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Helloooooo

I'm newer to your page ive been slowly reading your amazing stories.. are you still doing your prompt list stories?? I seen 3 that could work.. 40,42 and 43.. and it made me think or something possibly like this..

Eddie and (maybe plus sized) reader have been together for a while.. she sees a pretty girl/groupie flirting with him after the show (but she doesn't see him walking away from her or telling her that hes taken/not interested.. Reader just gets feral when they get home.. not realizing she's ovulating or something.. and just like gets her frustration out by begging Eddie to claim her fully or something..

sorry my brain has been all over the place.. I just can't get enough of him amd some stories have brought out some sides of me that i didnt know i had haha)

Hope that made sense.. I have a hard time getting what I have in my brain out.. which is why I don't write haha

Hello, lovely! Welcome! Thanks for the request!

Not proofread!

Eddie x fem!shy!plus size!reader

cw: MDNI 18+, smut (p in v), unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving) oral (f receiving), mention of pregnancy

Ever since you and Eddie had gotten together, he had made your relationship his entire personality. He would mention you every chance he got, letting everyone know that he was a taken man and that he was very lucky to have you. Whether it was in an interview, he talking about one of the many songs he had written about you, or introducing you to someone, it didn’t matter. He was so obsessed with you and had to let everyone know just how much he loved you.

Amongst his many nicknames for you, “my girl” was by far his favorite. He used it so often, so much love behind the words that it was clear to everyone that he was head over heels for you. He’d even go as far as singing the song to you while you made breakfast together, spinning you around the kitchen as the lyrics fell from his lips.

“This? Oh, my girl got it for me.”

“The next song is about my girl. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet my girl.”

You were his favorite topic of conversation to the point where it seemed that everyone knew that he was taken just by how much he brought you up in conversation, often unprompted. And anyone who didn’t know or did and flirted with him anyway, he would shut them down so quickly once he realized what was happening. He already had the best thing and wouldn’t have dreamed of ruining it.

You entered the concert venue as everyone was packing things up for the night. Corroded Coffin had just finished a show which you hadn’t been able to get to until after your shift at the bar down the street. You felt horrible for missing it even though Eddie had insisted that it was okay. He just appreciated that you were going to be there at all with your very busy schedule.

You were let in through the back doors and made your way down the hallway to find the all too familiar mop of hair. He was usually waiting right by the door for you, but he wasn’t there. You were starting to panic, but tried to calm yourself down, telling yourself that maybe he was in the bathroom or grabbing his belongings.

You looked all around the building until you spotted him outside his dressing room…talking to a girl. She was beautiful and she was making him laugh. She reached up and touched his hair and instead of stepping in like you knew you should have, you just turned on your heel to leave. You couldn’t watch another second.

What you hadn’t seen when you turned your back was Eddie removing the girls hand from his hair before dropping it. Now he understood what was happening. He took a step back from her until his back almost hit the door.

The thing about Eddie was that sometimes he wasn’t even aware that he was being flirted with. That was something that he still wasn’t used to after years in the industry because of the treatment he had received back home. He just thought they were being friendly until the touches came into play and that was always telltale sign. And then he’d let them down easy, not wanting to hurt their feelings, letting them know that his girl was waiting for him back home.

“Oh,” his eyes widened. “I’m so sorry. I have a girlfriend.” The girls face fell and she almost seemed disgusted by the fact that he was in a relationship.

“Oh,” she pouted. He always felt bad, letting the girls down, but he knew that one of his band mates would be happy to take them off his hands.

“But you know what? I heard that Gareth is looking for someone to take home, if you’re interested,” he winked and her face lit up again.

“Really?”

“Really,” Eddie nodded and opened the dressing room door where the other members of the band were hanging out. “Go get ‘em.”

The girl entered the room and Eddie let out a sigh of relief before turning to his left only to see you turning the corner. He didn’t know where you were going. You always waited for him so he didn’t understand why you were walking away.

He took off, racing after you so he could catch up. He almost tripped a few times, but he got to you, draping an arm over your shoulder as he fell into step with you.

“There’s my girl,” he let out a contented sigh before pressing a kiss to your temple. He tucked you into his side but couldn’t help but notice that you weren’t grabbing a hold of him like you usually did. You always had to be touching him so something was clearly off.

“Nothing to say, hm?” he asked, his lips still pressed to your skin. You weren’t usually talkative after work because you were usually overstimulated, but you would normally at last give him some sort of greeting.

Had he forgotten an important event? Maybe your birthday? No, that had already passed. Maybe your anniversary? No, that wasn’t until next month. Whatever it was, he definitely needed to apologize.

You and Eddie didn’t fight often, but when you did, it didn’t take very long for you both to make up. He was normally the first to apologize, hating to see the angry look on your face. He just wanted to make everything right so you could cuddle up in your bed. He just wanted you to be happy and hated when he was the one to be the cause of your unhappiness.

But he wanted to wait until you brought up what was bothering you. He never wanted to pry and hoped that you knew that he was willing to listen to whatever was going on in your head, no matter how ridiculous it seemed.

So, you spent the whole walk to his van and the whole ride home talking about your nights. He listened to you tell him about what happened at the bar and he told you how great the show went, not leaving out any detail.

It almost seemed like a normal night except for the obvious tension between the two of you. Neither one of you were going to be the first to bring it up, so it sat between you, like a jack in the box and you both were afraid to crank it first, not wanting to see the thing pop up.

Eddie rested his hand on your thigh like he normally did and even thought you were upset with him, you weren’t going to deny his affection. You loved the way his rough skin felt on yours and you felt like you needed him to show you just how much he wanted you.

You wanted him compliment you as he pounded into you, causing you to let out countless moans. You wanted to feel his lips everywhere. Your neck, your tits, your pussy. You just needed his head between your thighs so badly that you were getting wet just thinking about it.

Eddie pulled up to the house that you shared and was quick to help you out of the van, still keeping a hold of your hand as he opened the garage door. You pulled your hand out of his as soon as the door was open and headed inside.

He needed to beg if he wanted to get lucky. Not that it would take much for you to give in. You would have done anything he told you just by him flashing his million dollar smile, his dark brown eyes shining.

Eddie followed you into the house and up the stairs, noticing how loudly you were stomping as you took each step. He usually liked pissing you off just to get the reaction he liked, but never to this level. He had really fucked up and he didn’t even know what he had done.

You got to your shared room and slammed the door once you were inside. Eddie winced at the sound and decided that he finally had enough. He had to get to the bottom of the problem.

“Alright.” He opened the door, not even bothering to close it. He couldn’t go any longer without knowing why you were so pissed at him. “What’s on your mind?”

How could he not know? He was laughing with another girl then acted like it was nothing? Maybe he wasn’t into you as much as you thought. Maybe what you had wasn’t as special as you had assumed. Maybe this was just the beginning of the end.

“Nothing, Eddie. Let’s just go to bed.” You really weren’t in the mood to start another fight with him.

“No, we’re gonna talk about this.” He put his hands on his hips. Wayne always told him to never go to bed angry and he intended on sticking to that advice.

“Fine, you wanna know what’s wrong?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Tell me, angel,” he stepped forward. “Please.”

“I saw you with her.” His eyebrows furrowed, trying to figure out who you could have been talking about.

“With who?” He had no idea what you were referring to and just wanted you to come out and say it.

“The groupie outside your dressing room.” Oh. He had completely forgotten about her as soon as she entered the dressing room. He couldn’t believe you were jealous of her. You were always the only girl on his mind.

“You’re jealous,” he chuckled and you just scoffed. You couldn’t believe that he was laughing at your pain.

“So what if am?” He wasn’t expecting you to admit it so easily, but he appreciated the honesty.

“There’s no need to be jealous, honey,” he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “You’re the one I love, remember?”

He had always said the word so easily, so matter-of-fact, as if he was telling you the weather forecast.

“You love me.” You crossed your arms over your chest, needing a little more than that to be convinced.

“Of course I do.” He gave your shoulders another squeeze before sliding his hands down to yours, holding them.

“Prove it.” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him. You wanted proof, needed it in fact.

“What?” He let out a scoff at your words. It wasn’t like you to have so much confidence in your words. You were usually so shy and quiet, but he liked seeing this new side of you.

“Prove it,” you repeated and he just let out another chuckle.

“How am I supposed to do that?” He stopped laughing once he saw you weren’t joking. You meant what you said, but he was going to do whatever you asked. He just wanted you to not be upset with him anymore. He needed to see your pretty smile.

“Beg.” Your eyes darkened as you spoke and Eddie’s widened at how authoritative you had become. You were so hot like this.

“Beg?”

“Beg,” you removed one of your hands from his and pointed to the floor. “On your knees.” He didn’t know why he was finding your bossy behavior so hot, but his dick was definitely hardening.

Eddie lowered himself to the floor, your hands still in his. He looked up at you and you loved seeing him from that point of view. He looked so small unlike his usual tall stature.

“I love you so much, angel,” he said, bringing your hands up to his lips. “So so much. You’re my girl and I’d never even think about cheating on you. You have no reason to be jealous, I swear.”

He grabbed a hold of your waist, burying his face into your stomach. Your hands found their way into his hair, giving his scalp a scratch. You figured he had suffered enough, but just needed one more thing.

“I’m so sorry. I wish you had told me how you were feeling sooner so I could reassure you.”

“I know how you could reassure me.” You were trying to sound flirty, but weren’t sure if you were doing it right. Flirting was always Eddie’s thing.

“How?” He asked, pulling back to look up at you.

“I need you.” Eddie was quick to stand up, trying to understand what you mean.

“I’m right here, honey.” He pulled you into his arms, giving you a tight hug. His hand rubbed your back in a comforting manner and normally, you would have taken that, but not tonight. You needed more. You needed to feel his skin against yours. His cock inside you.

“No, Eddie. I need you.” Your eyes darkened again and he was finally catching on to what you were meaning.

“Oh,” he let out a laugh. “That was all you had to say.” He hands wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into a kiss, capturing your bottom lip between his two. He took no time to lick into your mouth while his hands reached for the bottom of your shirt. He pulled it up over your head and let it fall to the floor.

You unbuttoned his shirt and threw it behind you before attaching your lips to his, taking no time to plunge your tongue into his mouth. You backed him up to the bed and pushed him down onto it before straddling his waist.

“You’re so hot,” he breathed as your lips moved down to his neck, giving it a suck before moving back up to his mouth.

“You’re hotter.” Eddie quickly flipped you over so you were the one on the mattress and you let out a gasp at the sudden movement. He straddled your waist and pinned your wrists to the bed before going straight for your shoulder.

“No, baby. You’re the hottest. Your body is fucking killer.” Eddie loved your body. You weren’t skinny by any means, but that just gave him more love on. He loved pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could find, loving to give special attention to your stretch marks. He thought they were cute and that they made you unique.

“You think so?”

“I know so, honey,” he pulled back to look at you. “Want me to show you?” His face lit up as he said the words and it made you even more wet knowing that he was so happy to show you just how much he liked your body.

“Please,” you whined and he kissed his way down to your chest, pressing a kiss right in the center of it, right above the middle of your bra. “Take it off,” you commanded.

He pressed another kiss to the skin and moved his hands behind your back, unhooking it as slowly as he possibly could. He could hear your sighs of frustration and tried to hold back his chuckle. He very slowly undid each hook and removed the bra completely, letting it clatter to the floor beside the bed.

Eddie then pinned you back down to the mattress and looked down at you with a devilish grin. He was always such a fucking tease.

“You’re even hotter than I remember,” he complimented as he stared down at your tits.

“I got hotter just from last night?”

“Sure did. Now hush, honey. I’m about to do my best work.” He moved one of his hands to your nipple, massaging it with the pad of his thumb, just enough for to make it hard before he brought his mouth to it. He licked a stripe across it before giving it a suck.

“Oh,” you let out a moan and he took that as an invitation to bring it between his teeth giving it a little nibble. “Oh, Eddie.”

He did the exact same thing to the other nipple, eliciting more pretty sounds from you and he was eating it up. He loved that only he could get that reaction from you.

Eddie kissed his way down your stomach and stopped once he got to your waist. He pressed a featherlight peck to each of your stretch marks before looking up at you.

“Can I remove-“

“Yes,” you cut him off, getting desperate for him to get it over with.

“Needy,” he chuckled.

“And you’re a tease. I need your mouth on my clit.” You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Whatever the princess wants, the princess gets.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off of you in one quick more before letting them fall to the floor in a messy pile behind him. He then reached for your underwear and slid them off before tossing them behind him. He lowered himself onto his knees then spread your legs and let out a whistle as he got a look at your pussy.

“Already wet for me, hm?” His fingers lightly grazed your cunt and you gave him that look that he knew all too well. You hated when he messed with you like this, but he did it just to see that angry look in your eyes. It never failed to make him hard.

“I think we both know the answer to that.” Eddie liked you best when you were like that, all angry and bothered.

“Wow, doll,” his fingers stayed where they are, moving back and forth so you got a little sensation but not the full thing. Eddie liked it when you begged. “That just might be a record.”

“Stop fucking around.” You usually liked the little games he liked to play, but not tonight.

“Someone’s eager,” he teased with a smirk and you were honestly on the verge of pleasuring yourself since he was taking too long. This was always how it went so you didn’t know why you ever expected anything different.

“Of course I’m eager, I’m-” your words were cut off when Eddie thrusted his fingers into your pussy. “Oh.”

“That’s right, doll.” His fingers pumped in and out, causing you to let out a moan.

“Eddie,” you whined and he just smirked.

“Say my name, honey.” He continued, thrusting them harder and faster as you let out another moan, grasping as the bedding underneath you, needing something to grab onto.

“Need your mouth, Eds,” you mewled and he removed his fingers before draping your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a kiss to each thigh before diving into your pussy and you let out a gasp. He licked a stripe from your slit to your clit before shoving it into your pussy, swirling it around as your hands dug further into the bedding.

You let out a loud moan and Eddie only buried his face further into your cunt, grazing the thing with his teeth and that drove you wild. You almost screamed at the sensation and Eddie did it once more to hear the sound again. Your thighs tightened at the feeling, causing them the press against the side of his head and he spread them, removing himself from your cunt.

