#steve has him wrapped around his lil finger

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

watch me write this into a future fic...

[loveshotzz]

bartender!eddie x fem!reader Eddie’s night.

🎵my man gives real love that’s why I call him killer, he’s not a ‘wham! bam! thank you ma’am!’ he’s a thriller.🎵

summary: After being stood up on a blind date, the cute bartender you’ve been ‘trying’ not to flirt with keeps you company.

word count: 12.6k

warnings: 90’s AU / 18 + no minors! /eddie is in his early 30’s, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi public smut (p in v), cream pie, dirty talk.

authors note: my love letter to the 90’s 💕after one month of brain storming and three weeks of writing here’s part one of Whatta Man! Eddie’s night. (This is a singular one shot. Steve’s night is part two, can you find the easter eggs for his night 😉)Thank you to my very talented friends who always brain storm with me and share ideas. This fun lil AU wouldn’t have happened with you. ily 💗 edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

You didn’t want to go on this date. Not when your roommate set you up, and you certainly didn’t want to go when he picked The Foxy Lounge. But when Weather Man Mike predicted the first warm day after three months of bitter winter you’d take any excuse to wear your favorite dress. 

You’d been here before, always stumbling in after a night out with friends because they were the only 4am place in town. Those late nights turned to early mornings were more of a thing of the past now so when you got to the familiar chipped red door you didn’t recognize the bouncer standing outside. He has a head of honey colored hair that’s just long enough to run his fingers through. His toned frame sits pretty wrapped in a tight black tee and long legs covered in dark wash jeans tight enough for you to really have to focus on keeping  your eyes on his face. A freckle covered neck leads to a strong jaw and a chiseled nose. Leaning against the brick wall with his boots crossed at the ankles a toothpick twirls between his straight teeth.

The platform of your sneakers hitting the pavement as you come to a stop and the jingle of your power beads alerts him of your presence, hazel eyes going round like the moon in the sky. Straightening his posture he snatches the tooth pick out of his mouth, stuffing it in his back pocket. You swear you see a Tamagotchi tucked away as he clears his throat with a puff of his chest.

“I.D.?” 

Your lips twitch, the forced deep baritone in his voice isn’t fooling you, and you wonder if it fooled anyone when the signature beep of a Tomogatchi pet needing to be fed goes off in his back pocket. He coughs to try to cover the noise while you quickly pull what he needs out of your cross body. Holding it out for him to examine you look up with a glossed smile matching the one in the picture. Narrowing his eyes, you catch a glimmer of playfulness when he clicks on his flashlight. 

Examining it like it could be a fake, you bite back a giggle while he turns it around giving it one more once over before handing it back to you with a soft chuckle.

“Funny, we have the same birthday.” His voice comes out normal this time, soft and friendly just like you thought.

“Twins!”

A genuine smile lights up his face like the sign above your head, his boyish features coming out despite the stubble on his chin.

“Might as well call us the Olsen’s.” Throwing you a wink he pulls the gold handle to open the door for you. The sounds of Return of the Mack break through the hums of the street behind you. “Have fun tonight honey, be safe. If anyone bothers you, just come grab me okay? I’m steve.”

Your cheeks heat up at the endearment and you have to remind yourself that you’re here for a date. You catch a hint of his cologne when your shoulder brushes against his chest on your way in, the expensive scent making you dizzy when it hits your senses.

“I will, thanks Steve,”your words are shy when they come out, making his lips twitch in response. Nodding his head, you catch the tinge of pink on his skin before he closes the door with a small wave.

It's even louder inside with the drunk conversations battling for dominance against the music. Tugging nervously at the bottom of your dress you look around the bar for the vague description of this guy Craig your friend gave you. 

You scan the crowd a few times before your eyes catch the big brown ones of the bartender. The stool in front of him freeing itself at the same time your eyes connect, the corners of his plush lips pull up as he beckons you over with two heavily ringed fingers. The unruly dark auburn curls that hit just below his shoulders catch the low light behind the bar, the yellow glow softening up all his edges. 

Rocking back on your heels you pull the strap of your cross body closer, doing your best to collect yourself before you push through the crowd accepting his invitation. His smile widens, pulling up his stubble covered cheeks to reveal a set of perfect white teeth to you. The one you give him in return comes out a little shy as you plop down on the ripped vinyl that matches the red of the door.

Ink litters his arms disappearing under the frayed ends of his sleeves letting you know there was more under the tight fit of his worn faded black Metallica shirt. The two rips near the collar give you a glimpse of the chain wrapped around his neck. The scruff lining his jaw adds a few years from afar but from this close he looks your age. The silver hoop in his nose catches against the bright lighting under the bar like the rings adoring his fingers. Pulling out two empty shot glasses with a twirl he quickly fills them up with Jameson.

“This one’s on the house sweetheat, it’ll help make your date cuter.”  He winks with a sly grin, your stomach flutters with his full attention on you like this.

The glass is heavy in your grasp as you stare at the dark liquid with a faint grimace. His low chuckle catches your attention before the pop and hiss of the soda fills your ears. As if reading your mind he slides over a coke, letting you keep your pride by not having to ask for a chaser.

“How do you know I’m here for a date?” Raising a questioning brow, the sides of your lips twitch as you struggle to hold a straight face. “A girl can’t come to the bar alone on a Friday night?”

The chocolate in his eyes lights up at your playful banter, slinging a white towel over his shoulder he leans in, forearms pressing hard against the counter as he invades your space. The spice of his cologne and the burn of cigarette smoke joins with him and you find yourself sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Are you telling me you’re available then?” Dropping his voice low enough to feel between your legs, you wished more than anything you had a different answer to give him.

The heaviness of his gaze has your cheeks warming, the intensity of the eye contact forcing your gaze away for a second as you clear your throat. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear you muster enough courage to meet his eyes again. 

“N-no unfortunately, you were right.” Exaggerating a heavy sigh, his confident demeanor never wavers despite his confirmed suspicions.

“Unfortunately is right, huh?” Winking, he pushes back leaving only the lingering scent of his cologne raising his shot in an offering of cheers. “To what could have been, baby.” 

A giggle bubbles past your lips when his fingers brush against yours meeting in the middle with a clink. Downing his shot like a professional, he’s left to watch the way you struggle with yours. Amusement is evident on his face while he watches the way your throat stays unwilling to open. Holding the alcohol in your mouth longer than anyone would want, it finally gives in letting the bitter liquid go down with a bite. Pushing the can of coke towards you with his knuckles, his laugh booms loud from his chest as you search for reprieve in the sweetness with desperation.

Chugging with abandon, you forget your surroundings for a second before your eyes meet his over the rim of the can and it’s almost enough to have you snort the rest of it all over yourself. 

Coming up for air you grumble a half assed “shut up” doing your best to try and fight the smile begging to spread across your lips as you wipe them with the back of your hand.

“Not a whiskey girl I take it?” Punctuating the ‘t’ harder than normal, his teasing falls on deaf ears when you get distracted at the way his thick fingers wrap around the shot glasses.

“Not a shot girl in general, I’d rather not taste the alcohol if I can help it.” Shrugging, you trace invisible patterns on the sticky quartz of the bar top with french tipped nails silently reminding yourself for the second time tonight you’re here for a date.

“So how’d you two meet?” He raises his voice so it comes out sickly sweet while a shaker and a lemon appears in his hands. Setting them down on top of the worn jagermeister logo that covers the drink mat he starts rolling the fruit against his palm.

“We haven’t met yet actually, a friend set us up.” 

Eddie’s movements freeze for a second, eyebrows furrowing together in a look of confusion as if that was the craziest thing that anyone had ever told him. He grabs the bottle of simple syrup adding more to what looked like it was going to be a sweet drink before he answers.

“Someone like you shouldn’t need to be set up, sweetheart.” He looks up at you from under the hood of his lashes quickly picking up on the effect he has on you.

He twirls another empty glass onto the counter top before he smashes the lid of the shaker on, not giving you a chance to respond he starts shaking it louder than you know is necessary. The bats tattooed on his arm dance across the muscles with the flex of every flick of his wrist.

“Really? Laying it on thick, huh?” Raising your voice enough to know he could hear you, he taunts you by cupping his free hand over his ear to make a show of pretending he can’t, mouthing a ‘sorry’ with a smirk. The laugh he earns from when he finally relents is the prettiest sound he thinks he’s ever heard. 

“Well I hope this ‘friend’ has a good vetting process. No less than three interviews or no dice.” He pours your drink with panache, like he’s putting on a show for you, like you’re sure he does with all the other girls.

Grabbing a straw he plugs one end with his index finger before he dips it into the slightly lighter liquid. The heat between your legs becomes almost unbearable when his lips wrap around the end tasting his creation with a low groan, his pink tongue pokes out to collect the sweetness left behind.

“I think, I think you’re gonna like this one. It’s an Eddie Munson original, I’m calling it "Wasting Love.” The roll of your eyes makes him bark out another laugh. The signs of the smoke you smell on him are more noticeable in this one’s rumble.

“I wonder what could have inspired it?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you knew you shouldn’t be flirting with him while you waited for Craig, but you can’t help yourself. Besides, he was already ten minutes late.

“I think you know what inspired it sweetheart, I can tell you’re not just some pretty face.” Dimples poking through his cheeks, he finally takes notice of the glares from the customers filling up the bar. Everyone’s patience starting to wear thin while they waited for whatever this was to be over. 

“I gotta stop ignoring all the other people in here real quick, but I’ll be back for your review.” He throws you another wink and it has you shifting in your seat as he starts to walk away.

“Wait! I never opened a tab!” Calling after him as you reach for your purse, he tuts loudly, turning around to face you, continuing his path walking backwards. 

“You shouldn’t be paying for a thing tonight, gorgeous.” He waves his hand dismissively before his back is to you again giving his undivided attention to the bearded man who looked ready to murder the carefree metal head if he didn’t get his Bud Light in the next five seconds.

Trying not to get too caught up in someone that wasn’t your date you timidly bring the straw to your lips. Humming appreciatively when the sweetness hits your tastebuds you’re pleasantly surprised at how much you actually like it. Feeling bold enough to take a bigger gulp, you look around for Craig again. So lost in the little bubble you had been in with Eddie you didn’t realize how much more the bar had filled up since you arrived. A new kind of rowdy energy in the air — the low murmurs of conversation get loud enough to drown out Semi- Charmed Kinda Life.

Glancing down at your pink swatch watch, your date was now twenty minutes late. Turning around to check and make sure the lavender cross body you told him to look for was visible, you crane your neck around looking one last time. It’s easy to shrug off the sinking feeling of rejection when you turn back around to watch Eddie in his natural habitat. 

He moves behind the bar like he’s been doing it his whole life, like everything was muscle memory.  As if he could feel you staring he catches your gaze throwing you a smirk before he tosses a bottle of tequila in the air catching it with ease. Pouring it into four lined up shot glasses, the group of girls in front of him celebrating what looked like a bachelorette party with all their multi-colored hats and boas squealed with drunk delight. Your eyes hit the back of your skull in a hard roll when one of them bats their eyelashes at him with a hand on his arm.

Sucking down the rest of your drink, the slurping once you hit the ice is loud enough to annoy the guy next to you who shoots you a warning look over his shoulder. Mouthing an apology you push your empty glass away looking around the bar one more time. The guilt of flirting with Eddie starts to disappear when you look at your watch again and start coming to terms you were actually being stood up. Searching for his doe eyes again, your heart sinks when you find him this time.

Dimples in his cheeks again, he’s practically beaming at her. Their body language telling you this isn’t their first time meeting and how animated he is when he talks to her is like he’s known her for years. Gesturing wildly with his hands while she nods enthusiastically, something he says has her throwing her head back with a laugh loud enough you can hear it over the music. You huff through your nose, the sting of rejection sneaking its way back in. The reminder that he was just doing his job and you were here for a date, one that never showed up, slaps you right in the face.

Averting your gaze to spare whatever confidence you have left, your eyes find the bouncer at the front door. Inside the bar now with a hard glare set on his handsome face. His arms sit folded across his broad chest while his jaw clenches at the same time as the muscles in his shoulders flex. Steve looks pissed.

Interest piqued, you follow his line of sight despite it going in the direction of the bar you were trying to avoid. Somehow not surprised when your eyes land on her again, you notice Eddie has already busied himself with someone else. With his back towards both of you he fills two pints with Blue Moon, the uncomfortable look on her face couldn’t be missed. The greasy blonde hair on the man that was clearly invading her personal space told you he’d been drinking all day. The grimace on her pretty face says she could smell it on his breath too.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end when you see him grab onto her arm while trying to whisper in her ear. You feel yourself ready to stand up and help when she pushes him away, with the way the veins in her neck were flexing whatever she was saying to him wasn't nice. Shoving her hand in his face she storms towards the front door where Steve is waiting, looking seconds away from killing the man who followed her path out of the bar with a leer.

The scowl on her face softens instantly when she’s met with Steve opening the door, the glare on his face being replaced with a deep flush when you catch a “Thanks, Stevie” fall appreciatively from her lips.

SMACK

Jumping at the sound of metal hitting wood, Eddie’s dimples show themselves only this time they are for you as he leans forward on his arms again, eyes flicking towards the spot next to you. He pulls himself even closer when he notices no one new occupying the stool, making you search for friction with the fat of your thighs. 

“Penny for your thoughts, beautiful?” Flashing you his perfect teeth for the second time tonight the bruise to your ego already starts to disappear.

“I drank it without gagging, didn’t I?” Crossing your arms on top of the bar it's your turn to lean into his space and you swear you hear his breath hitch at your new boldness.

Licking his lips, your eyes greedily follow the path of his tongue. His smile stretches across his face even more when he notices, making no effort to move- unwilling to back down from the silent standoff you’ve challenged him too.

“‘I’ll have you know I take that as a very high compliment coming from you.” His breath fans across your cheeks from this close, mint and whiskey hitting your nose when he huffs a laugh. “Where’s Prince Charming?”

“Turns out there was no Prince, just an ugly old toad.” Tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him through half lidded eyes, “Good thing I didn’t kiss him, huh?”

A low rumble shakes in his chest as he dares to lean in even closer, the tips of your noses almost brushing while the bubble you’d lost yourselves in reappears.

“Yeah baby, you can’t give those out to just anybody, they gotta be for someone special.” His voice is low, dripping with the kind of want you’d never had directed at you before. His eyes take in every inch of your face from this close while you try to keep up with his smooth tongue.

“Got anyone in mind, Eddie?” Doing your best to match his tone, his brows pinch together at the way his name sounds coming out of your mouth taking one last look at your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“Yeah, I know a guy actually. He’s a bartender with a great head of hair.” Wiggling his eyebrows when you snort, the front door swings open, breaking you two apart as the girl from before commands the room like a record scratch, silencing the bar for the first time all night.

“Eddie! It’s bad, Steve needs you!” The sheer panic in her voice is enough for the jealous monster inside you to stay at bay as Eddie pushes back on his heels.

An irritated sigh escapes him while he mutters ‘not a-fucking-gain’ under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before his eyes find yours. You jump a little when he grabs your hands, the warmth of his palms enveloping yours while he gives you a pleading look.

“Don’t - I mean, please don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back, I need to go save my buddy’s ass again. But I promise I’ll be right back, this conversation is too important to leave unfinished.” He flashes you that million dollar smile like chaos isn’t ensuing outside and all you can do is nod, signaling that you’ll stay put.

Hopping over the bar his loose fitting combat boots squeak over the counter top, the black jeans that were hidden from your sight somehow fit him even better than his shirt. Your gaze is shamelessly hungry as it follows him until he’s out the door. The scuffle outside leaking through the music with a blur of bodies outside. 

Too focused on the glimpse of Eddie’s towering frame stepping between the two guys to break up the fight, you don’t notice the person who walks through the unattended door until it shuts behind him with a thud. Ready to glare at whoever it is your eyes widen when you meet the ones belonging to who you can only assume is Craig. The burnt auburn hair he sports and the way he zero’s in on your purse confirms your suspicions. This was Craig, you're incredibly late and not even remotely as attractive as the bartender, date.

“Shit, shit, shit.” No matter how quickly you averted your stare, you knew it was too late, he saw you. Panic sets in while your brain goes a mile a minute trying to think a way out of this.

Looking around the bar for some sort of escape, the thought of ducking into the bathroom sounds like a winner but then the image of Eddie coming back and seeing you gone seeps into the forefront of your mind making you quickly toss that idea out the window. Turning to the people on either side of you who are too lost in their own conversations to notice your dilemma, you try to decide which one you could interrupt the most naturally. 

The couple on your right looks like they’re on a date going really well and the one on your left seems like two friends catching up. The tap on your shoulder is enough for you to make a split second decision, clearing your throat you spare the newly blossoming romance next you from your desperate antics, choosing to interrupt the friends who are reconnecting with a loud fake laugh.

“That’s when she told me- um excuse me do I know you?” Gruff and confused, the man closest to you looks at you as if you’ve grown two heads. First your loud slurping and now this? This plan was never going to work from the get-go.

Another persistent tap on your shoulder has you grasping for straws. You open your mouth to try to sell whatever this was one last time. 

“Umm excuse me?”  Craig’s voice comes out loud enough to cut you off and for the poor guy next to you to give you the final cold shoulder. Unable to ignore him any longer, you force yourself to turn around and face him head on. Kind of. 

Channeling your inner Alicia Silverstone you try to give him the best Clueless look you can muster and he returns it with an even more confused expression, clearing his throat.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Craig, Ariana’s friend. I think I’m supposed to be meeting you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his tan slacks, the maroon sweater he wears fits loosely over his thin frame, dirty black chucks on his feet, his look screams ‘I listen to Nirvana’.

“Umm, I think you have the wrong person? I wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone here tonight.” It’s not believable in the slightest when the words leave your mouth, your less than confident delivery giving you away. The look on his face lets you know you’ve definitely been made

“Are you sure? I was told to look for the girl with a lavender purse.”  As if to prove his point he points to the exact one he’s talking about slung across your shoulder. He scoffs when you keep up with your charade, “I know I’m late but this is ridiculous.”

“A lot of girls have purple bags, Craig.” His name comes out dripping in venom, the need to get rid of him before Eddie’s return throwing any logic out the window. You needed to believe your own lie.

The sudden harshness has him raising his hands in defense, backing down a little under the daggers of your glare.

“Whoa, chill out, my bad. You just match the exact description I was given, that's all.”

Clenching your jaw in frustration because he just won’t give up, you try to hold your composure while your eyes flick towards the door in anticipation for his return.

“Well you’ve told me you were late twice already so she probably just left. Rude of you to keep her waiting honestly.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you know that he’s aware of exactly what you are doing but you don’t care anymore.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened, and not her being bitter I’m one measly hour late.” The way his words clip signal the rejection sinking in, a glare setting firm on his face.

It’s the stare down of the century before Eddie comes barging through the entrance with a loud huff and a clap of his hands. Cheeks red from yelling and hair slightly more wild than before. He checks to make sure you’re still exactly where he left you before he glances over to Craig for a split second not registering who he is. Hopping over the bar with another skid of his boots, he still manages to give you a lopsided grin when he gets to the other side. Hitting the top of the bar in a series of beats - he’s a ball of energy.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart, Steve’s lucky the girl he took a knuckle sandwich for has a first aid kit. Rick keeps saying he’s gonna get one but I have yet to see it. Want another cocktail?” Talking a mile a minute with the leftover adrenaline from the fight, he still doesn’t notice the way Craig watches the two of you until he catches how awkward you’re being. Eddie’s face hardens, the softness he was giving you disappearing. “Something I can help you with buddy?”

You don’t even have to look at Craig to know he’s puffing out his chest with a point of his chin addressing Eddie.

“Actually pal, maybe you can.” His tone makes Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, a tested smile spreading over his lips while he lets Craig continue. “I was supposed to meet someone here for a blind date, I was told to look for a girl with a lavender purse exactly like this one. You haven't seen another girl with this exact same bag have you?” 

Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, amusement filling the specks of golden brown as he picks up on exactly what’s happening. The corners of his lips twitch before he nods his head licking his bottom lip holding your gaze long enough to make you squirm before bringing his attention back to Craig with a low whistle.

“Oh yeah, I remember that hottie, man. It’s a shame you were late, she took off with this dude she met waiting for you. She didn’t stand a chance, though, honestly. I know the guy, he’s too smooth for his own good. Pretty good looking too. Can’t be leaving your girl unattended around him. Probably wouldn’t have worked out between you two anyway.” Eddie catches the roll of your eyes at his self indulgent story as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to hide your face splitting grin.

“Why don’t you walk away with some dignity. What’s that saying? There’s always more fish in the sea or some shit.” Eddie adds more salt to the wound, finally breaking Craig enough to give up.

“Whatever you say man, this bar is fuckin’ lame anyway. Who wants to drink to Third Eye Blind.” Grumbling his insults as he slinks away, he takes one last look at you and Eddie before his final exit with a flip of his middle finger.

Eddie’s stare is hot on your face, while you bashfully avoid his gaze keeping your eyes lingering on the door. When you finally dare to meet his eyes the shit eating grin on his face makes you groan, the buzz of your drink pulling a giggle out of you. 

“Eddie, don’t —“

“Well, well, aren’t you just a little heartbreaker, huh?” His teasing only makes your cheeks grow hotter as you try to hide your face from his view.

“Don’t you need to go attend to all the customers you left?” Your words come out muffled from behind your hands as you slowly pull them down just enough to uncover the fake glare you were sending his way.

