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hyunsvngs · 5 months

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hyunsvngbinimas!

pairing: lee felix x fem!reader

warnings: they're in love your honor, mostly vanilla, brief rimming, brief foodplay, kitchen sex, clit play, unprotected sex, creampie

You hate that Felix is so good at these types of things. He’s had to help you reassemble your gingerbread house three whole times now, when it’s unceremoniously fallen apart on the tray, and his creation looks perfect. He’s even done you and him standing outside in icing, with Bbokari standing next to you both as your little chick pet.

Not that you’d have been able to truly focus on yours anyway. Felix had been accidentally brushing against you, grabbing your waist, sometimes pushing past you to grind his cock on your ass. It was meant to be a cute experience, both of you in matching Christmas pyjamas and Felix in his Santa hat, but of course your gremlin of a boyfriend had to turn it into something sexual.

“Mine looks bad,” You whine, stomping your feet. Felix looks at your house, all slanted walls and barely-attached roof of it, and bursts out laughing. You whine again, elbowing him in the tummy softly. It’s his fault! “Felix. Don’t be mean! Not all of us can be super creative.”

“I know baby, I know,” He’s still laughing, but he wraps his arms around your middle. The Christmas music is still playing softly in the background, and he sways you and hums along to the song. His Christmas hat tickles your neck, and you finally let yourself smile, hands grabbing his forearms where they rest around you. “At least you’re good at making cookies. Look! You even did a Jureumi one for Minho hyung.”

You blink at the cookie where it’s cooling on the tray, before nodding in acknowledgement. The lines are a little bit wonky, but you know Minho will kiss your forehead and thank you nonetheless. “I think he’ll like it.”

“He will,” He nods, kissing your cheek. “He’ll love it, baby, and if all else fails, Chan will love your gingerbread house.”

“He’ll just lie to be nice about it.”

“Well, yeah, but-” Felix is cut off by his own giggle as you swat at him, before he grabs your hands, rendering you motionless. “Don’t attack me! It’s Christmas!”

You ignore the urge to tell him that it’s not quite Christmas yet. You’d been invited to Felix’s dorm to bake for the other members and have a sugar-infused Christmas party prior to the actual day, and Felix had ushered everyone out so that it would be a surprise. An unhappy surprise, you think, because your gingerbread house looks shit.

“It’s not my fault it looks bad anyway, Felix,” You groan, pointing an accusing finger at him. He throws his arms up in surrender, a faux-innocent look on that beautiful freckled face. “You kept touching me.”

Felix drops his arms then, giggling. “Did it get you hot under the collar, baby? That’s so cute,” You let him crowd you against the counter, the smell of gingerbread and sweet icing filling your senses. He braces you with his arms, surprisingly muscly, and your hands come up to your chest as if to defend yourself. “You’re so cute. I couldn’t help myself, not with you looking so delicious in these pyjamas.”

You glance down at your pyjamas. Minnie Mouse in a Christmas dress stares you dead in the eyes. “I have Minnie Mouse on my shirt.”

“That’s what makes it so cute!” Felix gushes, a smile on his face. “You know I love you looking so domestic. It makes me just wanna… y’know.”

You watch with an amused smile on your face as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. He’s so ridiculous. You love him. “Makes you wanna what?”

“Touch you,” He breathes, leaning in to peck your lips chastely. When he pulls away, there’s a more determined look on his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I want to touch you. I have since we started this fucking baking date. I just wanna bend you over the counter and make you cum, you look so cute.”

Oh. Your chest starts heaving, breaths tumbling out your lips. “Oh, Felix…”

“Will you let me?” Felix questions, little fingers coming up to play with the collar of your shirt. His hands are burning hot on your skin, making you squirm in your spot and huff out a sigh. “I want to make you cum, baby. Will you let me?”

“I- Yes, yeah, I’ll let you.”

“So cute,” He murmurs, dark doe eyes scanning your face, and then he’s kissing you. You let him, mouth opening pliantly for Felix’s typical soft, yet messy kisses, open mouthed and channelling all of his love through them.

The pom pom on his Santa hat dangles precariously and tickles your face, but you ignore it, fingers moving up to rest on his broad shoulders. He crowds further into your space, if it’s even possible, and pushes his hands up your shirt. You gasp into the kiss when his hands knead your breasts, sans-bra due to your intended comfort in your pyjamas. Your nipples are hard, pebbled against his palms, and he groans into your lips.

Felix groans into the kiss, his deep timbre reverberating through you, and then he’s shoving his hand down your bottoms. “I wanna play with your clit, make you cum before I push inside,” He huffs, and you nod eagerly, letting your legs fall apart just slightly to accommodate him. His fingers push into your folds, finding your clit and almost whining at the mess he finds between your legs. “Oh, baby. It’s so wet down here, you liked me touching you?”

“I always like you touching me,” You murmur, a pink flush rising to your cheeks. Felix chuckles, and then he’s rubbing circles around your clit. He always knows how to touch you, how to make you cum so quickly and so hard that you’re seeing stars and can’t breathe for a minute afterwards.

You usually love tangling your hands in his hair while he pleasures you; you love to hear his sharp intake of breath each time you tug a little harder. With the scarlet santa hat hiding his locks, you’re lost. His fingers speed up, harsh circles on your sensitive bundle of your nerves making your hands scrabble for purchase, flitting between his chest, his shoulders, cupping his cheeks and bringing his lips back to yours. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you can barely contain your upcoming climax.

“Felix,” you utter, a breathy moan. “Lix, Lix, look at me.” He looks up obediently, dark eyes wide as they meet yours. “Cumming, cumming, I-”

He hushes you with a kiss, he doesn't need to hear what you're trying to say. He knows you're cumming, he sees it in the way you look at him, the way your eyebrows furrow and your fingertips dig into his skin with a wail. He feels it as your wetness floods his fingers, and he gives you a second to try and catch your breath before speaking.

“Good?” Felix chuckles, kissing your nose. You scrunch your nose up in response, and he does it again, and again, until he stops and presses his forehead against yours. “Mm. I want to fuck you. Can I?”

“Yeah,” You nod, smiling. “You can always fuck me. How do you want me, Lixie?”

“God,” He grins, teeth white and shining. You let your eyes trail across his freckles while he thinks, hands securely on your waist and eyes fluttering shut. He hums, and then spins you around, pressing your front into the counter. “Like this. Bend over for me, baby, I’ll hit it nice and deep.”

You wiggle your ass teasingly and Felix moans, slapping your asscheek. It only takes a second and he pulls your pyjama trousers down with your underwear, running a thumb through your folds.

“So sloppy,” He muses, and then you hear him sigh. “I want to try something, baby, stay still for me.”

He reaches over and you hear a few clattering noises, and Felix dribbles something cold on your ass. You squeal, shifting, before his hands go to your hips to keep you in place.

“Lix, what’s-”

“Icing,” He groans, and you hear him shifting onto his knees. His tongue hits your skin, licking up the trail of sweetness on your asscheek. His tongue dips over your skin a few more times for good measure, even going as far to lick over your asshole, tonguing the rim.

“Lix, please, I can’t wait,” You whine, hips wiggling tantalisingly. “Lixie, please, please-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of the blunt press of his cockhead against your hole. It has you wondering briefly if the boys are going to come home halfway through you getting fucked, and it makes you whimper, pushing your hips back into Felix’s cock. The feeling of his pyjamas against your skin makes you realise that he’s fucking you with just his cock pulled out, otherwise fully clothed, and you gasp, feet kicking against the floor.

“Gimme it,” You slur, head dropping down onto your arms. “Wet enough, feel, gimme it!”

When his cockhead breaches your hole you wail, loud and unabashed.

“Pussy’s so fucking tight, baby, fuck,” He groans, sinking into your heat slowly. You whine, pushing your hips back on him again, and his hands splay across your ass. A beat passes, and then he’s thrusting into you, slow and passionate and so delicious that it makes you moan. You feel his pubes against your ass, trimmed hairs on his balls slapping against your clit with the sinuous rhythm. “Feel good? Tell me, tell me, fuck, baby…”

“It’s so good, Felix, I can feel everything, it’s so- hnnnng, Felix, Felix, please, faster-”

“I’ll cum if I go fast, baby, give me a second,” He huffs, head dropping to your neck. His chest presses against your back, and he continues to fuck you slowly for a bit before he speeds up. With the position, he’s got you deep and pliant, legs spread for him to do what he wants to you against the counter. Finally, his pace increases and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You feel a wave of pleasure crash over you as Felix's thrusts become faster and harder, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust.