You let out a whine at his absence and he ripped off his pants, desperate to be inside you. He moved to his bedside table and reached for his box of condoms, only to find that it was empty.

“I’m okay with it if you are,” you told him, seeing what the issue was. And you were okay with it. You suddenly liked the idea of feeling his bare cock inside of you.

“You’re sure? What about-“

“If I get pregnant, I get pregnant,” you shrugged. The two of you had talked about having a baby and even discussed trying, but he didn’t think it would be so soon. He couldn’t have been more happy, though. He loved the idea of having a baby that was a product of the two of you making love to each other.

“You want to have a baby with me?” His face lit up. Sure, being a rockstar was cool, but he was convinced that being a father and husband were the roles he was convinced he was put on this earth for.

“I’d be honored to have a baby with you, Eds.” You didn’t know why he was asking since you had talked about it at length.

“Well, there’s no time like the present,” he smiled, ripping off his underwear. He lined himself up with your pussy and slowly slid his dick into you. You let out a small noise as the sensation. You never had unprotected sex before so it felt a little odd at first, but you had to admit that you liked the way it felt, that there was no barrier between his cock and your pussy.

Eddie slowly thrusted into you, wanting it to be nice and sweet for once. He wanted this to be a sweet moment between the two of you. Something you’d remember for the rest of your lives.

His hands gripped your hips as he pumped in and out, paying you compliment after compliment, showering you with the sweetest words as he thrusted inside you, assuring you of his love for you.

You let out moan after moan as he pumped into you and you grabbed onto him, pressing your face into his neck. His thrusted a little harder and your fingers dug into his back, but not enough to actually hurt him.

“Taking me so well, honey,” he said, pumping a little faster and harder. He was just testing the waters to see what you liked without the condom.

“Eddie,” was all you were able to say, your words getting slurred as your head leaned back.

“I know, princess,” he brushed some sweaty hair out of your face. “Got one more for me, hon?”

“One more,” you repeated. He gave a couple more thrusts, these ones harder and faster than before and you let out the most pretty moans he had ever heard come from your mouth. He hadn’t thought you’d liked it rough, but he supposed his was wrong.

He pulled out and lowered you to the mattress before cleaning you up and getting you some fresh pajamas from the drawer you had them tucked away in. He helped you change into them then got into his own before getting you both under the covers.

You turned over to face him and you wrapped your arms around each other, tangling your legs together as you did so. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he looked at you, the love of his life. God, he was so fucking lucky.

“I love you,” he smiled, bringing one of his hands up to your face and you smiled as well.

“I love you too.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips in response.

“You’re going to be a great mom.” His thumb rubbed back and forth along your cheek and you closed your eyes, loving the way it felt. You could tell he meant the words, not only because he never said anything he didn’t mean, but also because of the way he looked when he said it, his eyes all soft and sweet.

“And you’re going to be a great dad.” He felt himself tearing up at your words and yours teared up too. He pulled you in for another kiss and the two of you drifted off to sleep, thinking of nothing but cribs and high chairs and the extra bedroom you had that would have made a perfect nursery. Maybe if things went right, you’d actually be parents.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x shy!reader

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munsonsmixtapes · 5 days

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: a bathroom counter make out with your husband, Eddie

word count: 1,509

cw: none!

The bathroom counter was cluttered with various makeup products and brushes that you had been using to get ready for the night. You were always so caught up in perfecting your looks that you barely even noticed when you had made such a mess until it was time to clean up. Maybe it was unfair to the person who you shared the bathroom with, but he hardly minded.

Eddie, your husband, was sitting on the counter next to your sink, watching you like he always insisted on doing any time you got ready. He claimed to find the whole process fascinating, loving the techniques you used to apply everything. He was always there to give you feedback and hype you up no matter how crazy or weird of a look you were doing. He was your number one fan no matter what.

You grabbed your eyeliner pencil that had been sitting on the counter next to Eddie and gave him a smile as you did so. The smile was returned, love clear in his eyes. He reached for your hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it before letting you have it back.

You applied the eyeliner to your upper and lower lash lines then pulled down your bottom lid to line your waterline. Eddie always found that part particularly fascinating; how it always seemed to make the whole thing come together. Especially when it all smudged after a full day of wearing it.

Maybe he liked it so much because he wished he could wear it. He wanted to, and had even wanted to ask you to help him apply it, but he could never get the guts. He had recited his vows to you in front of a whole church full of people, but couldn’t ask for a little liner? Why did it scare him so much?

You turned to him and he hadn’t realized that he had been so close until he noticed that your noses were almost touching. You could see him eyeing the pencil in your hand and knew exactly what he was wanting. You weren’t sure why he wouldn’t just come out and say it. You wouldn't have judged him. In fact, you thought that men wearing eyeliner was hot.

“Do you want some, honey?” You asked, and he just nodded.

“Please?” He asked and you moved to stand in between his legs. He grabbed hold of your waist and you took the eyeliner and slowly lifted it up to his left eye, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

“Close your eyes,” You instructed and he obeyed, closing his eyes. You slowly and gently lined the top lid, rubbing it with your finger to give it the smoky look. You thought that would look the best with his eye shape and color. You then lined the bottom lid, doing the exact same thing before moving to the other eye, trying your best to make them look somewhat even.

“Waterline too?” You asked and he just furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn't up to date on the makeup terminology so he honestly had no idea what you were talking about. “Here,” you pointed to the spot on yourself and he nodded enthusiastically.

You lowered his bottom eyelid and moved as quickly as possible since it was his first time and you knew it could feel uncomfortable. You then lined his other eye then pulled back to examine your work, nodding to yourself in approval. You grabbed your mirror from your makeup bag and handed it to Eddie so he could see for himself before moving out of the way so he could get a better look.

He let out a gasp at his reflection, moving the mirror every which way to see it at different angles, his mouth agape. He couldn’t believe how good he looked, how hot. He knew that you were good at doing makeup, but you had truly outdone yourself. You made him look like the rockstars he had always looked up to, the ones he aspired to be just like. Now that he had a little taste, he was going to have to ask you to do it for him everyday.

“Darling,” he gasped again. “I look hot.” He set the mirror aside so he could see you again and beckoned you forward with his pointer finger. You stepped between his legs once again and he rested his hands on your waist, pulling you closer before wrapping his arms around you.

“I agree,” you nodded. “But I always think you’re hot.”

“Babe, do you have a crush on me?” He teased and you just rolled your eyes.

“Eddie,” you chuckled. “We’re literally married.”

“Just answer the question, y/n.” He pulled you closer to him, his lips right by your ear.

“Yes, Eds, I have a crush on you.” Sometimes he was so ridiculous, but you couldn’t help but love him. He made it so easy.

“Don’t say that too loud, my wife might hear you,” he whispered, making goosebumps rise on your arms. “Now give me some sugar.”

You pressed your lips to his in a quick peck and tried to move away, but his arms only wrapped around you tighter. You let out a laugh at how childish he was acting. He didn’t play when it came to your kisses. If he had it his way, he would have kissed you forever.

“Eddie,” you laughed. “We have to finish getting ready.”

“One kiss and I’ll let you go.” You knew there was no getting out of it, but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

“Needy,” you replied, leaning into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands rubbed along your back as his face inched towards yours.

“Very.” His lips slotted between yours in a gentle kiss which was typical to expect when he had asked. Those kinds of kisses were always filled with so much love, as if he was trying to show you exactly how he felt with his lips.

His arms tightened around you as he licked into your mouth. You let out a laugh as you pulled away, Eddie trying to chase your lips as you did so.

“Eddie,” you chuckled. “We’re going to be late.” You both were supposed to be at Robin’s in twenty minutes for her birthday party and now you were definitely going to be late. She shouldn’t have been surprised, though. This was very like you and Eddie since you had become a couple all those years ago.

You had become the kind of couple who couldn’t keep their hands off each other. But only behind closed doors. When in public, the most you would do was hold hands. Over time, your entire friend group had become aware of your inability to be able to keep your hands to yourselves and made fun of you for it. It had become a joke between all of them and you had let them laugh because it had been true, after all.

“So?” He pressed another kiss to your lips. “Everyone already assumes we’re going to be late anyway. Why not take advantage?” Another kiss, this one lingering.

“Eddie, we can’t fuck right now,” you rolled your eyes.

“No one said anything about fucking, darling. I just want some kisses. Can you do that for your hubby?”

“If you never refer to yourself as my hubby ever again.”

“Consider it a deal, sugar.” He pulled you in for another kiss, taking no time to swipe his tongue along your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting him inside. His tongue roamed around, roughly scraping against yours. His legs wrapped around your waist, causing the two of you to be chest to chest.

Eddie leaned into you, his hands moving down your back only to go up your shirt and underneath your bra. He lifted your shirt over your head, setting it next to him before removing his own. His lips pressed to your neck then moved down to your shoulder, moving the strap of your bra to give him more access.

“So pretty,” he mumbled against your shoulder. “So so pretty.”

“You’re the pretty one,” you replied and his lips moved back up to yours.

“Let’s agree that we’re both pretty, okay?” You supposed you could agree to that. Although, you liked having the little argument about who was prettier. He was always going to win that competition.

“Sounds good,” you replied, moving your hands to his hair, pressing your lips to his once more. Your fingers pressed into his scalp as you licked into his mouth and he let out a moan as you grabbed a fistful of his hair.

“So good, baby,” he whined, his legs wrapping tighter around your waist. You backed away and he removed his legs from you. He then leapt off the counter and you took him by the hand to lead him to your shared bedroom. You were so going to be late to the party.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut

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munsonsmixtapes · 6 days

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Do people realize that Israel is so unrestrained that it’s now launching attacks in Lebanon and Syria as well. Do people realize how little Arab people mean to these genocidal maniacs that they are now killing people in three Arab countries. Can genocide apologists pause their pure hatred for Arabs to at the very least admit this. Or are we going to pretend that Israel has a reason to be intensifying attacks in Damascus right now

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munsonsmixtapes · 6 days

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Sudan still desperately needs aid--it needs a lot of things, but it is approaching a dangerous point with famine and mass death due to hunger imminent.

These are the kinds of headlines we're getting now:

Here's an ongoing fundraiser:

I linked it before, to help with Ramadan, but it's an ongoing initiative, the need has not stopped.

I picked this gofundme because it's been boosted by people I trust and you can see pictures online of the food they've provided, e.g.:

But I also picked this because you can see the amount of donations. It's 2pm ET on Saturday, April 20th right now? For the next week, whatever's donated, I'll match for a total up to $2,000 (we'll say 2,750 CAD, since the gofundme is in Canadian dollars).

You don't have to send me a receipt, I just ask that you donate and boost.

Edited on 2024-04-22:

We've met and passed the goal! Feel free to donate further, but I've gone ahead and donated the $2,750 matching already. :)))

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munsonsmixtapes · 7 days

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Don’t Want You Like a Best Friend

tasm!peter x bestie!fem!reader

word count: 2,568

cw: none!

The library was practically empty except for a few other students sprinkled throughout the building. You liked it when it was this way. There was no one to bother you and you didn’t have to share your table so you could spread your books across it as you pleased.

You had been there practically all day, working on homework and studying for the many tests you had throughout the week. You were getting tired, and maybe you should have taken a break, but you really needed to get your work done.

Maybe you were too hard on yourself where education was concerned. But you were on a scholarship and had to maintain certain grades to remain a student. But you were smart so nobody understood why you worked as hard as you did. You could have gotten straight As in your sleep.

“Unbelievable.” You looked up from your textbook to find your best friend Peter standing at the end of your table. He was dressed in an unbuttoned burnt orange flannel with a gray t-shirt under it with a pair of black jeans. He was wearing his glasses for once, which you always liked on him. You thought they looked cute. He was also holding his skateboard which was typically his mode of transportation to get across campus. He was shaking his head, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But he could. It seemed like you were always there, at that exact table with your nose in a textbook. He would have been convinced that you lived there if he hadn't hung out at your dorm from time to time. He knew that studying was important, but at the rate you were doing it, he knew you weren’t getting much sleep.

“What?” You turned back to your book, continuing to read as if Peter wasn’t even there. Peter took the seat next to you and set his skateboard in his lap. He turned to you and licked his lips before he spoke.

“I walked here with you this morning and it’s now,” he looked at the watch on his wrist. “Almost five.”

“I know what time it is, Peter,” you shook your head, scribbling some more words down in your notebook. You actually had no idea what time it was, but you hated to admit when he was right.

“I brought you dinner,” he reached into his backpack and pulled out a sandwich from your favorite deli that was down the road. He set it on the table and you looked at it, feeling your mouth water. You hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

“You didn’t have to do that, Pete.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But I wanted to. Now eat up. We’ve got plans.” Peter almost always had something planned for the both of you to do when you didn’t have class. He thought that college was all about making the most of your freedom and not being holed up in your room watch Doctor Who for the billionth time like you always wanted to do.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You took the sandwich and removed the wrapping to see that it was made just how you liked it with all of your favorite toppings. Sometimes you thought Peter knew you too well.

“Y/n, you’ve been here all day. It’s time to close the books.” He took one of them and shut it before putting it into your backpack.

“Peter,” you whined, reaching for the book he had grabbed from the table. He just held it out of your reach with a laugh. He dropped it into your backpack and did the same thing with the others until the table was empty. He zipped up the bag and put it on his back before grabbing his skateboard.

“C’mon, we’ve gotta move,” he held his hand out to you and dragged you to the entrance of the library while you finished up your sandwich.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you and Peter became friends; you were always just attached at the hip. You had been that way your entire lives which made it hard when you realized that you had romantic feelings for him. How could you not have? He was sweet and caring and not to mention easy on the eyes. He was the complete and total package but you couldn’t have him. You couldn’t risk losing the most important relationship in your life

Unbeknownst to you, Peter felt the exact same way. He loved you. He loved you so much that it made his heart ache. He realized it the moment you shared your first kiss. Sure, it wasn’t supposed to mean anything since you were just trying to get it out of the way since neither of you had done it before. But it had meant something to Peter. The moment his lips touched yours, he knew that you were the only person he’d ever want to kiss for as long as he lived.

