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mysticmunson · 2 years

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annie

prompt: when you get put in charge of babysitting for the day, it's time to play house.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of parental passings, baby referred to as big/chubby (affectionally of course, i was/am a chubby ass baby)

strongly recommend listening to annie by john denver as you read :)

Babies seem to always gravitate towards certain people, whether related or not, and while some force it, others come naturally.

Eddie was a reluctant baby man.

Any of his friends' younger siblings immediately latched onto his leg as he walked by, realizing his jeans were not heavy a mere moment ago, looking down to see a smile full of open gaps.

As much as he tried to grimace, the attention was quite nice on both ends as the small babes usually sunk into a pit of giggles. This happened to be the case when your older sister came to town, leaving you at home to take care of her 8 month old for the day.

The morning was fairly quiet, Pamela sleeping for most of it, occasionally waking up to play with some toys. She wasn’t the clingiest baby, but found comfort in your arms as you swayed her on your hip.

“Who the hell is that?” Eddie asked, having let himself in the door after seeing your care alone in the driveway. Approaching the tiny human with skepticism, you smiled, turning slightly so he could have a better look at her. She stared up at him from your shoulder, arms flapping with a block securely between her fingers.

“This is Pamela, my niece.” You laughed, sitting on the blue couch, crossing your legs up on the plush seats. He hesitantly sat down, like being too close would somehow cause a shift in the balance of the universe. But her gaze was glued to him.

He let out a chuckle, eyes still wide, “Didn’t she have this baby like two days ago? She’s big, not in a bad way!”

Her chubby little arms extended, dropping her toy with a thud as she leaned closer to Eddie.

“Oh Christ.” He mumbled as she crawled into his lap, holding one of his fingers with a ring on it, “What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Hold her, she doesn’t bite hard.” You teased, watching his hands tentatively wrap around her onesie clad body to bring closer to his chest. The nervous bounce of his leg made her giggle, an unmistakable smile coming to Eddie’s lips at the noise.

The scene was too ironic, the whole town had been scared of Eddie his whole life, when the boy can’t even hold a baby without fear. He was kind, gentle, and sweet, but most people weren’t aware. Even your loved ones were hesitant when you began dating around 2 and a half years ago.

“Okay, she’s pretty cute.” He confessed, her small grasp locking his nose as it scrunched, relaxing further into his seat. She started to climb up his chest, reaching for his hair.

“Pammy, no.” You cooed, lifting her back to your arms, but her face dropped. She whimpered and made grabby hands at the man in front of you, his brown iris’ flickering to yours.

He tentatively held his palms out, where she instantly went back to, and put her on his Iron Maiden tee, face squished against the skull printed on the black fabric.

The next few hours were spent playing house, a fair mix of napping, eating, and changing, the latter being the only activity Eddie opted out of. There was no denying how much Pamela was latching onto him, even catching him talking to her when you excused yourself to the bathroom.

The night was winding down, a soft buzz of the tv mixed with the gentle snores nestled on Eddie’s chest. His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft hair as he yawned, shifting to find more comfort as you sat on your bed.

“If you ever want kids, Eddie, you’ll be a great father.” You whispered as he remained staring down at the little one, a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Do you want kids?” He asked, peering over at you, but you leaned onto his shoulder. If anyone were to come in, it would look as if you were a family, it felt real for a brief moment for him.

You nodded, “Eventually.”

It was quiet once more, a laugh track playing over an episode of The Brady Bunch. Pamela stirred, making a squeaky noise, limbs flexing against him. She started to twist, leading you to pull her between you two, covering her body with the quilt you were already under.

As you both looked down at her, he noticed the features similar to yours. Not an exact match, but you looked close enough to your sister that he could see it in his head, having a family.

“I would name my kid, Annie.” He muttered, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Your brows furrowed, trying to think of any significance that name had for him, knowing he isn't obsessed with the musical and doesn't know anyone by that name.

“I don’t have many memories of my mom, a lot of stuff got blocked out, but I remember a few things. She loved John Denver, especially the song Annie, it was his wife's name. But she would sing it to me, spinning me in the kitchen and restarting the record over and over.”

Eddie didn’t talk about his parents a lot, only knowing his dad was arrested when he was 13 and that his mom had passed away when he was 10. When she died, he moved in with Wayne after his dad had a few lashing outs that ended with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He could rant for hours on end about his dad, how shitty he was, how glad he was he was rotting in some jail cell.

But when it came to his mom, he found himself speechless. He remembers her kind eyes, the ones he saw on himself and hated when he got a look at himself angry, thinking of how much she hated seeing him upset. How she would always make cookies, writing notes in his black lunch pail that he now used for more nefarious activities, and her head scarfs that were made of floral fabrics.

“She used to do this thing where she would grab a wooden spoon and sing it,” He swallowed, staring down at Pamela, but you knew his mind had wandered to his childhood home. “She was such a great singer, I think it’s why I love music so much. But her favorite song was Annie, it even played on the radio in the hospital waiting room when she…”

While his voice trailed off, you saw his eyes gloss over, not reaching a point of tears, but nearing. Your hand grabbed his, lacing it together and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He looked up at you, smiling before planting a kiss on your lips, careful to not put any pressure beneath him as Pam slept.

He gently hummed the melody of the song forever ingrained in his mind along with the wispy laughs from his mom who patched up his skinned knees and kissed his head goodnight. He was terrified of kids, never wanting to lead another member of the Munson family line down a toxic path.

But when he looked down at someone who even resembles you, he knew he wanted that life mixed with his pandemonium.

“Come let me love you, let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again.” He sang softly, his voice cracking after being so used to singing metal songs loudly.

“We can name ours, Annie.” You whispered as he smirked, propping his head up with his elbow.

He made a false thinking face, stroking his chin, “I don’t know, I’m keeping my options open to the perfect candidate.”

Punching his shoulder, he jolted and laughed, quieting when he felt the baby turn. He grinned unabashedly, tucking hair behind your ear.

“I’m kidding, you’re it for me whether you want me around or not.” He hummed, hearing the sound of the garage opening, sitting up.

“Glad to hear.” You smirked, lifting Pamela to your chest as she lazily opened her bright eyes. “Say goodbye to Uncle Eddie.”

Somehow the title made his chest flutter, standing to kiss her head before you walked down to your sister. The quiet sounds of whispering came from below as he sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with his watch on his left wrist.

While he tried not to think of his mom often, certain things always reminded him of her and he was glad when they did. As badly as he wanted her back, he knew all he had left was those foggy days behind him, littered with negativity from his father. But those orange hued moments of running in the yard during the summer or the blue cozy memories of hot chocolate on winter nights, that’s what he preferred to think about.

He wanted to be the man she wanted him to be, you wanted him to be, hell, who he wanted to be. While having a baby still terrified him, having a baby with you made him feel secure, and he wouldn’t let that go.

authors note: hi im pmsing and got very emotional over the thought of eddie being a dad sooooo.

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londonharrington · 2 years

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i think he knows | eddie munson x fem!reader

Y/N likes Eddie. Eddie likes Y/N. Dustin doesn’t like what is happening.

notes: based on a request. henderson!reader. eddie being a cutie. dustin being annoying. part 2: paper rings

i want you, bless my soul, and i ain't gotta tell him, i think he knows

It was 7:00 pm. Y/N leaned on her car door as she waited for Dustin and Mike to come out of their Hellfire session. She thought that they’re running late again.

To be honest, the main reason why Y/N continues to volunteer to pick Dustin and his friends up at this time of night was because of Eddie Munson.

Eddie freaking Munson. Where does she begin? Despite all of the mean and spiteful things being said to him, all Y/N can see was the nice things about him. His beautiful brown eyes, unruly long hair that seems to be all over the place, his contagious laugh, and his disregard for society’s norms, which made him one hundred times more attractive to Y/N.

Suddenly, she heard loud laughing near the doors. She looked up and saw Dustin, Mike, Eddie, along with their fellow clubmates getting out of the campus premises, nudging one another whilst walking.

“Hey, Y/N! You’ve been here a while?” Dustin shouted, running up to his sister.

“No, I’ve been here for five minutes only, Dusty,” she replied, messing up his hair in the process.

“Dusty, huh?” somebody suddenly chided. Y/N was about to reply when she saw it was Eddie. Suddenly, she forgot how to speak and she started sweating profusely.

Little did she know, Eddie was feeling the same exact thing. He was sweating really hard and was trying to keep his cool in front of Y/N.

He liked her ever since they were in middle school, when Y/N chased around some of Eddie’s bullies with a baseball bat for saying stupid shit about Eddie. From then on he was hooked on her.

Eddie always struggled to be calm and keep his chill around Y/N. Always wanting to just hug her and repeatedly kiss her all over her beautiful face. But of course he needed to restraint himself. So he had to settle in longing glances and shy little smiled in passing.

Things got better in Eddie’s favor when Dustin joined Hellfire. Eddie finally had a wingman to help him with Y/N. But Dustin ultimately refused. Said that she’s way out of his league or some type of bullshit just to keep him away from Y/N.

“Can we go to dinner now?” Dustin suddenly asked, not paying attention to Eddie.

“Sure. Mike, you’re coming with us, right?” Y/N asked as Mike nodded. “How about you Eddie? Do you want to join us?”

Y/N did not know where this newfound confidence of asking him to dinner came from but she glad it suddenly came.