“Ah, ah, like that, like that, oh my god,” You moan, eyes rolling back into your head. Felix always fucks into you just right, and you reach back to grab onto his hand, pulling him closer into you. “Oh, keep going, just like that, I’ll cum again, I’ll cum.”

“Cum for me, cum for me,” Felix moans, his voice higher pitched as his balls slap against your clit. He’s getting close. Your pussy’s so wet that the slapping sounds echo around the kitchen, yet your moans and whines are louder than anything else. “Baby, c’mon, cum for me, I’ll cum inside.”

Your head lolls forward, your bottom lip wet with drool. Felix rarely came inside, too worried about the risks, and the idea has you hurtling into ecstasy. “You’ll- really? You’ll cum inside? God, I want you to, Lixie, please-”

“I’ll fill you up, baby, I promise, c’mon. Show me how good this cock makes you feel.”

With a particularly well-timed thrust into your g-spot, you fall apart, wailing through your orgasm and trying to grip onto the counter with sweaty palms. Your cunt flutters around Felix’s cock over and over, the tightness forming a new intensity for him, and he groans before his hips halt against your ass. You feel his hips trembling against you as he cums inside, filling you up with pulses of white cum and making you feel full of him. It’s so hot, so sexy that it almost makes you want to go again, but you’re interrupted by the sound of voices by the front door.

“Oh my god,” Felix mumbles, pulling out of you with haste. You gasp at the realisation that the other boys are back, yanking your bottoms up and trying to ignore the feeling of Felix’s cum leaking out of you. He shuffles around the kitchen awkwardly, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible, and you giggle as he wiggles his bottoms up awkwardly.

You both try to make yourself look busy, trying to fix your now collapsed gingerbread house and fiddling with the cookies. You hear a scoff from behind you, and you turn around to see Seungmin, Minho and Jeongin. The youngest has a dumb smile on his face, Minho looks to be suppressing the loudest laugh he’s ever done and Seungmin’s scowling.

“Hi!” Felix says, too cheery. “Do you wanna try our gingerbread house?”

“Only if you promise that’s actually icing,” Seungmin remarks, raising an eyebrow. You flush, lips parting in shock. “It stinks of sex in here.”

Jeongin grins, elbowing him playfully. “As if you’d know, hyung.”

“No, but seriously,” Minho smirks, eyes flitting between you and Felix. “Can’t you two do anything without fucking like rabbits?”

Felix turns to you, a bright blush beneath his freckles. You’re embarrassed, but the soft look in his eyes reassures you, a fond smile on his face. “It’s Christmas, and we’re in love.”

You coo, and Seungmin fake gags.

“You’re both disgusting.”

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bubblergoespop · 4 months

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My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

#sorry this took so long #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #bubbler’s top quotes

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highvern · 7 months

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Discovery

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers, established relationship

Warnings: kissing, groping, dry humping, oral (m. receiving, f. implied), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics but they’re both actually switches (Mingyu is a service top), multiple orgasms (m. receiving), cumshot, mentions of butt stuff, Mingyu is obsessed with titties, pearl necklace, spitting, cum eating (kinda), minor hair pulling, praise kink and strength kink go burrrrrr, Mingyu is a simp that loves his gf, his gf is a gremlin though he does threaten to lock her in a closet at one point but he kinda has point, they’re both horny that’s all I can say

Length: ~2.5k

Note: not a direct part 2 of Drunk Goggles ! but same couple set a few months in the future :) they’re in love and obsessed with each other. If there are any spelling errors ignore them, I don’t respect the English language <3

MDNI! if I look at your blog and there isn’t an age indicator you’ll be blocked read more here

“Permission to be horny?” Mingyu mutters, lips still connected to the spot on your neck he likes to claim whenever granted the opportunity.

“Hmmmm,” You pretend to think. “I’ll allow it.”

“I really, really, really want to fuck you.” He punctuates his statement by trailing his hands down to your ass, palming the plush flesh and pulling you down harder on his clothed cock.

“I’ll definitely allow that.” You sigh, hand twisting in the short locks of hair on your boyfriend’s head.

His hips cant against yours when you arch into him, pulling the seam of your jeans just right against your clit. Mingyu is good at this. He’s good at most things, but sex is something he excels at; especially when it comes to sex with you.

You’ve never had a partner so open about their desires. Mingyu has no shame, bursting at the seams to let you know how much he wants you, needs you in moments like these. His forwardness makes you blush like a schoolgirl with a crush, and it certainly doesn’t help that he looks like that.

But as hot and sexy as your man is, he is still an incredibly huge klutz. You realize you’re falling off the couch before he does, mostly due to the fact Mingyu is planted firmly below you with his face buried in your chest. His obsession with your boobs is almost comical (and has gotten you out of more spats than you can count when you flash him in the heat of an argument) but it shuts down his brain.

“Oh shit!” You squeal, tumbling to the plush carpet. Nothing bruised except your dignity.

“What the fuck?” Mingyu calls after you, confused to find cool air rushing in where the heat of your body occupied.

All you can do is laugh, eyes covered by the crook of your elbow. You don’t see the way your boyfriend looks at you with love filling his eyes (and his dick). Or the way your chest shakes as you laugh, causing your tits to bounce with the sound of your cackling.

Your laughter dies in your throat, transforming into a hum when you feel Mingyu’s body cover your own, picking up right where he left off by taking your left nipple in his mouth, torturing the flesh with his tongue and teeth.

“Fuck, babe.” You whine pathetically. Hands moving to the waistband of his pants, fisting the material in an effort to get him naked.

His hips are cradled between your thighs, his erection hot and hard in his pants. When you plant your feet on the ground and grind against him, Mingyu sucks harder and uses a free hand to snare your wrists and trap them above your head.

“Be good.” He warns. Mingyu's attempt at domination falls flat because you know the only promise on the other side of it is that he’ll cream his pants before he gets his fill of you.

“I can be really good if you let me go.” You whisper, pushing your chest up into his face.

“Yeah?” He questions hopefully, unable to help that he’s a sucker for everything you do.

“Mhmm, want you in my mouth Gyu.”

Mingyu doesn’t respond sans the slow grind of his hips against your core, letting you feel all of him. He detaches from your nipple to bite across your chest once more, the echo of burning kisses left in his wake.

“Please, baby.” You press. “Wanna taste you.”

He might be the man of your dreams but Mingyu is still a guy. So when a beautiful woman (you) begs to suck him off, who is he to deny that experience? It’s a selfless act of him really.

Mingyu slides off you, giving you room to prop yourself up. You take him in. His hair is wild from your pulling, short tufts pointing every which way. His naked chest is flushed and heaving like your own. When your eyes trail south, his abs clench under your heated gaze. It's impossible to ignore how the movement makes his dick bob in his sweatpants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Sit on the couch.” You demand when your eyes meet again.

Having you boss him around gets Mingyu hotter than he’ll admit (to anyone except you). He knows most people assume he’s the one who calls the shots in the bedroom; Seungcheol had cracked one too many jokes about it for him to be unaware. And occasionally Mingyu does, twisting you into whatever position is stuck in his head or telling you to touch yourself while he watches from the end of the bed and jerks off. The glint in your eye when he bends you over the kitchen counter to stuff you with his cock tells him you like it too. But the second you command him to do anything, Mingyu folds like a house of cards.

You’re not unaware of how much he likes it but it leaves you in awe every time he scrambles to do what you say. Right now, he’s tripping out of his pants and underwear as he hops on to the cushions. You thank whatever powers may be that you don’t have a roommate to consider when fucking your ridiculously hot boyfriend on every surface of the apartment (especially when Mingyu’s attempt at fucking you in the bathroom ended with cum on the mirror on several occasions but thats a story for another time).

The hand circling your jaw distracts from your goal as mouths meet. Mingyu is bent over at the waist above you, tongue tracing hotly against your lower lip. You subtly push him back into the plush upholstery, propping yourself up on your knees, hands gripping his thighs to press further into his space. With Mingyu distracted, you let one of your hands drop to circle the scorching rigid flesh at the base of his cock.

“Fuuuu–ck,” he groans into your mouth but doesn’t breakaway. As much as he wants your mouth on his dick, Mingyu really does love kissing you. Probably because he spent months thinking about it and now he actually gets to do it as much as he wants.