“I’ve got my favorite one right here.” Voice dropping low with a smirk, he was right, you didn’t stand a chance.

“I haven’t paid for a single thing, you refused my money if you remember.” Bringing your hands down to fully come out of hiding, he bites his bottom lip when he can take in your features again.

“It’s no good here, baby, I could actually get arrested if I take it and then how would I be able to take you out to get pancakes after my shift if I’m behind bars?” Bringing his hands together in mock shackles and a pout, the chain wrapped around his wrist catches your eyes for the first time.

“You’re takin’ me to get pancakes?” Flirting like a love sick teenager, you even start to kick your feet under the bar.

“It’s the least I can do since you’re my fill in bouncer for the rest of the night.” Smirking, he nods his head to the man at the opposite end of the bar flagging him down with a twenty dollar bill. His eyes sparkling with something new now that he had you.

“Me? A Bouncer? I’m not intimidating in the slightest!” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you smile at his retreating form, the game of ‘playing hard to get’ becoming a thing of the past now.

“Sorry, you owe me, heartbreaker.” He shrugs like it’s out of his control before flashing you the same lopsided grin leaving you a mess of nerves from getting to spend the night with him.

The hours till close go by faster than you anticipate with Eddie topping off your drink any time you ask, the buzz from the alcohol is just enough to handle the growing intensity of his flirting. Now that the only obstacle in the way of each other was time, he was relentless.

Enjoying the game of chicken the two of you had started unconsciously playing, you stop noticing the clock. Every six customers earns you five —sometimes ten minutes of his time and he makes sure to use every second of those breaks as an excuse to lean in close, whispering in your ear, holding your face close every time you talk. He was getting off on the way he could make you shift in your seat and hide your bottom lip between your teeth when he got close enough for his lips to brush against your ear. Your fingers find excuses to wrap around his wrist when he invades your space, playing with his chain, you keep him close making sure to tilt your head just enough for him to catch a glimpse down your neck into the low cut of your dress.

The small hand on the clock above the door hits the three and it’s not until his breaks start getting longer and your touches are able to get a little bolder that you notice the murmur of voices over the music disappears. The few stranglers left sipping their last drinks of the evening are paying the two of you no mind despite the way he’s tucking your hair out of his way to trace the shell of your ear with the tip of his nose.

The realization that you’re finally about to be alone with him brings your nerves to a head and the need to check yourself over in the bathroom mirror becomes urgent. The flick of his tongue along your earlobe distracts you for a second as your head nudges against his when it tickles making a giggle slip past your lips.

“I gotta go to the bathroom, Eddie.” You inhale the scent of pine lingering in his shampoo, giving him one last nudge with your nose before hopping off the stool. He gives you his best puppy eyes as you get up to leave, pushing out his bottom lip when you tug your dress down.

“Please, I’ll be like three minutes.” You roll your eyes at him but the smile that lights up your face tells him you’re eating it up.

“I’ll be counting every second you're gone, baby.” Holding his hands over his heart for dramatic effect the man at the end of the bar snorts loudly ruining the moment. He earns an annoyed glare from the bartender, “Better hurry up and finish that shit old man, it’s closing time.” 

You hear him grunt in response to Eddie’s rude reminder before disappearing into the fluorescent lighting of the bathroom. Stickers and writing with permanent marker cover every inch of the dark crimson walls. The doors of the black stalls barely hang from their hinges, dents from many reckless drunk nights at The Foxy Lounge punch random spots into the metal. The bottom of your sneakers stick to the floor with every step to the mirror where more stickers and black scribbles line the surface including a girl named Leigh’s phone number with the note ‘for a good time call’ attached at the end leaving just enough room to see your face.

The space buns on top of your head are messy from Eddie nuzzling his beard into your hair all night. You try to salvage what was left of them by tightening the knots a little more before deciding it's a lost cause. He was probably just going to mess them up more anyway. The thought of Eddie’s hands being free to touch you in every way you’ve wanted all night has you taking a deep breath while you hold your own eyes in the mirror.

“It’s happening, you’re gonna have sex with him. You’re gonna fuck the super hot bartender who flirts like it’s his second language tonight and you’re gonna be confident about it okay? You hear me?” Pointing to yourself in the mirror, the determination in your stare is enough for your tipsy pep talk to work its magic.

Taking one last look at yourself with a nod of your head you pull open the bathroom door ready to take on the rest of the night. Only to stop in your tracks when you notice the stool that was occupied is now empty and every inch of Eddie is also in full view from where he stands in front of the jukebox. Your eyes are insatiable taking in his tall frame like this for the first time all night. 

You notice the giant chain that hangs from his belt loop this time, and there’s even more rips in his jeans than before giving you a peek at the pale skin hidden underneath. His shoulder blades move under the thin fabric of his shirt when he clicks his choice on the machine. Kiss Me by Sixpence None The Richer spills out from the speakers of the bar as he turns on his heels, the smirk that plays on his lips dares you to catch the hint with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Very subtle.” Crossing your arms as if to act immune to his charms, you know he sees right through your facade but he plays along anyway raising his big hands up in the air in mock surrender.

“It’s just one of my favorite songs, I don’t know what kinda ideas you got going on in that pretty little head of yours.” He takes a few more steps towards you slowly closing the gap, daring to be closer to you than he had been all night without a wooden bar separating you.

“Interesting, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a Sixpence fan.” Raising your eyebrow, you have to look up at him when he finally takes the last few steps to stand in front of you. 

“Why? Cause I’m such a tough guy?” His grin grows wider when he looks down at you catching the roll of your eyes while you uncross your arms opening your body up to him with a laugh. 

“I can’t stand you.” Your swat is flirtatious with your palm hitting his chest. He’s quick to catch it, using your hand as leverage to pull you closer, biting back his groan when a breathy gasp slips past your lips when he tucks you into chest. First your giggle and now this? He just knew you were going to sound so pretty falling apart for him.

“I think Craig would call that bluff sweetheart.” He gives you a minute to let his words sink in, throwing his head back with a loud laugh when you huff at him embarrassed. “I’m teasing, I’m teasing. He needed to be dumped, a girl like you deserves someone that's gonna show up when they’re supposed to.”

The sweetness of his words has you melt against him, the playful pull from before surrendering to his touch and you swear there’s hearts in your eyes from the way he looks down at you after saying something like that. 

“Thanks for tonight Eddie,” your voice is small when it comes out laced with adoration, and it’s his turn to get bashful making your favorite dimples come out again.

“No problem sweetheart, honestly it’s my fuckin’ lucky night.” Pulling your knuckles to his lips, he places a gentle kiss to the skin stretched over them before letting your hand drop, noting the disappointment on your face that you’re quick to cover up. 

“Wanna get some fresh air while I smoke before I close this place down?” 

——

Eddie somehow looks even better under the twinkling stars and pink fluorescent lights of The Foxy Lounge sign. The low hum of the electricity filling your ears as you lean against the brick of the building. His eyes are brighter out here, catching them with your own when he looks at you over the end of his cigarette.

He winks when you meet his pointed gaze, the flame of his lighter casting shadows that dance across the strong lines of his jaw, the orange glow highlighting the stubble that covers it. Batting your lashes at him, you push your hips off the wall playfully while he keeps his eyes on you through his entire first drag, only breaking contact for the split second he needs to blow the smoke he inhaled away from you. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” His words come out like a warning before he takes another hit.

“How am I looking at you Eddie?” Biting your lip to hide your smile, you make sure to say his name extra sweet just how you figured out he likes. He shakes his head with a low chuckle blowing more smoke into the clear night sky. 

Despite only taking two drags, he flicks the barely smoked cigarette to the side before closing the distance with a few steps leaving him crowding you against the building. Your chest brushes against his with every shallow breath. Getting lost in the darkening amber inside his eyes, the calloused tips of his fingers catch against the soft skin of your chin. The pad of his thumb pulling the velvet of your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Like you want me to kiss you.”

Ducking his head down he nudges your nose with his, the heat of his breath fanning against your open mouth. His eyes go from yours back down to your glossed lips silently begging for your permission.

“I think it was you that was hinting at kissing me earlier.” Pushing up on your tiptoes, you smile against him when your lips just barely touch. 

“Oh? You think that’s what I was doing hmm?” Asking the question he already knows the answer to, his tongue licks against your top lip as your hands find the material of his shirt, fisting as much of it as you can before yanking him down to collect his lips with an eager mouth, giving up winning whatever game this was. 

You swallow his moan when your tongues meet in the middle battling for dominance, teeth scraping, you taste the few puffs of tobacco still lingering on his taste buds as his muscle massages against yours. Sliding his knee between your thighs, he smiles smug into the kiss when your hips search for friction against the denim.

He breaks away from your mouth long enough to start trailing wet kisses down your jaw, the rough hair on his chin rubbing your skin raw as he starts nipping and sucking bruises along your neck. Biting hard enough at your pulse point to have to soothe it with his tongue after the mewls he pulls from you are enough to drive him insane.

Your fingers tangle into the curls at the nape of his neck, giving his roots a pull while you turn your head, opening more of yourself to him. Taking your silent invitation he nips at the dip of your collar bone before lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. 

“I gotta close up baby, but then…”rubbing his hands up your curves with a low groan he squeezes at the plush of your hips before finishing his sentence, “I think I promised you pancakes.”

Nodding your head because words are stuck at the tip of your tongue, he grabs your cheeks with a strong grip, smushing your lips together before stealing one last kiss.

——-

Eddie doesn’t give you the attention you’ve grown accustomed to all night when he starts the process of actually cleaning the bar. Your body still buzzes like a live wire from the drinks and the kiss outside. He’d been counting his tips with his back to you for the last ten minutes and you were growing impatient for more of him. You needed it. 

Counting the last bill he finally turns around and your thighs press together when you get to see his face again. Shifting in your seat when his eyes barely meet yours, he makes his way to the other end of the bar. Pushing yourself up to lean forward with puckered lips, he ignores your advances passing by without so much as a glance in your direction. Huffing when you plop back in your seat, he flips the knob starting to wash his hands in the mini sink with his back to you again. Your foot taps against the metal of the stool as you watch him grab the scratched up red bucket hanging below and a fresh rag quickly replacing his hands with it to fill up.

You wonder if he can feel your stare when he adds the soap, taking his time while he spins the rag in the steaming water, he starts ringing it out. Arms flexing and suds spilling over his knuckles, you were gonna lose your mind if you didn’t get your hands on him soon. 

He makes big swipes as he starts working his way towards you, keeping his eyes so focused on his task you’d think you were invisible if it wasn’t for the smirk that was getting impossible for him to hide. It only grows bigger when he stops in front of you, adding a low hum to his charade purposely wiping around the outline of your hands that were splayed out on the counter ready to push yourself up again. 

“Eddie - c’mon!”  

You’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the laugh that falls easy from his chest when he finally looks at you. His face softens and his eyes darken when he catches your angry pout, your fingers are quick to find his free ones making him tsk at you but he doesn’t pull away.

“My hands are wet baby.” He knew you didn’t care and the teeth showing in his wide grin told you he didn’t either.

Giving into your persistence like it hasn’t been a fight to keep his hands to himself this whole time, he leans forward brushing his nose with yours before nudging it against your cheek so your lips just barely touch. When you go to close the space he pulls back just enough to tease, a small whine escaping you at his games.

“What’s got you so needy, huh?” His words are whispered as he presses with the slightest pressure before pulling back again. “I didn’t kiss you good enough outside, you need more?”

“Please.” Your cheeks burn when you hear how your voice sounds, but his grip on your fingers tighten and a low moan breaks through his front at how desperate you sound just for a kiss.

“Gotta give my girl what she needs.” Your brain gets stuck on the words ‘my girl’ taking you a minute to realize he was finally giving you what you want.

It’s slower than outside, he’s taking his time with you this time. Untangling his fingers from yours, his hand comes up to wrap around the side of your neck. The water feels good on your skin as the pad of his thumb starts rubbing soft lines under your jaw while his tongue swipes at your bottom lip looking for more. You don’t give into his advances on purpose, keeping your mouth closed to get him back for all his teasing you feel his smile grow against your own.

Expecting him to stop and surrender, he only doubles down. Catching your top lip with his bottom, he pulls away just enough for you to open your eyes. God, you wished you kept them closed. The brightness from outside had turned them into nothing but black leaving no trace of the specks of brown from before. The knowledge that he was just as affected by all of this as you sends you reeling. Toes curling inside your sneakers.

“Whining over here for me to give you what you want, and here I am baby, and you’re playing hard to get.” Nipping at your bottom lip he meets your heavy lidded gaze again, “Gonna let me give you what you want?”

He barely lets you finish nodding before he’s on you, the hunger from outside coming back as he leans over the bar to deepen the kiss like you’d been begging him for. Opening your mouth for him without hesitation when he asks for permission again your tongues meet lazily, exploring each other like you didn’t get a chance to before. Pushing up again eager to get more of him he pulls back leaving you breathless with spit slick lips.

Despite the way his chest heaves trying to catch his breath, he does his best to play it cool, smirking when you have no shame chasing for more.

“I gotta finish closing up.” He gives you one more chaste kiss before he starts wiping the rest of the counter down. 

Jutting out your bottom lip into a pout, he laughs, throwing out a ‘you’ll survive five minutes baby.’

You leave him alone doing your best not to distract him, despite how much your fingers itch to have him close again. Grabbing the money from the register and the receipts for the night he disappears back into what you could only assume was Rick’s office. When he pops back out he looks a little more relaxed.

“Just gotta wipe the bottles down and then I’m getting the prettiest girl the best pancakes in town.” Clapping his hands together with a rub of his palms, he grabs another rag.

You were starting to hate pancakes. Not that you didn’t want them, you just wanted him more.

“Hey Eddie?” Trying to hide your ulterior motives in the sweetness of your voice, his eyes meet yours almost instantly and they narrow just as quick.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Setting the rag down he leans forward with his palms on the bar he gives you his undivided attention. An intimidation tactic. Unable to help yourself, your eyes trace up the ink covering his arms.

“Teach me how to make that drink?” Looking up at him from under your lashes, you see something flash across his face, fingertips digging into the countertop after the question leaves your mouth.

“Wasting Love?” 

“I mean, I wouldn’t call it that now, would you?” Laying it on thick, a slow smile spreads across his face. He saw what you were doing and he was going to fall into your trap willingly.

“Why don’t you come back here then, we’ll make our own.” His voice comes out low, his pupils taking over all the brown, pretty white teeth baring themselves at you.

His gaze is predatory when he watches you jump from the stool, the exaggerated sway of your hips keeps his eyes trained on the curve of your waist as you make your way into his space for the first time all night. Leaning against the back counter, his legs are spread wide leaving little to the imagination on how worked up you had him. His eyebrows raise when he sees the automatic press of your thighs at the sight. It wasn’t fair, you were trying to seduce him, not the other way around. He wasn’t even trying.

As if on cue the jukebox that had been left to play all night clicks, Ginuwine’s Pony pouring out of the speakers as he licks his lips unashamed at the way he’s drinking all of you in like this.

“Gonna teach me how to make something sweet, Eddie?” Trailing a finger along the bar while you close the distance, you drag out the ‘e’ at the end of his name just enough to get him to groan.

His hands grab your waist squeezing just hard enough to feel his strength before using it to pull you flush against him. The material of your dress doing nothing to hide how hard he is pressed into your ass. His lips trace the shell of your ear, the heat of his breath tickling your neck as you push back into him searching for more. The stubble on his face rubs rough against the soft skin of your cheek as he punctuates each word with a roll of his hips.

“The sweetest, baby.” 

You bite back your moan when his nose trails up your neck, his lips just barely grazing the warmth of your flesh before they settle back against your ear. You hold onto the wood of the bar in front of you when he hums low, feeling it deep in your core. His calloused fingers start a path up the bare skin of your thigh hiking up your dress when they catch the hem.

“Tell me,” your eyes close when his nose is pressed to your temple as he speaks, “Do you like cherries, baby?” His tongue catches your earlobe sucking it into his mouth, grazing it between his teeth when he lets it back out.

Your knees almost buckle at how good everything feels, the slow rock of his hips never stopping as he plucks at the lace trim of your underwear. 

“Y- yeah, I love cherries,” you whimper when his palms lay flat on the outside of your thighs, the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin when he squeezes at the fat working his way back up.

“Of course you do, pretty.” His thumbs hook the sides of your underwear, “You’re just so sweet all the time, huh?” Despite the need for friction, you spread your legs for him wondering if he can hear the way your lips pull apart sticky, arousal coating the inside of your thighs.

He chuckles soft in your ear praising you with a ‘so sweet’ before giving them a tug, letting the red lace fall to the floor. Keeping his hands on your hips, he presses himself against you hard enough to have the heels of your sneakers pick up off the ground. A low ‘fuck’ slipping out from under his breath when you whine a little.

“Red lace? Was Kurt gonna get lucky or was this just a ploy to get me all along, sweetheart?” Your cheeks burn at his question, his low chuckle tickling your ear when he hears you huff out an annoyed breath. “‘Cause if that’s the case all you would’ve had to do is walk through that door on any given night.”

He grinds himself against you one more time, but you can really feel him this time and it makes your legs shake.

“Are we gonna make this drink or do you wanna keep talking about Craig?”  The shake of your voice doesn’t go unnoticed despite trying to be sharp with him but the grip on your waist still tightens at the mention of the other man’s name

“Sure we can, if that’s really what you wanna do.” His words taunt you but with one hand holding you against him the other flips a clean cocktail glass onto the bar top with ease, like he wasn’t rock hard digging into your back.

Reaching around, his hand trails up the front of your thigh sending goosebumps across your heated skin. A shiver runs down your spine when he dares to dip between your legs inching his way towards where you want him most.

“We better not mix liquors so why don’t you be a good girl and grab the whiskey for me.” His lips brush against your ear with every word, his hand never faltering on their path even when his fingertips meet your slick folds. Feather light, he traces along your slit, not daring to break the barrier yet. Brain hazy with want you don’t even comprehend what bottle you reach for, blindly grabbing for whatever was in front of you.

“That is tequila, sweetheart. Tsk, tsk, tsk are you even listening to what I’m saying? Or are you too…” Before he finishes his sentence he pushes his index finger past your entrance, your warm walls wrapping tight around his digit, “…distracted?”

Your head lulls back against his chest, your eyes closing when he pushes two knuckles deeper. Your needy whimper makes him kick up again making you grind your ass against him in response. Licking your lips, you try to collect yourself only chasing for more of his finger once. 

“N-no, I can do it.”  Determined to prove him wrong, you focus just long enough to grab the Jameson bottle, “What’s next?”

He hums in approval while his smile grows against your skin. Deciding to indulge in your stubborn game still, he curves his finger enough just to make you gasp his name.

“Are we keeping this simple, or do you want something a little more—” Adding a second finger, you stretch easily for him now, dripping down his hand, “Complicated?” 

You shudder, a moan slipping past your lips while your grip on the bottle tightens so much you're scared it’ll shatter. Fuck, you gotta keep it …

“S- simple - oh.” His thumb finds your clit applying just enough pressure to have your mouth fall open and your brows to knit together, and just as quick as he’s there, he’s gone. 

Pulling himself free, he tries his best to ignore the way your pussy tries to suck him back in, your body begging him for more. You whimper at the loss, your eyes opening to remind you where you are.

“I’m gonna need both hands to do this, baby.” His fingers shine with your slick when he wiggles them for show, stepping back just enough for you to see the grin on his face but not enough to get out of your personal space. 

Grabbing his wrist, his eyes go dark when he realizes what you’re about to do. Gaze turning half lidded when your mouth opens, huffing out a deep breath when your tongue flattens against the pads of the two fingers that were just buried inside of you. Wrapping your lips around them, your arousal is tangy sweet hitting your taste buds.

Hollowing your cheeks as you suck them clean, you watch the confidence drain from his face, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the sight. The blunt ends of his nails dig through the soft material of your dress and he starts rutting into you with a little more force when you slide your tongue between each knuckle.

“Jesus christ,” his voice is strangled, words coming out through gritted teeth when you let him go with a loud pop.

“Now you can use both hands,” you say innocently, like you didn’t just suck them clean. You let his fingers tug at your bottom lip before dropping his wrist.

He fists a handful of your dress, a low growl rumbling from his chest getting a taste of his own medicine. Licking his lips, his eyes narrow at you before his teeth start to show, mischievous in the low light.

“Well if we want this drink cold, we need to fill this shaker with ice.” Just like the glass, he flips it on the counter one hand never leaving your waist despite his claim. 

Pressing his lips to your ear again, he makes sure to let his breath linger a little before he talks, enjoying the goosebumps that appear from such a simple touch.

“Fill it up for me, baby?” Your thighs clench at the deep rasp in his voice, both of his hands finding a home spread out on your thighs.

Nodding your head you slide open the silver metal door of the ice chest below you, bending over more than you needed to to scoop it up into the shaker. He groans loud when you press into him like this, his fingers making quick work to flip the back of your dress up. 

“Look at you, so fucking messy for me and I’ve barely touched you.” Grabbing a handful of your ass, he ruts into you, the rough denim hitting your clit in a way that has you moaning his name.

He laughs quietly at your neediness flipping your dress back down when you straighten out. Chests heaving in time with the other, neither one of you was ready to back down. Not yet.

“Might need to unzip those pants.” Looking over your shoulder at him you fake a pout, “Feeling a little strained back there handsome.”