Eddie’s eyes widened as he also nodded his head repeatedly, making Y/N laugh as Dustin just sighed.

“I call shotgun!” Eddie suddenly shouted as he pushed Dustin to the side, leaving the boy confused and making Y/N laugh even more. Dustin flipped Eddie the bird as he got into the backseat along with Mike.

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“And he got nightmares for the entire week after watching The Shining!” Y/N exclaimed as Eddie and Mike laughed while Dustin just grumbled.

The four of them were done with dinner and the topic of conversation the four of them had was Dustin.

Dustin and Mike continued walking as Eddie stopped Y/N, “Hey, we should do this again sometime. You know, just the two of us,”

“Asking me on a date, Eddie?”

“Yeah! I mean I’ve liked you since middle school. I even asked Dustin to set me up with you! I mean he said no,” he said laughing.

“That piece of shit. He knows I like you too. Wonder why he didn’t say anything,” Y/N said, grabbing a pen from her pocket as she grabbed Eddie’s hand, writing her number, “But I agree, we should do this again some time. Call me so we can plan this, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, feeling all flustered.

Dustin looked at the window and saw the two talking. He shouted for the two to get in the car since he need to use the bathroom. The two rushed back as Dustin shook his head with a little smile on his face.

With any luck, Eddie will become Dustin’s brother-in-law. He just needs to wait.

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elzdaizy · 2 years

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Domesticated Freak

Eddie Munson

Warning: 18+, sexual content. just smut and pure fluff.

Masterlist

Song I recommend listening to as it’s mentioned in the story is Love Is Strange by Mickey & Sylvia

Also, credit to whoever made this edit ^ it wasn’t me.

Your arms are aching and sweat drips down your back and your forehead, the heavy box is slowly slipping from your grip as you squeeze your way through the doorframe and trip over the small step that you haven’t become accustomed to yet.

Strong hands grab your hips tightly and steady you then swiftly remove the large, cardboard box from your clutch “Nice one, smooth operator.” A wet kiss smacks against your cheek and Eddie’s flashing a bright smile at you, before sauntering off to add the box to the growing pile in the living room.

“Well maybe if I had some help-”

He’s crossing the room in long, swift steps and his shirtless torso is glistening with sweat from the humid air. “Pardon me?” His curls tickle your cheek and shoulders as he growls and pretends to bite at your neck. “You know I had to get the record player set up. Priorities, toots.” And he’s smacking your bum as he scoots by you to head outside and continue unloading the moving truck.

Day two of hauling boxes and it doesn’t even feel like you’ve made a dent in your progress. When this house made its debut on the market, Eddie jumped on it instantly claiming “this is the one” and “it just speaks to us.” He was greedy for a garage, and office and a basement and dead set on starting a proper life with you; building your own space with its own personality and all of the freedom that comes along with that.

Plus, he’s a real handyman. A born homeowner. Constantly working on his van and busying himself with as many little projects as he could get his hands on. Truly restless, but in the most positive way imaginable. You didn’t know too many men who couldn’t wait to repair the lawnmower and mow the lawn but then again, there wasn’t a single person on earth like Eddie.

A deep sigh escapes when you scan the room in front of you, it all looks so disorganised and overwhelming that you’re wishing everything would just unpack itself. You dig into a box to pull out a thin, paperback book to fan your face and start sifting through Eddie’s record collection. You hum when your fingers land on one of your favourite albums and your eyes close at the first couple of crackles and pops as the needle rests on the vinyl.

Warm hands are burning against your thighs as they travel up your leg and under your shirt to smooth up your stomach, his chest is pressed firmly against your back and his sweat is soaking the fabric. “Nice unpacking tunes, baby. Told you I had my priorities straight.” And you’re crying out softly when he’s sinking his teeth into the tender spot on your neck.

“Mmm, keep whining like that and I’ll have to take you right here on the floor.”

You’re spinning in his grasp and throwing your arms around his neck. “That would be okay with me.”

His eyes travel to your teeth sunken into your bottom lip then back up to your gorgeous eyes. “Could maybe use a break, yeah?” And his juicy lips are finding yours with a quiet murmur against your mouth.

You’re squealing in surprise when Eddie is suddenly flopping to the plush carpeted floor and pulling you down on top of him. “Whoops.” He pulls your lap astride his lap. “I fell, baby. Can my nurse make me feel better?” His hips are pushing upward and forcing you forward as your chests meet.

He rolls his hips into yours again and you sigh when you feel his swelling cock pressing against the fly of his pants. “Mm really hurtin’.” He runs his fingers through your hair and pulls you close to kiss you and slide his tongue along the crease of your lips.

“Hmm, I dunno.” You’re whispering against his lips, “how bad are you hurting exactly?”

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut before wailing exaggeratedly, “So bad, cure me please, you have the magic medicine.” You’re giggling when you start unbuttoning his pants and his faux frown turns changes to a delighted open-mouthed smile as he keeps his eyes gently closed. “Oh yes, mhmm, I think it’s working already.” He hisses when your hand dips into his briefs and his mouth drops open at the feeling of your smooth hand on his silky skin.

He’s certain he will never tire of your face, your mind and your body, as he promised to love you until death do you part just a month ago - and he makes sure he tells you and shows you every. single. day.

He swallows thickly and pulls you close to kiss you again and suddenly his humorous disposition is forgotten as it always is in these moments. “God yes,” his voice is croaked, “fuck me, baby.” And you’re moaning at his words as you pull his pants down to his knees and kick your shorts off across the room.

He’s pushing your panties aside and groaning when his thumb meets your wet core and circles your sensitivity a few times, “So ready for me,” and you’re holding him at your entrance. He’s pressing his tip against your opening and then spreading the dampness around before pushing his head inside and moving his hands to your hips to give you control. He whimpers as you slowly lower yourself along his length and rolls his head back against the lavish carpet. “Yes. Yes, fucking hell.”

He’s never been shy to speak his feelings to you - especially when he’s in ecstasy. And sometimes his words. alone, couples with his provocative rasp, could make you come embarrassingly fast. Your hips rotate in circles when he’s completely buried to his base. He’s pulling you down so your chests meet and he’s bending his knees and lifting his hips to fuck into you slowly, full strokes completely in and out as he watches your face.

“Talk to me.”

You hum and kiss him before muttering, “You’re incredible. Feel so good inside of me. Faster please.”

He nudges your chin up and licks your neck as he speeds up and increment. “Like that?” He’s teasing you to get you to speak to him. As much as he is vocal, he needs you to be as well.

You lick your lips between breathy pants. “Fuck me fast and hard, Eddie. Make me come please.”

He moans into your neck. “That’s it.” and his hips start pounding into you just how you asked. “What else?” His eyes are searching yours as he holds your wrists tightly together between your bodies.

“Mmm... need your fingers.”

He sucks his thumb into his mouth and finds your swell immediately. “Anything for you, baby.” And he’s pressing in little figure eights until your start clamping down on his cocks and he whines before kissing you and exhales a puff of air against your cheek, “Say my name when you come.”

Your thighs are tingling and your centre is pulsing as your orgasm builds and right before you fall off the edge of the cliff, you’re moaning his name against his lips and mumbling nonsense. When it hits you, Eddie pushes fully inside and pauses on a strained whimper before moving his hips faster and joining you in release with a tense cry followed by a drawn-out groan and rambling praises.

You and Eddie were married after just over two years of dating. He knew that he wanted to marry you the instant he saw you in the crowd at one of his bands gigs. You stood out from everyone else in your large friend group; shiny hair, pearly teeth, flattering dress.

Eddie had been backstage when he first noticed you. It wasn’t a large venue, 200 people at max, but his band were just gradually starting to get bigger at that point. He’s been in his band for ten years now, since he was fourteen. Only just in the year he met you did they finally start to blow up, getting the recognition they’d worked so hard for. He’s a brilliant lead guitarist. He’s also a very talented song writer.

He asked a security guard to bring you backstage after the show ended and as soon as he saw your smile up close, heard you speak and smelled your shampoo, he was in love. You were drawn to his good looks right away: chocolate deep brown eyes that contrast his pale skin and long, regal curls that sweep past his shoulders.

His sense of style is bold and suits his toned physique entirely; but what you love most about him is his kind nature, his humorous intelligence, and his playful inclination that hasn’t dulled or faded over time.

He successfully made a name for himself in the music industry in these two short years, not only because of his talent, but because of his charismatic presence that puts even the most sought-after rockstars to shame.

Heavy galloping footsteps paired with clicking nails on hardwood disturb your reverie. Eddie yelps and cover your tits with his palms as a massive pile of soft fur and wet licks invade your intimate recovery. You’re laughing hysterically and Eddie’s batting away and telling him to sit.

Your dog is a little over a year old and you two adopted him together when he was a puppy. Eddie begged for a beagle, saying that they were his ultimate dream dog and he promised to do most of the work. He was unsurprisingly natural with Ozzy as a puppy; patient and loving, calm but firm.

Ozzy is sitting obediently, tail wagging wildly as he watches Eddie for instruction as to what to do next.

“Your instinct was to cover my boobs?”

He shrugs. “I had to protect the precious treasure.”

You’re giggling as you roll off of him and gather your clothes. When you look over your shoulder, Eddie’s got his pants pulled up and he’s tenderly stroking behind your dog’s ear and talking lowly to him. You can hear him say something along the lines of “not the best timing, oz,” and “still love you though.”

