#stranger things gif drabble

[secretlovezz]

hiiiii, congrats on 1k I love your writing smm!!!

Could I please request an Eddie Munson fic with a female reader where they’re best friends and have a Horror Movie Friday every week, and at this one, she ends up sleeping over? Thank you! 💕

Scary Movie?

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: none really just fluff

Wordcount: 1059

A/N: hope I did well on your request, I'm honored that you enjoy my little writings <3

Friday has always been your favorite day of the week.

When you were little it always signified the end of the school week, free from classes with rowdy students and teachers that couldn’t control them, and though this was still a good reason for making it such a wonderful day it got even better after you met Eddie.

Eddie Munson the resident “freak” at Hawkins high and your best friend had declared Friday night as movie night not too long into your abruptly formed friendship. Every week you would head to his trailer with a wide smile on your face, a pizza, drinks, or snacks in hand and prepare for a night of random movies- almost always scary and meant to scare your socks off in a way that always made Eddie cackle- and fun. 

This week it was your turn to pick a movie and though you knew Eddie wouldn’t really like it you were fine with that as long as you didn’t have to sit through Poltergeist again.

“So what has the lady brought for us to watch this week?” Eddie sighs dramatically as he plops himself on the couch beside you, throwing his arm lazily around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. You move his arm off of you to stand and he frowns groaning at the unintentional rejection.

But you smile in thought at what reaction he might have as you dig through your bag for the movie you rented ignoring his dramatics in the background. Grin widening when you grab it and whip it into the air excitedly, “Behold! The glorious film of-,” Eddie cuts you off as he reads the title deadpanned and a little annoyed no longer into the playful mood he had just been in less than a minute ago, “Gremlins? Are you serious? We’re supposed to be watching scary movies.”

Eyes rolling at him as you pop open the case to insert the movie into the player insisting, “Gremlins is totally a scary movie those little fuckers are nightmare fuel and you know it.” you swing the case to point at him as you finish speaking. Eddie crosses his arms and pouts like a child mumbling something about how they are in fact not scary and he could totally beat them but you once again ignore his antics and insert the movie. 

Walking back over to the couch you throw yourself onto it and wrap your arm around him to pull his slouched body over to you similarly to what he had done to you only minutes before. He sighs giving in almost immediately and grabs onto your legs to pull them into his lap rubbing your leg up and down with his cold hands sometimes pitching at your sweatpants. Your head rests on his shoulder rubbing your cheek against the warn fabric of his band-tee while his own cheek rests against your hair, face a little covered by the wildness of it.

The two of you watch the movie but not without Eddie's quips and mumbles about how stupid it is and soon enough you're both half asleep as the credits roll up with the names of actors and producers.

You yawn and so does he, moving to stretch your hand bumps a little roughly against Eddie’s chin and you laugh.

“I know I made fun of your choice of movie but you didn’t have’ta hit me for it,” he grumbles to which you roll your eyes and reason, “If you weren’t so close to me all the time I wouldn’t have done that.” He pinches your side and gets up doing an exaggerated stretch of his own.

As you get up to gather your things Eddie watches you brows furrowed and eyes squinted as you throw your- once his- sweater into your tote bag and he looks out the window then looks back at you. “Y’know you could just stay over, right? I mean it's pretty late and- and I think Wayne wouldn’t mind… he likes you.” He finishes his sentence with a shrug with his hand rubbing shyly on the back of his heating neck. You look at him, contemplating, and look out the window then back at him. He’s right it's late and you suck at driving at night, Eddie likes to tease and ask how you even got your license.

“Oh! Uhhh sure why not?”

The grin that appears on his face makes you feel like you’re looking at the sun- he’s absolutely beaming at you.

“Perfect! I mean cool- yeah yeah cool, um you can take the bed and i’ll sleep out here.” A giggle leaves from your lips at his poorly hidden excitement. “Or and hear me out here,” Eddie raises a singular brow anticipation for your next words over shadowing his previous embarrassment, “we share the bed. I mean the two of us could totally fit, right?” 

The flush that overtakes your best friend's face makes you giggle once more, grabbing his hand to lead him to the room as he sputters out nonsense along the way. You think this is your new favorite version of him, shattering his cocky-ness to reveal a flustered mess.

When you two make it to the room you drop his hand and toss yourself down onto his blanket covered mattress sighing as you make contact with the plushness of it.

Gathering one of his pillows in your arms and letting your head fall onto it you finally turn to him, “c’mon you're the one that said it was late, I’m tired.” He’s moving before the words even finish leaving your mouth throwing himself on top of you lazily, “you’re right,” he lets out a faux yawn, “It’s sooooo late and I’m sooooo tired.” His arms wrap around your torso tightly and shoves his face into the crook of your neck- already he was back to his normal self. You cackle and try to push him off but it’s no use because he uses all of his strength to keep you pressed against him.

He only loosens his grip to let you twist in his hold to face him, wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. “Love you.” The words are whispered so gently against the shells of his ear that he almost doesn’t hear you but he does.

“Love you too”

[andvys]

sooo... I saw that your requests are open so maybe something with Henderson!reader who secretly has a crush on Eddie/Steve (you know I love them both so it's your choice here 🤭) and she has a fight with Dustin and this little shrimp (with all the love Dusty-bun) and his big mouth scream in nerves something about said crush and of course Eddie/Steve hears it, happy ending here pretty please 🥹

of course you don't have to write it if you don't like the idea! no pressure here, hope you have an amazing day Andy 🩷

My only angel E.M.

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of unrequited feelings, mutual pining, happy ending of course, mostly fluff

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Note: thank you for this request bestie! I loved writing it!

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You love your brother, you really do but that little shrimp, how Eddie likes to call him, can truly get on your nerves sometimes. You do anything for him, which is probably why he is so insatiable. You always spoiled him, that was probably your first mistake but you love getting him things that he loves so much, whether it’s new comics, books, movies or anything DnD related. A lot of your savings are spent on him, you know it’s not your job to get him all this stuff all the time but he is your little brother and you love seeing that big smile on his face whenever he gets excited about the things you get him. 

You drive him around when Steve is too busy to do it, you cook him lunch and dinner when your mom has no time to do it, you bake things for him and his friends and you let him host movie nights even though you love having the living room to yourself on Friday nights. 

You always say yes to him. 

But not this time. 

“Come on, are you serious?” Dustin exclaims, rolling his eyes at you as he follows you to your locker. 

“Very serious, Dustin!” 

“You can literally do it any other night, y/n!” 

Mike, Will and Lucas are tagging along with him, giving you their best puppy eyes. 

You open your locker, staring into blank space as you take a deep breath before you turn back around to look at the teens. 

“You know what? I’ve been waiting for this night for weeks! Mom is out of town, you were supposed to be at Mike’s place if I remember correctly and I was supposed to have the house to myself!” 

Mike furrows his brows, “why can’t you have your girls night at our place? You can have the basement,” he shrugs. 

“Yeah, the basement is nice!” Will smiles, though he doesn’t look like he wants to be a part of this argument. 

“Yeah, I’m sure Nancy and Robin would be fine with that,” Lucas says, giving you an unsure grin. 

“Exactly!” Dustin rolls his eyes. 

You tilt your head, “why don’t you host your DnD thing in your basement? That’s where you always used to play!” 

Dustin puts his hand on his forehead, “or you can just hang out in your room and we’ll have the living room to ourselves, that way we can all have what we want!”

You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, “I want the living room, in fact, I want the whole house to myself, for once!” 

Dustin scrunches his face up in confusion, “oh come on, y/n, please!” 

Mike and Lucas nod along, “please, we don’t want any parents around, they aren’t exactly fans of Eddie.” 

Your features soften a little, something that definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by your little brother. 

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, you shake your head. You, Nancy and Robin have planned your only girls night for weeks, there is no way that you will let any boys interrupt it. 

“Nope.” 

Dustin’s face grows red, he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up, “son of a bitch,” he mumbles to himself, “is it because of your crush on Eddie? Are you scared that you will embarrass yourself when he’s around the way you always do?”

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you look at your brother. 

Mike’s eyes widen as well, he opens his mouth to say something but quickly closes it again when he sees the metalhead behind you, his expression mirroring yours. 

Will looks down, feeling sorry for you. 

Lucas cups his mouth, looking like he’s about to burst into laughter. 

Dustin’s face grows pale, regret flickering in his eyes when he sees the shocked and embarrassed look on your face and the surprised one on Eddie’s. 

“What?!” 

That’s the question you ask yourself, internally. That voice did not belong to you though, this is Eddie’s voice. 

Your blood runs cold and your stomach churns. Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. Oh, how you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Your cheeks heat up and embarrassment rushes through you. 

Eddie, whose face is more flustered than ever, steps around you, staring at you with wide eyes, “y/n, is that the truth?” 

You can only imagine what he thinks and what he feels, you spare yourself the embarrassment of being rejected. You don’t look at him, you don’t even bother to answer the question, you slam your locker shut, “host your goddamn campaign, Dustin,” you spit before you walk away without sparing any of them a single look. 

Eddie’s big eyes follow you, watching you walk away with your head hung low. His heart skips a beat, butterflies swirling in his stomach. You have a crush on him? The girl he has been pining for, feels the same? 

“Dustin,” Will mumbles, “how can you embarrass your own sister like that?” He shakes his head. 

“Yeah, dude,” Lucas mumbles.

Mike scratches his head and glances at Eddie who looks awestruck.

“Shit,” Dustin mumbles, closing his eyes. 

Eddie finally turns to look at him, putting his hand on the teen’s shoulder, he looks down at him, “Henderson, is that the truth?” Eddie asks, “your sister has a crush on me– on me?” He points to himself in confusion. 

Mike and Lucas share a look, smirking a little. 

Dustin finally opens his eyes, looking nervously up at his dungeon master, he is unsure of what to say, not wanting to embarrass you any further, he shrugs. 

Lucas sighs, rolling his eyes at his friend, “yes, Eddie. She has a crush on you.” 

Mike nods, “yeah, she was actually talking about you with my sister.” 

Eddie looks at them, “really?” 

Dustin squints his eyes, taking in the excited look on Eddie’s face, “wait,” he mumbles, “do you like my sister?” 

Eddie swallows, cheeks growing red.

“Holy shit!” Dustin exclaims as the three teens start smirking at him but before any of them can say anything else, Eddie turns around and runs off just the way you did, leaving them all giggling. 

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You and Eddie aren’t the closest friends, that is probably because of your huge crush on him. Dustin isn’t wrong, you do tend to embarrass yourself in front of him. 

Whenever he is around, you turn into a blushing mess, you barely manage to form a sentence when he talks to you, all he ever gets are short responses, shy smiles and little waves. The poor guy probably thinks you hate him but he really just makes you incredibly nervous. 

You always had a crush on him, from the first moment you had laid your eyes on him, you had a special place in your heart for the handsome metalhead, not knowing that he feels just the same. 

You never talked much to him, only when you sat next to each other during class or saw him outside of school but you weren’t brave enough to make the move to become his friend or anything more than that. 

When your brother befriended him and he started coming around, stealing your job of driving him around, he always left you a blushing mess. Eddie was always a flirt, throwing random pickup lines at you, gifting you a flower that he picked from your mother’s garden or someone else’s property, holding doors open for you or carrying your books to classes but you never thought much of it, you thought that he’s like that with every girl. 

He is not. 