Despite your unknown love for each other, nothing about your friendship changed. Maybe now you held hands but that was only because of the busy New York streets. You had just been thinking about your safety. You totally hadn’t been thinking about his warm, rough hand in yours as he stroked yours with the pad of his thumb while you walked.

Peter pulled you to the ice cream shop you both always frequented and opened the door for you. You stepped up to the counter and ordered your usual while Peter stood next to you, waiting his turn. He watched you pick out the toppings for your frozen treat and knew exactly what you were going to get. You were always so predictable, but then again, so was he.

He loved watching you do little things like that. He loved hearing the sweet voice you used to speak to service workers and watching you thank them once the transaction was over. You were always so polite and that was one of the things he

Once you both had your ice cream, Peter led you down the street to the park you always hung out in. It was a nice day and he couldn’t believe that you had spent the majority of it in the library studying. Well, maybe he could. He was always worrying about you working too hard. College was supposed to be about having fun and making new memories and he was concerned you weren’t doing enough of that.

The park was pretty crowded because of the nice weather but that didn’t stop you and Peter from going to your favorite spot. There was a fountain directly in the center of the park that the two of you always made a wish at. Your wishes were always the same but neither of you wanted to admit what they were under the excuse that the wishes wouldn’t come true if you told each other. You wished for something more with Peter just as he wished for something more with you.

With your ice creams polished off, Peter took hold of your hand again once you entered the park. He just wanted to feel your soft skin against his as a reminder that you were right next to him. He didn’t want to lose you. Literally. You were always known to get distracted and run off before he even realized you were gone, so holding your hand was the only way to make sure you stayed right by his side.

You both made a beeline for the fountain and Peter was quick to set his skateboard and your backpack down once you got there. He then fished two pennies out of his pocket before handing one to you. You closed your eyes tight as you made your wish and Peter decided that he could not have been more in love with you at that moment. He admired how much effort you put into everything, even your wishes that you both knew would never come true.

He watched the way your face scrunched up as you closed your eyes tighter and felt his heart swell. He just loved you so much that it hurt sometimes. There was so much love in his chest and he wasn’t able to express it in the ways he wanted to. He wanted to tell you he loved you, and not in the best friend way that was always assumed when he said the words. He wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you whenever he wanted, to finally taste the cherry lip balm you always seemed to be applying.

You both threw your pennies into the fountain and Peter decided that he was finally going to do something about how he felt. Maybe. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that he felt like he needed to sit down. He took a seat on the fountain ledge and you sat right next to him, your knees touching. You leaned your head against his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close.

“Thanks, Pete,” you mumbled, burying your face further into his neck.

“Anytime, bug.” His hand grabbed hold of your arms and he rubbed it comfortingly, the action calming him down.

You pulled back to look at him and realized how close your faces were to one another. At the close proximity, you were immediately transported back to the time you had your first and last kiss. You were both thirteen and had been subjected to a game of spin the bottle at your first girl/boy party. It was Peter’s turn and everyone knew that he liked you; everyone but you, of course. And they had all been hoping that the bottle had landed on you and by some stroke of luck, it did.

Peter slowly crawled toward you and your nerves were at an all-time high. You had never kissed anyone, especially not your best friend. And now you were going to do it in front of practically everyone in your grade. You were terrified, but your curiosity outweighed the scared feeling.

Everyone was chanting and rooting for the boy and that only made him feel more nervous. He had wanted to kiss you so badly, but not there, not under peer pressure. He wanted to do it when he felt the time was right, but he didn’t want anyone to make fun of him for not going for it. He slowly reached up and rested his hand on your cheek then pulled you in for the shortest, gentlest peck before pulling away. Both of you had pink tinted cheeks and it took everything in the both of you not to leave right then and there. Everyone in the circle cheered as he pulled away which only made the whole thing more embarrassing.

Neither of you had spoken about it after it had happened, but it was still something you thought about often. You had wanted to kiss him for real, but couldn’t get yourself to make a move. You just wanted to know what his lips actually felt like slotted between yours.

You noticed Peter leaning closer and you felt yourself start to panic. It was too soon. Despite waiting twelve years for him to actually kiss and how that he finally was, you weren’t sure how to feel. It was almost as if you were afraid to want it.

You had to get away. And fast. You couldn’t actually go through with it. If you did, you just knew that you’d want more and you wouldn’t get it. He was just caught up in that moment, that was all.

Yet, you found yourself leaning forward. He rested his hand on your cheek and looked at you, gauging your reaction. You gave him a nod and he slowly pulled your face to his, slotting his lips between yours. You rested your hands on his chest and his other hand grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to him.

The kiss was sweet and gentle, just like him. And it was everything that you wanted it to be. Better than any other kiss you had received from anyone else. Maybe it had been because you hadn’t been kissed in a while, but you were pretty sure it was Peter.

He pulled away before you were ready and pressed his forehead to yours, a wide grin spreading across his face. You couldn’t help but mimic his facial expression, a giggle escaping your lips. He let out his own laugh, the giggle sounding so pretty and melodic.

“I love you,” he said, trying to catch his breath despite your kiss not having lasted very long. Your eyes widened at his words. It couldn’t be true, could it? That he felt the same way? You had to be dreaming. In just a few seconds, you’d wake up in your bed.

“I love you too,” you replied before you could stop yourself and Peter’s grin only widened before he went for another kiss, this one a bit more rough, like he couldn’t take one more second of not having his lips on yours.

He pulled away but only so he could pull you into his lap, his hands going to your waist while your arms wrapped around his neck. You pressed your chest to his and captured his top lip between your two. He smiled against your lips, making it difficult for you to proceed but it was hard not to smile as well. He laughed into your mouth and that only made you want to laugh as well.

“God, I love you,” you told him and you could see his cheeks turn pink at your words.

“And I love you too. So much.” Your heart swelled at his words. He actually reciprocated your feelings, loving you just as much as you loved him. So your wish had actually come true after years of making the same one. It took too long for your liking, but you were grateful that it had happened at all.

“Go out with me?” The question sounded so desperate and needy that you couldn’t help but want to say yes. All of your childhood dreams were finally coming true. You were going to go on a date with Peter Parker, your best friend.

“I’d want nothing more.” You were surprised at how effortless it was to talk about your feelings for each other. With other people, it was always weird and awkward, but with Peter, it was like talking about something as simple as the weather. Everything was always so simple with him.

“So I can call you my boyfriend?” He only smiled at that, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He wanted to be your boyfriend so badly. And maybe if he played his card right, you’d eventually call him your husband.

“As long as you’re my girlfriend,” he replied, pulling you in for another kiss, this one longer than the others, so gentle. Like he was convinced he was going to break you if he applied any more pressure.

“So that means I’m yours?” He couldn’t believe that you were even asking. Of course your were his. You had been his since the two of you were eight years old.

“You always were, honey,” he said diving back in for one of many more kisses that you’d share together.

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i absolutely agree that xreader can be so healing and promote self love and acceptance in unique and powerful ways but also it lets you fuck nasty with your faves and i think that is just so beautiful

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Teach Me

Steve x bi!fem!reader

word count: 6,593

cw: MDNI 18+ smut, oral (f receiving) fingering, (f receiving)

Part Five: Lesson Four

You stared up at the ceiling with your sister curled up into your side. You had no idea what time it was, but you knew it was late. All you could think about was Steve and how much you needed him. You should have just let him take you right there on his couch when you had the chance. Maybe then you wouldn’t have been thinking about how wet you were and how much you needed to do something about.

You couldn’t satisfy your needs yourself with your sister being right there you knew you needed to go for the next best thing. You crept out of your bed and snuck into the living room, trying not to wake up your mother and quickly threw open the door before racing across the way to Eddie’s.

You pounded on the door, not seeing Wayne’s car and kept knocking until it opened. Eddie was there on the other side, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t know why you were there, but let you in anyway.

“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” he told you, his voice raspy from sleep. Seeing how tired he was, you were starting to feel bad for waking him up.

“I know, but I need you.” You stepped closer to him and his eyes opened a little wider, concern evident on his face.

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” He reached for you, trying to do what he could to help.

“No, Eddie,” you shook your head. “I need you.” You pulled him to you by the collar of his shirt.

“Maybe start with that next time. Almost gave me a heart attack.”

“How can I make it up to you?” You blinked a couple of times, batting your eyelashes.

“I can think of a few ways,” he winked before pulling your to him roughly, pressing his lips to yours. He must have been in a good mood because he rarely kissed you before you started fucking. He usually got right into the act, not really a big fan of kissing or foreplay. But that was how you liked it. You didn’t need any of that. All you needed was his cock.

Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip and he let it explore his mouth as his hands moved down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. You let out a yelp and he only laughed before continuing where he left off. Your hand wound their way into his messy hair and his hands moved up your shirt, one staying at your back while the other moved to your tit, giving it a light squeeze. He ran this thumb along your nipple, pressing down on it just enough to make it hard.

“Eddie,” you moaned and he continued to massage the area, loving how quick he was able to make you moan. He moved over to the other nipple to give it the same attention and you let out another moan, giving his hair a tug in response to the pleasure.

“I know, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.” His hand let go of your breast and both of them moved down to the backs of your legs. You understood what he was hinting at and jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles at his back. His hands grabbed onto your ass and started moving backwards towards his room.

The door hit the wall at the aggressive nature in which he opened it and he slammed it closed before throwing the two of you onto his bed, his back hitting the mattress while you straddled him.

You took his bottom lips between your teeth and gave it a soft nibble, causing him to let out a whine. You bit down even harder at the noise, and he let out a loud moan.

“Oh, baby. You know exactly what you’re doing.” Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip to diffuse the pain and he opened his mouth, letting your tongue swish around. He tasted like tobacco with a hint of mint from what you assumed was either toothpaste or gum. Even though it was an odd flavor combination you had grown to love it, especially since it had been associated with Eddie.

His hands moved under your shirt and lifted it from your body before throwing it across the room into one of his many messy piles of clothing before grabbing onto your waist and flipping you over so you were the one against the mattress. He removed his own shirt then pulled you into a bruising kiss before moving his hands to your shorts. He looked up at you for approval as if asking if he could proceed.

“Take them off,” you demanded. You were getting desperate, your pussy practically aching from needing at least something inside it. He quickly removed and smirked at the very wet spot on your lightly colored underwear.

“Wow,” he smiled up at you. “This must be a new record, doll.” He removed your underwear and tossed them to the side. He then took two of his fingers and lightly grazed your cunt, looking up at you with a devilish smirk. He can see the angry look on your face and it was making his dick hard. He loved to piss you off sometimes.

His fingers continued to fiddle with your cunt, but never actually went inside it. It was driving you crazy. It made you feel at least a little pleasure, but not the amount you needed.

“Stop fucking around,” you commanded but he only continued.

“Sorry, doll. Gonna need the magic word,” he winked.

“What fucking magic word, Eddie?” You asked, tired of his stupid games. “I swear I’m going to-oh.” Your words were cut off by him shoving his fingers into your cunt.

“This’ll teach you for being fucking brat,” he spit and that only made you more wet. You loved when he got like that, all angry and bothered. You loved when he insulted you like that.

“You love when I’m a brat,” you bat your eyelashes. “You love to punish me.” At that, he pumped his fingers harder and faster, making you come undone. You grabbed onto his arms, digging your nails into the skin at the pleasure he was making you feel.

“Eds,” you moaned. “So good.”

“Yeah? You like that, you little brat?” He asked, pumping even harder, both the name and the action driving you wild.

“More,” you whined. “Need your mouth on my cunt.” He supposed he had tortured you long enough and decided to give in. He removed his fingers from you completely then grabbed hold of your ankles, pulling you further down the mattress so he could have better access.

He then got onto his knees in front of the foot of the bed before spreading your legs wide, seeing a little puddle of liquid on the mattress underneath your cunt, showing him just how wet he had gotten you.

“Damn, sugar,” he let out a whistle. “I see how much of an effect I have on you.”

“Shut up,” you snapped and he just grinned.

“Ooh, you’re feisty this morning. Am I going to have to punish you for that?” You normally loved being punished, but in that moment, you were getting tired of him.

“I don’t care about being punished right now. If you don’t eat me out in the next five seconds, I’m going to take care of myself.” He knew he had pushed you too far, but he just liked to mess with you, maybe a little too much.

“I love when you’re bossy,” he smirked before grabbing hold of your legs and draping them over his shoulders. He then took no time to dive in, licking back and forth from your slit to her clit. You grabbed onto his hair, giving it a yank, letting him know how much you were enjoying yourself. He swirled his tongue and you just pulled his hair harder.

“Oh, Eds.” You tugged onto his hair even harder to the point where he was surprised that you hadn’t pulled any out.

“You like that, sugar?” He continued to lick back and forth before diving into your cunt with his tongue, and you let out a loud gasp.

“Fuck, baby, feels so good.” He swirled his tongue around your cunt before lightly grazing the sensitive spot with his teeth, causing you to let out what almost sounded like a scream. He took that as an invitation to continue, applying more pressure with his teeth to see if you make the sound again and you did, louder that time.

“Holy shit, Eds.”

“I know,” he responded. “Taking me so well, sugar.”

He went back to using his tongue, grabbing onto your thighs and pushing his face further into it to give himself more access. You let out a gasp and he pushed his tongue into your pussy, giving it one last taste, swirling it around roughly.

You let out your loudest moan yet, so loud that you were sure that the neighbors could hear you clearly. It wouldn’t have been the first time you had gotten a complaint.

Eddie pulled his face away from your pussy and you let go of his hair, collapsing onto the bed while he hovered over you, an innocent smile on his face as if he hadn’t just done the filthiest things to your pussy. He pressed his lips to your forehead then lowered himself down onto, burying his face into the spot between your tits. He pressed an open mouthed kiss there then pulled back, resting a hand on each tit.

“I missed these,” he gave them a squeeze and you just let out a laugh at how quickly he could switch up from being so hot to acting like a teenager. “I think they’re my favorite feature of yours.”

“I thought you liked my ass the best,” you tilted your head to the side. He could never forget your ass, but thought that your tits deserved some love sometimes. .