Smugness dripping from the smile on your face, he raises his eyebrows at you in a challenge. 

“Since you wanted something simple sweetheart, we just need two more things.” One hand snakes its way back between your legs, squeezing at the inside of your thigh before he lets you go for the first time since you set foot behind the bar.

Craning your neck so you could follow him, you find him bent down grabbing lemon juice from the mini fridge under the shorter back counter. Shutting the door with his foot when he stands up, he throws a wink your way when he grabs the simple syrup.

Setting the bottles in front of you he steals a quick kiss that leaves you wanting more before he grabs the small tub of cherries from the fridge he forgot his first go around.

“Okay, so you’re gonna grab the Jameson, and I want you to pour it out to the count of three for me then cut it off.” He returns to his place behind you, his large hand swallowing yours when it shadows your movements.

Your pour is shaky when he counts low in your ear, nuzzling his nose in your hair calling you a good girl after each successful addition to the simple concoction.

“Alright, now you’re gonna shake it as hard as you can angel.” His hands squeeze your hips for encouragement.

Doing as he says he pulls you against him even harder when your arms start to go wild. Your chest bounces with each movement making you giggle and you almost don’t hear the hitch in his breath at the sight. 

He helps you by putting the strainer over the rim of the glass when you’re ready to pour. Mumbling soft words of praise while he nibbles at your ear lobe. The drink is much lighter than the one you had all night, the dark orange turning lemon as the white foam fizzed on top.

“I think I could take your job.” You smirk reaching for the cherries to top it all off. 

“You think you could take my job?” He snorts incredulous, watching you unwrap the plastic wrap from the small tub dropping three cherries into the already very sweet cocktail.

“Absolutely.” Grinning while ignoring his stare you reach for another cherry, “No doubt in my mind.” You grab the fruit between your teeth, finally meeting his eyes as you pull the stem, relishing in the burst of sugar and grenadine that erupts against your tongue.

“Tough luck princess, unless you know how to tie that cherry stem in a knot with your teeth, no bar in this town is gonna touch you.” Grabbing his own cherry, he dangles it in front of your frowning mouth for you to bite. Obliging him with it bumps your bottom lip you tug gently, taking the fruit before chewing slowly while he sucks the stem once before it disappears in his mouth.

“I’m calling your bluff now. No one knows how to actually do that.” Daring him to prove you wrong he mutters a ‘watch me’ between his working teeth.

You don’t lose focus on the way his hand on your waist starts to wander, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the fat of your thigh while his tongue ties the stem like it’s easy. Jaw flexing with each twist of his tongue before he pushes it out to show you, a pleased look on his face when the small knot in the middle comes out perfectly placed. 

Swiping it off his tongue with the fingers that were inside you minutes ago, you wonder if he can still taste you when he sets it next to your drink satisfied by the way your jaw drops.

“How do you think I got this job? I’m more than just a cute face.” The touch of his hands grows bolder when they start working their way up your dress, a thickness in the air that wasn’t there before filling your lungs.

“That’s quite the skill set you have there Mr. Munson,” your giggle is breathless, your eyes going from his down to his lips as you try to play it off.  

“I can do more than that with my tongue sweetheart, if you wanna find out.” His nose nudges against yours, the smirk on his face making you sweat when his fingers trace up your wet folds again.

Surrendering instantly, you forget all about the drink the two of you made nodding without hesitation the desperation for him all night finally taking over.

“Yeah?” His voice breaks when his thick fingers push into your entrance again feeling just how worked up all his teasing had you.

“Please - Eddie,” the pad of his thumb finds your clit again making you beg, “Fuck.”

“Asking me so sweet, how could I say no to you?” Murmuring against your lips, he finally gives in and kisses you. Wet and sloppy he only does it long enough to take your breath away before dropping to his knees.

His big hands on your hips angle you to face forward, flipping your dress up over your ass again. The air of the bar is still hot against your folds, arousal dripping down your thighs, you’re fully exposed to him now. You hear him suck the skin of his teeth at the sight, a ringed hand coming down just hard enough on your right cheek to make it jiggle before both hands palm the fat.

“I can’t believe you were gonna let anybody else but me have this pussy. Should be a punishable offense.” Pulling your cheeks apart to expose more of you to his hungry eyes, he pushes at the small of your back signaling for you to bend over more for him.

He moans loud enough to make you jump when you listen to his command, even you can hear the sound of your lips pulling apart for him. 

“All this for me, baby, fuck, you spoil me.” He wastes no time burying his face between your folds, his talented tongue collecting your juices before finding your clit. The rough hair on his chin rubbing your sensitive skin raw as he shakes his head from side to side. 

Squeezing your ass to pull you closer to his face when you try to run away, he sucks your bundle of nerves harder when he gets you back to where he wants you, dipping his nose into your entrance every time.

He does the motions he would do when he ties the cherry stem into a knot against your clit, a strangled moan ripping from your throat when he does it again.

Your hands find purchase on the top of the bar, eyes closed tight while you see white behind your lids. Your nails dig into the wood when his tongue flattens, the lewd squelching of your arousal filling your ears when he pushes his face so deep between your legs you aren’t sure if he can even breathe. The moan that rumbles through his chest and vibrates to your core tells you he doesn’t care. Wrapping his lips tight around your clit he sucks even harder, not caring when your legs start to shake from overstimulation. 

“Eddie, Eddie, I’m gonna - fuck!” His name comes out long and drawn out when you fall apart on his tongue. Relentless, his teasing never stops, his hands holding you up while your body starts to shake. Humming low in satisfaction against your cunt.

“I n- need, I need…” willing your eyes to open, your vision’s blurry from how hard he made you cum. Pulling away with a loud smack of his lips, he palms your ass cheeks before craning his neck to try and get a good look at you.

“What do you need, baby?” He nips at the curve of your right cheek before pressing his face to it, dazed from getting what he’s wanted all night completely content.

“I just, I just need you to fuck me,” you don’t recognize the choke in your voice when you whine for him. Whine for more.

“Jesus christ.” His words tickle against your skin when he groans, kneading the soft flesh of your ass one more time before standing up. 

His hands are on your hips before you can fully register the change in position, spinning you around and lifting you up he sets you on top of the counter behind the bar. The one where drinks aren’t served and the one that’s low enough for Eddie to slot himself perfectly between your legs. 

Eyes blown black while his beard and nose ring shine with your slick, his lips part - swollen and pink from pulling your first orgasm out of you. Bangs clinging to his forehead, his hair is a wild mess on top of his head from your hands. The confident air about him is gone, replaced with nothing but the need to have you. Snapping out of your daze, you’re quick to find the metal of his belt buckle.

His forehead presses to yours, while he watches the way your dainty fingers work the leather out through the loop. The white tips of your nails catch his eye when you undo the button of his jeans and his cock twitches at the thought of them pumping him for all he’s worth.

He hisses when you push the denim down his hips, his hard dick springing out to smack against his shirt that you immediately wish wasn’t there. Precum leaks from the angry looking pink tip while your hands fist the hem of the worn cotton, silently begging him to get rid of it. The big vein that follows the curve of his length makes your mouth water as he obliges your pleas, ripping his shirt off and throwing it somewhere you’d have to find later. 

You’re able to really take all of him in like this, his chest is heaving covered with just as many tattoos as the rest of him, the silver chain you’d peeped earlier hanging right in the dip between his pecs. Your eyes follow the dark patch of hair that leads to his cock, long with the kind of girth that you know is going to be a stretch, a strangled whine bubbles out of you at the sight while your thighs spread begging for him.

“God, I want you so bad,” you whine wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer giving into your animalistic instincts. 

“I know baby, me fuckin’ too.” He pumps his cock a few times groaning loud, squeezing hard at the base before pressing the head between your dripping lips. Mesmerized at how they wrap around his tip, his precum mixes messy with your arousal making lewd noises as he sweeps it through your folds.

Body shaking every time he hits your clit, you finally hook your ankles growing impatient when he teases your entrance.

“Fuck. Me.” You get out through gritted teeth, the lopsided grin he’d been giving you all night turns cocky when he pushes the tip in, your head lulls back at the invasion, the silk of your walls desperate to start sucking him deeper.

“Not so sweet now are you, huh?” Pushing himself all the way in, his rough thatch of pubic hair hits your clit when he bottoms out. His confidence falters for a second when a deep moan rips through his chest at the feeling. “So fuckin’ tight baby - shit.”

Your nails dig half crescent moons into his inked skin while you adjust to his size, his nose skimming against your cheek while he whispers how good you take him when your walls start to milk him, your body letting him know it was okay to finally move.

“Feel so good, Eddie, fuck - so good.” Your hips start a slow rock, feeling every ridge and curve of him. Your dress sits rucked up at your waist giving a perfect view of the way you take him, and it’s even better than what his imagination had come up with all night. 

He lets you use him for a minute, big hands resting on your waist — content with just watching the way you coat his cock with everything you have left over for him from the first time he made you cum. 

“That feels good, huh?” Cooing at the way your brows knit together and your mouth falls open, he picks up the pace, taking control. 

Pulling you all the way to the edge, his strokes get deeper, the tip of him hitting the spot that you know Craig would have never found. He pulls his cock out half way, relishing how your velvet walls try to keep him in place, he holds his composure before pushing back in, filling you to the brim. Addicted to the way it makes you gasp his name and arch your back, your body asks him for more when you’re too cock drunk to get the words out.

The straps of your dress start slipping down your shoulders with every thrust, your breasts bouncing just begging for his attention. His cock twitches inside you, it's almost too much. Greedy for more despite fighting the urge to cum, he tugs the front of your dress down to reveal a matching bra to the panties on the floor. Hips stuttering for a moment he growls at the reminder of your date before tugging the lace down, your nipple pebbling instantly for him before he takes it in the heat of his mouth. 

Pushing yourself closer, needing more, your hands find their way to bury themselves in his curls, holding him close. You needed him close. His tongue flicks at your sensitive bud and it makes you suck your bottom lip between your teeth. Your hips finding a way to match his strokes, reigniting the flames deep in your gut. God, he was gonna make you cum again.

He grunts around your breast, spit dripping down your soft skin from his ministrations while the snap of his hips start to get harsher and you know he’s nearing his end. He lets your nipple go with a loud pop before his hand comes up to grip your chin, his lips finding yours in a frantic mess of teeth and battling tongues.

The wood creaks underneath you from the force of his thrusts and the bounce of your ass to meet them. Mouths tangled, you swallow each other's ragged breaths, both of you desperately searching for your end when his fingers find your clit. Rubbing circles with just enough pressure to have your body start to shake against his, he nips at your bottom lip grunting when he feels the way it makes you flutter around him.

“Come on baby, give me another one. Be my sweet girl again and tell me how good I make you cum.” His fingers slip against your clit, fingers wet from how worked up he had you but his words are enough to have your world stop for a second.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Ed-“ Going blind behind your closed eyes he coaxes your second orgasm out of you with a silent scream falling onto his turned up lips. Proud of his work, his hips start picking up their pace inching closer to his own release he’d been fighting off since going down on you. 

“God, - fuck I’m close - where d-do you-?” Sweat drips down his forehead while he struggles to find his words, his impending orgasm making him short circuit.

“Inside, shit - please, I need it, Eddie.” Still needy and barely coming down, your legs around his waist tighten their hold, locking him in place while you use the last of your strength to help get him there. 

“Whatever you’re doing - holy shit , Jesus - I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” His hips press hard against yours when his cock twitches, spilling warm inside your greedy walls that don’t stop asking him for more. His face hides in your neck, the heat of his breath fanning against your sweat kissed skin while his body shakes with his release.

The roll of your hips never stops, just slowing enough to make him shiver after he starts softening, spent inside of you. You know there’s a mess starting to drip but neither one of you has the energy to move just yet. His lips start leaving small kisses along your neck, nose nudging against the space behind your ear and you can feel his smile against your cheek before he finally lifts his head up. The brown in his eyes return to a warm auburn like before when they meet yours.

“Rick is gonna fucking kill me if he ever finds out what happened on this counter tonight.” Rolling your eyes, you snort at his joke before shoving against his chest.

“You’re telling me you don’t fuck all your cute customers behind the bar, Eddie?” Batting your lashes at him, he squeezes your hips with a smirk. 

“Only, the really, really cute ones. I take them to get pancakes at IHOP around the corner, too.” Something shifts in his eyes and you think for a second you might see self doubt in them for the first time all night, “That is, if they still want to.”

“Well lucky for you, I only let bartender’s from The Foxy Lounge take me out.” Nudging your nose against his, your smile touches his lips.

“Sweetheart, you know I’m the only bartender here right?” Grinning like someone who just won the lottery, he quickly gets rid of the space between you, kissing you like it too.

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[samthestrangerthingsfan]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, lots of parallels, reader is a lil down on herself but don't worry, eddie is down bad for her.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of weed and smoking, smut!! 18+, minors DNI.

AN: do i write 90% of my fics based on what pops into my head when i hear a certain song? yeah. also this is only half edited bc life. enjoy bbs <3

“Okay, okay,” You laughed. “One more hit then I’m tapped out, Eds.”

Eddie grinned, speaking through a half-held breath. “Oh no, Sweetheart. New stuff hittin’ a little too hard?”

You inhaled deeply, passing back to him what was left of the joint. It went straight to your head, and you flopped back, laying comfortably on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie inhaled, following suit, making your body bounce as he hit the mattress.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “Feel like I’m fuckin’ flying.” He grips your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Don’t let me float away, okay?”

You smile at him, taking in how fucking beautiful he looks under the dim lights in his bedroom.

“Never. You’re stuck with me, Eds.”

He looks down at you, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took you in like he'd done 100 times before. Eyes trailing from your nose, to your eyes, landing at your mouth.

So fucking beautiful.

“Good," he breathes, pulling you in closer. "Just the way I like it.”

Eddie let go of you hand, only to wrap his arm around you and pull you into his chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head, "This okay?"

It's all I want. You think.

"Or do we have to get up and go watch that cheesy chick-flick I promised we'd watch.

You sighed, fiddling with the hem of your denim skirt. "I'd stay here all night if you let me."

That's all I want. He thinks.

Eddie leans back a bit, looking down at you. He's not sure if it's the weed making his so emotional, but he swears he could cry just looking into your eyes. "What am I gonna do if one of these dates you keep going on works out? What if someone takes you from me?"

He tries to sound relaxed, but the truth is, the thought keeps him up at night. There’s gonna be a guy that steals you away from him one of these days. Someone who can give you everything he can’t, someone brave enough to open their mouth and tell you just how much they love you.

and it'll crush him.

The laugh that escapes you is a cynical one, "Eddie, I've been on three dates with three different men, and I've gone home alone each time."

"So?" He asks.

"So," You scoff. "It means no one is interested in doing anything with me."

It’s true—to you at least. The guys you’d gone out with were either not looking to be tied down, or ran once they met you. The last guy thought you’d be easy because ‘the freak’s best friend has to be a freak herself right?’

The dates were a distraction for you. As your heart pined over the one guy you could have it all with, it was breaking too. Eddie hadn’t made a move on you—ever, and you weren’t brave enough too.

So the two of you sat in limbo, completely unaware that the other person was right there with you.

Eddie sits back, releasing you from his arms. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask, sitting back as well.

"That. Act like you're the problem, and not these shitty fucking dudes you keep going out with.” Eddie tried to control his tone, but his temper got the better of him. He cursed at himself for it.

Jesus H. Christ, Munson, get it together.

You push back from him fully now, "Eddie, the common denominator is me. I-I'm fucking broken or something."

“Stop that.” He seethed.

It’s a command—a tone you've heard him use with Steve, or Dustin, but not you.

Never with you.

Eddie stood as you sat up, hanging your legs off the edge of the bed.

"What--"

He turned back and got to his knees right in front of you.

“Stop talking about yourself like that. It’s fucking ridiculous.”

He was close to you, and with him on his knees, his gaze was just at your eye level. “You’re not broken. There's nothing wrong with you, you’re—you’re fucking perfect.”

“Eddie…”

“No, no, just…just shush for a second.” Eddie moved his hand to your cheek, his thumb sweeping across it gently. “You think all this shit about yourself and it’s just not fucking true. I wish, for a second, you could see yourself how I see you. I fucking adore you.”

You feel the warmth of his breath on your nose. His large hand on your cheek warms you, and you lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

Everything is Eddie in this moment. He’s invading every sense you had.

It’s overwhelming.

You can feel your eyes brim with tears. “You don’t have to say that, Eds. I’m okay. I’m just…I’m lonely, that’s all.”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. He watched you, he saw the tears hidden beneath your lashes. How could you not see it? See how you were…everything to him?

His mind stopped for a moment, deciding whether or not to take the leap, to risk it all and not run for once.

Fuck it.

“I’m right here, Princess. I’ve been right here.” He leans his forehead on yours.

You exhale his name, “Eddie,”

“What,” he’s quick to ask. “What is it, Sweetheart?”

Your on fire with how close he is to you. But he doesn’t mean it, not in the way you hoped he would…does he?

Your eyes open, seeing his beautiful brown ones searching your face for some kind of clue as to what you’re feeling. You clasp your hand on top of his. “Please,” you beg. “Please don’t say things you don’t mean just to make me feel better. My heart can’t take it.”

He laughs softly, bringing his other hand up. He’s cradling your face gently, “Oh, Honey. You have no idea just how much I mean it.”

Eddie is overwhelmed with you. You’re everywhere, and he can’t fucking think straight. Probably a good thing right about now, because he’s about to do something he never thought he’d be lucky enough to do.

“Can,” he clears his throat. “Can I kiss you, Baby?”

With zero hesitation, you nod, earning a chuckle from Eddie.

“Gotta use your words, sweet thing.”

“Yes,” it comes out as a plea. “Kiss me...please.”

Warm warm warm.

It’s all you feel when he leans in. Then his soft lips are on yours, all the while he’s holding you as if you’d be the one to float away.

Eddie kisses you like he’s done it a thousand times. Like he knows your lips and the pattern that drives them crazy. He’s trying to tell you everything he’s been too afraid to say since the moment he met you.

There’s no one but you.

You’re everything.

I love you, please, let me love you.

Regrettably, you pull away. Breathless from the kiss, but also how surreal this moment is.

“I-I,” you sigh, touching your forehead to his. “I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” It comes out as whisper. As if you’d scare him away if you said it too loud.

Eddie smiles, a relieved laugh passing his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

It’s quiet for a beat, Eddie is looking at you so softly and with such care.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with all of the conviction in the world. “My pretty girl.”

“Am I?” You ask. “Am I yours?”

He nods, "If you want to be." He moves his hands, resting one on each thigh. He rubs them absentmindedly, likes he's trying to flatten the goosebumps that had prickled across your skin. “...and I’m yours. You've got me, Honey.”

Eddie's grin was still a shy one. You brush your hand across his face, pushing back any stray hairs. "Eds?"

He grips your wrist gently, placing small, tender kisses along the inside of it. The gesture is so simple, but it sends a heat through you like you've never experienced before.

"What is it, pretty girl? Whatever you want, whatever you need...it's yours."

You intertwine your fingers with his smoothly, "You, Eddie. Need you. Wanna make you feel good, Eds."

Now it was his turn to get goosebumps.

"Fuck, Angel. You can't just say that to me." He breathes.

Your bedroom eyes blink twice, "Please?"

A strangled moan vibrates from his chest, "Who am I to deny the fair maiden what she asks for?" Eddie stands, holding out a hand for you.

You're pulled to your feet by him, and he's looking at you through a brand new set of eyes. "One problem with that though, Princess. You come first."

You gasp as his hands take purchase of your ass, pulling you into him. "If anything, and I mean anything is too much, or too weird, you tell me, okay?"

You're nodding again, and he tuts at you. "Uh-uh. Words, baby."

Your arms fall around his neck and you press your body against his. "Yes, sir."

"Ho-ly-shit." He moans. "Yeah, I'm gonna kiss you now. Cool? Cool."

He's hungrier this time, kissing with teeth and tongue as his roaming hands explore your body.

"Eddie, Eddie..." You breath through swollen lips. "Too many clothes."

"You a mind reader or something?" He jokes, ripping the t-shirt from his body. His body was a work of art in more ways than one, and seeing it now, like this, made you crave it all the more.

You watch as Eddie falls to his knees, "Can I?" He asks, pulling at your skirt.

"God, yes."

He unbuttons the fastener, pulling the distressed denim down until it's pooling at your ankles. Eddie then came face to face with your black-lace covered heat.

"I-I'm dead right? I've died and now I'm at the pearly gates."

Your hands cover your face, "Eddie! Stop!"

He stands quickly, "No, baby, no. God, please don't hide from me." He pulls your hands away gently.

Your shirt is next to go, and so is the matching bra. Eddie pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on.

"Lay down for me, Princess. Wanna take care of you.”

The timber of his voice makes you tremble. Once your comfortable on the bed, Eddie climbs on too.

“Now, I know this is all new, and we’re figuring things out as we go, but…” Eddie pauses, laying on his stomach between your legs.

He starts kissing his way up your legs. “I’ve been dreaming of eating this pussy for a long, kiss, long, kiss, long time.”

You’re so turned on you can barely speak, but you manage to get out a quiet. “Well what are you waiting for?”

Your thong is thrown into parts unknown, and Eddie starts to feast like a man starved.

“Eddie, fuck—“ his tongue explores your heat. His hands hold onto your hips as you grind down onto his mouth.

