. you talked, a lot, and he as well. you got to know that he actually has an uncle living in the neighborhood, just that he had move out a couple years ago with him having a stable business. most of his friends are still in hawkins, you also got to know about the incident back in ‘86 before the supposed earthquake happened.

“so you were eddie the freak.” you quoted, shocked and somewhat sad that he had such a bad reputation in this small town back then. “that’s so horrible.”

eddie winced at that. “took them years for that title to get it out of their mouths.” he shrugged, looking somewhat sad now. “but the charges dropped. i’m a free man now since then, sweetheart. people learn to forget.”

“still.” you frowned, knowing how fucked up he must felt for the whole town to blame him for a murder he didn’t do. “that must’ve been hard on you. having the whole hawkins call you that.”

“somewhat.” he nodded bitterly then smiling widely seeing you pout so cute, knowing your empathy.

“don’t go being sad for me, sweets. wanna see you happy.” he grasped your hand, bringing it close to his lips as he kissed it. “it’s all in the past.”

“would’ve defended you back then.” you sighed, giving a small smile.

“and you were 10 back then.” he sipped his milkshake, smirking as your eyes widened.

“don’t r-remind me that!” you huffed and blushed, the age gap between you two wasn’t a big deal for eddie, you were both consenting adults. but he somehow liked to tease you how you got charmed by his old-ass. even though he looked like a intimidating middle-aged man, you got to learn he had a boyish side of him that fitted his personality perfectly. he’s still eddie from ‘86, just a little matured, old and hotter.

and here the two of you are, laying down on his couch this time, watching a movie on the t.v. hocus pocus playing through. your whole body was snuggled up against his, warmth radiating from him. he took a shower, complaining he ought to smell good before you latch on him. he smelled good, his hair was slightly damp, he had a cigarette on his lips as he lazily took a whiff from time to time, focusing on the screen.

dilf. you screamed in the inside, how the fuck were you so lucky right now? your eyes hungrily glanced at him slyly. you weren’t really paying attention to the movie from the start, you just knew ‘i put a spell on you’ was playing, focused on the man snuggled up against you. eddie wasn’t that oblivious as he puffed a smoke away, speaking up.

“you really do have a staring problem, don’t you?”

“h-hm?” you averted your gaze from him to o the screen, thighs clenching, his hand on your thigh squeezed tight as you wiggled at his touch. eddie leaned down to place a kiss on your jaw, the residue smell of the cigar on his mouth a nice seductive touch. you keened at it, giggling as he descended down to your neck, peppering kisses.

“eddie.” you whined, feeling him nip your neck, as winifred sanderson sung the chorus in the background. your neck craned to give him access as eddie chuckled against your soft skin, latching away as he stubbed his cigar on the ashtray.

“you’ve been eye-fucking me all day, sweetheart.” he casually says, pulling you close.

“weren’t you the one who started that first?” you challenged, implying on the eye-fucking, remembering the time he had fixed your dad’s car, you were there, sitting patiently beside your dad while he sent you teasing glances from time to time. he was bold to do that while you were literally beside your father, blushing furiously at it.

“well, yeah.” he rolled his eyes, the smug grin on his lips never fading. “but look at what that did now. i got you.” he cooed, covering your neck with kisses again, making you ticklish when his lips grazed that sweet spot. he peppered more on that.

“you’re i-infuriating.”

“and you’re a fucking vixen.” he growled. “since that day you invited me in, that innocent persona of yours was gone, huh?” he pushed you down the couch as he towered over you, the ache in his jeans too painful. “you just couldn’t even wait now. so impatient, sweetheart. fucking greedy.”

“eddie, please—“ you squealed as he ripped off the bottom of your clothes, getting you in your underwear as he shrugged off your top as quickly as possible. almost ripping the cloths. he threw them away somewhere as he basked in the bareness of your torso and your legs. the marks he left yesterday still prominent on your soft skin. his tongue stuck out of habit as he reached for the back of his shirt to pull it over his head. you whimpered seeing his bare chest, chest hair prominent, his pale skin littered with tattoos and fading scars you’ve noticed yet did not pester to ask him about those. his guitar pick necklace rest beautifully on his pecks.

“be quiet.” he shushed you, gesturing to take your bra off. you complied, arching your back a bit as you unclasped it, your breasts bouncing out of it’s confines.

“jesus.” he muttered seeing your plumps of flesh jiggle before him as you tossed the bra away, setting back down on the couch comfortably. he grinned, descending down as you opened your legs eagerly for him. his hands touched your thighs, mounding the plump flesh as he kissed your knee then downwards. the stubble of his chin tickling you as you giggled at it.

“your beard’s tickling me.” you huffed, mixing with pleasure as eddie ignored you, focused on the wet patch on your cotton panties. wet and waiting for him.

“yeah, you fucking like it.” he quipped, curling his fingers on the hem of it as he roughly pulled it down to your ankles. your eyes widened as your bare cunt hit the cold air, eddie chuckled seeing you wriggle, he sat back down as he kissed your inner thigh, looking straight back at you with eager eyes. you blinked seeing him smirk.

“eddie…”

“be quiet while i eat your pussy out. wouldn’t want our christian neighbors hearing us.” he warned, diving in between your legs with no further warning. you squealed quietly feeling his tongue lap your wet cunt.

he ate you out like a man starved off his last meal. he was messy, so sloppy with his tongue circling your clit, sucking the engorged bead in his mouth, moaning at the same time with your tang taste. the vibrations sent pleasure all over your body as your hands gripped his curly hair. he groaned at the harsh pull, liking the way your thighs were squeezing his head. he could die like this, an honorable man’s death, dying between your legs and breathing in your pussy out like oxygen. god, would it make him more than happy. he lapped, sucked, shoved his fingers in to ready your cunt. eager to shove his whole cock in, remembering seeing your face of pleasure as he slurped your cunt out. he fumbled with jeans now as your quiet whimpers and moans riled him up.

he wasn’t going to hold back now.

“f-fuck!” you mumbled in the cushion of his couch. gripping the weed-scented cushion tight as your knees gave out a while ago. after he fucking ate you out, coaxing at least one powerful orgasm, he manhandled you onto your hands and knees, shoving his cock in, a little rougher but still slow to not hurt you. he fucked you from behind, hands gripping your ass, the sound of skin slapping lewdly filling his trailer.

“eddie, right t-there!” you gasped, the tip of his cock hitting that spongy spot making you see stars as your hand descended down to rub your clit.

eddie grinned. “right there, huh?” he mocked, pounding in harder as he shoved your hand away for his to replace, rubbing your wet bean faster. you sobbed, relishing the way his girth of a cock pound into with no mercy. you mewled, chanting his name like a prayer. your head went mushy, all you could feel and think about was his member, abusing your poor pussy as you babbled your mouth out, managing to keep it hush. eddie craved for your fucked-out brain, so cock-drunk as he is so pussy-drunk now. that title of his spewing out of your mouth now driving him wild.

“mr. munson…”

he shuddered.

“mr. munson, p-please.”

he remembers the first time you uttered that name out. like a aphrodisiac he so wanted to lure him in.

“mr. munson!”

like a fucking siren’s song that’ll drown him here and now.