You fear that, that is over now, that he is weirded out by your crush on him. Thanks to your brother and his big mouth, your day and the rest of your week is ruined. 

All day, you have been avoiding Eddie, trying your best to avoid eye contact. The thought of being confronted and rejected makes you feel both mortified and heartbroken. 

You successfully manage to get through the day without running into him again. Now, you’re alone in your room, sulking, listening to Tears for Fears and glaring at your diary, the one that Dustin must’ve read, how else would he know of your crush and your hopeless feelings for Eddie? 

A knock on your window pulls you out of your thoughts, startling you a little. You throw the ripped out pages on your bed and turn around, eyes widening when you see Eddie who stands in front of your window with a smile on his face, waving at you shyly.

Your heart begins to race, your eyes widen. Nervously, you make your way towards it, he purses his lips, staring at you in excitement. Sliding the window open, you lick your lips and take a deep breath, “h-hi?” You mumble nervously. 

He is not here to reject you is he? 

Eddie smiles and you just now notice the flowers in his hands.

Surely, a guy who is about to reject you, won’t show up with flowers and a smile on his face, right?

“Hello princess,” he grins, looking giddy as he eyes you. 

You blush at the pet name, breaking eye contact, you look down. 

“Can I come in?” 

You nod and step aside to let him in, you dig your nails into your palms, a nervous habit that you have picked up on, years ago. You look down at yourself, growing incredibly flustered when you realize that you’re only wearing a big shirt and underwear. 

He climbs inside and shuts the window before he turns around to face you, he can’t even fight the smile off his face when he sees how nervous you are, “here, these are for you,” he whispers, holding out the flowers for you. 

Your eyes light up, looking up at him, you notice the excitement in his dark eyes, his plump lips are set in a bright smile. 

You reach for the flowers, your fingertips graze his knuckles as you take the flowers from him, “thank you,” you smile, glancing at the pink and yellow flowers, “those are not from mom’s garden,” you giggle. 

Eddie shakes his head, “no, they’re not,” he smiles, “I picked them out just for you, there’s a huge field of flowers close to Lover’s Lake,” he explains. He licks his lips, looking around the room that he has only passed by whenever he came over to pick up Dustin, “maybe I could take you there…. tomorrow? To Lover’s Lake, I mean.” 

Your heart flutters in your chest, excitement bubbling in your stomach. 

“To do what?” You ask, tilting your head, “isn’t that like a popular makeout spot?” 

His eyes widen and he chuckles, “no, according to all the jocks at school, skull rock is a popular makeout spot,” he says, stepping closer to you, he smiles as he watches you smelling the flowers, “but we could always make Lover’s Lake a new makeout spot, just for us, of course.” 

Your eyes widen even more, your cheeks grow incredibly hot. 

Your reaction makes him smirk, a sense of pride rushing through him for being so ‘smooth’. 

You giggle, forgetting all about the embarrassment and the fear you have felt before.

“Just for us?” 

He steps even closer to you, bringing his hand up, he brushes your hair back, tucking it behind your ear, “I wouldn’t want to take any other girl there, sweetheart,” he says, eyes softening, “but you gotta stop running away from me, I’ve been trying to catch you all day.” 

You draw your brows together and look up at him with big eyes, it makes him weak in the knees. 

“Tell me, is that little shrimp telling the truth?” He asks with big and hopeful eyes. 

You blink, your breathing quickens and you grow nervous all over again. 

“If he is, then I’d be the happiest and luckiest man in the world, princess.” 

Your heart leaps to your throat, you can’t believe it. 

“Really?” You breathe. 

He nods with a large smile on his face. 

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m like really obsessed with you,” he admits, cheeks redder than ever. 

“Wait what?” 

He chuckles, shaking his head as he cups your cheek, “I thought, I made it pretty obvious.” 

Not only does Eddie use every opportunity to talk to you, to spend time with you, he also creates DnD characters based on you, he drives around Hawkins, searching for the perfect flowers for you, he picks up Dustin just so he can see you, even if it’s only for one minute, he does anything to see you and to be with you and he explains all that to you, leaving you standing there with a shocked and awestruck look on your face. 

“I-I thought you do that for every girl,” you admit. 

“Never!” Eddie frowns, “I only want one girl,” he says as he reaches for your hand, bringing it up to his lips, he keeps looking into your eyes as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, “I only want you, sweetheart. So, will you take pity on my cynical heart and do me the honor and go on a date with me?” He asks, dramatically and with a teasing look in his eyes. 

Your giggle makes his soul happy.

Eddie is so crazy about you. He loves your beautiful voice, it always makes his heart flutter. He loves your sweet smile. He loves the way you get so flustered whenever he just looks at you. He loves your perfume. He loves the way you make him feel. The way you have always been so good and sweet to him, the way you always make him smile and happy, even on his worst days.

You're his angel.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Eddie Munson,” you smile. 

“Really?” He exclaims happily. 

“Yes!” 

He fist bumps the air before he scoops you up in his arms and twirls you around, giggling at the squeal that leaves your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck, still holding the flowers in your hands. 

“This is the best day of my life,” he whispers when he places you back on the ground, giving you a toothy grin, he can’t even help himself, leaning closer, he kisses your cheek, “can’t believe that your little brother made it the best day.” 

“You should’ve asked me out before,” you whisper. 

“Sweetheart, I didn’t think you were into me, I feel like I’ve been flirting with you for months!” 

“I didn’t think you were flirting!” 

“Wasn’t I obvious?” 

You shrug, “I thought that you were just a flirt!” 

He scoffs, putting his hands on the small of your back, he pulls you tightly against him, “only for you.” 

You smile at him. Raising your hand, you run your fingers through his hair and push it back, reaching for one of the smaller flowers in your little bouquet, you pick it out and tuck the stem behind his ear. 

Eddie chuckles at your action but his heart flutters when you lean in and kiss his cheek. 

“You’re pretty, Eddie.” 

“Yeah?” He asks, blushing. 

You nod. 

“I think you’re prettier,” he whispers, smiling at you, “you’re the prettiest.” 

“No, that’s you.” 

“No, you!” 

Neither of you notice the hushed whispers outside of your door, too busy and focused on each other.

“Oh, they’re so gross already,” Dustin mumbles with a disgusted look on his face. 

Lucas and Mike giggle. 

“I think, they’re super cute,” Will smiles with a happy look on his face. 

“I think Eddie will come over for something other than the campaign this weekend,” Lucas says, wiggling his brows. 

Dustin groans, shaking his head, “ew!” 

[wroteclassicaly]

Steve making out with your pussy, his tongue greedily working itself inside of you, and his nose sliding in your slick and pushing against your clit on every upstroke. He’s groaning, whining, panting, and rubbing himself over the mattress. His big hands are wrapped around your thighs to hold you open — alternating between dipping a finger down to work inside your sopping wet cunt, also using two to spread your labia apart so he can devour every inch of you and your wetness. Occasionally he’ll bring your hands to his hair and encourage you to pull, loose tendrils tickling your inner thighs. He’ll lace your fingers together and hold on tight as you start to cum, but then he most likely has one hand full of his thick fingers to assist him in making you fall apart.

It’s not that he can’t just use his tongue (my god, the many times he has used that to devour and destroy you alone), it’s that he knows when it’s real good for you to have that added stimulation inside those tight walls, something to grab onto — it helps you crash harder. And Steve is greedy when it comes to you. There’s nothing like your pussy tightening around his cock or his fingers, fresh, creamy cum splashing out around his fingers and drenching his mouth and chin. God, there’s nothing quite fucking like it to him…

His eyes are blown to the wind, cinnamon flecks shattered in those midnight black pupils, crowing the space of his sclera. He descends upon you and you spread your legs, allowing, practically begging him to pet you through the aftershocks. Both of you are ready for more soon after…

[kanataka-san]

《Robin has a gf in this so she's not single and (Y/N) is also dating someone》

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*talking about Steves love life and flirting skills or lack of it*

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Robin: (Y/N)! say one of your windsom about single people-

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(Y/N): It's like... a real estate: the longer you're on the market, the more people are going to wonder what's wrong with you.

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Steve: why am I friends with you?

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Robin/(Y/N): Cause we're the only ones putting up with your bullshit and shitty pick-ups lines-

I'm not really back but thought about posting this-

[kikis-writing-world]

Espresso

Or: She needed to come back down to earth

Chrissy Cunningham has tickets to see her favorite pop star perform. It's a concert she'll never, ever forget.

Past Eddie/Chrissy, current female Pop Star!Reader/Rockstar!Eddie

*In the 3rd person, can also be read as an OC

Word Count: 3k

Rating/Warnings: Reader is female presenting and performed Espresso originally by Sabrina Carpenter, and I describe her as moving and posing, but possibly with the aid of dansers? - blank slate otherwise. No Upside Down. Could be read either canon!AU (mid 90s or so as they're adults now) or modern!AU. If I missed anything AU wise or blankslate!reader wise, please let me know kindly <3 I'm only human.

This work is rated PG but this blog is always 18+

A/N: The song got me, what can I say? Somewhere in my head Espresso mixed with Sk8er Boy by Avril Lavigne and here's what you get. A little fic to whet your appetite. Not edited, not betaed, written in about 1.5 hours while also at work- but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

divider by @saradika-graphics

“Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

Chrissy giggled as she sang along to the track floating from the state of the art boombox on her dresser. Her best friends, Cindy and Linda, danced around the bedroom with her, feeling like teens again as they got ready for the concert that evening.

“I can’t get enough of this song,” Linda gushed as she leaned close to the mirror above Chrissy’s vanity. She stopped singing along with the other girls long enough to apply her shiny lip gloss to perfection.

“She’s the best.” Chrissy agreed, turning the volume up even farther, hitting the threshold as the boombox reached max volume.

“Can I borrow this?” Cindy asked, picking up one of Chrissy’s eyeshadow palettes.

“Of course,” Chrissy agreed without thought, only to pause. “Wait- as long as you use that pink,” Chrissy amended, pointing to the neon hue. “Because it’s perfect with your outfit.”

The girls all laughed as they agreed on it being the perfect shade.

“How did you even get these tickets, it’s been sold out for months?” Linda asked, turning away from the mirror, bopping in place to the music.

“Daddy has a client whose son’s fiance got mono on her bachelorette vacation, so they canceled the wedding. They sold her tickets to afford the cancellation fees.” Chrissy explained as she compared two necklaces against her outfit. The girls cringed in sympathy, but the mood was quickly uplifted as they all tuned back into the music, forgetting the unknown couple’s problems. The tornado of excitement and glitter moved through the room until suddenly the girls all stopped what they were doing to sing along in tandem.

“I'm working late 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped around my finger

The three faced each other as they sang, sharing the moment as they each performed their hearts out as if they were the one performing on stage tonight. The three danced, twirling their hips and waving their arms the way they did as teens, trying to get all the boys’ attention. Not the three grown adults they were, with homes, partners and responsibilities. It was freeing to feel so young again.

“My twisted humor, make him laugh so often My honey bee, come and get this pollen-

The three all shrieked with laughter as they reached the end of the verse, laughing at each other’s lewd dance moves in camaraderie.

“Oh shit, is that the time?!” Cindy gasped, cutting off the raucous laughter. The other two girls turned to the clock Cindy was staring at, noticing time did indeed fly when you were having this much fun. If they didn’t finish getting ready soon, they would be late and then have a hard time finding a good spot to watch the show from.