“Uh-uh, don’t hold back. Wanna hear you, Princess.” He dives back in, lips sucking on your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He slips in one, the two fingers. Pumping and curling them slowly until he finds the spot that makes you see stars.

The fire in your belly is growing and you feel your legs start to shake. “Holy fuck, Eds—Eds I’m gonna cum!” Your hands take purchase in his hair, giving it a sharp tug as you feel the heat engulf you.

Eddie eats your pussy, drinking you in as you cum.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” You release your grip on his hair as you come down from your high.

Eddie crawls up your body, kissing you. You taste yourself all over his tongue. “Don’t be sorry, Baby. Let’s me know you’re enjoying yourself,” he kisses you once more. “Plus, I kinda like it.”

You’re both breathing heavy.

Now it’s his turn.

Your hands touch his shoulder, pushing him gently. “What’re you doing, pretty girl?” He asks softly.

When Eddie’s leaned back against the headboard, you pull his boxers off. Pink, uncut cock springing from it's confines.

God damn...he's fucking huge.

"Gonna ride you, Eds. Let you feel what you did to me." You climbed on top of him, "Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?"

Eddie's nodding, not sure what part of you he wants to look at more.

"Uh-uh," you tease. "Use your words, Handsome."

"Fuck," He breathes. He palms your bare chest, moving the pads of his thumbs over your nipples. "Do whatever you want to me, use me, I'm yours." He leans forward, hot mouth latching to your other breast.

You sit up, allowing Eddie's hard length to slip inside your aching cunt. The sheer stretch and size is enough to snatch the breath from your lungs.

"Eds...Eds, shit. S'big." You moan.

His eyes close as he bottoms out inside of you, "So tight. Fuckin' pussy was made for me, she wants my cock. Won't let it go. She greedy, baby?"

You adjust to his size filling the void inside you. Eddie hold your hips as you begin to ride him, helping you to keep a steady rhythm.

"Look at you, Princess. Cock-drunk already, hm?" He teases.

Eddie is whispering praises as he fucks up into you.

Such a good girl.

Taking me so well.

My pretty girl.

Mine.

Eddie's pace quickens, and you feel the tremble return to your legs.

"Eddie, fuck, I--"

"I know, Honey. I can feel it, feel you squeezin' me. Let go, Angel. Go on, cum for me."

His words are like a spell.

You cum harder than you did on his mouth, and this time, it's his cock that's drenched in your essence.

"Gonna cum, Sweetheart. Where--"

You're entirely lost in everything Eddie. "Inside me, Eds. Fuck, please cum inside me."

"Shit, shit, shit." Eddie's moves become erratic. Sloppy thrusts chasing his release, and when he does, he all but growls in your ear.

He's breathless and spent, but his arms wrap around you. Eddie holds you, softening inside you. He kisses the center of your chest, the trail making its way across your shoulder, up your jaw, and to your lips.

"Hi." He says quietly.

You giggle softly, "Hi."

"So uh, not sure if this is a good time or not..."

You kiss his nose, "Hmm?"

"I-I...I love you. I don't know, just felt like someone should tell you, might as well be me." Eddie's big brown eyes search your face for any sign of regret or discomfort.

Nothing.

You kiss him deeply, "I'm glad you told me, otherwise I'd be sitting over here, in love with you, looking all silly by myself."

Eddie holds you tighter. "You, you love me?"

You giggle, "Edward Munson. I love you."

He pulls you closer, "You love me." It's a statement now.

Eddie lays his head against your bare chest. "I'm gonna get you cleaned up in a second, Sweetheart. Just wanna hold you for a little."

Rubbing small circles on his back, you kissed the top of his head. "I'm not going anywhere, Handsome."

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Day 6 of @harringrovekinktober!!

nsfw | pain play & dirty talk w mentions of snowballing, spanking, and praise kink

🖤

He’s at a party and he’s kinda drunk and Steve’s looking way too fucking good tonight.

Billy’s always had an oral fixation — always needs something in his mouth, which used to be the ends of pencils and lollipops, up until he started smoking.

And sucking cock.

Although, he hasn’t done much of it since moving to Bumfuck Nowhere, Indiana, and it’s kinda driving him crazy.

He almost misses it — the weight of it on his tongue, how it stretches his mouth, the salty-bitter taste, how powerful he felt reducing a guy to pathetic moans and whimpers.

And Steve looks like the type to sound like a bitch when he’s got his big dick in someone’s throat. Billy’s throat.

He’s gonna find out, he has to.

Which, surprisingly, isn’t that hard to do. Steve’s already as drunk as he is, caution thrown to the wind a long time ago, and Billy’s rolling his tongue around in his mouth as he shoves the pretty boy into an empty room.

He shoves Steve onto the bed just to listen to his pouty little, “Don’t push me,” and the little glare Steve gives him makes Billy grin, his teeth reflecting the dim light of the lamp across the room.

Steve looks like a fucking treat: leaning back on his elbows, thighs spread open, hair a perfect mess, his cheeks flushed pink.

And, he’s already hard. Perhaps he likes the pushing around more than he’s letting on.

“I’ll push you all I want, princess,” Billy hums as he steps between Steve’s legs hanging over the edge of the bed and sinks to his knees there, his blue eyes trained on Steve’s dark ones, watching him squirm in anticipation.

The sound of the music blaring down the hall filters into their quiet room as Billy tugs at Steve’s belt and pants, impatient, and ignoring Steve’s questions about whether he locked the door or if he thinks they should go back to his place for more privacy.

Billy can’t fucking wait so he fixes the other boy with a glare and says, “Door’s locked, stop being a pussy.”

Which makes Steve pout and glare at him again, muttering about how much he isn’t a pussy under his breath as they both watch Billy aggressively tug Steve’s pants and briefs down his legs until they’re off completely.

And holy fucking shit.

Billy’s seen it soft before, in the locker room, but Steve’s cock hard was something else.

He can see Steve squirming again, an annoyed huff of, “You gonna suck it or stare at it?” asked a moment later.

“Both,” Billy smirks, reaching and wrapping his fingers around the thickness of it, giving it a couple dry strokes just to make the pretty boy wince, before he’s eagerly leaning forward to lick a stripe from base to tip.

“Pretty boy with a big fucking dick,” he mumbles against the velvet skin, staring up at Steve, who’s staring down at him with slightly parted lips, watching Billy nuzzle his cheek against his dick.

Billy will blame the alcohol for the fucking worshipping he’s doing, smearing Steve’s cock across his nose and lips, moaning as he buried his face lower into the coarse hair there, inhaling the scent of Steve greedily.

“Jesus, Hargrove,” Steve breathes, his eyebrows lifted as he watches the filthy display, “You really want it that bad, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Billy mumbles and bites a sharp little pinch into Steve’s thigh in retaliation, making a soft sound when he watches the look of surprised pleasure cross Steve’s face.

“You like a lil’ rough, Harrington?” He asks in a low tone, sliding his palm up and down the length of him, giving the tip a little twist before smoothing down to the pretty boy’s balls, which he gives a little tap with his fingertips.

His mouth curves into a delighted smile when Steve whimpers at that, his face twisting again in that pleasured bit of pain.

“Oh, I think you do,” Billy chuckles as he gives Steve’s balls another tap, this time harder, and it has Steve gasping with a squirm.

“Billy,” Steve breathes, his eyes glazing over a bit as his thighs spread further, welcoming the touches — if they could be called that.

“Steve,” he mocks in the same tone, still grinning, “You like that, baby? You’d probably cum right on the spot if I spanked you, hm?”

The blush on Steve’s cheeks going pink to red tell him all he needs to know.

“Maybe later I’ll smack your ass so red and sore you’ll think about me every time you sit down,” he hums as he slides his hand around Steve’s dick again, feeling his own neglected cock twitch in his tight jeans at the thought, and from the little punched-out sound Steve makes.

“God, you’re such a slut for it,” Billy murmurs as he leans forward, letting some spit gather in his mouth before letting it drop onto the top of Steve’s dick, smearing it there with his hand.

His gaze lifts to Steve’s face again, watching pleasure flicker across it before he says, “Beg me to suck your dick.”

Which is funny, because he feels like he needs to beg Steve to let him suck it, but it’s more fun this way.

“Please,” Steve whispers, probably drunk enough to not fight back, too desperate for Billy’s mouth, “Please suck my dick…”

He squeezes the tip on the upstroke and watches Steve’s eyelids flutter, mutters, “Good boy,” before lowering his mouth to stuff it full of Steve’s cock.

Fuck, it’s better than he’d imagined. So heavy, so thick, so perfect. He can’t help but to moan as he swirls his tongue around the tip, digging into the slit with a pointed tongue and humming a laugh at the way Steve swears under his breath and grasps at the sheets.

Billy can’t help himself — he presses further, opening his mouth and jaw wider as he gently wiggles his head down, swallowing around Steve with a soft gag that Steve swears at again.

“Fuck, Billy, slow down,” Steve pants, but the way his hips are twitching up tells Billy that no, he shouldn’t slow down, he’s gonna make King Steve cum in record time.

He doesn’t stop until he’s breathing hard through his nose and pressing it to the coarse hair again, feeling his eyes roll back a little as he swallows around Steve again, spit gathering at the corners of his mouth as he begins to bob his head.

“Jeeesus,” Steve slurs, falling back onto the bed as he grabs at his own hair, dragging his hands down his face as he listens to the sound of Billy swallowing around him and gently choking on his cock.

When he feels lightheaded, Billy pulls off with a gasp, still stroking Steve as he catches his breath, watching the pretty boy try so hard not to cum.

Billy’s fist stops at the base of the other boy’s cock and with his other hand, he slaps the tip with his palm, like he could Steve’s cheek — and he drunkenly grins at the loud moan that rips out of Steve’s mouth.

“C’mon, Stevie, last a lil’ longer for me,” Billy breathes before he’s leaning down again, swallowing around Steve with a moan, choking as Steve’s hips twitch up and up.

He’s barely given a warning, a choking of his own name falling from Steve’s lips, before Steve cums right into his throat.

And he’s honestly so fucking desperate that he actually swallows it, humming happily as he does, bobbing his mouth up and down until Steve’s whining about ‘too much’ and whatever else he’s bitching about.

Billy pulls off and rests his head on Steve’s thigh, trying to catch his breath as he does, savouring the taste of Steve’s cock and cum in his mouth because he’s fucking gross and needy like that, but he doesn’t care.

“Did…did you swallow..?” Steve asks softly and suddenly, kinda breathlessly.

Billy glances up at him again, seeing the look of disbelief and awe on Steve’s face, and it makes him snort in amusement, “Yeah. So?”

“Nothing, just…didn’t think you were the type.”

He lifts a brow at that and lifts his head from its soft muscled pillow of Steve’s thigh, cocking his head a little as he says, kinda threatens, “I could just spit it into your mouth next time, if you’d prefer.”

The blush that appears on Steve’s face makes Billy grin again. What a fucking freak. How did he get so lucky?

“You swallow my cock like that again, you can do whatever you want to me,” Steve sighs, stretching a little on the bed as Billy crawls onto it and on top of him, nosing at Steve’s jawline and burying his face into the other’s neck.

“Yeah?” Billy hums, enjoying the scent of Steve’s cologne as he licks across the skin there, “You gonna let me spank you raw then fuck you so I can feel the heat of your skin on my hips?”

“Jesus Christ,” Steve sighs, almost exasperated, but his cock twitches where it’s trapped between their bellies.

Billy hides his smug smile in the crook of Steve’s neck and knows it’s a ‘yes’.

[ramp-it-up]

All I Want

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. A lot of FLUFF Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. A slap on the face, organized crime, implied violent retaliation, Bucky’s arm injury implied, Steve simping for reader, reader watching porn, sloppy toppy, gagging, swallowing, coached masturbation, oral (m/f receiving) fingering, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is a bonus for  #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and any other requests for a part 2 to Try a Little Tenderness. Here it is babes, I hope you like it as much as the first part. Happy New Year! 🍾

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Sam came, and he watched as you paced in your closed store the first day after the dust up at DUMBO. He told you minimal information, just that Bucky was alive and that he was going to stay there per Steve’s ‘request’ until he asked him to leave.

“I’m opening my store today.”

“No. You are not.”

Sam was usually nice, with that beautiful smile on display whenever he picked up Steve’s gifts. But now, he was steadfast.

You were hot. Not only at Steve for not telling you the whole story, but at everyone.

You couldn’t just sit around all day. You walked up to Sam and stood toe to toe.

“Take off that expensive jacket.”

You had an apron with the store logo in your hand.

Hours later, Sam took a break from helping you do store inventory to take a call. You kept working as he stepped into the back room. Then, you walked back to listen.

You peeked around your corner to see Sam letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good. At least that’s progress? He squeezed your hand?”

He paused.

“I know he has a long way to go, but you know Buck’s a fighter.”

“…Yes. Steve. I’m trying, but you know she’s stubborn…She’s okay. She’s a pistol, and she’s working me to death. She’s pissed at you though. At all of us. Yeah… I don’t think I can protect you from that. I’ll tell her it will be a while…”

You went back to your spreadsheet feeling some kind of way. Steve had time to call Sam, but not you. Okay.

Sam stepped out of the back room.

“Bucky’s alive. He was very badly injured, his left arm is…”

Sam paused, looking at you warily.

You looked back at him relieved, yet anxious at the same time.

“Let’s just say that he has a long road.”

You nodded and swallowed.

“What about Steve?”

You hated yourself for asking Sam. You should have been talking to Steve. But you couldn’t help it.

“He’s fine. Just has some… work to do right now.”

Your stomach dropped and you lifted your chin.

“What Steve does with his time has nothing to do with me, Sam. I don’t own him and he certainly does not own me.”

You were ready to fight.

“It’s not like we’re in a relationship. Steve’s fine, Bucky’s alive. So you can go now.”

You looked him in the eye so that he could get the message.

Sam shook his head.

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“Tell your Boss that I’m sending you back.”

Sam advanced upon you, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Learn this, Y/N. Steve’s not my Boss. He’s my friend, and just like Bucky, he’s my partner. I'm doing him a favor making sure you’re alright. That’s what friends do. You can’t send me back.”

You two stared at each other. This must be what it was like to have a brother.

“You know you’re very annoying.”

“Same, lady.”

You fought the urge to laugh and wanted to stick your tongue out at him.

“Get back to work. We have the entire stockroom to count.”

Sam shook his head and obliged.

Six days later, on Christmas Eve, the bell rang, signaling someone opening the door. You turned with a smile to greet the customer to see Steve standing there.

It was liked the wind was knocked out of you.

Steve stood there, staring at you, looking very tired, but with those same sparkling blue eyes. And he had the nerve to smile at you.

“Can I have the usual?”

He was a sight for sore eyes. You’d spent the week worried and frustrated, in addition to mad as hell. But he looked so damn good.

You walked over to Steve, and gazed up at him as he beamed down on you. You did the only thing you could think to do.

You slapped him.

“How dare you!”

Sam, who was in his apron behind the register, audibly gasped, because it didn’t end well with the last woman who slapped Steve. She’d ended up climbing out of a dumpster where Steve had unceremoniously placed her.

You looked over at Sam.

“Here is your friend, Sam. Talk to him. Because I certainly won’t.”

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he rubbed his face. That fire pent up inside you signaled a need for release. He watched you hungrily as you left, then turned back to Sam.

You stormed upstairs toward your apartment, hearing the beginnings of thier conversation.

“I thought we agreed to keep the store closed, Sam.”

“Well, the store’s owner might have a little to say to that. Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to do?…”

You went upstairs, straight to the kitchen, reaching for your liquor cabinet. It was only noon, but you needed a drink.

You heard the door open behind you and did not turn around. You heard his steps into the kitchen, but you were immovable.

“Pour me one?”

You reached for a glass and slammed it down on the counter next to you, then poured some Uncle Nearest into it. You still didn’t look at him, but you shivered as he stepped behind you, nearly touching you to reach around for the glass, but only sharing his body heat.

“I deserve your anger, Ambrosia, But at the beginning, I genuinely thought that you knew who I was. I mean….”

You spun around, eyes full of fire, facing down Steve’s desire for you. And there was something else in his eyes. But you launched in nevertheless.

“At no time over dinner, or while you were sweet talking me into bed, did you mention that you were the head of an international crime organization. And then you put my business in danger. And apparently my life???”

Steve sighed and scrubbed his face.

“I know you’re angry, Baby, but you gotta listen to me.”

You closed your mouth and crossed your arms.

Steve’s face softened. At least you weren’t running away.

“I said at the beginning I thought you knew who I was. But then I realized that you didn’t know me as Steve Rogers the big bad dude, I was just that one customer who was sweet on you and sent gifts. And that made me fall for you even more.”

When he said ‘fall for you,’ your eyes went to his.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Steve…”

You were trying to remain upset, but he was so sincere. Your resolve was weakening.

“Fall for me? You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Steve. You called Sam every day but…”

“I had work to do. Bucky was injured and he was touch and go. And I had to take care of… I had to take care of some things.”

He looked at you and slowed down.

“You had work to do? So did I. But you told me to close my store. You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to call, to text? I figured I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought.” 

You looked down at your dirty chucks, and at Steve’s Ferragamos.

Steve moved closer and tilted your head up by your chin. The electricity from his fingers was almost too much.

“No, Ambrosia.”

Steve’s eyes were wild now, and desperate. He wanted you to understand so badly, but he knew it would seem outlandish.

“You mean so much more. I fell for you because there were no expectations. I kept buying you gifts and you kept sending them back. And I thought you didn’t want me. But then when I asked you on a date and you accepted, I realized that…”

“…That all I want is you.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip. Steve could hardly contain himself.

“I can listen to you, Steve. And I would have listened if you called.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He groaned when you yielded to him, opening your mouth and peeking out your little tongue. He wanted to ravage you, but first, you had to understand.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to know that you change me Ambrosia. With you I am a different man. I couldn’t call you because you make me weak.”

Steve kissed your frown and started talking again.

“With you, weak is a good thing. I am gentle, I am kind. I am patient.”

Steve looked into your eyes. 

“I am in love.”

You gasped. 

“Steve…”

“You gotta listen. When I left, all I could think about, besides Bucky, was you. Your smile, your wit, your laugh, your body. How it felt to make love to you. To be inside you. To make you cum. Do you remember, do you remember how it felt?”

You smiled and nodded, playing with the St. Christopher’s medal around his neck.

“Look at me. Do you remember? Use your words.”

You clenched at his command. And you obeyed.

“Yes, Steve. I remember. I was sore for three days.”

Your admission and the new huskiness in your voice made him pull you closer and you could feel the pulsing in his pants. You also felt his heart beating in his chest.

“Fuck, Ambrosia. You make me wanna ruin you again.”

The way you looked at him indicated that you wanted the same. Steve felt his knees almost give out. He chuckled.

“See? You make me weak in the knees. Thoughts of you make me soft. And for what I had to do, I couldn’t be. D’you understand?”

You tried to think rationally. You knew what he was saying without saying it. He had to do horrible things. You watched the news this past week. You knew what Steve was responsible for. But you didn’t care. Bucky was always nothing but kind to you. And he was Steve’s best friend.

You thought about what you would have done in this situation. You looked back up at Steve.

“I understand.”

You bit your lip again.

“And I am still standing here with you because it is too late for me to tell you to leave. I endured Sam sleeping on my couch for a week and protecting me because I love you too, Steve. I think I have been in love with you for months now. And then, last week...”

Your hands moved to slip his jacket off his shoulders, kneading them and feeling the tension there. Steve’s eyes sought yours again.

“You love me too?”

“Yes, are you tired?”

“Exhausted, but… You want me to stay?”

“Yes…”

Your hand was on the outside of Steve’s pants, grasping his hardness and making him groan, knowing that he was leaking in his underwear. His hands moved up your sides and lifted you up to sit on the counter.

He dove into your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you gentle kisses that made you arch your back and your breasts into his chests. Then, he started sucking hickeys into you as his hands came up to knead and grasp you, and to tease your nipples with his thumbs.

“All week I’ve gone to bed and woken up rock hard to visions of you. Didn’t wanna jack off. I need you Ambrosia. Need to see you cum again. Need to bury myself deep inside you. Need for you to hug me in all the ways. Need to see your beautiful body. Need to sleep with you in my arms. I’m tired. Tired of being without you.”

You nuzzled his ear, knowing that the only important thing right now was his need. And yours.

“Sounds like you need me to suck your dick.” 

You felt bold because he wasn’t looking at you.

The man literally growled in your ear and then picked you up, still wrapped around him like a vine, and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on your bed and looked down on you as you looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

Steve made sure to hold your head up so you could look him in the eye. Your eyes watered as you licked your lips and took a deep breath.

“I said, I want to suck your dick.”

“That’s… what I thought you said.”

Steve continued to hold your head by your chin, and stuck his thumb in your mouth as he undid his pants. You squirmed as you got wet at the sound of his belt clanging on the floor and sucked his thumb like it was going out of style.

Steve could hardly catch his breath for anticipation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked down at you as he pumped his massively hard cock in your face.

“I want to be very, very rough with you, but I’m not going to hurt you, Baby. You want this?”

Steve moved himself to within an inch of your lips.

“Please…” 

You made to move closer, but he held you fast. You almost felt his dick jump when you saw it. You squirmed again.

“Can you take it?”

You managed to extend your tongue and collect the drops of precum on his tip, making Steve shiver as his blazing eyes looked down on you.