“Oh, I do,” he smirked, reaching underneath you to grab hold of your ass, cupping it with his hands. He gave your cheeks a rough squeeze, following that with a hard slap. You let out a yelp and he just laughed at your reaction. “We should go to sleep.”

“We should,” you nodded in agreement and he handed you the t-shirt that you usually wore before grabbing one for himself. You both threw them over your heads then got under the covers. He reached over you and turned off the lamp before turning his back to you.

“But we don’t have to.” He was quick to turn back to you, a devilish grin appearing on his pretty pink mouth.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, sugar,” he winked before diving under the covers for a second round.

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The late afternoon summer breeze hit Steve’s face as soon as he exited his house. The night before was still swirling around in his head, consuming every thought. He had really hoped that the next lesson included another make out session or maybe even more if you were comfortable. He desperately needed to know what your skin felt like against his. He needed to know what your moans sounded like and how you liked to be fucked. The whole thing was driving him crazy.

He was about to go pick up Robin so they could head to the diner yet again and he was looking forward to seeing you again but not looking forward to his friend asking him about what had happened between the two of you. That was where he drew the line.

Once he got into his car, he pulled a tape from his glove compartment before putting it into the player. He turned it down low since the last person who had been in his car was Eddie who had borrowed it while his van was in the shop. Eddie always liked his music super loud to the point where Steve was surprised that he could actually pay attention to the road. Between that and his need to go over speed limits, he was surprised that the man was allowed to drive at all.

Steve pulled up to Robin’s where she was standing at the end of the driveway. Her arms were crossed over her chest and a scowl made its way upon her face as her eyes met with Steve’s.

“You’re late,” she told him as he rolled down the window to speak to her.

“Sorry, sorry. Overslept.” She didn’t need to know the real reason why he was late. That, he would keep to himself.

Robin got into the passenger seat and threw her purse into the floorboard before turning to Steve who was already looking at her. She immediately clocked the bruise on his neck and her eyes widened, reaching over to push the collar of his shirt down to get a better glimpse.

“Damn,” she whistled. “Who did it?”

“Y/n,” he replied, smirking triumphantly. Finally, Robin and Eddie’s scheming actually got them somewhere. Maybe if they worked a little harder, they could actually get the two of them to go on a date.

“Y/n did that?” Her eyes widened. She would have figured that you would have run when you heard that Robin wasn’t going to be there, but she was really glad that you ended up staying.

“Yep,” he nodded, trying to hold back a smile. He had been late because he had been debating covering it up with some of his mom’s makeup, but he couldn’t get himself. He was going to wear it as a badge of honor.

“How did it happen?” She turned to fully face him, ready for all of the details.

“We made out.” The words came out so nonchalantly but his eyes were all dreamy. Robin liked seeing him like that. That he had finally found someone who could make him feel the way he made all those women feel. And this time, the feelings were reciprocated. She was sure of it.

“Why am I just now hearing about this?” She gave his shoulder a shove. “You know, as your best friend, the least I deserve is a call after you made out with the girl you’ve been crushing on for months.” Robin never liked hearing about his dates, especially when he went into specifics so he wondered why you had been so special.

“I’m sorry, it was late.” And it had been and he had been too in a daze to form proper sentences.

“You should be sorry,” she grumbled. “As an apology I want all the details.”

“It’s not as hot as you think, Rob. She was just helping me figure out why I can’t go all the way with women anymore.” And that was true. Well, initially. By the end, you were kissing him because you wanted to.

“Did you tell her the reason why you can’t is because you always see her instead of the person you’re supposed to see?” Why would he have told you that? That would have sent you packing and you would have never wanted to speak to him again.

“No? That would have freaked her out.” And it would have revealed his giant crush on you and he wasn’t sure he wanted that to come out just yet.

“What did she say when she found out that there was no actual problem?”

“All she said was that she didn’t understand why I needed help then kissed me again.”

“Oh, so you admit that you both just ended up making out for pleasure.” She let out a laugh. Her plan had worked perfectly.

“Sure, I’ll admit it. It was great. She was…great.” He let out a contented sigh and Robin just rolled her eyes.

“God, you are so in love with her it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m not-I’m not in love with her,” he scoffed as if that was a ridiculous thing for her to say. He was in love with you, actually. So much so that it hurt.

“Right, right,” she nodded. “And denial is a river in Egypt.”

“Okay, so maybe I love her. So what?” Saying the words, he realized just how true they had been. It was just just a crush anymore. He was head over heels, totally and completely in love with you.

“So what? She’s the first girl you’ve actually been interested in since Nancy. This is huge!”

“But she doesn’t feel the same way so what’s the point, Rob?” Robin was very confident that you actually did feel the same way. She could see it in the way you looked at him. In the way he always seemed to have more fries with his order at the diner than she did. In the way you flirted with him in a way that you didn’t with others. It was all there.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She let out another laugh. “She likes you too. She’s just not as forward as you.”

“Whatever. Let’s go.” He was really hoping that you did feel the same way, but he couldn’t have been sure. He could tell when other people were crushing on him, but you were hard to read. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking like he could with the other girls in town, but he kind of liked that.

The car pulled up to the diner and Steve couldn’t help but notice that the parking lot was pretty empty which made him happy that maybe he’d have a chance to talk to you since the place wasn’t busy. That is, if you were there. Of course you were. You always worked on Sundays.

The pair entered the restaurant and Steve scanned the place for you, his eyes finding you immediately at one of the tables…with Eddie. He didn’t know why, but he could feel jealousy bubbling up inside of him watching you shove Eddie’s shoulder. He knew that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. The two of you had a special bond and he couldn’t compete with that. Eddie got you in a way that Steve just didn’t.

He suggested that he and Robin sit at the bar for a change. It totally wasn’t so he had the perfect view of you. He just wanted a change of scenery. He took a menu from the little holder in front of him and held it up in front of his face before slowly peeking over the top to not seem so obvious about his staring.

You turned to look at him and gave him a wave accompanied by a flirty smile. He was quick to wave back, a grin making its way upon his face. He had been so focused on waving at you that he had abandoned the menu altogether, causing it to fall to the floor in a loud clatter.

Everyone in the diner turned to see what the cause of the noise was and he felt his cheeks heat up as he hopped off his stool to retrieve the thing. Once he had it in his hands, they all went back to what they had initially been doing.

“God,” Eddie scoffed, looking over at you. “You’ve really got him whipped.” You knew that he was right, but you were still having a hard time grasping that concept.

“Shut up,” you shoved him. “He’s just clumsy.”

“Sure, maybe that’s part of it, but you have to admit that that was your fault.”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I did.” You didn’t want to have the conversation anymore and decided that you needed to get away. “I’m gonna go on my break, okay?”

“So, in other words, you’re going to go sit with Harrington and flirt with him some more.”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “We’ll see.”

After you clocked out for your break, you made a beeline for the bar, taking a seat at the bar right next to Steve. He turned to you and could see him melt just by being near you. You were beginning to think that maybe you had a bigger effect on him as you had initially thought.

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted, nudging your shoulder with his.

“Hi,” he beamed and you leaned forward to get a glimpse at the girl on the other side of him, knowing you needed to greet her as well.

“Hey, Robin,” you smiled.

“Hey, y/n,” she mimicked your facial expression then turned back to her shake.

You looked at Steve and eyed the soda that was sitting in front of him. You were so thirsty, not having had anything to drink since the cup of coffee you had that morning. The ice made it look so inviting and you knew that it would be cold going down your throat, quenching your thirst. Without a word, Steve shoved the cup in your direction.

“Oh, no,” you shook your head. “That’s okay.”

“You were looking at it longingly. Clearly you want some.”

“Aren’t you afraid of germs?” He leaned closer to you, lowering his voice as he spoke.

“You literally had your tongue in my mouth last night so I think drinking from my cup should be fine,” he winked and you felt your cheeks heat. You put the straw between your lips and took a few sips before handing the cup back to him.

“You keep it. I’ll buy another one.” Your heart fluttered at the gesture, feeling all warm and fuzzy, like a blanket fresh from the dryer.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him, knowing that he wouldn’t have let you protest.

“Of course,” he nodded and called for someone behind the bar to order another soda.

You spent your entire break talking with Steve and Robin, wondering why it had taken you so long to actually get to know them. They were both so friendly and funny and you could see yourself wanting to hang out with them regularly.

You loved watching them bicker like siblings, going back and forth over such trivial things like what dessert they were going to order or what they were going to watch for their movie night. They just had an unexplainable bond that other people just didn’t understand. They were soulmates, but in a platonic way, just like you and Eddie.

“Well,” you sighed. “I’ve got to get back to work.” Steve looked at his watch, wondering how thirty minutes could have gone by that fast. Time always seemed to be doing that when he was around you.

“It was nice to catch up,” Robin smiled.

“Likewise,” you agreed before turning back to Steve, leaning forward and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “Come over tonight and I can give you some more lessons okay?” With that, you pulled away, hopping off the stool and heading to the kitchen to clock back in.

As soon as you were behind the doors, Robin whipped around to Steve, her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe that you actually just kissed him in front of everyone without a care in the world. That was definitely progress in her eyes. You would haven’t done that a couple months ago, hell, even a couple days ago. She was honestly proud of you.

“What the hell was that?” She asked, her eyes still wide.

“I don’t know, but I’m not going to question it.” The two of them watched you emerge from the kitchen once again.

He couldn’t believe that you had actually invited him over. He was curious about what you had wanted to teach him and what that could have led to. He only had one taste of you and now he was desperate for more. He had to resist the urge to kiss you when you had been sitting next to him. You had smelled so good and looked so pretty that he was so close to pulling you into the bathroom to have his way with you.

Your shift came by and went in a flash and before you knew it, you were pulling up to your trailer. Since Steve was going to come over, you were going to have to straighten up the place and remind Callie that she needed to be on her best behavior.

You rushed inside and quickly changed into a different outfit, something that was slightly nicer than what you usually wore around the house. You didn’t have anything actually nice, so your lacy tank top and shorts were going to have to do.

You told yourself that it was because you wanted to wear something different, but deep down, you knew that you were just trying to impress Steve. You wanted to look your best for him, even if your best wasn’t low quality.

After you were dressed, you had Callie help you straighten up the living area and kitchen, cleaning up the many takeout containers and random trash around the place. You had let it pile up more than you should have, but most days, you barely had enough energy to take a shower, let alone clean up messes that weren’t yours.

“Who’s coming over?” Callie asked as she tossed a beer bottle into the trash bag that you were holding.

“My friend Steve.”

“I thought Eddie was your only friend.” You couldn’t blame her for saying that since up until recently, Eddie had been your only friend.

“He was, but now I have new friends. And Steve is one of them.” You found yourself smiling at the thought of him and quickly wiped it off your face. You weren’t falling.

“Is he nice?” Steve was probably too nice sometimes. Especially when it came to customers at Family Video. He was such a pushover sometimes with giving people what they wanted even though it was against policy. You always had to play the bad guy in those situations.

“So nice,” you nodded. “I think he might even be nicer than Eddie.”

“Really?” Her head tilted to the side in confusion.

“Yep. He even said that he was looking forward to meeting you.” She put the last of the trash in the bag and you tied it off before throwing it in the can in the kitchen.

“He did?” You still remembered that he had said as much on your first “date” and knew that he actually meant it.

“Mhm. So are you going on your best behavior?” The girl was a wild card and you never really knew what you were going to get from her.

“Depends,” she shrugged and you just knew that she was up to something.

“On what?” You put your hands on her hips, wondering what her condition could possibly be this time.

“If I can have dessert before dinner tonight.” She flashed you that adorable smile that you always had trouble saying no to her.

“Fine, but just this once.” You headed to the freezer and pulled out an ice cream sandwich and headed it to her. There was a knock on the door and your heart hammered in your chest as you let out a gasp. Callie headed to the couch to enjoy her treat while you made a beeline for the door.

You ripped it open in excitement and Steve was on the other side. He was wearing the same outfit from before, a Hawkins High t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Your eyes immediately went to his and you wondered why he always hid them under jeans. They were nice and toned and you wanted to know what they felt like tangled up in yours while you snuggled up in bed together.

You didn’t think you had ever thought about a man in such an innocent way before. Your thoughts were usually filthy and now you were beginning to panic. Maybe you were broken. You definitely were and you couldn’t believe Steve had been the one to do it.

“Hey,” you greeted with a bright smile.

“Hi,” his smile matched yours.

“Come on in.”

You moved to the side and he stepped into the trailer, stuffing his hands awkwardly into the pockets of his jeans. For once, he was actually nervous to be at a girl’s place. He was nervous because it was you and he was slowly accepting that he was falling in love with you.

“Steve, this Callie,” you gestured to your little sister who was finishing up her ice cream sandwich. She turned to you and you gave her a look that she knew all too well. The look that told her that if she caused any trouble, there would be serious consequences. You honestly weren’t sure what you would have done if she had embarrassed you in front of Steve.

“Nice to meet you,” he gave her a little wave but all she did was glare. She threw the wrapper she was holding onto the coffee table then rounded the couch to stand in front of him. She beckoned him forward with her pointer finger and he squatted in front of her.

Callie cupped her hand over Steve’s ear and whispered something to him that was just low enough for you to not hear.

“If you hurt her, I will kill you,” she told him. “Now laugh like I just said something funny.” He did what she said and she joined in. Your heart warmed, seeing them always getting along.

Callie moved back over to the couch, getting back onto the couch and resting her arms on the back of it while Steve tried to avoid her eye contact. He didn’t like that he was so scared of a seven year old.

“C’mon, Steve. We can go to my room.” You took him by the hand and pulled him in the direction of your room. He made the mistake of looking back as you dragged him along. He made eye contact with Callie who was staring at him and she glared, running her pointer finger along her neck to really drive her point home.

Steve gulped then turned back to face forward. You pulled him to a closer door and you opened it, leading him inside. For once, your room wasn’t a total wreck and you had been grateful for that, not that Steve would have judged you.

He looked around and liked how cozy it felt with warm lighting from your lamp. Right by the door was your desk that was cluttered with Callie’s and your drawing supplies and various makeup products. Across from the desk was your bed that was unmade like usual and on the other side of the room was a huge bookcase with more books that Steve could count. He had no idea you liked to read and that much. The room was pretty bare, but he knew that was because your parents didn’t have a lot of money and he would never judge anyone for something like that.