“Shit!” Chrissy cursed, barely audible over the blasting music. She jogged over to the boombox, turning it down a few notches to a more reasonable volume.

All three women snapped back to task, perfecting their make-up and concert looks. It wasn’t long before they were running out the door and into Chrissy’s powder blue Beamer. Chrissy hadn’t even backed out of the driveway before Linda had the car stereo blasting the album, right where they had left off in the house. The three women sped down the highway, singing along to the tracks they would soon be hearing live.

Chrissy was sure her perfectly coiffed hair was falling and frizzing up, her carefully applied make-up turned into colourful smudges across her cheeks, the boots styled to match her outfit splattered with dirt and mud - but she couldn’t care less. She was having the time of her life at the concert. The singing was amazing, even better than the album. The dancing, the choreography - the hunky dancers. She was having the best time, dancing and singing along with Cindy and Linda.

“This is AMAZING!” Linda shrieked as the song ended. Chrissy clapped and cheered while Cindy jumped up and down.

“Alright, alright,” the woman on stage spoke, waving off everyone still cheering after the last number she performed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath from the singing and dancing, skin glistening with sweat under the stage lights. Her hair hadn’t fallen and her make-up hadn’t budged. Chrissy watched her in awe, quieting her own thrilled cheers to hear what her favorite artist had to say next.

“Oh my god, Indiana, you guys are crazy!” She laughed, waiting for the crowd to die down. Unfortunately, the comment made them cheer in agreement. Chrissy and her friends jumped up and down, cheering along.

The performer on stage dropped the microphone to her side as she laughed again at the crowd’s reaction. She looked off stage and made a little shrugging motion, a smile on her face all the while. Chrissy couldn’t see who she was looking at from her angle - someone on her team, her manager, someone running the equipment; she wasn’t sure. She kept looking between the crowd and the wing of the stage until they quieted enough for her to speak once more.

“See I have a friend,” the singer started, roaming the stage with ease. Her presence filled the large space as the crowd - Chrissy, Linda and Cindy included - took in each word with bated breath. A field full of fans waiting to see what she would say or do next. “A very good friend, you might say.” The singer admitted with a sly smirk.

The crowd exploded - some cheers, some boos of disappointed fans.

“Did you know she was seeing anybody?!” Linda gasped.

“I hadn’t seen anything in The Enquirer!” Cindy shook her head, flailing her hands as if trying to fan herself. “Oh my god, who do you think it is?”

“It could be anyone,” Linda started, only to be interrupted by Chrissy.

“Maybe Leo!” She laughed, joking while all the while loving the idea that her favorite pop star might be dating her favorite hunk of an actor. Linda and Cindy agreed by way of shrieking and jumping with excitement. Chrissy joined in immediately.

“See, my very special friend is from right here in Indiana!” the star continued over the mic, halting the girls’ theorizing. They quieted down, Linda blindly grabbing for Chrissy and Cindy’s hands as she never took her eyes off the stage. No one wanted to miss a hint on who the mystery “friend” was. “He told me that you guys… Well, he doesn’t seem to like his home state very much.” The star fake pouted as the rapt audience booed. She looked off stage, pointing her exaggerated pout that way. 

“Oh my god, is he here? Who is it?” Cindy nearly fell over, trying to lean over far enough to see backstage.

“I can’t see from here!” Chrissy huffed, craning her neck to get a better look. It was no use, they were too far to the same side to see into the wings.

“I know! What a meanie!” The singer laughed joyfully into the microphone. “I tell him he’s a big meanie all the time, but he doesn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

A dull laugh rolled through the crowd and the performer gave it a moment to breathe before continuing with her story. “I think you were all a bit mean to him too once, but maybe one day you’ll forgive each other.” She tutted. The crowd cheered their agreement - anything to make their idol happy. The reaction made the singer beam brightly, glancing over her shoulder yet again.

“This next song… I wrote it for him, and-”

The crowd cheered and awed, interrupting her briefly. She shot a wink offstage before rolling through the crowd’s roar.

“I wrote this for him, and right here in front of everyone he says he hates, I’m dedicating it to him! Let’s show him some love!” She yelled over the mic, the crowd growing louder as it fed off her excitement.

There was a short beat of silence before the opening notes to Espresso started, making the crowd go wild once more as the smash hit song started.

Chrissy, Cindy and Linda all screamed along with the crowd, jumping with excitement despite their sore, aching feet after dancing all night. Chrissy pulled her camera out of her fanny pack, snapping pics as the song started. The singer smiled and danced to the opening notes, waiting for her cue to start singing. The dancers around her grooved along with her, waiting for the choreography to start.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso-

The trio of women sang along at the top of their lungs, as loud as their already sore throats would allow. Chrissy couldn’t be bothered to care that she likely wouldn’t have a voice tomorrow, it was worth it to sing along.

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya Walked in and dream came trued it for ya Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya I know I Mountain Dew it for ya That morning coffee, brewed it for ya One touch and I brand newed it for ya

The singer and her group of dancers made their way towards their side of the stage, the crowd around them cheering for her as she approached. The three girls got their cameras ready as they snapped pictures of their favorite singer performing their favorite song just a dozen feet away from them. The male dancers fawned over her as the female dancers backed her up, dancing with her.

"Now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh Is it that sweet? I guess so Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso Move it up, down, left, right, oh Switch it up like Nintendo Say you can't sleep, baby, I know That's that me, espresso

The singer moved back across the stage, doing her best to perform to all sides, giving each fan in the crowd a chance to see her and her dancers. She had been doing it the whole show, but the crowd predictably was even more lively for her big, hit single.

All too soon, the song ended with everyone on stage hitting a final pose. The singer was center stage, looking upwards towards the stage lights as the dancers posed around her. Cameras flashed through the people as everyone took their chance to get a decent shot as everyone stood still aside from their heaving chests as they caught their breath.

Chrissy, Linda and Cindy followed suit, cheering and taking pictures between their jumping and flailing. Chrissy was lifting her camera for her fourth or fifth photo of the pose - she lost count - when Linda grabbed her arm and her attention.

“Look!!!” Linda screamed as others in the crowd started reacting too. A tall, lanky figure had emerged from the wing, sauntering proudly towards the singer at center stage. He wore dark coloured jeans and a black t-shirt. His face wasn’t visible past the mop of inky curls when they first caught sight of him, but Chrissy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach at the silhouette. It was too familiar, a memory of her past, but surely it wasn’t-

More people from the crowd started screaming as the man crossed the stage. The singer finally dropped the pose, lowering her eyes to look at the crowd. She was smiling, face flushed from performing, but she soon noticed the crowd looking to the side.

Chrissy heard a man behind her, arguing with his girlfriend, the conversation fading in and out of the ruckus around her. “... -ed Coffin… telling you that’s him… think I know what “Shredder” Ed-…”

The pop star on stage looked surprised to see the man at first, but by the time he pushed through the cluster of back-up dancers around her, she was smiling up at him. The smile was brighter than any she’d given the audience on stage that night, a smile that shone in her eyes in a totally different way than performing on stage made them shine. The pop star started to speak, the microphone still held to her side not picking up any of the words. She didn’t say much before the man interrupted her, cupping the back of her head and dipping down to kiss her.

The crowd cheered through the passionate kiss. The back-up dancers around her reacted with joy and surprise at the public display of affection, some gasping while others applauded or laughed. 

The man pulled the woman to him, holding her like he might be able to absorb her into himself in front of everyone. The singer didn’t fight, but she was obviously caught off guard at first. It barely took a moment for her to drop the microphone, a loud thunking noise booming from the speakers as it clattered to the stage. Her arms wrapped around the man, returning his embrace as she kissed him back. The sound of camera shutters nearly drowned out the voices of the crowd as everyone rushed to take pictures of the pop star and her apparent boyfriend - some to brag to their friends, some to try to sell as the first appearance of the world’s newest celebrity couple.

Chrissy stayed frozen, camera to her side as she watched who she was sure was her high school ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, having a heavy makeout session on stage with her favorite pop star.

“Wait, is that…” Cindy asked, starting to also recognize the man who had yet to turn his face their way. Cindy looked at Chrissy, her frozen reaction being all the answer she needed. Cindy prodded Linda, trying to get her to smarten up to what was happening to their friend.

The couple on stage finally parted, catching their breath as they only had eyes for each other. The pop star looked up at her man like he was the only person in the whole state, let alone in a crowd of hundreds. The man’s hand, covered with large silver rings, cupped her cheek gently. From where she stood, Chrissy could see his thumb caress her cheek. Despite the warm summer day, Chrissy shivered as she felt a ghost of a touch, a memory, across her own cheek.

The man leaned in, speaking directly into the singer’s ear for a few seconds. She let go a second later as he released her, bending down to pick up the microphone that was left abandoned on the stage. The man turned towards the crowd, finally showing his face to the entire audience. Some cheered as they recognized the lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, while others who didn’t listen to heavy music waited for a clue to who the man was.

“Is that Eddie?!” Linda gaped, looking up at the man who was once the boy dating her friend.

He was older now than he was then, obviously. His mop of curls were still present, if possible better cared for. He had inky tattoos up and down his visible arms and some high on his neck, coming out of the collar of his Metallica shirt. He’d grown a short goatee, but the dimple in his cheek was still visible as he addressed the crowd. He looked… Great was probably not a strong enough word for how good Eddie Munson looked.

“Your Ex? Like, Eddie Mu-oof” Linda continued until Cindy elbowed her harshly in the side. Linda finally noticed the pale, frozen expression on Chrissy’s face. “Oh.” She mumbled lamely.

“Who's a freak now, Indiana?” Eddie growled into the microphone, his voice raspier than Chrissy remembered it- age, constant performing and steady smoking had settled into his vocal chords in an appealing way. It reminded Chrissy how he used to sound after a show at The Hideout, voice rough from a night of screaming into the mic. 

Eddie tossed the microphone to a nearby dancer, not bothering to check if the unsuspecting man caught it (he did, barely) as he stuck his tongue out, devil horns atop his head. Just like that, Chrissy could see the boy underneath the age, tattoos and facial hair. The 18 year old who couldn’t promise her the world, but promised everything in his world, only for her to break his heart a year and some months later. Out of everyone there, Chrissy looked up and saw no one but Hawkins’ freak with a heart of gold Eddie Munson, but she realized Shredder Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin didn’t even know she was there. She hadn’t even realized he’d gotten signed, or the band was famous- when had that happened?

Eddie turned, planting another passionate, borderline messy kiss on the pop star's laughing lips. The crowd erupted in another set of cheers, harshly pulling Chrissy back to real life.

Eddie ended the kiss, resting his forehead against the singer’s. The two’s lips were moving through their wide smiles. Chrissy could only imagine the sweet nothings being exchanged. Once upon a time, in a different life, in a quiet trailer park, those sweet nothings had been reserved just for her.

Eddie patted the star on the ass before releasing her from his arms. She laughed as he jogged back to his spot in the wings, hand over her mouth like she couldn’t believe the kiss they’d just shared. Eddie didn’t bother to acknowledge the crowd as he left, no wave goodbye or lude gestures. Before he disappeared from view, he turned to blow a kiss in her direction.

Red faced but smiling gleefully, the starlet pretended to catch it, placing it on her cheek. She stared after him even once he was out of view, only remembering herself when the dancer handed her the microphone.