“Fuck my face…”

“Holy!”

Steve grabbed both sides of your head as you opened wide and accepted him into your mouth.

“That hot little mouth, holy shit, Ambrosia. How do you…”

You concentrated and allowed him to push past your tonsils to your throat, then suckled him as he pulled out, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You ran your hands up his sides, tracing his v cut and abs upward under his shirt. Steve scrambled to take it off, and then pulled you off of him to take your shirt off.

“Where did you learn that?”

Steve raised his eyebrow as you grabbed for him again. He tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t allow it, as you bottomed out again.

This time when you pulled off, gasping you said one word, “Porn,” and then started slurping sloppily again.

Steve stood there, head thrown back as you took his hips and went to town.

“Thank goodness for technology.”

You hummed your agreement, and then went for the gold.

“Ho-ho-holyyyyy. I’m gonna, fuckkkk Ambrosia, I’m gonna…”

You started gagging louder and finally, Steve took your head in order to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“It’s gonna be a lot… “

Steve was looking down on you with lust and you basked in it.

“You gonna swallow?”

You nodded eagerly, as Steve bared his teeth with an effort to hold back. You played with his balls, and he couldn’t anymore.

“Swallow like a good… fucking… girl…”

With those three thrusts, Steve sent a torrent of spend past your lips. You gulped it down and Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He fell to his knees and you hugged him, assenting to his kiss so that he could taste himself on you.

“Thank you for that. Now I can think straight.”

He moved to push you back on the bed. 

“So, my sweet Ambrosia has been watching porn, huh?”

“I missed you Steve. Missed your cock.”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve was now taking off your shoes, pants, and panites. He kissed your thighs and spread your legs with his hands. He was looking deep into your intimate parts. 

“My little sweet flower. Still so beautiful. But now she’s so sloppy.”

Those blue eyes looked at you, and your cheeks warmed.

“What happened?”

That deep voice.

“You know, Steve…”

“You like sucking my cock, yeah?”

“Yes, I do. Been dreaming of it.”

Steve grunted. His cock coming back to life at your words.

“You been touching yourself?”

“I have, but nothing compares to you. Didn’t know if I would see you again. Was thinking of getting a toy.”

Steve looked angry for a second.

“Never doubt, as long as I have breath in my body. You will see me again.” 

His eyes flicked down your body, reminding you of possession.

“Show me how you touched yourself. I wanna watch. Will you let me watch you cum?”

You squirmed at the request.

“Ssteeevvveeee!”

“Don’t be shy. Look. I’ll join you.” 

Steve leaned up on his elbow and started stroking his dick, making you wetter than you already were.

You bit your lip and slid your hands from your tits down your sides, one moving back up to play with your nipple, and the other finding your clit. You licked your lips as your fingers played in your slippery slit and lubricated your button. The sound was pornographic as your movements indicated how wet you were.

You watched as Steve opened his mouth and moved his hand faster.

“Put your fingers inside, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

You shivered as you obeyed and your thumb tuned your body to a marvelous frequency with Steve watching. It was so erotic. You started to cum when Steve started moaning. 

“How pretty. Y’look so pretty getting off. Pretty little fingers in that gorgeous hole. My sweet Ambrosia…”

He was descending toward your center, breath hot on your cunt.  He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of you.

“Let me be your toy…”

And his lips wrapped around your vibrating clitoris, sliding it between his lips quickly at first, causing you to jump, then, when his strong hands held your thighs open, he suckled it completely into his mouth and used his tongue to try and suck the life out of you.

You screamed and Steve slipped a finger inside your tight hole, thrusting gently at first, and then  adding another finger and becoming more insistent in the quest for your orgasm.

You came very quickly, knees around his head before he pried them off and then held you open. Steve blew on your cunt to extend the sensations, and thrummed your clit while you begged him to stop. The quivers were extended as he came up and sucked your nipples, and pulling his hair only spurred him on longer.

When you finally, finally came down, your hoarse voice complained to, 

“All my stars and heavens, Steve!”

“How can you be so fucking cute and so damn sexy at the same time. My dream girl.”

Steve kissed your forehead as you grabbed his cock and started pumping.

“Gimme.”

Steve tried to frown at you.

“So demanding.”

“Steve please.”

“You want this dick?”

Your breathy “Yes!” almost made him almost cum in your hand. 

“You. Are going to be the death of me.”

Steve held your thighs in your hands and pushed them up beside you.

His stiff cock seemed to know the way home as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid the thick head inside you as you keened as you knew his shaft was almost as thick.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Hnnngh.. Oh Steve…give me more…”

Steve almost exploded at your face and the way you were squeezing him.

“Okay.. I don’t really wanna… hurt…”

“Hurt me pleaseeeee.”

“Shiiiitttttttt.”

Steve slid into your very wet canal and stayed there as you wrapped all of your limbs around him as you got used to his girth again.

“I-I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum… inside… I can’t… you’re gripping me so… so so tight…”

“Mmmmmmghhh! Give me!”

And Steve started moving, slowly at first, and as you urged him on, faster and deeper.

“I had plans for how I was gonna… fuck…”

“Oh my god… Steve, I’m…”

“I wanted to go nice and slow… ohhhhhh…”

When he felt you quiver around him was when he started cumming.

“Fuck! It’s too soon… oh my god you feel so good…”

Steve buried his face into your neck, huffing and puffing as his cum spurted out of him and into your warm goodness. You felt every splash of his hot ejection inside you and briefly considered the consequences.

So did Steve.

“Oh shit, I came inside you.”

Steve looked pretty pleased with himself. You had to laugh.

“I can’t with you, Steve.”

“I believe you just did.”

You both chuckled as he kissed you and collapsed on the bed.

Steve pulled you close.

“Sam is probably down there dealing with customers…still got bills to pay. The lights, the mortgage…”

You were dumping the last thoughts out of your head as you were falling asleep.

“Not the mortgage anymore. Valkyrie bought it from Wells Fargo…”

Steve sighed and kissed you on the forehead, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

“Oh, ” You replied as you snuggled closer to him. 

And both of you fell into the warm embrace of deep sleep for an afternoon nap.

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[hungharrington]

Obsessed with Polaroid Steve stuff, imagine asking him to take Polaroids of you two having sex ugh

got possessed by smth and was like dear god. this needs to be mean!steve so @stevenose shawty & monarch of mean!steve, lots of ur lil thoughts inspired this tehe <3 MDNI this entire blog is 18+, afab!reader, mean!steve, photos taken during sex, p in v other polaroid thoughts here, here, and here

Delirium runs rampent beneath your skin, each nerve fired up as you brain drools out one thought: Steve, Steve, Steve.

The sheets scratch at your forearms, head bowed as you arch your back prettily. Your thighs have a tremble to them, all worked up from taking Steve’s cock from behind�� his thighs slap yours with every thrust. Your hot cunt gushes with every slide of his cock, dripping down your thighs.

“Steve,” you gasp, fingers clutching the sheets tighter as you plead for more. The squelch is loud, your slick inviting his cock in further, deeper, faster. You hear Steve’s gravelly moan, his hands on your hips tightening, and you moan in response. “Steve, baby, I- ah, fuck—”

Steve’s chuckle rumbles lowly, sliding one hand forward to skim along your tummy, nearing your clit. He doesn’t help, doesn’t give you what you need, just teases, his hand smoothing down to hold your hipbone. His hips snap into your faster and you keen, tits brushing the sheets beneath you in a way that only adds to your mounting pleasure.

You moan again, the noise forcing up your throat, making you press your face into the bed. Throes of pleasure make your clit twitch— Steve’s been fucking you for hours, making you bounce on his cock before pressing you down into the mattress but it’s just not enough, you need just that little bit more. Even so, the stream of stimulation has driven you a little bit brainless, everything Steve. You’re as fucked out as you get.

“Oh, honey,” Steve coos, slowing his hips but deepening his thrusts til he’s nearly stopped. Your moan turns to soft whimpers, your hips moving instinctively to try fuck back on him but he doesn’t allow it. The hands around your hips slide up, giving a moment to pinch at your nipples with a smug noise til he tugs you up gently by your shoulders.

“C’mon, baby, sit up, sit back.” He instructs. You go willingly, trying to find feeling back in your arms to push yourself up. At the same time you press up onto your hands, Steve sits back onto his heels, thighs spread wide. His hands shift from your shoulders, wrapping around your middle to pull you back onto him — a pathetic moan bursting from your lips as you sit properly on his fat cock.

“Mm, that’s it.” He’s got that sweet voice on, just a lilt of condescension in it. It makes you shiver, hands grappling to hold onto something — you find his thighs and brace yourself on them, head lolled back to lie on his shoulder. Steve continues, his words a murmur as he kisses along your shoulder and neck. “Y’so fucking pretty when you’re on my cock, honey, so pretty and so good.”

You whine, chest heaving and hole clenching around him— you miss the stimulation already, the intense pleasure fading but right as you begin to use your aching thighs to bounce, Steve’s entire arm wraps around your waist to hold you still.

You whine again, this time in complaint.

“Sh, sh, I know,” Steve says lowly, kissing up your neck. “Open your eyes f’me, sweetheart— see how good you look spread open on my cock, mm?”

Slickness gushes at his words and you peel your scrunched eyes open, seeing that he’s manoeuvred you both to be reflected in the mirror across the bed. His hairy thighs bracket yours and you looking devastatingly pretty all stretched out sitting on his cock, his entire chest pressed against your back. Steve’s arm around your middle squeezes, his other hand shaking up to pinch your nipple again. You squeal and clench, a shaky moan escaping your lips as you feel a bolt of pleasure. Steve watches the whole thing through the mirror, gaze heavy with lust.

“Fuck,” He mutters, tilting his head back for a moment. “You’re so hot, baby, I could just—”

You can feel him sit up straighter and then he shifts, his arm still holding you up as he fishes around for something in his bedside table. It only takes a few moments before he leans back up and he pushes something into your hands.

You tilt your head forward and your breath catches, heat exploding in your tummy at the sight of his polaroid camera.

Steve kisses your shoulder again, nudging your head towards the mirror. His arm still firm around your middle but the other traces down your side, trailing over your hip and wandering close to your inner thigh. You tremble.

“Take one,” Steve says, shifting his just a bit. It makes you shudder, a ripple of fire rolling through you. You clutch the camera tightly and all wrong. Steve nudges you again, voice raspy and low. “Take one and I’ll rub your clit til this pretty pussy is crying all over me,”

His hand swipes up your thigh meaningfully, close to your heat but not touching. “And then when you’re all whiney and embarrassed,” He murmurs. “I’ll fuck you into the mattress, okay baby? I’ll do all the work.”

Your hands fumble for the right buttons, righting the camera in your hand as you hold it out— your finger slipping and hitting the capture button too early. The flash is momentarily blinding and the whir of the camera blends with Steve’s taunting tsking.

“Baby,” He reprimands. He shifts his hips again purposefully, his cock pressing deeper inside you and you mewl pitifully. “Don’t waste film.” He reaches up to pinch your nipple as punishment.

You quiver around him, hands working to hold the camera right and this time you keep your finger off the button as you try to aim it correctly. It’s hard to tell what the shot will look like but you doubt Steve will want your face obscured by the camera. Right as you line it up as best you can, Steve hands shifts to cup your heat — palms hovering just off your clit. The camera tilts down as it shoots but you can’t catch it, can’t resist, your focus on bucking your hips forward to try meet friction.

Steve laughs a bit meanly, his hand moving up and away, without touching you. “Aw, honey, she feeling a bit neglected? Well, you know how to earn it.”

His fingers slide back down, spreading your lips with his fingers, so close you can feel the heat on your pulsing clit. He nudges your face towards the mirror once more, right as his other hand slithers up to curl around your throat loosely.

The flash goes off. Steve’s thumb presses into your clit and screw your face up and moan pathetically— until you cum on his cock, whiney and embarrassed, with Steve’s mean praise goading you through the whole thing.

And true to his word, when he pushes you down and fucks you into the mattress and makes you cum a second time, he does all work.

[nickfowlerrr]

such a tease

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. idk lol.

words: 1.4k

notes: trying to practice writing shorter fics so here’s a lil oneshot. enjoy!

thank you in advance for reading. feedback and comments are always welcome and so appreciated! 🩵

“Steve, this isn’t a joke. Where did you put it?”

You’re kneeling on the floor, peering under his bed as you continue your search. You hear his smug chuckle and your eyes narrow. You sit up and turn to look at him over your shoulder as he stands in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest... his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his shirt…

No. No distractions right now. You force your eyes up to his face as he smirks down at you.

“I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, Rogers,” you call him out as you stand up and stride over to him, jabbing him with a finger and doing your best to look intimidating but knowing full well you were failing as his smirk grew and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “Look, you give it back now and I won’t breathe a word of this to Bucky. Scout's honor,” you say as you cross your fingers behind your back and hold up three on your other hand.

Steve laughs, genuinely laughs, and it confuses you for a second before he pushes off the doorframe, uncrossing his arms and turns you around.

Your face falls stoic as you’re met with your reflection in the mirror behind you. Steve’s hands are still on your arms as he presses closer against you, his lips right against your ear as he speaks through his never faltering smile, “You really need to work on being more perceptive, doll.”

“I’m plenty perceptive, pretty boy,” you reply haughtily as you push your hips back, your ass pressing against him. You watch as his jaw tightens and his hands squeeze you just a bit tighter, his eyes shutting as he wets his lip. You can’t help but smirk in turn at his reaction. “You have something of mine. And I want it back. So, either you give it to me or I’ll have Bucky get it back from you instead.”

“You keep saying that,” he laughs, “but I think I’m gonna call your bluff. I don’t think Bucky even knows about it. And I have a feeling you don’t want him to know, either,” he whispers against your ear as his broad hands fall to your waist.

You try to stifle your gasp as he pulls you back more firmly, holding you to him. You deflate just a bit as you realize he’s seen right through your lifeless “threats”.

"Steve," you whine, letting your head rest back on his chest as you pout up at him, placing your hands over his as he continues holding you. He meets your gaze and smiles down at you, bending to place a soft kiss on your lips. "Pleeease," you murmur against his lips, hoping he'll give in this time.

You really never know with Steve, some days all it takes is a bat of your lashes to get him to fold and other days he truly has the resolve of... well, him.

The nipping of his teeth on your lip as he pulls away lets you know the last thing on his mind is giving in.

"It's a surprise, Steve. Don't ruin it," you complain, turning to face him.

He tuts, apparently insulted at the insinuation. "Ye of such little faith," he admonishes. "If anything, I'm doing you a favor, sweetheart. Your hiding place isn't as secret as you'd like to think. It's in a much safer spot, now. Scout's honor," he smirks, coping your earlier actions. You roll your eyes at him before trying a new tactic.. You need the album before Bucky gets back, the rest of his belated birthday gift all wrapped and just waiting for the final addition.

"I get it," you nod in faux compassion, eyes gazing into his bright blue greens. "You're jealous," your voice is laced with pity as you bring a hand to his solid chest.

He grabs your hand roughly and tugs you, keeping you close against him.

"Maybe I am," he admits. "Why does Buck get all those pretty pictures and not me?"

"Because," you begin, walking into him as he allows you to lead him back, "they were his birthday present; special, just for him. With all the work we've been doing these past few months, things just got pushed back, took a while to get everything together," you shrug.

"And, there's no reason to be jealous, baby. You'll be getting your very own next month. Different pictures, of course. Special," you say as you lean up on your tip toes, your lips brushing against his, "just for you."

You can't help the giggle that escapes you as Steve grabs you and picks you up with no effort at all. You're on your back on his bed in the blink of an eye with Steve on top of you as he attacks you with kisses.

"Such a god damn tease, you know that?" he breaths heavily against your skin as he tugs down your bottoms, taking your panties with them.

"So I've been told," you smile as you lay back and shamelessly watch him undress before you. You pull your top off and don't wait for Steve to lower himself back down to you, instead sitting up on your haunches. Steve follows your lead and sits on the bed when he finishes undressing. You waste no time as you crawl onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. Steve pulls you closer and crashes his lips to yours.

You can feel his cock hard against you and you smile into the kiss.

It's hot and heavy and you're nearly panting as you just enjoy the feeling of one another's bodies being so close, his lips so soft and pillowy against yours, you could just stay like this all night.

The loud clearing of someone's throat has you pulling away from Steve and turning to the open doorway.

"Hey, babe," you say breathlessly as Steve continues trailing his lips down your neck.

"What happened to waiting it out til I got home?" Bucky asks, playfully unimpressed as he strides into the room, already pulling off his jacket as he gets closer.

"He started it," you defend as Bucky stands before you, grabbing your chin before leaning down for a kiss of his own, then taking hold of Steve's and pulling him off you to take his lips in his own.

"Did he, now?" Buck asks as he keeps hold of Steve who smirks in response.

"You said you'd be an hour, you've been gone since twelve. You're welcome for waiting as long as we did."

"Yeah," Bucky scoffs before letting him go and pulling off his shirt. You watch him, always so awestruck by him - by both of them, honestly - as Steve nuzzles into your neck. His lips are pressed to your ear, and he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

"It's in your closet."

"I looked there," you say confused.

"I was moving it around after you," he smirks boyishly, biting back a laugh.

"You're such an asshole," you smile, pushing him playfully as you climb off his lap and off the bed.

You slap Bucky's ass as you pass by him while he throws his discarded briefs into Steve's laundry basket, turning to you with blue eyes dark already, looking up and down your naked form, hunger clear on his face. You bite your lip as you eye him in return. "Be right back," you simper before turning and scurrying off to finish his gift basket.

Your heart feels like it could burst as you hear his and Steve's laughter mingle from the other room. You finally get your hands on the album you'd spent the last hour searching for and arrange it just right in the center of Bucky's gift basket. When it looks just right, you sneak it to Bucky's room and place it carefully on his still neatly made bed. You’ll make sure he sees it later.

You saunter back to Steve's and admire your men from the doorway. Their grunts and moans are intoxicating, and you feel yourself growing more and more hot and bothered the longer you watch. You whimper when Steve lets out a throaty groan as Bucky attacks his neck, his hand never stopping as he keeps pumping Steve’s hard length. You're practically salivating when Bucky's teasing voice breaks you from your trance.

"You just gonna stand there all pretty and dripping and watch or you gonna actually join us, sweetheart?"

[bucknastysbabe]

Let’s Face the Music and Dance - B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Angsty smutty blurb, 40’s setting, subby bucky makes an appearance, takes place night before he’s shipped off to war, Missus wants her boy well fed OKAY, so sappy and soft, he’s just kitty okay? lil kitty big kitty Murder kitty, pnv!sex, cowgirl, man tears

A/N: I don’t proofread I cry and call it a day

His lips stuttered words against your pulsing neck. You held on to his wide shoulders harder than you thought possible— like if you dug in a little more he wouldn’t have to leave tomorrow. Go fight in a war on unfamiliar territory. The cocky Brooklyn boy somewhere in Italy, Germany, hell he probably didn’t know either. Bucky leaned onto his forearms, dark sweaty hair plastered to his broad forehead.

He frowned a bit, soft pink lips pouting, smooth cheeks still puffed with residual baby fat. Too skinny for your tastes. Bucky was meant to be soft, sturdy, cuddly on the outside as he was on the inside. You kissed him gently, lapping at those pouting lips. Bucky murmured, long lashes brushing skin, “Don’t look all sad like that baby, I’m gonna come home to ya’. My pretty wife.”

You nodded, wrapping your thighs around a too-trim waist. Breathing into him you sighed, “Y-you better, then we can do all those stupid couple things we always talked about, ha, and m’gonna get some meat on your bones again.” Bucky softly smiled, eyes crinkling and cheeks dimpled— he couldn’t hide the tears very well.

He stifled a sob, tucking his head between your chin and shoulder, breath ragged and sharp. Cooing and squeezing his flagging length, you rubbed at your husbands shaking back. “Awe kitten, s’okay baby, you’re with me, just me.” He curled tighter into your softer flesh, a hand coming to rest on your cheek. He jerked his hips a little with a whimper, softening cock swelling some.

“Kitten baby, talk to me,” you whispered gently, carding manicured fingers through his dark hair. It was a secret name between the two of you. Always drove Buck a lil’ mad, made his pretty face grow flushed and tongue soft. But your husband earned his nickname— he was a sweet kitten, those big blue eyes and soft lips, always looking for pets and a treat. Flashing irresistible sad orbs and little whines just like one.

The brunette burrowed a little, muffled voice vibrating your flesh. He croaked, “Babydoll, m’so scared.” Your throat tightened and instinctively swallowed down a sob. It was up to you to be the bear now, the protector. It always had fallen to Bucky— he took care of his ma and sis, then Steve, now you.

Tilting his face up, reddened blue eyes met your own. Buck hoarsely joked, “I know, I’m not being very Sarge right now.” A couple of beats and he sobbed again, moaning, “I don’t know what to do.” You held him tighter and sighed, “Don’t need to do a damn thing. You’re strong and capable, smart, a damn fine provider. They’ll look to you on the field I know it.” He sniffled and calmed some, whispering thanks between sweet little kisses.

“Kitten, lemme take care of you, love on my pretty baby,” you cooed, “S’that okay? Just relax yeah?”

He nodded, throat bobbing as he slid out of you and laid on his back, wide blues staring like you’d hung the moon and stars. Sweet boy. Climbing atop his strong thighs and feeling for his half-hard cock, your slick core took Buck in like a thousand times before. Made for you. Bucky’s chest hitched and he whimpered softly, big hands wrapping around your waist. Kitty’s cock was beginning to plump up again, throbbing against your tight walls.

