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Hi, I’m still on a mental health hiatus but PLEASE tag/credit me when using my ideas blatantly or copying one of my stories just changing it a little.

It’s kinda frustrating lol so just pls tag me I’d love to read your stuff inspired by mine but I’d like some kind of credit. I’m not trying to sound like a bitch or pretentious I’m just protective over my art (writing is a form of art, and I don’t just write fanfics 😭)

I love you guys, LOVE you. <3 thank you for all the love you’ve given me as well, all the likes and reblogs make me so happy. I’m not done, I have NOT left the fandom, trust me. I still very much have a raging stranger things obsession, I’ve just been recovering from a psychotic episode that started around November of last year.

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I’m kinda fucked up rn, I’m posting this anyways because I know my Gareth girlies are out there and I love you guys

7 minutes to forever - Gareth Emerson x Reader

HE IS AGED UP TO 18

Warnings: Gareth is a virgin, boner talk, male masturbation, smut, first time sex, mutual pining, awkwardness, I don’t like talking about condoms they gross me out but I tried to use one for once

-

It was a small party of sorts at Steve’s house, and of course Eddie was going to be there because that’s his boyfriend.

Eddie tried to invite all the people from the club, so his friends can meet Steve and Steve’s friends, hoping everyone could kind of merge and coexist but you and Gareth were the only two to show up out of the group.

The rest were just a few of Steve and Eddie’s mutual friends, including Robin. Lately, Eddie’s been on your ass about a certain something and he sees it as some sort of sign that you and Gareth both came.

“It’s been way too long. Just go fucking tell him.” Eddie begs you.

“Tell him fucking what, exactly??”

“That you literally want to fuck him. Have you seen this dude? Zero chance he’ll reject you. He’s such a virgin he’d probably cream his pants just from you speaking to him.”

“Eddie, EW.”

“I’m just saying.”

“That’s just it, I don’t wanna like… fucking corrupt him.”

“He wants you to corrupt him.”

“What??”

“Yep.” He shrugs. “He wants you too, it’s so PAINFULLY obvious to everyone except you guys. We’re all tired of hearing about it.” He gestures to the rest of your shared friends.

“No, I- I don’t believe you. He doesn’t like me, that’s why I haven’t fucking said anything.” You whisper, now.

“Alright.” Eddie announces a little louder than he needs to be, and gets up. He grabs your wrist and starts pulling you.

“No, no, no. Eddie, stop, I’m so serious.”

And now you were standing in front of him.

“Gareth, here. Talk to her.”

You start to try and run the other way, away from this confrontational situation, but Eddie catches you.

“Jesus Christ, it’s like taking care of literal children. If you won’t say it, I will. Y/N, Gareth has a huge crush on you. Gareth, Y/N is practically obsessed with you, won’t shut up about how cute you are.”

You put your head in your hands.

“There, I said it, now be normal human beings.” He says, patting you both on the shoulder and walking away, leaving just the two of you standing near the kitchen while everyone else was in the living room, in another world.

“I’m sorry. About him, uh, yeah. I don’t know why he did that.” You say quietly, looking at the ground.

“Was that true?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a relief. I don’t think either of us were gonna say something.”

“Yeah, probably not.” You laugh.

-

“Okay, so we’re locked in here.” You sigh.

“Yeah..” he agrees.

Eddie basically shoved you two into a hall closet, yelling about “seven minutes in heaven,” which was a stupid game thing you thought only middle schoolers did. You protested, but he was very insistent, and you gave up. He was just fucking with you two, being extra mischievous tonight for some reason.

“You know you don’t have to listen to him, right? You don’t need to do anything, you know, sexually. It’s perfectly fine to not want to.”

“I- well, I want to.”

“Why don’t you then?”

“Don’t know. Nervous, I guess. Just really nervous.”

“Would it help if I made the first move?”

He nods.

You lean in quickly after that to press your lips against his. Even though he knew it was coming, it still shocked him, enough to jump a little a draw back.

“No? It’s okay.” You try to reassure him despite all the mixed signals you were getting from this boy.

“Yes. Please. I’m sorry about that.”

“You do it then. I know you can.” You smile.

This time he leans in, despite his anxiety screaming in his brain. It’s sweet, so sweet, and his lips are soft and gentle. You reach up to rest your hand on the side of his face, lightly rubbing your thumb against his cheek while you kiss him.

His hands find your waist and rest there while you try to let him lead so you don’t overwhelm him. But soon, he suddenly pushes you against the wall. Not too rough but not as gentle as he had been, but you liked it either way, draping your arms over his shoulders.

This was something you’d always wanted, to kiss him, and you never thought it would happen in a million years. You thought he probably thought of you as just one of the guys, but apparently he didn’t. He adored you, but he’d never say that to you out loud.

You make out with him to the point you almost can’t breathe but couldn’t bare breaking the kiss to get air. You fingers tangled in his soft, curly hair, accidentally pulling it a little forgetting that to some people that just hurts. He didn’t say anything, though, and you just continued running your fingers through his locks at the back of his head.

“Seven minutes are up!!” Eddie calls, walking towards the closet to free you.

“Shit, um..” Gareth looks down, which was a mistake because it made you look down too.

“Oh.”

He got a boner just from kissing you, but now that your time is up, he doesn’t know what to do.

“Sorry.” You whispered.

“It’s not your fault.” He laughed a little.

“So, what’d you two get up to in here?” Eddie asks, after swinging the door open. Gareth moves quickly past him and into the bathroom as swiftly as he can.

“You can’t just put people in closets, Eddie.”

“I did, though, so yeah. I can. Please tell me you at least kissed.”

“That is SO none of your business.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Finally.” He exclaims the last word. You walk back with him to where everyone was gathered in the living room and once you sat down, you started daydreaming about what Gareth’s doing in there. You know what he’s doing, realistically, but you couldn’t stop imagining it.

In the bathroom, he stands in front of the sink with his dick in his hand, desperately fucking his fist just needing to get this out of his system. Instead of having to see his reflection in the mirror in front of him, he shut his eyes and thought of you.

God, all the things he wanted to do with you, to do to you. But just then, the way you kissed him deep, the way your fingers tangled in and pulled on his hair, the way he had you up against the wall. He finishes quickly thanks to these thoughts and mental images, release spurting out into the sink and the last bit of it dripping onto his hand.

He tries to catch his breath, washing his hands and cleaning up his mess, then looked at himself. He fixed his hair to look as normal as possible, cooled off, and went back to join everyone.

“Where the hell have you been?” Steve asks, only just noticing the boy’s absence.

“I had to use the bathroom, okay?” He answers defensively.

“Okay, jeez.” Steve said, raising his hands.

Gareth finds that his previous seat had been taken, and looks around nervously. You lock eyes with him and pat the place beside you on the couch. He smiles shyly and comes to sit.

As you all watched the movie, and no one was paying attention, you grabbed his hand and held it in yours, scooting closer. You leaned your head to rest on his shoulder, and he smiled secretly.

He made you feel all warm and happy on the inside, just like the perfect boy. That night really solidified your feelings for him, and you hope it did to him too. You thought about him a lot. Were you on his mind too?

-

Well, maybe tonight you could find out. DND was done and a couple of people were going back to Eddie’s for some beers or whatever alcohol his uncle had around. It was a Friday, after all.

When you got dropped off, it looked like everyone was already there. That meant he was too. He didn’t have a car, so he had to have ridden with somebody. Why did you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of going into Eddie’s trailer? Since when is that a big deal?

You pushed it aside, the nervousness, and stepped in anyway.

“HEY, look who’s here. Thought you weren’t coming for a while there.” Eddie says.

“Sorry, I had to go home and change and everything, you know..”

“Alright, so… drinks. We’ve got two options. You ready?”

“So excited.” You say sarcastically.

“Beer or vodka.”

“Oh, god. Terrible. They’re both terrible. A beer, I guess.”