“Oh, um…” She stumbled her words into the mic, giggling bashfully. She lowered the mic and took a deep breath, physically shaking her limbs. “I was expecting that even less than the rest of you.” She joked once she brought the mic back up to her smudged lips. “Let’s, uh… Let’s move on with the show?” She laughed, unsure how else to move forward with the setlist. The crowd cheered their agreement as she nodded to all her dancers and musicians to get ready to start back up.

“Should we leave?” Cindy asked quietly. Linda stared at Chrissy, waiting for her response.

It was definitely a concert she’d never, ever forget.

[cxrsed-angel]

as best friends do| eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: drugs (weed), mentions of smut (but no actual smut yet my blog is 18+ but i’m just reiterating this 18+ only MDNI, (both eddie and reader are in theirs twenties)

A/N: i know i promised joel taking care of drunk!reader but this came out when i trying to get through writers block so i hope you enjoy this not proofread fic that i wrote in one sitting. (also ive never been high so sorry if some things aren’t accurate

gif credits:@/ lukepattrsns

"wanna make an adult movie” you blink slowly trying to understand what eddie has just asked you

you imagined a gory, violent horror movie with fake blood and everything. Which would be fun to do, he was extremely creative so youre sure he would have a good script.

“like m-rated horror film or like a porno” it’s quiet as you wait for eddie to answer the air thick, the ocean documentary is the only thing keeping it from being dead silent. eddie takes another hit of the joint before passing it to, he exhales slowly before answering.

“a porno” you turn and face him not knowing if he was joking but the look on his face was serious.

suddenly the room felt thick and hot and the shorts you have on feel too short, your face feels hotter and swear you’re hearts beating so loud he could heart it.

“okay i think that’s enough weed.” you stand up from the couch needed to get water and create some distance between you and eddie after what he just said.

“oh come on you haven’t thought about it before” he leans back against the coach nonchalantly like he wasn’t asking you to flim a sex tape.

you shake your head laughing, you couldn’t believe you were having this conversation you’ve known eddie for almost 4 years yet he still manage to surprise you.

“no eddie i haven’t thought about filming porn with my best friend.” you couldn’t believe him.

you watch him get up from the couch and make his way to the kitchen and leans over the counter.

“what about when you were sucking my cock in the back of the van a few weeks ago.” you open your mouth to argue but he doesn’t give you a chance.

“oh before that when i was fucking you in the bathroom after my gig hmm?”

“well um still that’s different—” you stutter as he cuts you off again as he approaches where you’re standing.

“what about when you got that new skirt the other day and let me fuck you in was it because you looked to pretty in it i couldn’t resist was that different too?"

he steps closer to you trapping you between the counter your leaning against and his body, he moves a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face, you don’t know why you were so nervous what the fuck was that weed you smoked, he stares into your eyes for a few minutes waiting for you say something but you stayed silent your brain unable to argue only think the times he mentioned and all the times that he didn’t mention.

but suddenly he backs away, “but i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable so just forgot i mention okay sweetheart” he smirks and takes your water and sits back on the couch and puts on a movie.

he knew you, he knew the affect he had on you and that you wouldn’t forget it, it had started out as a one time thing, you were both virgins and wanted to get it over with, you both promised to not make it weird after just friends helping each other out, but that one time had turned into basically an unspoken best friends with benefits situation.

you roll your eyes at how he know how to mess you with you, you sit back on the couch next to him and watch the movie. but you were still thinking about what he said.

“your not just asking cause you’re high right.” eddie takes his eyes off the movie and looks at you.

“no no been thinking about for while actually the weed just made me less nervous to finally ask.” he pauses reading your face “but like i said don’t worry about okay.” he places a hand on your knees rubbing it reassuringly and he turns back to the movie.

“i didn’t say no” but that has his attention back on you.

“oh so you’re saying yes.” you see the smile starting to form.

“not necessarily, do you have a shitty plot line?” you ask not really wanting to play a sexy nurse or something.

he frowns shaking his head “no no just me and you like usual just happens to be a camera” you open your mouth but he’s seems to know what you were gonna say.

“steve has a camera he said i could borrow even comes with a stand” you raise your eyebrows at how much thought he has put into this.

“and harringtons okay with us using his camera for porn.” eddie scoots and places an arm around the back of the couch and pulling you into close.

“well don’t get cum on the camera and he wouldn’t even know right, and you’re not a squirter—well that one time—“ you shove him away lightly before he continue.

“oh my god you said you wouldn’t talk about that time” he laughs and pulls you back into him.

“i’m sorry babe but it’s was so hot and you’re face after was so cute you were so embarrassed and shy“ he continues to teasing but makes up for by kissing your cheek, like best friends do right?

you roll your eyes and scrunch up your face pretending to be disgusted, which only makes him kiss you more placing kisses all around your face.

“Eddieee stoppp!”’ you beg in between giggles.

he stops for a second looking between your eyes and your lips before aggressively placing his lips on yours you’re surprised but you quickly melt against the familiar feeling closing your eyes and embracing the kiss, his hand move you off your sit on the couch into his lap, resting on your ass and squeezing it every now and then, you run your hands through his hair in the back lightly tugging it, you continue like this until you both can’t breathe.

he looks at you with his brown eyes blown with lust “so that’s a yes” you nod more quickly than you intended.

“yea it’s a yes— so are we like um gonna do it now” you ask as you start feeling yourself getting wetter and more turned on.

he lets out a small laugh “i don’t have the camera now sweetheart but i’m glad you’re excited i’ll ask steve about later this week ok?” his hands slowly rub up and down your back as you nod.

“okay” he catches the slight disappointment you were trying to hide.

“hey that’s doesn’t mean we can’t practice right.” he suggests before kissing your neck occasionally sucking on it knowing it would leave a mark.

you nod as you get up from his lap, grabbing his hand and leading him to his room, to “practice” for filming a sex tap, you know as best friends do.

[tlou-reid]

white lace ✰ steve harrington

warnings ✰ smut, fluff, established relationship, lingerie, big dick!steve

summary ✰ as you expected, date night with steve turns into your first time with him

notes ✰ hi! this is my first smut pls be nice <3 also send requests pls!

“alright so i’ll pick you up, we’ll go get burgers and shakes at the diner, and then go back to my place?” steve confirms your plans, running through them a final time. you answer with a nod, unable to hide the smile he always puts on your face.

“and this is the one you want?” he holds up the movie you picked out, you confirm with a nod. “you’re sure?” you nod again, your smile slightly widening at his teasing. “you’re sure you’re sure?”

“yes, steve!” you exasperate with a grin. god he makes you so happy. “alright, see you later.” he leans across the family video counter to press a short, sweet kiss to your lips. you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, basking in the warmth. you give him a wave as you leave the store.

you and steve hadn’t been together that long. it’s been a little over two months since robin had pulled you from band rehearsal to meet the man you’d heard so much about. your jaw had slightly dropped when you saw his BMW; robin never told you he was rich. robin hadn’t revealed her sexuality to you yet, so it was mind boggling to you how she swore they weren’t together, but you were not complaining. he had flirted with you right off the bat, albeit stumbling over his words. you quickly fell into his trap, falling deeper and deeper in love with him everyday.

as you walked home, you thought of all the things you needed to do. you weren’t completely sure, but you were pretty sure you and steve were going to have sex tonight. it would be your first time together and you know he is far more experienced than you. you weren’t a virgin, thanks to the six month relationship you had with one of the boys in band during your sophomore year. however, you hadn’t had much sex. and you’d have significantly less good sex.

in order to compensate for your lack of experience, you at least wanted to look good. you had stopped by one of the adult stores a little farther down the road than family video was. you wanted something sexy, obviously, but you still wanted to feel like you. you ended on a white set, with little pops of frill and lace. it was cute, and you could probably wear the pieces underneath clothes without it being uncomfortable. you wanted to shave and moisturize so your skin would be nice when touched you. you did a little makeup and styled your hair in a way that was cute but suitable for movie night.

you had started to relax when you heard tapping on your door. you knew it was steve, his shift had ended 26 minutes ago. with the time it took to check out the movie you’d picked out, he had left right from work. “hi,” he smiled with a big grin as you pulled the door open, “ready?”

you nodded excitedly, grabbing your bag off the table next to the door and heading out. you were surprised how natural everything felt. you didn’t get shy or embarrassed to eat around him. you laughed when he threw fries into your shake. it was genuinely a nice time.

until you were climbing back into the car after leaving the diner. the nerves started to settle in as you creeped closer to his (very large) house. he must’ve noticed the way you picked at your cuticles, asking a simple “you good?” to which you only responded with a nod.

“did you want me to make popcorn now?” he asked after setting up the movie and gathering blankets to the couch. “of course, we can’t not have popcorn” you insisted. he raised his hand in defense and went to make popcorn. you couldn’t help but smile at his actions. once he settled into the couch, propping the popcorn bowl in the small space in between your and his thigh, he started the movie. within the first 45 minutes, you guys had finished the bowl and it was moved to the table.

you swore you were calm. there was no awkward tension, you were simply enjoying a movie with your boyfriend. so calm. so cool. so collected.

until his hand made its way to your thigh.

there was nothing inherently sexual about it, just a man resting his hand on his girlfriend’s thigh. it happened to people all of the time. was an everyday occurrence for a lot of people. but you knew the weight it helped.

and when his hand started gently rubbing on it, you were the farthest away from calm you’d been in your whole entire life. you were still questioning if this was his attempt at making a sexual advance. his hand was rubbing along your thigh, but his eyes were very trained on the movie in front of you two. you were questioning your every move, but it seemed as though your body was moving for you. you leaned closer to him, which naturally made his hand closer, now resting on your inner thigh. your eyes were trained on his face, so you definitely noticed when he looked over at you. it was quick, but you noticed and you knew he noticed that you noticed.

“you’re not even watching the movie,” he laughed out, pointing to the screen with his other hand. “i did a lot of hard work to get this specific one for you and you’re not even watching it.” he was teasing. there was no hard work involved. you knew you could’ve easily hit him with a quip about how easy his life was, but you were nervous, so you just kept looking at him. he noticed your lack of a smart reply and turned to give you his full attention. just like in the car, he asked, “you good?”

“are we going to have sex tonight?” you rushed out, not even meaning to. your nerves had now taken over all of your thoughts. steve paused the movie, shifting his body to face you. he had a small blush spreading across his cheek, “i mean, do you want to?” he asked, but with a hesitation to his voice. he knew it was a possibility, but he didn’t plan for it. he wasn’t sure about your comfort level with sex and such, so he wanted you to be in control and initiate it.

“honestly,” you started with a breath of relief, “i’m not sure.” for some reason, steve now found this quite amusing. “what do you mean?” he asked with a chuckle.

“i mean, i’m ready for it. physically and emotionally. but i’m also so nervous. i really like you, steve. i don’t want anything to mess it up.” you confessed. steve smiled, and say anything. he leaned forward to press his lips to yours. he started lightly, not wanting to scare you away. but when you kissed him harder, and pulled him closer, he enjoy for just a few seconds, before pulling away. “you’re really not going to mess anything, i promise. i really like you too.”

with that, his lips were back on yours. it was almost intoxicating the way his lips felt on yours. it was hard, it was messy, it was passionate. he pushed you back so you were laying on the couch, trapped in between his arm that was resting on his elbows next to your head, and the side of the couch. his other hand traced down the side of your body, before he moved it back to the inner part of your thigh. “if you want me to stop, just say it,” he instructed.

