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onehyperfixationatatime · 2 years

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We’re not saying goodbye, not today, okay?

Summary: You and Dustin get Eddie out of the upside down. Eddie x reader

Authors note: a lot of you asked for something where Eddie survives, so I figured to give you a little something. This was really quickly written, I promise to put more work into something even better along these lines soon! All of the works I’ve posted on here so far have been first drafts, so please don’t be too harsh🤧

“Eddie!!” you scream, following Dustin out of the upside down trailer and racing towards your lover. God no, please, please no. When the demobats fall, you and Dustin run to Eddie. Placing his head in your lap, you inspect him to see the damage. “Oh god,” Dustin cries. “Bad, huh?” Eddie says, looking up at the two of you. “Hey, hey its gonna be okay. Stay with me Eddie, stay right here. Come on, you’re going to get up, and we are going to get you out of here,” you reassure him. He shakes his head, he can feel that he is really not okay. “It’s gonna be okay,” he tells you. “Please baby, were not saying goodbye. Not today, okay?” you plead with him. “Look, we just gotta get you to a hospital. Okay? Y/n help me get him up!” Dustin yells desperately.

Eddie hooks one arm around Dustin’s neck and the other around yours, and together, you’re able to walk him all the way back to the trailer. “Son of a bitch… how are we going to get him up there?” you think out loud, tears streaming continually down your face as the love of your life nears death in your grasp. The sound of him struggling to breathe clouds your already racing mind. You cant lose him, not today, not here, not like this.

“Okay, okay Eddie stay calm, were gonna get you out of here,” Dustin scans the room, trying so hard not to let panic set in. “Okay, i think were gonna have to lift him. But from the ground… it’s too low.” He grabs the table sitting next to the front door, and slides it right under the gate. “I don’t think this can hold all of our weight,” you say, concerned. “Do you have a better idea? It’s worth a shot, and right now its the only one we have,” Dustin yells.

You nod, helping eddie stand up on the barely stable table, you getting up there with him. You bend down on one knee, and use your hands as a stepping stool. ”Okay Eds, just try to reach it, you can do this baby, please, just reach.” You can hear how much pain he is in as he reaches, blood still spilling from his wounds. It shatters your heart to listen to it but you just need to get him back. Then everything will be okay.

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The next day-

Eddie has been really quiet since yesterday. You cant blame him, it was traumatic. Hell, this whole damn week has been traumatic for him, for all of you. He hadn’t been able to shower last night because of how weak he was after losing all of that blood, but you had made sure to clean and wrap all of his wounds before the two of you went to bed. You were just glad he was safe, alive. You were so close to losing him.

“Eddie, do you want to try to take a shower?” you ask him, brushing your thumb across his cheek. His eyes close, feeling safety and love from your touch. God, how he loved your touch. How he loved you. He wishes he could say something, anything. But he doesnt know what to say. Maybe he’s just still in shock, and a shower would help him feel a bit better. He nods, accepting your request. He stands up and follows you to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. “It’s okay, you're okay now. Nothing can hurt you right now, okay?” you say softly as you move towards him, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his cheek. He closes his eyes as your lips make contact with his cheek. He wants so bad to be with you here, in this present moment. But every second of the last week is running through his mind on a loop. The events of last night, the pain, the fear, all of it.

You place another gentle kiss on his jawline, then his neck. After helping him take his shirt off, you begin to undress his wounds. They look really bad, but not half as bad as they did… Eddie lets out a wince when the bandages peel away from his skin, sending waves of pain through his whole body. “Im sorry..” you tell him. “It’s okay, its okay. Y/n i love you so much. So fucking much do you know that? God, thank you for everything,” he says all at once, tears now streaming down his cheeks. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Don’t thank me, i wasn’t going to let you martyr yourself. As beautiful a display of sacrifice and bravery as it would have been, i couldn’t lose you. And it wouldn’t have been worth it. I’m just glad your here, with me.” You take his face in your hands and kiss his lips carefully, missing the feeling of his lips on yours. Eddie smiles down at you as you remove the rest of his clothes, then yours. He has no idea how he got so lucky, but you are the best part of his life.

You find a nice warm but not too hot temperature for the water before getting in, eddie right behind you. He lets you under the water first, wetting your hair and your body. Your beautiful body. “You look like a fucking goddess you know that?” he says in an almost monotone voice as his eyes gaze upon every inch of you. Your cheeks heat up at his comment and you lean in, kissing his chest and leaving a trail of kisses all along his arms and chest, avoiding any wounded areas, before switching spots with him.

Eddie is under the water now, his hair quickly soaking. You watch as beads of water roll down his pale skin. He is such a beautiful man. A literal work of art. Moving closer, you are now both under the water to some extent. Your bodies so close, yet not quite touching to be careful not to hurt him. “I don’t know what I would have done, had we not been able to…” you start to say, quickly earning a ‘shh” from Eddie, and a finger held up to his lips.

“But you did. You and Dustin, you guys saved my life. I’m right here y/n, right here. Okay baby? You’re not going to lose me. I promise I’m going to be a pain in your ass for a really long time. You got that?” Eddie takes your face in his hands now, forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere, its all okay now. We don’t need to worry right now, okay? Let this moment just be us, together, no crazy monsters or nasty shit or dark wizards. Just you, and me.”

#stranger things volume 2 #stranger things imagines #stranger things drabbles #stranger things 4 #stranger things #Eddie #Eddie munson #rip Eddie munson #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie x reader #Eddie munson imagines

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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head empty, no thoughts, other than eddie eating you out ♡

18+ duh, afab!reader, nicknames (baby, pretty baby, good girl), 0.3K, not beta read, inspired by this

you've been here for an hour, on your back, legs spread the perfect length apart, so utterly spent from at least seven orgasms. or at least that's how many you remember. you sorta lost count, all things considered.

your legs, sticky with sweat, are dangling over eddie's shoulders, your hands stuck in his hair because you're not sure you have the strength to move them. "ed-" you manage to get out, just as his tongue brushes your sweet spot.

"shhh," he coos, "i know, baby." his tongue works even harder at you, and you swear he's writing munson with the tip of it, and it only makes you that much wetter for him.

you can feel your orgasm approaching, your toes curling into the bare skin of his back. "ed-die, i-i" you stutter, your chest heaving.