He laughs and gets you one. You head into the living room again where everyone is, taking a sip of the shitty and not very cold beer.

The couch is full so you take a seat on the floor, it looked like they were all passing a joint around. When it comes to you, you decline, giving it to the next person. The next person was Gareth, who also declined.

“You guys are total losers.” Eddie said, calling you out for not participating.

“I’m not a loser, I just don’t wanna be high.” Gareth says defensively.

“Yeah, me neither. Realistically, I don’t even want this beer. It’s gross, Eddie.”

“Well when none of us are 21 yet, you take what you can get.”

-

“I’m tired of sitting on the floor. Can me and Gare go hang out in your room?”

“Go have fun, you crazy kids. We’ll be in here, watching TV and talking VERY loudly.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes, walking back to Eddie’s bedroom while Gareth follows and shuts the door behind him.

“Listen, I’m not trying to push anything on you. I didn’t want time alone to do that stuff, I just wanted to spend time with you.” You say, sitting down on the bed.

“Yeah, okay. I wanna spend time with you too.” He laughs. So cute.

“Cuddle?”

He laughs, blushing a little. “Sure.”

You lay down together, becoming intertwined, resting your head on his chest. You stay that way for a while, you could’ve stayed that way forever.

“Hey,” he says after about 15 minutes, and you lift up, resting on your elbow.

“Hm?”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

His lips come to meet yours and they melt together, and suddenly so do your bodies. They press against each other, radiating heat and warmth. He wants more, he wants more so bad, but he doesn’t want to push it and he also just doesn’t know how to ask. His hand is on your waist again, hovering slightly.

“Could I- would it be okay if-“ he starts.

“Gareth?”

“Yeah?” He asks anxiously.

“You can do literally whatever you want to me.” You assure him.

“Jesus Christ.”

Immediately hard as a rock, immediately entranced. It was true, in your defense, you liked him *so* much,

“I mean it.” You whisper.

His hand starts to move, ending up on your ass, squeezing tightly. It also pulled you impossibly closer to him, bodies pressed together. You put your hand on his face again, holding it sweetly but firmly while you kiss.

Your tongues explored each other’s mouths again, more familiar this time, and his hand moves up to squeeze one of your tits while the other arm props him up on his side. He needed more than this, he needed to feel your skin.

He slipped his hand into your sweater from the bottom, moving up until he felt your bare breast which he wasn’t fully expecting. He thought you were wearing something, anything underneath but you weren’t.

His cool fingers run over your hard nipples, making you gasp a bit, and so he goes farther and pinches one of them which makes you squeak in surprise. He just continued to feel your torso, hands running all over your stomach and chest and hips and tits.

You reached for the bottom hem of the sweater and pulled it off over your head, letting him be able to see what he’s doing, and his eyes grew wide as saucers. His eyes wandered shamelessly, curiously, all over, nearly burning a hole in you.

“You… you like them?” You ask, giggling a little bit. He was so beyond fascinated and you could see that.

“Yes, holy shit, yes.” He responds almost under his breath.

“Gare?”

“Hm?”

You take some of his soft locks in your hand and guide him down, wanting him to try sucking on or licking your nipples. He does, latching on quickly, expertly.

You start to melt now, holding onto his hair while you moan quietly. He climbs on top of you and brings his mouth to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. He gets the idea to move up to your neck, and starts kissing there.

This is where you totally fall apart, your weakness. Your noises encourage him to kiss your neck with more passion and fervor and you can feel his erection pressed against your thigh.

You reach down to grab onto it, palm it, and he sucks a particularly harsh mark onto your neck in the sweet spot when you do. You’ll definitely have a bruise, but you don’t mind at all.

“Fuck,” he breathes into your shoulder, stopped for a moment.

“You okay?” You check in, pushing him up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Think I’m just… god, I’m nervous. That’s so embarrassing.”

“No, that’s okay.” You reassure. “What do you want?”

He burns red. He’s not gonna be able to say it out loud himself.

“Do you want to have sex? Be honest.”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I do too. But Gare, we can stop at any moment. Just tell me, okay?”

“Okay.” He breathes.

You reach down to untie the strings on the waistband of your sweatpants and pull them off your body, leaving you in pink panties in front of him.

You feel him staring again, at the sight of you anxiously squeezing your legs together and waiting for him to make the next move.

You were so turned on it was unbelievable, with him have not even touched you there yet. You were sure you were soaking. He fumbles with his button and zipper, looking behind him.

“Yes, the door’s locked.”

“Oh. Good.” He half-laughed, because that is indeed what he was checking for. He takes his pants off and climbs back on top of you, only in his t shirt and boxers now.

He slots himself between your legs after you happily spread them for him. You could feel his cock so much better now, rock solid and a really nice size. He ruts his hips up against you, only the barriers of your respective underwear blocking the way.

He buries his face between your shoulder and neck, kissing on it again, and his hard cock continually presses against your cunt. You accidentally moan, a moan too loud for the situation, but you just have to hope no one heard it because you couldn’t help it.

“Shh,” he soothes, covering your mouth with his.

“Sorry,” you whisper, into the kiss, smiling. You can feel him smiling too.

“Should- can- what should we…”

“It’s up to you, remember? Whatever you want, however you wanna do it.” You remind him, trying to give him some confidence.

“Right. Can I take these off, then?” He asks, slipping his finger into the waistband of your panties.

“Yes, please do.”

You didn’t want to come off as desperate and impatient, but you were growing to be. It wasn’t his fault, though, you had to remind yourself he’s never done this before. He does, pulling the fabric down your legs and leaving you bare. Quickly after that, he pulls his own underwear off.

“I’m really wet, so whenever you’re ready, I’m ready.”

“Oh, shit, okay. Wait, don’t we need a condom?”

“Eddie should have some, if you want.”

You didn’t need one, being on birth control, but you wanted to do whatever made him more comfortable. He digs around in the nightstand and quickly finds some, taking one and putting it on.

“Okay.” He repeats, finally ready. You smile as if to tell him ‘go ahead’. You immediately learn that he isn’t familiar with easing into it, as he fills you up completely right away. This made you gasp, but luckily not too loud.

“Ohh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He groans.

“So good, you feel so good. Start moving, baby boy.”

That slipped out. That did slip out but he did not seem to mind the pet name at all, only listening to what you said and starting to thrust in and out.

You bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet, only letting whimpers and soft moans out every now and then. You looked him in the eyes longingly, even though he was right there, and you felt yourself starting to love him in that moment.

He lets his dominant hand roam up to your throat, only to rest there. Thinking. You nod, reading his mind, answering his silent question and he squeezes gently. Soft but intoxicating. He continues to choke you with his big hand wrapped around your neck and leans down to kiss you again.

He finds a rhythm he likes, and starts to fuck you with more confidence. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he still stretched you out and reached pretty deep inside.

Amazingly full of him, you still keep your noises quiet as much as you can. You couldn’t believe it, Gareth, you and Gareth were having sex. If the you from a month ago heard that, she would say “no fucking way.” But here you were. He wasn’t being super vocal, so you only hoped he felt good too. Damn, it would be nice to hear him though.

“Still okay?” You ask.

“The best.” He replies, and you smile.

He moves his hand from your throat back to fondling your breast, other one holding up his body weight over you.

He ends up getting quite aggressive while chasing his high, slamming into you quickly and filling the room with the sounds of sex. You think back to what Eddie said about watching TV and talking loudly and you stop worrying about that.

You were close, walls fluttering around him, but you knew you most likely wouldn’t get to finish. You’d just do it yourself later when you got home. The memory of this will be more than enough to masturbate to for a really long time, you think.

Coincidentally, he starts getting sloppy, thrusting haphazardly and clearly searching for something. Determined, he soon found it, cock twitching inside of you as he filled the condom and let out a long string of curse words and groans when he came.

He once again leant forward, resting his head on your shoulder for a moment. Neither of you wanted to move, and the pressure of him on top of you was so comforting, but eventually he had to.

