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eddie munson, who is just so so pathetic. pathetic every time he gets a look at your cunt, so pathetic that he’s practically blowing his load the second he gets his fingers or tongue or dick anywhere near.
he’s so gone for you that even as he gets you off beforehand, he’s leaking in his underwear, rutting against anything he can get friction from, those puppy dog eyes blown wide as he watches you fall apart.
barely three thrusts inside of you and he’s spewing out little huffing moans, eyelids fluttering shut as he succumbs to the pleasure you’re allowing him, “s-sorry it’s just— you’re so, fuck i’m gonna—“
the needy whining makes you squeeze down around him, the thick length of him popping out, sitting snuggly in your folds, “cum like this?” you ask, hips rolling in short little movements to help him slide up and down.
“oh my god,” eddie groans, hauls himself back on his knees to watch intently as your folds wrap around him, his mouth parted prettily, bitten and letting out a constant stream of raw noises.
it’s a gift to see him like this. so needy and so fucked up on your body, wound tight and chasing his end with fingers dug deep into the fat of your thighs. holding you open and on display.
“baby,” the desperate whining turns into an all-out sob, as he buries his face into your neck, rutting so desperately against the curve of your wet cunt that you know he’s not gonna make it back inside.
“yeah? feel good?” you gasp breathily, the head of his dick pressing snuggly into your clit on every upstroke, dragging it deliciously, “make a mess of me, eddie.”
“sorry, oh fuck, sorry sorry sorry,” eddie moans, broken and hurt like a wounded animal, baring his teeth to sink into your neck as his cock kicks up, painting your clit, right up your hood in wet spurts, shaking and collapsing on top of you with the sheer force of his orgasm.
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priest!eddie requested by anon
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my boyfriend steve harrington headcanons ☼
an incredible romantic
spoiling you with flowers, chocolates, letters and beyond on just a regular tuesday
really knows how to treat, and please his partner
doesn’t settle for less for you- he dares to go the extra mile
once sent a bouquet of 200 roses to your doorstep because you said you weren’t feeling so good
is very big on breakfast- always says it’s the most important meal of the day
takes you out for brunches every sunday, sometimes letting the kids tag along
loves orange juice
has tried to pick up skateboarding
he can fight off bites from the upside down bats but skateboarding has him stumped
you peered out your window one day to see him fumbling on a board, held up by max, all while being laughed at by dustin
tucks your hair behind your ear, consistently
fiddles with the locks of your hair subconsciously, usually when he’s nervous
when he stays the night, he brings his hair products. you usually end up letting him cram your hair with different oils and creams
a leader, especially in the bedroom
stays true to his word- he’s the most honest person you know
is a cat person
the way dogs jump and prance freaks him out
sneakerhead
always smells incredible
has an extensive cologne collection
is very communicative with you
always problem solving and getting to the root of any issues you guys may have
is a really bad dancer, but enjoys it nonetheless
usually drags you to the kitchen to dance regardless of if you want to or not, doesn’t matter what time it is
“steve it’s late,” “late or has the night just begun?”
hand placement to your waist, always
words of affirmation to you and himself everyday
you’ll find him talking himself up in the mirror on many different occasions
“you’re steve harrington and you’ve got it going on-“ “steve?”
very expressive with his emotions around you- isn’t afraid to cry
loves to see you in clothes that make you happy more than anything else, it turns him on
not super big on video games, but gets into it for dustin and max
you see them all bundled on the couch consistently,
“max get the FUCK off my ass!” “i’m carrying you right now dipshit-“ “LANGUAGE!”
is actually very intelligent
constantly helping you study
takes cooking seriously
tries his best to reach you and the gang- no one can do it like him
loves john mellencamp
#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington headcanons
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billy starts taking later shifts at the pool when you come along. avoids the 'rush hour' of the kids coming out of summer camp to get the perfect view of you in that positively skimpy bikini that he's absolutely certain you wear for him. he's obsessed with the tangy taste of chlorine on your skin when he drags his tongue over the soft skin on the inside of your thighs, addicted to the echoes of your devastated moans of billy’s name bouncing off the tiled walls of the changing room. the way you tug at his blonde curls is more than enough to make up for how much the chemicals in the pool from back to back shifts had practically ruined them...