"i know it, pretty baby," he says, "but just think. two more and we'll have broken our record. ok?"

he dives back in, and almost immediately, your eyes scrunch together in pleasure, your climax hitting you like a wave of both relief and want. "ed-dieeee!" you scream, fisting the soaked sheets around you.

his mouth shifts to focus on your bud, his middle and index fingers easily slipping into you as he does. you want to tell him that the overstimulation is just too much, but that would be a lie. anything eddie did to your body was pure heaven, and saying otherwise would be a lie to both him and yourself.

"hhhhnnnggg fu-uck," you let out, prompting him to stop for just a moment. he pulls away, leaving a soft kiss on your sensitive mound, then another one just underneath your belly button.

"i know it, baby," he says again, looking up at you through dark eyes and even darker eyelashes, "you're being such a good girl f'me, aren't you?"

the only response you can let out is a gasp as his fingers dive back into your hole, a sight he could look at all day. only your pussy could swallow him absolutely perfectly like that.

"that's it, baby. i know it," he whispers, his tongue jutting out to lick at your clit. "you can do it, just one more. for me, ok?"

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @esoltis280

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honeysuckleharringtons · 7 months

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just steve harrington being so selfless and not taking time for himself melting into a puddle if the reader or you or y/n (idk which one to put 💀) just asked him if he was okay a lot (I do that 24/7, this is purely self indulgent) and the many times he said yeah and the one time he said no :(

i was originally gonna do a full fic style blurb on this but words have been very hard for me lately so i'm just gonna do a text post about this! hope you don't mind 🫶🏻

warnings: reader is sorta implied to be fem!reader, allusions to steve being treated not so well by his parents as a kid, part of this does mention some upside down violence, tiny mention of food, no use of Y/N, lmk if i missed anything!

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I imagine the first time it happens is probably in gym class when you're younger.

You accidentally hit him right in his pretty lil face with a dodgeball ☹️

And Steve being Steve insists he's okay because "I get hit all the time in basketball and football. I've broken bones and nearly busted my teeth out. A lil dodgeball never hurt anyone."

But you can tell he's hurt.

Whether it's him that's hurt or his bruised ego, you can't really tell.

But some part of him was clearly hurt.

more under the cut!

The second time it happens is when you get paired together for a study group during senior year.

Steve struggles with a lot of subjects, but math is probably his worst.

And it's not like he doesn't want to get better, his parents just never sat down at the table and helped him with anything growing up, and when his nannies told his dad about his report cards, it didn't end very well ☹️

But math is the one he's always had the hardest time with.

So when the two of you get paired to study for the calculus final, you can almost immediately tell he's struggling to understand the questions on the example sheet.

At one point, he just kinda places his head in his hands and groans into his palms.

And you're just kinda like, "Hey, you okay?"

And again, Steve is never one to admit defeat.

"I'll be fine. Can you just help me with question four?"

Surprisingly though, after just a few nights of studying together, you become sort of reluctant allies.

He surprisingly excelled in human biology, which you did not. So, the two of you helped each other where you could.

And then it happened a third time, during the summer after you'd graduated.

Steve had had a rather unsuccessful time trying to flirt with the ladies that often came into Scoops Ahoy.

This day had been no different.

He'd really tried his hardest to get the beautiful ginger in front of you to go with him to the movies on Friday.

But she and her friends just moved along, double-scoop ice cream cones in hand, back to their shopping.

"You good?" you asked, nearly on the verge of laughing, as you stepped up to the counter.

"Oh, yeah, sure," he answered sarcastically. "Just a little bruise to my ego. That was definitely the first time any lady has turned down this beautiful face."

Part of you, though, was hurting. Hurting that, even though you were right in front of him, he'd never bothered to look at you that way.

The fourth time it happened, you really started to question everything you thought you knew about Steve.

Somehow, despite being back in town for a total of two days, you'd gotten roped into something to do with some evil dude named Vecna.

And for once, after everything you'd learned since arriving back in Hawkins for spring break, Steve was the one asking if you were okay.

Also for once, one of you was answering the question truthfully.

However, in the week that followed after, even in the midst of alternate dimensions and weird mutations of bats, you'd learned that Steve might have been causing his previous lady problems on purpose.

And when you saw the painful expression he sported as Nancy Wheeler was reunited with her boyfriend, your own heart shattered all over again.

Still, if there was one thing you were, it was a good friend to Steve.

So, you pulled him aside and asked those three little words.

Steve simply ran a hand through his disheveled hair with a slow nod.

But you could tell he was nearly at the point of breaking.

And the time when he finally answered truthfully, he really did break.

You'd drove with him to the hospital to check up on Max Mayfield, who somehow he'd became friends with despite the age difference.

The room was dead silent, other than the annoying buzzing coming from the lights.

You finally gave him a good once-over as he sat at Max's bedside—his messy hair, his pale face with newly acquired purple spots under his eyes, a small cut under his lip.

And for the first time since you'd known Steve, you watched as tears formed in his eyes.

You were quick to rush over to the other side of the bed, your hand splaying across his back and rubbing soft, small circles against his frame.

"Steve, I know this is a silly question to ask, because we both know the real answer, but seriously, are you okay?"

He knew he couldn't hide. Not any longer. So, he simply let the walls come down, croaking out a small, "No," through his flood of tears.

After crying into your shoulder and allowing himself to finally let go of everything he'd been holding in for all those years, he just simply held you.

Finally, after explaining everything—from the reason why he never told you about the Upside Down, to why he'd used Nancy and all those girls as a distraction from the person he really wanted—he just grabbed your face and kissed you. A sweet and tender kiss, not a desperate or lustful kiss, but a longing one—one he'd waited much too long to give you.