“Well, this is where the magic happens,” you sighed, collapsing onto your bed. “And by ‘magic’ I mean nothing.” Steve laughed at that and slowly took a seat at your desk. He watched you get up from the bed and head over to your bookshelf. You looked over it for a minute before grabbing a book from it.

He looked up and you were standing in front of him, holding the book out to him. He looked at the cover and his eyes widened. It was a man and a woman on what looked like a boat. She was holding onto a rope with one hand and her other arm was grasping the man’s biceps. The man was holding onto her waist tightly and his lips were on her neck.

The words “The Pirate’s Booty” were on the front in a loopy cursive font. Steve looked up at you with wide eyes and you realized that you might have traumatized him by giving him the book without a word.

“What’s this?” A blush was creeping up on his cheeks and you tried to hold back a laugh.

“A book.”

“Duh, y/n,” he rolled his eyes.

“It’s smut,” you specified but he still seemed confused. “Erotica. Sex on page.” His cheeks turned pinker at your words and you never thought that kind of thing would make him blush.

“And why are you giving me this?” He held the book out as if he had been disgusted by it.

“Because this is where you were going to get your sex tips from.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Steve just scoffed.

“Why?” The book looked like it held very inappropriate material and even though Steve was a prude by no means, the whole thing made him feel weird.

“Because that’s where I got all my tricks from.” He just laughed at that. There was no way that a fictional book could actually teach you about sex.

“Yeah right.” He tried to sober up, but it was just too funny thinking about a book like that holding such good sexual content that you were able to use it on actual people.

“Open the book and see for yourself.” You couldn’t believe he was laughing. You wouldn’t have even given him that option if you knew that he was going to behave that way.

He slowly opened the book in the middle and his eyes scanned over the words, his eyes widening at how descriptive it was, leaving absolutely nothing out. He couldn’t believe that you read that kind of thing for fun.

“This-this is-” he cut himself off, flustered by what he had just read.

“Great right?” He shook his head. Not great at all.

“I’m actually thinking of another word.” Gross was the word he was thinking of.

“You don’t have to read it, but I just thought you’d want to know the truth of how I got so knowledgeable about sex.” He was still having a hard time wrapping his head around the whole thing.

“I’ll read it.” He hated seeing the disappointed look on your face and wanted to do whatever he could to make you happy again, even if it meant reading your stupid book.

“You will?” Your face lit up and he thought it was adorable.

“Yep,” he nodded, flipping through the pages. “Alone.”

“That would be the preferred place to read it.” You couldn’t imagine reading something like that in public. You knew people would have something to say and you felt weird knowing that people knew exactly what those kinds of books contained. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

“Yeah, I doubt it,” he grumbled and you appreciated that he was doing it for you even though he didn’t seem to want to. You were sure he would be hooked from the first page.

“It’s about pirates, Steve. Don’t you like pirates.”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He did think pirates were pretty cool.”

“There’s this guy Bastian who reminds me of you. He’s really cool.” You didn’t mean to say that since Bastian was the male lead, but it was too late. The words had already left your mouth.

“Really?” He gave you a small smile, which you returned.

“Really,” you nodded. He turned the book over to read the description on the back and you panicked. The name was the very first word.

“Hey, wait a minute-”

You cut him off by taking the book from his hand and setting it on the desk. You then planted yourself in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So,” he smirked. “Been having dirty thoughts about me?” He winked, nodding his head towards the book.

“Will you just shut up?” You pressed your lips to his and he let out a gasp before immediately melting into you. His hands rested on your hips, lifting your shirt up a bit so he could feel the strip of skin between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your shorts.

Your lips moved together and Steve wasn’t even going to question why you kissed him, even though he was pretty sure he knew the reason. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, causing you to pull away.

“My sister’s in the other room,” you told him.

“Hey, you kissed me,” he put his hands up in defense.

“Only to shut you up,” you retorted.

“Because for once, I embarrassed you. Not so fun is it?” You supposed he was right. You didn’t like that he had turned the tables on you.

“You’re mean,” you turned away from him with a pout.

“Can you let me kiss it better?” You quickly turned back to him, liking the sound of that.

“Maybe.”

“C’mere,” his hand rested on your cheek and he pulled his face to yours, pressing his lips to yours gently before pulling away. “How was that?”

“Too short.”

“There’s no pleasing you, is there?” He laughed with a shake of his head.

“Oh, I’m sure you could please me just right,” you winked.

“Y/n.” He said your name with such a warning tone that you almost wanted to tease him a little more to see how much you could push him over the edge.

“Steve,” you responded in the same tone.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His brown eyes darkened and you felt weird seeing that side of Steve. The one that was authoritative and a little scary. You had to admit that you were kind of turned on by it.

“I’m sorry.” You backed off, knowing for sure where egging him on would lead and you couldn’t have gone all the way with Callie in the trailer with you. So, you got up off his lap and offered him your hand. He gladly took it and grabbed the book before standing up.

“It’s late and I really need to get Callie to bed.” You hated to cut your time together short, but you really needed to get back to your real life and leave the cute fake one you had created with Steve.

“Right, right,” he nodded. “I have to get to work early in the morning anyway.

You led him back through the hallway and to the door. You opened it and the two of you lingered by Steve’s car, neither of you making a move to separate. You grabbed him by the shirt and pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back, not wanting to get carried away.

“G‘night, Steve,” you said and it definitely was a good night in his opinion.

“G’night, Y/n,” he nodded.

“Enjoy the book. And I want to know your thoughts.” Oh, he was so going to tell you his thoughts. He was looking for any excuse to talk to you.

“Will do.”

You watched him get into his car and saw him wave at you through the windshield. You waved back, biting back the stupid smile on your face as he pulled away, heading towards the front of the trailer park.

You headed inside and both you and Callie got ready to go to sleep before getting into bed. You ended up snuggling up in each other’s arms just like every night and you found your mind drifting to Steve, wondering what it would have been like to cuddle with him while sleeping. If he liked being the little spoon or little spoon. If he snored. If he talked in his sleep. Fuck, you were really were falling.

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Teach Me

Steve x bi!fem!reader

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Part Four: Lesson Three

“Can’t believe this is the second weekend in a row that you’re ditching me,” Eddie scoffed as he lay across your bed. He was on his stomach with his feet kicked up as he flipped through yet another one of your magazines, swinging his legs back and forth. You swore that he liked them more than you did. He loved the gossip and all the little quizzes. For the last twenty minutes, he had been trying to figure out who his dream date was going to be and was trying to decide between the final two.

“And I can’t believe you’re complaining when you claimed that you were a “proud daddy” because I was hanging out with people who weren’t you,” you retorted, throwing on a pair of shorts.

“I’m still a proud daddy, don’t get it twisted,” he stood up from the bed. “But now I feel like you’re replacing me for Harrington,” he jutted out his bottom lip. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with him lately.”

“We work together, Eds,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “And I’d never replace you. You’re my best friend.”

“You know you’re allowed to have feelings for him, right? I’m not upset.” The more he thought about it, the more he could see you with Steve. And it didn’t upset him in the slightest. In fact, he couldn’t have been more happy.

“I don’t like him.” Eddie thought it was cute how in denial you were of your feelings. How it was so obvious that you liked Steve but you were the only one who couldn’t see it.

“Right,” he nodded. “You don’t have feelings for Steve in the way that I’m one hundred percent straight,” he winked. Your sexuality was one of the things that bonded you. You both had realized that you were bisexual at very young ages and had been the first people that you each came out to.

“But-”

“Don’t try to deny it, babe,” he nudged your shoulder. “Own it. He likes you too.”

“How can you be so sure?” Eddie gave you a look as if to say “really” with a hand on his hip.

“Because I can see hearts forming in his eyes every time he looks at you.” It was almost sickening, how much love Steve looked at you with. The way his brown eyes would soften and his lips would turn up into that stupid, dopey smile.

“No you can’t.” You almost wanted to believe that he was lying, but Eddie was a terrible liar and he most certainly would have never lied to you.

“Oh, please,” he scoffed. “That man is totally in love with you.” That was a hard concept for you to grasp. That anyone could love you. Especially in a romantic sense. You had always been a last choice to people so why would you have ever been anyone’s first?

“Whatever.” You turned back to your closet and went through the rack one more time before deciding on one of your old tank tops. You really needed to update your wardrobe.

“Now, let’s talk about something more important,” he reached for the magazine and held it out to you. “Do you think my dream man is Harrison Ford or Johnny Depp?”

“I can’t believe you’d even ask me that,” you rolled your eyes as you threw on the tank top. “We both know you like men old enough to be your father so you’re definitely going to choose Harrison Ford.”

“You know me so well,” he grabbed hold of your face and pressed a loud, smacking kiss to your cheek. You quickly wiped your cheek with the back of your hand with a grimace. “Damn,” he let out a whistle. “Looking to get some tonight?”

“No,” you glared. “Robin will be there too. Are you gonna be okay here tonight?” He was watching Callie for you yet again which you always appreciated. “I can stay.”

Eddie knew exactly what you were doing. You were trying to seem like you were concerned about him being able to take care of Callie, but you both knew that you were hush trying one last time to get out of your plans.

“Nope, you’re going,” he grabbed your purse and shoved it into your hands.

“But-”

“No. Callie is going to try a fishtail braid on me and you are not going to ruin that for me.” You thought that it was cute that he always let her play with his hair.

“Oh, so you have big plans,” you let out a laugh.

“That I do. Now get out of here.” He handed you your pager before giving your ass a slap.

“Alright, I’m going.” You headed for the door but he grabbed your wrist before you could. You could have sworn that he was going to give you a kiss goodbye, but he didn’t.

“Wait, hold on.” He grabbed hold of the front of your shirt, pulling the front of it down to show off some of your cleavage. “There.”

“Eddie, for the last time, I’m not getting some tonight.” You knew that he was up to something, but you were afraid to ask what.

“Sure, sure,” he winked and you made a beeline for the door, scared to know what he had been up to.

You pulled up to Steve’s once again and this time, you were grateful to have Robin there so you wouldn’t have wanted to get close to Steve. You would have wanted to snuggle close to him as the movie played; to stare at him instead of the screen, your eyes drifting to his lips, wanting to know what they tasted like.

You couldn’t let things progress with him, you just couldn’t. Denying your feelings was the way to go. Even if you had started something with him, he would just find someone new, leaving you in the dust. Everyone else did, so why was Steve an exception?

You rang the doorbell and the door opened in record time, Steve on the other side. He was dressed in a hoodie and a pair of basketball shorts, something that was definitely more casual than what he usually wore. You liked the look on him.

“Oh,” he said in surprise. “So you still decided to show up. Come on in.” You stepped inside, unsure of what he had meant. Clearly you were missing a vital piece of information.

“Yeah, we made plans, or did you forget?” You let out a laugh, but quickly stopped when you saw that he wasn’t laughing with you.

“Robin canceled and said that she was going to call you.” He closed the door before turning to face you. Now it all made sense; Eddie being weird about you “getting some” and pulling down the front of your shirt. He had been in cahoots with Robin to set you and Steve up.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh.” Steve was now finally in the loop, realizing what had happened. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen for his friend’s tricks once again. “Well, you’re already here. Do you still want to watch the movie? Or we can play a board game.”

“Or we could practice some more.” Steve liked the way you thought. He couldn’t sit next to you in that kind of setting and not think about how he wanted you cuddled up into his side. He couldn’t think about how pretty you looked and how much he wanted to run his hands along your body. How he wanted to press kisses to every inch of skin he could find. If he was teaching you how to behave on a date, then that would give him something to focus on other than your pretty, soft skin.

“That works too,” he shrugged. “I already have the whole lesson plan written out.” He wasn’t going to tell you that he wouldn’t have done that for anyone else. That you were special.

“Since when are you so thorough?” Literally never. But he would be for you. He would have been whatever you wanted.

“This is important to you and I want to make sure that I don’t leave anything out.” That was true, but he also wanted you to know how seriously he took it. He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t know what he was doing, and he definitely didn’t. At least, not when he was around you.

“That’s sweet.”

“I mean, I can’t have any potentially bad advice lead back to me.” You just laughed, giving his shoulder a shove.

“So, what’s on the agenda?” His mind went blank. Everything that he had written down in his notebook had completely vanished from his brain.

“This is the perfect opportunity to show you how to go on a date to the movies.” You didn’t like the sound of that. You hadn’t heard a single good thing about going to the movies on a first date.

“Isn’t that known to be a bad first date?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Sure,” he shrugged. “To amateurs.”

“And you’re not one?” You joked and he just rolled his eyes.

“Clearly not since you asked me to help you.” He had a point. You wouldn’t have asked him if he didn’t have so much experience. You wanted help from someone who actually knew what they were doing.

“Touché. So what are we watching?”

“Whatever you want.” He headed over to a cabinet that was by the biggest TV you had ever seen. You turned the cabinet and you could have sworn that it was filled with every single VHS tape ever made.

“I’m gonna grab us some snacks real quick.” Before you could answer, he fled to the kitchen. You turned to look around while he was busy with his task and your gravitate over to the sliding glass door that led out to his backyard. You got closer and realized that he had a pool. Of course he did. Rich people always had pools. The moon reflected off the water, making it look so inviting on that summer night. It looked so much cleaner than the public one in town. It looked prettier, bluer. And probably cost a fortune to keep up with. You were going to have to invite yourself over to use it sometime.

Steve came back in record speed with a tray filled with all sorts of different snacks and a couple of sodas. He set them on the coffee table and turned to your with a smile.

“Help yourself,” he gestured to the tray with his hands and you stepped forward to see what all the options were. In the center was a giant bowl of popcorn and there were smaller bowls of candies surrounding it. He took one of the sodas and cracked it open before taking a sip then headed over to his movie selection.

While Steve was going through the tapes, all you could think about was how fucking pissed you were at Eddie for his little schemes and you were definitely going to tell him as such as soon as possible. There was no way he was getting away with something like that.