You post coital bliss comes to a screeching halt with one reminding glance around your new home and a seemingly endless sea of boxes and displaced furniture. Eddie hears you grumble and he’s on his feet and at your side straight away. “Hey.” His lips bump your ear and his fingers dig into your shoulders. “We’re gonna work together and make his home perfect for us. It’ll be ready in no time. We’re gonna be so happy here, okay?” He’s kissing your cheek, your temple and your neck. “I love you.” You’re repeating the passionate phrase back to him as your turn to face him and find him regarding you freely with a gentle smile. “Plus we have lots of other rooms to christen.”

You both work for hours that day, moving boxes, unpacking, rearranging furniture. You’re distracted by Eddie’s shirtless torso dripping with beads of sweat as you carry a couch across the room as slide it against the wall.

Your body flops onto the cantaloupe leather as you scan the room: half hardwood and half cream-coloured high pile carpet, your collection of mismatched furniture filling the space in a way that makes you relax into the couch a bit.

Your attention is diverted when Eddie clears his throat, you’re glancing at him with a raised eyebrow, “yes?” He gestures over his torso and now you’re even more confused. “What?”

He gestures again and speaks in an obvious tone, “um, sweaty man candy right here in front of you. What’s so great about the rug?” You’re giggling and swatting at him, but he grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet so that your chests then your noses bump. “I think we need a break.”

He’s kissing you and you’re smiling too hard to kiss him back properly. “Another one?” He winks and squeezes your hand as he backs up; when he can’t stretch your arms any farther, he reluctantly drops then as he turns and walks to the turntable.

You’re tapping your foot in anticipation, but when you hear the first chords of “Love Is Strange”, you’re throwing your head back in laughter. “No!” But he’s grabbing your hand and spinning you away from him and back in. “Eddie!”

He pulls your body close to his and bites his bottom lip so hard that his dimple pops. He’s trying not to smile but failing miserably. You give up struggling because you know you’ll never win the battle and when you start dancing just as silly as he is, it only eggs him on with a satisfied cackle, “Gotcha!”

He’s running in place and swinging his bent arms at his sides and you’re laughing so hard you can barely coordinate your limbs. The song is over too quickly and his arms are around your waist; he’s blowing a wet raspberry into your neck and you’re squeaking in his ear.

“Let me make you dinner.” He spins you in the direction of the kitchen and slaps your bum lightly.

“With what food exactly?”

He taps his chin with the tip of his finger. “Oh, good call. How about a ride in the van, baby?”

He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you as you nod enthusiastically and he’s scooping you up into his arms and running out the front door. “Eddie, don’t you think you should go get a shirt?” And then he’s spinning back on his heel and running back inside to grab his loose band tee before turning around and running back to his van in the driveway.

Your feet find the ground as you hear the click and groan from the metal door. Eddie holds the passenger entry open for you with a bow to his head. You giggle and curtsy. “Thank you.”

He watches your legs and ass when you climb in and wolf whistles before shutting the door behind you and leaning through the open window. “Kiss?”

You’re hissing from the burn of the hot leather on your bare legs before sitting on your knees and resting your forearms on the window to fulfil his request. His kiss is heated with commitment and you’re sighing into his rosy lips.

“How’s pizza sound?”

You sit back with a pant and nod, “popsicles too?”

He pinches your cheek with a click of his tongue against his teeth, “decent.” And he’s jogging around to his side of the van and clambering in to start the engine with a low roar.

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If you enjoy please let me know! Then I will continue with multiple parts to this particular storyline. Otherwise, requests are open as well for more specific stories you’d like to read - about either Eddie or Joseph. :)

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katcoquette · 2 years

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As Long As I Have You

Steve Harrington x Reader

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summary: your boyfriend tries to stay strong for the people around him, but sometimes it's too much, and then he just needs you.

★ word count: 654

★ tw: talks of violence, torture, takes place between season 3 & 4.

★ author's note: joe keery has my heart with everything he does. i love him so here's Steve bc Steve <3

You hadn’t been there when it happened, hearing about it later from Robin who filled in the details that were too painful for your boyfriend to relive. He acted tough, like none of it bothered him for the sake of the kids, but you knew it haunted him.

He’d been tortured by Russians. You’d tell him, It was okay to not be okay. But he’d just smiled softly, and kissed you, and told you he was fine.

That had been a few weeks ago.

You hear quiet tapping on the glass of your window, startling you from your reading. With only a lamp illuminating your room, you couldn’t quite make out the figure on your roof, but you assumed it was Steve.

You put the book down on your nightstand and get up to open it for him, a smile already set on your lips.

The window creaks as you lift it up, and Steve swings his legs over the sill. “Hi, baby. I didn’t know you were coming over today- hey… are you okay?” He’s paused in the window, arms holding him steady on both sides of his body but he’s looking down at the carpet on your floor.

You crouch down enough that you can see tears on his face, but he keeps his gaze averted. “Hey, hey…” You cup his face in your hands, and gently force him to meet your eyes. He’s biting his lip to hold back a sob, completely disheveled. Your heart breaks for him.

“Stevie…” Your thumb brushes across his cheek, and he leans into your palm. “I’m sorry- I just…” His voice cracks.

You shush him, standing up and pulling him up with you. Once you’re both standing inside your room, you wrap your arms around him tightly, holding him as close as you can. “I’m here, Steve. I gotchyou.” He sniffles into your shoulder, clinging to you.

After a few minutes you pull away, searching his eyes. “Do you want to talk about it?” He nods, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Okay.” You confirm, shutting the window and then leading him to your bed.

You prop yourself up against the headboard, then open your arms to him. He kicks off his shoes and climbs into your arms, resting his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around you.

It killed you to see him this fragile, but you had an idea of what had caused this. You rubbed his back as you waited for him to start talking.

He confirmed your suspicions, telling you the same story as before, but this time, he told you everything. It had been bad enough hearing it from Robin, but as you held your boyfriend in your arms and he cried as he recounted his experience, you broke.

By the time he finished, you had silent tears drawing lines down your face.

You hold him tighter, “Thank you for telling me.” Your voice falters and he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowing as he notices your tears. He smiles sadly as he sits up, moving so he’s next to you. “My sweet girl.” He says quietly, putting an arm over your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

You grab his shirt, “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Steve. So so sorry.” You sob. He wipes his cheeks, then kisses the top of your head. “I know, Y/N. Me too.”

And then he’s putting his other arm around you. “But I have you, and that makes it all a little better.” You look up at him, giving him a small smile, and nod.

“Always.” You prop yourself up enough to reach his lips, his arms still loosely around you. “Always.” You repeat, then press your lips to his.

The kiss is fervent, full of emotion, as if you could take away all his pain with it. And you suppose you could try to.

So you do.

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anggelic · 2 years

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i love you maxine <3

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prettytoxix · 2 years

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A day off📚

Billy Hargrove x Reader

POV: he’s not a jerk 🤗

Summary: You notice Billy is sick before school starts so you make him stay home and take care of him

Word count: 1066

Billy had always been the stubborn one in our relationship. He does it as a joke mostly but other times he’s just so set on doing everything to his standards. But today he actually didn’t protest any.

When he arrived at my house to pick me up for school, like usual, he didn’t look like he was feeling good. Me being a concerned girlfriend I instantly ask him how he feels and place my hand on his forehead and his cheeks to make sure his temperature is fine.

He gently grabs my hand off his cheek and kisses the back of it, insisting that he feels fine. But I cant help but feel like he’s starting to get a fever. His face is red and starting to bead with sweat, his cheeks felt hotter than usual, and it almost looks like he’s shaking a little bit.

“Are you sure you’re fine? I don’t want you going to school if you’re starting to get sick.”

“I’m probably just getting a bug from Max. I’m fine though, alright? I got this.”

“Billy, you literally look like you’re gonna pass out. Why don’t we both just take the day off and get you some rest?”

“Are you sure? I know you have a test today.”

“I’ll survive. Now let’s get to your house, okay?”

Billy doesn’t protest and drives to his house pulling into the driveway. Neither of his parents, his dad or his step mom, are home.

“I’m surprised you’re not being all stubborn like usual… I was fully prepared to have a 10 minute argument just trying to get you back home.” I tell him jokingly as we unbuckle and start to make our way inside.

“I’ll never deny alone time with you. Maybe this is part of my plan, you ever think of that?”

“What plan?” I ask smirkingly.

“I’ll get you sick too so I can take care of you.” He puts his arm around my waist.

“How sweet of you.” I say sarcastically as he leans in for a kiss.

I get Billy to lay down in his bed while I go to the kitchen and grab some water plus some crackers.

I want to make this day as relaxing as possible. I’m trying to think of some simple things to do that’ll keep him busy so he doesn’t whine all day. I know if we just hang out all day doing nothing then Billy is going to complain. Maybe we could pop into family video real quick and rent a movie. That’s not a bad idea actually.

I arrive back into Billy’s room where he’s patiently waiting for me. I set the water and crackers on the side table while sitting on the end of his bed.

“I was thinking, do you maybe want to rent a movie for today?”

“Hmmm, I think I’ll pass. I have a few other ideas.” He says smirking. I already know what he’s thinking and we’re absolutely not doing that right now. It’s supposed to be a relaxing day.

“We’re not doing that.” I tell him blatantly. “Today is for resting. Why don’t you figure out what else you want to and we’ll do it, alright?“

He sighs and his eyes widen with an idea. “Could you read to me?” Thats odd. Billy never enjoys books.