And somehow, even in the midst of all the bad stuff, even in the midst of Steve finally breaking, the two of you could finally find a way to maybe, just maybe, be okay for once. ❤️‍🩹

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @aftermidnightwriting @manuosorioh @esoltis280

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fbfh · 2 years

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Jskffjekfns Steve’s bulge....... his poor cock that's massive even when it's soft and big heavy breeder balls are always straining against his jeans, aching to breed, to fill up a tight wet soft cunt over and over and over, to make you as full as possible, and you? You're fucking perfect. He’s never found a more perfect heaven between someone's hips than yours. He fucks into you, trying so hard to hold on, to stay soft and slow and sweet even as he's being overwhelmed with an almost animalistic desire he only gets with you. In a split second he's hiking your leg over his shoulder, rutting into you harder and faster than before. He tries to tease you first, desperately make it seem like your idea. "Want me to fill you up? Huh? You want all of Stevie's cream inside you?" He's panting and he can't keep up the facade for long, and teasing quickly turns into begging and begging and begging, moaning into your mouth and begging you to let him fill you up, begging you to make him a daddy. If you want him to cum earth shatteringly hard, really make it a night to remember, beg him back. Beg him to fill you up, to breed you. Pull his hair and look in his eyes and tell him you love him, you love him so much. He won't even hear you the second time because he'll be moaning too loud. He's hugging you so close to him, absolutely feral with the way he pistons into you, rutting his hips deeper and deeper into yours. You can both feel the little bulge his cock makes in your tummy, and it drives him crazy thinking he's gonna be the one to fuck a baby in there, watch it grow, watch you get all cute and round and pregnant. He fills you up so good, cumming so hard he almost blacks out. He can't believe you're his, that you really do love him as much as he loves you. You’re literally the perfect one for him. He ruminates on this as he kisses you lazily, taking your time coming down for such an intense high. You're gonna carry his babies, all six little harringtons, you're gonna help him take the name from a description for a cold workaholic to a real family name for a real family. You're gonna be a perfect mommy, and he's gonna be the one to make you a mommy, to make you Mrs. Harrington who goes to soccer matches and pta meetings.

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 1 year

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steve harrington's kinklist (top 5) ✨

i figured similarly to this post about murray, i'd rank steve's favourite kinks..ur welcome

faceriding~

now this doesn't necessarily exclude straight up oral, but this boy def enjoys being ridden. his dick? yes, ofc. but even better than that, having his partner sat atop his face, grinding down onto his awaiting tongue is his vibe. like, he's gotten off to that fantasy many a time.

he's a big fan of the opportunity it gives him to grope and squeeze your thighs and tummy too, bc despite being on top, you are kinda at his mercy here. he'll caress and squish every patch of skin available, and esp loves giving the occasional spank (esp when you start to buck into his mouth, and give the tell-tale squeal of getting close).

masochism~

despite liking being in charge, i do think his personality lends itself to giving and exchanging power (as we'll see below); he's def a dom!switch, or even straight up a bratty!switch. getting him to turn over that leaf sometimes can be tricky, as he's so used to girls expecting him to take the lead; hence why he's a bit of a painbaby. steve's 100% a sucker for a bit of masochism.

he's not too big on sadism or inflicting pain, but receiving it is his jam. pushing him up against a wall mid-makeout, groping his forearms and/or thighs and putting all ur weight on him when you ride/sit in his lap just makes him extra hard. he's also def a whore for the cliche romcom wrist-grabbing too - like, do u have a place you want to take him? don't ask, or lead, just grab him by the wrist and drag him places, he loves it

quickies~

he's got a job (ice cream), and another job (perpetual nanny of 6), and also another job (defeating monsters)...so, he takes it where can get it. you want him here, now? he's down. this applies to everything too - not just the occasional hand or blowjob, but straight up fucking.

despite now being a mom of 6, he was once a horny idiot teenager, so he knows all the secret screwing areas, and will most def be up for some games when ur watching the new star wars or driving to his place in the car. slip a hand in his pants, start tugging at his hardened length, and he won't stop you, ngl

hair pulling~

as discussed, he's a slut. but also a slut for pain. grab this boy's locks and he'll groan extra loud for you; he keeps that head of hair well-maintained not just for the aesthetics, but bc they go through a lot of pulling and groping when he's getting to it, i mean-

it's great, it's multipurpose. great for steering his pretty mouth to wherever you need it, or pulling him close to you to give a sloppy open-mouthed kiss behind the ice cream counter, or push him down onto the pillow so you can just ride your orgasm away all over his face, like, he rlly appreciates when his hair is tugged (and head massages too, likely)

power play~

as discussed, he's a dom!switch or brat!switch depending on the day; the baseline in your relationship is that ultimately it goes back to him being in charge. buuut that doesn't mean you can't play games - bc he loves a game. not a challenge like billy, nor a battle of wits like hopper, but a fun sexually-charged ping-pong match, if you will.

some flirty remarks here, a couple gropes and kisses there, and maybe some "no!"s or blatantly ignoring his commands or rules. trying to fight back on a punishment you were given for last time's fiasco is a great example of this, bc ultimately he's a simpy whore who'll let you get what you want. def representative of playing the game not for the kill, but the chase (but the kill fuck is a lovely bonus ofc).

there u go, i hope that satiated ur kinky needs :)

feel like requesting? they're open, so give me some ideas!

also some more tags bc i figure y'all would like this: @enamorededdie @spicedchaiandromeda @stargirlfics @anythingjimhopper @goodboyriddler @spideyheartsmaryjane-blog @anisbaby @princesssmimi @thedanoriddler @lost-in-sokovia @killerlookz @kelsiejayy @mypoisonedvine @creme-bruhlee @spilledkauffie @kaylawritesfics @inklore @babybugwrites @littlepadika @underratedcharactersimagines @becca-e-barnes @callsign-rogueone @wishilovedyouinthe80s @jaiheats @freshfleshandblood @axen-gers @wingedjellyfishrebel @interplanetarytraveler

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refiwrites · 2 years

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Your Love

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem! Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Playful moments with Jonathan Byers.

WC: 1.4k

Warning/s: none, just pure love and fluff

Note: this is a petition for jonathan byers to break my back love me

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What are you doing?” Jonathan asks from beside you as his arm started to strain from you holding onto it for a while now. The two of you were in his room, spending the afternoon together. The two of you were the only current people in the Byers household since Joyce had to go to work and Will was off and biking to get to Mike’s.

It felt odd having a relaxing day with all that’s been going on, it felt like all of you never really got over what happened the past couple of months, that’s when you decided to hang with Jonathan today, and knowing Jonathan, he wouldn’t say no to you.

“Hold on, I’m almost done.” You say, holding onto his arm firmer as you placed the last finishing touches of yet another drawing on his arm.

Jonathan stared at you watching as you remained focused on completing your task, your face contorted in determination as he felt the pen drag on his skin. He never realized when this started between the two of you, often the both of you would be together and then by the end of the day Jonathan would find little drawings and phrases of adoration littering his arm.