“no, please,” you begged without when meaning to, “i don’t want you to stop.” your lips raced back to meet his. his hand moved up, rubbing your clothed core. “can we take these off?” he asked with a hint of desperation. you quickly nodded. your hands accidentally swatted his as you both reached for your shorts. all of your nerves subsided when you heard his laugh at this. it was pure lust and excitement now. “i got it, baby.” he pushed your hands away and made quick of pulling your shorts down.

his fingers over your pussy felt heavenly, even with your underwear still in the way. “can i take this off?” you pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. he pulled away for just a second, to pull his shirt over his head. “your turn,” he said as he reached for the bottom of your shirt. once it was off, his eyes landed on your bra. “oh my god,” he whispered to himself at the sight of your lingerie. this brought a smile to your face, “i got it for you.” you informed him.

“god, woman, what am i going to do with you?” there was a hint of smugness in his voice as he complimented you. “you’re so beautiful.” his mouth moved to your neck, kissing down to your collarbone as his hands went back to their place, rubbing your pussy. you let out a few whimpers at his actions. it went on like this for a few more minutes before his hand moved from your pussy to the waist line of your underwear.

“you’ve soaked through these, let’s take ‘em off.” you lifted your hips for him to do so. when his fingers returned to their place, rubbing figure eights against your now uncovered clit, you swore you were in heaven. he stopped kissing your neck to watch your face as he slid his two of his long fingers into your hole. you could feel his dick jump at the way your face twisted up in pleasure. you left out a loud moan at the way his fingers pounded you perfectly. “c‘mon baby,” he encouraged as his thumb came back up to rub on your clit. within a few seconds, and with a loud drawl of his name, you came on his fingers.

“steve, please,” you begged once again. “please what?” he teased. “want you to fuck me.”

it was all you had to say to have him pulling his pants down his legs, his underwear coming with. your bra had long been pushed up over your boobs so his mouth could have access to them while he fingered you. but still, you took this time to pull take it off, so you were fully naked underneath him. “fuck,” steve said when he looked back at you, “you’re so fucking sexy.”

“do you have a condom?” you asked, wanting to make sure you two were engaging in safe sex. he reached to where he threw his pants next to the couch, pulling one out of his pocket. so he was planning on doing something with you tonight. the thought, somehow, turned you on even more.

he slipped the condom on and reached down to line his dick up with entrance and allowed his eyes to meet yours. he noticed how wide your pupils were due to your arousal. he c ontinued to watch your face as he pushed into you. you reached to put one of your hands on his chest, stilling his movements.

“‘s so big,” you said, indicating that you needed time to adjust. he granted you this, with a smirk spreading across his face. “i got’cha baby, adjust to my big dick.” he encouraged. in a few seconds you moved your hand so he could bottom out. “okay?” he asked. you nodded, unable to produce coherent words— or even thoughts—as he started to move. his strokes started small, allowing you to feel his pelvis bone rocking against your clit as he moved.

“steve,” you moaned out, “more.” he chuckled, before reaching both hands down to grab your hips. he used them to brace himself as he quicker his pace, hitting you deeper than you even thought was possible. you weren’t lying earlier, his dick was so big. this is probably why he could pull all those girls when he was in high school, you thought.

those thoughts were quickly pushed away, and your head was made relatively empty, when he moved his right hand to rub your clit as he fucked you hard and deep. both of your moans were getting louder, as he brought you closer to another orgasm. “you gonna come for me, huh? come on my cock this time?” he asked before letting out a soft moan.

you couldn’t even reply, as his words brought you to your high. “that’s it, baby,” he encouraged as you came around his cock. watching you pushed him over the edge, spilling into the condom with a “fuck, baby” coming out of his mouth. his body collapsed on yours, head burrowing into your neck. “was it good?” you asked, not exactly sure what to do next. your felt his hair tickle your jawline as he nodded a ‘yes’. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his back.

“i love you,” you spoke before pressing a kiss into the top of his head. he didn’t answer, but left a small kiss on your shoulder, and you knew he meant that he loved you too.

[honeysuckleharringtons]

just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one���one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @aftermidnightwriting @manuosorioh @esoltis280

[thursdaygxrls]

Helloooo (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠). Maybe ST 4 steve Harrington x femreader ? Where steve thinks he looks great flirting with reader but he gets embarrassed when he sees a robin camera recording (because robin was spying on them). Maybe a cute and fluffy ending between steve and reader???.

I know it doesn't make much sense but it seems kind of cute to me and I'm still in love with joe keery 😞💗

I love your beautiful writing. Have a nice night/day. Bay!💗

~🦕

stop because i loveeee this. i’m convinced this happened at some point or another canonically.

Fast Times at Family Video

summary — steve’s great a flirting. that is, until robin gets involved.

pairing — steve harrington x fem!reader

disclaimer — i do not own stranger things, the characters, or that gif.

warnings — steve harrington thinking he’s the shit

“So, you liked Fast Times?” He asked, strategically leaning against one of the shelves in the narrow aisle. From this angle, she could get a perfect view of his arms.

“Yeah,” she grinned at him, her fingers gently smoothing a patch of her shirt, “It was fun…and sort of stupid. A nice simple watch.”

“Have you seen The Breakfast Club?” He asks, an easy smile on his lips, “It’s a little less lighthearted as Fast Times, but I have a feeling you’ll like it.” He stood up from his relaxed position and bent down a bit, thumbing through the stack of VHS tapes under a shelf labeled ‘Teen Comedies.’ Eventually, he landed on the tape.

“Here you go,” he grinned, handing it to her.

“Rad, thanks,” she smiled back. When she took it from him, their fingers brushed, and the familiar ring of her nervous giggle sounded in his ears just like he hoped it would.

“Anything else you’re looking for?” He stretched as he spoke, his arms coming behind his back. The movement causes his shirt to stretch with him, and the unbuttoned collar of his polo shirt reveals a few of his scruffy chest hairs. She noticed, just like he knew she would.

“Uh, yeah—” Her eyes met his a bit sheepishly, “—I was thinking something scary.”

“Something scary?” Steve repeats, his smile widening, “Sure thing.” He leads her down the aisle and past a few customers scanning the shelves until he eventually lands in the horror section.

“Alright,” he begins, glancing up at down at the shelves, “You have your classics, of course: Psycho, The Exorcist. But, if you want something really scary—” He slips a VHS tape from the shelf, “—I’d go with this.”

The title reads Re-Animator. On the cover, there’s a man in a lab coat holding a syringe of neon liquid. In front of the man is a decapitated head on a pan, and behind him is the rest of the body, reaching out to grab him. She studies it with a smile on her face.

“What do you think?” He asks, waiting for her reaction. He’s impatient, almost nervous. It’s just a movie recommendation, but he so badly wants her to like it.

“Looks scary.” She nods, looking back to him. A wide grin breaks out on his face at that. It’s the perfect opening. Once again, he leans against the shelf, his eyes taking her in with a calculated calmness.

“Y’know, if it seems too scary, I could always watch it with you,” he says nonchalantly, “I have a pretty nice setup at my place, too. Speakers—”

He freezes when he hears a familiar raspy laugh. Though she tries to stifle it, when Steve’s eyes meet the end of a camcorder lens that’s poking through the horror shelf, Robin knows she’s been caught.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims, shoving his hand towards the camera, “What the hell?”

“I wasn’t doing anything,” she protests, though, she can’t help but let another laugh slip, “I just wanted to make sure you were properly helping one of our customers.”

“Were you spying?” His eyes widen even further, and he feels himself flush at the thought.

“I wouldn’t call it spying,” Robin shakes her head, “More like…employee analysis.”

Steve lets out a groan, and when he turns away from Robin and back to the girl he’d been talking with, she’s miraculously still there. She looks a bit nervous, but she also can’t contain the small smile on her lips.

“Hey, Robin.” She waves through the shelf where Robin’s face has replaced the camcorder lens.

“Hey,” Robin replies happily, taking in the VHS tapes in her hand, “Breakfast Club? Haven’t you rented that one like ten times already?”

At this, it’s her turn to be embarrassed. Her eyes widen at Robin’s words, and she spares a quick glance at Steve. Though his cheeks are still dusted a light pink, he looks confused. Her attention quickly switches back to Robin.

“Yeah,” she says softly, “Um, I guess I have.”

“Still a good choice,” Robin gives her a knowing smile, “Well, I gotta motor. I’m gonna go rewatch everything I just recorded. Steve, keep showing off that chest hair for me.”

Before Steve could even think of a reply, Robin is off, scampering down the aisle. He lets out another groan, wiping his face with his hands. His eyes peek out between his fingers.

“You’ve seen Breakfast Club?” He asks, looking at her.

“A couple times,” she responds.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” His brows furrow at her admission, “I could’ve found something you haven’t seen before.”

“Well,” she lets out one of those nervous giggles that’s just music to his ears, “You seemed pretty excited about it. And I don’t mind watching it again.”

Steve looks at her, and all of his cockiness evaporates. For the last few weeks, every time he’d seen her enter the store, he’d been able to put up a flirty front, to make her laugh and smile. But now, he can’t help but feel downright nervous.

“Oh?” He tilts his head at her words, though, he’s regained none of his swagger.

“Yeah,” she responds, “It gave me an excuse to look at your smile.”

He cracks a grin at that, both flattered and flustered. It was easy for him to put on the ‘pretty boy’ act, to talk to girls, to be confident. But at her words, he melts a bit.

“I could’ve just smiled at you anyway,” he shrugs, the wide grin still on his lips.

“I guess you could’ve,” she laughs, “But, I already have the tape. And I wouldn’t mind rewatching it with company.”

“With company?” He repeats, and his grin turns into a downright goofy smile.

“Totally,” she nods, “And, like you said, Re-Animator seems pretty scary. I’d hate to watch it alone.”

“It is pretty scary,” he chuckles.

“If we’re gonna be watching these together, does that mean I get your discount?” She asks, a smile on her lips.

“Is that all you’re interested in? A discount?” He jokes. He’s unable to contain his excitement as he watches her.

“No, but it’s a perk.” She let’s out a soft laugh and grins.

“Well, then,” he says, gently taking the tapes from her hands, “How does Saturday sound?”

“Saturday sounds great,” she replies.

“Sounds great for me to!” Robin interjects, passing by the two with a cart of movies labeled ‘To Be Returned.’

“Robin!” Steve exclaims once more, huffing at the interruption. With a sigh, he turns back to the girl before him and smiles.

“I’ll go ring these up,” he grins, “They’re on me.”

After a moment of shy goodbyes, he returns to the counter and logs the tapes under his account. Free movies were a part of the job, so why not use it? He couldn’t stop smiling as he slipped the tapes under the counter, making sure to take them home when his shift ended.

“Are you abusing company policy?” Robin gasps out dramatically, sliding by him on the ‘To Be Returned’ cart. He shoots her a glare, and she puts her hands up defensively.

“Hey, big man, I come in peace,” she says as she reaches into her pocket, producing a scrap of paper, “Your girl had to go, but asked me to give you this.”

Steve takes it from her hands, eyeing her suspiciously. Though she’s technically not ‘his girl’ yet, he makes no attempt at correcting Robin. He unfolds the paper and smiles when he looks down at it. In rushed handwriting, there’s a number scrawled across the page and a note written underneath:

Page me about Saturday? :)

a/n — i haven’t written for stranger things in forever, i hope this is good, but i literally have no clue. i really loved this request, keep ‘em coming!! also, if you’d like to be added to my stranger things taglist or any other taglist of mine, you can the form attached to my page navigation post (it’s pinned).