“I thought you didn’t like books. You must be really sick.” I joke, placing my hand on his head again.

“I just really like listening to your voice.” He says. His hand brushes my hair away from my face. How could I say no to that? I get up and look through his shelf. Luckily I left my book here last time I was over. Billy always sleeps in and I’m usually up by 7 so sometimes I’ll just sit there and read.

With the book in my hands I begin to read aloud. My hand finds my way to his hair. I gently massage his head while he listens contently.

After I read about three chapters, we start to get hungry for lunch. We make our way to the kitchen and I find a can of soup in the pantry.

We sit at the table joking while eating our soup. It feels nice to joke with Billy like this. For the most part he’s kind of closed off in front of other people. He puts on this tough act in front of other people. But with me he’s light hearted and sweet.

After lunch we sit in the living room and he insists on playing a card game. He grabs a deck of cards from the little hallway closet and sits down on the couch next to me.

Before we even begin the game I make us some tea to sip on simply because you can never go wrong with tea. Billy isn’t a fan of tea but for once he didn’t complain about it today.

I sit back down and he deals out our cards. He explains the rules of war to me like I’ve never played it. I let him explain it anyways.

“Dot worry, I’ll let you win.” He jokes as we start.

I beat him four times in a row and I can see his competitiveness come out. Not like it’s a game of strategy, but he’s getting frustrated with the amount of losses he’s suffering.

Just when he deals the next set of cards, Max walks through the front door and sees us.

“Why weren’t you guys at school today?”

Billy clears his throat, storing away this light hearted person and bringing out the tough and emotionless one. He’s about to say something but I answer the question before he can.

“Billy wasn’t feeling well so he took a sick day.”

“He looks fine to me.” She remarks.

“Yeah well he was pretty bad this morning so we just took the day to relax.”

“I see…” she looks down and sees the card game we’re playing. “Hey can you deal me in?” She asks, setting her bag by the door and sitting on the couch by me before we can even reply. I would have said yes anyways.

Billy, Max, and I play card games for the rest of the evening until their parents get home. They invite me to stay over for dinner and I quickly accept, not wanting this perfect day to end.

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currently taking requests for smuts, drabbles, hc's, imagines, one-shots for stranger things! i write for nearly every character and am comfortable writing nearly any ship, request! feel free to request with a prompt if you'd like as well! my asks are completely open as of now!

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#stranger things #stranger things requests #eddie munson #joseph quinn #steve harrington #joe keery #stranger things imagine #nancy wheeler #smut #robin buckley #jim hopper #joyce byers #st4 #writing #st4 imagine #steve x reader #steddie x reader #billy hargrove

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fictionalho · 2 years

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hellfire imagine

mike: where are you going?

eddie: uh, bathroom?

dustin: 2 seconds after y/n passed by? funny.

erica: nasty ass.

#eddie munson #eddiemunson x reader #hellfire club #joseph quinn #st4 imagine

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thelostmagicians · 6 months

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Love Comes In Threes | Steve Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington loves you, he just can't say it. [2k]

Fluff, comfort, slight angst, emotionally/verbally constipated Steve

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The last time Steve Harrington said I love you to someone she ripped out his heart and left with the boy she told him not to worry about.

He doesn’t remember the last time he said it to his parents, only that he stopped trying after he kept getting the dial tone in response to his feelings.

So you weren’t exactly surprised or upset when he kissed you instead of saying it back 6 months into your relationship.

The first time you said I love you to Steve it was a stormy evening. The both of you agreed to take things slow, wounds from the past still open and healing. But he just looked so handsome that night with his hair tousled in a perfect mess, red creeping on his cheeks from the cold air as the both of you raced towards his car trying to protect yourselves from the rain. He turned the heat on as he took your hands in his in an effort to warm you up. You tried to hold it in, you swear you did, but the love you had for him weighed down on you like an anchor and you thought if you didn’t tell him that second you were going to drown in your own feelings.

“I love you,” you had whispered as he continued rubbing his fingers over yours. He paused his actions, shyly looking up. The red on his cheeks could no longer be blamed on the cold because now he was feeling as the sun was glowing warm in his heart.

“You sure?” he asked you. Instead of answering you kissed him, hoping your lips would act as a spout and pour how you felt directly into him.

You knew that like you, Steve had been hurt in the past so when he pulled you in for another kiss instead of saying it back you never questioned him.

But that was a year ago.

Almost two years into the relationship and Steve still hasn’t said I love you back. Every time he hears it fall from your lips, he’ll just give your hand a squeeze and carry on. You want to think it isn’t a big deal. You try to convince yourself that the L word isn’t necessary in your relationship, not when you share a home, a bed, secrets, and, hopefully, a family in the future. But no matter how hard you try to ignore your feelings it still leaves you disappointed when you see couples everywhere throw the three words around like they’re playing catch. It’s an endless cycle of disappointment for not hearing it, guilt for questioning the love Steve has for you, and frustration for why it mattered so much.

“As someone who Steve previously loved, do you think he actually loves me or is he just… settling?”

Your question makes Nancy freeze, the book she was previously trying to shove back in the shelf falls with a loud thud. She throws an apologetic smile at the librarian who shakes her head in disapproval.

“What are you even talking about?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I brought it up. But I was just thinking, Steve loved you Nance. He told you he loved you. It’s been years and people still remember how broken he was after you left. Like if I left would he be just as sad or would he be okay.”

“Are you planning on leaving Steve?” Nancy stutters out.

“Well no…definitely no. It just makes me wonder if people can see that Steve loves me or if they think of me as the passerby keeping him from you while you were the one that got away. Whenever I tell someone I’m dating Steve all I ever hear is good on him for moving on, poor thing was a wreck after Nancy Wheeler left.”

Nancy picks up her stack of books as she leads you to the front desk, “Look what Steve and I had was over before we both even realized it was over. He loves you, I think… I think he loves you more than he could’ve ever loved me. And why do you even care what people think? These are the same people who think Robin is a sinner and that my parents are happily married.”

You roll your eyes in affection as you help her with her books. “I guess you’re right…” you trail off as your eye catches a magazine. In big bold letters you read 100 Different Signs Your Man Loves You.

“Oh please you can’t be serious.”

You give her a sheepish smile as you check out your rental and head back home.

The magazine was utter trash. It had nothing, but surface value declarations that did nothing to soothe your worries. You stopped reading after sign 8 when it said Ladies if your man compliments your cooking, then it means he’s thinking about locking it down! Because remember a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach!

Your Steve wasn’t like this. Your Steve was the kind of guy who knew you were having a bad day before you even had the chance to tell him. Your Steve was the kind of guy who would willingly wake up early and go out into snow just to heat up your car so you won’t have to drive in the cold.

You sigh as you toss the magazine in the back of the car making a mental note to drop it off at the library on your way to pick up Robin for your girls day.

You honk twice in front of Vickie’s house before Robin comes bolting down the driveway, shoes in hand and trying to wrestle her jacket on. She gives you a wave before climbing in and greeting you with a tight hug.

“I see your sleepover went well,” you tease.

Before she can tease back Vickie knocks on the window prompting Robin to roll it down.

“Hi, Vickie” you smirk up at her, eyes darting to the purple bruise under her ear that she poorly tried to conceal with makeup.

She waves shyly, “Robin… I forgot to say,” she looks at you nervously, “Nevermind, just I’ll see you tomorrow.” She quickly kisses Robin’s cheek and scurries back inside.

“So… what was that whole thing with Vickie about?” you try to ease in.

Robin bumps her head on the window when you pull into a parking spot, “Oh Vickie? She’s still nervous about saying the L word publicly so that’s what she was doing.”

“At least she’s saying it privately,” you huff under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing, I was just asking how she says it in public if she isn’t comfortable?”

“You know the cheek kisses she gave, that was it.”

You quickly put the shirt you’re holding back on the rack before looking at Robin confused. “What do you mean, is that your guys’ secret language?”

Robin laughs, pulling up a skirt to herself. “No silly, haven’t you ever heard the saying love comes in threes. When you touch someone three consecutive times it’s the equivalent of I. Love. You. Hence three cheek kisses equal an I love you.”

“That’s so cute,” you squeal, squeezing her arm and testing it out for yourself.

She squeezes back instantly, “I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it, considering Steve’s the one that introduced me to it.”

Your steps falter behind her. “Hang on, Steve? My Steve, told you that?”

“Yeah, he said his Nana used to do it when they were kids or something like that. Told me before I told Vickie I loved her. Do you think this skirt is cute or should I save my money for a Madonna tape?”

Robin keeps rambling as you stay in place, your thoughts spiraling. Her confession makes you think about every single time Steve’s ever touched you. Every morning before you part ways how he pecks your lips once, twice, and a little longer the third time. How he squeezes your waist three times when he walks past you to get his favorite mug. How he reaches for your thigh, hand, anything he can get ahold of just to get three squeezes in. How he taps your arm in his sleep, again always in threes. You would stay up trying to figure out what song his taps represent before eventually drifting off yourself.

This whole time you were waiting for Steve to verbally express his love when he was doing it quietly in his own way, more often than you ever did.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until you feel a tear slowly drip down your neck.

“Hey what’s wrong are you okay?” Robin asks frantically. She drops her bags, hands squeezing your arms and eyes darting around for any signs of danger.

You nod through your tears, “I’m okay, can we just go. I have to get home, I know it’s crazy but…”

Robin nods, grabbing your arm and leading you to the exit.