He never found it annoying, in fact, he has found comfort in this little act. The silence occasionally disrupted by your little hums of satisfaction, the way your hand held his arm, the way he’d notice how you’d absent-mindedly stroke his skin with your thumb as you drew. He almost forgot the numbing strain just by staring at you. Then his eyes shifted to the drawing on his arm.

“A flower?” He asked curiously in a whisper as he tilts his head to get a better view.

You look up at him and his eyes flickered to you. You smiled and went back to drawing. “Well, not just any flower,” you say, slightly frowning as you rubbed a little stray ink away. Jonathan raises his eyebrow. “It’s a honeysuckle.” You answered.

“Ah, it looks cool.” Jonathan noted. “Actually,” You swallowed, “Did you know that honeysuckles symbolize affection? Pure happiness even.” You finish.

Jonathan nods, processing the information. “No, I didn’t.”

“Done.” You say smiling up at him, finally letting go of his arm. Jonathan frowned at the loss of contact but it faded as you held his arm again and slowly inched it to his face so he could see the full drawing. It was amazing, it looked almost like a tattoo.

“Since they symbolize happiness and love, I thought it’d be nice to put it on you… since you make me happy and these vines,” You shy, taking your finger and carefully going over the vines you’ve drawn on him. “They say it also symbolizes the form of a lover’s embrace.”

Jonathan could notice how the vines almost clung and wrapped around each other, before looking at you.

“Since like I said, the symbol of love… I think it fits because…” You muttered, you’ve probably said the phrase probably a thousand times before but every time you felt yourself uttering it out loud your heart always skipped a beat, and Jonathan could feel the same.

“Because I love you.”

Jonathan had his hand acting on its own as it carefully held your neck, pulling you towards him to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I love you too.”

Then there was a night where all the gang were gathered at Mike’s house for a little hang out in the basement or as Dustin dubbed it as “Movie Night with the Gang”

You and Jonathan were on the left side of the couch, while Nancy and Steve were arguing about the plot of the movies about to be watched, while Dustin and Mike were setting up the TV. Lucas and Max were too busy with each other, Will was reading the back of the case that held the tape for the movie and Eleven was curiously watching Dustin and Mike.

After everything had been set, including blankets and food being passed around, it was time to watch the movie.

You were halfway through when Jonathan nuzzled up next to you, his head resting on your shoulder as you comfortably wrapped an arm around him to nudge him closer to you whilst the two of you shared the blanket. Your hands started playing with the collar of his shirt, then it slowly travelled to his hair. It was soft and you found yourself twirling a strand before running your fingers through his scalp.

Jonathan let out a small hum which sounded more like a soft groan. Your eyes switched from the movie to him. “Something wrong?” You whispered in order not to distract the others.

“Mm, no. If you keep doing that, I’ll miss the movie and fall asleep.” He slightly chuckled which made you laugh.

“Hey lovebirds! We’ve still got a movie to watch!” Steve said which made all eyes turn to the pair of you.

“Shut it Harrington, we’re watching!” You replied. “You better be!” He retorted.

Few months passed and now you were in the forest.

You felt his gaze on you followed by the clicking and snapping of the camera. “You trying to spy on me, Byers?” You teased him, turning around to meet him face to face. He rolled his eyes, smiling as he set the camera down. “I don’t know, you make a pretty good candid.” He said.

“Try me.” You say with a laugh, trying to pose for the photo. Jonathan smiled wider and wasted no time bringing the camera up to take a picture of you.

It went on for about a while, Jonathan taking pictures of nature and you. Only you noticed he hasn’t taken any pictures of himself. “Hey, babe?” You ask as he takes another snap at the sky with the trees.

“Hm, yeah?” He replied.

“I just noticed; you take pictures of everything but yourself.” You said, stepping towards him. “And?” He looks at you. “Why don’t you take any?”

“Apart from I have only two hands, I don’t find a reason to.” He joked.

“Why not? And hey, you have me!” You gestured to yourself. “I can take a picture of you.”

“Nah, it’s fine, never really liked looking at myself in pictures anyways.” Jonathan responded.

“Jonathan, as much as I love seeing your pictures come to life, I would also love to see the creator of these beautiful portraits with them.” You walked closer towards him, placing your hands on his that held the camera.

“I know what you’re doing (Y/N), it’s not gonna work on me.” Jonathan said, trying to avoid you but the smile he was failing at hiding said otherwise.

You laughed and your hands made its way to his face, making him look at you. “Please? You never know how handsome you look.” You pleaded.

Jonathan closed his eyes and shakes his head. “Nope, not going to work.”

“Just one- or how about, every picture I take of you… you get a kiss?”

Jonathan’s eyes suddenly opened, looking at you. “Hm? Come again?”

“You heard me.” You pursed your lips teasingly.

Jonathan stares at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Alright, but- you do know how this works right?”

You gave him a mocked look of hurt. “Jonathan Byers, what am I? Born and raised yesterday? Of course, I know how to work a camera! Not to mention I have one hell of a photographer of a boyfriend.”

Jonathan blushes at your words with a shake of his head. “Just making sure.” Before he removes the sling off his shoulders, passing the camera to you.

“You won’t regret this, I promise!” You said, putting on the sling over your shoulder and handling the camera carefully.

You set it up, then pointed the camera at Jonathan. “So, uh, what am I just going to stand- or-?” He asks unsure. “How about you act like I’m not here and walk around okay? Feel everything that’s surrounding you.”

Jonathan did what he was told, and you couldn’t believe the number of pictures you took.

But your most favorite one was where he was looking straight at the camera with that smile of his.

“Alright that’s enough, missy.” He says laughing, going over to you, and covering the camera.

“I was just starting to have fun!” You jokingly complained. Jonathan shook his head. “We had a deal, remember?”

“What deal was it again?” You teased.

“One picture equals to a kiss if I heard that right?” Jonathan teased back.

You tilt your head as you start to walk back as a devious smile set on your face.

“That is if you can catch me, Jonathan Byers.” Was the last thing you said before you raced towards the car.

Jonathan shook his head, stepping to prepare for a run. “Oh, I will.”

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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A little piece of the WIP for the Steve is Seven AU. Flashback time Babey

“What are you doing?”