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Can you write a little Drabble for how Steve would react when you walk down the aisle to him on your wedding day? Who gives you away? Who is his best man? Does he have his own speech prepared?

Who walks you down the aisle? Dustin does! He WANTED to be the best man. I mean it is Dustin! But sadly that role was taken but Dustin is like your brother, hell more like your son if you're being honest, and he was honored to be the one to give you away

So who is the best man?....Robin, of course! They were drugged together, she is the reason he has a job, and she is the reason he got the courage to ask you out, do yeah. She's the best man.

However, this means she couldn't be your maid of honor so that role was given to El and max, they shared the title and had so much fun with it. They went perfect with Lucas and Mike being Steve's groomsmen.

Nancy and Steve may have history, but she was so excited for you two, and she instantly started to help with the planning. We all know that this woman has power and always knows how to get her way, so she makes everything you've dreamed of happen.

Seeing you walk down the aisle will forever be a memory Steve holds close to him. He swears you were a true piece of heaven. You made him wait to see your dress, and at the time, he was so upset, but in that moment, he was so thankful that you made him wait.

He is honored that you chose him. Out of everyone, you picked him, and he'll never get over it. He cries hard-core when you're walking to him and when he is saying his vows. But somehow, when you start to say your vows, he cries even harder. He has a hard time expecting love, and he never believes the many affirmations that come his way, but hearing you declare your love in front of your friends, your family, he knows it must be the truth and his heart just can't handle it.

He always knew he wanted to marry. He dreamt of being a husband and a father, but the day he met you, he was ready to marry you right then and there and he is forever grateful that you felt the same.

Tagging: @emmyshortcake @screammunson @steddieandstonathansprincess @zestychili @eiightysixbaby @tiannasfanfic @lofaewrites @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @bloodthirstybreedingbunny

[wonderstruks]

I Hate You Eddie Munson

EDDIE MUNSON X FEM! READER

WARNINGS: CURSING, MENTIONS OF HOOKING UP, MINOR VIOLENCE

SUMMARY: The reader is sure she hates Eddie Munson but when he drunkenly comes to her house her feelings start to shift.

•I DO NOT GIVE ANY PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BY COPIED ONTO OTHER SITES

Eddie Munson.

I feel sorry for any girl who dates him.

Eddie has earned himself a reputation as the freak Satanist at school and the no – good player bad boy at the trailer park.

Every night I watched people come and go from his trailer as they pleased, all hours of the night.

It disgusted me, it irritated me, and honestly, it pissed me off.

Believe it or not, me and Eddie used to be friends.

The best of friends actually, but one day he decided it wasn't worth it, and he decided to throw it all away.

It hurt for a while, dealing with the pain of losing my best friend, and it didn't help we were practically neighbors.

Only three houses down from me was the one person I wanted the most, but he didn't care for me.

He replaced our friendship with drugs and any pussy he could manage to score.

After everything I decided not to let Eddie destroy me, I picked up all the broken pieces and built myself back up again.

Losing Eddie made me see myself in a new light.

The girl I was wasn't who I wanted to be, I had to make a change, so I became the girl I only dreamed of being.

I traded my books for pom poms and my pants for skirts.

I became everything Eddie hated. But for me, I felt like I finally belonged somewhere.

Being a cheerleader I finally felted noticed, I felt like I found who I was meant to be.

Cheer also led me to Chrissy.

My new best friend.

She was like an angel in my darkest hours . She helped me find myself and watched me shine.

“You coming to Jason's Halloween party?” Chrissy asked as I shut my locker.

“Cant.”

“What, why!” She whined.

I laughed at her.

“Yeah I totally want to watch Jason and the rest of the basketball team get wasted and make stupid fart jokes.”

“Exactly! That's why I need you there to make it a little enjoyable.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You know you don't have to spend every second with him, right? You can stay home and pass out candy to trick or treaters.”

“But he's my boyfriend, even if his fart jokes are dumb I still love him and want to hang with him.”

“Youre a good girlfriend Chrissy, but I'm still not going.”

She groaned and stomped her foot.

“Fine but you owe me lunch then.”

I smiled.

“If that's what it takes for you to drop it, sure.”

She grabbed my hand and brought me to the cafeteria.

We sat in our usual seats, not to interrupt Jason as he was already on one of his heartfelt speeches.

It was strange to watch all the jocks hung to his every word, it almost reminded me of Eddie.

Both boys would go on these tirades, and each time people were glued to their every word.

Soon, Jason's speech was interrupted as he made eye contact with someone across the room.

“Freaks like him shouldn't be allowed in this school.”

I looked over to see what Jason was talking about.

It was the man himself, Eddie.

“We don't need filth like him here, I wonder how you were even friends with him (y/n).”

All eyes at the table turned to me.

No one asked me about Eddie besides Chrissy.

I was at a lost for words, but I knew i couldn't say nothing, not with all these judging eyes.

“I don't know, but I'm glad I opened my eyes and saw what a freak he is.”

My comment made Jason smile, almost like he approved of it.

Although it made the table happy I felt immense guilt from my words.

I hated Eddie for what he did.

He disgusts me and makes me angry.

But why did it hurt to talk about bad him?

I stayed quiet for the rest of lunch, wondering why I felt a pain in my heart talking bad about the boy I hated the most.

________

“Happy Halloween.”

I said, closing my trailer door after giving some kids some candy.

I sent the bowl by the door and went back to the living room, basically throwing myself back on the couch and kicked my feet up on the coffee table.

It felt good to finally have a night to myself. No cheer practice, no parents, and no homework.

I finally got to relax and be as lazy as I wanted.

A random black and white horror film was on the TV, and I watched it as I snacked on some popcorn.

It was so peaceful.

But that peace was finally interrupted as the doorbell went off.

More trick or treaters, I thought.

I got up with a smile on my face, ready to greet some cutely dressed up kids.

I opened the door, but my smile fell.

“Hey (y/n).”

Eddie Munson.

I shut the door in his face, but that didn't stop him from knocking.

“(Y/n) please!” I heard him muffle from the door.

What could he possibly want?

In anger I opened the door to tell him off, but one look in his eyes and every nasty word I intended to say disappeared.

"(Y/n)!” He smiled.

“What.” I spat angrily.

He didn't say a word, he just pushed past me.

“Excuse me, you can't just barge into my house!

He laughed.

That's when I noticed his balance was off.

He was fucking drunk.

“Eddie Munson get out of my house!” I yelled.

He still ignored me and sat himself on my couch.

“Oh I love this movie.”

I stormed over to him.

“Get out.”

He finally looked up at me with a massive grin.

“Come here (y/n).” He patted a spot beside him.

“If I do, will you leave?”

“Sure.”

I sat down as far as possible from him.

“There now leave.”

“Not so fast (y/n) i gotta tell you something.”

“I don't want to hear it Munson you're drunk.”

“Maybe but I only have the courage to talk to you like this.”

My eyes softened at him.

He was scared to talk to me.

"I wanted to apologize. Sorry for leaving you as a friend. You were my favorite and I fucked up.”

I clenched my fists. He didn't get to do this, not now, not like this.

“Eddie stop.”

“I want your forgiveness (y/n), i didn't want to hurt you, but i just couldn't be your friend.”

“Youre not getting it. Leave Eddie please.”

In his drunken state, he ignored every word I said.

He wobbly scooted himself closer to me.

“I tried to find other outlets, but my mind always came back to you and when I realized my fuck-up you already moved on, although that hurt I did like seeing you in that little short skirt.”

I pushed myself further from him.

“I went to all those loser basketball games and I watched you. And god did you look good, but seeing you after with all those jocks made me realize I was always right, you deserved better than me, trailer trash Munson.”

My heart dropped, did he really think that about himself?

“Seeing you so happy made me also realize how much I missed you, which is why I came here to say sorry.”

I shook my head.

“No, you don't get to come here drunk and say you miss me. You hurt me Eddie, you left me with no reason and me hate myself. This whole time I thought it was me. I hate you Eddie I want you to leave, i don't want your sorries.”

I stood up and Eddie followed, I went to open the door and push him out, but he turned and pinned me against the wall.

“You know why I stopped being your friend, it because I was scared, I mean, look at you. I couldn't tell you I wanted you more as a friend, I couldn't tell you I loved you.”

My entire world stopped.

Eddie love me?

He hurt me because he loved me?

“No Munson, I'm not doing this. You are nothing but a pig, I will not be one of your hookups, I fucking hate you.”

I rustled around trying to break out of his grap.

“Youre not a hook-up you're the only girl I've ever loved.”

He placed his lips on mine, pulling me into a kiss.

Out of shock and anger I slapped him.

He immediately stooped and his eyes widened.

“Im sorry.” He quietly said.

He let go and stumbled back to the couch.

His head in his hands.

I was shocked.

How do I even process this?

How can I forgive him for what he did?

Most importantly, why did I feel sorry for him?

Why was I angry at the words I said?

I had every right to be mad to be angry, I had every right to hate him, but even when I used those words i didn't mean it.

The truth was Eddie hurt me and I thought I got over it, but i really just shoved it down.

Despite my nasty words, hearing him say he went to my games made my heart tighten, and to hear him say he loved me sent me over the moon.

After everything, he still cared.

The bastard still fucking cared.

Fuck it.

With a sigh, I made up my mind.

I walked back over to the couch and sat beside the sulking boy.

“I'm sorry.”

I received no reply.

I waved my hand in front of his face, only to realize he drunkenly passed out.

Shaking my head, I grabbed the blanket that was sitting on the arm of the chair and draped it around him.

“Goodnight Eddie.” I said before going to my room for the night.

________

The next morning, i didn't want to face Eddie.

Everything felt even more weird somehow, but I knew I had to talk to him.

When I left my bedroom I noticed Eddie was gone.

Part of me wished he stayed.

He must have left early sometime in the morning.

I sighed before getting dressed and making my way three trailers down.

Four knocks and the door opened.

“Hey.” A nervous boy answered.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

He moved out of the way, letting me in.

“Look last night I'm so sorry I was drunk and-.”

I cut him off.

“I hate you, Eddie munson."

The boy's eyes saddened but it was almost like he expected this.

“I hate what you did to me, I hate that you bring sluts here, I hate that you annoy me, I hate the way i don't hate youin fact, I hate that even stupidly drunk you made me miss you, made me forgive you, and I absolutely fucking hate the way I love you too.”

I look in his eyes to find his brown pools staring deep in mine.

I've thought I've changed, but one look in those doe eyes I realized I could never give up Eddie.

No matter how he hurts me, how far he pushes me, he will always be a drug that I will always crave.

Eddie replaced me, but I replaced him too.

I thought I belonged where I was, but I was wrong, dead wrong.

I belonged right here with Eddie.

“I hate you, Eddie Munson.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

He smiled and so did I.

I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a passionate kiss, which was greeted and returned lovingly.

[mistysimpingandspam]

argyle NSFW headcannons because why not 🍃💚

•i know everyone can says this but it’s true: ARGYLE. KNOWS. HOW. TO. EAT. PUSSY. i’m not even joking, your legs will literally be shaking and you’ll be cumming in minutes. he ADORES giving head!! your pleasure is his pleasure.

•he wants you to sit on his face. like seriously. it makes him stupid hard.