The car ride back home is quiet, Robin didn’t even whisper a goodbye when she left simply settling with a quick peck to your forehead and soft smile.

Your thoughts feel overwhelming like everything is going a mile a minute when you think about Steve. You think about your first date, your second, and your third and so on. How Steve ended every night with three of something.

Your body is on autopilot as you make your way through the front door. Keys tossed in the bowl, coat hung up, and shoes thrown off.

“Hey baby, you alright? Robin called asking if you were okay.” A concerned Steve comes into your vision, he quickly wipes his hands on the kitchen towel before flinging it over his shoulder and kissing you. Once, twice, and thrice.

Your hard stare makes him nervous, he’s never seen you like this before. “Honey,” he whispers out.

You take a deep breath in, “You never said I love you to me, not after I said it first, not even when you asked me to move in.” You pause trying to compose yourself while Steve avoids your gaze. “This whole time I thought you didn’t love me like you should, that you loved me, but you weren’t in love with me.”

Steve lifts his head up, baffled, he goes to argue until you lift your hand up signaling him to wait.

“Robin told me something about how love comes in threes, today. How three taps, or any kind of touch in rapid succession three times is the equivalent of an I love you,” he finally meets your gaze as you slowly walk over to him, tugging on his waist to hold him as close as possible. “You told me you loved me on our first date, you told me the night we had our first kiss, you told me on our anniversary. And you tell me everyday. I don’t think there’s an hour that goes by without you telling me.”

Steve pulls you into his chest before gently lifting your head and kissing you three times. You giggle at the not-so-secret-anymore gesture. “I’m trying. I really am trying hard to say it, but I do. I really do. I want you to know how important you are, but I’m also scared. So I guess this was my way of saying it, reminding myself that when I do eventually say the words… you won’t leave.”

“I’m sorry…I’m so sorry for not seeing your love. For not understanding that even though you love me quietly you love me the most. Your love is in the tiny but grand gestures that I take for granted, but would miss deeply if I didn’t have it. I don’t need the words anymore Steve, I just need you because you love me more than I ever thought was possible and that’s enough. You’re enough.”

He squeezes your shoulder three times before whispering the words you’ve always wanted to hear from him.

They say love comes in threes and your love with Steve may be quiet, but it’s everywhere.

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obsessedelusional · 2 months

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chocolate (smut)

paring ↬ Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary ↬ You’ve been with Eddie for over three years, it’s only natural that the two of you would get comfortable? But are you too comfortable? It’s been nearly a month since you two had sex. When you realize that it sends you into a panic, desperate to find that spark again. You purchase enhancing chocolate and a sexy outfit, as a a surprise. What happens when your plans fall through, causing a argument?

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a/n: thank you for all the love on my last eddie one shot, inspired me to finish this.. which if I’m being entirely honest is from a request from well over a year ago and has been sitting unfinished since then.. anyways.. luveeee you

Feedback & Reblogs appreciated! Thank you ᜊ

Being three years into a relationship things can become stagnant but you always swore that would never happen to your relationship with Eddie. Yet here you two were on your way into the roommate phase. You two too comfortable cohabiting, like a couple of friends sharing a bedroom. A bedroom that hasn’t seen any action in weeks. Three weeks, four days to be exact.

A few day shy of a month is when it hit you like a ton of bricks. Sending you into a deep one sided spiral focused on your relationship with Eddie. No one’s to blame, both of your work schedules taking up so much time. Eddie worked Monday through Friday at the local mechanic shop. His weekends usually spent with his band. Between attending college and work, you we’re just as busy.

It was a rare occasion that your schedules aligned to have the same day off. So when a coworker asked to switch days off so they could have Tuesday off and you’d be off on Sunday, you happily agreed. Deciding in that moment you’d do something to reignite the relationship.

After some thought you decided to surprise Eddie with some sexy goodies. A quick trip to the local sex shop and less than a hundred dollars later, you have a bag full of supplies. You decided on a black lace lingerie set that didn’t leave much up to the imagination and aphrodisiac chocolate. Something you have never done with Eddie before. When you get home Eddie isn’t there so you hide your new things saving them for Sunday.

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“You work today?” Eddie asks curiously, when he comes out of the bathroom to find you sat in the kitchen. Normally by now you were long gone, it’s almost noon and he’s just waking up.

“No someone wanted to switch so I have today off.” You explain, smile plastered across your face. It was Sunday afternoon and you were excited to execute your plans. Eddie moves closer towards you, examining the spread of breakfast you prepared for him.

“What’s all this for?” He asks reaching for a slice of bacon throwing it into his mouth.

“For you. Just wanted to do something special.” You respond, Eddie wraps his half naked body around you enveloping you in a tight hug.

“Thank you baby.” He says face digging into your shoulder, smelling your hair. He pulls away just far enough to brush it out of the way. Moving in again, kissing up your neck. You have so much pent up sexual frustration you’re ready to say fuck this food and your entire plan, ready to let Eddie take you right then and there.

Before you can take it to the next level, he pulls away completely. Grabbing a plate and serving himself the food you prepared. Eddie doesn’t notice the exaggerated eye roll you give just sits down at the table, filling his face.

“This is delicious,” he mumbles between chewing bringing a smile back to you. You join him with your own plate, sitting next to him. He does the silly little thing he’s always done, dragging your chair with you in it closer to him. He looks proud when your close enough to his liking, going back to the meal in front of him. You eat filled with contentment that after all these years he still does the tiny things still.

“Any plans for today?” You ask. Eddie looks up from a his plate like he’s thinking.

“Yeah the bands meeting at two to practice for a few hours.” He says, your face tells on you falling into a frown.

“I promise as soon as we’re done. You’ll have my full undivided attention all night, okay?” He does his best to reassure you but you can’t help but feel irritated and it’s apparent in your demeanor.

“Is there something else you wanted to do today?” He asks, confused by your sudden change in mood.

“I had a surprise for you but I’ll guess it’ll wait.”

“What was it?” He asks.

“It can wait... You can find out when ever you decide to come home.” You respond, the annoyance heavy in your tone.

“Whatever.” He laughs causing an unreasonable amount of anger to flood over you.

“Whatever? I just wanted to do something for us today.” You raise your voice standing up in the process, leaving Eddie sat alone at the table. He lets out an defeated groan, you ignore it. Heading straight to your bedroom. Suddenly the apartment feels too small wishing you could escape somewhere else. Crawling into bed, hiding under the covers letting the frustrated tears fall.

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You’re not sure how much time has passed, you had fallen asleep after you and Eddie’s little tiff. The sound of someone entering the room is what stirs you, the feeling of Eddie climbing into bed next to you is what fully wakes you. He slips through the covers, finding you and cuddling with you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. You roll over to face him, he looks genuinely upset.

“I’m sorry too.” You sigh. Eddie goes to talk but you cut him short by speaking up.

“I just wanted to do something special for you because we’ve basically turned into roommates.”

“Baby that’s not true.”

“It is Eddie. We haven’t had sex in almost a month.”

“No it hasn’t been…” His voice trails off trying to remember the last time, drawing a blank.

“It’s no one’s fault, we’re both just busy. I was so excited to spend today with you, I should have told you beforehand not just expected you.” You say, holding back tears. Eddie has started lightly tracing the side of your face listening to you speak.

“The insecure part of me has been spiraling for the last week, thinking the worst. That maybe we haven’t done anything because you don’t want me anymore.” As you talk the tears slowly trickle out from your eyes, landing on your pillow. Eddie wipes away at your tears before responding, pulling you in closer in the process.

“That is far from the case, baby. I love you so much. I’ve been working so much and focusing on the band. I forgot to prioritize you.” He pulls you all the way, slipping an arm under you hugging you tightly. Placing a sweet kiss on your head.

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After a much needed conversation that lasted a solid hour, Eddie and you were still laid in bed. Topic had moved on to something less heavy. Eddie was now sat up in bed, you resting your head in his lap while he plays with your hair. You had just found out that he skipped practice because he felt so shitty.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m glad I did. This was needed. Plus how will I ever get my surprise, huh?” You shake your head no feeling as if the moments been ruined.

“Come on just tell me what it was.” He begs, you push up from his lap to see his face. His big brown puppy eyes on full display, bottom lip pouting. He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. You groan before getting out of bed and heading straight to the drawer where you hid the goodies. In a swift motion you pull out the plastic bag, tossing it at Eddie. He catches it pulling out the items inside.

“This isn’t gonna fit me.” He jokes, holding the lingerie by a single strap. You roll your eyes before snatching it out of his hands. He continues digging through the bag finding the special chocolate.

“Chocolate?” He asks confused.

“It’s enhancing chocolate.” His face is still full of confusion.

“It’s suppose to stimulate blood flow, enhances performance.” You explain watching as Eddie reads over the box.

“What are we waiting for?” He asks, ripping open the package. Before you can protest he plops his half in his mouth, passing you the other half. You follow in his lead eating the chocolate.

“How long does it take?” Eddie asks, examining the box further.

“20 to 40 minutes? What the hell are we supposed to do until then?” He says throwing the box the side, looking up at you. Eyes going from the lingerie to your face, his grin growing.

“We can start with you putting that on.” Eddie suggests.