-

Once all was done, you lay together, just as you had started out.

“Do you… like, actually like me?” He asks, head turning to you.

“No shit, Gareth. Yes, I like you.” You say sarcastically. You hope it didn’t come out mean. Thankfully it didn’t, because he laughed.

“So, you can totally tell me to fuck off if this is stupid, but… do you want to be together? You and me? Or is that stupid-“

You shut him up with a kiss, because he would’ve rambled on forever and you already had the answer.

“Yes. I’d like that.” You smile.

“Oh, okay. Cool, cool.” He laughs, feeling a huge weight off his shoulders. You melt into his arms, but you get interrupted when he suddenly realizes something.

“Oh, shit. I’m terrible.” He says, out of nowhere.

“You are not. Why?”

“You were supposed to… finish….too. You didn’t- I did something wrong.” He says, covering his face with his hands.

“I don’t care about that. It’s okay, I promise. If it bothers you that much, you can next time. I’ll help you.”

“Next time…” he repeats idly.

“Yeah? I just kinda assumed there’d be a next time..”

“Yes. No, you’re right, there will be. I just liked the sound of that.”

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His lower belly I need him so bad I have to fuck this man I need him holy shit

Had a little bit of some happy thoughts with this one.

(I know this was posted 2 weeks ago but look at this man</3)

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I have Gareth smut next don’t boo me it had to be done I still love him

#Gareth my love

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Take me where the music ain’t too loud - part 2 of 2 ♡

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: oral f receiving, smut, squirting, creampie, panty stealing

-

The party had died down a lot, and you were sitting outside just getting some fresh, quiet air, when a familiar man emerges from the house. He’s got a leather jacket on now, and a pack of cigarettes in his hand, then he notices you.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

“Hi.”

“You mind some company?”

You shook your head, and he sat down beside you, flicking his lighter and taking a hit of tobacco. You sit in silence for a little while, you just look up at the stars in a dazed state.

You had no idea what time it was, but it didn’t feel like it mattered much. The dark summer atmosphere outside was warm, nice, only a little bit sticky. When he finishes his cigarette and carelessly tosses the butt end of it to the ground, he checks his watch.

“Stargazer, do you have a way home tonight?”

You come back to reality, the present moment you got lost in.

“Uhhh… no, I don’t guess I do.”

“C’mon, then. I’m heading out.”

You don’t know why, but you instantly got up and started following him. Blindly trusting. When you got into his car, you settled into the comfy seat beside him. His eyes were lingering on you, glistening in the moonlight every now and then.

He was parked on down the street at a dark cul-de-sac, the only sound was his engine running and the crickets chirping. You think for a moment, then speak aloud.

“What’s your name?” You ask, a little embarrassed that you didn’t have a clue.

“Eddie.” He smirks.

“Eddie, can you kiss me?”

He leans over towards you and you meet in the middle, above the center console. You both went into it having different approaches. He was going to kiss you sweetly, passionately. You kissed him with fervor, with need. Hard.

He takes in a sharp, surprised breath but immediately returns the same energy. It’s so good, so intense, and you could feel him with all your senses. He was all you wanted, right then and right there.

You made out for several minutes, with you moving closer and closer until you eventually try shifting over to come sit in his lap and hopefully ride him if you were lucky.

He stops you before you can get out of your seat, taking a few heavy breaths. You tilt your head to the side in confusion.

“No?”

“No. I’m not fucking you in my car, I think you’re better than that. I will, however, fuck you at my place. I’d love to have you.”

“Okay.” You smiled, and he did too, starting to drive to his house.

-

“Take it all off.” He says after pulling his lips away from yours to speak. You start with your shirt, shoes already off, then your skirt. He looks at you as though you still were not done, and so you rid yourself of your bra and panties too. Now he was happy. Or maybe the right word was hungry.

“Fuck, such a nice body,” he says, parting your legs with his hands as you laid on his bed, “pretty pussy, too.”

He lays down on his stomach in front of you, first toying with your clit with his two fingers. They’re cold, so you jump a bit, and he replaces them with his warm mouth to make up for it. Your legs were open so wide for him, it was instinctual. You needed him there.

“Oh, god, oh my god,” you whimper, grasping the sheets beneath you. His tongue prods at your hole, licks up and down your slit, and swirls around your clit.

It all happened to fast, a hurricane of sensation and pleasure, and he only kept repeating the cycle. He notices your body goes particularly stuff when he sucks on your clit, so he does that and sticks with it.

He suckles and licks the sensitive, swollen and throbbing nub until your thighs trembled beside his head and you were orgasming right beneath him.

Even after it rocked through your entire body, he prolonged it, lapping up every bit of cum that would dare to leak out of your pussy until you were whining and whimpering.

He finally let up. As you catch your breath, he pulls off his shirt, coming back down to kiss you while you proceed to fumble with his belt buckle.

You could feel through his jeans how hard he was but you wanted to feel it for real, inside of you. You wanted to squeeze it til there was nothing left, trap him in your walls and never let him go.

“All the way?” He breathes, into your parted mouth.

“Please.”

His hands replace yours, working much faster on his belt without even looking, undoing it. You hear the metal clinking sound of the belt and then the sound of a zipper, and your stomach flips, all of a sudden nervous and anticipating him getting inside you.

You watch while he takes everything off, jeans and then boxers, and comes back to you, hovering. He presses the tip up against your entrance, spreading the wetness around and grazing your clit which made you jump from sensitivity.

He just smiles wickedly again. You were so ready, it was so painfully and embarrassingly obvious that your body wanted him. With one hand on each side of your head, he moves forward, the tip pressing inside, just past the entrance.

You whimpered at that, that first feeling. At just the tip, pathetic. He would give you something to whine and cry about, you’d see, as he pushes the rest of the way in.

In one thrust, he almost bottoms out inside you and you moaned out loud from the shocking but very welcome intrusion. You expect him to maybe cover your mouth, but he doesn’t, meaning no one else is here. Either that or he just truly didn’t give a fuck. To be fair, you didn’t either, not in that moment.

“Goddamn, you’re tight, sweetheart.” He grunts, starting to move.

“Feels so good,” you say softly, breathily.

“Fuck yeah, it does.”

He sets a pace, slow and steady to start out until you’re squirming, whining for more. He won’t pick it up until you ask, though.

Not even when you look up at him and give him your desperate puppy dog eyes. He cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to say something, while sliding in and out agonizingly slow.

“Please, sir.”

“Good start…” he encourages.

“Please, fuck me harder. I need you to, please, please,” you beg, and you receive.

He pulls all the way out to slam back into you, holding the backs of your thighs and folding your legs up close to your body.

The angle is a stretch, a little uncomfortable for a moment, but then you quickly realize how good it is like this. His tip was hitting spots inside you that nobody’s ever reached before, and you were the tightest pussy he’s ever been in.

He wasn’t gonna last very long, he knew that from the start. He wanted to give it to you hard, just like you asked, so he did.

He fucks into you relentlessly, repeatedly stimulating that certain spot over and over until you squirted on his cock, gushing slightly onto the bed below you.

The warm fluid’s sensation around him sent him into release, cumming deep inside before he had the chance to pull out. You stayed connected like that, for a few moments, breathing heavy.

“Holy shit.” He comments breathlessly.

“Yeah,” you add, “holy shit.”

-

“We just keep making messes, don’t we?” He chuckles. “Hold on.”

You just lay there, wet spot beneath you, feeling his warm cum slowly dripping out of your hole. He returns with a towel, wiping himself and then you off, getting dressed.

You keep the towel, putting it beneath you, while you put your bra and shirt back on. He gives you your time, and once you feel most of it’s leaked out, you go to grab your panties and skirt. He snatches the little piece of cotton fabric before you can get it.

“How bout I keep these? Surely that’s alright with you.” He smiles, slipping them into his pocket.

“I mean, sure, if you want them.” You giggle, just putting on your skirt.