“eddie—“

that one quiet whimper got him into a frenzy as he fucked himself faster, feeling his balls tighten as well as your cunt around him. he rubbed your clit, his chest pressing against your back, one arm situated at the side of your head for leverage, rutting into ruthlessly as he captured your lips, not caring if his neck would sore. you moaned, titling your head up uncomfortably, hand gripping his bicep, tongue circling with his as one last thrust sent you two over the edge to—

pure fucking euphoria.

eddie rode it out, driving your orgasm high as you milked him tight. your belly snapped, gushing out a bit of your liquid as he pumped you up full of his thick milky cum. you moaned as he grunted, pushing his cock in further, before he removed his hand from your clit, slumping against your body as his mouth panted against yours. you sighed breathlessly, your eyes fluttered staring at his brown ones. just pure affection.

“so g-good, baby. did so good.” he whispered hoarsely, kissing you again, soft and gentle this time. you hummed, reciprocating with ease. your bodies were hot against each other, sweat glistening both your skins. you kissed him so full of passion as you smiled against his lips. your heart thumped, the familiar feelings of butterflies as you pulled away to pressed your forehead to his. relishing the moment of the aftermath. his cock still buried inside you, connecting you two.

“thank you.” you mumbled, pecking his lips, thankful for the date and all. eddie smiled sweetly, his pearls showing briefly as the tip of his nose brushed against yours. something snapped in the moment as his gaze turned serious. the sound of the car in the background earning your attention as you focused on him. he looked like he was about to confess.

he stuttered, heart beating loudly as he admired you, chest full of adoration. “i l—“

“where in the hell is y/n at!?” your eyes both widened at the sound of your father’s voice. you gasped as you looked at eddie with complete shock, cock still buried in your pussy as your parents just fucking arrived back from their anniversary vacation.

“oh fuck.” you groaned as eddie let out a laugh. you glared at him as you squeezed him tight making him groan. putting his whole body weight on you as you yelled at him.

“ohh, fuck indeed, sweetheart.”

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FUCK. literally. they fuck a lot.

[dckweed]

Hopper x f reader smut where hopper arrest the reader (maybe for speeding or something) and the reader seduces him and fucks him to get out of it. (Hopper uses handcuffs and degrades the reader)

ahh yes, thank you for re-asking i had the whole thing written and i was trying to change the gif bc i didn't like what i had and instead of deleting the gif i deleted the whole fucking post and didn't have it backed up.

anyways sorry this took so long but im definitely on my hopper shit today lmao ;)

warnings: MINORS DO NOT OPEN! please use condoms, this is for fictional pleasure only. public sex, use of handcuffs, slight degradation, a lot of hop doing some man handling bc let's face it, that's a man that knows how to handle shit. y'all are gonna die at the end.

"..PLEASE OFFICER, IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN DO?.." jim hopper x female!reader

you knew you were speeding okay, but it was a country back road that was generally the road less traveled and okay maybe you weren't really in such a rush that you needed to be doing eighty-five miles an hour in a fifty-five zone, but fuck you'd be lying to yourself if you said that you didn't want be caught right now.

It was that time of the day where you knew that your favorite police officer, infact the sexiest police officer would be patrolling the road, watching for people breaking the speed limits. It was generally kids that sped through here, and they were typically few and far between so you weren't worried about what would happen if someone potentially saw you if your plan actually worked.

And if someone did see? Who cares, they would probably be too intimidated to spread rumors around town anyway once they saw who was involved.

It wasn't more than a couple moments later when you rounded a bend in the road, and you could see his car just up ahead in a small roadside clearing. You smirked to yourself, pushing the pedal down farther, urging your sporty little two seater car to go faster. She doesn't disappoint and by the time you blow past him the speedometer says you're pushing one hundred and fifteen.

You cant help but grin to yourself, you glance behind you in the rear view mirror, he pulling out at top speed, the rear end swaying from the force of how hard he hit rhe gas pedal how fast it's trying to move. You see his lights flip on and you start to slow down, using your turn signal to let him know you were pulling off into a deserted part of the road, slowly coming to a stop.

You put your car in park, and roll down the window, turning off the ignition. You hear his door slam and can practically feel him stomping over to you, quickly you make sure you look okay.

"Do you know how fucking fast you were goin?" He asks, hands cocked in his hips, that half annoyed, half angry edge to his voice that just turns you on. You can't help but rub your thighs together at the sound as you look up at him, admiring the way his uniform clings tightly to his large biceps.

You look up at him, a coy smile on your red painted lips. You shrug, pushing your tits together and up in the process as you lean towards him, poking your head slightly out of the window. "I'm sorry, Chief," You say, giving him a small innocent pout. "she handles so smoothly I didn't realize how hard i was riding the pedal.." It was the honest truth, it really was that smooth of a ride. You wouldn't lie if there wasn't a hint of a sultry tone to your voice as you spoke, hoping that he would catch on to your flirting.

The man sighs, running his hand over his face, though you notice a change in his demeanor as he looks at you. "Step out of the car Miss," He says, beckoning you out and you try oh so hard to contain your excitement. You open the car door and swing your legs out, your high heeled feet hitting the ground as you push yourself to a stand position, straightening out the short skirt that ridden up just enough to let him know that you didn't have any panties on. You swear you hear him groan.

"Am i in trouble, sir?" You ask, leaning forward just enough to give him that sweet, sweet peek at your cleavage, ready to pop out of the too small blouse you wore.

"I'm afraid so," He says, stepping towards you, a serious look on his face as he brings out his ticket pad. He's in front of you now, his tall shadow overbearing you, you look up at him, head cocked to the side, your bottom lip caught ever so slightly between your teeth. "you've been a bit naughty, and naught girls get tickets, don't they?" His voice is husky, thick with the emotion of the moment and god does it turn you on farther.

You pout, reaching your hand out to give his bicep a light touch, bringing it to a nice squeeze as you speak. "Please, officer, is there anything I could do to get out of it?" You ask, again, allowing your tits to almost spill out of your shirt as you show them off, clenching your thighs together to get the least bit of friction you can in that moment, because fuck if Jim Hopper didn't get you going, you didn't know what did. "Anything at all?"

He sucks in a sharp breath as your hand starts trailing downward, your eyes following it. You can just make out the outline of his hard cock through his pants, and god it takes everything in you not to drop to your knees and suck him off right then and there.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back, miss," He says, voice low. "you're under arrest for being such a needy little whore that you're willing to fuck me to get out of a speeding ticket." He turns you around as he speaks, forcing you to bend down over the trunk of your car as you hear his handcuffs. Within moments they're around you, his stiff cock pressing against you from inside of his pants as he uses his pelvis to keep your in place, his hands going to pat you down as he tightens the cuffs. His hands linger in certain places, squeezing your hips gently before making their way up and around to your front, gripping your shirt and pulling it down to expose your tits, you hiss as your nipples hit the cool surface of your car.

"Fuck, if you be a good little whore, maybe ill give you what you want, okay?" He says and you already being putty in his large hands just nod vigorously. He chuckles, his hand going to your ass, squeezing nice and tight before giving it a rough slap, the skirt having rode up all the way in this position. You feel him press harder against you and you can't help the moan that escapes, or the way that you press right back against him, begging him to do something at this point.

"Tell me what you want, naughty girl," You hear him say as he loosens his zipper just enough to pull his cock out. You feel it hit your ass cheek and just barely ghost over your glistening pussy that's just out there for the world to see, waiting for him. "you want your chief to fuck the bad right out of you, hm? Right here on the side of the road over the back of your car like the whore you fucking are?"