•literally one of the most giving lovers. he honestly doesn’t care if you give him head AT ALL. he just wants to eat you out and finger you for hours before he even begins to think about himself.

•speaking of fingering, argyle knows how to put those pizza-making hands to use. his fingers are nice and thick, and he can easily stretch you out with just two. he can and will make you squirt; it’s like your g-spot finds him. combine his fingers with his tongue while he’s baked and he’ll just keep going until you need to physically push him away because he’s so focused on pleasing you, and you often end up very overstimulated.

•HIGH SEX IS A MUST! both of you take turns passing blunts back and forth while you ride him. smoke a bowl with his head between your legs. shotgun a bong rip while he’s knuckles deep inside you.

•favorite position is either missionary or cowgirl. he has to tie back his hair for missionary; he looks so pretty with his hair back. he won’t exactly choke you, but he’ll put a light hand around your throat to be playful. he also likes to grip your face while he fucks you in missionary so he can look you in the eye with that big grin of his on his face.

•lightly grip his hair as he eats you out; emphasis on lightly. yes, he likes a grip on his head but he has nice hair and doesn’t want it messed up.

•i’ve written about it before but please suck this man off. he’s so giving that he refuses head a lot of the time, but the first time you take him in his mouth, he just loses his mind. he’s so sensitive to oral and usually cums quickly, but that’s only because he is such a simp and thinks you’re the hottest thing ever.

•body worship. lots of it. he’ll make you impatient with the amount of time he’ll spend worshipping your breasts, thighs, and stomach. he doesn’t mean to tease you; he just thinks you’re sexy.

•aftercare is more weed and lots of cuddles and lazy kisses. he’ll whisper about how beautiful you are and how good it was for him. argyle always asks if you came, and if you didn’t, he insists he makes you cum before you guys get back to cuddling.

[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: I have no excuse for my actions. Just some filth. We can all appreciate how many times we’ve mentally gotten fucked, and fucked Steve in his car. So… I bring you this trash. Enjoy!?

Warnings: Language, smut, squirting, masturbation, vaginal fingering, NSFW, vaginal sex, & dirty talk.

Being so hot, parched, and aching for Steve that you can’t wait to have him until you get home. You slide your panties down your legs, the wetness stringing to the crotch and between your slick thighs — and they hit the floorboard. Raising an arm above your head, you undo several buttons on your dress to expose your bra cup. You hear the leather of the steering wheel creak underneath Steve’s white-knuckled grasp, a sharp inhalation of air coming out as a whistle through his teeth.

“Don’t.” It’s a fair warning, you’d say, but you do not heed it… by any means.

“And what if I d-do?” You sass, stuttering upon a lump of jagged, fragmented whimpers, fingers pressing into your soaking wet cunt.

The car accelerates, Steve’s sneaker briefly jamming into the pedal, before easing up. It makes you grin, head lolling lazily to the side, spreading your thighs a little wider so you have some more room to work with. You’re pretty sure you’ve made a mess on his expensive seats, but that makes you smirk — more than satisfied. His focus tries to remain on the road when you finally drink in his full reaction, however — it’s fleeting. The cinnamon irises have already been reduced to puddles of midnight, taking residence in his glazed over sclera.

He keeps licking at the corner of his mouth, that beauty mark spattered jaw, littered with three day old stubble and your handiwork from an hour ago (you barely let him get the car door unlocked, pushing him against it and tugging him down to lick and suck your way into his baby blue Henley’s collar, teeth finding warm flesh). The radio and roadway treaded beneath heavy tires is all a passing blur, a whirring noise in your ears. In the tiny expanse of your boyfriend’s car all that can be heard now, is mingled and heavy breaths, your fingers adding to the mix with that crude squelch.

“Shit, shit, shit. Fuck.”

You’re smirking as he struggles, the car swaying, skidding across the asphalt. Sinking your teeth into your lower lip, you lick the flesh and stretch your digits out in your dripping cunt, sliding around in your seat. It’s not the easiest, being partially confined underneath your seat belt, but you manage to pick up a steady rhythm to work yourself over with, head dropping to the side completely, and eyes helping themselves to Steve Harrington. Your own personal get off, the best medicine you’ve ever had. He’s mumbling obscenities underneath that quickening breath, but you take control, voice getting louder, lost in lust.

“Jesus Christ, Steve. You’re so fucking hot, just want your cock in my pussy, baby.”

You’re pretty sure he smacks the dash with some part of his hand. But all you focus on is that audible exposure of tendons in his thick neck as he swallows, adam’s apple caught in the gulping breath. You stretch your arm, fingers wiggling, trying to find. You don’t mean to huff but it slips out. That’s when he’s finally speaking, hoarse and winded.

“Crook to the left, honey. S’ where I usually find it.”

Your jaw is agape, lips puckering into a purse as you whimper. “Mhm-hmm.” And you follow his instructions, tilting your fingers until they’re drooling, nudging that spot in the barest of grazes. It’s not near what he does, yet it’s enough.

You shouldn’t be as caught off guard, having been worked up all night beyond human belief. Yet, as the burning twists your gut and smacks you between your legs, pooling in your clit — that familiar liquid squirts from your cunt and rains across the seat below, some hitting the dash in front of you. You whine so loud that your ears burn and you arch into the seat until it hurts, thighs trembling and slick. You can barely keep your blown pupils on Steve’s, tears gathering at your lash line, body humming with static elation. Yep, seat belts do save lives, you realize, as Steve hits the breaks and jerks the wheel to steer the car off onto the graveled shoulder, your belt smashing your breasts.

There’s noises that are coming from him that you aren’t sure you’ve heard before. A desperate beast that’s cornered its prey, ready to feast and pounce. He shifts the gear and clicks his own safety belt, hand reaching down to yank the seat lever, balls of his feet shoving himself back a distance. He’s making room for you. You just get your harness off and he’s grabbing you by your neck’s nape, yanking you across the console and into his lap, one hand working his belt open.

Your panties — clinging to one ankle — fall off, and his hand moves from your neck to your hip, helping you hold your dress out of the way. He’s rock hard when you sneak a look into his lap. It makes you shake in anticipation, growing impatient. It’s a little more shifting, Steve getting his jeans with your eager hands assisting, rising to pull them and his underwear underneath the swell of that perfect ass and down around his knees. His heavy cock slaps against his stomach, immediately soaking his shirt with that creamy bead, his balls full and waiting on either side. You’re a damned drooling bimbo, wasted on the sight.

“Yeah. Look at you lookin’ at me like that, honey. You want this, don’t you?” He’s cocky, emphasizing by peeling his shaft away from the fabric, it gravitating automatically towards your swollen folds.

“Please, Steve… gotta have it. I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care how. Just give it to me before I lose my fucking mind.”

“Dirty bitch, huh? It’s that kinda night.” His pearly whites bare themselves, a light laugh dipping off those perfect, pillowy lips.

You’re struggling not to take him without waiting for the word. It’s not needed, but it’s what you want right now. You need him to beg you to split yourself open. It’s more necessary than your current pathetic attempts at oxygen.

“Don’t you want to feel how wet I am from squirting all over your car, Stevie?”

It’s hard to see the evidence you’ll have to clean, only street lights making you and Steve visible to one another, but he’s able to catch glimpses of some. And your words have the desired effect. He brings your foreheads together, his tresses tickling your skin, his nose nudging yours. He waits, stroking himself through your seam, taps your clit, then captures your mouth the moment that he sinks inside, your cream pouring out around his base, slicking back the curls that rest there. Taking Steve Harrington’s size is a pain like no other, one that stays no matter how many times you do it. And fuck it if you don’t relish in how in feels deliciously sore for days, afterwards — knowing smirks and giggling whispers following.

Your mouth drops, Steve’s tongue licking in. He tastes like mint gum and orange crush soda. When you break apart, you’ve got one hand that’s gripping his shoulder, his other finding yours and lacing together. “You okay? You alright, baby?” Your knees finally relax into the leather seat on either side of his trim waist and you sigh, dropping your face down into the curvature of his neck and shoulder. He lets go of his cock, knuckles soaked in you, and brings them up to rub around your back, enjoying how you mewl and relax into his continued touch.

You’re both trembling, Steve’s hairy thighs resting against your ass, his heavy balls there too. It takes a lot of inner strength in him not to pound you into the steering wheel and pump you full of his release, but he manages. Your walls are fucking flooded, so much so that he’s surprised he doesn’t slip back out. He helps you rear back from your cocoon and he kisses the tip of your nose, a lazy smirk leaving behind a darkened gaze. You nod that you’re alright and he doesn’t waste a second, both hands finding your bra cups and ripping them down, your tits bouncing out and into his eye-line.

“Mine.” He buries his face in between, an action that causes you to tilt back and moan, throat exposed for his dirty whims.

He paths kisses up your sternum and litters your jawline, before letting his nose rest back in the crevice of your cleavage. He slaps your bare ass, and mumbles into your globed flesh. “Take what you want.”

// eat me paragraph //

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Sweetheart

Diabetic teacher Steve & teacher Billy

Being a teacher was time consuming to say the least. Getting time alone during the day was a rare occurrence for him between classes and tutoring students during his off period and the students eating in his classroom during lunch. It was no secret that he was one of the more popular teachers.

What was a secret though, was why he always seemed to have his biceps covered. No matter the weather, he always made a clear effort to keep his upper arms hidden. That raised the question among his students: ‘what was Mr. Harrington hiding?’.

-•-•-•-

“How many times do I have to tell you two? Quit talking!” He typically didn’t mind his students whispering to each other during class but he’d been irritable the whole class period. “Now, I’ve noticed many of you are struggling with imagery in your essays. The key to effective imagery is good vocabulary…” He trailed off a bit as he spoke, feeling sick.

“Um… go ahead and note imagery in your independent reading books.” He said as he sat down at his desk. The behavior change was noticed by the class but with how on edge he’d been, everyone decided to keep their mouths shut.

Steve broke his ‘no phones’ policy, using it to check his CGM: continuous glucose monitor. “Fuck.” He muttered, unfortunately loud enough to earn snickers from a few students near his desk. His blood sugar level was only 57 mg/dl, AKA, too low.

He opened up his snack drawer… empty. “Crap… this is fine, everything’s fine.” He whispered to himself. Lunch was in an hour, he could wait til then. He sipped his water, hoping it would help soothe his nausea. He rested his head on his desk, hoping his students wouldn’t notice how sick he looked.

15 minutes had gone by and he felt like he was spinning. He looked up, visibly pale & disoriented, as he heard a knock and the classroom door opening. The students looked worried as they eyed their haggard teacher and the stranger approaching him. They began quietly speaking amongst themselves, unsure of what was going on.

-•-•-•-

Being a middleschool art teacher was a more relaxed job than Billy expected. He gave a lesson at the beginning of class then gave his students the rest of the time to work. After those first 30 minutes of class, he mostly just watched the class and pretended not to find humor in the many penises the hoard of pre-teens created.

He was talking to a student about an art contest she had entered when an alarm went off on his phone. He interrupted himself and rushed to his desk to check his husband’s blood sugar.

Billy went to get a teacher to cover his class while he rushed to the highschool. He grabbed the emergency bag from his car and ran over. He knew Steve had a habit of neglecting himself but he still expected Steve to take care of it after the first two alerts. Now though, it was his time to take over.

-•-•-•-

“Bills? What’re you doing here?” Steve asked. “You cant keep doing this to yourself, sweetheart.” Billy stated, coming around the desk and kneeling in front of him. The brunette’s cheeks flushed a bit as he realized all eyes in the room were on them.