“Yeah?” You echo his previous words. When your thumb traces the leaking tip to spread his pre-cum he moans again.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, nodding his head in affirmation.

When you’re finally able to pull away from his lips without protest in the form of him chasing you, you descend to mouth down his neck and chest. Your boyfriend is all hot skin and taunt muscle under your ministrations, shaking breath causing his chest to lurch when your teeth scrap his nipple. Your breasts brush purposely against Mingyu’s cock as you sink lower, his head goes fuzzy and tips back. The soft pass of skin plants ideas in his head about the day you’ll let him cum on your chest. You’re already enthusiastic when he comes on the swell of your ass or in your mouth. But the visual of you covered in his spunk, chin and nipples glistening white and skin flushed flashes in his vision. Mingyu opens his eyes and starts tracing patterns across the ceiling in hopes it prevents him from making it a premature reality.

You're not much better off. The contrast of his rigid length against the soft flesh of your chest has arousal gushing from your cunt. The thought of Mingyu finishing on your skin always makes you wet. Something about your incredibly sweet and polite boyfriend being incredibly filthy with you makes your chest heave. The first time he came on your ass you had him fuck you again while it cooled between your cheeks. It was also the first time Mingyu played with that hole, found out cum and spit made decent lube, and how you cum insanely hard if he thumbs the taunt ring of muscle while he fucks you stupid on his cock.

If you had lube you’d entertain the idea of letting him fuck your tits but you know the chaff without it isn’t worth it for either of you. Instead, you let the tip of your tongue trace the bulbous head of his cock, the tang flooding your taste buds. You’re doing nothing more than teasing him but the way he’s leaking against your tongue tells you he loves it.

When you back away just enough to spit on it, a rush of breath leaves his nose as your saliva dribbles across his frenulum and you smirk. Mingyu is so fucking easy.

Since the first time you two fooled around, you’ve discovered all the ways to get him whiny and desperate, memorizing his favorites with impressive speed. Mingyu likes it wet and messy, spit and cum glossing your lips and chin, dripping in his lap to pool at the base of his dick. He prefers when you use your mouth to focus on the head of his cock, but he’ll never complain if you use a hand to jerk him off in tandem. When you’re going to play with his balls, he moans when you fondle and whimpers when you give a gentle squeeze. If you meet his eye when your lips are stretched around his cock, he’ll blush like a virgin who hasn’t fucked you six ways from Sunday. And if you let Mingyu cum in your mouth, he’ll go down on you till you're shaking and he’s hard enough to fuck you right.

Tonight you try your best to give him a top notch performance. It helps that every detail about having Mingyu like this gets you hot in the best ways. Enjoying giving as much as he enjoys receiving. Having him wrapped around your finger makes you whine along with him, sharing in his pleasure like it’s your own.

The vibrations from your soft moans and whimpers do nothing except stretching Mingyu’s resolve thinner and thinner. Tangling his hands in your hair, he gently guides you back and forth, mostly taking the strain off your neck rather than enforcing your rhythm. The tug against your scalp satisfies you all the same.

“Fuck, baby,” he cries. “So good, fuck. So fucking good.”

A harsh suck causes his dick to exit your mouth with a lewd pop before it smacks against his tummy. Mingyu is quick to grab his cock, fisting himself before tapping against your lips for re-entry. You just stare from under your lashes, eyes wet from the prodding against the back your throat, only allowing gentle kisses to the soaking flesh.

“Open your mouth.” His words may seem dominant, but the whiny tone betrays his desperation.

You continue to sit there, allowing your nails to dig into the skin of his thighs, mixing a volatile cocktail of pain and pleasure. When his other hand unravels from your hair to pry your jaw open with his thumb, you can’t help the whimper you release in response to his manhandling as he forces his cock back between your lips.

“Gonna cum?” Your question is garbled from the way he stuffs your mouth full but Mingyu puts two and two together with his limited brain capacity.

“Wanna cum in your mouth,” he begs. “Please, baby.”

When your eyes flutter shut, Mingyu knows he has permission to do what he does best. He starts fucking your mouth in earnest, soaking in the sounds of you gagging and choking around his cock as practically humps your face. If you want his come he’ll give it to you in spades, he’ll drain himself until he’s on the verge of passing out if that’s what’ll make you happy.

It only takes a minute before you feel him twitch against your lips and the hot rush coats your tongue, dripping down your throat as you swallow around him. Mingyu’s hips buck up as he gives you his load, cum seeping out of the corners of your mouth and down your face just the way he loves. You pull away just enough that some of the spray hits your chin and leaks down onto his shaft allowing you to continue to jerk him off as he sings you praises.

In your opinion, the best part about Mingyu is if you keep sucking after he comes, he’ll come again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” he bites. Mingyu loves you (not that he’s told you) but when you do this he thinks he might have to take away your dick privileges.

You pop your mouth off his cock but your hand doesn’t stop. Thumb swiping at the pearly slit right below your mouth, pushing the remains of his release across the spongy head.

“What baby?” Your brow is furrowed in mock concern, like you have no idea the torture you’re inflicting. “Just want you to cum.”

You’re evil. Pure evil sent from a past life to punish him.

“I have!” He winces. He grips the couch cushions for dear life as stars cloud the edges of his vision.

“But I want you to cum again. Don’t you wanna give me it?”

He can’t breathe.

“Please, Gyu? For me?”

You’re playing him like a damn fool.

“Just wanna feel you to cum on my tits, baby. Please!” You cry.

He’s drowning.

Mingyu’s second orgasm is less dramatic than his first. He’s writhing and shaking from the sensory overload, ass leaving the couch as his hips jerk wildly. His cum is more of a dribble than the sizable spurts you’re accustomed to but you take what he gives you with glee. You jerk him off over your chest, allowing him to paint your skin in white streaks, redden tip rubbing against the puckered flesh of your nipples to get every drop. Mingyu can barely keep his eyes open to enjoy the way you cover yourself in him, how you claim yourself as his in such a primal way.

It’s the gleam in your eyes as you pant below him, nearly drooling at the mess you’ve made that has him giving you one last sputter to trickle between your breast down to your navel.

When you go to mouth at his balls, Mingyu grabs a fist of your hair in reflex to keep himself out of your reach. He gently tugs until you slide your eyes away from his softening dick to his face.

“I will lock you in a closet if you try that again.”

Mingyu knows he sounds ridiculous but you’re insatiable and might actually kill him if you try to touch his dick again.

“You’re no fun.” You pout, unable to hide you’re disappointment when Mingyu refuses to let you play with him.

“Get your ass on this couch and I’ll show you how fun I am.”

Tonight, Mingyu discovers you really like when he collects his cum off your chest with his tongue and spits it in your mouth. You like it even more when he holds you down, pins your wrists at the dip of your spine, and eats it from the back like his life depends on it.

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 5 months

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{ This is my little gift for you all! I had to do something! So i wipped this up toot sweet!!! I hope you all have a good Holiday Season!!!! }

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Eddie's not sure why he lied. Told the party, Hopper and Joyce, and Steve, that he couldn't stay for Christmas. He'd gotten everyone gifts. Brought them all to the house. Steve had rushed out the door when Eddie was struggling to grab them all, like he'd been watching out the window for Eddie to arrive or something.

Steve's warm smile and laugh as he steadied Eddie on the sidewalk, and unloaded several boxes into his own arms, had made Eddie's stomach all swishy. But he'd walked through the door, into the, very loud, house. He'd seen everyone. All of them shouting hello's and asking for presents and telling him where to put things and what they were eating and what time.

Eddie's chest felt tight. He didn't know why. He hadn't even smiled at any of them, except maybe Steve, he couldn't remember. But he'd set the gifts down, cleared his throat and the words had tumbled out of his mouth.

"Sadly gremlins. I cannot stay. Wayne just got home from his shift at work. They finally let them have a Christmas off. And I promised we'd do a nice quiet Christmas, just the two of us." And he unceremoniously ran for the door, the disappointed sounds of the house full of his friends following him as he ran, his heart pounding. He thought he might have heard Steve tell him to wait, but he couldn't. He ducked out the door, nearly slipped on the ice on the stairs and booked it down the sidewalk before scrambling into his van.

Steve was standing on the pourch when he chanced a glance that way as he was backing out, his arms wrapped around himself to fend off the cold. He raised his hand, waving at Eddie as he drove away.