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pairing; billy hargrove x f!reader
contents; 18+ mdni. boudoir photography, heavy petting, dry humping if you squint | wc: 1k
note; starting off simple for my return to writing... nothing too long or too spicy, but we all know that won't last very long.
Billy snatches the cigarette from his mouth as if it scolded his taste buds, flipping the envelope you’d handed him in his hand with intrigue. His perfect blonde eyebrow raised in query, he raises his gaze at you pointedly.
“What is it?” He speaks flatly, exhaling the smoke in his lungs slowly so it kisses at his cheekbones.
“Just open it,” you murmur quietly, worrying your lower lip with your teeth. Billy hums softly, fussing with the lip of the envelope with his fingertips and teasing your nerves.
You’d tortured yourself over a Christmas gift for Billy, thinking of all possible options and how he’d be entirely unimpressed. Minus a new set of weights or a large tub of some kind of protein-shake powder, you knew he’d probably shove your gift in a cupboard and forget about it until he needed to take the Christmas lights out next year.
Desperation had kicked in around two weeks before Christmas day. Wandering in and out of the few shops in Hawkins like a demented zombie had resulted in empty hands and muttered curses of frustration. Unprompted comments by Billy insisting that he didn’t want any gifts had fueled your indignation, especially given his tone had somehow strayed into something pitiful in comparison to the monotonous, bored drawl he usually offered.
The idea came to you spontaneously. Nancy had called to tell you about a playful tiff she’d had with Jonathan over some Playboy magazine’s she’d found in his bedroom while moving her things in for Christmas. Her voice had practically faded into oblivion when you’d remembered the torn-out Playboy pages plastered to the wall above Billy’s dresser.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now that Billy was pulling apart the ribbon you’d tied around the neatly wrapped gift, you’d begun to feel queasy.
Before tearing the wrapping paper, Billy prolongs your suffering with a smug smirk, clearly noticing your anticipation. He lifts the item, shaking it like a five year old rattling their present box as though it would offer insight into what lay inside. “Give me a hint.”
“Billy,” you huff, exasperated already with his antics, “Just open the stupid thing before I take it back.”
He hums, finally pinching the edge of the wrapping between his thumb and forefinger before pulling upwards, the paper ripping open to reveal the contents inside.
Billy paused, slowly exhaling the dregs of his cigarette in a gentle stream of smoke through his nose.
Your heart catches.
The glossy pages of the personalised Playboy Magazine rippled slightly as Billy brought the images closer for a better look. It was unmistakably you on the front cover, perched in a seductive position on a stool dressed in an unbuttoned blouse with peaks of the black, lacy lingerie you wore underneath.
Poor Jonathan had been mortified when you’d begged him to take the last minute images. Despite his reluctance, and Nancy observing his every move to ensure he didn’t stare too long, he’d worked hard to ensure he could emulate the magazine quality. Of course, you hadn’t told him who they were for.
You knew you looked fantastic, but Billy’s silence was unnerving you.
“There’s more inside,” you murmur, cheeks burning, “Some don’t have my face in them so you can tear them out and put them on your wall.”
Another slow exhale, Billy’s eyes flitting over the magazine cover had your heart lurching in fear. Was he angry? He still didn’t say much when he began to thumb through the pages, stopping on a particularly scandalous page where you swept aside the bounce to reveal the curve of your breast, lips parted seductively but the image excluding the rest of your face.
“Billy, I’m–”
“Look at you,” he murmurs, taking his cigarette from his lips and stubbing it into an ashtray settled on the arm of the sofa you’re both perched on. “You want me to pin photos of you half naked on my wall, for everyone to see?”