Seven turned around, giving the guard staring him down a soft smile. He kept both his hands behind his back, hiding his prize from view.

“Just going to see Eleven. Papa knows,” Seven replied with the most innocent voice he could muster. Papa did know, and he was fine with Seven going to say goodbye before he left, but he hadn’t signed off on the gift Seven wanted to give his sister.

The guard lifted an eyebrow, walking closer and holding his hand out expectantly. Seven kept his face blank and curious for a second before dropping the act. He sighed, bringing his arms to his sides and exposing what he was holding.

“Just a gift. That’s all,” Seven insisted, glancing around the hallway briefly before giving the man a push. Not a heavy one, or one he should even be able to notice. Just a tiny little push.

“It’s fine,” Seven whispered.

“It’s fine,” The man repeated in a slightly dazed tone. He handed it back to Seven without argument, turning back around and beginning to go in the other direction.

“You didn’t see me,” Seven said, giving the guard another barley there nudge as he walked away.

He wasn’t supposed to use his powers on the guards, or at all without Papa knowing, but there were times where the rules had to be bent, just a little. The last thing he needed was the other kids getting jealous, or trying to steal this away from his sister while he was gone.

“I didn’t see you,” The guard agreed, giving a tiny wave over his shoulder as he continued to leave, “It’s fine,”

Seven snickered behind his back. It didn’t hurt anyone to get a small push, they were still making their own choices, just with a bit of pressure. Seven was good at regulating how much force went into his pushes now. Papa told him that it was because he trained more than his siblings, that he worked harder than them.

This was just a bit of…unexpected practice, that was all.

@thosemessyvibes tagging you because you asked to be tagged for things with this au! Lemme know if you want me to take you off, or if you also want to be tagged on future updates and add ons I write

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pearlypairings · 3 months

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A nice & neat wrap-up for the drabbles, ficlets, and edits from the past 12 days! Check out your favorites or the ones you missed along the way:)

Prompt List & Intro Post

Day 1 - photocheer with birthday morning kisses! (~400 wc)

Day 2 - photocheer baking a surprise cake for Joyce! (~700wc)

Day 3 - photocheer surprise birthday bouquet! (drabble!)

Day 4 - hellcheer restaurant birthday perk hopping! (~400wc)

Day 5 - hellcheer food blog comment section banter! (visual edit)

Day 6 - photocheer birthday surprise (woof!) (~800 wc)

Day 7 - steve x kali fake birthday date (~400 wc)

Day 8 - photocheer long distance mail (~500 wc)

Day 9 - hellcheer "womb escape?" (~300 wcs)

Day 10 - clarke x kelley (extra-e club) surprise flowers (350wc)

Day 11 - platonic steve & robin cake baking (post s4) (>1.5k wc)

Day 12 - hellcheer eddie bakes a disaster (<1k wc)

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toomanybandstocare · 9 months

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Hey bestie ❤️ for your birthday celebration, can I please request a "Midsummer Dance" with our boy Steve?? I could use a playlist to vibe with in the car and think fluffy thoughts 🙈

2 more days!! (Cuz it's after midnight now lol)

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. - Midsummer Dance

Small playlist for a character and/or trope. @staygoldwriting requested a car ride that's just full of smiles and love with the resident heartthrob. Thank you for celebrating with me bestie <3

Pairing: Steve Harrington x GN! Reader

Counselor Notes: I tried to imagine which songs the two of you would sing along to at the top of your lungs as he drove you to your first day at your new job hehe <3 He would want to remind you how much care for you and try to get you to relax however he could.

-> Celebration Announcement Post <- -> Celebration Masterlist <- -> Camp Upside Down Masterlist <-

-Head Over Heels (Tears for Fears)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I’m lost in admiration, could I need you this much? // Oh, you’re wasting my time // You’re just, just, just, wasting time // Something happens and I’m head over heels //

-No Surrender (Bruce Springsteen)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

I can feel my heart begin to pound // You say you’re tired and you just want to close your eyes // And follow your dreams // Well, we made a promise we swore we’d always remember // No retreat, baby, no surrender //

-Listen to Your Heart (Roxette)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

The scent of magic, the beauty that’s been // When love was wilder than the wind // Listen to your heart // When he’s calling for you //

-All My Love (Led Zeppelin)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

Should I fall out of love, my fire in the night // To chase a feather in the wind // Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight // There moves a thread that has no end // For many hours and days that pass ever soon //

-Your Song (Elton John)- 01:43 ━━━━●───── 03:50 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ılıılıılıılıılıılı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

This is your song // It may be quite simple, but // Now that it's done // I hope you don't mind // I hope you don't mind that I put down in words // How wonderful life is while you're in the world //

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simply-a-simp · 2 years

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‘86 Baby | Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader pt. 1 (18+)

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Summary: Finally, after two previous attempts, Edward “Eddie” Munson has finally graduated high school. In the months following his shining achievement, Eddie starts a job as a mechanic, gets the trailer to himself, and even moves his girlfriend, y/n, in with him. What could be better than spending his time with his sweetheart??

Fucking her.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author’s Note: This is my first lil’ fic! I hope you guys enjoy the absolute porn that this is. I need to get myself back into the groove of writing (and deal with trying to find a different job) but once I do, boy, y’all best look out! Anyways, please enjoy! My ask box is also open so send me any requests you want to read :)

Also: I’m adding a little bit of lore, character building, relationship building, whatever you want to call it into the work since I kinda want to make everything in each fandom’s universe like it’s own little canon? Like, e.g.; Steve and his partner go to the county fair or something in one fic, maybe in another Eddie and his partner go to the county fair and see Steve and his partner doing something they did in the other fic; or something like that lol!

Tags: 18+, MINORS DNI., porn w/ plot (if you squint), smut, rough sex, female anatomy terms, fingering, oral sex (f rec.), choking, spitting, established relationship, dirty talk, Eddie is a mechanic :), ugh just writing that was sexy, Eddie also has a small inner crisis over the term “daddy”

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“It’s my year… ‘86 baby.”