He could feel the tears coming before he managed to get back to the trailer park. His vision swimming. He wiped at his face and slowed down a bit. It had started snowing again, big fluffy flakes falling down. He pulled up to the trailer, it's windows dark, the way he'd left it after Wayne had gone to work, and he'd headed out to Hopper and Joyce's house.

He slammed the van door and stood standing in the falling snow, looking at the empty trailer, tears falling down his cheeks.

"You're so fucking stupid." He hissed at himself, turned, kicked his tire several times and yelled before stomping up the steps and ducking inside.

He kicks his shoes off, yanks his clothes off, struggles into his pajama pants and his ratty comfy old Dio shirt and crawls into bed. He hadn't turned on one light in the trailer. Preferred to do his self loathing in the dark.

He doesn't know how long he lays there, crying into his pillow, listening to the wind and the light patter of chunky snowflakes hitting his window. But he barely hears the knock. He sniffles, lifts his head, waits.

Two knocks. Gentle but insistent.

His chest tightens but he tosses his blanket off and pads slowly to the door. His hand reaching out as two more knocks hit the door. He bites his lip and turns the small lock, pulls the door open to find exactly who he knew he'd find.

"Steve." His name. That's all he can manage right now. He's so tired.

"Hey." Steve responds, looking up at Eddie from the second step of his porch. There are snowflakes in his hair and his eyes are bright as he looks at Eddie, he's got a look on his face Eddie can't decipher right now.

"Are you okay?" Steve ask, blurts really, his hands shoving into his pockets, shoulders bunching around his neck. And oh. Nervous. Steve is nervous.

"I'm fine Steve. Just-" he sighs, deeply, covers his face with his hands and groans.

"You don't seem fine. And- and Wayne's clearly not here. And you just ran, man. What- what's wrong?" Steve had stepped up the last step, moved toward Eddie. Eddie missed his hands reaching out and dropping back down. But he didn't miss Steve pressing into his space. He could feel the warmth of Steve's chest against his arm, tears welling in his eyes again.

"I don't know." He whispers into his hands, before dropping them and looking at Steve, finally, his face wet.

"Hey. It's okay. Let's- can we go inside, you're gonna freeze." Steve's hands land on his shoulders, in comfort, and question, and guide him inside when Eddie nods.

Steve kicks his wet shoes off and grabs the blanket from the back of the couch. He wraps it around Eddie and then sits them both on the couch, their knees gently pressed together. His hands soothing over Eddie's arms. The comfort just makes Eddie feel like crying more. He shivers, fights the urge to push Steve's hands away.

"Tell me what's going on in your head Ed's." Steve says, his voice quiet and soft.

"It was just... too much." Eddie shrugs, doesn't look up at Steve, just stares into his lap. He hears Steve sigh.

"I get that. Everyone in one place is definitely a lot." Steve moves his hands down, curls his fingers over Eddie's hands.

"I've never had that." Eddie admits, looks up at Steve then, finds his eyes wide and open and waiting.

"It was always me and my mom. Or me and Wayne. Sometimes my dad but he always disappeared at some point and no one really missed him." Eddie shrugged. Steve nodded, squeezed his hands.

"I don't know why I lied I'm sorry." Eddie's throat feels tight again, his voice tilting into a whine.

"Hey it's okay. You don't have to be sorry. It's okay. Come here." Steve grabs Eddie, pulls him agaisnt his chest. It's awkard, the angle, but it feels safe. Steve always makes him feel safe. Eddie takes a few deep breaths, breathing in Steve, his face smooshed against his deep red sweater.

"Did everyone like their gifts?" Eddie asks, he feels Steve laugh and then he's leaning back, letting Eddie sit up to look at him.

"What makes you think they opened them?" Steve gives him a look. Eddie gives him one right back that makes him laugh again.

"Yeah they loved them. Mike tried to touch Erica's without asking and she smacked him. She's gonna be busy painting those for awhile." He smiled at the memory.

"Oh. And you made Nancy cry. She didn't even know you knew Barb. Where'd you even get that picture?" Steve asked, smiling. Eddie sighed.

"I didn't know her super well. She was in my theater class two years in a row though. We did a skit together. A Shakespeare thing. Our teacher said her calm manner was the only one in class that could offset my manic energy." Eddie laughed, remembering how Barb had smiled at him when their teacher had said that.

"She was always nice to me. Even when people called me a devil worshiper. She never cared, or believed that, I don't think." Eddie shook his head.

"Anyway, one of the girls in stagecrew took the picture, it was during rehearsals. We were just goofin off." He shrugged again. Steve reached out, took his hand.

"She loved it Ed's. It was perfect. You uh, you're quite the gift giver." Steve says, a small smile creeping over his features.

"I like giving gifts." Eddie says, keeps his eyes on their hands as Steve's thumb moves over his skin, gentle and warm.

"Did you-" Eddie clears his throat.

"Did you open yours?" He asks, his teeth digging into his lip. Steve mirrors him, and then drops his head, looks up at Eddie through his bangs.

"Yeah. How long did it take you to make it?" He asks, his fingers twitching agaisnt Eddie's.

"Not as long as you'd think probably. Finding the right patches took the longest." He shrugged again, aiming for nonchalance.

"Mhm. And you left room for more. You'll have to sew them on for me if I find some. I don't know how to do that." Steve ducks his head again, trying to get Eddie to look at him.

"I could teach you how. It's not hard really, once you figure it out." Eddie looks up then, giving Steve a reassuring smile.

"Mhm. That could be nice." He squeezes Eddie's hand again and guilt shoots through Eddie. He scrunches his face as Steve looks at him.

"What? What's that face for?" Steve laughs.

"I finished your vest months ago." He blurts, his hands starting to shake in Steve's grasp.

"Oh." Is all Steve says, because he doesn't get it. He doesn't understand why that's a problem. Or a secret. Or whatever it is. But now that Eddie's said it, he can't not tell him why. Can't stop his mouth from telling Steve the things he's shouldn't tell him.

"I was afraid to give it to you." He says, Steve tilts his head to the side, looking like a fucking lost puppy with those fucking eyes of his.

"Why?" He finally asks when Eddie just stares at him.

"Because. I knew if you saw it. You'd know." Eddie says, his shoulders drooping.

"Know what?" Steve asks, Eddie's feels his hands clench, just barely. Eddie sighs, takes a deep breath, lets it out again.

"How I feel about you." Eddie says, in a sort of rush, and then his mouth really gets going.

"So ya know I figured, Christmas. That would solve it. I could give it to you at Christmas, when everyone gives gifts, that's a normal, friendly thing, to do. And I figured ya know, in a crowd, that it would be less... intimate? And maybe it wouldn't feel, so much... like what it so fucking clearly is. But I ruined that too. Cuz I fucking ran. And I didn't even get to see you open it." His hands flail out of Steve's grasp, and he stands, starts pacing.

"And maybe that's for the best. That I didn't see it. That might have made it worse. Seeing your gut reaction, not a reaction after the fact, that you had time to rehearse. Cuz if you actually hated it. And I saw that. God that would have been embarrassing. Here's me just fucking, declaring my love for you on a fucking peice of painstakingly perfected fabric and then there you would have been, opening it in front of everyone! Oh my god why did I think this was a good idea? This was so stupid. I'm a fucking idiot what the fuck was I- whoa what are you-" Eddie's words die in the air as Steve grabs him and yanks him to his chest, his fingers curled into Eddie's shirt, their chests pressed together firmly.

"Stop. Talking." Steve says, his mouth a crooked line as he smirks at Eddie.

"What?" Eddie asks, brows furrowed. Steve closes his eyes, shakes his head.

"You're ridiculous." He huffs, opens his eyes.

"I didn't hate it. Eddie. I'd never hate anything you made for me. But especially not that. I loved it." He breathes, leaning closer, just a fraction, Eddie can feel his breath ghosting over his skin. Steve's face hardens from the fond look into something more serious. He licks his lips. Takes a breath.

"I love you." He says, his hands uncurling and pressing flat against Eddie's chest, surly he can feel Eddie's heart pounding. Eddie nods.

"I love you too. Like a lot. Like it hurts sometimes how much. Does that make sense?" His face scrunches, Steve presses closer, slowly closing the small distance between.

"It makes perfect sense to me." He whispers agaisnt Eddie's lips, and kisses him. He hums into Eddie's mouth when Eddie gasps and scrambles for purchase on Steve's back.