Billy reaches forwards, taking a hold of your chin in his palm and pulling you forwards so your noses bumped together. Your breath hitches, seizing in your throat when you feel Billy’s breath fan across your face.
“You little slut,” Billy coos, his free hand working its way between your knees to inch up the inside of your thigh. His touch leaves a delicious burn, like the smouldering embers of his cigarette end had set his fingertips alight.
Billy’s lips brush against your own as he speaks, his fingers ghosting over the seam of your trousers to apply slight, teasing pressure to your clit. “I’ll put them up on the wall opposite the door. Make sure everyone gets to see how much of a slut you are for me.”
You can see Billy’s cock straining against the right denim of his jeans. He’s all worked up at the idea of showing you off like this, and seems intent on dragging you down into a horny-haze too.
“If you’d like that,” you whisper, voice catching slightly in your throat as Billy leans his head down to drag the flat of his tongue across your pulse point. You hear him chuckle softly, feel the rumble against your neck, and you’re almost certain it’s because he can somehow taste your arousal through your skin.
“I’d love that,” he smirked, his hands slowly working their way beneath your shirt and pushing it upwards to expose the naked flesh of your stomach, squeezing at your breast when you arch your back for him.
“Merry Christmas, Billy,” you laugh at that, your giggle faltering into a soft whine when Billy punches at your nipple, rolling the stiffened bud between the pads of his thumb and forefinger to tease you further. “Mhmmm,” Billy hums, nipping at your neck and slowly laying you back against the couch. He doesn’t seem to mind that the ashtray that had balanced on the arm of the sofa tips off onto the floor, or that the magazine falls to the floor. He’s far too busy grinding his hard cock against you. “A very merry Christmas it is.”
#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove smut#billy hargrove
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my boyfriend eddie munson headcanons ☼
a terrible cook. but for some odd reason, a very solid pancake and waffle maker
has a phobia of rusted rings, therefore all his jewelry is stainless steel
has a backstory and name for each of his leather coats. there’s not many, he’s very picky about which belong in his collection
uses very established products on his hair. he begged you not to mention it again after you found them in his shower
makes it a habit to light incense
is an avid back to the future fan
michael j fox IS his man crush
cereal lover, particularly picks out the boxes with the designs and games for kids on them
“baby, you can’t have any more cereal,” “y/n, it’s the healthiest thing i eat”
very touchy, in the most heartfelt and loving way
longs to make up for the lack of it he never received throughout his life
strange fascination with race cars
you bought him nascar tickets for christmas
he took a polaroid picture of the ticket and stuck it to his wall
owns multiple picks and combs
has a lighter collection
his favorite lighter he purchased in panama
likes interlocking fingers when holding hands
talks you through it
consent is the most important thing to him
likes his hair being pulled, only by you
plans extra, extra hard on d&d campaigns - any free time goes to you or hellfire
once was involved in a fist fight with gareth because he assumed eddie put no work into the campaign
“have you even worked at this at all? we’re all here busting our asses day and ni-“ *boom*
sits like an inch away from the tv
“eddie, that’ll ruin your eyes” “your face will ruin my eyes”
likes to open doors for people, especially you
meets with a tutor every wednesday, makes sure to let you know when he’s heading there and when he’s heading home
he really, really thinks ‘86 is his year
has an affinity for you in tight clothing
really is a slut, but the gentle kind
has an exceptionally tight grip
loves colder weather- leather jacket season
let’s you borrow anything from his closet
he’ll get really excited if you ask to wear his hellfire shirt
“i’m sorry if it smells like booze, dustin knocked my can all over me”
loves whispering to you
usually it’s sweet nothings
most of the time it’s as you drift asleep in his bed, metal posters staring down at you from above
usually smells like eucalyptus and cigarettes- mixed with essential hair oils
actually has a really, really sharp memory
“i don’t even remember what i said to her to make her this mad at me-“ “you said she was lazy and that it was seeping into her day to day life and through to your guys’ friendship.” “eddie-“
picks you over anyone, sometimes even over hellfire
“get your ass to gareth’s. incase you forgot, we have rehearsal today” “i’m with y/n, you pack of dumbasses can wait”
keeps a box of polaroids of you under his bed
most are appropriate, some aren’t
dustin almost accidentally opened the box once
eddie slapped him hard across the hand, leaving a red mark
he instantly apologized profusely
“god, henderson i’m so sorry bout that- just don’t- just don’t open that box, alright?”