You moan loudly, moving your ass around, trying to touch him with your pussy. He lands a harsh blow to the skin, leaving you stinging but still begging for more. "Fuck, Chief, yes I want you to fuck me right here, just like this.. please.." You say, knowing that that was what he was waiting for.

"Well, if you think it will help." You hear him say before pushing himself inside of you, you take him all the way to the base in one go, both of you moaning at the sensation. You were so wet it was dripping down your legs at this point, and fuck if you weren't already in the edge of cuming. You would never understand how he could do this to you, but fuck you loved it. "Fuck, pussy so fucking tight for me, my own personal whore, huh?"

You nod, a moan coming out as he starts moving, a steady, sharp pace coming out. "Fuck, fuck.." You chant out, feeling your car rocking back and forth under the two of you, you moan loudly as he shifts you ever so slightly and you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix, he keeps you there, moving to more punishing pace as he continues to hit that spot, you can't even moan at this point everything is coming out in short, shaking breaths.

You try to move your hands, reaching for any part of him that you can touch but he pushes them back down, grabbing a handful of your ass at the same time. "Bad girls don't get to fucking touch!" He growls into your ear. "I can feel how fucking tight you are around me, such a hungry little whore you can't even hold out for me huh? Gonna cum right now on my fucking cock aren't you?"

"oh..sh-ahut-fuck.." You manage to grunt out, half of it inaudible and broken up by each thrust into your already over stimulated pussy but fuck it felt good, your orgasm washed over you within seconds and you felt your self clench around him so tight that you heard him give a loud groan, his hips stuttering as he cums without meaning to, your pussy squeezing it out of him, milking him as he thrust slowly into you. "Such a fucking whore that you milked my fucking cock..good fucking girl.." You hear him say, breathless as he gives one last slap to your ass, squeezing once more before pulling out of you.

He helps you stand with a chuckle after he zips his cock back into his pants. "That was.. spontaneous of you, love." He says, kissing your neck and shoulder before kissing your lips. "Holy shit I don't think you've made me cum like that before."

You laugh, turning around to face him as he takes off the cuffs. "Well, Chief, guess we know what we're doing tonight huh?" You tease, stuffing your boobs back into your top. You lean up to give him a kiss. "I'll see you at dinner, don't be late!" You say, he gives you one last kiss and another squeeze to the ass before watching you get back into your car and drive off, obeying the speed limits this time. You didn't think you could handle another round like that this quickly.

[manohmangreeneyes]

The Harrigtons™

summary: steve harrington x y/n byers and their six little nuggets' life

characters: dad!steve x byers!y/n, joyce x hopper, will, jonothan, el, dustin, lucas x max, mike

warnings: ST4 VOL. 2 SPOILERS!! fluff, minimal swearing, pregnancy, hinted smut, childbirth, that's probably it :)

legend: italics = not in the moment narration, ~~~ = scene change

a/n: ik literally nobody pays attention to these but if this sucks i'm sorry it's my first time writing :,) also i tried really hard to keep steve in-character, bc i read so many of these where he totally isn't.. takes place after season four, except there's no ominous ending (i'm coming for u duffers) also nancy is non-existent in this fic (i love her but she would be problematic due to ST4 ship moments; and there's no mileven or byler bc will and el are way to good for mike and the im convinced byler car scene was will finally letting himself let go of mike)

anyways enjoy

~~~

"STEVE!" I cried, sitting on the cold tile of our shared bedroom's bathroom.

He sprinted in from the kitchen- with the glass of water he went to get for me- breathless. "What's it say?"

I flipped the pregnancy test around, revealing two pink lines.

"YES!" he cried, high-fiving me ecstatically. "This is so great, y/n," he smiled, kneeling down to my spot on the floor.

"We're gonna be parents," I murmured, caressing my boyfriend's face gently.

"The start of our Brood of Harringtons™!" He cheered.

~~~

You're probably wondering, "What had you done to get in this situation?" Hopefully not literally, but that's not the point. Well, after all of the chaos in Hawkins, me and Steve finally decided what was most important to the both of us: each other.

Now, I know it was cheesy for us to realize that, but c'mon, where did you think all those clichés came from?

After Steve's sappy speech in the Winnebago, and the terrifying threats of the Upside Down, we worked towards making that dream a reality.

Steve enrolled in ILEA, or the Police Academy for Indiana. I went back to college, seeing as I had been accepted to the local community college. Me and Steve had planned to wait to get married and have our "six little nuggets", as he calls them, until after college. But things don't always go according to plan- especially after a few drinks and a local party (which I remember nothing, not even whose party it was). I missed my monthly twice, and finally told Steve. Of course, he was beyond happy, and ran out to buy a few pregnancy tests. And that's how we ended up talking about our baby-to-come on a Sunday afternoon, on the floor of our bathroom.

But that was back in '87, a whole year after the last.. incident. But I'm not here to talk about that. I'm here to tell you about my family, The Harrington's.

~~~

Nine months after that, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy: Matthew James Harrington. Born October 7, 1987, at 6:22 in the morning, after 13 long hours of excruciating pain. Here's how it went..

"Hey, Steve..?" I said calmly.

"Yeah, babe?" Steve called from over his shoulder. He was on a ladder, fixing a dead lightbulb in the nursery.

"So, don't freak out," I said, still calm. Which, of course, made Steve turn around, and see me waddle in with my water broken all over my pants.

"Oh. Oh! OH, SSSSSSHIT!" He yelled, scrambling down the ladder. "Ooookay, okay. Stay calm, alright! You go take a bath, change into your hospital clothes, and we'll get in the car, and drive to the hospital!" He listed as he guided me into the bathroom, starting a bath and lying out my hospital clothes.

"Alright, I'll stay calm," I giggled, laughing at his panicked state.

After helping me into the bath, he darted between the bathroom and bedroom, continuously asking me how I felt. "Are you sure you don't need anything? Like, absolutely sure? Because I can get you anything you need," He rambled.

"I need you to stop asking me if I'm alright every five seconds. I'll let you know if I'm in any pain." I sighed.

"Okay, okay, sorry." He muttered, helping me out of the bath after a bit and handing me my clothes.

(Which I may or may not have had to ask for help to put on)

~~~

Steve had called my Mom (Joyce), Stepdad (Hop), Stepsister (El), and Brothers (Jon and Will) once we were at the hospital. They rushed over, only Mom and Steve following me into the delivery room.

"It's alright sweetheart, it's almost time," my mother cooed, pressing kisses to my sweaty forehead as she smoothed my hair. "You're almost there."

As expected, I was crying in pain. Scratch that, I was wailing. Childbirth is my least favorite thing, just to be clear.

"Good job, y/n.. good job, hon." Steve was repeating this like his life depends on it, his hand in mine as I squeezed it, nearly breaking his hand.

"I was prepared for pain, not whatever the hell this is!" I screeched, letting out a final push. And then I heard it. Sure, anyone else would have covered their ears at the sound of a screaming baby, but when it's yours, it is an entirely different experience.

Steve let go of my hand, walking over to the nurse holding our son. "Can I...?" He whispered. The nurse nodded, handing him our baby.

"Good job, sweetie.. you did so good." Mom sobbed as she kisses my head. She gave my hand a squeeze as Steve handed me our first baby.