Steve pulls back and brushes his nose against Eddie's. Resting his forehead against his as they breathe in each others air.

"Come back to the party. You can stay in your jammies." Steve whispers between then, giving Eddie's hips a squeeze. He squirms, further into Steve's grip.

"My jim jams." Eddie whispers, almost laughing.

"Mhm. Wanna spend Christmas with you. Was kinda really looking forward to it." Steve is still whispering. Eddie pulls back, shocked, for some reason.

"Really?" He asks. Steve bites his lip and nods.

"Yeah. Of course. Plus," he dips forward, presses a chaste kiss to Eddie's lips, because he can now.

"You've got gifts to open Mister." Steve smiles at him, tucks a strand of his hair behind his ear.

"Aww really. Gifts for lil ol me?" Eddie teases, but he feels his chest grow warm.

"Yeah. And if the party gets too much just tell me, and me and Rob and Nance will yell at everyone to shut the hell up." Steve shrugs, kisses Eddie's cheek.

"Yeah. Yeah okay. I'll get my coat." Eddie nods, untangling himself from Steve. Steve lets him go, but smacks Eddie's ass as he's walking away. Eddie yelps, jumps, and rubs at his butt as he walks down the hall.

Steve drives them back, carefully in the still falling snow. Eddie's sure Hawkins has never been so beautiful as it is right now. Eddie sitting in Steve's car, quiet Christmas music playing through the speakers as Steve takes them back to a house full of people who love him, and missed him, and want him there. Eddie watches the snow fall, tightens his fingers where they're laced with Steve's, and decides maybe Christmas isn't so bad after all.

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steddieasitgoes · 3 months

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written for @steddielovemonth Day 19 prompt: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day (@lihhelsing) and Love is the comfort of quiet moments (@tboygareth) Rating: G | wc: 718 | no cw Tags: established relationship, fluff, teacher!steve, rockstar!eddie

Steve knew when he started teaching that his job wasn’t always going to be easy. That for every breakthrough lesson he taught where every one of his students understood and had fun learning, there would be just as many days where he left as frustrated as the kids because the material just wasn’t clicking.

Today was one of those days.

No one was more excited when the dismissal bell rang than Steve. Usually, he’d stick around, grade a few papers, or mingle in the teacher’s lounge but today he packed up his bag just as fast as his kids and bolted to his car.

All he wanted to do was get home, unwind, and have a nice night with Eddie. Maybe make dinner and finally watch the movie Eddie rented a few days ago for them to watch before he got called in for a rewrite session at the studio.

Steve makes it no more than ten steps into the house before his sock-covered foot collides with something hard. At first, he thinks it’s their senior dog Joe — it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tripped over him — but as Steve tumbles to the floor, he realizes he’s tripped over Eddie.

His ass breaks the fall, colliding with the cold tile with a force that’s certain to leave a bruise — one Eddie is no doubt going to poke and prod at because he’s a gremlin, but that’s a problem for later. Right now, he needs to figure out why his boyfriend is currently sprawled out on the floor in the middle of their foyer.

“Rough day?”

Eddie’s response comes in the form of a groan, seemingly too tired to respond with his words. He kicks his legs out farther, starfishing on the floor before scrunching his eyes so tight Steve wants to knead the doughy flesh on his forehead.

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “me too.”

“Floor time,” Eddie mumbles, patting the spot next to him.

The time it’s Steve who responds non-verbally, grumbling incoherent words as he lowers himself gently to the hard floor. He’s careful with his head, tucking one arm under to act as a cushion. The cold shocks him for all of two seconds before he feels himself sinking into the tile. The weight of today’s shitty day disappears as his body finally relaxes and the world fades into the background.

Steve doesn’t do this as often as Eddie does, but it’s nice. Really nice. They don’t listen to music or talk about their day. They don’t kiss or touch beyond an occasional hand squeeze. They simply lie there with their eyes closed and listen to the sound of their heartbeats.

He had joked once that what they were doing was a form of meditation, but Eddie had scoffed at that — not wanting to participate in the “latest conformist trend” that is yoga, so they call it floor time instead.

As Steve lays there, enjoying the feeling of the cold tile on his tense muscles, he can’t help but break the no-touching rule and reaches his hand out in search of Eddie’s. He finds it immediately, taking his ink-stained hands into his own. His fingers curl around Eddie’s ring-clad ones and he gives it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“I love you,” he whispers, soft enough that Eddie might not hear him.

But he does.

Eddie always does.

“No talking during floor time,” Eddie quietly reprimands, before squeezing Steve’s hand back in return. A moment passes before, Eddie tilts his head to the side and opens one eye to look at Steve. “Love you too, baby.”

In a little while they’ll peel themselves off the floor and head into the kitchen to cook dinner. Steve will playfully swat Eddie’s hand away from the simmering pot of sauce and he’ll give him those big puppy dog eyes until he caves and lets him get a taste. And then they’ll sit across from each other at their small dining room table playing footsie while they each vent about the shitty days they’ve had before retiring to the bedroom where they’ll take turns taking each other apart.

But for now, it’s floor time.

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farfromharry · 1 year

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In another life | Eddie Munson fic

Summary: Eddie bumps his head after a fight with you and experiences two separate dreams of what his life could be like if things with you were different. When he wakes up back in your arms afterwards, he learns to appreciate what he has.

Word count - 6620

Warnings - a little angst ig, mentions of injury

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One of your favorite parts of the Christmas season was all the celebrating that came with it. The movies, the snacks, the hot drinks to keep you warm in the cold weather. All of it. That paired with the joy of having someone you adored to spend it with, made your entire month perfect.

Only, this year you didn’t get to share them as much as you would like with your boyfriend. Instead, you spent a lot of time with his Uncle while Eddie worked. He would usually join you when he got home in the evenings, cuddle you on the couch while a movie played on the TV, sometimes even falling asleep on you from such a long day. Even though it wasn’t exactly what you were craving, you still cherished that he wanted to be close to you and spend any spare time he had with you.

You thought today would be just like that. Mugs of hot chocolate were on the coffee table, one waiting and ready for him when he got back. Gremlins played on the TV in front of you and Wayne, the two of you entranced in the cliché story. You heard the front door open, what with the faulty lock that made it so difficult to pry open, but you didn’t hear the sigh he let out as he tried to pull off his heavy boots.

“Hey, missed you today. Do you wanna join us?” you asked, kindly, flashing him a smile over the back of the couch.

He shook his head, struggling with the laces on his shoes that he couldn't seem to undo. With a huff, he gave up, deciding he’d ask you for help or something. “Not tonight. Just want to take a hot shower and then go straight to bed. ‘M tired.” You could hear the exhaustion in his tone and all you wanted to do was bring him into your arms and make him feel better.

You frowned. “You could still do that, but you could sleep here. Just spend time with us, y’know. Haven’t seen you all day.” It felt like you hadn’t seen him a lot at all actually recently.

It was an innocent enough request. You hadn’t meant anything by it, but he did take it to heart. It felt like a criticism from you and he was far too tired to listen to you tell him all the different things he should do to make himself better. “Can you get off my back? I said no,” he snapped, practically hissing at you.

Both yours and Wayne’s eyes widened immensely. Eddie had almost never spoken to you this way, and you had no idea why he was starting to. “What?” you asked, chuckling a little bit at the confusion you felt.

He didn’t seem to find it funny at all. He ignored you, back to fighting with the laces that kept his boots tightly secured to his feet. By the second he was growing more and more frustrated, and it was due to the fact he’d had such a long day and now when he was supposed to be able to finally relax, things were piling up again that were getting him heated. Why wouldn’t the shoes just come off? What kind of witchcraft was keeping them on his feet? He was positive he had never once struggled this much with a pair of dumb shoes. And why did you have this sudden need to cling to him when he didn’t want you to?

“Eddie, calm down,” Wayne advised. He knew it wouldn’t go well if he started a fight over something so dumb.

It didn’t seem like he planned on taking the advice that was offered to him, instead he was going to make the situation a thousand times worse. “I said, get off my back. I don’t want to watch the stupid movie!”

A quiet gasp tumbled out of your mouth at the bluntness. “Eddie, it was just a suggestion. There’s no need to–” You were going to say something about how there was no need to blow up or overreact, but you thought your choice of words might be poor. Knowing your luck, it would only serve to make him even more angry.

He was looking at you with nothing but rage in his gaze. “There’s no need to, what?”