A few long minutes later, you come out of the bathroom dressed in your new lingerie. His eyes find you, muttering ‘fuck’. He stands up from the bed approaching you. Once he’s a few inches away from, his hands find your hips. Letting himself explore your body in this new outfit. Tracing the lacey undergarment with his hands.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts your face before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you softly. You return the kiss, you fingers reaching behind his neck. Finding his hair and tangling them in the nape of his neck, tugging slightly. Just enough to elicit a small moan from his lips.

You two are twisted together, without breaking the kiss he begins to take a few steps back. You follow as he sits on the bed, climbing into his lap. Pushing him till he’s on his back and you’re straddling his hips. You’re eager, ready to take it farther kissing down his neck. Lowering your body, pressing delicate kisses along his torso as you go.

Eddie watches closely as you pull his bottoms off, lifting his hips and helping you to get him undressed. As soon as he’s fully nude, your making yourself comfortable inbetween his legs.

“How do I know it’s the chocolate and not what you’re doing that has my dick so hard?” He questions, making you roll your eyes laugh in softly.

“Shh..” You respond, taking his erection in your hand pumping it slowly.

When he doesn’t shut up trying to press the question again, you kiss his tip before licking the crown of his cock. That shuts him up, watching your lips part around him. Your head moving up and down. Eddie lets his moans out as his tip hits the back of your throat. His eyes nearly roll in the back of his head when your hand starts to play with his balls.

“F-fuck!” Eddie groans as he gently pushes your head lower, enjoying the sight of his cock dissaprering into your throat.

A mess of your saliva pools at the base of his cock. He holds you there for a few moments, tears forming at your eyes until he lets go. You quickly lift your head, a long web of drool hangs from your lips to his cock. You make eye contact wipe it away then use that hand to pump him again.

Before you can continue, he’s guiding you up his body. Kissing your swollen and slick lips. Your core rests on his wet cock, you don’t waste a moment grinding your hips. Both of you moan into the kiss at the friction. His cock slips through your folds, hitting your clit. It feels too good and he hasn’t even entered yet. You’ve been waiting too long for this, so you raise your hips. He takes the hint aligning himself with your hole. You sink down slowly, inch by inch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Eddie mutters, his hands gripping your hips. The feeling of being filled is overwhelming. The stretch is a bit paniful but in the best way possible. You look down at Eddie before moving your hips at a steady pace. Both of you moaning, his grip tightening leaving marks in their wake. Guiding your hips to move faster.

Your pace quickens, taking him deeply. Every inch of him plunging into your warmth. You’re too distracted by the sensation to notice him pulling you closer. Eddie hungrily kissing you, his tongue asking for permission by sliding against your lips. Your mouth opens, tongues meeting each other. Without any warning Eddie’s hips thrust into you. A moan breaks the kiss, as he continues to jerk himself into you. His movements matching yours. It stops for a moment only because Eddie is rolling over on top of you.

“Get on your knees, I want to fuck you from behind.” He demands and you gladly listen. Positioning yourself infront of him, your ass up and face down.

Eddie take his cock, pushing it in one quick thrust. Watching as he disappears into your hole. He’s pounding into you, giving you no time to adjust. Your whimpers grow louder as he fucks you at a brutal pace. The sensation of his balls hitting your clit adds to the pleasure.

You’re gripping the sheets, pushing back against his thrusts. Eddie grabs a fist of your hair, pulling it. Tears swell at your eyes, it hurts so good. As you bite your lip, he continues his pace. Fucking you so roughly. Your body begins to tremble as you get closer to your finish, letting Eddie know your close. That what he is doing is working.

You disolve into pleasure, your body becoming putty as he keeps pounding into you. A chocked sob leaves your mouth as you come undone. Your walls spasm bringing Eddie closer to his end. With a few more jerks of hips he’s coming, panting your walls with his seed. He releases your hair, kissing your shoulder tenderly. He pulls out, dropping onto his back. You lay down next to him. Your chests heaving as you both try to breathe.

“How long is it supposed to last?” Eddie asks so you reach for the box.

“Uh… effect could last up to three hours.” You read out loud.

“I feel like I could go again.” He admits, looking down at his erection.

“Yeah?” You ask eagerly.

“Mhmm we have to make up for lost time.” He says, facing you bringing his lips to your chest. Nibbling softly on your skin.

“But I think it’s only fair I taste you this time.” He whispers, kissing down your stomach and to your core.

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londonharrington · 2 years

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peace | steve harrington x fem!reader

Steve tells Y/N his dreams for the two of them but she isn’t sure if she’s the right person for the job; she is.

notes: st4 volume 2 spoilers

i’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me

“You know, I’ve always dreamed of this.”

The adults (Y/N, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie) and the kids (Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Erica) were on the way to commence their plans that they made in other to try and hopefully kill Vecna. They were currently inside the van that they stole from Eddie’s neighbors. Steve in the driver’s seat as Y/N sat on the passenger’s seat and the rest of them in the back.

“You’ve always dreamt of driving a stolen van in order to kill a monster from the upside down?” Y/N asked, laughing.

“No. I mean driving a van like this,” he said while grabbing one of her hands and kissing the knuckles. “Yeah, it's silly, but I've actually, I always had this dream that I'd have this really big family. I'm talking, like, uh, a full brood of Harringtons. Like, five, six kids.” he continued.

“You want six kids?”

“Yeah. Six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys. And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons, we would pack into something like this and… just see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, maybe Yellowstone. End up in some beachside town in California. Spend a week parked in the sand. Learn how to surf or something.”

“That sounds really nice, Steve. Except for the six kids part. You trying to build a basketball team of something?” she laughed.

“I mean, we had some practice, didn’t we?”

With this, Y/N just smiled at him but kept silent. She knew why he was telling her this. She was part of this dream of his. But Y/N cannot help but feel out of place with this dream. Sure, she would love to be part his dream for the two of them in the future. But she cannot help but feel a little insecure about all of this.

Her thoughts were suddenly pulled away from her as they stopped in front of the Creel house.

Y/N cannot help but pray to whatever god is out there to help them succeed in whatever plan they have.

♡ ♡ ♡

Y/N, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were on their way back toward where came form, after being strangled by one of Vecna’s tentacle things for god knows how long. After being let go by said tentacles, Y/N cannot help but hug Steve as he soothed her back, whispering sweet nothings to her ear.

The four of them suddenly heard Dustin shout for help as they saw Eddie on his lap, trying to fight for his life. Steve suddenly let Y/N go as he helped Dustin carry Eddie back to their Hawkins.

When they got to Hawkins, Y/N and Nancy immediate started to contact the people they knew who worked for the government (with the years they’ve spent in dealing with the supernatural things in Hawkins, obviously they have contacts in the government).

“Hey, they said they’ll clear Eddie’s charges and they’ll compensate him for his troubles,” Nancy said. Y/N sighed in relief as she sat down on one of those uncomfortable plastic chairs.

“You make him really happy, you know?” Nancy suddenly said.

“Huh? What are you on about?”

“Steve. You make him really happy.”

“You’re just saying that, Nancy.”

“It’s true! I’ve never seen him that happy! And he really loves you, like crazy. You know last night, when you were left to babysit the kids when we went to the upside down? The one where we got stuck? Steve kept muttering how much he wishes you were there so you can make the mood better! Eddie had to hit him in the head just for him to stop,” Nancy said laughing. She suddenly stopped as she quickly muttered a goodbye to Y/N as she left.

Y/N was confused until she saw Steve walking towards her.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Yeah, of course. What do you want to talk about?”

“I think I scared you when I told you my dream. Listen, we do not have to do any of that. I just want to be with you until the end of time. With or without kids,” Steve rambled as he grabbed her hands into his.

“Steve. I would love nothing more than to fulfill that dream of yours, because frankly that’s also my dream,”

“But?”

“What if I’m not good enough for your dream? Like what if we do get married and have children, but in the middle of it, you find somebody much better than me?”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m not leaving you, Y/N.”

“You’re just saying that now, Steve. I’m not perfect like the other girls. Who knows what you’ll feel in five or ten years,” Y/N just rambled, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Listen. Y/N, I know you’re not perfect. Heck, nobody is. But you are perfect for me. And that is enough for me to know that I’ll be yours forever and ever,” Steve smiled as he placed his forehead onto hers, rubbing their noses with one another.

“Promise?”

“I promise, with all my heart.”

“Can we name one of our children after my mom?”

“As long as we get to name one of our children after Dustin,” Steve replied, kissing her forehead again.

“Huh, why?”

Steve went on a story that happened even before they got together. Y/N felt reassured that Steve will be there for her, no matter what.

Nothing and no one will stop them from loving each other. Not now, not ever.

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I Need U More Than Life

Eddie Munson

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, drug use (weed), knife play, choking.

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Recommended song to listen to whilst reading is I Want You by Kings Of Leon

Blurb: You and Eddie have been fuck buddies for a few months now and when the events of the upside down and vecna take place, it makes you realise how much you actually like him. This is set in a universe where Eddie survives.

“You like him.” Steve suddenly speaks up, carefully inhaling some smoke before he looks at you.

His words surprise you and you furrow your eyebrows, not understanding what he’s talking about. Your brain is almost a bit slow now, and you’re really glad this was working after the events of hell that just occurred from Vecna.

“What?�� You ask, smoothing your hands up and down your bare thighs. The cotton shorts you were wearing exposed most of them and you could see the many scars that graced your body from the war you’d just been in.

You actually didn’t mind your scars. They told the story of how brave you’d been, representing your strength.