“Good girl. You ready to go home?”

“Yeah, I probably should.”

“Alright. Let’s go.” He says, and you both put your shoes on.

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Take me where the music ain't too loud - part 1 of 2 ♡

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: rough/dominant language, oral m receiving, ball worship (I’m not really sure what to call it), facial

A/N: hi :)

-

Everything is so loud, so overwhelming, but you still feel his grip on your wrist as he practically drags you to the upstairs bathroom at this party. You’d been dancing with him for a while, grinding all up on him in front of everybody and he’d finally had enough.

“Fuck, I found myself a little whore. You’re gonna be mine, alright? You wanna be mine tonight?”

You nod dumbly, dropping down to your knees and he smiles wickedly. He was soaking up the way you oozed with need for him, the way he could tell you wanted him the second you locked eyes in the busy room. He reaches down and grabs your hair, yanking it roughly to force you to look up at him.

“Say you need it.”

You blink, looking at him, lips slightly parted. He pulled harder and the sting brought you back to reality.

“Please, I need it.”

“Please, huh? So nice for me. Go ahead.”

You immediately bring your hands up to his belt buckle, feeling the leather and metal on your fingertips. He stares down at you in your desperate state, getting the buckle undone and looking back up at him as if to seek praise for a job well done. He just nods, smiling slightly. You continue, now unbuttoning, then unzipping, then…

It sits heavy in front of your face, and part of you wonders if he’s so hard for you or if he just was and you were the first girl he happened to find. As you pause for a moment, he reaches down to caress your cheek.

“So pretty. My pretty girl. Put it in your mouth.”

Your lips immediately fall open along with your jaw, and you get your mouth on him, taking the base of his cock in your hand at the same time. He groans, feeling so much relief from the contact. You pump his shaft while you start sucking, taking half the length in your mouth at first.

Another groan and a quiet “fuck” from him was enough to encourage you to take the rest. You wanted to be so good for him. It wasn’t long til the tip touched the back of your throat, again and again. He has a fistful of your hair, pulling on it, starting to help you move at the pace he wanted.

It’s obscene, filthy, what you’re doing to this man, and what he’s doing to you. Thankfully the music outside drowned out a lot of the sounds. You had to pull off at one point, unable to breathe, and just looked up at the taller man with wet lips and drool dripping down your chin.

He was impressed your eyes weren’t watering and how little you’d gagged, his cock filling your mouth and throat so well.

He lets you have a little break, running his thumb along your wet chin and then sticking it in your mouth, giving you something smaller to suck on and trying to give you back some of your saliva.

Your hand snakes down between your thighs and beneath your skirt, shamelessly rutting against your own fingers to get rid of some of the ache. When he notices this, he laughs at you, wicked.

“You know, that almost makes me sad.” He ponders out loud, thumb still in your mouth. “But it’s all about me right now, okay, baby?Your purpose here, right now, is to make me feel good. Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you slightly nod, the finger slipping out so you can speak only for a moment, “I’m sorry, sir. Only you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groans, rolling his eyes back.

You take the base of his cock in your hand, the one that was touching yourself, and take the rest back into your mouth without breaking eye contact with him, sucking hard and hollowing your cheeks out. That dominant hand moves downwards to his balls, massaging them in its palm.

“Shit, you like those? Suck on ‘em, princess.”

You pull yourself off of his cock and proceed to follow his instructions, taking his testicles into your mouth one at a time while fondling them too.

“Goddamn, keep going. Just like that.”

He takes his cock into his own hand now, after spitting on his palm, he spreads the wetness and starts to jerk himself off while you play with his heavy balls.

His other hand holds your hair as he watches you, how disgusting you were getting for him. His strokes get quicker and quicker, and he feels himself coming to a climax.

“Gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He chokes out before you move just in time to catch it. You sit right below the tip with your mouth open wide, tongue out, and it starts coming.

Some of the salty substance lands in your mouth, but the rest shoots out all over your face. He keeps pumping until every last drop is gone, groaning and moaning.

When he comes back to earth and looks at the state of you, he can hardly believe his eyes. You looked so perfect. Also dumb, just sitting, still, on your knees as if you don’t know what to do next.

“Oh, shit. Okay.” He collects himself, fully dressing back up and scans the bathroom. There’s a shelf with clean, folded towels on it, perfect.

He grabs one, and turn on the sink, waiting for the water coming out to get warm before running a part of the towel under it. He crouches down to your level, gently starting to wipe off the substance from your face.

When he’s done the best he can, he helps pull you back up out of the floor and pushes you up to sit on the counter. He wasn’t done, you had mascara streaking below your eyes like you’d been crying so he grabs a tissue and gets the black makeup marks off of your cheeks too.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You finally speak. It was confusing, contrasted to the way he was talking to you earlier and how rough he was being.

He chuckles lightly.

“I thought you were just some slut, but you’re actually beautiful. Still slutty, but so beautiful.”

“Oh. Thank…you?”

“Mhm. I’ll see you around, okay? I’m going back out to the party.”

“Okay.” You say softly, still sitting on the sink counter when he left you.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #stranger things smut

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Hey guys, I’m not dead. I promise I’m writing and I will be back with the usual debauchery soon

I LOVE YOU

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Hey guys. I had a little bit of an attempt several days ago so I’m still down and trying to get to feeling better, on new meds now. I know it isn’t that deep but I LOVE this account and all the people who are so nice to me here, so I feel really sad and guilty that I haven’t felt like being on this app lately. I’ll be back.

Right now I’m posting the story I have sitting in my notes :)

I’m not sure what to call this, it was inspired by this ask and i accidentally turned it into a cute lil Gareth love story. Let me know if you wanna be tagged for credits, I wasn’t sure <3

Warnings: TW SA

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“I’ll see you later. Be out in the parking lot on time or I’m not taking you home with me.”

“W-why are you always trying to leave me at school?” You ask defensively as you shut the passenger side door after getting out.

“*i* don’t try to do anything. You’re just slow sometimes and I don’t have the patience.” He scoffs and you both go into the school, parting ways to your respective classes.

Once it was lunchtime, you headed to the cafeteria. You had some friends here and there, but no one you specifically say with. You just kind of went where there was room.

As you got in line for food, you heard a bunch of laughter and comments from behind you, and you knew that the presence you felt was a group of basketball guys. You tried to ignore them, but it became clear soon that they were talking about you.

“Jesus Christ, that skirt’s short. She knows what she’s doing.” One boy commented.

“Yeah, dude, like I could just-“

You feel a hand on your ass, taking a generous handful and groping.

You gasp, turning around immediately. It was Jason. He just had a stupid fucking grin on his face, his friends were laughing. Your face turned red with embarrassment and a little bit of fear.

You turn back around, pulling your skirt down lower, and finish getting your food. Immediately after you pay, your desperate eyes scan the whole room full of people. You search for the Hellfire Club table, and find it quickly knowing the general vicinity of where it’s at. Eddie didn’t ever want you sitting there, said it was just a guy thing.

It was new, and a little scary, but you had to go to someone who cared about you. Yes, your step brother is an asshole, but you know he loves you. He’s drunkenly admitted it many times, and you always said you loved him too.

You head straight for him, where he was in the middle of a conversation with Mike. They were so engaged that they didn’t notice you standing there holding your tray at first, Gareth had to tell Eddie to look up.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I- Eddie, I need to tell you something.”

“Can’t it wait? We’re talking about important shit right now here.” He gestures to his friends.

Your eyes filled with tears, you felt them stinging as one fell and your lip started to quiver. You just stand there.

“Shit. Wheeler, get up. Let her sit.”

You plop down in the now free seat beside him.

“What happened? Someone bully you?”

You did get bullied. He knew that. He just figured some bitchy girl hurt your feelings or smacked the books out of your hands or something.

“Yeah.. well… maybe no. I don’t know. It was Jason, he- he grabbed me. In the line. He grabbed my butt and all of them laughed.”