The more he acted rudely towards you, the less you worried about protecting his feelings. If he wanted to be an asshole then you weren’t going to coddle him by any means, you’d let him, and you wouldn’t hold back when it came to giving him the same sort of attitude. It wasn’t like you were in the wrong here, you hadn’t even done anything. “There’s no need to yell at me like a complete dick!”

“Excuse me?”

Neither of you had noticed how Wayne was looking between the two of you, shifting uncomfortably. At first he thought this would just blow over. Maybe Eddie would apologize for snapping, or you would just give up on trying to fight with him, and at that point he’d shrunk into the couch and made himself as small as possible. But then no one stopped, you both kept shouting back at one another. That was when he knew he had to leave– when it became too uncomfortable to bear.

“I’ll be… in the other room,” the older Munson excused himself, shooting the two of you one final nervous glance before he took his mug of coffee and left you to it.

Wayne tried not to bother himself with your fights when an argument would occur. You were young, and in love, but that didn’t mean you were going to agree on everything all the time. It was none of his business when the two of you would yell at each other over something dumb, even if it was happening in the middle of his living room. He would always lock himself away in his room, or even leave until the two of you were done and happy to make up. There had rarely been an occasion where he thought he might need to step in. His nephew would never hurt you. But today he’d seemed to be in a foul mood and he was a little more concerned than normal, his hand hovering over the doorknob just in case.

“Look what you did. You made Wayne uncomfortable,” you pointed out. He scoffed, loudly enough that Wayne actually heard it in the other room.

“Oh, I did that? Not you and your incessant nagging?”

His words cut deep, and you wanted nothing more than to knock some sense into him so he’d drop the attitude. He’d already scared off Wayne, he didn’t really need to be making the situation any worse for himself. If he was smart in any way, he would apologize now and the two of you could move on like nothing happened.

“If you want to turn this into a big fight because you’re angry at the world or whatever, then we can. But I’d recommend apologizing while you still can, you ass.” That should have been his sign, but for some reason his thoughts were clouded and he didn’t notice.

“What is your problem? Have you been holding all this anger back, just waiting for a moment to yell at me or something?” he hissed.

You grumbled. It wasn’t like you could’ve snapped if you wanted anytime soon, he was never home. “You’re avoiding me lately anyway, asshole,” you said. There had been a lot more late nights than usual lately, and it scared you. You hadn’t ever thought Eddie would be the kind of guy to cheat on you, but the thought was crossing your mind more and more as the days passed. It felt like you’d barely seen him these last few weeks. “You’re always working. If you are actually where you say you are.”

There was an eye roll, a scoff and then he was taking off. Your eyes widened, watching in disbelief as he approached the front door of the trailer. He didn’t even hesitate to throw it open, not looking back at you as he descended the steps.

“Where are you going?” you hissed. “Are you really just gonna walk away rather than talk about this?” You thought he was being childish. He had come home and started the fight with you in the first place, and now he wasn’t enough of a grown up to talk it out with you so you could get to the bottom of it? It was incredibly frustrating.

You followed him to the door, watching as he took off, ignoring his van like he was going to walk to wherever he was going.

Eddie was in such a haste that he hadn’t noticed the ice covering the floor. When coming into the house, only from his van, it was easy to avoid, but now that he was going further, out into the open part of the trailer park with no destination in mind, it wasn’t so easily avoidable.

His feet went out from under him when they came in contact with the slippery floor. You gasped at the sight, watching as he landed flat on his back, head coming in contact with the floor under him– hard. That had to at least be a concussion. “Oh, my god. Eddie!”

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Eddie had no idea how he ended up outside the Harrington home. The last he remembered, he was just leaving the trailer, you in tow yelling at him to come back, but you were nowhere to be seen, and nothing explained why he didn’t remember the journey of getting there. The sound of a female voice startled him, as well as the hand on his arm. It was definitely not your voice.

“You ready to go in, honey?” she asked.

His eyes bulged when they landed on Nancy Wheeler, clinging to him like she wasn’t completely disgusted by his presence all of a sudden. He was painfully confused. “What? Nancy?” He was looking at her like she was crazy, and it made her laugh.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay, honey?” He hated that she kept calling him that. She raised her hand, setting her palm on his forehead to check if he had a fever. “No fever. Did you hit your head or something?”

“I’m fine.” He tried to brush off her touch, not wanting you to appear and find her clinging to him like this. It seemed if anyone had bumped their head it was her, not him. Never in his life had she even spoken this many words to him, or looked at him for so long in one sitting. He didn’t know what alternate universe he was suddenly in, but he didn’t like it one bit. She just rolled her eyes at his odd behavior, deciding to keep her hands to herself if he was in a weird mood. “Come on, they’re waiting for us.”

His feet kicked into gear before his brain did. He hadn’t even realized they were moving at first, but then the red door of the home was growing closer to him.

A fake smile was plastered on Nancy’s annoyed face as the door was pulled open by Steve. He was grinning, and he looked happier than Eddie had ever seen him. He invited the pair in, greeting him like they were the oldest of friends. He was even pulled into a hug by Harrington, which was far from their usual dynamic. By now there would have been at least three insults thrown either way in normal circumstances. It was horrible.

“We’re so glad you guys could make it.”

He led the pair inside to the table, and Nancy grumbled under her breath when Eddie didn’t pull her chair out for her. He didn’t think he had ever done that for anyone, he might like to think he was a gentleman, but that was something he’d never considered.

The two sat side by side, as Steve bustled around trying to pour drinks for them both. Eddie was still waiting in anticipation for the arrival of the other mentioned person of the Harrington household. Other than Nancy– who was apparently involved with Eddie– he had no idea of another person his friend had ever been truly interested in. It was driving him crazy to try and work it out.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long though, for Steve called for his lover, who came wandering out of the kitchen with a bowl of food in hand. Whatever it was, it smelled good.

He gasped at the sight of you, dressed in the ugliest Christmas sweater he’d ever seen, and a long hideously colored skirt that you would usually fake a gag at when shopping. There was an apron thrown over the top of your clothes, and if he looked close enough, he could see a bump that wasn’t usually there.

He almost choked on his drink, which earned him some weird looks.

“You okay, Eddie?” you asked, grinning at Steve as he peeled the apron from your figure. He muttered something about you being silly and forgetful and it made the metalhead sick to watch. Never in his life had he wanted to see you so in love with another person.

There were many things he could have said, should have said. There were also a lot of things he wanted to ask, but he wasn’t sure if he could. This whole thing felt like a big, cruel prank, but he couldn’t fathom why any of you would do such a thing to him. Unfortunately, the only thing he could think of was probably the dumbest thing possible. “You’re pregnant?” he blubbered.

Kids were something you and he– well not this you, but you you– had talked about before. It wasn’t always a frequent topic of conversation, what with considering the two of you lived in a trailer with his uncle and definitely didn’t make enough money (even combined) to raise a child. Seeing you pregnant felt a little like an out of body experience.

He watched as you grew a little embarrassed, incredibly familiar with the look by now. But the look on Steve’s face was nothing but pure joy. He reached his hand over to your midsection, cupping the small bump and beaming. “We were gonna tell you guys tonight. Didn’t think you’d notice.” Apparently he hadn’t realized how painfully obvious it was.

“Congratulations,” Nancy gushed.

After the supposed ‘good’ news, the dinner started as normal. The three ate while Eddie just uncomfortably stared at them, trying to figure out what alternate universe he’d been transported to. No one noticed for a while, just continuing on with normal conversation about the pregnancy and baby stuff that he really didn’t want to be involved in. The way the woman beside him kept referring to him and their everyday lives like this wasn’t the weirdest thing that had ever happened to him, it was only serving to make him more uncomfortable.

He barely realized when the conversation had been shifted to a topic about him. “So, Eddie, how’s your Uncle?”

His face contorted into one of confusion, his head cocking to the side a little as he looked at Harrington– well he guessed you were somehow both Harringtons if that large ring on your finger had anything to say about it. “My Uncle? Wayne?”

Nancy placed a hand over his, trying to lace her fingers with his. He didn’t want her too though, shooting her a look as he tried to pull it away. She glared, gritting her teeth as though it would stop Eddie from acting like a child in front of their friends. As soon as he gave up, slumping down in his seat, she plastered a false look of sympathy on her face. He was honestly shocked how quickly she could fake emotion like that. And it made him realize that whatever she was about to say about Wayne, she didn’t feel as sad about it as she was making out.