“Im fine, babe.” Steve weakly protested as Billy took a case out of the desk and unzipped it. “I’m not gonna let you have a seizure in front of a bunch of teenagers just because you’re stubborn.” He said as he pricked the other man’s finger and squeezed the blood onto the test strip.

Steve was embarrassed and he wanted to be upset with Billy for double checking his blood sugar in front of his class but he knew he was right. He tried to hide his face a bit, he hated when people saw him while managing his diabetes. Even after over a decade with it, he’s still just as shy about it now as he was as a kid.

His thoughts were interrupted by Billy handing him a bottle of apple juice & bag of pretzels, it was small but should get his blood sugar up enough so he doesn’t die while waiting for his lunch break. He finished the carbs and decided to introduce the living spectacle that was lingering in the room, waiting so they could get lunch together.

“Class… this is my husband Bi- Mr. Hargrove. He’s a teacher at the middle school and he’s gonna be staying the rest of the period.” He managed to resist the urge to call Billy by his first name and then gave him the floor.

Billy was slightly panicked as the rooms attention turned to him. He wasn’t good with teenagers, that’s the main reason he didn’t become a highscool teacher. “Uh, hi! I’m Billy- or Mr. Hargrove- either one’s fine. I’m an art teacher at the middle school right across the street.”

He paused for a moment and leaned back over to Steve. “Is it ok if I explain it to them?” He asked in a hushed voice. Once he got permission, he faced the class again. “Basically, Mr. Harrington’s body can’t regulate its blood sugar so sometimes it’ll get really low and he can pass out or have seizures or die, or it can get really high and stuff can build up in his blood and he can go into a coma or die.”

He started explaining the different types of diabetes while Steve kept an eye on his blood sugar, eating carbs accordingly. Honestly, he thinks its a bit cute: all the stuff Billy’s learned just to help take care of him. It would’ve been so easy for Billy to just leave him to deal with it alone but he didn’t.

He watched billy dreamily, a fond smile crept onto his face as he started tuning back in to the conversation. At some point, Billy’s rambling turned from diabetes to a debate with a student about basketball. He loves watching those blonde curls bounce as he gets more animated when he talks about things he’s passionate about.

Billy finished his debate and came back over to check Steve again. “You feeling better, sweetheart?” He asked as he checked the monitor again. A smile growing on his face as he saw it was a somewhat normal amount again. He pressed a gentle kiss to his husbands forehead as the bell rang.

[mutenized]

Red String of Fate

Modern Rockstar Eddie Munson x afab photographer reader!

Not gonna lie to you guys, I was reading this fic (it’s 18+) and got inspiration based off of chapter 6……then I got carried away so I don’t even think I have a word count on this bitch. It’s currently 4 am and as I’m writing this part I’m not even done… so word count? LONG lmao! Thank you dolly for hyping me up

Enjoy!

Tags: fluff fluff fluff! Mutual pining, opposites attract

Also here’s a playlist for this fic! Listen if you’d like, a lot of sad girl pop mixed with pop punk! The series is named after Red String by Sweet Pill!

Fingers danced across your waist as you delve your toes into the soft sand that had cooled drastically due to the rise of the moon and fall of the sun pass the watery horizon. Peace. You were at peace. Any and all wars that currently played within your head, whether you knew it or not, ceased due to the absolute heaven you seemingly ascended to.

Eddie’s arms pulled you from your contemplative state, reminding you of the happiness, the thrill, you were living in. A vacation, together. That was something you never dreamed of happening when you two first met months ago. Yet, the tale of time and chemistry between two people proved to both you and the frizzy haired rockstar that anything could happen.

Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, was on a small tour through dive bars and smaller venues throughout the east coast. You had been excited for the Philadelphia date because they were the main band at the small, two-story bar, Johnny Brenda’s, that sat on the corner between the Olde Kensington, Northern Liberties, and Fishtown districts. Bringing along your film camera as well as your digital one as well, you opened your case for the security detail before clambering the tiny stairwell to where the stage was set above the pool tables and larger bar and kitchen that rested at street level. Greeting your friends whom you came to support, you looked to the small table next to theirs where merchandise for the two other openers sat. “Corroded Coffin is a dope ass name!” You hear the drummer, Nick, rattle off to the two young adults who pinned up the rest of the band’s merch on the peg board.

“You think? Eddie and Gareth came up with it themselves between D&D sessions in like, middle school.” The one spoke, a smile on his face and his freckles cheeks making his eyes close. “Yea dude! Y’know Philly has an amazing punk music scene it’s like the origin-“ Nick’s rambling was background noise to you as you hug his girlfriend who just arrived with the last of their band’s shirts. Gem was true to her name, a gem. Guiding you to the small sectioned off area for the photographers, she wanted to make sure security didn’t give you a hard time as they have before.

Setting your case between one of the speakers and the wall, you were too into making sure your camera was properly formatted to notice two figures near you. One on stage on their knees, fiddling with their peddles and wires that ran to the guitar placed on a stand next to the microphone and the other behind you waiting for you to move a hair over to join you in setting up their tech.

“Excuse me, sorry!” The even toned voice didn’t seem angry or bitter as you quickly side stepped to let them beside you. A light brown bob greeted your sights before you saw the angular face and side smile that the voice belonged to. Tapered slacks, a Corroded Coffin shirt, and open vest paired with silver jewelry and a crystal hung on a string were the first things you took in as your eyes gazed from the screen of your camera to the pair of blue eyes looking towards you.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?! One, huge fan of your work, like seriously! Two, well, actually. No two. Just be wary that the guys like to grab equipment so you get good shots. I’m Robin, nice to meet you!” A happy yet awkward chuckle left the rambling girl as her ringed fingers expertly secured her lens to the body of her camera and snapping a few shots off the stage.

“Hey! Yes thanks! I’ve seen some of your work and it’s absolutely amazing!” A grin played on your features as Robin went through the three stages of honor; shock, disbelief, and flattery. You both hit it off, chatting haphazardly as the crowd formed behind the metal barricade you rested on and the balcony. Soon enough, lights dimmed and the steady beat of a bass drum filled the room. Screams and cheers followed suit, that was your cue to go into work mode. Forgetting about what was around you, you worked nimbly with Robin to make sure you both got high grade shots and didn’t run into one another.

It wasn’t until the third or fourth song of the set when you went to go switch to your film camera that you noticed the four men on stage in front of you. The frontman instantly got your attention as he donned a pair of ripped skinny jeans and chains, rings, a muscle tank which showed off the opal skin stained with onyx and ruby ink, and a black bandana wrapped around his forehead. The brown-black hair was what struck you, though. Wild and unruly, his curls seemed to make him look even more angelic while if that were anyone else, they’d look like they had no idea to take care of their appearance. He was effortlessly ethereal; put together while also not being put together at all.

Your eyes must have burned a hole into his face because his brown doe eyes caught yours as he roamed the stage before the next song. His stoney, rocker façade seemingly broke for a half-moment as he drank you in before returning to what task was at hand.

Both of you couldn’t deny the intensity that drew both of you in but you found yourself already overthinking like you were getting ready for a date as you photographed the rest of their set.

You see, while your friend’s band was in the pop punk genre, which you enjoyed thoroughly, over time you’ve become drawn to bedroom and indie pop. Phoebe Bridgers, Ethel Cain, The Japanese House, The 1975, just to name a few. Many called it sad girl pop since the songs were catchy and addicting while the message in the lyrics dealt with the heavy reality of life.

So to say you were out of place in a sea of leather and chains was an understatement. Your bell bottom jeans and black ankle boots paired with the babydoll top Gem had made just for you for your birthday that had the band’s logo of a jar of sugar next to a bottle of spilt pills couldn’t stand out even more than it already did. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the music Corroded Coffin was playing but it wasn’t your usual flavor.

With the last song fading, the house lights came back up and you capped your lens after turning the camera off to preserve battery. “Oh my god, (y/n). I have the best photo of you and Eddie staring at one another! Oh dude he’s going to be so embarrassed!” Shoving the camera into your line of sight, your eyes drew to the tiny bright screen. Your lips pressed into a cheeky grin before you peered to Robin through your lashes. “Oh you can’t delete that! Send it to me!” Mischief laced both of your auras, making a deeper connection with the girl who reminded you so much of yourself.

Grabbing your wrist with a playful laugh, Robin guided you away from the security of safety before leading you to the bar where there was the frizzy mass of hair downing a glass of ice water. His side profile was something out of a distant dream you had had years before but that was something you didn’t care about. The same doe eyes that softened when they landed on you found you once more before playful fear filled them as he noticed Robin guiding you towards him.

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Stranger Things Headcanons Part Six

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Masterlist

Warning: 18+ only, Minors beware if you read this you might be scarred for life.

Trigger Warning: Contains Swearing, mentions of abuse, smut, sexual content

Author's Note: These will be updated after I get more ideas.

Eddie Munson x Marianna

SWF

Before they were dating.

Marianna met him while she was doing an art project for her art class. Mainly because she used some of the ideas he threw out randomly during the classes they had together. She often leaves notes that thank him for the creative ideas that she got just from him being himself.

Her approach to him is straightforward. She doesn't want to waste his time or burden him. If students like Jason thought he was weird and strange. Marianna did not want to seem that way to Eddie, and she did not wish to hear it from him.

Marianna spooked Jason off a few times, just so she could gain some kind of access to her locker. This was because her locker was the one Jason had leaned on whenever he decided to bully Eddie. Marianna knew that if Jason feared her, he would avoid her locker and Eddie would no longer be his target. By spooking Jason, Marianna was able to protect Eddie and give him some breathing room. "Don't thank me. I'm just trying to access my locker." is what she said to Eddie afterwards.

"Don't think about it too much. I'd rather not explain it right now. One day I might." Marianna told him. The gifts started off small and tiny, things that you wouldn't be able to point out straight away.

She had "knock first fuckers" on her door since Eddie walked in while she was having an existential crisis and she was lying across her bed. Eddie's intrusion was a reminder that she needed to take her privacy more seriously, and she felt the need to protect herself from such intrusions in the future. Thus, she put up the sign to alert people to knock first before entering her room.

She has made a promise not to hide or lie about it. Marianna values honesty and openness, so she has chosen to be open and honest with him. She believes it is imperative to be honest about her feelings and intentions and she has made a commitment to remain that way. Before dating, Eddie knew everything about her, and she shared more details about the secrets she still had. She told him everything about her past by the time they started dating.

When Eddie asked her out, she was confused and she asked "are you sure?" She hadn't expected him to ask her out and wasn't sure if he was serious or if he was just joking around.

Dating

She had a habit of gifting him black roses, red and white snapdragons on his birthday, Valentine's day, etc. Every celebration was made even more special with her thoughtful gifts.

She had made portraits of various D&D characters for his campaigns. She didn't mind if he used them or not. Her younger brother used them since she started drawing them.

She takes him to the movies, theme parks and fancy dinners. She is trying to make him feel special and show him that she cares about him. She wants to create an atmosphere of relaxation and fun, where they can both enjoy themselves and get to know each other better.

Marianna has a habit of being extremely open with him. She even made a promise that she wouldn't hide or lie about it. Marianna values openness and honesty, so she has chosen to be honest and open with him. She believes that it is important to be honest about her feelings and intentions and she has made a commitment to remain that way.