The small town of Hawkins, Indiana all gathered together under the florescent gymnasium lights to watch the class of 1986 graduate and go along their ways to becoming college students, parents, or whatever other path they chose to pursue. The crowd grew silent, besides the screams from the Hellfire Club and those close to the graduate, as Edward Munson’s name was called and the rocker slowly made his way to the stage. He looked to his people, held up a rock sign, blew a kiss to a certain [h/c] haired girl wearing his vest, “Way to go Eddie!” Her voice reached his ears and the man gave a triumphant huff before he walked the stage.

He slowly approached where Principal Higgins was standing, his hand extended for a handshake. Eddie just grinned, held up a middle finger, grabbed the diploma from the mans hand, and bolted out of the gym, those cheering for him in the stands rushing out after him.

“There she is… my inspiration…” Eddie smirked as she approached him.

[Y/N]. She was the girl of his ever loving dreams and somehow he was lucky enough to have her as his. The two had met when she transferred to Hawkins High from a nearby school her junior year, his first senior year. She was immediately on his radar and soon he was asking her to join Hellfire and the two had been history since. “You know, if it wasn’t for you, [y/n], I probably wouldn’t have been able to pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s class. All that studying we did really made a big difference, hm?” Delete Created with Sketch.

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“[y/n] I hear ya’ callin’

but I can’t come home right now\~”

Eddie sung out as he strummed a few open fret chords on his guitar, his eyes turning towards the cozy bundle of blankets that was giggling on his bed, “Well well. I wonder where [y/n] is? Usually she’s rushing up to greet me when I get home. Oh well.. I might as well.. take a NAP!” He shouted as he pulled back the covers, leaning down to capture his love’s plump lips in a warm kiss.

“Personally… I think you’re gonna give KISS a run for their money…” She sat up, stretching out before she stood, her feet getting swept out from under her as he was picking her up and carrying her towards a cleared space on his dresser top, “So.. how was work? Did you get to work on any cool cars today?” She hummed and swung her legs and he pulled his hair back and changed his shirt, giving her a kiss each time he would pass by her.

“Hmm… well… That truck that you think it just soooo sexy came in for an oil change. I told him that my girl always says it’s her dream truck every time we see it. I have to tell you he was rather flattered… blushed, even; I might have to be keepin’ a closer eye on you…” He said huskily, pressing a rough kiss to the corner of her mouth before his lips trailed down to roam over her neck. He left a few hickeys in his wake, going back every now and then to leave another kiss on top of his marks, “But… fuck me… I couldn’t get you out of my fucking head… all… day… I was just thinking about this morning…” He nearly purred, reminiscing against her skin as his fingers fluttered under the hem of her shirt and traced gentle patterns over her stomach.

“Mmh… well I couldn’t get you off my mind… all I did after your uncle left for work was lay in bed, smoke some pot, and let my mind wander thinking aaallllll about you,” She purred, her hips rotating to meet his palm as he held her hips, squeezing the flesh, “My poor little fingers got all cramped up… they just don’t feel as good as yours, baby…” Her voice came out as a near whimper as his hands found her breasts, his fingers brushing over her perky nipples; he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers and basked in her whimper.

“Oh~? So, tell me, my beloved; what did you do? Tell me all about it…” A grin spread across his flushed face as his eyes seemed to darken with lust, the once rich forest of browns and green specks now hidden behind a dark cloud of desire. Without wasting another moment, Eddie scooped her up and carried her towards their bed, laying her amongst their messy bedding, “I want you to tell me every. single. things. you. did.” He said through gritted teeth, his ring-adorned fingers moving to tug at the delicate fabric of her panties as they peaked out from under his favorite DIO shirt she had decided to sport that day.

“E… Everything?” She whimpered.

“Everything.” He demanded back to her, the straining bulge fighting in his jeans getting some relief as he rubbed himself up against her thigh, “How did you touch yourself? What did you think about… was it me? Who did you fucking cum for.” He nearly rambled with desperate eyes on her, “C’mon baby… please… let me hear that pretty mouth tell me how you want me to fuck you…”

Y/n felt her heart drop into her cunt as his thumb made contact with her sensitive, eager clit, “W… Well… I was listening to the newest W.A.S.P. vinyl we got and Love Machine came on and I just got to thinking about the night we got that record…” She blushed, her flush only deepening when Animal (Fuck Like a Beast) came on over the tape deck’s speakers, the opening riff sending a shiver down her spine.

My fingers worked those tight, precise circles over my puffy, aching clit, just like he does. Only, I need more… My fingers dipped lower to press against my waiting core and no longer could I hold back my sob of his name, “Oh… Oh Eddie!”

By the time she was done reminiscing, she was already getting all of her fantasies brought to life. Eddie had tossed her panties aside, his fingers slipping through her slick folds a few times; he let them stop and draw spirals over her swollen clit a few times, “Jesus H. Christ your cunt is fucking dripping…” he groaned before he was burying his fingers to the rings inside of her.

“Oh god!!” She cried out as his fingers curled against the spongey wall of her g-spot, his fingers thrusting roughly against the sensitive spot as he leaned down to devour her pussy in an opened mouth kiss.

A soft ‘y/n…’ left Eddie’s mouth between groans and kisses, her taste on his tongue just feeling like too much for the man’s brain to handle. He pulled back, tugging her clit along with him, “Fuck… c’mere…” He groaned, his hands gripping her hips and holding them to his face as he desperately suckled on her clit, his tongue working as well on the bud to get her legs flailing as he made her cum for the first time that night. Eddie lapped up all of her juices and left a few more kisses to her overstimulated clit, “Heh… sorry can’t - mph - get enough of this delicious fucking pussy…” He confessed as he dived back in, his expert set of tools having her gushing on his tongue again in no time. He dropped her hips after he helped her ride out her orgasm on his tongue, Eddie roughly fighting his way out of his pants and boxers. His thick, pierced cock sprung up to greet her and she moved to get on her kneed for him, though she didn’t get far. His guitar-calloused fingers dug into her thighs as he got her back on her back, his hands pushing her glistening thighs apart, “You ready for it, baby?”

She nodded shakily and as soon as he began to press his fat cock into her she threw her head back and let out a moan of pleasure. He pulled out and tried again, pushing all the way in with one swift thrust; a howl left y/n’s throat as her lover stretched her into his shape. Y/n wasn’t the only one struggling though as a strangled moan came from Eddie, his mind breaking over just how tight and wet and warm his darling little lover’s cunt was. He took some time to let her adjust and get used to his size before she nodded a little and let him know he could move. Eddie, even though he wanted to work his way up and be gentle with her a little bit, he went right to pounding her cute little ass into the mattress.