"Hi, little man," I blubbered, "Hello, it's mama." Different flavors of that sentence passed between my giggles and sobs.

"We did good, huh?" Steve murmured, stroking my hair and holding our son's head.

"If you mean me by 'we', then, yes, I did do good." I teased, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Mom scooped the baby up softly, murmuring to him as me and Steve filled out our new baby's birth certificate. I looked back over once we finished, smiling at my mother and son.

"Yes, hello.... It's me, it's Grandma," she cooed.

I was really grateful for my mom and Hopper; they didn't waste one second in congratulating me and Steve. There were no lectures about how we were barely twenty, only loving support. Especially from the kids; they were all about being uncles and aunts. Steve's parents, however, were a different story.

Steve hasn't had the best relationship with his parents; his father really cared about what Steve did with his life. Which doesn't sound bad, except for the fact that that was all he cared about. Steve's mother was the same story, with a bit of 'I love you's sprinkled in between the lectures.

We had decided to keep Chris and babies-to-come out of his parents' lives. Steve wasn't comfortable with our kids being exposed to the same thing he was.

But my family's support and loved was very visible when they came in to meet baby Chris.

~~~

The boys walked in first, as the hospital only allowed two at a time (which meant Mom and Steve were kicked out). Will was carrying a bouquet of flowers for Steve and I, and Jonathan was holding his camera, jumping at the chance for pictures of his brand-new nephew.

"Hey, y/n/n," Will said. He walked over, sitting in the chair next to me. He peered at the tiny baby swaddled in puffy blankets. "And hello, baby...?"

"Christopher James Harrington." I stated proudly.

"Yeah, I'm not repeating all of that. Hi there, Chris." My younger brother cooed.

"Alright, move, my turn," Jonathan said after Will had got a chance to hold Chris. "Can I take a picture of you?" he asked.

You hadn't expected anything less from your twin brother. "One picture," you sighed. "Only one."

He smiled, snapping a picture of the two of you. "Now it's my turn to hold him... Hi there, Christopher.." he cooed, then looked back up to me. "He is the spitting image of Steve. The hair and everything."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna have my hands full."

After the boys left me, El and Hopper walked in. El, never having held or been exposed to a baby, was extremely nervous. She let Hop go first, and he gladly accepted the offer.

"Let me get my hands on this monster," he uttered softly. It seems a bit harsh for a newborn, but I didn't expect any mushy baby-talk from him. "Hey there, Chris, It's Grandpa. I.." Jim went on talking to Chris as I motion El to come stand on my other side.

"Don't be nervous, El. You're gonna be just fine," I spoke. "I'll be right here and Jim's gonna help you hold her."

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I won't.. hurt him?"

"You would never." I promised.

With that, she walked over and sat in the chair. Hop helped her hold Christopher, and soon she was giggling at his little cries and squeaks.

After that, Steve came in to help us to the car. However, I refused to drive home, afraid the carseat wasn't in properly. Hopper checked it three times, but every time I looked at it and shook my head.

So, yes. I did, in fact, walk home with my newborn and boyfriend, the rest of my family following in the two cars that were brought.

~~~

I jumped, hearing a clamor and lots of various "LET US IN!"s at my front door. It was just two days after me and Chris came home from the hospital, and Steve had told the Teens to wait a few days until unleashing their chaos on our new baby. I laughed, making a "be quiet" signal as I opened the door to the Teens.

"Oh, don't tell me he's asleep!" Dustin complained.

"No, but you can't shout around a newborn regardless." I laughed.

They filed in and sat around the living room as I headed upstairs. "Guess who's here," I cooed to my son.

"I don't have to guess, I can hear them from up here," Steve said, walking in to hug me from behind.

"Hate to break it to you, but I wasn't talking to you, love. But, you do get to change him!" I said, handing the baby to Steve.

Steve sighed, sniffing his son. "Wow- that smells horrible. He's only drinking milk?" he coughed, beginning to change your baby.

"I'll be waiting with them," I laughed.

~~~

After changing him, Steve brought Chris down, handing him to Dustin first.

"I swear to you, Henderson, if you drop my kid you'll never be seen again," he warned, gently placing Chris in Dustin's arms.

The Teens crowded around him, all cooing and laughing at his every movement and sound. El and Will sat back with you, and Steve was behind the couch.

"Are you really going to let Mike hold him?" Will asked doubtfully.

"Yes," I said, seeing Mike glare over at Will. Then leaning into my little brother's ear, "sit next to him when he does." Which earned a laugh from the pair.

After they all had gotten a chance to hold Christopher, Max had called dibs on holding her the rest of the time, save little breaks when El would hold her. Steve and Dustin cooked dinner under the supervision of Lucas. Not that he was any more equipped, but if Steve and Dustin got into an argument, he was there to make sure nothing was set on fire.

And that's how things were. I loved the Teens, and not just because they were free babysitters. I knew that I was never going to have to worry about my babies, they were going to be very well cared for.

~~~

A few years later, Steve is Chief of Police. Yes, he's graduated from ILEA. I got a job at Hawkins' Law Firm, even if I was only their receptionist, and graduated college. It was now 1990, and me and Steve have two kids with another on the way. Christopher was now three years old, and a carbon copy of his father. We have a one and a half year old girl, Jessica. She was, and is, also a carbon copy of Steve, much to my annoyance that none of our babies take after me. Our next baby is also a girl, and I was about seven months along. We're naming her Emily.

Oh, and I almost forgot. Me and Steve tied the knot. After I gave birth to Jessica, he proposed to me. Not right after obviously, but about a month.

"So, what's the occasion?" I giggled, me and Steve sitting under a tree at Lovers' Lake.

"The occasion," Steve mocked my words, "is that I love you and our little family."

"That was the occasion when Jessica spit up on your back at breakfast today," I smiled. "so what's the real occasion?"

Steve sighed, pulling out a ring from his jean pocket. "The occasion," he murmured, "is our engagement..?" he ended it as a question.

"Steve, are you for real?" My voice trembled, on the verge of tears. It's crazy how even when I'm not pregnant my emotions can change in a matter of minutes.

He nodded. "Uhm, duh," He kissed my neck. "So?" Steve was never patient.

"Yes! Of course!" I sobbed- or laughed- well, both. "Gimme," I sniffled, looking at the simple silver band, lined with tiny diamonds. "Steve, it's beautiful."

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it."

~~~

"Mama," a small voice whispered, crawling on top of me, tiny knees and elbows crashing into my face. "Mama, it's time to go now."

I sighed, opening my eyes to a pair of identical y/e/c ones. "You're right, baby."

Steve walked in, tackling our youngest. "C'mon, nugget, let's go eat breakfast while Mama gets dressed."

I stretched, smiling. "You made breakfast?"

"I did," He smiled. "Everyone's up, except you. So let's go, chop chop."

"Alright, alright. I'll be down soon."

Steve and I have two boys and four girls. Not quite what we had planned, but we have no complaints. As I said before, things don't always go according to plan.

So here's our not-so-little family tree: Christopher James Harrington, born 1987. Jessica Brittany Harrington, born 1989. Emily Joyce Harrington, born 1991. The twins, Eddie Brian and Tiffany Michelle Harrington, born 1993. And lastly, Rachel Alison Harrington, born 1996.

~~~

"Have I told you what a great husband you are?" I murmured, hugging Steve from behind.

"Mm, not yet, I don't think so," he teased, passing down pancakes with the help of Chris.