“Eddie. You like him.” Steve smiles at you, his eyes were a bit intimidating with the dim light in his living room making them appear that way.

You look away from him, poking your finger nails into your skin on your legs. You really liked that you could relax now, wearing comfy clothes and smoking weed to calm the remaining nerves.

“Eddie is stubborn,” You speak up after a few seconds and furrow your eyebrows, reaching to grab the joint Steve was handing to you for another hit. “He’s arrogant, annoying, hard to handle..”

You look up to meet his eyes and he is already smiling at you.

“You didn’t deny it.” Steve points out. “I know you two have been fucking, I can see the hickeys all over your chest, and I also know that doesn’t make you two in love, but anyone can see that you like each other. He trusts you and that says a lot.”

You choke on the smoke and cough several times, completely forgetting the fact you were wearing a tank top.

You didn’t know Eddie had told Steve about you two having sex, so this caught you off guard a little.

You started sleeping with Eddie about two months ago. Strictly just a benefits situation because you were both drunk one night at the Hideout and ended up back at Eddie’s trailer. You were in his original year at school, the year he was supposed to graduate the first time around.

Throughout high school, you were one of the mean girls, unfortunately. Not a bully, but you wouldn’t have been caught dead associating yourself with Eddie and his friends. In fact, throughout high school Eddie used to purposefully get under your skin, teasing you and your cheerleader friends about how stuck up you were. He was right, but it annoyed you and you were surprised when you slept with him that night, two years after you’d graduated and hadn’t seen Eddie in almost a year.

You returned to Hawkins after backpacking around the world for eighteen months and when you got back all of your friends had moved away to college and you were stuck working in the family video store with Steve and Robin, who you had become close with in the five months since you returned.

You and Eddie used to have sex a shameful amount before Vecna appeared, three weeks ago, yet all the events make it feel like he hasn’t touched you in months. It’s been two weeks since you left the Upside Down after defeating the evil and god, you missed feeling Eddie close to you. You missed feeling him inside of you.

You forgot how horny you get whenever you smoke, it was a dangerous combination that you had around Eddie.

“I don’t like him.” You pout, hugging your knees against your chest. “I like the way he’s around me now. He’s funny sometimes too. I like his hands. I also like his eyes, and I like the way he touches me.”

Shut up, you think to yourself.

“Sure, that’s all you like.” Steve snorts, grabbing the joint back. “You know, I’ve been watching you two through all of this shit. The dynamic between you two is something natural, your behaviour is so similar that you don’t even realise. It’s funny.”

“We’re not similar.” You huff. “I’m smarter.”

“Why do I have a feeling you’re talking about me?” Eddie’s voice startles you and you didn’t even realise he walked down the stairs, you were so lost in this conversation with Steve that you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.

Eddie’s wearing just some black sweatpants, his long hair was wet and falling down his shoulders. You notice he has changed his bandage on his own. You hate that it covers his tattoos, you miss tracing them with your fingers. And your tongue.

The tattoos on his chest were exposed though... he was so fucking pretty.

“I’ll take the way you’re staring at me as a yes.” Eddie says, and you quickly look up to his face, and he’s already smiling at you. “Your living room reeks of weed, did you take my stash, Steve?”

“I helped you find your stash, you’re welcome.” Steve chuckles. “I’m off to bed, I’m tired. (y/n) is great company, though.”

“When she wants to be.” Eddie bites his lower lip to hide a smile, stepping closer to you.

Steve handed you the joint and you watched as he managed to stand up on his own, before Eddie could even rush to help him. He waved at you and then made his way to his bedroom, leaving you and Eddie alone in the living room. You noticed Steve often did that when Eddie was around, he’d just leave you two alone... and now Eddie was sitting down next to you, which made your brain focus solely on him.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly shifts the moment Eddie grabs the joint from your hand, allowing your fingers to brush in the process.

You get chills whenever he touches you, you could never get used to it. You watch as he wraps his lips around the joint, slowly inhaling smoke and making his jaw seem sharper in the process, and his side profile is so beautiful.

His biceps flexed when he pulled the joint away from his mouth, but he didn’t exhale the smoke. He grabs the glass of water you had left on the floor and he tosses the small joint inside, this time focusing on you.

Eddie reaches out his hand to grasp your jaw roughly, suddenly pulling you closer to him until he presses his lips against yours, surprising you a lot with the kiss.

You don’t even think twice before kissing him back though, opening your mouth for him and feeling as he exhales the smoke into the kiss. You moan into his mouth, tangling your tongues together before you can control yourself, and your body moves on its own when you straddle his lap, threading your fingers in his hair and deepening the kiss.

The taste of weed is mixed with his own taste, and this is working much better than any drug ever would. Your mind would go completely blank and it was only him... it felt like it’d been so long since you kissed him like this.

His hands were quick to grope your ass as his fingers slip under your shorts, and he digs his nails into your soft flesh as he pulls your hips down. “Fuck,” you moan, lowering your hands to the nape of his neck so you can feel his skin... touching him as much as you possibly can, moving your fingers to his toned chest, and then his arms.

You grab his biceps just when he gropes your ass more roughly, and you could feel his muscles flexing under your touch. He is so fucking hot.

“Yeah, I think I really like it when you’re high.” He whispers against your lips, leaving soft kisses down to your jaw and keeping your body against his. “You haven’t kissed me like this in a while.”

“I need more.” You groan, crashing your lips together again and you both inhale sharply the moment you start grinding your hips down on his.

The kiss turns urgent and hungry, his ring-clad fingers were suddenly around your throat and you moan again, pulling his hair tightly so he could tilt his head back, and you left a trail of wet kisses down his neck as he tightened his grip.

You sucked the sensitive spot near the base of his neck, and his raspy moan was enough to drive you crazy. You never needed something so bad in your whole life. He was the only thing you could feel and think about... and you really needed to feel something good again.

“I think you’re very high.” He chuckles. “And Steve is just down the hall. Let’s go to the guest room, you seem like you could use some sleep.”

“What if we don’t sleep?” You blurted out, wrapping your hand around his on your neck, slowly circling your hips over his very apparent erection now as he arched his eyebrows at you, hiding a smile.

“I was being ironic, baby. Of course we aren’t going to sleep. Especially after you kissed me like that.” He gropes your ass again, very slowly this time. “I have missed that boldness, you can talk some more if you want.”

“I want you,” You whisper, leaning closer to kiss him again, but he chokes you harder and pushes you away slightly, so his lips are less than an inch away from yours.

You try moving forward again but he’s really strong and he was enjoying this, that smug smile on his tempting lips was proof enough.

“What do you want me to do?” He whispers back. “Tell me... you’re so desperate. Did you miss me?”

“Yes, I did.” You weren’t in control of your brain anymore, and this was exactly what you needed. “You make me feel so good... I just want to feel good.”

Eddie’s eyes soften and he lets go of your neck, sliding his hand to your cheek.

“Is that why you were smoking, baby?” He asks, but he wasn’t teasing anymore.

You bite your bottom lip, pulling away slightly and keeping your eyes on his. You could feel the way he was caring about you lately, and it felt really strange to know that this was probably more than just a casual fuck now.

“I just need to stop thinking a bit,” You admit. “Do you want to help me?”

Eddie didn’t even give you time to prepare yourself before his lips found yours again, his fingers were in your hair and you were having a hard time keeping up with his sudden urgency.

Fuck, you really missed him.

The kiss was a mess of tongues and clashing teeth, and it reminded you a lot of the first time you were with him. There was this consuming desire and tension that you would never be able to comprehend, but you really loved it.

“Bedroom. Right now.” You pull away to catch a breath, but his mouth was already lowering to the swell of your breasts, hungrily exploring your body and sucking bruises along the way. “Eddie, fuck!”

He suddenly stood up from the couch, keeping his hands on your ass as he guided your legs to wrap around his hips when he literally carried you towards the stairs. But he put you down before he could start making his way up, and just then you remembered about his deep wound on his side.

“Sorry, baby. We’ll have to do this the less fun way.” He places his hand over his abdomen as he takes a deep breath, and you hated that you’d forgotten about that detail. “I have to take it easy or else future you, tomorrow morning, will be mad at me, you know, when you’re not high anymore.”

His words made you giggle as you rushed up the stairs, hearing as he followed you up.

“Why am I starting to like it when you tease me? It’s mostly super annoying but now it’s starting to sound really sexy.” You admit once you’re both on the top of the stairs, and he grabs your hips to pull you closer.

“Sexy? Keep the compliments coming.” He grins, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Let’s go, baby. Let me make you feel good.”

You were pathetically desperate, quick to make your way into the bedroom and Eddie laughs, closing the door behind him after he walks in. You completely freeze when he suddenly decides to take off his pants.

He has a casual look on his face when he throws them to the side, and you realise he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Your eyes instantly drop to his very hard erection, knowing you have this effect on him always makes you feel so powerful. You can see the pre-come starting to leak from his tip and the prominent veins along his thick length make your mouth water.

“I think someone missed me a little too much.” His tone makes you look into his eyes again, and he was so fucking smug.

Eddie pushes his hair off his face and then he makes his way to the bed, simply lying down with his arms folded behind his head, completely shameless. And then he starts to lower his hand down his chest... and even lower.

He lets out a deep moan the moment he wraps his fingers around his erection, and you literally have to clench your thighs together. You step closer to the bed, watching him under the yellowish light of the lamps, making his eyes seem even darker.