Petting his sensitive nipples and neck you cooed, “There we go, good kitten, don’t think bout’ nothing. Just how much I love you, how blessed I am to meet my handsome husband,” you flexed, “To have and to hold.”

He whined, long and low, thighs jumping beneath you. Bucky stammered, “Mm- oh- I love you so much, love you baby doll, fuck!” He writhed a bit when your soft thighs and ass rhythmically slapped against his pale skin. You moaned and milked him at that same leisurely pace, the brunette’s hands groping weakly at your heavy tits.

Your husband babbled, “Ahhh- Ah- I’ll write you every chance, take l-lots of pictures, be a good little soldier and k-keep my head down! Mmmmm god!” He cried out sharply, cute nose scrunching up, cock spitting a bit. Rolling your hips and leaning forward to press the length of your body to his own, the changing of angle eliciting a moan from both of you. His big hands massaged at your ass, thumbing shakily where you were joined together.

Nuzzling at his delicate nose you purred, “Good kitty, I’ll send you plenty of sweets and updates on ah! Everyone! Right there James, right there!,” you had to pause for the string of helpless whined and curses, “Be that-that good soldier so you can come home fill me up with babies and be fat and happy, yeah kitten?” His eyes flew open, limbs clamping down on your smaller frame as Buck emptied his seed with a desperate cry.

He mouthed dumbly at your skin, balls still pumping, your own climax sneaking up in return, pussy pulling and milking his overtaxed cock. You shivered and mewled, “Oh! James!” Your kitten was a little mushy, smiley and kissing sloppily at your lips, reluctant to let you move one inch. He sighed, “Wan’ that so so bad, oh honey.”

Petting his hair back again you chuckled, “Me too, lemme over so my girls aren’t being squished anymore.” Bucky’s blues lit up in recognition, apologizing and petting your tits as he tucked your frame into his, spooning now. You sniffed at the feeling of his hot seed slipping out of your sore hole— but there’s worse going on.

Bucky puffed, “Thank you babydoll. Sure know how to make a guy feel one hundred percent. Didn’t mean to get all weepy earlier.” You turned to give him a sharp look, stating, “No. It’s okay to feel. Don’t ever forget that Mister James Buchanan Barnes. This is a scary situation, feeling like this is valid.”

He nodded slowly, tears welling back up. Bucky kissed and loved on you most of the night, whispering, “love you, m’gonna come home, I promise, I promise.” You believed him. Buck was a strong boy. He’d make it home— sooner or later. Intertwining your hands within his own you kissed scarred knuckles, asking for some saint’s intercession.

Bring him home to me, to Becs, Winnie, Steve. Please.

[sadhours]

Harringrove at Tina’s party pleaseeeeee. Steve is a sobbing mess over nancy and just wants to forget and who better than to assist him with that than Billy???? Also Billy just leaving Steve covered in his cum and crying over his new conflicted feelings like ughhhh

Hi I love you. This was fun to write. It uh, gets a lil sad at the end.

Cw: 18+ minors dni, Billy using Steve. Some degradation. Smut and angst?

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

The words repeated heavy in Steve’s head, over and over and over until his stomach churned with dread and disgust. Nancy thought they were bullshit? While Steve thought they were what? In love? He feels like a fool but what the fuck else is new. The eyes on him as he stalked after her and her stupid punch stained shirt tell him he’s gonna hear about this all week at school. Guaranteed to be blame of the punch spill anyways.

He had fully intended to stay relatively sober at this party when he arrived but now the slice in his heart needs mending and ya know what, that bottle of Jack he earlier denied is calling his name. So he goes to find it, eyes scanning the crowd until it falls on that annoying man, pecks peeking out behind a leather jacket and of course, the stupid fingerless gloves he’s wearing are wrapped around that bottle of whiskey Steve is suddenly desperate for. Fuck it. He’s King Steve, this beautiful asshole called him that earlier, when he puffed his chest and glared into Steve’s soul. He can fucking take the whiskey from him. In fact, he has to. Pushing through the crowd, Steve gets his fingers around the neck of the bottle and tugs. Hargrove raises his eyebrows, lips turning up into a smirk but he doesn’t give, grips the shaft of the bottle tighter.

“Need something, King Steve?” his honeyed voice purrs and it boils Steve’s blood.

With a curl of his upper lip, he growls back, “Yeah, fork it over, prick.”

“Oh,” Billy cackles, “Yes, your majesty. Here.”

Steve rips the bottle from Billy’s hand and takes a dangerous swig of it, the amber liquid burning down his throat. He doesn’t tear his eyes away from the blue ones glued to his face, something insidious behind them. Steve doesn’t care, chokes down another fiery swig and exhales, his stomach swirling with heat from the booze. Hargrove keeps eying him with intrigue, a playful tilt to his smirk that makes Steve weary. He goes to stomp off, then fingers are wrapping around his wrist.

“Something bothering you?” Billy asks with a duck of his head, shining teeth bared in a smile Steve doesn’t exactly trust.

“Yeah, you.”

“Feisty, nice. I’ve heard that about you,” Hargrove beams, keeps his grip firm on Steve’s wrist and tugs him into the bathroom he’d just been told he was bullshit in.

He locks the door behind him, leans against the door and looks at Steve differently. Almost hungry?

“What’s this about? Let me out,” Steve seethes and moves for the doorknob but Billy blocks him.

“C’mon,” he pouts, “something’s bothering you, what is it?” Hargrove tilts his head, “Something to do with your stuck up girlfriend?”

“Shut up,” Steve hates the way his eyes well up with tears, hates the way his stomach drops at the mention of Nancy.

“She dump you in here?” Billy asks with this shit eating grin that makes Steve’s skin crawl.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Steve tries, ashamed of the way his voice cracks when he says it.

Hargrove pouts again, snatches the bottle from Steve’s grip and swallows some down before setting it on the counter, “C’mon, you’re King Steve, right? Bitches come and go.”

“Stop,” Steve whimpers out, bringing his hands up to his face in shame as the tears trickle down his cheeks.

Billy crowds him then, presses the small of his back against the counter and gets real close to his face. It’s threatening at first but something about Billy’s whiskey and nicotine tinged breath on his face is… hot? Oh, god. What the fuck is wrong with him? It’s the whiskey, even though he hasn’t really had much. It’s the rejection doing it. He’s not even into guys. Why the hell is Billy Hargrove of all people making his dick twitch? It makes such little sense that he’s full on crying now, sobbing into the minuscule space between them. And Hargrove’s hands grip his waist, and then he… he fucking licks the tears off of Steve’s cheek and Jesus Christ, he’s hard in his jeans from it. Steve chokes out another pathetic sob before he shoves Billy back, glaring down at him fiercely.

“The fuck is wrong with you, faggot?” Steve seethes out, pushing down another sob.

Billy scoffs, raises a brow and moves his hand to cup Steve through his jeans, “I’m not often wrong. And I’m not wrong this time, faggot.”

Steve closes his eyes as he whimpers, the warmth and firmness of Billy’s palm against his pulsing erection confirms it for the both of ‘em. Steve likes this. He actually fucking likes this. And it’s definitely because the whiskey and Nancy breaking his heart and not actually because he’s attracted to Hargrove. He thinks for a brief moment before he’s reaching back for the bottle of Jack and downs some more. He sets it back down and rolls his hips into Billy’s hand, letting another slew of tears escape his eyes. Hargrove presses into his strained erection and licks his cheek again. And it’s the oddest thing. Steve feels heat pooling in his stomach from it. Maybe it’s the whiskey. The safer thing to think is it’s from the whiskey and not from the weird, gay degradation happening.

“Poor King Steve,” Hargrove whispers in his ear, “Crying over some mediocre pussy.”

Steve can’t even fight back anymore, he’s over the fight and all he can is welcome the pleasure erupting over his body from Hargrove fondling his cock and balls over his jeans. It’s pathetic, he knows that but it feels too good and he wants more. No, he needs more. Tells Billy as much with a whimper and another roll of his hips.

“I’ll make you cry like a bitch, too,” Hargrove mumbles into the shell of his ear before dipping down to bite his lobe and tug.

The cries turn into moans as Billy bites down Steve’s neck and undoes his jeans, shoving them down his thighs and wrapping his fingers around Steve’s aching cock. The leather from the gloves is an interesting sensation, Steve likes it a lot. It’s obvious by the way he’s thrusting up into Billy’s fist and whining.

“God, you’re whiny,” Billy observes, jerking Steve’s cock dry in his palm, “That why the princess dumped you? She get fed up with how much of a bitch you are?”

“Shut up,” Steve says behind gritted teeth, fingers moving to grip the counter behind him.

“I haven’t even done anything,” Billy comments? pulling back as he scoops the precum bubbling from Steve’s dick on his fingertip and brings it up eye level, “Even your dick is weeping.”

Billy apparently thinks he’s hilarious by the way he cackles, but then he’s licking the slick from his finger and Steve’s knees almost buckle from the sight. He thinks this might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, and that’s alarming but something for him to consider after he’s blown his load. Hargrove drops to his knees and squeezes the base of Steve’s cock, looking up at him under thick lashes. He’s so pretty, Steve wants to touch his face, drag his thumb along Billy’s cheekbone but he doesn’t let himself. His leaking, pulsing hard on is proof enough he thinks Billy is pretty, doesn’t need to push his luck anyway. He thinks Hargrove might bite his fingers if he does so, or maybe worse, his dick.

Plush, pink lips circle the head of Steve’s cock and he’s letting out a gasp, shocked by just how much he likes the sight. He wants so desperately to touch the boy before him but he won’t let himself, no matter how much those dirty blonde curls are begging to have Steve’s fingers in them. Hargrove’s mouth is so warm and so wet as he takes Steve down. Better than any hole he’s ever been in and that’s… another thought for later. His cock twitches in Billy’s mouth, and he smirks around it, letting Steve know he felt it.

“Fuuuck,” he whines out, lips parting in ecstasy. The arousal he feels now is white hot, intoxicating more than any swig of whiskey. If he’s not careful, he’s libel to fall in love with Billy Hargrove this instant and nobody needs that. Pupils blown, Billy looks into Steve’s eyes while he sucks him down deep, so deep. Steve can feel his tip hitting the back of Hargrove’s throat and the fucker swallows. Steve’s seeing stars for a second, forgetting that he was trying not to touch Billy as he slips his fingers into that dumb fucking mullet. Tugs while he moans lowly, earning another smile around his cock. God damn, this idiot is pretty and Steve hates him and loves him all at once. Wants to punch his dumb face and kiss it at the same time.

Hargrove moves a hand up and cradles Steve’s balls in his palm, bobbing his head up and down like he was fucking born to do this. How did he get so good at sucking cock? Steve suddenly feels excited at the prospect of knowing this secret about Billy, maybe he can use this against him. But then again, it’s his dick down Hargrove’s throat. One of these might be gayer but Steve can’t even finish these thoughts because Billy’s giving him the blowjob of a lifetime and Steve’s pathetically on the brink of orgasm. Can’t even warn Billy before he’s shooting down his throat.

“Christ,” he chokes out, bucking his hips into Billy’s face as he chases the pleasure and this guy is a champ. Billy grabs a hold of Steve’s thighs and takes the face fucking, then leans back on his haunches as he grins up at him.

Steve’s panting against the counter, coming back down to earth when Billy opens the cabinet to the left of his leg and starts rifling through it.

“What are you doing?” Steve wonders, voice wrecked.

“Said I was gonna make you cry like a bitch, didn’t I?” Billy quips around a dangerous smirk, holding up a bottle of baby oil.

“What?” Steve asks, eyes wide. What the hell is Hargrove gonna do with that oil?

“Turn around,” Billy rises to his feet, eyebrow lifted like he dares Steve to disobey.

“Dude— no,” Steve gapes, “I—“

“Pretty boy, I said turn around,” Billy levels, eyes dark and Steve does, in spite of everything telling him not to. Hargrove’s lips are on his ear, “Lemme show you something that priss never could.”

Suddenly, there’s a slickness pressing to his asshole and Steve chokes out a gasp, looks at himself in the mirror and his face shows the shock he feels. Billy hooks his chin over Steve’s shoulder and meets his eyes in the mirror as his fingers rub circles against Steve’s hole. It feels nice despite the panic rising in his chest, and Steve doesn’t tear his eyes away from the reflection of Billy’s.

“I’m gonna make you feel better than that bitch ever could,” Billy tells him, voice low and raspy which causes another stir to Steve’s softening cock. Then Billy’s finger pushes past the tight ring of Steve’s asshole and it’s a sharp pain but at the same time it’s overwhelmingly pleasant. Punches a moan out of Steve’s throat and he drops his head, eyes on the sink but immediately, Billy’s hands on his throat and urging his head upright again.

“Look at yourself,” he insists, curling his finger and then bites Steve’s jaw. “Such a pretty boy.”

Steve whines, not recognizing himself in the mirror. Billy’s sliding in another finger as his tongue soothes the tender skin his teeth assaulted, eyes trained on Steve’s flushed face. Billy’s fingers twist and prod until they hit a spot inside of Steve he didn’t know existed and he cries out, vision blurring as Billy continuously rubs at the spot. The stupidly gorgeous face he sees in the mirror looks smug, but Steve’s a little too preoccupied to be mad at it. Hell, he barely notices when Billy’s adding a third digit to his hole. Steve whimpers out, knuckles turning white where he’s gripping tightly onto the countertop.

Hargrove bites at his jaw again, thrusting his fingers in quick succession and each time they poke Steve’s prostate he moans, feeling his eyes cross as his cock springs back to life. He scissors his fingers, stretching Steve’s hole as he groans lowly and rolls his hips.

“Think you’re ready?” Billy asks, voice teetering on desperation and it’s really nice to hear. Steve’s nodding his head, all the panic from before evaporated at this point.

Billy pulls his fingers out and Steve fucking whines, more pathetic than he’s sounded all night. It’s short lived, Billy’s quick with slathering his cock in the oil and pressing his head to Steve’s eager hole. Obviously, his cock is thicker than his fingers and Steve’s feeling that panic return but Billy pushes the head through and Steve cries out, tears prickling his eyes at the sensation because it is painful but his balls tighten from it and his eyes roll back. It’s painful in the delicious kind of way. He couldn’t even remember Nancy’s name in this moment if he tried. Heads empty, nobodies home. Just clouds of God, that’s nice and oh, wow there’s a cock in my ass. Billy’s hand meets his throat again and he purrs in Steve’s ear, “Look at me.”

Steve didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes, but he opens them and his vision is flooded with the reflection of himself, Billy’s face pressed next to his and that leather clad hand around his neck. He looks to Billy’s eyes in the mirror, a little upset with how much it makes his heart swell. Steve’s easy. Billy saw he was upset and did something to make him forget about it. Fuck, he might be in love. Nope. Steve, stop it.

Billy sinks in a little deeper, draining the air of Steve’s lungs as he does so, “Fuck!”

“I was right, huh?” Billy says, breathless as his face contorts in pleasure.

“Uh huh,” Steve breathes, would agree with anything the blonde says at this point. His heads all warm and fuzzy and Billy’s really pretty. The angles of his face irritated Steve before, got a hint of jealousy in his gut but now he just wants to touch them.

Hargrove groans, digging his nails into Steve’s hips as he drives deeper into the brunette, “So fucking tight.”

And then the head of his cock meets with Steve’s prostate and Steve’s eye roll back in his head. He would’ve collapsed to the floor if it wasn’t for the grip Billy has on him. Doesn’t realize he’s crying again until Billy licks his cheeks again, hips still as he allows Steve to adjust to his length. Hargrove’s breath is heavy on his face, fanning across his sticky cheek in waves. Billy starts rolling his hips, languid and deep and each stroke makes Steve feel like he’s floating higher and higher away. His reflection looks as fucked out as he feels, his eyes glazed over and wide, lips parted in an O and his cheeks are wildly flushed. But this sensation is fucking otherworldly and his cocks at full attention, begging to be touched even though he just came. His chest feels tight while he spews out these breathless and high pitched moans. Hargrove looks as smug as can be, cheek pressed against Steve’s with this fucking grin on his face, like he’s so proud of himself.

“When I heard about you,” Billy grunts, “I didn’t think you’d be this fucking easy.” He punctuates the last word with a particularly rough thrust that’s got Steve’s toes curling in his shoes.

Steve couldn’t talk if he tried, brains too fuzzy with euphoria and fuck, is he drooling? Yep, he is. A string of saliva drips from his lips down onto the bathroom counter but he can’t be bothered to wipe his face, he can’t fucking move at all besides his hips. They keep pushing back to meet Billy’s thrusts.

Hargrove wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock and strokes him at the same pace he’s drilling into him. And fuck, fuck, oh fuck. Steve cries out, eyes squeezing shut as he spills spunk all over Billy’s fist. He’s never cum that quick in his life. He’s out to lunch, man. Seeing stars, seeing God. When he’s coming back to earth, Hargrove’s laughing, clearly pleased with himself. He bends Steve over the counter and hammers into him, hard and quick. The roughness of his hips slamming into the counter launch sharp pain down his legs and he’s crying out again, gripping onto the counter for dear fucking life. And then a totally new sensation has him babbling and moaning as Billy fills him with spunk, a guttural grunt falling on Steve’s ears. But as quick as he feels it, it’s gone. Billy’s pulling out of him and he feels a little pat on his head before he hears the door open and close. Steve sinks down to the floor, curling up in the fetal position as he processes what the fuck just happened. And he’s sobbing some more, his heart twisting with a pain he’s never felt before. His thighs are slick and sticky and his ass is fucking sore but worse than that, he’s alone. Steve feels used up, stupid and more confused than he’s ever been.

[loveshotzz]

for your blurbs:

‘bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.’

with my favorite bartender. maybe it’s his birthday or somethin’ :)

Hi bf 🥰 I hope you enjoy your boyfriend being a birthday boy menace.

A/N: this blurb is with bartender!eddie from my whatta man au, but can be read as a stand alone. just know it’s your bartender boyfriends 32nd birthday.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ for smut,fem!reader, dirty talk, mild food play, spanking, cream pie for days

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to see the cake before the party babe?”

Eddie’s voice echoes down the hall from your bedroom, an annoyed sigh escaping from between your lips when you stop stirring the chocolate icing you’d just ask him to come try.

“That’s the bride before the wedding, and you weren’t supposed to be hereeee.” You call back in an irritated song when you remind him of his three a.m. decision to come and see you after his shift at The Foxy Lounge using the significance of today to get you to say yes. “But since you are, I want the birthday boy to tell me if this is sweet enough for him.”

You wipe your hands on your sleep shorts that you haven’t been able to change out of yet, turning around only to be crowded against the counter in a blur of black and ripped denim by mister thirty two himself. Your palms land flat against his chest as his full lips start peppering kisses all over your face and the giggles he gets only encourage him further. The hard formica pressing against your back becomes smooth against the bottom of your thighs when he lifts you up to sit on it instead. You squeal his name when he pushes himself between your legs with the kind of smile that gives you butterflies like the first night you met him.

“I really like it when you call me birthday boy.” Wiggling his eyebrows, you can still see the dimples that poke his cheeks under his scruff, while big ring-covered hands find a home on the curve of your ass pulling you closer to the edge. The silver chain attached to his wallet that dangles from his belt is cool against the skin of your calf from the A/C when you wrap your legs around him.

“I’m not surprised in the slightest,”You grin, unable to stop the way one of your hands fluff’s out his freshly washed curls. The softness from your deep conditioner is evident against your fingertips. “Now are you going to try this frosting or not before Steve takes you away.”

“I also really like when you’ve got a lil attitude like this,” Eddie teases, nudging the round end of his nose with yours as he leans to try and steal a kiss only for the plush softness of his full lips to hit your cheek instead and it actually makes him whine a little, “come on, it’s my birthday.”

“Try the frosting and maybe I’ll reconsider.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you catch the way he has to physically pull his eyes away from your now pushed up tits.

He sucks the skin of his teeth, looking at you with a narrowed stare before raising his eyebrows at you in a silent challenge. Nodding before shrugging a little too casually, he dips his index finger into the rich velvet, the boars head that dons it catching in the sunlight.

“Fine, I’ll try it. No problem baby, anything for you.” His tone is the only warning you get before the chocolate that matches his eyes is smeared sloppily across your lips.

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of your open mouth when you gasp, doing what you asked of him while also still getting what he wants. His hand reaches up, cupping your cheek in his palm letting the pad of his thumb coax you open for him with a swipe of his tongue collecting the chocolate from your bottom lip before meeting yours in the middle with a low groan. It’s a battle for dominance before he sucks yours gently, getting your back to arch and fingers to bury themselves in his curls, melting into him just like the sugar.

He grins into the kiss when the heels of your feet start to dig into the curve of his butt, your irritation from before forgotten with a roll of your hips. He smacks his lips against yours once, twice, three times before he pulls away more than proud of himself when you look at him with a dazed smile and glazed over half hooded eyes.

“Mmm, I think I need another taste. What do you think?” His nose ring bumps against your heated cheek when he kisses you again, this one softer, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his finger makes its way back into the bowl of chocolate by your hip.

“I think it’s your birthday, you can do whatever you want.” The double meaning in your words doesn’t go unnoticed, black pupils taking over coffee ground eyes.