“He’s taken a turn for the worse. We don’t know if he’ll make it to Christmas day,” she explained.

Eddie’s eyes widened, head snapping her way. “What? What are you talking about!”

She spared him a glance, pouting her lips. “He’s not taking the news too well.”

This was the metalhead’s worst fear. He couldn’t take this fake lovey dovey, happy family act anymore. He didn’t know what this was, but it was far from funny by now. His hands came down onto the table, standing up from his seat like he was about to make a statement. All eyes shot to him, conversation stopping amongst the three. Eddie began to feel uncomfortable knowing he’d created a scene, but there was no stopping now, he had to speak his mind. “What is going on here?”

His girlfriend or whatever the Wheeler girl was supposed to be, gasped at this. “What is going on with you? Everything’s fine,” Nancy said, embarrassed by his display. She hated that he seemed to be acting out like this, he was really ruining the image they created for themselves in front of the most put together couple they knew. She had no idea how they were supposed to come back from this little breakdown of his.

“It’s not fine!” he insisted, raising his voice. “None of this is real! It-it’s some kind of sick joke.” By the minute he was growing more and more frustrated.

His distress was only trebled when you began to show him the care he was so used to seeing. You reached over the table, setting your hand over his in the hopes it may bring him a little bit of comfort. It didn’t, it actually only made him feel a hell of a lot worse. “Maybe you should go lie down or something,” you advised.

He shook his head. “No, I’m not gonna lay down, I need you to tell me what the hell is going on,” he groaned, bringing his hands up to pull at his hair.

“Eddie, you need to calm down, you’re going to–” You didn’t get the opportunity to finish your sentence before the man started feeling dizzy. He reached his hand out to hold onto something so that he wouldn’t fall, but it didn’t help as much as he’d wished it would. Within seconds he was stumbling and landing on the floor for the second time that day, hitting his head on something on the ground. He found himself unable to focus on all the faces that appeared in his cloudy line of sight. But the last thing he remembered seeing was a look of concern on your features as you called his name.

»»——⍟——««

The next time Eddie woke up, he was terrified of the idea that he was still in the same awful situation. But as he looked around, he noticed the small signs of this being his room– just a hell of a lot tidier. He was relieved to be out of the nightmare that was being married to Nancy Wheeler, while watching the love of his life be all lovey dovey with Steve Harrinton. It was very literally torture; he couldn’t think of anything worse. He had no idea why his brain thought of such a thing, or had to impose it in his thoughts.

He was slow when pushing himself into a sitting position in his bed, worried that the two occasions where he’d hit his head might have made him a little dizzy. He didn’t want to make anything worse than it was, or be taken back to that awful dream. “Y/N?” he called, quietly, testing the waters to make sure you were actually here.

There were the sounds of feet padding towards the bedroom, and he let out such a large sigh of relief when he saw that you were standing in the doorway with a smile on your face. There was something different about you still– and he was so confused as to why you weren’t angry with him after the fight– but he was just happy to see you more than anything. “Morning, sleepyhead,” you greeted.

“I am so glad to see you,” he gushed, laughing quietly as he opened his arms to beckon you over. The grin on your face was wide and made his chest feel all warm and fuzzy.

You didn’t waste any time, happy to find yourself tucked into his side comfortably. This was a warmer greeting than you were expecting to receive, but you weren’t planning on arguing about it. “You practically passed out when you got home yesterday,” you said, trying to untangle some of the knots that had accumulated in his hair while he slept– that was the first sign to Eddie that something was wrong. His hair wasn’t all in his face like usual, and your hands remained on top of his head rather than following his curls down his shoulders. “So, there’s a couple people who’d like to see you.”

You called a ‘come on’ and then the door was being pushed open and someone else was entering. Another couple sets of feet were not what he was expecting. He thought maybe you’d gotten a dog or something that he just couldn’t remember. He was positive he would have remembered having two kids though– even their faces (though a clear perfect mix of you and him) were unfamiliar to him.

The two climbed onto the bed, calling for him and throwing their arms around him. Despite his confusion, he didn’t want to make them feel bad, so he hugged them back tightly. They seemed comfortable in his arms, especially the little one who was curled into him.

“Lisa had something she wanted to ask,” you told him, twirling the girl’s curly hair around your fingers.

Okay, so Lisa was the taller one, the one he was assuming was older. He couldn’t say he was a fan of the name, he didn’t know where it had come from, but in all your talks about kids that had never come up. He liked the idea of more fun and ‘cool’ names. Lisa just wasn’t an Eddie sort of name.

“Will you come and build a snowman outside with me and Maggie before dinner?” she was asking so shyly, like there was a large chance of him saying no than saying yes. He couldn’t actually imagine a world where he’d say no— even if he was apparently in it— he used to love building snowmen with Wayne as a little boy.

So the other one was Maggie. For a second his brow furrowed, was this the fucking Simpsons or something?

He looked between the two sets of puppy eyes, same as his own, and he knew he couldn’t say no. “Yeah, of course.”

The two squealed, running out of the run, no doubt to throw their warm winter clothes on for the snow. You turned to him with a bright grin, thanking him for doing it for them. It was that that made him believe he didn’t do it a lot from your perspective, and it made his heart sink to think he wasn’t the husband he always promised you he would be one day. If this was the path your life was going to take, then something must go really wrong at some point. He hated the idea of something taking a turn for the worst and ruining your relationship.

Your voice snapped him out of all those bad thoughts. “You need to get up Mr Lazy, we have family coming,” you told him. It was supposed to be a reminder, but considering he didn’t know anything right now, it was news to him.

“We do?”

“Yeah. They always come on Christmas eve. You have the memory of a goldfish I swear.”

He grumbled a little, at the idea of having to fake a smile and personality that wasn’t his all night, but nonetheless climbed out of the warm bed. It must be new, or at least not his old one, because it felt so much more comfortable than normal.

It’d been while he was passing the mirror on the way to his closet that he caught sight of his hair, and it spurred a feeling of distress in his chest. “My hair!” he whined, refusing to tear his eyes away from the sight of it in the mirror. “What happened to it?”

You chuckled, finding it amusing that he was genuinely horrified. “It’s just tangled. Run your fingers through it for a while, sweetheart. It’ll be fine.”

“No. My long hair. Where’d it go?”

Now was your turn to look slightly horrified. It was the first time he’d looked away from himself in the mirror since first glancing its way as he got out of bed. He didn’t know why you looked so disgusted. “We cut it off years ago Ed. You decided it was immature and too much of a hassle.”

He had said the latter before, but the only issue was that he never actually meant it. He loved his hair, more than so many things in his life and even if he got frustrated with it sometimes, he would never cut it off. He found it hard to believe that he would ever be boring or lazy enough to actually go through with cutting it off like he always claimed he was going to. “Oh. Yeah, silly me.” He had to try and play it off like he knew, so you didn’t think he was up to something.

Apparently you didn’t know him well enough to be able to tell that he was acting all weird.

This weird behavior continued all day long and it took you a while to realize that something was going on with him. He wasn’t reciprocating anything like usual, not your love or the kids’. You’d yet to ask him about it, wondering if he’d just had an off day or woken up on the wrong side of the bed or something. If it hadn’t changed by tomorrow then you’d definitely have to ask what his problem was, this wasn’t exactly in the Christmas spirit. You’d at least hoped by the time dinner rolled around he would be a little less strange. You didn’t want your guests to be weirded out by his behavior.

He, with the help of your eldest kid, who he’d learned through some very sneaky questions to be seven, was setting the table while you made dinner. He was happy to help, and tend to the other child, the five year old, whenever she needed it.

You’d pop in every now and then to talk, but it was never anything important, not until just before your guests were due to arrive. “Oh, before I forget, Dustin called and said he couldn’t make it,” you informed him. “I-If I’m being completely honest, I sort of expected it. It’s not like he ever even tries to make it when we make plans with him.”

He didn’t have a single idea of what you were talking about. Dustin was always on time or showing up hours early to plans, whether he was the one to make them or not. The kid used to beat him to Hellfire sometimes. “What do you mean? Why would he not come?”

“Well, after everything that happened with Steve–”

He cut you off, with a little bit of urgency. “Wh-What happened with Steve?”