You could get a date on your own. You didn’t need your best friend to help you and especially not behind your back. You supposed that in the grand scheme of things, what he had done wasn’t so bad, but it was more so that you had been caught off guard and that Steve had been dragged into it as well.

“I’ve got literally everything so take your pick.” Steve moved out of the way so you could see his collection. You stepped forward and couldn’t help but admire the way that everything was not only alphabetized but also categorized by genre.

It felt weird hanging out with someone who had things like that. You had grown up with practically nothing and so did Eddie. The two of you were eating TV dinners or food from cans and playing with old toys that were hand me downs from your parents and Wayne while kids like Steve were getting home cooked meals and the newest electronics. Being friends with Steve was like entering a whole new world that you had no idea how to be in.

You felt envious that he could have anything he wanted just by asking when you knew that just having your own bed was out of the question. You wondered what it would have been like to have your own room and where your next meal would be coming from while those were things that Steve never even had to worry about.

“Do you have any horror?” That had definitely been your favorite genre, but you were never able to watch it because Callie was always around and you definitely didn’t want her to subject her to that.

“Yeah, of course.” You squatted next to him, your hands accidentally brushing as you teetered towards him, losing your balance a bit. You liked the way his skin felt against yours and wondered if the rest of him was just as soft.

“This section isn’t as big as your others.” There had to be about ten movies on the entire shelf when the others had at at least thirty.

“Because Robin bought them all. It’s honestly my least favorite genre.” You let out a gasp, putting your hand up to your chest and he just glared at you.

“Aww, Stevie,” you rested your hand on his shoulder. There was that nickname again, but this time, he didn’t mind it. Actually, he was starting to prefer it to his actual name, but only because it was you who was saying it. “Do they scare you?”

You let out a laugh and he could have sworn he had died and gone to heaven because that would have been the only reason why he was hearing something so angelic. He didn’t care that it was at his expense, he was honestly willing to do whatever he could to hear it again.

“No,” he grumbled and you almost thought the blush creeping up on his cheeks was adorable. Almost.

“C’mon, you tell me,” you nudged him. “I won’t laugh,” you held up one of your pinkies. “Promise.”

He looked down at your finger then back up to your face, suspicion in his eyes. He didn’t know why you were offering him a pinky promise since they often meant nothing.

“Why would I believe you?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pinky promises never actually mean anything.” You only scoffed at him. You couldn’t believe that he actually thought that.

“Excuse me?” You glared. “Pinky promises are actually very serious and I would never break them.” You truly meant the words that were coming out of your mouth. You had made countless pinky promises with Callie and you’d have been damned if you had broken any of them.

“C’mon, Stevie,” you leaned closer to him so that your faces were almost centimeters apart. He was resisting the strong urge to close the small space between the two of you, slotting his lips between yours. “I won’t tell anyone,” you whispered and he thought for a second before holding his own pinky up.

Your fingers wrapped around each other and the two of you each gave your hands a shake before pulling away from each other completely.

“Fine,” he let out a sigh, letting his hand fall to his lap. “They’re a little scary.” He felt a little embarrassed about his confession and was hoping that you really wouldn’t laugh like you had promised. Robin and Eddie had already given him shit and he really didn’t need it from you too. He was just a baby at heart. He hoped that if he milked it enough, you’d pull him into your arms and let him cuddle into your side. That seemed like wishful thinking, though.

“See?” You asked. “Was it that hard?” You gave him a pointed look.

“No, but I think my ego is a little bruised.” He put his hand up to his chest and rubbed the spot as if he had been wounded. He was almost as dramatic as Eddie sometimes.

“Well, it is a bit too big so I think you can stand to be knocked down a few pegs.” His mouth fell open at your words and he realized that he kind of liked being insulted by you, feeling a little turned on by your jab. He noticed that a lot of girls felt like they needed to walk on eggshells around him as if they were afraid that they would have insulted him. It was as if he was some fragile thing that needed to be protected from any possible deflation.

“You’re mean,” he glared and you just let out a chuckle at his cute pout.

“And you’re a dingus. Oh!” Your face lit up as you reached for a movie from the shelf, turning it around so he could see the title. “This is a classic!” Steve had never even heard of the movie so he assumed it was Robin’s.

He had never seen you so excited about anything, but he supposed that it was due to a horror movie just made sense for you. He liked seeing that side of you. He liked seeing the bright smile on your face as your eyes lit up like a kid’s on Christmas morning.

He was nervous, however, to see just how scary the movie was and hoped that there weren’t going to be any jump scares. He couldn’t embarrass himself even more in front of you. He knew that you wouldn’t judge him, but he couldn’t help but want to be the protector. And maybe it wasn’t very feminist of him to want that for himself, but he didn’t care. He wanted you to bury your face into his neck, holding onto him for dear life. He was really just looking for any excuse to get close to you.

He turned the TV on and reluctantly put the movie into the VCR, putting the cover out of his line of sight even though he knew the thing would haunt him in his dreams. He turned to the couch to see that you had already made yourself comfortable there. You had curled yourself up against the left arm; the spot where he usually sat. You just looked so pretty there that he supposed that he could let you have the spot just this once.

He slowly sat down on the cushion next to yours and made sure to keep some space between the two of you. He wanted to be sure that he wasn’t crossing any of your boundaries. You pushed yourself further into the arm even though you wanted nothing more than to tuck yourself into Steve’s side and rest your head on his chest

“Alright,” Steve let out a sigh once he was seated. “Let’s get started.” He fully turned to face you, resting his hands on his thighs, trying his best to wipe his sweaty palms without being obvious.

“Let’s,” you agreed with a nod.

“So, I’m going to go through this as if you’re the one calling the shots.”

“Got it.”

“So, really, going to see a movie is a great way to get close to the person you’re going with.”

“Really?” Your features scrunched in confusion.

“Well, physically,” he specified. “Is it okay if I scoot closer to you?” You appreciated that he asked even though that was the bare minimum.

“Yes.” Your heart rate picked up at the thought of you actually being that close to him and you hoped he couldn’t hear it in the silence between the two of you.

The two of you moved into the center of the cushions so you wouldn’t be pinned to the armrest and you realized that he was one of the only people you had sat that close to anyone outside of your family in a non-sexual context. It was nice. That there wasn’t any pressure to make any moves and be smooth.

Steve’s bare thigh touched yours and your found your mind yet again wandering to thinking about his legs being tangled with yours as he laid on top of you, pressing the most gentle kisses to your lips.

You knew you shouldn’t have been thinking about it, but you couldn’t help it. Sex had become such a big part of your social life that it had been hardwired into your brain. It was a switch that automatically turned on when you were alone with someone that you felt physically attracted to.

You turned to Steve and he was already looking at you, patiently waiting for you zone back into the conversation. He always got concerned when you got that into your head, knowing that you were overthinking something or adding something to your ever growing list of responsibilities.

“So, a great way to initiate touch, if you’re up for it, is to,” Steve paused when he realized that you hadn’t been paying attention. You had turned your head to the left, afraid to look him in the eye, which he thought was odd considering you were always so good at making eye contact.

He slowly lifted his hand and hooked his finger under your chin, taking it between his pointer finger and thumb. He turned you to face him and he didn’t miss the light pink tint covering your cheeks.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” He asked, softly. Your cheeks only turned more pink and he tried to hold back a laugh at how adorable you looked.

You avoided his gaze, your eyes settling for staring at his shoulder. You had never felt this embarrassed in your life and it was in front of Steve. You were now just like everyone else and you hated that. You weren’t immune to the feeling of being emotionally attracted to people anymore. You were developing a crush, and it was on Steve Harrington.

“Nothing, Steve,” you finally got the guts to look him in the eye. “I swear.”

“Okay,” he , letting go of your chin, letting his hand fall back to his lap.

“You’re not going to press me for an answer?” Perhaps you were so confused because your parents would never let you get away with keeping information from them when they asked you a question. Keeping quiet was usually met with marks that you had to cover up with makeup and long clothing.

“No,” he shook his head. “Because if you don’t want to tell me, then I’m not going to insist.” Your heart warmed at hearing those words. It meant a lot to you that he respected that you didn’t want to tell him.

“Oh.” Your lips parted, wanting to say something else, but you weren’t sure what. You felt weird thanking him for something like that.

“Do you want to continue?” He gave you a small smile and you returned it along with a nod.

“Yes, sorry,” you shook your head, moving your hair away from your face. Steve had never seen you so out of order. Was he-was he making your nervous? No, there was no way. You didn’t get nervous, especially not around him. He was usually the nervous one.

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“Promise?” You asked and he responded by holding up his pinky. You hooked yours around his and you both gave your hands a little shake before pulling away.

“Okay, so, again, the best way to initiate touch is just holding your hand face up, like this,” he held his hand up just like he was saying then laid it on his thigh, slowly inching it towards you. “See? This way, you can offer your hand without saying a word and you put the ball in their court.”

“Does this actually work or are you just fucking with me?”

“I can confidently say that it has a one hundred percent success rate.”

“That’s because you’re you. If just anyone tried that, they would have to relocate to a different state out of embarrassment.”

“Will you stop critiquing and just take my hand?” He gave you a pointed look and you looked down at his hand that was waiting for yours. It looked nice and soft and you wondered how it would have felt in other places.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to hold it. I thought you were just showing me.” You gingerly slid your hand into his and he was quick to slot his fingers in between yours, giving yours a reassuring squeeze.

Your heart rate picked up as you both turned to the TV screen to watch the movie that you had completely neglected. You were so aware of how his hand felt pressed against yours and it was causing your to internally panic.

It didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean anything. You repeated the words in your head as he gently stroked your hand with the pad of his thumb. At that, all of your thoughts left your brain and for once, the thing was empty.

“See?” He asked, turning to you. “Just like this.” He continued to stroke your hand, keeping his eyes on the screen. You watched the scene before you and tilted your head to the side, noticing that you didn’t recognize what was happening despite having seen the movie more times than you could count.

“Oh my god,” you turned to face him, giving him glare. “You switched the movie!” You pulled your hand away from his in feigned disgust.

“Wow,” he rolled his eyes in a dramatic nature. “I invite you into my house and this is how you treat me?” He put his hand up to his chest in offense, shaking his head at you.

“Admit it, Steve.”

“I’m not admitting anything, honey.” The sudden use of the nickname made you want to melt. It was so soft and sweet just like him.

“Then how about I remove the movie and we’ll see?” You stood up from the couch but he grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you back down. The feeling in the air suddenly shifted as you locked eyes. His shifted to your lips then back up to your eyes so quickly that you might have missed it if you hadn’t been paying so much attention to him

“You know, I’m doing a nice thing for you and I’m not even getting anything in return.” His hands slipped from your waist and he crossed his arms over his chest. He did have a point, but you weren’t sure what you could have offered him.

“Well, you never told me what you wanted.” You leaned closer to him and he mimicked your actions, hypnotized by the flirty look on your face.

“How about this? I teach you and you teach me.” You didn’t know what he was getting at and were afraid to ask.

“And what could I possibly teach you?” There was nothing. You really didn't know how to do anything except draw and you didn’t think teaching him that was a fair trade.

“You’re kidding right?” He let out a laugh as he raised an eyebrow. You were still unsure of what he was getting at and just wanted him to come right out and say it.

“Just tell me,” you gave him a nudge.

“Sex,” he gave you a nudge in return.

“What?” You scoffed. Nope. Absolutely not. You were not having sex with Steve Harrington. That was where you drew the line.

“That’s the area you’re an expert in and clearly I’m lacking.” You let out a laugh at thinking about Steve lacking in sexual experience. He definitely didn’t get the name “King Steve” from being a virgin.

“Steve,” you moved away from him, tension rising in the air. There was a hesitance in your voice and he immediately regretted asking. He had definitely crossed a boundary.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m so sorry. Just forget I said anything.”

“Let’s do it.”

“What?” His eyes widened at your suggestion. He hadn’t actually expected you to agree. The whole thing had been a joke, after all.

“You’re right,” you shrugged. “You deserve something in return, so I’ll teach you everything I know.” You knew the mess you were getting yourself into, but you were slowly realizing that you’d do anything for Steve.

“Y/n, I was just joking. You don’t have-”

“I know,” you cut him off. “But I want to.” You rested a hand on top of his. You gave him an assuring nod but he was still unsure. He began to chew on his lip as he weighed his options.

On the one hand, he could have really used some pointers from someone who really knew what they were doing, but on the other, he knew how easy it would have been to cross a line where fake could easily become real.

Without putting much thought into it, you reached up and pulled his lip from between his teeth with your thumb before resting a hand on his cheek. It was warm and soft and you had to resist the urge to press a kiss to it.

“I teach you, you teach me?” You asked and he just nodded in response.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes,” he responded with a nod.

“Good boy.” He didn’t like how hard his dick got hearing you say those words.

“Well, since I taught you something tonight, it’s only fair that you do the same.”

“What do you want to know?” You were curious as to what he was

“I mean, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’d say I know my way around a make out session, but it’s like-” he cut himself off, trying to find the right words.

“Like what, honey?” He could have sworn that he had melted hearing that nickname fall from your lips.

“It’s like I don’t know how to go all the way anymore.” He wasn’t going to tell you that you were the reason why. That he always envisioned your face anytime he would make out with a girl, automatically making him not want to continue. You were taking up every inch of his brain and he didn’t want you to stop.

“So you haven’t…”

“No,” he shook his head, hanging it low so you couldn’t see his face. “Not in a while.”

“How long is a while?” Steve knew you were just trying to get all the facts straight so you could really help him, but he still felt embarrassed. He also knew that you wouldn’t judge him, but he couldn’t help but compare his sex life to yours.

“Three months,” he let out a sigh. He hadn’t been sleeping with people too often, but even that was a dry spell for him. It was frustrating, especially since he was trying. Especially because the one woman who he actually wanted to sleep with couldn’t have been less interested.

You didn’t say anything in response. You just sat there, trying to figure how to approach the situation. You thought that maybe he had been exaggerating and that it had really only been like a week, but three months was a long time. Especially for Steve and how many dates he seemed to go on.

You felt bad for the guy. You felt bad that he had gotten so desperate for your help. If you were being honest, you had no fucking clue how to teach him without actually participating in the act. And you couldn’t. That would be a breach of your nonexistent contract.