The sarcastic remark he has about your attitude just minutes ago is quickly forgotten when your hand wraps around his wrist bringing his frosting covered finger to your lips. He can feel the warmth between your thighs that lock him in place, cock twitching against the seam of his ripped jeans when you lick a long stripe up the side before bringing it entirely into the heat of your mouth. Hollowing out your cheeks as you suck, his eyes hit the back of his head with a muttered ‘fuck’ and a rock of his hips in search for the kind of friction only you can give.

You release him with a loud pop that bounces off the walls of your kitchen and you’ve never been more thankful for your roommate to be out of town. There’s a hunger in his stare that wasn’t there before when it meets yours and the fingers spread across your ass grab at the soft flesh pulling you closer. The evidence of your teasing makes you moan when it presses against your clit.

“Gonna let me bend you over then?” The gravel in his voice is unmistakable, leaning his forehead against yours as he looks at you from under thick lashes.

“Uh huh” you nod, letting your top lip connect with his bottom one in a dare, a deep exhale blowing through his nose when he smells the chocolate on your breath.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he grins, stepping back just enough for you to get off the counter, both of his hands finding your sides to help you down, “just like your icing.”

Your eyes don’t leave his as you make a show of letting your body slide down the length of him with a smile. Nipples hardening under your tank top as they rub down his chest. He curses under his breath, licking his lips when you turn around to press your ass firmly against the throb in his jeans. A teasing thrust from him has your palms find the counter top for support, while his hands wrap tight around your curves.

“Fuck, look at you.” He’s mesmerized by the dip of your back as you arche for him, the hem of your shorts stretching over the fat of your ass, riding up just below your cheeks. He wants it to be his birthday every day.

“Better hurry up before Steve starts callin’” You tease looking back over your shoulder with a wiggle of your hips.

“Hmmpf '' Eddie huffs with one more thrust, ringed fingers curling around the sides of your shorts, stepping back just enough to let them pool at your feet. “He can wait, this is more important.”

He grabs a handful of your ass, spreading you apart to reveal just how wet you already are and the sight of it makes him groan. He works on the button of his jeans, metal clinking when they fall to the floor.

Dripping for him, he slides the tip of his cock along the seam of your cunt with ease, catching against your clit making you keen. You push back for more and the heat of his palm connects to your cheek with a smack, the metal of his rings adding an extra sting that makes you gush.

“Don’t be rude baby, I’m the birthday boy.” He reminds you, watching how your ass jiggles the way he likes.

“Don’t get cocky - ohmygod” The air is taken out of your lungs when he lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in without warning, the stretch when he bottoms out with his chest to your back makes your eyes pinch shut with a whine.

“I think you like it,” His words come out right next to your ear in a breath of peppermint and chocolate that make goosebumps rise along the back of your neck.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond before he stands up straight, fingers digging into the dough of your hips when he pulls almost all the way out before filling you back up to the hilt. Circling his hips, his tip bullies the spot that makes your toes curl and the flutter of your walls encourages him to start his unrelenting pace. The first three strokes make your jaw go slack, fingers curling around the edge of your countertop, the ends of your nails scratching against the wood underneath.

“Always feel so good baby, Jesus - sucking me in like she can’t get enough.” The lewd sounds of your slick and the slap of his hips against your ass fill the quiet of your apartment, a low whine pulling from your throat when he adjusts hitting a different angle.

“Eddie - fuuuck.” You can’t find it in yourself to care how pathetic you sound, not when two calloused fingers start playing messily with your swollen bundle of nerves.

“Yeah sweet girl? That feels nice?” Hunching over you, his strokes get deeper the tip of his nose nudging the shell of your ear.

“S’good” you manage to get out, pushing your hips back meeting his.

His hold on your waist becomes bruising as he keeps making circle eights with the pads of his finger to your puffy clit, while the pattern of his thrusts start to get sloppy when he feels the way you tighten around him like you're close. The slow burn that started deep in your gut starts to become all consuming like this, one of your hands releasing its grip from the counter to cover on top of his between your legs. A low chuckle vibrating in your ear when he picks up the pace.

“Yeah, it’s like that?” You can hear the grin in his voice, and your smart mouth from before is gone. All you can do is nod, your arousal coating both of your fingers and leaving them to slide messy in a way that has your chest tighten, and your mouth fall open.

“Give me my present then baby, come on, give it to me then. Wanna feel you on me all day.” He grunts nipping at your earlobe, and it’s enough to get him exactly what he wants.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!” Your eyes squeeze shut when you scream his name, your orgasm washing over you in a burst of heat as he thrusts into you hard enough to push you on to the tips of your toes with every one.

“Shit - that’s it, that’s fuckin’ itttt.” The feeling of your walls constricting around him so much that they try to push him out only makes him bury himself deeper as he paints your insides white. Muscles tensing with his release before they go limp when he melts back into you, huffing out a laugh that fans against your neck.

“The icing is great sweetheart, I can’t wait for the cake.”

[bettyfrommars]

I love wip games like this, to get a lil taste of all the yummy fics that are out there. Dearest @somnambulic-thing @thecreelhouse and @rebelfell thank you for thinking of me.

What are 5 lines you've written that gave you butterflies?

I wrote so damn much last year while I was spiraling, I forget a lot of where the butterflies came from, but here are a few that stuck with me:

Nightmare Factory Blurb

"I wish I could tell you that," Eddie whispered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "I wish I could keep you."

Waste Away with Me

"Hey," he tipped your chin to make you look up into his dark, hopeful eyes. "Kiss me if you're mine."

Biker Steve: Ring of Fire

���You’re still good with your hands I see,” gesturing to his calloused digits, the moons of his cuticles stained from grease and oil, knuckles slashed with white scarring.

He flexed his right hand into a fist and then opened it again, deliberate and slow, watching you as he did so.  “I do all right.”

Say Goodnight

His warm breath tickles the shell of your ear. “I’ll be here waiting right where you left off. You’ll always have me as long as you never let me die.”

Handcuffs & Crab Rangoon

“Wait,” Eddie sank his hand around your throat, guiding you back up to full height.  “Kiss me first,” he swiped the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip.  “And then you can kill me.”

a little something extra from another wip because it makes me giggle:

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m real,” he was grinning at first, but then he looked down at his feet and it sank into a frown. “But I think my wish got lost in translation.”

“Your wish?”

“Yeah, so,” he was playing with one of his rings, avoiding eye contact. “There’s a Wishing Well where I come from, and it kinda has…powers.”

“Powers.” You repeated softly, trying to wrap your head around it.

He interlaced his fingers in front of him, and you realized he could easily sit on the tip of your finger.  

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I think a lot of people have already been tagged so please do this if you would like to and tag me? would love to read your lines. But also tagging: @dr-aculaaa @courtingchaos @kookygranger @allthingsjoeq@girlwiththerubyslippers @texasblues @briarberrythornedhart @rosewaterandivy @br0ck-eddie @destroya2005 @atinylittlepain @catherinnn

[tastefulstars]

You and Me

request fill for @starlightmoon1234 who requested soft!billy following around r wherever she goes.

billy hargrove x f!reader

a/n: i really hope you like this!!!

content: billy being a lil over protective, soft!billy

masterlist

The first time it happens, Billy panics. One second you were there, right next to him, then you were just gone.

He's pushing his way through the crowd and calling out your name, craning his neck and searching. His heart is pounding and his throat tight and he can't find you.

His panic increases, leaving him feeling frantic when he spots you - in front of a store window and staring at a display. He rushes to your side and he almost collapses in relief when you catch sight of him and turn to him.

"Look, Billy! They've got-"

He's pulling you into a crushing hug, face buried in your hair. Breathing you in and letting you settle his frayed nerves.

"What's wrong?" Your voice is soft, sweet. Your arms tighten around his middle.

"Thought I lost you" He murmurs, you squeeze him.

"You'll never loose me"

He does loose you, often.

He always feel some level of panic when he turns and finds you missing from his side, but it's never been like that first time. It's a sharp pain in his throat that won't leave until he has his eyes on you.

He's never sure if the need to be able to see you, to know where you were, makes him controlling, possessive, but he can't stop the surge of anxiety when you slip out of sight - knowing what's out there, the horrors of the world, knowing what the world does to people like you.

He takes measures to keep you close, from wandering. He keeps his hand firmly locked with yours, wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close. He's not always successful.

You're holding onto Billy's arm, leaning against him as he talks to one of his friends. He's angled in a way that keeps you in his eye-line while also being able to see his friend.

"I've heard that album is awful" His friend says. Billy doesn't miss the way you shift, attention drifting.

"Did you even listen to it?" Billy asks, he watches as your gaze darts around before settling on something, "or are you just-"

He cuts himself off and just walks away from his friend, following and keeping his eyes firmly on you.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders when you stop, pulling you against his chest and placing a soft kiss on your head.

"What'd you find, sweet girl?"

"Oh- um-" You flush at his words, stammering, "It's, um. The sweater"

He drags his gaze from you to the store, a mannequin wrapped in a big chunky sweater.

"Looks cute" He murmurs, "would look cute on you"

You make a small noise and he melts.

-

Steve invited you and Billy to join everyone for a picnic. Billy's helping carry bags and drinks to their chosen spot when he sees you drifting from the group.

He places everything down in a rush and follows you, ignoring the calls of 'what the fuck? Where are you going?'

When he catches up to you, you're crouched in front of a little patch of wildflowers, gently stroking the petals. He kneels beside you and his heart grows three sizes at the sight of your adoration.

"Pretty" he murmurs, "just like you".

You're face scrunches and you're giggling, covering your cheeks with your hands and he's never been so in love.

-

He's playing basketball at the park with a few friends, you tagged along even though he knew you wouldn't be interested - he was right. He tosses the ball, aiming for the basket when he catches your retreating figure out the corner of his eye.

He doesn't even stay to see if he made the shot, turning and jogging after you.

He entwines his fingers with you and glances down at your face.

"What's caught your eye, doll?"

He loves the way your cheeks flush, the way your eyes dart around and you bite your lip. The way you stammer and trip over your words, flustered.

-

He's got your curled up in his arms as you cuddle on the couch, movie playing. You sigh softly and rub your cheek on his chest and he's pretty sure he's going to explode with giddiness.

"Billy?" Your soft, quiet voice drifts up to him.

"Yeah, sweet girl?" He hums, you squirm slightly and he tightens his arms around you.

"Why'd you always follow me when I get distracted?" Your voice is so quiet, and he places a kiss on your hair.

"Wanna make sure you're okay" He mumbles, "Don't like not knowing where you are, doll"

"Oh.." You trail off, "I'm. I'm sorry for getting distracted easily"

Your voice hitches and little and he's almost crushing you into his chest, peppering kisses all over your head.

"Don't be silly - I love that you find beauty and wonder everywhere. It's more. There's. There's a lot of bad things in the world and I want to protect you from it. If I can."

You shift, peering up at him with wide eyes.

"Just wanna make sure my girl is safe"

His heart flutters and he cups your cheek.

"Besides, I'll follow you anywhere"

You look up at him, adoration and love plain in your gaze and he can't stop from surging forward, capturing you in a sweet kiss.

-

His friends tease him, calling him your puppy and laugh whenever he stops talking, drops whatever he's doing, to trail after you.

He doesn't care.

As long as he can see the wonder and happiness on your face.

As long as the blinding panic doesn't make his chest tighten and breath come hard.

As long as he knows you're safe.

Billy would follow you anywhere.

[sunshinesteviee]

Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3

this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe

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Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.  

“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants. 

“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”

“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead. 

“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests. 

“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”

“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”

Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”

Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”

She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”

Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”

She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”

He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?” 

But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.” 

Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.” 

“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him. 

“No, it totally was, I just meant—“ 

“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.” 

“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave. 

Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve. 

“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”

"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!" 

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky Eddie would get flowers for both peach and their lil Gwen

I feel like Peach (you) is more chill around Valentine's day. Not so big, not so small. She'll make dinner for him, or he'll take her out and they'll exchange chocolate or a tiny little 'I love you' type gift like -- 'I know you've been needing a new record storage case.' or 'I know you said your moisturizer was running low.' Stuff that makes you know that the other person is listening or paying attention.

But when Gwen is at pre-school and learns about Valetine's Day? Oh it's uh...it's a wrap, because Gwen loves Valentine's Day. I feel like it's so fitting for Eddie to have a little girly girl daughter. She loves pink and red so she feels like the holiday is for her and her alone. The second her teacher hangs up hearts and tells them about passing out valentine's she gets picked up and is like:

"Daddy, did you know Vawentime's Day is coming? What did you get mommy? Why don't we have and dec'rations like Miss Shonda does at school? How come we don't have flowers? Are you getting me flowers? Is mommy getting flowers? Rochelle said her mommy gets flowers from her other mommy every day," she rattles off, holding onto three of his fingers while they walk down the street toward the subway. "Um..." he starts, hoisting her up on his hip while they go down stairs to the 3 train platform, "Well, mommy doesn't really like flowers. But I haven't got a present for mommy yet. Maybe you can help me?" She brightens up, when he puts her down, bouncing so excitedly that her light up shoes twinkle as the train wooshes into the station, "I can help! And we can get dec'rations! We can-we can um-we can get hearts n' stuff like Miss Shonda has? Did you know Miss Shonda has a Valentine? She said it's Mister Shonda. But um -- " As quick as Gwen's excitement starts, it stops, her smile crumpling into a sad frown while they get on the train. He picks her up again, bouncing her with a soft coo, "Oh, Gwenny, what's wrong? We can decorate when we get home! We'll cut out some hearts!" "I-I-I d-don't have a-a-a V-vawentiiiiimmmme," she sobs, and he stifles a laugh, catching the eye of a woman across from him who is trying to stifle her own at the cuteness of his daughter. "Aw, honey, I'll be your Valentine," he soothes, kissing her cheek, "Me and mommy can be your Valentine." "You and mommy?" she asks, interest piqued, "And Auntie Rob and Auntie Nancy? And Uncle Steeb?" "Oh, absolutely," he assures, knowing that Steve would get a flight to New York for the 14th if Gwen even breathed the words 'Will you be my Valentine?' his way. "Dass a lotta Vawentime's," she mumbles, wiping her eyes, "That's too many, daddy." "So do you just want me and mommy to be your Valentine's?" he asks, pulling her tight to him on his lap when the car gets busier at the next stop. "Ya," she nods, "And we get her a ring, cause Marcus said his mommy was saying she wants a ring or a new boyfwend." Eddie and a few other train takers snicker at her lack of understanding. "Mommy has a ring, baby," he laughs, "Daddy got her a ring a long time ago before you were born. And I don't think we should look for a new boyfriend for her either." "Okay," she nods, pressing her forehead against his, "We can uh. um! We can get her somethin' ELSE! Somethin' pretty." "Yeah, we'll get her something so pretty," he agrees, "I think we'll get you something pretty, too." "Like a ring?" she squirms excitedly. "Maybe a bracelet, or something that won't fall off at the park," he offers, "We'll think of something." "Daddy..." she starts, sleep heavy on her eyes now while she settles into him. A yawn pulls at her face, scrunching her eyes shut, "I like Vawentime's Day." "Me too, Gwenny," he smiles, running a hand over her end of the day curls, "Me too."

[strangersteddierthings]

👀 you should mix 1 & 10 together from that prompt list.

I’d say go for fluffy, but i know you. 🫣💜

For you, I will attempt some fluff, love. Even though you've picked two of the prompts most perfect for angst!

"I feel lost without you" and "I miss you every day"

It's a lil spicy below the read more 🫣🫣🫣

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The dipping of the mattress behind him alerts Eddie that Steve has returned home. Eddie rolls over the seemingly endless expanse of mattress until he finally bumps into Steve. It's not as romantic as he was hoping it to be, because Eddie lands atop him, facing the ceiling instead of his beloved. He's got to shuffle and wiggle and twist all while Steve laughs at him and offers no help whatsoever.

"I miss you every day," Eddie whines, once he's turned the right way 'round, snuggling into Steve's chest, "all day, every day, and this is the abuse I suffer when you finally return from the war!?"

"I'll show you abuse," Steve says through a laugh and shoves Eddie over onto his back. Eddie goes without a fight because he loves it when Steve looms over him. He is, of course, immediately betrayed because Steve does not loom over him but instead folds himself in half to blow a raspberry off to the side of Eddie's belly button, where he is most ticklish!

"Betrayal! Abuse!" Eddie cries out even as Steve forces laughter from him. He tries to roll away, but Steve is too quick. Eddie makes it to his side, back facing Steve, before he's forced to stop by the grapple his boyfriend wraps him in, a bear hug around his torso that leaves his ticklish flesh vulnerable to further attacks. "No, no, stop! I yield!"

Steve's hands flatten out against his sides, pressing down to avoid further tickling in a way that is second nature now. He feels Steve shuffling around behind him, hears him sputtering as he, presumably, gets a mouthful of Eddie's hair in his attempt to snuggle up against Eddie's back, turning him into a little spoon.

Steve extracts one arm and uses it to flatten Eddie's main of hair out of the way. He then hooks his chin over Eddie's shoulder and places a quick kiss to his cheek before settling down to hold Eddie, their faces cheek to cheek. Cuddling like this wasn't Eddie's initial goal, but it's still good.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," Steve whispers, "about while I'm away at war. I feel lost without you. It's the thought of you, here at home, awaiting my arrival that keeps me going on every battlefield."

Eddie grins and knows Steve can feel him doing so. What he loves more than Steve looming over him, is Steve playing with him. Committing to the bit. "And what terrible, awful villains are you battling now, my dear heart?"

"Oh, the scariest, meanest, most terrifying ones, my love."

"Mmm. Must be parent-teacher conference week," Eddie shoves his shoulder back so Steve will raise his head up, and Eddie can turn his head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss that turns deep and filthy surprisingly quickly.

Steve releases Eddie from his hold and braces himself up on one arm by Eddie's head to allow Eddie to roll onto his back. Steve shifts his weight to reach the hand that was bracing his weight down to grab Eddie's hand, tangles their fingers, before raising their joined hands back up by Eddie's head. Steve draped across him, then, a leg slotting between his own, the kiss never breaking. Eddie rolls his hips lazily against Steve's leg, each drag cause delicious friction as his cock fills.

He feels Steve rut against him and Eddie longs to touch, but Steve's got him trapped. One arm pinned under Steve's solid weight and the other being held by his head. Fuck. He's not restrained, not really, but the thought of being so is enough to make him roll his hips harder, seek more friction.

They sleep in just boxers, so Eddie can feel the heat of Steve against his cock. Can feel Steve's cock moving at a much slower pace over his hip.

Steve pulls away, untangling their held hand and shifting slightly to kiss his way down Eddie's neck and to his bare chest. Eddie's hiss turns into a moan as Steve bites lightly at his nipple before soothing the hurt with his tongue.

"Unf, s'good baby," Eddie breaths out.

"You say you miss me every day," Steve murmurs into his chest before lifting his chin to look at Eddie, "but Imma show you how much I miss you every day." And then Steve is sliding down his body, mouth never leaving his skin as he kisses and licks his way down.

His lips leave him only so Steve can shift to the side, to get his leg out of the way of removing Eddie's boxers. Steve throws them somewhere beyond the end of the bed and then swings his leg back over Eddie's to straddle his leg.

Eddie runs his now free hands through Steve's hair. Not to pull at it, or to have his hands in place to any sort of leverage, but just to pet because he knows Steve loves it when people play with his hair.

Steve starts with kissing above his hip bone, slowly planting little kisses in a trail to Eddie's cock. He places one kiss at the base before licking up the shaft on the underside, which pulls a groan from Eddie and he feels his hands grip slightly at Steve's hair but he forces himself to relax.

Fuck, Steve's mouth feels divine as he closes his mouth around the head of him. Eddie lifts his head to look down and finds Steve stare back, lips wrapped around him, and as soon as they make eye contact, Steve sucks at the same time he flicks his tongue along the slit of him.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Eddie curses, dropping his head back down to the pillow because he's going to blow his load with three more licks if they keep eye contact.

Steve slides down Eddie's cock, relaxing his throat to take all of him, until Steve's nose is pressed against him, and then Steve hums. His hips buck involuntarily but Steve's already got him in his throat, so Steve just moves with the motion.

Eddie can feel Steve humping his leg and that's just so fucking hot.

Steve pulls up, but not off, wrapping a hand around the base of Eddie's dick and bobbing his head. It's so wet, so hot, and Eddie is not going to last long. "Steve. Stevie, baby, fuck."

Steve pulls off to breath, the hand that was at his base jerking him now in the absence of Steve's mouth. He doesn't speak, just pants above Eddie's cock while he spreads saliva and precum up and down with his hand. Eddie's getting close, so close. He must babble as much out loud because Steve's says, "yeah, yeah, come for me. Wanna taste you." And then on the next downward drag of his hand, Steve chases his hand with his mouth, flattening his palm to Eddie's hip, holding him down this time as he takes him as deep as he can without deepthroating him.

"Fuck!" Eddie cries as he comes, Steve swallowing around him. It's barely a few seconds later that Steve stills his furious humping and Eddie feels it as Steve comes in his boxers like a teenager.

Slowly, Steve drags himself up Eddie to collapse next to him. "I miss you that much." He mumbles by Eddie's ear.

"Me too. I love you, so much, Stevie."

"Love you, too."