#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson headcanons#stranger things headcanons#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x y/n
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babes wheres you go!? come back! 🥹🫶🏻
dw y’all! i’m still kickin’! i was thinking about this blog not too long ago,, i miss writing over here :)) expect some new stuff soon? 😁
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another day of missing jonathan byers and billy hargrove
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my girlfriend eleven headcanons (legalized age el! +more for a fem!reader) ☼
was the first to show interest in you
she didn’t know how to approach you, so she dropped in on you in the void a couple times
until she garnered the confidence to ask you out, catching you completely off guard, because you too had been wanting to approach her
loves ice cream but refuses to totally enjoy some without you
is very big on affection once she learned how to properly express it
loves to do your hair as you love to do hers
keeps a diary, you’re the only person allowed to read it
loves playing spin the bottle with just the two of you, totally eliminating the game aspect whatsoever
is an excellent listener to you always although some phrases and words may be harder for her to comprehend when spoken swiftly
her love language is a little bit of everything. she mainly just loves you, being able to spoil you, be with you and touching you in every way
she loves handholding, usually a palm to palm type, and will hold your hand wherever in front of whoever
very into being able to please you correctly, wanting to know more and more about your body
writing love letters to each other to help better her writing and english
her kisses always being entirely passionate and nothing short of
sharing clothes!!
cries when you cry,
then you cry harder because she’s crying
let’s you do her makeup frequently
you said i love you first, one time as you were applying a nice shade of redish pink to her lips,
“el?” “yes?” “you’re perfect. i just love you.”
loves modeling for you the new clothes she buys, specifically suspenders
you hardly fight, but if you do, she always apologizes first, word vomiting about how much she cares and that she didn’t mean any of it,
you’d pull her close and stroke her hair, saying something along the lines of “shh, el, baby it’s ok. it’s ok i promise.”
is your absolute biggest supporter (duh)
like no she’ll cheer you on through anything,
taking a test in a classroom she happens to walk past? she’ll peer through the window, give you a cheerful wave and smile, and throw a thumbs up before she reluctantly walks off, desperately wanting to look at you a second longer
always wants to be looking at you,
she has a legitimate staring problem but she doesn’t see it that way after having been so dehumanized after the lab. plus, you think it’s cute how she can’t ever take her eyes off you
“y/n, you’re,” *stares intensely into your eyes* “so beautiful”
almost can’t even put into words how pretty she thinks you are
loves to hold smoke sessions with you,
they give her a sense of peace she’s never had the joy of feeling before
always kissing your forehead, dead on in the middle, hands gripping the sides of your head and all. specifically when she knows she’s going to have to fight
if ever having a night terror, she’ll latch onto you instinctively,
you’ll pull her closer and whisper to her that you’re here and it’s gonna be ok
very big on movie nights and getting versed in the classics
singing madonna with you every chance she gets
#eleven#eleven headcanons#eleven x reader#jane hopper#jane hopper headcanons#jane hopper x reader#stranger things#stranger things headcanons
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my boyfriend billy hargrove headcanons ☼
alarmingly protective
tries to keep you in check with bad behavior as much as possible, doesn’t want you turning into him
like if you’re upset one day and cussing up a storm he’ll tell you to stop and probably say something like “that’s not good for you,”
doesn’t like exhaling his smoke around you because of second hand smoke, around anyone else he wouldn’t care but, you? big no no
unless you ask him to blow smoke into your face or mouth, then of course he’ll do that
dacryphilia, enough said
not really good with heart to heart conversations,
they mainly only arise when he’s super vulnerable like after a fight with his dad
you’re constantly fixing up his cuts and bruises, whatever they may be from this time around
let’s you wear his leather coats only deep enough into the relationship to where he knows he can trust you
when cuddling, holds you indescribably close, longing to make up for the lack of it he never got as a child
earlier in the relationship tho, you two stayed to your opposite sides of the bed,
until one night after a brutal fight with his dad, he climbed through your window and let you fix him up. that night as you lay down, he pulled you into his chest for the first time, and you knew some barriers had finally been broken.