“Oh god!! Eddie! H.. Harder daddy!!” She nearly screamed before his hand was wrapped around her throat, his brain processing what she had just let slip from her lips so casually. He nodded his head a little with a smirk and added more force to his thrusts, the harsh slapping from their skin meeting echoing through the trailer. Eddie could have sworn that with the way the bed was slamming against the wall that the entire trailer had to be quaking.

“That fucking face you’re making is just… fuck…” he groaned as he leaned forward to grab the Polaroid camera sitting on the bedside stand. He held the camera above them, pulled her head back a little with her hair, and snapped a picture of the two. He handed the printed picture to a brain dead y/n for her to shake while he sat the camera back down and went back to fucking her even stupider than she already was.

‘I do whatever I want to, to ya,

I’ll nail your ass to the sheets;

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya,

I fuck like a beast!’

The music from the speakers blared on as Eddie’s hips matched with the pounding rhythm of the W.A.S.P. song. He hummed along to it through grit teeth as his hands hooked under the backs of y/n’s knees; he then folded her in half and put her into a mating press before he began to hammer his hips into her, “Fuck I wish we could handle the risk of a kid right now… I want to breed the ever loving fuck out of you, y/n, baby~” the metal head purred as she tightened up around him, the admission of such primal desire sending a burning heat right to her core.

“W… Wait… Eddie… I got on the pill…” She said softly, both of their faces lighting up with mere glee, “Please daddy… I want all of you…” She said softly with a smile on her kiss bruised lips. She barely had time to think after she stopped speaking as a yelp slipped from her lips, Eddie now brutally pounding her into the mattress; his heavy balls slapping against her ass as he pushed more and more towards finally getting to fill her up for the very first time.

“Shit babe… you’re gonna cum, huh?” Eddie huffed with a chuckle as his stomach rested against hers, his lips locking with hers in a messy embrace. His thrusts had slowed to deep, harsh gyrations of his hips as he watched y/n struggle to keep her mind intact and her eyes focused as he got her right to the edge.

Then he stopped.

“letmecum… soclose…” she slurred and tried to push her hips against him for any kind of friction.

“Hehehe… what are the *magic words, *my beautiful, fair maiden?” He teased, his voice in an accent she recognized as her D&D character’s lover, Mithralika (named with a play on Metallica, of course).

“Please… sire?”

“No.”

“P… Please… Master…?” She whimpered as the title left her lips.

Eddie smirked and began pounding into her as his palm pressed against the bulge in her belly from each thrust of his fat cock. His thumb found her clit and began to rub desperately over her clit as they both chased their highs. Y/n came first with a wild howl of her name, Eddie following right after her. A growl grumbled deep in his chest as he pulled back and slammed into her, laying his weight into her pussy as he filled her past the brim with his thick, white cum. Eddie grabbed the Polaroid camera still on the nightstand and pulled out slowly, taking a snap of his cum leaking out of the love of his life’s pretty, abused cunny. Once again, Y/n was handed the picture and she shook it, blushing when she he snatched it and slipped the very graphic photo into his wallet on the nightstand.

Eddie stood and stopped y/n quickly as she started to stand as well, “Oh no no no no, you get to stay here. Let me get you some water and I’ll get you a nice hot bubble bath started up,” He said with a gentle voice and smiled at her, giving her a soft kiss when she nodded before he disappeared down the hallway. He came back shortly with a glass of water and left to go run her a bath. He eventually came back with her favorite robe and slippers in his hands, “C’mon my dear, lets get you in the bath.” He smiled and took her still-trembling hand.

The slow walk to the bathroom was filled with sweet giggled and soft kisses as y/n tried her hardest to walk on her very wobbly legs. She settled down into the oat and honey scented bubble bath and looked up at Eddie with puppy dog eyes when he turned to leave,

“Join me?”

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moralesluvr · 2 years

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LIGHT OF MY LIFE - M.MAYFIELD ❥

♡ pairings & aus : fem!reader x max mayfield, college au.

♡ summary: college isn’t for everyone. it isn’t for you, but it IS for your girlfriend maxine, who longs to have you back in her dorm with you in her arms instead of being drowned with schoolwork. so, you decide to surprise her in the sweet afternoon of fall.

♡ warnings: fluff, it’s really all just domestic love <3

♡ a/n: this fic reminds me of @snowflakeicicles and her love for max, so here you go gorgeous girl !!

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She’s engulfed in the darkness of her dorm, the pen that lay between her fingers dancing on the yellow pages of her notebook. Her eyebrows quirk with engrossment, eyelids flickering, mimicking the cheap lamp that lit up the corner of her room. Pen clacking against her book, she heaves, her eyelashes kissing softly as she combs through her crimson hair, nimble fingers aching from the mindless repeated action. Her eyes dart to the clock on her wall. The little hand’s on the two, and Max knows that she should’ve been asleep, but the flickering of the lamp and the sea of schoolwork she’s drowning in is enough to keep her awake.

Plus, she misses you, so that’s shattering her sleep schedule, too. She misses you so bad it’s almost sickening- her heart ached every time you crossed her mind, your bright smile and sweet voice making her heart twist. College was eating her alive, but she loved it- and she couldn’t just leave. Her tuition was through the roof, and she was happy (despite the pile of work she was facing) and you’d slaughter her if she ever even thought about quitting.

Closing her book shut softly, Max tosses it onto her desk next to her, sinking further into the peeled sheets of her bed, lulling herself to sleep with quiet hums and the rubbing of her thumb against her palms. It’s what you would do when you slept with her and she was having trouble falling asleep, or she was anxious- and it always helped her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she fell into a light slumber, her thumb still grazing over her hand gently.

Golden rays of sunshine pierce through the girl’s open blinds early the following morning, lustrous ribbons of light shining on her fair skin. She stirs in her rest, moaning lightly at her past self who forgot to close the curtains. The redhead rises, her mascara collecting under her already darkened under eyes as she steps on the rug below her, footsteps stuttering. She makes her way to her window and pushes it open, the autumn breeze sending tranquil chills down her spine.

On the complete opposite side of Hawkins, you awoke, the thought of your girlfriend being one of the first to enter your mind as you prepared for the day. You were longing to see her. It had been months- she had been shut up in her dorm, rarely calling or coming to visit due to the amount of work and stress she had on her shoulders.