A few more tears fell as you let your shoulders relax a little now. There was an expression on his face that you had never seen before. He was thinking, thinking hard about something, and he was angry, pissed. The other guys look panicked, waiting for how Eddie was gonna handle that information. They knew it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Eds?” You ask, quietly, concerned.

He slams his hand down on the table and stands up quickly. He locks his eyes onto where the group of boys had sat down and were eating and barreled straight towards them.

He goes and grabs Jason by the collar of his jacket, yanking him down into the floor. Everything seemed to go a little quieter when everyone heard the impact of his body on the hard laminate flooring. His friends get up, starting to try and help Jason up and get Eddie away, but he doesn’t allow it.

“Stay the FUCK back. You fuckin’ pussies.” He yells at them.

“What the hell is your problem, freak?” Jason asks, scrambling back up to his feet.

He doesn’t get an answer, only a hard blow to the face. He immediate grabs his nose, feeling blood start to spill out of it.

“You wanna touch girls? You wanna touch my little fucking sister?”

Another punch. One after another. Jason’s friends once again try to intervene, but Eddie fights them back. He ends up on top of Jason in the floor, beating the shit out of him and cursing him out until staff came in and forcibly removed him from the other boy.

You and all the other guys at the table with you watch with wide eyes and slack jaws. Holy shit.

You can’t hear what the staff members told him, you can just see them holding him by the arms and taking him out of the room. Jason’s friends are finally able to help him, one of them runs to get the nurse because he’s bleeding all over himself.

“Holy shit.” Mike comments, echoing exactly what you were thinking.

“I’m so sorry, y/n, that guy’s a real piece of shit. He got what he deserved.” Gareth tries his best to soothe you, taking your shaking hand in his from across the table and squeezing it.

“It’s okay. What, uh, what’s gonna happen? To Eddie?”

“They’ll just suspend him. Probably a couple of weeks.” He shrugs, as if that’s normal.

“Two weeks?? They’re gonna do something worse to me now, knowing he’s gone and no one will protect me. To get revenge.”

“Fuck that. I’ll protect you. It’s what Eddie would want.” Gareth responds.

“Wha- really?” You ask quietly, almost in disbelief and also blushing at his kindness. You never knew he was so sweet.

“Yes, really. I’ll walk you to your classes, and you’ll sit with us at lunch for the next couple weeks til Eddie’s back. Right, guys?”

Everyone nods.

“Thank you guys. I’m sorry, uh, about all this. I didn’t know he’d do that, now you don’t have your dungeon master.”

“Wait, you know about D&D?” Gareth seems shocked, and you laugh shyly.

“Of course I do. He is my brother, after all.”

“Don’t worry about that.” He pauses to think. You both start to say something at the same time, but you let him go first.

“We’ll just play somewhere else than school.”

“I was just about to say that.” You laugh. “You could do it at my-our.. Eddie’s house.” You stumble over the words.

-

When the bell rings at the end of the day, you go outside and step into the fresh air. Shit, you forgot Eddie got sent home. You start to panic, thinking of who could give you a ride home, but you hear the rumbling of that shitty van pulling into the parking lot. You look up, and he pulls up right in front of you, motioning you to get in.

“Eds, you’re not supposed to be here, are you? They said you’re probably suspended.”

“I am. But I just can’t go into the school. I had to come back for you, you really think I’d leave you here?”

“You kinda imply that, like, a lot.”

“Well I don’t fuckin mean it, okay?”

“Sorry.” Your eyes sting again. You just wanted to go home and never leave your bed again.

He takes a deep breath.

“No, y/n, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m really fucking mad, but not at you.”

“Oh. Okay.” You say, quietly.

At home, you go straight to the bathroom, mind fixed on washing Jason’s touch off of your body. You take a hot shower and scrub hard, crying softly so that you are not heard.

When you get out, on your way to your room, you hear Eddie talking to his uncle downstairs. You were worried he’d be in trouble, but Wayne didn’t sound mad. You catch the sound of him saying “I understand” before retreating to your room. You put on new clothes and just went to sleep. When you wake up, it’s dark out. You look at the clock. 11PM.

“Hey. I just wanted to check on you.” Eddie says softly, entering your room. He sits down at the foot of your bed.

“Hmm- I’m okay. Are you?”

“You’re sweet for caring but don’t ask me. I’m asking you. You didn’t deserve what happened to you today.”

“Well… I took a long shower, that made me feel a little better. But still just a little shocked.”

“Well listen, I’m gonna tell my friends to watch over you until I’m back, okay? You don’t have to worry.”

“Oh, yeah, they already told me. That’s really nice. You guys were really nice to me today.”

It had really meant the world. He saw that, but tried to brush it off. Too sweet for him to even deal with, you were.

“Okay, good. That’s good. You can get back to sleep, I just wanted to check on you before I went to bed.”

“Okay.”

-

The next day, you get home from school with your mom. She was going to take you and pick you up now, since Eddie wasn’t going for the time being and you couldn’t possibly ask him to do that. He already did enough for you as it was.

You head straight for Eddie’s room, wanting to see how he is. He’s just laying in his bed, playing guitar. His friends already missed him, and you missed him.

“Hi, eds.” You softly open his door.

“Hey.” He responds simply.

“Are you mad at me?”

“Huh? For what?” He looks confused.

“Getting you kicked out of school. I’m really really sorry.”

“Nope, not at all. And you’re not the one that got me kicked out, I did it myself.”

“You did it…. For me, though.”

“Stop it. It’s not your fault and I’m not mad. Seriously.”

“Well.. tomorrow’s the day. I thought you guys could play here, you know, instead of school. We all thought it was a good compromise.”

“‘We’, huh? You talking to my friends? I’m proud of you.”

“Wha-“

“I know you’re shy and timid, so it’s good to hear you’re talking to them and getting along so well. They only want the best for you, so do I.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I care about you, you know.”

“Oh. Thank you. I care about you too.”

He doesn’t want to continue this, talking about mushy feelings, so he just tells you to go do your homework. You feel it, the love.

-

“Hi eddddsss. I’m home.” You say before dropping your bag off in your room. He gets up and comes to see you.

“I see. Oh, shit, I’ve got to get ready fast. I lost track of time.” He realizes his friends will be there soon, also having just gotten out of school.

“What were you doing, sleeping all day?” You joke. He doesn’t answer, and you know that it was actually true now.

“That’s okay. You deserve it. The rest.” You add.

He smiles, he fucking smiles, and you just move without thinking. You go to wrap your arms around him in a hug, and he stays stuff for a moment but soon gives in, letting you melt into his chest.

When you pull away, you smile at him, and he smiles again. You weren’t sure if you crossed a boundary or if he wanted a hug, but he got one anyways. You were just grateful for him.

“You saved me.”

“You’re so dramatic. I did what I had to do for you.” He concludes, heading down to the living room to set up.

-

You were excited for tonight, the whole group together again. You decided you wanted to join in, just as a spectator.

That included the setup too, you just sat and watched while Eddie prepared the space. When you heard a knock at the door, you’d get up to let them in.

Soon, the boys were all here, gathered around your living room table. You went back and forth getting them drinks, they basically drained your entire supply of soda.

You always settles back down onto the couch, though, and this time you look down, looking at Gareth. It’s almost as if he instantly feels your gaze, because his eyes flick up and meet yours, wide and blown out pupils.

You smile at him, he smiles back, and you both blush. He shakes it off, trying to focus and stop thinking about you, but he knows you’re watching his every move. You soon stop, feeling like you’re making him nervous, and just payed attention to everyone in general.

“More Coke, eds?” You ask the boy at the end of the table.

“Uhh, fuck it, can I get a beer?”

“Mhm.” You nod.

He gets comments about how he better not turn into an alcoholic and never come back to school. He tells them to shut up.

-

At school, you’re doing your routine walk to and from classes with Gareth. The day is almost over, it’s the second-to-last period. He’s waiting outside the door of your classroom as soon as you walk out.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.” You smile.