Your eyes flickered to his face, trying to gauge if he was serious. “Gosh Ed, did you hit your head or something, sweetheart?” you joked, throwing your arms around his neck. He’d never been so hesitant to touch you before. Usually, affection came easy to the two of you, but this didn’t feel right to him. “Steve, he-he didn’t make it out of the thing with the bats– back in eighty-six.”

He was under the impression that it was still eighty-six. It had never crossed his mind that it might be a different year. But he was struggling to come up with a way to ask you what year it was without finally pushing you over the edge of being suspicious to demanding to know what was wrong. “Right, yeah. That must be– How many years ago now?”

“Almost twelve years now,” you frowned. Nineteen-ninety seven, the thought of that was crazy. How could he have missed eleven years of his own life– especially when so much happened.

“Wow,” he muttered, letting you slip out of his grasp to head back to the kitchen so your food didn’t burn. Meanwhile Eddie needed to welcome the few guests that had knocked on your door. They only consisted of Wayne– who he was glad to see was doing well this time around– and his mom? He hadn’t seen the woman in many years, since he was a kid and she left him and his dad. He had no idea what she was doing here and he didn’t know how he was supposed to fake a reaction to that.

He hadn’t realized that he’d just been standing there staring, but the longer he did stand there, the more he noticed about them. The two looked happier than he’d ever seen them, and Wayne definitely had a hand on the woman’s back. Were they a couple?

You must have realized that they hadn’t been invited into your cozy trailer yet, making your way to the door where Eddie stood gaping at them like an idiot. “Sweetheart, you not gonna invite your poor parents in out of the cold?”

Parents. That word continued to ring through his mind as he stepped out of the way so they could come in. They immediately rushed for the children, the two babies happy to see them. His movements were sluggish as he closed the door behind them, watching what he thought was a sweet reuniting moment. The kids seemed so happy to see Wayne– and his mom, which told him she must come around often.

For the first part of dinner Eddie stayed quiet. He listened mainly, trying not to get too lost in his own head. But he thought if he listened, maybe he could get some sort of clue what the fuck was going on.

“So, how are my grandbabies?”

Wayne’s question sent Lisa into a whole spiel about math at her school. She sounded as though she really loved it– like almost as much as he loved D&D– and he really didn’t understand how this could be his child. He was a nerd, for sure he could admit that, but he wasn’t that level of nerd.

Eddie had never felt so soulless while sitting there at the dinner table, listening to the small child ramble on about things he couldn’t care less about. Maybe it was a horrible thing to say, especially if this was his life and these were the kids he’d helped bring into the world– but he just didn’t understand when things got so boring. You and he used to have so much fun, your similar personalities meaning you were always on the same page about so much stuff, how the hell did you become so stiff and boring after having kids, and why were they the same way? Oh no, was he the same way?

“Ed, you alright, sweetheart?” you asked, noticing he wasn’t participating in conversation like usual. On any other night he would be asking the kids all sorts of questions so he could engage with them.

He looked like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He felt bad, seeing the slightly dejected look on the youngest’s face, but he couldn’t sit there any longer and pretend like he didn’t hate every single second of this dinner– his usual favorite meal of the day too.

He faked a smile. “I, uh. I’m not feeling too good, I’m gonna go get some air.”

The concern on your features should have made him suck it up, at least you weren’t married to Harrington in this dream. He could live with boredom surely, it probably wasn’t that bad when you got used to it, and maybe he could convince you to come out of your shell a little bit, do more fun stuff. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No, no it’s okay. Stay with the kids, entertain the guests and all that,” he assured.

You didn’t seem entirely convinced, but let him go nonetheless. He spared a last glance to the family sitting at the table, begging that this too was a horrible dream. He didn’t know why he couldn’t seem to catch a break, but it made him realize he needed to be much nicer to you whenever he escaped this trail of nightmares.

When he stepped outside he immediately regretted not bringing a jacket along with him. It was cold, painfully cold, but he didn’t feel like heading back inside to find one anywhere. Instead he just made his way down the dying lawn of the trailer park, where a car that definitely wasn’t his beloved van was sitting. “I can’t believe this is my life,” he whined, burying his head in his hands as he continued walking.

He didn’t know where he was going, and he probably should have checked, but he was too in his own head to remember to do so. If he’d been looking, he probably would have seen the same patch of ice that he originally slipped on laying in his path. For the second time, his foot went from under him and he wound up hitting his head on the ground due to the same bit of ice on the floor. “Not again,” he groaned.

»»——⍟——««

The third time Eddie woke up, he was scared. He didn’t want to sit up to find that the love of his life was married to another one of his friends, or that he was painfully miserable in a life with the person he adored most in the world. He wanted to go back to the way things were. He realized now that he’d been unfair and slightly ungrateful to you when you were arguing, but now he was willing to get on his needs to make a heartfelt apology if it meant things would go back to normal. He would literally get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness if that was what you wanted him to do.

He was planning on calling out to you to make sure you were there, but you were speaking before he could. “Hey, you’re awake,” you stated, breathing a deep sigh of relief. There was a cold towel or something pressed to his head by your hand. He wasn’t sure it was helping.

When he looked at you, you noticed something switch in his eyes. He went from being slow and drowsy to alert. He pushed himself up into a sitting position on the couch, which you tried to discourage him from doing considering he could potentially have a cousin from the hit on his head. “I’m so glad you’re here. You are regular you, right?”

Your brow furrowed. You had no idea what he was talking about. “I think so? You must have hit your head pretty hard, huh?”

You tried to begin fussing over him, but he grabbed your wrists to stop you from doing so. The look on his face seemed to be genuine, so you knew that he really was startled. “Please tell me you’re not married to Harrington, or that Wayne isn’t my dad, or that we don’t have really boring kids.”

His words only made you all the more bewildered. You assumed that he’d hit his head harder than you originally thought. “Eddie, what? None of those things are true. Are you okay?”

He sighed, slouching against you a little. There was an atmosphere of relief surrounding him, and you didn’t know what sort of crazy dreams he’d had but they clearly were very out of the ordinary. Right now it seemed like he just wanted you to hold him. All thoughts of the fight earlier pushed aside, you wrapped your arms around him, guiding his head against your chest and stroking his hair.

“My head is pounding.” That he’d expected. “How long was I out?”

You frowned, guiding your fingers through his curls. “A few hours. We were worried about you,” you told him. Only then did he realize Wayne was a few feet away, messing with his hands nervously as he watched his nephew regain his consciousness on the couch.

The memories of the fight the two of you had seemed to hit him then. Despite the heavy feeling in his head and the slight dizziness, he was overwhelmed with guilt. He didn’t even know why you were helping him considering the way he’d been awful to you. He had no right to be so rude just because he’d been having a bad day, and he knew he needed to apologize, especially if he ran the risk of losing you like he’d done more than once in his dreams today.

“I’m sorry,” he said, simply. “I want to watch Christmas movies with you and Wayne, and decorate the place and spend time with you. I swear. I didn’t mean anything I said. I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head. “You were an asshole, but I guess you paid a price for it, so…” you trailed off. The scoff he let out made a grin cross your face. But he supposed he deserved it.

“So I’m forgiven?” he asked, wanting to check.

You beamed harder, leaving his side momentarily. He didn’t know what you were doing, nor did Wayne by the looks of it. The two Munson’s just had to wait for you to come back from whatever you were doing rustling around within his room. When you came back you were carrying a familiar piece of red material, as well as the VHS of the exact film you’d be watching when he came home.

“Put this on and watch this with us, and you’re completely forgiven,” you promised.

Even though he didn’t really want to, he took the santa hat from you and sank it down onto his head. He looked positively adorable with the little frown and the fuzzy material on his head. He wouldn’t let you stand there and ‘admire’ him any longer though, if the two of you (plus Wayne if he wanted) were going to watch a movie, then he wanted to be as comfortable as possible cuddled on the couch with you. At least that way he could take a nap if he wanted to.

You didn’t protest, this was what you wanted to do. Since the moment he left for work that morning, you had wanted him to fall asleep on your shoulder like this as Gremlins played on the TV. It didn’t matter what was happening in the movie, not to you anyway, not when Eddie was snoring lightly with the cutest of smiles on his unconscious face.

You couldn’t help but wonder if these dreams were better than the ones he’d had earlier and were what was causing his smile. Little did you know, it wasn’t the dreams that were making him happy, it was his real life. Despite the fact that in those nightmares he was married to you, the two of you living out your lives together— this was a thousand times better than that. He seriously couldn’t ask for more from you than this.

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