"Well, you are." I smiled, scattering kisses on my husband's neck (much to our kids' disgust).

"I figured."

I sat down with my family, finishing up breakfast. After that, we all piled into our Winnebago, off on our long talked about Harrington Summer Road Trip.

~~~

So there we are. A whole brood, army, cult, whatever you'd like to call it, of Harringtons. There were some bumps along the way, like the time Steve dropped Eddie when he was two months old. Or the time I forgot Christopher at the grocery store when he was eight. But let's talk about high points: I started taking weekends and Wednesdays off to take care of the kids, and Steve came home earlier and left later for work. We got a dog, a golden retriever named Scooter. Robin comes over to babysit, along with Dustin and El. Sometimes Will tags along on our family trips, dragging Jonathan along. Jess got accepted onto the cheer team, and Tiffany is the head of the mathletes. Ed is a track star, and Rachel is an off-balanced ballerina. Chris is a basketball star, just like his dad. And Emily joined the AV club, ironically enough.

I guess that's it. Our Brood of Harringtons™. And boy, are we happy.

~~~

a/n: i'm sorry that gave me Cheaper By The Dozen vibes :,/ anyways requests are open for any Marvel or Stranger Things requests :)

[clonecaptains]

I don't know if youre still taking them, but 75 or 63 (with Hopper as the presenter), would be amazing!

75. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing + 63. Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek // light smut/comfort // 1.5k // masterlist

a/n: this is self indulgent cuz im a huge queen fan lol. but it could fit if we ignore the ending of s3! live aid happened in early july in 1985 - queen performed and the later in the even freddie mercury sang a song w/ brian may. those two performances are mentioned but you don’t need to have seen them unless you just want to!

“This next song is only dedicated to beautiful people here tonight. It means all of you. Thank you for coming along, and making this a great occasion. 🎶 This thing, called love. I just can’t handle it -🎶”

“It’s the mustache isn’t it?”

Hopper’s voice cuts through the TV. You’re watching Queen’s performance at Live Aid.

“Shh!” you shush him harshly, you want to hear. This is the show you’ve been waiting for.

Your eyes are glued to the set, watching one of your favorite bands perform. You clap along, and sing to your favorite. Sure Hopper likes Queen, who doesn’t? And if he’s honest, he loves seeing your excitement and the smile on your face. He watches you as you sit together on the couch.

When it’s over, you wipe a tear from you eye, and he can’t help but smile at you getting emotional over a good song. He won’t deny the performance was powerful.

But now that’s it’s over, he’s got to tease you about it.

Just a little.

“So it’s the mustache isn’t it?”

“What about it?” you ask getting up from the couch. The next act is performing, but you’re not interested. “Yours or his?” you ask with a smirk.

“Is that why you like him? Or do you like mine cuz it reminds you of his?”

You almost drop your can of Coke on the floor at his question.

“What?” he laughs at your laughter.

“You seriously think that I’m dating you because of your mustache maybe reminds me of Freddie Mercury’s? Babe. Come on.”

You sit back down on the couch, and lay your feet in Hopper’s lap. You pop the coke tab, and take a long swig. A warm hand begins to massage your feet and rub up and down your calves. It’s a quiet comfortableness as you watch the next act on TV.

It was almost perfect, until the phone rings.

“I’ll get it,” he gently lifts your feet off his lap, and grunts as he gets up for the phone. “Yeah, Chief here,” he answers.

You don’t have to hear the other person to know something happened and Hopper needs to go in. You can tell from the look on his face alone. You sigh, and so does he. It was supposed to be a nice afternoon with just the two of you. A day off for you both finally. And if he’s getting called in, it’s bad news.

He hangs up the phone, and disappears into your room to change clothes. You get up too, and wait by the door for him. When he comes, he’s all dressed except for his hat, which you’ve got in your hands.

Before you put it on him, you look him in the eye. “Hop, be careful. Please.”

“I will baby,” he leans down to give you a chaste kiss. When the kiss breaks, you put the hat on his head. He gives a soft wink and leans down to you once more. This time he puts his cheek towards you lips, asking for a cheek kiss. With a laugh of course you oblige. He grins himself, and heads out the door.

Now you’re alone, which isn’t unusual when he’s working. But you weren’t planning on this. So you settle on the couch to watch more Live Aid. It’s an all day thing, so you might as well.

It’s hours before Hopper comes home. You’ve already eaten supper at this time of night. You made him a plate, and he’s too exhausted to even heat it back up. He sits at the table, and you rub his back while he eats.

“You ok?” you ask him. He’s very quiet, though you guess that’s expected from a long unexpected day at work.

“Tired,” is his short response. “Your boyfriend’s back on TV,” Hop points with his fork in the direction of the television. Freddie Mercury is singing a song now alone.

“Hop, are you jealous? Hmm?” you tease and kiss his cheek warmly. You throw your arms around his shoulders and hold him.

“Of his mustache? Maybe,” he muses and playfully smooths down his mustache, “But I’m the one who gets to take you home, so I guess I win.”

“Exactly,” you smile and kiss his cheek again.

“Hey,” Hop whispers and turns his head to capture your lips with his own. “Baby, you wanna feel this mustache?” he growls playfully.

“Hop, don’t ruin it,” you giggle and kiss him again. You cradle his cheeks in your hands, and you get a good look at his face when you pull away. He looks exhausted. Bags under his eyes, that deep crease is in between his brows. He’s got a slight smirk, but his lips are still in a line of stress. You kiss his forehead, and wrap your arms around his head. You pull him to your chest, and he sighs heavily.

He’s weary.

“That offer still stands about the mustache,” he murmurs into your chest.

“Baby, you’re exhausted.” As much as you would love to take him up on his offer, you’re not sure. Until a big hand slides up your leg and grabs a handful of your ass.

“You sure?” he asks. It dawns on you maybe he needs this, for a pleasant distraction. He tries not to take work home with him, and maybe, he needs to forget.

“You make a pretty convincing argument,” you gasp as he kneads his fingers into your flesh.

He stands, and he towers over you. His size making your knees weak. He starts to hum Crazy Little Thing Called Love, one of the songs Queen performed earlier, and he lifts you into his arms.

He undresses slowly, there’s no real urgency, and he’s still so tired.

“Hop, sit down,” you tell him once he’s undressed. He nods, and sits on the bed. You’re still dressed, and you let him help you. You come to stand between his spread legs, his strong thighs have you trapped.

He peels off your shirt, and all but shoves your shorts and underwear off your body. He saves your bra for last, he presses his lips (and mustache) to your sternum, as his hands move around to unclasp your bra. His eyes are closed, and on muscle memory, he glides his lips down your breast to find a nipple. A hand blazes the same trail to the other. Your knees buckle from the pleasure, but his other hand anticipates this, and rests firmly on your hip, then moves to wrap around your waist.

Hopper pleasures your chest for a while. Almost more than you can bear. He’s not even opened his eyes. Your hands claw at his back and tug at his hair, urging him on and he growls against your skin.

He slips a hand between your legs, and when he feels the slick, he knows you’re more than ready for him. Two strong hands grab your hips, and he maneuvers you onto his lap. Then he guides you down onto him, he’s aching for you. With a heavy groan, he shudders as you take him. You wrap your arms around his head for the second time that night, his face in your neck. You move up and down with the guidance from his hands. It’s not fast, it’s aching and slow, but such a good ache.