“Take off your clothes,” He says simply. “let me see you.”

You instantly obey, your brain is lost in him and it was very apparent. You can’t look away from his eyes as you reach the hem of your tank top, quickly taking it off and discarding it on the floor. The desire coursing through your veins was making your head spin, and you reach out your hand to wrap your fingers around his length.

“Let me touch you,” You whisper desperately, and he pulls his hand away and proceeds to fold his arms behind his head again as you stroke him, but he suddenly stops and freezes.

“Why is there a knife under your pillow?” His wicked smile widens when he grabs the knife, and you keep touching him, feeling his dick twitch in your hand.

“Makes me feel safer,” You answer honestly.

“Do you want to play with it tonight?” His dimples indented on his cheeks when he starts to slide the blade down his body, going down his stomach and past the bandage he had to put over his deep wound.

Fuck me, you thought.

“Yes.” You nod.

Eddie clicks his tongue, wrapping his hand around yours on his cock and keeping it still when he softly brushes the knife over his leaking tip, collecting some of his pre-come.

His pupils are completely dilated when he sits up, keeping you on his lap. But his sudden movements make you pull your hand away from his dick and hold his shoulders for some support.

“Do you want a taste too?” He asks, bringing the knife closer to your mouth. “You know what to say.”

“Yes, please.” You whisper, opening your mouth just when he brushes the sharp end of the blade on your bottom lip, and he’s quick to press the knife on your tongue so you can taste his salty arousal.

“That’s it, baby... you really need me tonight, don’t you?” He smiles, tracing the shape of your lips with the blade.

“Please.” You actually beg... but you’re desperate and way too weak and tired to deny it.

“Put your knees on either side of my head, you’re going to ride my face before you ride my cock.” He lays back down, still keeping the knife in his hand.

You had dreamed about riding him several times and you were more than excited.

Being on top of Eddie itself was something very fun because he was always in control. And you really liked that he was still in control, even underneath you.

So you move slowly, until your knees are resting on either side of his head, and you’re careful not to pull his hair. You keep your hips lifted enough but his face was inches away from your soaking wet centre.

You look down at him and he’s smiling again, this time bringing the knife closer to your thigh and grazing it upwards.

“You’re dripping for me... I’ll be gentle tonight so you can manage to walk in the morning.” He chuckles under his breath, continuing to slide the knife until he reaches your trimmed public hair, making you shiver. “You trust me, don’t you?”

You nod, since there’s no way you can find your voice at the moment. You’re completely hypnotised by him and watching as he starts to lower the knife. He presses the flat side of the blade over your clit without a warning, and you have to stop yourself from squirming because of how cold it feels against your warm and sensitive skin.

“I could get used to seeing you on top like this, I could spend hours with my head buried between your thighs... is this pretty cunt only mine, baby?” His voice was much deeper than usual, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin just by the sound of him.

“Yes, only yours.” You moan when he starts to slide the knife lower, and you look down to watch as he grazes the flat side back and forth. He surprises you when he moves it lower to your opening, teasingly circling it near your entrance and you instantly clench.

“You’re soaking the knife, baby.” He whispers, pulling it away and you can finally move again, watching as he brings it to his mouth so he can lick the blade clean. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Fuck,” You breath, aching to lower your hips on his mouth to get some sort of relief, this was making your stomach clench almost painfully.

And then Eddie reaches out his hand again, tracing your nipples with the knife before lowering your hips and his mouth his quick to latch onto your core.

“Jesus fucking Christ- fuck!” You nearly scream, feeling as he squeezes your ass so tightly that you can almost already feel the bruises that are to be left behind.

He guides you to start moving your hips, and you allow your body to take the lead when you feel the electricity coursing through your veins. His tongue slips inside of you and you look down to watch, grinding your hips against his mouth as he fucks you with his tongue, curling it in you, making your thighs tremble.

You circle your hips slowly now, feeling your orgasm start to build inside of you. After all of his teasing and the knife play, you were really fucking wet and needy. The fact that you were high also contributed to the uncontrolled amount of arousal.

“Did you miss my pussy, baby?” The words leave your mouth before you could stop yourself and Eddie moaned so loudly that the sound reverberated through your whole body, making you throw your head back.

That seemed to have spurred him on because now his tongue was flicking on your clit as he then sucked it into his mouth. You missed this feeling… no one has ever made you feel this way.

He alternates between slow licks and then he nibbles at your clit, holding it between his teeth until it almost became painful, and that was enough to trigger your sudden orgasm.

“Eddie! Fuck,” Your moan echoes around the room and you move your hips faster on his face, knowing you were soaking him with your release and his moans are the most addictive thing to hear.

Your ears are ringing with the intensity of your climax and you grab his hair, circling your hips one last time before slowly pulling away. His mouth and chin are drenched and the smug smile on his face is the same as always.

“You came fast... I’ll help you relax from now on, baby.” He says, licking a long stripe from your opening to your clit, and you have to pull away before you get too sensitive. You move back until you’re straddling his hips again, trying to catch your breath as he watches you with hooded eyes.

You’re sitting right on top of his erection, feeling him throbbing between your folds as you reach out to grab his hand. He watches you as you bite your lip, reaching between your bodies so you can position his cock right under your entrance. “Is your cock only mine too, Eds?”

“Fuck, yes.” Eddie closes his eyes to take a deep breath and you don’t give him any warning when you sink down, feeling his length burry all the way inside of you.

“Fuck...” You both moan at the same time, your walls clenching around him because of your orgasm and he grabs your hips, keeping you still on top of him.

You can feel his cold rings on your heated skin and you need a while to adjust, you’d forgotten just how big he is. He also reached much deeper in this angle... massaging just the right stop when you dare to circle your hips.

“Oh, fuck.” You let out a shaky breath and he reaches out his hands to grab your boobs now, kneading them softly before he pinches your nipples, making you whimper his name.

His hands then lower to your stomach, and he spreads his fingers there as his other hand instructs you to move your hips again. And just when you comply, he presses his hand on your lower abdomen, making a strangled moan escape from your lips.

“I’m so deep like this... with you riding me.” He sounds out of breath, keeping his hand pressed when you circle your hips again, feeling how deep he is inside of you. “Can you feel it?”

“Yes, Eddie. You feel so good.” You moan, placing your hands on his chest when you start moving faster, and he gropes your ass so roughly that you just knew you were going to have an imprint of his hand there.

“You’re soaking me, fuck-” Eddie’s jaw clenches and his eyes roll back when you start bobbing your hips up and down, clenching even more as you fuck him.

He’s hitting just the right spot over and over again and you can feel another orgasm building up inside you, and he suddenly reaches out his hand, wrapping his fingers around your throat and pulling your face closer to his.

You gasp for air when he chokes you harder that he’s done before, and you can feel his rings leaving a mark on the side of your neck.

Eddie keeps you still as he bends his knees, and now he’s the one who starts thrusting up into you, so fucking hard that he knocks the air out of your lungs and you can’t even moan properly, you were just breathing very heavily.

“Did you have fun riding me?” He whispers, slamming his hips against yours and you keep your hands on the bed on either side of his head, moving your hips back to meet his every thrust.

“Fuck! Harder, Eddie.” You moan, the loud sounds of your centres connecting only spurring him on and you watch as he grabs the knife with his free hand, slowing down his pace so can hand it to you.

“Hurt me, baby.” He smiles when you wrap your fingers around the handle. “Leave your mark on me.”

His words make you throb even more around him and you push his hand away from your neck, sitting up and feeling as his cock reaches even deeper inside you. You take a deep breath before you slide the knife down his neck, until you reach just below a small scar on his collarbone.

You look deep into his eyes when you start moving your hips... very slowly so he can feel what you’re doing. And the way his jaw goes slack and he digs his fingers into your thighs is enough.

“Fuck... spelling your name, yeah?” He moans very shamelessly, and after you’re done you push your damp hair off your face so you can press the knife on his chest, starting to press lightly into his skin. “Fucking hell...”

You can feel him twitching inside you and he moans louder because of the pain, and you watch the small drop of blood starting to fall down his chest. You toss the knife to the floor after you’re done, leaning down to lick the drop before it can reach the sheets.

His fingers thread into the back of your hair and you lower your tongue to his nipple, softly holding it between your teeth before you flick your tongue. Eddie’s moan is obscene and you’re so fucking close. You pull away so you can start moving again, bouncing on top of him more roughly than before.

“Oh, god-” You roll your head back when your thighs start spasming on their own and his hands on your ass are guiding you to go even faster, until your orgasm hits you again and you literally scream his name.

“(Y/N)-fuck!” He moans just as loud, bucking his hips from the bed when he comes, and you feel the short spurts of his release inside you as your walls clamp around his cock.

You collapse on top of his chest, completely out of breath and worn out, but your mind is blank and the only thing you can feel is pleasure.

You feel really good.

His arms wrap around you, and he keeps you close while he’s still inside you, your chests are pressed together and your fast heartbeats are loud enough to be heard.

“Fuck” He sighs. “I needed that too.”

You hum, nuzzling against his chest and having no control over your brain, since now you were enjoying two types of highs at once, and your mouth moves on its own.

“Eddie?” You whisper, feeling as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“Yeah?” He whispers back.

“Steve said that I like you.” You wonder if he can even hear your voice.

“Do you, baby?” His voice is as low as yours, almost careful.

This time, you didn’t hesitate before answering.

“Yeah... I do.”

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