climbing. through. your. window. all the time.
he won’t let you tell anyone but he has a secret love for video games and on off days, he’ll bribe keith so you guys can have the arcade all to yourselves
sometimes will have shutdown periods to where you think he’s ignoring you but in truth, he’s gone off the grid from everyone and will most likely not be back for a couple of days
he’ll be back tho, and you’re the first person he comes to, explaining it wasn’t your fault and never will be and that he just needed his time.
always smells incredible
actually very clean and keeps excellent hygiene
bad jealousy issues. will usually act out at the smallest detail. you’ll calm him down, tell him you’re his and only his, and he’s usually back to normal in a good few minutes.
territorial. leaves hickeys in very visible places, insists on driving you home from school almost every day, throws his arm around you whenever he can sense someone lurking +etc
car sex. all the time. any messes tho and you’re cleaning.
late night drives frequently
spoiling you but being very discreet about it. something like “you said you needed new perfume so,” *tosses you a new expensive perfume, carelessly*
when in fights, he usually takes a drive to calm himself down. he fears he’ll turn into something worse if kept in close proximity when angry with you although you both know he’d never hurt you
when sleeping over either at his place or yours, and he has trouble falling asleep, he’ll light a cigarette in the middle of the night, in bed, and attempt to soothe himself that way by just smoking one
can be mean but that’s to be expected, you’ve grown to take it. although if he ever goes too far, and he notices, he won’t apologize but do something indirectly like a hand to your thigh or a “you ok?”
avid coffee drinker but again, won’t let you tell anyone because that’s “lame” and “for old people”
when in his lifeguard era, sneaks you into the pool after hours just so you can both night swim in peace and maybe skinny dip
was actually the first to say i love you, one night whilst you were applying rubbing alcohol to a cut on his lip,
“this is gonna sting,” *dabs* *silence* “y/n,” “yeah?” “i love you”
has only cried in front of you once, again after you had finished fixing him up and cleaning up some cuts, he began to cry, hard, so you just pulled him into your chest as he sobbed. neither of you have talked about it since.
gets off on you crying, dacryphilia as aforementioned, but usually only when it’s over something petty. if it’s serious, he knows to switch on the best listening front he can and try to shove those other feelings down.
likes his fair share of alcohol but refuses to let you consume too much
the one time you did, he had to prop you up on his shoulder just to get you home. once home, he laid you down on your bed and stood, kind of clueless as to how to take care of someone in this condition
bonus: on good days, he’ll let you bring max with you as you go out and run errands
#billy hargrove#billy hargrove x reader#billy hargrove x y/n#billy hargrove imagine#billy hargrove headcanons
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Current status: crying over Billy Hargrove.
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i feel very emotional about Billy Hargrove and I don’t even have the capacity to articulate everything I want to say about him in the way that I feel he deserves.
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“he’s a bad person”
first of all he’s a fictional character
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I think of Billy, enduring life in a town he clearly didn’t want to be in, living in a house with an abusive father and a step-mother who turned a blind eye to it, having no real friends in Hawkins, saving every penny from his job, with only little momentary pockets of happiness and hope for a brighter, happier future to get him through his time there, then dying before he got that brighter future, and I weep for that scared, sad boy who never truly got to live.
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I can’t stop thinking about Billy Hargrove 😮💨 
me and you both!!!
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