His thumb finds your center, and teases you. He works you over until you’re coming around him. When you sigh into his ear, he finds his release and groans into your neck. He looks up at you with a sleepy grin.

“Maybe tomorrow I can really use the mustache on you,” he whispers as if it’s an apology he didn’t do more.

“Maybe I do like his better,” you tease. Which earns you a love bite on your neck and some tickles to your ribs. You climb off his lap, and he falls back on the bed with a tired groan.

He adjusts himself to lay on his side of the bed. He gets on his back ready for you to join him to curl up under his arm. He won’t admit it, but post sex pillow talk is one of his favorite things.

You get ready for bed, and climb in next to him and you curl into your spot under his arm. You say something, but his only response is a “mhmm.” When you look, his eyes are closed. It’s mere seconds before he starts snoring.

You smile, and kiss his cheek, then his shoulder. You snuggle under the covers, a hint of pride hits you. You did exactly what you set out to do, you wore him out so he’d get some good sleep.

The next morning, you wake before him. When you wake, it stirs him awake.

“Good morning Chief,” you giggle and snuggle into him.

You see a look of confusion on his face, then realization hits him.

“What?” you ask seeing his range of emotions cross his face.

“Couldn’t remember why I was naked, then…” he smiles and flings the covers back. “I remembered I made you a promise.” He’s quick and pins you down, and his big hands go to spread your thighs. He’s gonna make sure you feel the mustache.

And oh do you feel it.

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Two Hands, Twenty Questions

So this was inspired by a sweet lil gif i saw a while ago of David Harbour’s “secret talent”. Im pregnant and horny soooooo....

Fair warning, this is ALL SMUT. NO PLOT. 18 PLUS ONLY.

“Ah fuck.” You muttered, trying to pull your now ripped belt loop of of your door handle to the kitchen. Today had not been your day, hell not even your week. The fucking kids had been getting into shit and damn, if you didn’t want a nap. A really, really, long nap. 

You sighed and just ripped the bitch off your jeans. You’d regret it later but you had to make it to the Sheriff’s Department for the part-time cleaning job you’d regrettably signed up for a little cash. Continuing to swear and mutter under your breath all the to the car, out of the driveway and through main street, you weren’t paying attention to the speed limit until mother fuckin’ Cheif Hopper’s blazer lights and siren popped up in your rear view mirror. 

Hitting the steering wheel and yelling a loud FUCK to the rear view. You reached into the center console, grabbed your license and registration and sat steaming until the bastard came up to your window. Taking his sweet time it would seem, too. 

“Well, look who it is...Y/N Y/L/N, the town flirt, speeding down main street. What ever are you in a hurry for?” He grinned, leaning in your mom’s car. 

“Look if this is about me getting ready to show up late to clean the department, I’m sorry but I do have two younger siblings to care for.” You gritted out, shoving the paperwork at him hoping he’d give you a warning and let you just leave. 

“Y/N, come on,” he said quietly, “I’m just giving you a shake down, relax. Just slow it down, alright? I’ll see you at the station.” He sighed out, standing up. Hop rolled his eyes, walked back to his car and slammed the door getting in. You both pulled off the curb after each other and headed to the station. 

About four hours later, after the ridiculous amount of stale donuts, what you think might have been chinese food at one point, and sweeping a metric ton cigarette butts had been swept and disinfected you sighed and threw the spray bottle back on the cart of cleaning supplies. You had worked up a sweat cleaning despite not have to finish the whole place for another week. Tired, sore and hands dry, you wheeled the cart back to the janitor’s closet that also needed to be reorganized. 

Walking back past the reception desk, you saw the chief’s light still on. Stilling, you looked at the door, partially cracked. This was a bad idea. After he threw you in the drunk tank a few weeks ago and you threw up on his shoes, you’d been steadily avoiding him. Admittedly, it’s hard to admit that you have a crush on someone after you puke on their standard-issue boots. You bite your lip and groan internally before going up to knock on the door of the office. 

“What?” comes a grumbled, angry reply. “I’m busy.” he continues. 

“Chief. It’s almost midnight, you should go home.” You say, pushing the door open. You lean against the frame, only for the hole from your ripped off belt loop to catch against the door hinges and rip the right butt pocket clear off your pants. 

“God dammit, motherfucking shit…” you start swearing and grumbling. Hopper leans back in his chair, failing not to laugh. 

“Fuck this shit, i’m going home.” Barely holding in tears, face going red with shame and embarrassment you turned to go to your car, pocket hole wide open. 

“Look Y/N, wait! Let me walk you to your car?” He looked at you pleadingly. 

“Fine, but hurry up, i’m tired.” You sigh. He flipped off the office light, locked up the station and followed you out to your car. Getting in, you throw your stuff on the passenger seat and shoved the key into the ignition, only to find that the car wouldn’t start. Tears welled back into your eyes and started to spill out all over again. You felt Hopper’s hands grab your arm and pull you out of the car and watched as he shut it, and locked it with the key.

“C’mon. We’re getting drinks.” He mutters and pushed you gently in the truck, heading off to the closest dive bar in town. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He says, after a few turns down town. “Well, I did throw up on your shoes.” You point out. “And like I said, I have a lot going on.” You sigh and look out the window. 

Hopper pulls into the bar parking lot and jumps out of the SUV, looking back with a look that throws “Well come on.” 

One bottle of Jack, three beers a piece and one fruity drink later, you’ve both dissolved into snorting and borderline giggles about nothing. “Okay, okay, what question are we on?” you slur to Hopper, drinking down another shot. “Nineteen? I think?” he mumbles out, smiling. You start to sober up, for just one clear moment and ask “What did I tell you that night you hauled me in?” you smile slyly. Hopper’s face fell for a moment and then smiled darkly. “You told me exactly what you wanted to do with my big, rough, hands.” He purred out. His tongue split his lips, slid over his bottom lip and back in, your eyes following the slow, enticing movement. 

“Oh did I?” You breathed out, sparks of heat hitting your cheeks, neck, and abdomen. The stare he gave you was heavy. It held secrets you weren’t sure you wanted to know. “Y/N,” he growled out, and reached for your arm. You pulled back, unsure if this was just the alcohol, he did fancy a younger woman and twenty two was still plenty young. You ran to the bathroom, shooting up quickly and banging your knee on the table. Hopper followed you to the door, hitting it trying to get you to open up. 

“Please, Y/N, I need you. Been wantin’ you since you told me you wanted me to take me hands and mark you, fuck you with my fingers.” Hands pressed on opposite sides of the door, both of your breathing heavy. You then find yourself opening the door, staring down Hopper as he breathes heavily. 

Like a tidal wave, you two crash together, legs wrapping around Hopper’s waist, lips touching everywhere, hands grabbing his hair. You moan, and he seizes the moment to lick along your lower lip. You growl, he pulls back and grabs hair at the nape of your neck. 

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You heave and smile, his hand firmly holding your head back. 

“I’m gonna do much more than that.” He grins. Hopper pushes you on the sink, the faucet pushing against the hole where your pocket is missing. He pulls your neck back, licks a long stripe of sweat and bites down, earning a groan from you. 