“Do you want to start now?” He was caught off guard by your question. He thought he had more time, but he supposed that it was better to go for it then just panic for its anticipation for your next lesson.

“Can we?” He hadn't even thought that was an option right in that very moment. He was supposed to be helping you, not the other way around. But he had agreed, so he was going to have to go through with it no matter how much it scared him

“Whatever you want,” you shrugged. “You call the shots.” He didn’t like making the decisions. He just liked being told what to do.

“Okay, let’s do it. What’s first?” He was curious to see what you were going to suggest, if you would describe it or if you would actually touch him. God, did he want you to touch him.

“Well, before all of the sex stuff, we have to figure out what’s going on with your make outs and why they’re not working out.”

“How do we do that? Are we-are we going to make out?” He was trying to hold back his excitement but a small smile was evident on his face.

“Not if you don’t want to.” You swore you weren’t going to do anything but listen to his advice, but now here you were, about to make out with him and you were sure that you were going to like it. You couldn’t, though. Because then you’d want more and you couldn’t have it. It was just going to be a one-time thing.

“I want to.” So badly, he wanted to add, but he didn’t. He didn’t want you to know just how desperate he was to press his lips to yours. How much he was looking forward to sliding his tongue into your mouth.

“We’re doing this.” You scooted closer to him, hoping that he couldn’t hear your heart hammering in your chest. You had never been so nervous to makeout with someone and for once, you were afraid you were going to screw it up.

“Yep,” he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Can I get on top of you?” His eyes widened at your question and he wanted to tell you that you could do anything you wanted to him and he’d happily take it.

“Please,” he responded a little too eagerly and you took no time to straddle him and place yourself on his lap.

He couldn’t believe it. You were actually straddling him, about to make out with him. It wasn’t one of his fantasies he thought about when he was falling asleep.

You slowly rested your hands on his shoulders while his went to your lower back, right above your ass. You slowly inched your face towards his, giving him a chance to back out if he wanted to.

When he made no objection, you pressed your lips to his in a lingering peck. You pulled away for a second only to dive back in, capturing his bottom lip between your two. Steve was quick to return your kiss, your lips moving together slowly as you wrapped your arms around your neck to pull him closer to you.

Your hands ran through his hair and he didn’t even care that you were messing it up. If he was being honest, you were the only one who he’d let touch it.

Steve was honestly surprised he was able to react since his brain had short-circuited. Your lips were just as soft as he had hoped they would be and your hands were in his hair. He was just living the dream and hoping that he’d never wake up.

His hands pushed up the back of your shirt so he had access to your bare skin. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip and he opened up, letting you inside. Your tongue moved around his mouth in a messy manner, as if you were trying to taste every part of it. He tasted like the grape soda he had been drinking and for once, you didn’t hate the flavor.

His hands moved higher up your back, underneath your bra, but he made no move to remove it. Your shirt was moving higher up your waist and you were so close to just taking it off. You pulled away from him, the kiss getting too heated for your liking.

“I don’t see what the problem is, you’re doing great.” He knew that was only true because now he had the real thing.

“I think that’s because you’re a great teacher.”

“Haven’t taught you anything yet, Stevie.”

You pressed your lips to his cheek and moved your way down to the column of his neck, making sure to give each of his moles a kiss as you did so. You got to his neck, giving the spot a little love. You pressed gentle, open mouthed kisses to the skin before giving it a hard suck.

Steve let out a small whimper and that sounded like an invitation to continue. You continued to suck even harder then grazed his skin with your teeth which was followed by a moan falling from his lips.

His fingertips dug into your back and it arched at the sensation, bringing you closer to him. His nails moved down your back, scratching at the skin, just hard enough to leave a mark, but soft enough to not break the skin.

You diffused the bite with your tongue then moved back up to his lips, slamming yours to them. You took no time to stick your tongue back into his mouth, desperate to taste him more, sliding it roughly against his.

The kiss was rushed and messy as you tried to take what you wanted from him and he was there, pliant underneath you. He was going to let you have whatever you wanted, all he needed was your pretty lips.

You reluctantly pulled away for air and the both of your stared at each other, chests, rising and falling as you did so. You looked down into his eyes and could suddenly see what Eddie had been talking about. You could see the hearts. He had a dopey smile on his face and his brown eyes were suddenly the color of honey. Fuck, you were falling just as hard as he was.

His pupils were blown and his lips were swollen and pink from your kisses and you hated that he looked so goddamn adorable. So adorable that you wanted to kiss him all over again and tell him just how cute you thought he was.

“Was that okay for you?” You asked, flipping some of your hair over your shoulder, trying to play it off like you wouldn’t have been content kissing him all night.

“More than okay,” he smiled, his hands slowly slipping from your shirt. You were disgusted that you were actually starting to miss his touch. “You were-you were great.”

“You weren’t half bad yourself, Harrington,” you winked and he was trying real hard to not pull your back in for more. It was getting late and you should have headed home, but you still sat there in his lap.

His cheeks turned a shade of pink and you loved how easy it was to make him blush. How you could make him fold in just a few words. You were always flirting with people for the sole purpose of sleeping with them so you felt out of place flirting with Steve just because you wanted to. Because it was adorable seeing him stutter and become all flustered at hearing your words.

You reluctantly climbed off of Steve’s lap and he stared up at you, unmoving. Almost as if he was hypnotized. If you were able to do that to him just by making out with him, you wondered how he would’ve been after sleeping with you.

But you weren’t going to sleep with him. You couldn’t. Making out was one thing, but actually being intimate was off the table. You couldn’t do it. You wouldn’t. As much as you found yourself wanting him to lead you upstairs, you had to cut it short. Maybe it was because you felt weird because he was your friend or maybe it was because you were afraid of how emotionally connected to him you would have become afterwards.

“Well,” you sighed, grabbing your purse from the coffee table. “I should probably go.”

“Now?” He asked, quickly standing from the couch. You thought it was cute that he wanted you to stay but not cute enough to actually do it. You had to leave him wanting more and clearly from the way he was acting, you had been successful.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I need to get back to Callie.” Technically, you weren’t lying. You wanted to make sure that Eddie had actually gotten her into bed on time. He could never say no and always ended up letting her stay up because she wanted to see you before she went to sleep

“Right, yeah,” he nodded in understanding. “I’ll walk you out.”

You headed for the door and Steve trailed behind you like a lost puppy. A couple of kisses and he was already willing to do whatever you asked him. Not that he needed the kisses to do it, but they definitely helped. All you had to do was tell him to jump and he’d ask you how high.

Steve was in a daze as he followed you to the door. Your make out session was playing in his head on repeat. Your hands in his hair, your tongue in his mouth, his hands underneath your shirt, your lips on his neck. It almost didn’t feel real with the floaty-feeling state he was in. It was almost as if he had taken one of Eddie’s edibles with the way he was feeling.

He opened the door for you and leaned against the doorframe when you got out onto the porch. He was looking at you so dreamily, almost as if he had been under the influence of something. It was almost cute. Almost.

“Well,” you reached into your purse for your keys. “I had a good time tonight.”

“Me too,” he nodded. A really good time.

“You can just give me a call when you have the next lesson planned and we can work around my schedule.” He already had it planned out but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He didn’t want to let on that he was actually crushing on you. That would’ve blown the whole mission.

“Sounds good,” he nodded once more and you stepped forward to plant one final kiss on his lips before heading down the steps and to your car.

He waited until your car was on the road before heading back inside. He couldn’t keep the smile on his face as he put the videotape away and cleaned up all the snacks, putting them all in containers to save for later.

He honestly couldn’t believe that had happened. Not only had he finally kissed you, but it had also more than lived up to the hype. Your lips were so soft and tasted sweet from the lip balm you had been wearing. You had your way with him and as much as he liked a soft and gentle make out, he was beginning to think that maybe he liked it rough. He actually liked the way you weren’t treating him nicely, that your were just taking what you wanted, having no regard for him at all. He was surprised that you couldn’t feel how hard his dick was. Well, if you did, you hadn’t said anything about it, and thank god for that.

He headed into the foyer and caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror by the door. He stepped up to it and could see a bruise forming on the side of his neck where you had your way with him. He turned his head to the side to get a better look and nodded to himself in approval before heading up the stairs to bed to dream about you just like he had every single night.

You headed into the trailer, immediately hiding the smile on your face. You couldn’t give Eddie any sign that his stupid scheme had worked. Despite you actually not even caring that much anymore, you still wanted him to know how upset you were with him for putting you in that position.

As predicted, Eddie and Callie were on the couch, watching her favorite cartoon when you walked through the door. They both turned to you for a split second then immediately turned back to the screen.

“Time for bed,” you said and they both whined, making no move to actually get off the couch. “C’mon, TV off.”

“Can we at least finish this episode?” Eddie asked as if he hadn’t been a full grown adult who could decide when he went to bed.

“Nope,” you shook your head. “It’s late enough as it is. C’mon, chop chop.” You clapped your hands and Callie reluctantly turned off the TV then both she and Eddie stood from the couch.

“G’night, bug,” he squatted in front of her, ruffling her hair before opening his arms for a hug.

“‘Night, Eds,” she responded with a pout.

“Oh come on. You know you can’t resist my hugs,” he still held his arms out, giving her one last chance to give in. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and his wrapped around her back before they gave each other a tight squeeze.

Eddie then stood back to his full height and headed over to you, offering you a hug as well. You took it and felt his lips right by your ear.

“Don’t think you’re getting out of telling me all the gory details. I want a play by play tomorrow,” he said before pulling away.

“No promises,” you responded as he pushed the door open and headed across the way to his own home. There was no way in hell you were telling him about your night with Steve. If you did, then he would have won. And there was nothing you hated more than admitting that you were wrong.

After Eddie was gone, you headed over to Callie who was rubbing her eyes with her knuckles, desperately trying to fight getting sleepy.

“I’m not even tired,” she whined, still rubbing at her eyes.

“I know you’re not, bug,” you replied, letting out a chuckle. She would be asleep in five minutes with how tired she seemed to be.

Once you approached her, she held up her arms as if asking you to carry her. Without protest, you picked her up and she was quick to wrap her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder.

You carried her to your shared room and laid her down on the bed gently, grateful that she was at least wearing her pajamas so you wouldn’t have to fight her on changing into them.

You changed into your own pajamas and crawled into bed with her. She was quick to scoot closer to you, wrapping her arms tightly around you, resting her head against your chest. Your arms pulled her tightly to you, stroking her hair with one hand while the other rested at your back. She always insisted that the two of you sleep like this, leaving no space between you. You were convinced that she would have been attached to you if she could have been.

“I missed you,” she murmured, snuggling further into you.

“Missed you too, bug,” you stroked her hair some more before hearing her light snores coming from her lips. You were always envious at how quickly she was able to fall asleep. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out. You couldn’t say the same. You would lie awake for hours, thinking about all of your issues and your never ending to do list. It plagued your brain constantly, but especially when you were trying to go to sleep.

That night, though, all you could seem to think about was your pretty coworker. Your pretty coworker that you had formed a strange agreement with. Your pretty coworker that you kissed. And you actually liked it.

You found yourself quickly drifting off to sleep, dreaming of nothing but Steve and his pretty lips that you found yourself wanting to kiss forever. Maybe if you played your cards right, he would have let you.

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Hello!!

Love your writing!!

I seen your post for prompts..

If possibly can you do Eddie x slightly thicker best friend...

Maybe sees her upset with her body or something

The numbers that popped into my mind thinking of this was any of the following ahaha

10,18,44, 47-50 😅😅

Thanks so much, lovely! I love this request!

cw: MDNI 18+ smut (p in v), mention of fatphobia

You stood in the dressing room of a store that you didn’t want to go into wearing a dress that no one was ever going to see you in. It was short and black and clung to your body in a way that didn’t feel right. You were so used to covering up your body in baggy clothing that it felt weird seeing every curve. You were always covering it up so you couldn’t even remember what it had looked like.

You had always hated shopping, never being able to find anything in your size and even if you had, it was always somehow too small. It always ended with you crying while you looked at your body in the mirror so you just ended up buying your clothes online to avoid the embarrassment.

Eddie had chosen the tiny number for you, assuring you that you would look hot, but also made sure that you knew that you didn’t have to if you were uncomfortable. You tried to hype yourself up, but all you could hear was the comments that your mother always made.

Is that really what you’re wearing?

You could stand to lose a few pounds.

Are you sure you want to eat that?

People had always made fun of your weight and as much you didn’t want to believe them, how could you not have? It seemed like no matter what you did to feel good in your skin, you couldn’t seem to shake all of the fatphobia you had experienced.

Eddie had been the only one who had made you feel even slightly better about yourself. He always made sure you felt good, whether it was telling you how nice you looked in your clothes, especially when you were wearing something that clung to your body or giving one of your thighs a loving squeeze when you would sit next to him.

He knew that his assuring words and gentle touches weren’t a cure since the wounds were so deep, but he had hoped you knew that he was telling the truth. If anything, your body was just more that he could love. If ever got the balls to make a move.

There was a knock on the door and you panicked, knowing that Eddie was on the other side. You grabbed your jacket from the hook and were quick to throw it on, zipping it up so the dress was completely covered.

“Who is it?” You asked, feeling your heart hammering in your chest.

“It’s Eddie. Can I come in?” You opened the door and he slipped inside, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes moved to your jacket.

“You okay?” He asked, just knowing that something was up with you. He was always able to read you like a book.

“I’m good,” you nodded, crossing your arms over your chest so you could hide your body even more. “It’s just tight.”

“Oh, do you need to size up?” For once, that hadn’t been your problem. The dress had fit like a glove but you just didn’t have the confidence to wear it. It would end up back on the rack with all the other clothes you couldn’t get yourself to wear.

“It’s not that, it’s tight. You can see the outline of my body. I mean, it leaves nothing up to the imagination.”

“Well now I have to see it.” You slowly unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor. Eddie’s jaw dropped as his eyes scanned over your body.

He thought you looked fucking hot and couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like to press his lips to yours while the dress fell to the floor. He had been fantasizing about kissing you for so long.