[nervousgardenerkid]

I'd do it on his birthday

casually drops a fic after being gone for a fucking lifetime LMAOOOOO 😭😭😭 enjoy part three of Stevie doesn't know🫡i'm still working on some requests so pls be patient with me im so sorry i'm like this😭 credit to the gif owner!!

warnings: unprotected sex, (wrap it before u tap it kids) eddie being a menace, breeding kink cause why not, smoking (cigarettes) mentions of weed, and a lil bit of robin x reader if u squint!! reader uses she/her pronouns and has fem body anatomy

“So basically I guess you could say that I saved Dustin’s life.”

“But you were playing dungeons-”

“YUP! I'm a hero.”

You rolled your eyes as your hand copied down the words that were in the textbook onto your notebook. History was a bitch.

“Hey,” Eddie said while scooting closer to you.

You hum, eyes never leaving your notebook.

“What are you doing tonight?”

Your hand stopped moving as you thought about it.

“I have plans with Robin and Nancy.”

“Ditch them.”

You finally turn to look at Eddie and he swears he can feel his heartbeat out of his chest when he sees the teasing look in your eyes.

“‘M not gonna ditch them Eddie! I haven't seen them in so long, I miss my girls.” you say with a pout.

Eddie smiled as the tips of his fingers danced along the skin of your exposed knee. He silently thanks whatever greater power is out there for making today one of the hottest days of spring Hawkins has ever had.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I miss you so much, haven't seen you since Steve came into the picture.”

You clench your thighs and clear your throat as you quickly start to scribble down more notes. Eddie bites back his chuckle when his hands move up to your thighs. Your cheeks are painted with a pretty pink color as he leans in closer to you.

“So easy to rile up. I haven't done anything and you're already squirming around. It's fun teasing you.”

“You suck,” you whisper while turning your head to face him once more.

He snorts. “You sure about that sweetheart?”

You open your mouth ready to speak out, but the sound of the bell fills your ears as Eddie lets out a groan.

“Later Munson.” you giggle out as you grab your things and leave.

-

“Wait, wait, wait,” Robin said while eating a handful of popcorn. “You're telling me you're with Eddie and Steve?!”

You shake your head ready to clear up any confusion when Nancy cuts in.

“Do they know?”

“I'm not with either of them!” you exclaimed while popping an M&M in your mouth, the movie you put on seemed less interesting now. “I'm just…feeling out the situation.”

Nancy let out a giggle and raised her eyebrows, her expression screaming keep thinking that.

“How about you feel things out with me instead y/n?” Robin said while smirking at you.

You ignored the small blush on your cheeks and threw your candy toward her, cheers coming from all three of you when it bounces off her head and into the bowl of popcorn. A knock on the door floods the room making you get up and fix your pajama shorts and head toward the door.

“Pizza is here ladies- Steve?”

Steve’s lips stretched into a smile as he leaned against the door.

“Hey, uh, I have your pizza.”

You grab the box from his hands, confusion written on your face.

“Thanks, uh…what are you doing here? Not that I mind that you're here! I just- I have company.”

Your cheeks flush when you hear Nancy and Robin giggle at your flustered state. There was something about him that made all confidence leave your body.

“Oh, sorry I didn't know.” he chuckled. “I was just wondering if you were coming to my party tomorrow. It is my birthday after all.”

You smile softly at him and tilt your head a bit.

“Of course, I'll be there. I got you a present and everything.”

Before Steve could open his mouth a low whistle interrupted him.

“Hope it's nothing he can take off sweetheart, that's my job.”

Your body tenses as Eddie leans in and plants a soft kiss on your cheek, you're so caught off guard you don't hear robin choke on popcorn she was still munching on.

“Eddie!” you breathed out. “Eddie and Steve. Steve and Eddie. Fun. How fun is this?!”

You're short-circuiting and everyone within a three-foot radius would be able to tell.

“She's gonna crack,” Nancy said while shaking her head. Robin shushed her and shook her head.

“She's gonna rip them to shreds!”

Nancy furrowed her brows, her eyes never leaving your tense figure as you talked with the men who had you wrapped around their fingers.

Robin sighed, catching on to her friend’s confusion.

“She hasn't been on a date with them in two weeks cause they keep crashing each other’s dates, remember?”

Nancy nods her head still not catching on.

“That means, she hasn't been touched in two weeks. She's a ticking time bomb and they don't even realize it.”

“You're really good at reading her,” Nancy said with a teasing tone. “Any reason why?”

Robin shoves her friend and nods toward you. “I'm giving them three minutes before she explodes.”

You're so lost in your little world that you don't even hear what Nancy and Robin are talking about.

“Sorry to barge in on your girl time,” Eddie said while shoving his hands in his pockets. “I come with a present though, unlike someone.”

“I love presents!” you say with a smile.

Steve scoffs. “I'm the one who gave her the pizza, moron.”

Eddie brushes off Steve's comment and pulls a small brown baggy out of his pocket.

“I remember how stressed you looked while taking notes, thought this could help unwind,” he said while placing the small bag on top of the pizza box that was much cooler now.

“Uh- I, thank you, Eddie. I'll pay you back once I have some cash-”

Eddie waved his hand around causing you to stop.

“Don't worry about it. I can think of another way you could pay me back,” he smirked while hiding behind strands of his hair. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“She's coming to a party with me.”

“Well-”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns toward Steve. “Last time I checked, parties usually happen in the evening, which means she's free all day tomorrow.”

Your eyes flicked back and forth between the men in front of you. “I'm sorry, what's happening here?”

Steve speaks up first, his eyes never leaving Eddie. “He's trying to steal you away so you don't come to my party.”

“I wouldn't have to steal her away if you just left us alone on our dates.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “For the last time lovers lake is a common swimming ground-”

“Swimming at midnight?!” Eddie barked out.

“You have your hobbies I have mine-”

“You're a fucking idiot-”

“Enough!” You shouted as your hands gripped the pizza box tightly.

“This,” you said while circling your hand to gesture to the three of you. “Is not fun!”

“I want romance! I want flowers, and I want candy! I want to be swept off of my feet and god damnit- I want to be felt up!”

Silence falls over the three of you while Steve and Eddie rack their brains trying to find the right words to say.

“Nobody is feeling me up!” you shouted, blood boiling when you saw their eyes never left each other's frazzled frame “Nobody is even looking at me!”

Their eyes finally landed on you.

“I'm a fucking senior who tutors on the side and has a job! Do you two know how busy I am?! I told you both that this is a dating situation and I haven't been on a single date!”

Steve spoke up. “But I took you-”

“Do you know how much effort I put into getting ready?! I shave, I pluck, I do my hair, and put on makeup, and- the two of you are still looking at each other!”

They snapped their heads forward facing you again.

Eddie stepped forward. “Y/n-”

“No!” you said firmly while putting your hand in between your bodies.

“I like you both, I really do, and it kills me knowing that I'm going to have to choose only one of you to be with me.”

They both looked down at their feet forgetting that you'll have to break one of their hearts.

“But,” you said, the firmness in your voice returned. “My fantasy is not two men looking at each other!”

Their flustered state returned as they stumbled over their words.

“No! No talking until one of you figures out how to plan a date! I want heat, I want romance, damnit I want to feel like a freaking lady!”

They don't have time to form a coherent thought or sentence because you slam the door in their faces signaling that you're done with them for the night. Silence falls over both of them until Eddie scoffs and nudges Steve with his elbow.

“Way to go, you blew it.”

“Me?! You're the one-”

The door opens and their eyes fall on you once more.

“Thank you for the weed and pizza.” you said before slamming the door once more. You stomp over to the couch, sitting between your two friends as you toss the weed onto the small coffee table and angrily open the pizza box before munching on the now cold food.

“You know,” Nancy said while grabbing a slice of pizza. “That party is going to be something.”

You grunted, your eyes following Robin's hand as she picked off a piece of pepperoni from your pizza.

“Sorry, you guys had to hear that.”

Robin hummed. “I for one am having fun,” she said while munching on the pepperoni. “It was nice seeing you express what you want.”

You snorted. “You just like when I yell at Steve.”

“You got that right babe.”

-

Grumbles leave your lips as your shoes crunch on the bits of gravel that are scattered on Steve's driveway. You mutter out an apology to yet another car you bump into as you struggle to check Steve's gift bag making sure everything was in there.

“How the fuck is he going to claim he's not popular but the block is filled with cars?” you questioned out loud to no one in particular. You shivered when you felt a gust of wind blow by. Although you did wear a sweater, the thin material could only protect you from so much.

“Y/n! Come sit with me!”

Your head whipped around and excitement filled your body as Eddie leaned against the hood of his car. You make your way over to him with a smile.

“Hi, Eddie.”

He smiled at you and grabbed at your hand that was resting at your side.

“Hey sweetheart, aren't you cold?” he asked while looking over your outfit. You shrugged your shoulders.

“I don't plan on staying out here that long.”

Eddie hums and places a cigarette between his lips and places the lighter in the palm of your hand.

“Light me up, baby?”

You swallow and nod your head before you flick on the lighter with shaky hands. He leans in close enough to where the flame lights up his face and when he looks up at you you can see the flame dancing in his eyes. He pulls back with a smirk on his face and blows out a puff of air.

“So,” he starts. “What’d you get Harrington?” he asks while trying to peek inside the bag.

Nervously, you pull the bag behind your back and shrug your shoulders.

“Just a cassette tape he wanted, and some more tapes for his camera.”

Eddie furrows his brows. “Tapes? Steve has a video camera?”

You nod your head and focus on the small rock you're kicking around.

“Yeah, his parents got him one since they aren't here for his birthday.”

He nods his head and clears his throat. “So what did you get him?”

“Huh? Eddie I just told-”

“No, no, no,” he says while hopping off the hood of his van. “Those gifts in the bag are what you got for Steve and his guests. What did you get just for him?”

Your mind goes blank as his hands slip under your sweater and rest on your back. The coolness from his hands causes you to jump closer to his warm body.

“I- uh, th-the tapes…” you stutter trying to find the right words.

Eddie chuckles at your flustered state.

“This pretty little outfit his present? Does he get to unwrap you once he's all alone with you?”

You're dazed and Eddie can tell.

“Poor baby hasn't been touched for weeks and now look at you. Can't even think of a single sentence.” he mutters while tossing his cigarette aside.

“W-what did you get Steve?” you whisper as he leans down peppering kisses over your neck, biting down gently over your pulse. You feel him smirk.

“Don't worry, I got something our sweet little Stevie would love to have.”

-

The house filled with cheers as Steve blew out the birthday candles and took a shot. This was his element, it had to be. The way he was glowing and how alive he looked was enough to make your knees weak.

“Y/n!” he shouted as he opened his arms and wrapped you up in a bone-crushing hug. “You made it!”

You giggled and grabbed the bag that was sitting next to you on the counter. He gasped.

“And you brought me a present!”

“It's not much, just some things you mentioned- Steve are you crying?”

His eyes sparkled as tears began to form and fall down his beautiful face.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever gotten me.”

You let out a nervous chuckle.

“Steve it's just-”

“Seeeeee this is why I like you so much! You're just- you're so sweet…like a peach…or a plum! You're a peach and a plum my darling!”

You don't even have time to respond before he's planting a sloppy kiss on your cheek and being dragged to the nearest drinking game.

“Hey- wait, let go- I’LL COME BACK FOR YOU!!”

A chuckle leaves your lips as you grab into the red solo cup that was resting by your gift. Your face twists into disgust as you lightly shake your head, you forgot Steve tends to buy hard liquor when he has people over.

“I'm sorry y/n, but I can't let people know how much I love the cute fruity drinks.” he would say.

You sigh as you make your way over to Robin who is sitting next to Jonathan and Nancy.

“There you are!” Nancy squealed as she wiggled out of Jonathan’s arms.

You giggled as she fell into you and gave Jonathan and Robin a small wave.

“Yeah,” Robin started. “We thought you wouldn't show up because of the incident.”

“Incident?” Jonathan asked while taking Nancy out of your arms and setting her back in his lap.

“Y/n is seeing Steve…and Eddie. She's living a double life.” Nancy rambled on.

“I'm not living a double life, they're both aware of what's happening.”

Jonathan nodded his head, his eyes were red and a lazy smile rested on his face. “I still don't know what's happening.”

You opened your mouth ready to explain your lover's lore but Robin beat you to it.

“Y/n hasn't had sex in two weeks and is extremely pent up, so she blew up on Steve and Eddie cause they suck.”

You scoff and chug down the small amount of liquor that was left in your cup, your face heating up but you weren't sure if it was because you had eyes on you or because of the liquor.

“I'm not pent up-”

“You are, and it's okay,” Robin said while putting a hand on your shoulder. “I told you I'm here for you! With open arms…and open legs, and an open-”

Nancy spit her drink back into her cup to let out her laugh, which made you giggle.

“Please Buckley, you wouldn't know what to do with me.”

Robin chuckled and sat up while leaning forward a bit.

“Is that a challenge?”

“Yo, Buckley,” a voice said. “Hands off my girl.”

Your head turns to see where the voice came from, your heart pounding out of your chest when you see Eddie making his way over.

“Hi.” you sigh. Your head resting on his thigh when he sits on the armrest of the couch. His hand finds its home on your neck, his rings causing a chill to shoot through you like a lightning strike. His hand moves up your jaw and gently makes you look at him.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

Your insides turn to mush and you swear you hear angels singing the moment he opens up his mouth to greet you. You fight the urge to let out a whine when you feel his thumb rub against your jaw. Before you know it, he's moved you onto his lap and his arms are around your waist. you squirm around trying to get comfortable when you feel his breath on your ear.

“In a little bit, you're gonna go to the restroom okay? I have a surprise for you.”

Yesyesyes, god yes. You nod your head not trusting your voice, and you give yourself thirty seconds before you're stumbling your way toward the restroom upstairs. Once you reach the restroom you lean against the door, your hand gripping the doorknob as excitement courses through your veins.

Fuck, you think to yourself. Pull yourself together. You're not desperate. Oh, but you are desperate. You walk up to the mirror and grip the edges of the sink as you stare at your reflection. Your cheeks are painted in a pretty rosy shade and heat is radiating off of you. You could practically see how needy you were. A knock on the door stops your thoughts.

“Occupied,” you grunted out as you fixed your hair.

The knocking continues.

“Didn't you fucking hear- oh.”

You swing the door open ready to tell off whoever was behind the door but you stop when you see Eddie.

He lets out a low whistle. “You really are pent up.”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you drag him in by the collar of his shirt and push him up against the door.

“Yeah, I am.”

He doesn't have time to process what's happening before your lips are on his and your hands are racing trying to take off his jacket. He pulls away trying to catch his breath, letting out a laugh when your lips chase his.

“Eddie-”

“This is cute, you thinking you're in charge.”

He wraps his arms around you and lifts you to sit on the edge of the sink, the cold porcelain cools your skin. You whine when he pulls away from you to lean against the wall.

“Eddie-”

He shushes you.

You pout and rest your hands on your thighs.

“I wanna get a good look at how pretty you look right now. Matter of fact…how about we say cheese for the camera.”

Your eyes widen when you see him pull out Steve's camera from behind his back. You were so caught up in your needs that you didn't even notice he had the camera with him.

“I haven't filmed anything, but I figured since you and steve took some pictures maybe we can make a little magic.”

“How do you know about…”

He pulls the small polaroid out of his pocket and shows you.

You chuckle dryly.

“You are both something else.”

Eddie took a step forward testing the waters.

“The ball is in your court sweetheart.”

“I can't stand it, really. The constant bickering, the ruined dates. It's getting old fast.”

He stands between your legs now

“Not like the movies?”

“Nothing like the movies.”

He hums. “You could end it all now. Either choose or call it quits. We won't hate you, we knew what we were getting into.”

You were selfish, and you hated that you were. Even though the bickering did bother you, and you hated how they each ruined countless dates you didn't want it to end. Not yet at least, and that made you feel selfish. How often could a woman say she had two men fight for her? Not a lot, so you said fuck it. Fuck the selfish feeling cause you deserve this.

“You talk too much.”

-

By now the party has died down a bit and Steve is long gone. Jonathan and Robin drag his half-asleep body up the stairs trying to find his room.

“Where are we going?” Steve slurred out.

“Your bed.” Robin grunted. “Are you doing anything, Jonathan?”

“Do you hear something?” Jonathan mumbled while looking behind him.

“Yeah, I hear me doing all the hard work here.”

“You're both good friends. Great friends. Friends, friends, friends.” Steve said.

Robin rolled her eyes. “How the fuck did I end up on babysitting duty?”

“Yo, seriously. Does anyone hear that noise?!”

-

You died. You had to be dead and in heaven because you have never felt so good in your entire life. You had one leg propped up on the sink and the other was wrapped around Eddie's waist making sure he wouldn't be too far from you.

“F-fuck, holy shit,” Eddie chuckled breathlessly. “You look so fucking good like this,” he whispered while slowing his thrusts down.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.”

Each word made his hips meet yours. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a moan. Eddie is quick to shush you.

“Careful pretty girl, you'll spoil the surprise for Steve.”

Oh, right, the surprise. You almost forgot all about the camera that Eddie was holding in his shaky hands. Almost.

“C'mon baby, say hi to Steve for me,” he grunted out.

You open your mouth ready to tell him to put down the camera that way he can give you all his attention but you don't. Instead, your jaw drops, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel Eddie angle his hips a bit.

“There it is.” he chuckled.

You don't even bother trying to keep quiet anymore. Moans and curses are spilling from your mouth as one hand grips the edge sink while the other flies behind Eddie's neck.

You moan against his lips when you finally feel his hands on your body, the camera long gone now.

“Who's fucking you this good baby?”

“Y-you- fuck, you are Eddie!”

A quiet fuck falls from his lips when your legs wrap around him trapping him between your legs.

“So fucking good for me, f-fuck. S-so fucking good.” Eddie mentally kicks himself for not having a better vocabulary but there's no other word to describe how he feels right now. His thrusts start to get sloppy and his hands are gripping your thighs, trying to pry them open.

“L-let me go baby-”

You shake your head and try to bring him closer to you. This isn't enough, you want to melt into him.

“S-shit- cum in me Eddie, please.”

He groans loudly and pulls away from you a bit. You open your eyes and clench at the sight in front of you. His curls are sticking to his forehead and his chest is covered in pretty little shades of purple, some of them over his tattoo.

“Yeah?” he moaned out. “Want me to cum in you?”

You gasp when he starts to speed up again.

“Fuck, you're gonna be so full of me. Gonna have me dripping down your thighs while you walk out of Steve's house.”

A moan leaves your soft lips at the thought of Eddie cumming in you once again.

“You like that baby? Like when I cum inside you and make you mine?”

You nod your head, the knot in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips. Eddie’s hand falls to your clit, his thumb rubbing in a quick side-to-side motion, a lopsided grin appeared on his face when he heard you moan louder.

“‘M close Eddie!”

“I know baby- fuck, gonna come around my cock? Hm?”

You nod your head frantically.

“Please, please, please Eddie! Please let me cum.”

His lips crash into yours, swallowing your moans when the knot finally breaks, and you get drowned in waves of pleasure. A groan leaves his lips as his hips press into you with one final thrust.

Finally, silence falls over you both, the only noise that fills the room is the both of you trying to catch your breaths and the soft electrical hum from the lights above you.

“Thank you,” you whimper out, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him again. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Eddie chuckles, his lips melting with yours and his hands hold your face while his thumbs gently stroke the skin of your cheeks.

“We should probably get you cleaned up,” he whispers against your lips. You whine at the empty feeling as he slowly pulls out. His teeth bite into his bottom lip as he watches a mixture of you and him slowly leave your body. His mind is on autopilot as he reaches for the camera with one hand, his eyes never leaving you. A gasp falls from your lips when you feel two fingers slip back inside of you.

“Steve is an idiot if he thinks I'm not putting up a fight for you,” he mumbles to himself. He smiles at you and angles the camera toward your face. “Say hi to him baby.”

-

Steve lets out a groan, his hands flying to his pounding head as he squints his eyes trying to block out the sunlight that shines through the curtains.

“Fucking sun, all bright and shit.” he slurs, slowly sitting up in his bed making sure not to make himself feel even worse than he does. He rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he racks his brain trying to remember snippets from the night before. The last thing he remembers is taking a couple of shots with Robin, then his mind goes blank. Another groan slips past his lips but it cuts short when his eyes fall on the tape that was resting on his pillow.

He picks up the tape, turning it over trying to see if he could find anything written on it, but his eyes widen when he realizes the tape is for his new camera.

“Jesus Christ Steve, what did you do last night?”

Steve plops back down onto his pillow, and a small hum of curiosity fills the room when he sees a note peeking out from the pillow next to him.

To: Steve

Happy birthday. I thought you'd enjoy this :)

Eddie (and y/n)

Suddenly it all clicks into place. Steve stumbles out of his bed, tripping over red solo cups and the occasional bag of chips people left behind for him to clean up. He can't even be upset about it as he fumbles around with the tape, putting it in the player and turning on the tv. His eyes widen when your moans flood the living room and Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat comes into the frame.

Eddie’s dirty talk goes in one ear and out the other, it's all too much for Steve. He quickly takes the tape out of the player and lets out a dry chuckle while shaking his head. He knew Eddie would put up a fight, he knew how much Eddie liked you but he liked you more. All he had to do was show you and Eddie Munson who the better fit was, and that won't be too hard for a charming guy like Steve. All he needed was a plan and a perfect moment to execute said plan.

“Where the hell am I?” a voice slurred out from behind the couch.

“Jonathan why are you still in my house?”

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