You walk closely together, you’d seemed to have gotten closer every day to the point where now, your hands nearly touch. You feel yours brush up against his, but you don’t know if he notices it. You just try to let it go, don’t think about it so much, it’s normal. You had to walk close, the halls were packed. Right?

No, there really weren’t that many people. They brush again and suddenly his big cold hand is on yours and his fingers are intertwined with yours. He just looks straight ahead, trying to fight a smile but still showing a dimple.

You look down at your feet as you walked hand in hand, trying not to smile just like he was. You’re secretly so sad that you have to let go once you arrive at the door. You don’t say anything, just go inside. He walks to his own class, wondering what you were thinking.

What you were thinking was that you didn’t quite realize it til then that you actually liked him. A little bit of it was always there, from the moment he held your shaking hand that day in the cafeteria to comfort you. It had really worked.

You were thinking about his eyes, the way he looked at you last night. It was a fleeting glance, but it felt like something. Like it had something behind it. About his smile, about how he was just about as shy as you were. And so sweet.

He was thinking about how close he feels he’s grown to you in just a few days, and how important his job to protect you was. He realized he would do anything for you not to be hurt again.

He thought about how the other guys just looked at you as Eddie’s sister, someone who was just hanging around for the time being. He saw you. He didn’t even think of Eddie when he saw you, only how beautiful you really were now that he’d been getting closer to you.

You try not to think too much about it, but ended up writing a “G” with a heart next to it in your notebook anyway. You quickly scribbled it out. Weird.

-

The week passes, and now it was only a few days til Eddie could come back to school. It was also time for Hellfire again. You had gotten so used to being stuck to Gareth’s side that you weren’t sure how you’d adjust.

Eddie would take his place and protect you then. That’s all Gareth was doing, so why are you falling for him? He’s just watching over you, like he said he would. But all week, you’d been doing the same thing, holding hands walking to class and sharing looks over the lunch table. You weren’t sure what was happening or if there even was anything happening.

“Dude, I saw you two in the hall. You like her, I knew it.” Mike says, looking grossed out at the fact before you get to the table with them.

“Shut up.” Gareth whispers.

“You talking about him and y/n? I see it too.” Jeff adds.

“Dude.” Gareth whisper-yells again. “I like her. But you’re not going to say shit to Eddie tonight. I’m not ready to face him like that, I don’t know what he’s gonna do.”

He finishes his sentence right before you approach the table. They all smile at you.

“Hey, you okay? Sorry I didn’t stand in line with you, I didn’t want any food today. Shit’s gross.” He gestures to everyone’s trays full of mystery meat and peas.

“It’s okay.” You laugh, poking it with your fork. “Yeah, I don’t think I do either, now that you mention it.” You laugh, pushing it away from you.

The bell rings, and it’s time to go back to class. School drags on and you zone out the rest of the day, just sort of excited for it to be over, and for Gareth to be over. Granted it’ll just be you guys staring at each other, it was still something you looked forward to. Any chance to see him.

Later that evening, you make sure to freshen yourself up this time. You fix and reapply your makeup and change into a different outfit. Your mascara was extra dark and your lips were extra glossy. When you get downstairs, Eddie notices.

“What’d you get all ready for? Trying to impress the group of nerds and losers coming over?”

“No…” you trail off, not having anything to retort back with. It was true, but not the group, just one of them.

“Uh-huh.” He says, sarcastically, not believing you. Your blush gave it away. He just rolled his eyes and finished setting up.

An hour later, everyone was here.

“Are you excited for Monday?” Jess jokingly asks.

“Wha- oh shit.” Eddie realizes that he’s gonna have to go back to school very soon. “No, I’m not.”

They all ask him about what he’s been doing with all this free time, he tells them he sleeps a lot, and isn’t going to be able to cope with going back to waking up at 7AM. You sit in there with them, watching them again.

The game was complicated and confusing, but you were trying to feel like you understood what was happening. It kinda all sounded like a different language. You ended up with your eyes on the fluffy-curly-haired boy, seeing all the expressions he makes and listening to all the things he says.

Seeing his eyes light up or his eyebrows furrow, the dimples that form on his cheeks. His gaze eventually meets yours when there’s a lull in action, and it lingers, just looking at each other for a few moments.

One of the other guys punched him in the shoulder to get his attention back on the game, and he jumped a little which made you laugh. He noticed you giggling and smiled, shaking his head.

-

At the end of the day on Friday, you’re at your locker. When you open it, a piece of paper falls out and you pick it up. It’s folded and a little tattered with boyish handwriting.

“Do you feel it too?

- G”

You look around, but he’s nowhere to be seen. You only knew one G, and he’s not here.

You put the piece of paper in your pocket and smile to yourself. You pull out a sheet of paper and quickly write:

“I do.”

You fold it up small and run to sneak it into his locker, then head out to where your mom was waiting to pick you up.

-

The next morning, he’s waiting for you at your locker, clutching your note in his hand.

“Hi, Gareth.” You smile, entering your combination.

“Can we talk?”

Your heart drops. You didn’t want to, not out loud, you felt like you’d make it awkward.

“S-sure, about what?” You turn around

“About, uh…” he’s too nervous to speak. “fuck it.”

He leans in quickly and swiftly, pressing his lips onto yours. You’re surprised, but also really, really happy. You smile so much that you have to break the kiss because it’s no longer possible.

“Eddie’s gonna be so pissed at me.” Reality sets back in for him.

“No he’s not. We can tell him on Monday. Right now, can you just… kiss me again?”

-

You and Eddie arrive at school on the following Monday. He’s grumpy because he had to wake up early, and that he had to come back to this place.

He also didn’t want to see Jason’s stupid face, but was excited to see his friends. When he walks into the cafeteria for breakfast, everyone turns to stare.

People murmur about how he’s back, and about how he went crazy on the basketball team seemingly for no reason. You walk with him to the table, but don’t sit beside him this time, beside Gareth instead.

“Why’re you not sitting by me, do you think I have germs or something?” Eddie asks, a little offended.

“Eds.”

“What?”

You and Gareth were holding hands under the table, and you brought them both up to where he could see your fingers interlocked.

“Oh, shit.” He looks confused and is visibly trying to register in his brain.

“Are you mad?” You ask, a little worried that he would be. “Because if you are, be mad at me. Not him.”

“No, I’m not mad. Just surprised, that’s all.”

The topic seemingly closes just like that, and it isn’t mentioned again til the bell rings and you’re walking to class. Everyone leaves but he keeps Gareth at the table.

“Dude, I’m sorry.” He apologizes, thinking he was about to let loose on him.

“I said I’m not mad, chill. She can do what she wants. But I need you to know something, Emerson. You remember what I did to Jason? The way he was bleeding on the floor and crying for his fucking mommy?”

He nods, slowly.

“You hurt her and that will be you. Got it? She’s a special girl. I love her, man, I care about her, so just don’t hurt her. If you don’t, all is okay.”

“O-okay.” He stutters, surprised. Eddie pats him on the back, getting up to leave the cafeteria.

#gareth emerson fanfic #stepbro!eddie

[petersbaby]

If anyone has fluff prompts please send them, I feel like that’s what I need rn

Any character

Any character besides hopper 😐

#I can’t write smut when I’m this sad #I don’t know why

[petersbaby]

Alright you guys are gonna be mad at me but I started a fic as an Eddie x reader but it’s slowly unfolding into a Gareth x reader

SORRY

[petersbaby]

Hi guys my therapist dropped me 😀 so

I’ll probably write some to get my mind off of it because that hurted fr

Will be working on some requests soon

#I’m ok #not really

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Feeling very mischievous and evil also a little crazy and silly

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Stepbro!steve installment #2

(Yes, we’re really doing this)

A short one

Warnings: stepcest, daddy usage, smut, oral f receiving, fingering, cum talk, breeding insinuations

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“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” Steve asks from the couch which you’ve just approached. You stand with your hands clasped together, slightly swaying back and forth.