“You look fucking amazing.” His eyes were filled with something that you couldn’t quite make out and were unsure of what it meant.

“I do?” Your eyebrows furrowed and Eddie just kept staring at the dress, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes darkening.

“Absolutely,” he nodded enthusiastically. “You have to get it.” You wanted to, but you were unsure if you could actually go through with it.

“You mean it?” You gave him a small smile and he just nodded again.

“You know I’d never lie to you, sweetheart.” That much was true. Eddie would have never lied to you and you knew that. He was always honest even if the words weren’t what you wanted to hear.

“I’m just afraid of what people will think.” His eyebrows knit together at that. It hurt him hearing that coming from you. He had been trying to work with you on your confidence and you were slowly making progress.

“The only thing that matters is what you think,” he rested his hands on your shoulders. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to get it.” The more you thought about his words, the more you wanted to make the purchase. You liked the way he was looking at you when you wore it.

“So you really think I look good?” He really did. So much so that he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to press his lips to your neck, hearing pretty moans escape your mouth.

“I mean, fucking hot would be my preferred choice of words.” His eyes got even more dark, filled with lust. He was trying to not think about how hard he was.

“Eddie-” You were caught off guard by how forward he was being. If he had it his way, he would have had his way with you right then and there, but he didn’t exactly think that a dressing room was a place to do it.

“If you don’t buy it,” he stepped forward, resting his hands on your hips. “I will.” He reached up and hooked his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. His lips brushed yours briefly before he pulled away.

“Why?” You could hardly get the words out, your brain short circuiting from the different kind of attention you were getting from him. And you were eating it up. You wanted more.

“Because as much as I’d like to see you in it,” he paused, leaning over so his lips were right by your ear. “I’d love even more to see you out of it.” Your face went hot at his words. You had never had anyone say those kinds of things to you, let alone even wanted to actually have sex with you.

As soon as the words left his mouth, you shooed him out of the dressing room and he reluctantly went. You changed back into the outfit you had come in. You then draped the dress over your arm and exited the dressing room, making your way to the counter.

You purchased the dress and you and Eddie exited the store, heading to his van. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you up into the seat before closing the door and heading to the driver’s side.

He started up the van and cranked up the metal tape that he had put in before picking you up. He was driving faster than normal, almost flooring it as he drove and you were just grateful that you had been on an empty backroad as opposed to the busy highway.

You both soon pulled up to his trailer, the two of you sat in silence and you noticed that he wasn’t making any move to exit the van. You turned to each other at the same time. You looked at him in confusion as to why he wasn’t moving and he looked at you with lust filled eyes again.

He leaned closer to you, your faces only centimeters apart. You looked up at him from underneath your eyelashes and he gave you a smile in return. He reached up and moved some hair away from your face before resting his hand on your cheek.

“Can I try something?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You bit down on your lip and nodded, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“Yes,” you responded and he grinned, his smile reaching his warm brown eyes.

He leaned forward slowly, gently capturing your top lip between his two. Your lips moved together as one as your hands moved to his arms and his free hand rested on your thigh, the space where it usually made a home.

He pulled away before you were ready and smiled at you, resting his forehead against yours. The pad of his thumb rubbed gently along your cheek as your eyes stared into his warm brown ones.

“Eddie, I’m not wearing the dress anymore,” you told him, turning away to stare at the dashboard. He hooked his finger under your chin once more, making you look at him.

“Sweetheart, this has nothing to do with the dress.” He licked his lips. “Can’t you see how badly I want you?” His eyes bored into yours and even though you knew there was truth to his words, you couldn’t quite believe him.

“You want me?” Your eyes widened at that. You looked up at him, tears welling up in your eyes and he could have sworn he heard his heart break at your reaction to his confession.

“Honey, I’ve wanted you since the day I met you.” You had no idea. All the signs were there and you had no fucking clue. He had been so obvious and you had only just now connected the dots.

“You have?” You honestly weren’t sure how to react. No one had ever wanted you, or at least, they hadn’t been so up front about it like Eddie had.

And you wanted him too. He was your best friend and you couldn’t have imagined being with anyone else. He was the one who was always there for you. He had been there for you every step of the way. He had loved you for exactly who you were and you loved him the exact same way.

“I have,” he nodded, his hand moving into your hair. “So badly.” The words came out almost like a whimper.

“I want you too,” you responded, your words running together. He pressed his lips to yours once more, this one more desperate than the first one. His hand wound its way further into your hair, pressing into your scalp. Your hands grasped at his shirt, balling it in your fists as your tongue swiped along his bottom lip.

“A bit eager, are we?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Shut up,” you commanded before diving back in. Your tongue moved back to his lip and he opened up, letting you in. Your tongues swirled together, his hand trailing up your skirt. His other one grabbed a fistful of your hair, giving it a yank and you let out a whimper at the feeling.

“Wanna make that sound again, sweetheart?” He asked, needing to hear it one more time.

“More,” was all you were able to respond and he gave your hair another yank, a little harder this time. A full on moan escaped from your lips and he was desperate to hear more from you. He needed to hear you scream for him.

He pulled away from you, looking into your eyes. He could see that you wanted more, but he felt the need to ask before he continued. He wanted to make absolutely sure that you wanted it as much as he did. That he had your full permission.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“Of course I do, Eds,” you nodded.

“Don’t want to move things to the back?” He nodded his head in that direction.

“Please,” you begged. He let go of you completely and you already missed his touch.

“Ladies first,” he gestured to the back of the van with his hands. You slowly got onto your knees in the passenger seat before throwing your leg in between the two seats. You made it into the back safely and Eddie wasn’t that far behind you. The blanket beneath you had been meant for a picnic for the two of you, definitely not for you to have sex.

You moved so close that your knees were touching and he reached for your hands, looking into your eyes. They were soft and warm, the look that had been reserved for you and you alone.

“I know this is your first time so before we do this, I want you to know that you can back out at any time and I won’t be mad,” he brought your hands up to his mouth and brushed them with his lips.

“I’ll be there with you every step of the way, alright? So feel free to do whatever feels natural. Let me know what makes you feel good, what you like.” He pressed a kiss to each hand before interlacing your fingers.

“Okay,” you replied, feeling your heart race in your chest as you realized what you were about to do. You were about to have sex with your best friend. You were about to have sex with Eddie.

“Do you want to move to my lap to get more comfortable?” He asked, rubbing your knuckles with the pads of his thumbs. You looked at him, unsure, your eyebrows furrowing.

“Aren’t I going to crush you?” You knew that you were bigger than him so you didn’t think it was wrong to ask.

“Crush me?” Eddie let out a chuckle. He actually kind of liked the sound of that. “No, honey. You’ll be just fine. Now c’mere.” He patted his lap and you hesitantly moved closer to him. You lowered yourself onto his lap so you were straddling his waist and his hands rested on your thighs, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, gauging your face for any last minute hesitance. Your eyes were lit up with excitement and he could tell that you were just as eager as he was.

“Yes,” you nodded. “I’m ready.”

“I’m just going to kiss you for now, okay? I’m warming you up.” He wanted this to be an enjoyable experience for you and wanted to take his time to make you feel good.

“Okay.” His hands let go of your thighs, moving up to your hips. He pecked your lips a few times before covering them with his once more and they moved in sync while your arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you opened your mouth and he slipped it inside letting it move with your own as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly.

His hands slowly started to trail down your waist and up your shirt, his palms laying flat against your lower back. They were cool and rough, but you liked the feeling, wondering if he was going to leave scratch marks.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, moving his hands to fiddle with your bottom hem.

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly and he slowly pulled it over your head before tossing it to the side. He then attached his lips to yours once more, taking no time to stick his tongue back into your mouth.

His hands were then on your back again, slowly moving them to your bra. His lips pressed kissed to your cheek all the way down to your neck, stopping at the spot below your ear. He sucked lightly on the skin before grazing it with his teeth.

“Oh,” you let out a moan and he loved hearing the sound come from your lips.

“That was a beautiful sound, honey, wanna make it again?”

“Yes,” you whined and his teeth grazed your neck once more, harder this time and you let out a louder moan.

“Oh, Eddie.” He loved hearing his name come out of your mouth in that way. It sounded so filthy and hot and he needed more of it.

“That’s right, honey, say my name.” He diffused the sting with a swipe of his tongue and the sensation caused you to let out a whimper.

“Eddie,” you whined. “Need you.”

“I know,” he gave your lips a gentle kiss. “We’re almost there.” His lips moved back up to yours and captured them in a bruising kiss while he moved his hands up to your bra. “Gonna lay you down, okay? Can I remove this?”

“Yes.” Your eyes were lustful and he loved seeing the look on you. So different from your usual innocent self. He removed his own shirt before he unhooked your bra and threw it to the side then laid you down onto the blanket. His eyes widened as he stared at your naked upper half in awe. His lips parted as he took in all of you; your curves, your breasts, your stretch marks. He always knew you were stunning, but seeing you like this, he was convinced that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

You had never been naked like this in front of anyone and you hadn’t really been thinking about how it made you feel as Eddie looked down at you. You could see that he was doing nothing but admiring your body, but you just felt so vulnerable.

“Fuck,” he said, the word falling from his lips before he realized what he had said. You quickly covered yourself with part of the blanket, making sure to pull it over your face so he couldn’t see you.

“Hey, don’t go shy on me,” he said gently, trying to calm you down. “You look so pretty like this.”

You pulled the blanket back down slowly so he could at least see your face again. His face was nothing but loving and you could tell he was telling the truth. He thought your naked body was pretty.

“Really?” Your cheeks burned at his compliment and all he could do was chuckle at how adorable you were. Eddie never said anything he didn’t believe.

“Of course, baby,” he assured you. “I’m going to fucking worship you.” His voice was deeper as he said the last sentence, more raspy and your pussy was getting even more wet.

“Worship me?” Your lips parted as you gingerly removed the blanket, laying back down on it. He slowly lowered himself down onto you, gently pressing his lips to yours.

“Worship,” he gave your lips a peck. “You,” he captured your top lip between his two in a brief kiss before moving his lips down your neck in open mouthed kisses. They made their way to your breast and he was quick to swipe his tongue along your nipple before he pulled it between his teeth, giving it a tug.

“Oh,” you let out a moan, louder this time and he took that as an invitation to do it again, but harder. Your moan was even louder, and your hands moved to his back, giving it a hard scratch with your nails. He let out a whimper before moving to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned again and he gave one last tug, the hardest he could without actually hurting you and you let out the loudest moan yet. “God, Eddie, please.” Your nails scratched down his back again and he let out his own moan. It was soft but raspy and it sounded so hot.

He moved his kisses down your stomach and he stopped once he got to your skirt. He looked up at you in approval and you looked down at him, your eyes darkening as you thought about what he was going to do.

“Remove them,” you commanded and he kind of liked that you were bossing him around.

“Yes, ma’am.” He slid the skirt down your legs and tossed it behind him and went for your underwear, removing those as well. He looked down at your sopping wet pussy, eating up the fact that it was all because of him.

“Well, look at you, princess,” he looked up at you with a devilish grin. “Didn’t know I could get anyone that wet,” he winked.

“Eddie,” you let out another whine.

“What, baby?” He said the words so innocently, as if he had no idea what he was doing. He loved the idea of making you wait a little longer.

“Need your cock.” You were getting desperate and hated how needy you were starting to sound.

“I know, sweetheart. Just give me a second.” He hurried to his glove box and grabbed a condom before coming back to you. He quickly pulled off his pants, deciding that he had made you wait long enough and tossed them to the side. He then removed his underwear just as quickly, revealing all of himself to you.

You stared down at his cock, realizing that you had never seen one in person. It was bigger than you had imagined, better. He rolled the condom onto his dick and grabbed hold of your hips before lining himself up with your cunt.

He slowly thrusted into you, wanting to be as gentle as possible since it had been your first time. You let out a moan at the sensation, and Eddie leaned over you, that devilish grin making a reappearance.

“You look so pretty under me,” he said as he continued to thrust, picking up the pace. “Prettiest partner I’ve ever had.”

“You say that to all your partners.”

“I don’t because none of them have ever been as pretty as you.” Your cheeks turned even more pink at his compliment. He always knew exactly what to say to make you blush.

“Trying to get into my pants, Munson?”

“Afraid I’m already in them, sweetheart.” He continued to thrust and as much as you were enjoying it, you didn’t think he was being rough enough. You needed more.

“Very funny. Now do it harder,” you commanded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He didn’t want to risk hurting you during your first time.

“You won’t. Just do it.” He obeyed and pounded into you, causing you to let out what almost sounded like a scream. His dick hardened even more at the sound.

“Oh,” he chucked. “I like the sound of that. Wanna make it again?”

“I will if you go faster,” you promised.

“As you wish.” He pounded into you once more, but faster and you made the exact same sound, only louder. He continued and you let out moan after moan as he went to town.

You grabbed onto him, burying your face into his neck as he continued to pound into you. Your hands went to his back and you scratched it up even more at his actions and he let out his own moans, throwing his head back as he did so.

“Trying to ruin my back, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you fluttered your eyelashes in innocence.

“Good,” he pressed his lips to yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue taking no time to swirl around yours. “Got one more in you, honey?”

“Yes, Eds.” He pounded into you one more time and you let out one final moan before he pulled out. He discarded the condom and grabbed some napkins from the glove compartment before helping you clean yourself up.

Once you had finished, he pulled the blanket back to reveal another one under it. You both slipped between the two of them and he was quick to pull you to him, bare skin against bare skin. One of his hands moved up to brush some sweaty hair away from your forehead before stroking the back of your head. His other hand rested on your waist while yours went to his chest.

“You did so great, baby girl,” he gave you a sweet smile. “Took me so well.”

“Well, I think you’re just good at it,” you batted your eyelashes. “It definitely lived up to the hype.”

“So you’ve thought about it?” He teased with a wink.

“Oh, don’t pretend you haven’t,” you winked back and he just gave your hip a little pinch, causing you to let out a squeal.

“I definitely have,” he responded, pressing his lips to yours. “And it was well worth the wait.” He pulled you into one more kiss and you were quick to return it, knowing that there would definitely be more where that came from.

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