“You’re gonna have t’be quieter than that.” he grins sadistically. “Lift.” he commands and pulls your jeans and underwear down, then shoves your wet panties in your mouth as a gag. Then your hips get pulled forward there’s a sudden jolt of hot and wet licks up through your clit. You bite down on your underwear and try to stifle a moan. Hopper licks stripes up and down your slit, circling around your clit and sucking. You start to gush and clench against his tongue assaulting your pussy. He slips a long finger in and curls it, massaging your g-spot gently. 

Your moans get louder against the make-shift gag and Hopper growls deep in his throat, lapping and fucking you with everything but what you truly want. He adds a second finger, and you shuffle closer, pressing harder against him because you need more. He fucks you harder, faster and keeps going as you shake and writhe. The pressure slowly builds as you grind against his face while he laps and grins. 

“Fuck,” he growls against your core and it brings you so close to your climax, almost there when he stops. “I want this pink mouth against my cock, can you do that?” He licks his wet lips, pulling his tongue through his teeth and grins. You spit out the gag-panties and smile, wobbly legs barely catching you when you slide down Hopper’s legs as you unbuckle and pull his pants down. His cock falls free and you grin. Gently tugging him fully out of his pants, no underwear though you notice, you wrap a hand around his base and lick a long line down the vein under his shaft. Sucking his head into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down quickly Hopper grunts your name. He’s taken aback by your boldness and confidence, the shy girl he used to know in the library of the high school long gone. He wonders where you learned to do this so well. The thought is forgotten as you give a rather hard pulse to his shaft and you swirl the flat of your tongue along the slit of his dick that’s slowly been leaking precum. 

“Dammit!” he nearly yells and you pull back smiling. “Can’t contain yourself Jim?” You smirk and raise an eyebrow. Hopper grabs your jaw and starts to fuck your mouth. You choke at first push, but quickly pace with him and bob and suck till he growls and pulls out almost as fast as he pushed in. “Gotta condom big shot?” You choke out lightly, your throat a touch sore from Hop’s cock hitting the back of it repeatedly. He pulls a foil out of nowhere, ands slides the lubricated rubber on. “You sure you ready for this?” He gruffs out quickly and you nod, turn around and face the dingy mirror hanging above the sink still slightly damp from your juices and the water that had been spilled by previous patrons Jim takes you in as he grips his cock in his right hand and pushes in lightly. You stretch, on your toes to try and meet his dick easier and moan soundlessly on to the mirror. It fogs, and you look towards Hop’s grimy reflection, blissed out and mouth open. You smile and try to push back onto him to get your point across. You aren’t a virgin, haven’t been for a long time. Hopper grins and slams into you hard the last few inches, your v-neck Def Leppard tee stretching down so your chest presses to the counter edge. “Gonna fuck you good little girl. Been so bad. Teasing me,” He thrusts hard, “Walking around with the hole in your jeans peeking that navy blue lace all damn day,” He bucks up into you, nearly lifting you off the ground, “Gonna show you what happens when you tell me how you want my hands marking you. Choking you. Bruising you.” Each ‘you’ ends with another and another thrust. You’re so wet from his earlier tongue worship and you kept your clit stimulated while he fucked your mouth. His cock is practically dripping and he can feel the drops of wetness sliding down his balls, mixing with his sweat. 

You clench at every filthy thing that he says, gripping and fucking on his hard length as best as you can leverage with the little stability you have. Hop feels you struggling and slows, pulls out, and flips you over. Your upper back is now laying over the sink, almost in a strange backbend. Hopper pulls your shirt down with one cup of your bra to expose a breast and erect nipple. He laps it while grabbing your throat, slightly closing off your airway. He goes back to fucking deep and hard into you, hand around your throat and long tongue flicking over your nipple. The counter dug into your back and everything was just too much. 

“Ho-Hopper, ‘m gonna-” you were cut off quickly by the pressure releasing so hot, white and intense that your body seized and gripped down on Hop’s arms, shoulder whatever your hands could reach. You squirted so hard, so wetly that Hopper was pushed to the edge after you. He shuttered, grunted and dropped his head in between you bare and covered breast. The wetness dripped between the both of you, and the small puddle by Hopper’s boot rippled as the drops fell near. 

“Fuck.” He breathed out. “That was...something else.” 

“I don’t regret it. I’ve never done that before.” You mumbled, air returning to your lungs. You let out a little laugh and put your wrist to your forehead. You both started to laugh and he pushed off of you, throwing your discarded under clothes in your general direction and discarding the condom in the trash can. 

“I’ll meet you out there, ey babe?” He grinned, slipping out the door. You smiled, cleaning up your nether regions with some damp paper towels and stepping out to follow.

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roger taylor is god

So @denimwrappeddisasters and I are currently obsessed with Ben Hardy’s Roger Taylor and we may have text-written a crossover fic with Queen and the Harringrove boys. It also might’ve turned out long and smutty so I’ll post it in two parts. (This whole thing is copy pasted so the formatting is super weird, sorry about that)

I feel like Freddie would pick up Billy at some bar or one of their concerts or something because I mean he’s hot and he’s actually really cool, they’d hang out for a bit, Freddie would then bring Billy around while they’re recording and the rest of the band would be all “oh is this another one of your boyfriends??” And then they’d be confused bc Billy and Freddie aren’t really flirting at all but Billy KEEPS staring at Roger 

They’d quickly figure out what’s going on with all of Billy’s not so subtle flirting Roger would probably be all uncomfortable at first but then would just start playing along after a bit

Roger and Billy’s first exchange after Billy’s been staring for longer than he should’ve been:

R: “You got a problem man?” B: “Yeah, you’re not on top of me right now” *winks and walks away*