“Lookin’ at you.”

“I can feel that. But why?”

“‘Cause you’re hot.” You say innocently.

“Oh. Well-thank you, baby, but that’s not you. You generally can’t stand me, remember?”

“Lies.” You squint your eyes and point a finger at him.

“Oh, you’re drunk. Wait, what’d you drink?”

“I’m not drunk, just maybe a little tiny bit,” you say, using your pointer and thumb to indicate a small amount. “I got into your mom’s wine. It tasted nasty, though, so I didn’t drink much. Only a glass.”

“Ah yes, another thing I’ll be taking the blame for. Why’d you do that?”

“Bored.” You shrug.

“You want some attention?”

“Yes please, stevie.”

You come to sit down in his lap, wrapping your arms around him, draping them over his shoulders and hug him while he watches TV. He runs his fingers up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Hmm. Feels good.” You mumble into the cozy spot where his shoulder meets his neck.

“Come here, let me see your face.”

You pull your face from his shoulder and lean back so he can look at you. He tucks a couple of pieces of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t say for sure if he really was or if you were seeing what you wanted to see, but you swear he looks down at your lips.

You press yours against them, soft and pillowy. You kiss gently for what feels like hours and seconds at the same time, and he pulls away, though not far.

“Aw baby, being so sweet for me. You my sweet girl?”

“Yes, stevie.”

You close the distance again. Your lips work together like they were made to know each other, and that soon turns into your tongues, until you’re panting against his mouth and squirming around in his lap.

His hands find their way onto your waist, trying to keep you still, but struggles to do so. Soon it turns into full on grinding, rutting against his lap to try and find some kind of relief your body was needing.

“Fuck, you’re desperate, huh? Want your big brother to make you feel good?”

You just ground down harder, earning a gasp from him and you feel his cock harden beneath you. You grind against his dick in the sweatpants he’s wearing and through your shorts, making deliberate moves to try and get it to rub right against your clit.

You find that angle, rutting and rutting against him like an animal in heat. You were letting out light, breathy moans with each movement. He grabs your face by the chin and makes you look him in the eyes.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, daddy, I’m desperate.” You answer.

“Yeah? Say the rest. Say it to me.”

You reach back in your mind to remember what he wants you to repeat.

“And I want my big brother to make me feel good.”

“There you go. Fuck, take your clothes off, let me see you, baby.”

“Okay.” You say dumbly, and start to strip for him. You pull your shirt off first, nothing beneath it, and he groans. You have to get off of him to take the rest off, so you do, stripping bare.

He lays you back on the couch, pushing your body down against it, and goes straight for your pussy. He parted your legs and you immediately allowed him to do so, leaving your bare cunt dripping right in front of him. He licks a stripe from your hole and up to your clit, which he massages with his tongue.

“Oh, god.” You moan. Your eyes shut in pure bliss, your whole body is completely relaxed.

He laps up every bit of slick that you produce, thrusting his tongue in and out of your hole for a while and then comes back up to suck on your clit.

Even the neighbors could probably hear you with the way you were moaning, but he didn’t bother trying to quiet you.

“Please, Steve, so good. Ahhh, so good.” You reach your hand between your legs to find your fingers in his hair, tugging on it.

“Sound so pretty.” He says against your pussy, determined to make you sing even more. His slips his finger in your hole only adding to the immense joy of the stimulation that was consuming you.

“More, please.” You whine. “Need more.”

You get a second finger, and toss you head back into the cushion. Realizing you were pulling a little too hard on his hair, you soften your grip, trying to be gentler but it’s hard when he isn’t being gentle with you.

He doesn’t like his hair messed with at all, only sometimes, but you always find yourself messing with it. He puts up with it only because it’s you.

Your gasps and moans fill the empty air of the living room around you, and he’s soaking them all in. He sets a solid pace with his two digits, curling them just right every few times he thrusts them in and out. He puts pressure on your clit with his tongue and sucks it hard, and you can’t take any more.

“Please, please, stevie. Oh god, please.”

You knew you didn’t have to ask him for permission, you never have had to, but maybe you weren’t begging for permission. Maybe you just really, really needed him to keep going.

He does, and you moan out quite loud when it hits you, thighs shaking beside his head. He tries to hold them still as you come down. When he pulls away from you, he looks beautiful.

Hair messy and lips wet, pure sex in his eyes. Lewdly, he looks into your eyes and dips his fingers into his mouth, then brings them to yours. You take them, all the way down to the knuckle, sucking them like you would his cock. He groans, rolling his eyes, practically drooling at the sight of you.

“You done, baby? Or you want more?” He asks sweetly.

“Not done. More.”

He smiles. “Good, cause I’m not done either.”

He starts to strip as he stands in front of you, taking his shirt off. Your eyes immediately fall to the patch of hair on his chest, then down further to the happy trail below his belly button.

Before you know it, he’s out of his pants, and crawling on top of you. You giggle, kissing his lips and smiling at the same time.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He asks, not as serious as before. Trying to hold back his own smile from seeing yours.

“Nothin’.” You keep kissing him, and he lines himself up with you, pressing in slowly.

“Shit, baby. So tight and wet, Jesus Christ.”

He feels himself swallowed by you, a warm welcome where he was much needed.

“Yours,” you whisper, only loud enough for him to hear.

“Mine.” He whispers back.

You don’t feel the stretch of it going in because of just how soaked and ready you were, but could still tell you were full.

He leans down and starts to kiss your chest, all across it and all over your tits, teasing agonizingly before getting to your hard and waiting nipples that were just begging for his mouth.

He takes one in, suckling and biting gently, which makes you gasp before giving the same attention to the other one. Another gasp, you can’t help it. He smiles, and not a wholesome sweet one.

“So sensitive.”

“Am not.” You try to rebuttal but it comes out a whine.

He leans up, grabbing a throw pillow. He slips it beneath your lower back so he can get a better angle, both hands firmly gripped on your hips.

“Fuuuuck.” He groans, reaching even further depths now. “I’m gonna cum soon, god, you have no idea baby.”

“Okay.” You nod, letting him know that’s okay. He had secretly been grinding against the couch while he was eating you out, and at some point he swears he could’ve came in his pants just from that and from hearing your moans. You give him more of those, to fuel the fire, and he’s soon falling apart.

“Shit, I’m cumming,” he groans, coming to a still. You feel his cock moving inside of you, twitching, spilling out spurts of his semen deep in there. He throws his head back, groaning even more, riding it out to the fullest extent.

With the angle you’re at, the cum wasn’t going anywhere. But still, He pushes the cum back down into you with each gentle but deliberate stroke until he finally pulls out and falls back down onto the couch.

“Have I ever told you you’re really fucking sexy?” He asks, looking over at you and your bare body. You don’t know why, but you blush.

“Yes, you have told me.”

You sigh, starting to get up, but he stops you.

“Hey, no, don’t move. Keep my babies in there for as long as you can, okay?”

“You’re so weird. But fine, only because I’m tired and lazy.”

#tw stepcest #steve harrington x fem!reader #stepbro!steve harrington #stepbro!steve #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader smut #steve harrington x y/n smut #stranger things smut

[petersbaby]

The 1975 playing in the background while you do your own thing is so fucking amazing it’s the best experience in the world

[petersbaby]

Share Her - Eddie Munson x sweet/dumb!reader x stepbro!steve

Warnings: reader is naïve, stepcest, Steve and Eddie are both perverts, fingering, use of sir, cum talk, smut

A/N: I need to update my masterlist, it’s pretty far behind. But bleh, not tonight. Whenever I get back on my computer

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“Here you go.” You say, handing a cold can of beer to both boys who requested them. They weren’t doing much of anything besides watching TV in the basement, but you didn’t mind having to go all the way to the kitchen for them, you loved Steve and his friend was nice to you, so of course you’ll do something if they ask you to.