*Roger sputters*

*as Billy’s walking away* (showing his ass more than necessary) “I’m in love with my car is my favorite by the way!!” *Roger to Freddie* “You know what, he’s welcome back ANYTIME” *Billy turns the corner and starts squealing and jumping around because THAT DID NOT JUST HAPPEN* Then they become friends and billy CONSTANTLY invites roger to have threesomes with him and Steve Holy shit can you imagine if he were to say yes like the 100th time Billy asks R: “Fine! But I am not taking anything up my ass” B: “Oh don’t you worry baby, that’s my job” R: “And I’m ONLY doing it just this once so you stop asking” B: “Alright, but trust me, you’re gonna wanna do it again” Billy would make it home and just start SCREAMING Steve: “What, did Roger do something hot again?” B: “HE HE-AND THEN HE- AHHH STEVE STEVIE HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT BABY WE’RE GONNA- I’M GONNA- FUUUUCCKKK” S: “Ok Billy! BILLY!! You need to calm down before you hyperventilate!! Deep breaths come on, with me” *after he’s calmed down a bit* S: “Ok baby you wanna try again?” B: “Rog-Roger said-he said he-he agreed to the threesome!! HES GONNA FUCK ME STEVIE” *rambles on about Roger’s dick* “oh god it’s probably soooo big baby! Not as big as you, but still big!” And Steve is just sat there staring at him, slightly in awe because he’s going to have a threesome with a rockstar, but also kinda jealous because his boyfriend is waayy too excited for his comfort. S: “Whoa whoa—when is this happening Billy?” B: “TOMORROW NIGHT!” S: “WAIT WHAT?” B: “YEAH! That means we can’t fuck tonight though, I wanna be so ready for him.” S: “But you promised me—“ B: “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of other ways for me to get you off” *wink* *immediate blush from steve* Billy jumps up, “oh god, we need to clean the apartment. I have to go buy lube and condoms. You think he’s ever fucked a guy before? I‘m gonna turn him gay baby, just you wait.” *grabs his keys and runs out the door* Roger would walk in the door and be SO visibly uncomfortable and nervous. Steve, seeing this, hands him a beer and asks “so. . . You ever done this before? You know, with a guy and all?” “Oh uh no I haven’t but Freddie wouldn’t shut up last night giving me tips” “Well Billy’s really excited. honestly, I would be jealous but this has been a dream of his LONG before he met me” *roger blushes* “oh wow, didn’t know that. He was so cool about it, you know, besides the whole incessantly asking thing.” * stevie laugh * “He’s a good actor.” *sounds from the other room, Steve leans over* “He’ll be out in a sec, but just keep this in mind— Billy’s hottest when he’s breaking in front of you. So ruin him.” “What does that even mean?” “You’ll know. Trust me.” Billy walks out “What have my boys been talking about?” And Steve’s like “Nothing baby, c’mere” *making out in front of roger* *Rogers eyes go wide and his mouth drops open* “O-ok I might be able to get behind this after all” *steve and Billy both reach out and grab his arms pulling him towards them* “Alright Roger lets see if you’re as good as they say you are” *Roger chugs down the rest of his beer* “Ah Fuck it” *billy internally screaming like we are at this almost smut* “I get the first taste” *furiously kisses roger who is quite literally swept off his feet by them and pulled into their bedroom* *roger is making Eddie kissing Venom sounds*        •       s e x      •    (calm down the good shit is at the end) *Afterwards* *all parties very out of breath* R: “. . . F U C K” B: “Shit man are you freaking out???” S: “Oh my god Roger are you like ok???” R: “Yeah yeah I’m fine it’s just I owe Freddie $100 now” S: “What did you guys bet that you wouldn’t go through with it or something?” R: “No we bet on whether I’d enjoy it or not” B: “Shit Did we turn THE Roger Taylor gay???!!!!??” R: “Just a LITTLE ok!!” B: “haHA!!!” B: “STEVIE BABY I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” R: “Told him what?” B: “That this ass would be able to make you gay” R: “Yeah. You fuckin told him. That’s a good fuckin ass. Might need to have it again sometime.” B: “Did. . . Did you SERIOUSLY just say you want my ass AGAIN?” R: “Yeah, why?” *billy faints* R: “Oh god is he okay?” S: “Yeah just give him a sec he’ll be fine. He does this kind of a lot. NEVER say the number ‘10’ around him.” R: “What’s wrong with the number 10?” *Billy waking up* B: “Hopper what???” S: “He’s not here Billy don’t get your hopes up” B: “Mmm THAT’S a shame”

R: “Damn You two are almost as bad as Freddie” B: *cackling* “you WISH” *Billy shoots up in bed* “WAIT GUYS. BEST IDEA. FOURSOME- US AND HOPPER” R: “Who is—“ S: “NO BILLY. NEVER GONNA HAPPEN. I DO NOT C A R E HOW BIG HIS FUCKIN DICK IS.” (I’m sorry but we have an ironic love for Hoppingrove)

R: “Wait are you implying that you know someone with a 10 inch dick???” B: “YES” S: “BILLY. NO.” Roger and Billy walk into the recording studio the next day and everyone is SILENT Roger doesn’t say anything but he walks over to Freddie and hands him the $100 The whole band just starts yelling “AYYYYYYY YOU GET ‘IM TAYLOR” (Fondly) “Aww fuck off you guys” Freddie INSISTS on so many in depth details And billy is MORE than happy to oblige B: “Boys, you wouldn’t BELIEVE the things roger can do with that mouth of his” *roger turns bright red* *brian turns around and starts leaving* Brian: “Oh god, ok I’m done listening” B: “But don’t you wanna hear about how good I am at riding dick? Roger’ll tell you all about it. He was SUPER vocal last night.” Freddie’s leaning on his hand like “tell me MORE!” *Roger somehow gets MORE red* B: “And oh my god he actually agreed to blow Steve, hottest thing I’ve seen In a LONG time” Freddie: “Oooooooooooooh Did my advice help?!? I made sure to walk him through how it works!!” B: “Is THAT why he was so good???” *Roger starts loudly playing the drums and singing I’m in love with my car* *talking over the drums* F: “DID HE DO THAT THING WITH HIS TONGUE?” B: “HOLY SHIT YES THAT DROVE STEVE CRAZY!” F: “OH! ROGER YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME FOR ONCE!” *roger screaming* “RATHER BUY ME A NEW CARBURETOR” B: “AND DAMN DOES HE KNOW HOW TO FUCK! THOSE GIRLS WERE N O T LYING” *Roger screaming louder* “CARS DON’T TALK BACK THEY’RE JUST FOUR WHEELED FRIENDS NOW��� *Billy somehow louder* “HE EVEN SAID HE’D DO IT AGAIN!!” *freddie to Roger* “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU DARLING!!!”

*roger just screaming unintelligibly* F: “ROGER! QUIET!” He stops, and is panting Billy elbows Freddie like B: “He was panting just like that last night” R: “BYE” *hits them both with his drumsticks as he’s leaving* *simultaneously through their laughter* "Ooh so you’re into THAT aren’t you??” R: “Fuck you both” B: “Please???” *flips them off while laughing* *pops his head back through the door* R: “Actually, I’d rather have Steve fuck ME. That’d be interesting.” *slams it* *billy and Freddie slowly turn to look at each other and start screaming* “THAT’S SO FUCKING HOT” *cough* he totally gets fucked over his drum set at some point *cough* And he LOVES it S T O P FUCK HE LOVES IT SO MUCH. HE AND STEVE FUCK BILLY OVER THE DRUM SET SO BILLY CAN ENJOY IT TOO AND HE PLAYS THEM WHILE THEY’RE DOING IT

HE MAKES BILLY GUESS THE SONG AND AS SOON AS HE CAN’T ANYMORE THEY KNOW HE’S GONE HE PLAYS I’M IN LOVE WITH MY CAR AND WHEN HE CAN’T EVEN GET THAT ONE THEY KNOW HE’S  R E A L L Y  GONE

BILLY’S SOBBING ALL OVER THE DRUMS AND THERE’S CUM AND SPIT AND LUBE ON EVERYTHING AND ROGER KEEPS ON PLAYING AND FUCKING AND THE DRUMS MAKE THE GROSSEST SOUNDS BECAUSE THEY’RE COVERED BUT ITS THE BEST F U C K AND STEVE CANT HANDLE IT AND BILLY’S MUSH AND ROGER IS COMPLETELY IN CHARGE AND HE KNOWS IT

Fuck wait Roger wincing/whimpering when he sits down to play the next day YES WHIMPERING IS BETTER He forgets to clean off the drums and Brian asks him about it BR: “Roger, what’s up with the drums? Why are they so. . . Sticky?” R: “NO CLUE” Freddie pops in late “He fucked on those drums” R: “FREDDIE!” “What? It’s true!” BR: “WHAT THE HELL ROGER?! WHY!????!!!” R: *mumbled* “it was hot ok??” BR: *exasperated* “can’t you at least clean them after?!” R: “I mean I would’ve if my legs still worked” BR: “FUCK MAN is that why you were being all weird when you sat down??” R: “. . .” Brian walks away muttering “Not like I fuck on my damn guitar. Can’t believe I touched that shit.”

part two