Steve frowns.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“This isn’t what I wanted. There are 2 different kinds in the fridge in there, bring me the other one. It’ll have a different label.”

You head back up the stairs, leaving your step brother and his best friend to themselves for a moment which they take advantage of.

“There’s no fucking way you’re not hitting that. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t live with her. I’d be hard 24 fucking 7.”

“I mean, yeah, eds i am but that’s not something we should say out loud.”

“YOU ARE?”

“Shut up, dude. Why do you care, you wanna piece of her?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Alright. I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, I’ll make sure you get some. Not without me, though, because she’s attached to me.”

“Fuck it, whatever makes her comfortable. Those goddamn shorts.”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’m convinced she knows what she’s doing. LOVES attention.”

Their voices fell silent when you come back down. Steve pats the seat next to him, and you sit. They take the new beers and crack them open, sipping (rather loudly, you think) them.

You sit down beside Steve.

“Baby, come here.” Steve says, opening his arms. He exchanges looks with Eddie who sits on the other side of the couch.

“Okay.”

You climb on top of him, into his lap, settling down.

He pulls your face closer to his and kisses you deeply. You indulge for a moment, but pull away. You nod towards Eddie and give Steve an expression like ‘we’re not alone’.’

“It’s okay, Eddie over here doesn’t mind. Do ya, eds?”

“N- no, not at all.”

“Take your shirt off, okay?” Steve asks.

You nod, pulling in off of your body. Eddie takes in your mostly bare form.

“Bra too.”

You reach behind your back to unclasp it and let it fall off your shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” You hear from a short distance away. Eddie was painfully hard from seeing your bare chest and torso, trying to inconspicuously rub himself through his jeans. He sits and watches as you and Steve kiss, the way you straddle his thigh and start to hump it.

“You wanna do something for me?” Steve asks you quietly. You nod. Of course you do.

“Go give some love to my friend over here, okay? He thinks you’re beautiful.”

You smile. “Oh, okay.” And crawl over to Eddie.

“Kiss?” You ask, head tilted, wanting to hear he wanted it from his own mouth.

“Mhm.” He hums, and you lean in. He was shocked at how intense you were, no softness to your kiss, depraved.

Steve chuckles. “There ya go, baby.”

You soon had your tongue deep in his mouth, trying to work with his. Eddie grabs your hips, snaking them around back so he could take two handfuls of your ass.

“Mmh,” you whimpered when he pushed you down against his erection.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks into the kiss.

“Yes….” You trail off, pausing, looking around and then at steve. He reads your mind easily.

“Oh, she wants to know what to call you. ‘Daddy’, ‘sir’, that type of thing.” Steve offers.

You turn back to Eddie and look at him, waiting.

“Jesus Christ. You are so good, aren’t you? How about you pick?” Eddie asks.

“Sir.” You whisper.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles, almost wickedly.

You reach down to start fussing with his belt buckle, struggling. He gently swats your hands away and undoes it himself. You get off of him momentarily so he can push his jeans and boxers down his legs, and you take off your pajama shorts. In the meantime, you look over.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Come closer. Please.”

“Alright, princess.”

He scoots over to sit right next to Eddie after you crawl back into his lap.

Eddie reaches between your legs in search of a damp spot on your panties which he found quickly.

“Holy shit.” He comments, immediately pushing them to the side and slipping a finger into you.

“Right? Like a goddamn water park.” Steve comments back.

He lays back at watches his friend’s finger disappear inside your soaked pussy over and over. You start to slightly move up and down, trying to get more from the measly finger but failing.

Eddie notices, and gives you a second one, curling it deep inside you. Your mouth falls open, lips parted. You look at Steve as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, wanting him to still pay attention to you.

“Kiss, stevie?” You ask between sighs and small moans coming from the way Eddie’s working you with his fingers. Steve leans in and you press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly and putting a hand on the side of his face. Despite the lewd situation, it was a soft little kiss. Just one as if to say ‘I love you’ without words.

“Ah, feels so good,” you pant.

“Good. That’s all Eddie here wants, to make you feel good.”

“Really?” You ask, turning to Eddie, who’s staring at your tits. Steve punches him in the shoulder.

“What? Oh, yeah, really. You think you can take my cock?”

“Yes sir.”

You get up to slip your panties off quickly, returning to your spot. You put one hand on Steve’s shoulder just to know he’s there, and one on Eddie’s chest, and you sink down onto his cock. It’s big, and it hurts enough to make you gasp, but not enough to stop. You feel the stretch and you know he feels it too.

“Ahhhh, shit. Oh, holy shit, baby.”

“Am I good?”

“So good. The best. This little pussy feels like it was made for me, fits like a glove.”

You start to move a little, getting used to the full feeling, and build up momentum slowly. You ball up a fistful of Steve’s t shirt in your hand and hold it as you start riding Eddie.

Now bouncing up and down, you mewl and cry, whining about how big it is. This only makes it more unbearable for him, desperately wanting to cum right that second. He continues to watch your tits bounce up and down, as did Steve. He looked so proud.

Eventually, you started to slow, growing tired. Eddie takes over, fucking up into you while you just hover. He hits your special spot over and over again, leaving you so overwhelmed you were almost crying real tears. That’s only intensified when he brings his thumb down to rub quick circles on your clit while he fucks you, and it only takes a minute.

“Oh, Eddie, I need to- please, sir.” You cry.

Eddie doesn’t immediately respond.

“She wants permission, eds. Won’t cum without it.” Steve reminds him.

“Yes, yes baby you can cum. Come on.”

“Oh, hold my hand, stevie.”

Your hand finds his and you lock your fingers together. When you tumble over the edge, you squeeze Steve’s hand tight.

“There you go, good girl.” He coos, comforting you through it.

“God- it got even tighter. Can’t fuckin’- ahh.”

Eddie pulls out of you very suddenly, giving his cock a couple of quick strokes before cumming all over your lower stomach and his hand. It kept on coming, he had so much built up just for you.

You marveled at the way it felt so warm and wet on your skin and the way it made his hand so sticky and shiny. You let go of Steve’s hand, and he gets up to go to another room. He re-emerges quickly with a towel, tossing it to Eddie who cleans you off first.

When you’re dry, you get out of his lap, and jump back into your little shorts and throw your shirt back on, cuddling into Steve who had sat back down in his original place on the other side of the couch. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, reassuring and praising you.

“You did so good for my friend, princess. That was very nice of you. Sharing for me.”

“Thank you.” You snuggle into his chest.

On the opposite side, Eddie was struggling. It had gotten in more places than just his fist, his legs too.

“Uhh, shit. Can I take a shower, dude? I think that’d be easier.”

“Yeah, you know where it is.” Steve nods.

“You sleepy?” He asks you, once you’re alone again.

“Mm. A little.”

“Let’s get you to bed then, and you can rest.”

You look up at him, sad. You didn’t want to be detached from his side but you also knew he was hanging out with someone already. He notices you thinking and pouting.

“You wanna know a secret?” He whispers, picking you up.

“Of course I do, stevie.” You answer softly.

“I’ll see you again. I might have to sneak off to your bedroom once Eddie falls asleep, might need you to take care of me.”

“Ooh. Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

“No no, just go to sleep. It’ll be late, you’ll wake up when you hear me come in. And I’ll just slip right into your bed with you.”

“Okay.” You nod. He eventually gets you all the way upstairs to your room even though you could walk just fine, setting you down and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You smile and blush, watching him as he walks away, flipping the light off before closing your door.

#tw stepcest #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #steve harrington x reader #stepbro!steve harrington #stepbro!steve #perv!eddie #perv eddie

[petersbaby]

I’m on a Steve bender rn I can’t lie

He’s just so so sosososososo

#writing about him #hehe

[petersbaby]

Meowing happily because I wrote an Eddie fic to give people what they want meow meow meow

#coming soon #he he he