Saying that you just missed her was a grave understatement. You longed to see her, you needed to- you missed her touch, her smile, her pretty voice- you missed all of her. So, you jumped up and cooked (more like microwaved) yourself breakfast, residue spilling everywhere as you danced around your apartment to the sweet singing of Stevie Wonder, distant bird chirping doubling as his accompaniment. You throw on an outfit and make your way to Family Video to one, bother Steve and Robin per usual, and two, to grab a movie for you and Max to watch at her dorm.

Steve and Robin greet you with open arms, helping you pick out the perfect film to watch with your girlfriend. Your heart was pulsing with excitement as the door chimed when you walked out after thanking them, two different movies filling your palms as you put them in the passenger seat, preparing to make your next stop.

Max loved sunflowers- they made her smile from ear to ear whenever she received them, as if they were an instant mood booster, so you were on a mission to grab some for her. They were a little bit harder to find than usual, but once you did find them, you set them gently in the backseat of your car along with a little note attached.

Your drive was hectic, the traffic of downtown Indiana making you honk the horn at angry drivers who swerved from lane to lane, but you kept your composure despite it all.

When you finally made it to Max’s dorm, you knocked softly at her door, rocking back on your feet naturally. She had been sitting in her bed for hours prior to your arrival, unable to even get up out of it because she was so tired. But something was telling her to answer the knocking at her door, so she rose from her comfortable spot, unlocking the door with a click.

You looked up.

She looked at you.

Her whole world came to a stop.

Her jaw fell slack at the sight of you, an awkward smile tugging at your lips, the flowers and movies clutched in either of your hands. You waved with your flower-accented one, “Hi, Maxie.”

“Y/N, oh my gosh…hi.” She speaks softly, like her words may hurt you, and she waves you inside, plopping back on her bed as her feet swing happily back and forth. You shut the door behind yourself and seat yourself across from her, looking into her cloudy blue eyes. She looks tired, drained- her makeup from what seems like days ago spotting her face and eyes, clad in nothing but a big ‘ole t-shirt and pretty, orange panties. She’s got on long socks that trail from her feet to the middle of her calves, cute little flowers plastered all on them.

Despite her tired state, she looks perfect.

Max eyes the flowers that sit in your palms, “Those for me?”

You hum in response, handing them to her. She coos over them with a smile, “They’re so pretty. Thank you so much, baby.”

She’s so pretty, the way her whole face lights up when you hand her the sunflowers. She sniffs at them, her eyes batting closed, “Did you get these from-?”

“Yup,” you nodded proudly, “Just how you like ‘em.”

Her expression softens, her bottom lip turning downward. She places the flowers on her bedside table, then looks at you with open arms, “C’mere you.”

You’re grinning so hard that your cheeks ache as you lay on her chest, your head turning to look up at her.

“Missed you so bad, holy shit, it’s crazy,” she murmurs against your forehead before planting a kiss there, “School’s got me sprialing, I’ve gotta have my essay in by tomorrow and I’m still on the first paragraph.”

You both exchange giggles as you rub her hand that rests on your own chest, “‘S okay, Maxie, you’ll get through it. Y’know, I’ve missed you so much, so I figured I’d swing by and spend some time with my girl. You know, to give you a break.”

She’s so overjoyed with your presence that she peppers light kisses all over your face, making you squirm beneath her touch. Max can’t help it- now that you’re here, in her arms to be precise, she doesn’t plan on letting you go, and you could really blame her?

Her kisses come to a stop as she looks down at you, a blush blossoming against her cheeks, “You know you’re the light of my life, right? I never get tired of seeing you.”

You feel like you might cry. Looking up at your girlfriend, you smile hard, “Really?”

“Really.”

She strokes your hair, and there’s something about her gentle touch that causes you to feel sleepy- and as she holds you, you can’t help but rest in her embrace, her soft strokes further coaxing you bat your eyes sleepily in her arms. Lord knows she needs the rest too, so she rests her head on the woodwork behind her, eyes closing slowly.

And she doesn’t feel it at first, but when she does, she peers down at her hands to see you softly rubbing at her palm, a sweet smile etched on your face.

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onehyperfixationatatime · 2 years

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“It was just a dream.”

Summary: it was all just a bad dream. Fluffy Eddie content.

Tears stream down you face uncontrollably as you hold Eddie in your arms. He’s covered in blood, his beautiful brown eyes so full of fear and pain. Such terrible pain… “Eddie please, Eddie don't you dare die on me. Eddie, you're going to be okay!” you tell him, trying to convince yourself and Dustin as much as Eddie. “I didn't run away this time, right?” he says, struggling to breathe. “No, no, no you didn't run,” Dustin says, looking down at the older boy. Eddie turns to Dustin and grabs ahold of his shirt. “You're gonna have to look over those lost sheep for me, okay?”

“No, you're going to do that yourself,” Dustin cries. Your heart can not take this pain. It feels like you're being stabbed in the heart by a thousand knives all at once. This can't be fucking real. “Nah man, say ‘I’m gonna look after them’. Say it,” Eddie pleads with Dustin. “I’m gonna look after them,” Dustin tells him. “Good, because I'm actually gonna graduate,” Eddie says with a strained chuckle.

“Eddie no, you cant do this. You can't just leave me here baby please, I love you, Eddie please,” you beg, pulling him closer to you. You can feel him starting to go limp in your arms as you hold him close to your chest. “I think it’s finally my year,” he says, trying so hard to hold on for you, for Dustin, for everyone. “I love you guys.”

Then he suddenly goes completely limp, and his breathing stops. You let out a gut-wrenching scream, sobbing as you hold the body of your lover in your arms. You can’t even do anything to comfort Dustin, who is also in hysterics. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie I'm so sorry,” you sob.

“Eddie I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry,” you cry out, waking your boyfriend from a sound sleep. He instantly knows you're having a nightmare and sits up, rubbing a hand on your arm softly. “Hey, hey y/n wake up. It’s okay, I'm here, wake up!” he says, shaking you a bit now, You shoot up, terrified and disoriented before you realize that you're safe. You're in Eddie’s room, sleeping in his bed, and he's here, safe. “E-Eddie it was terrible… Y-You died, you sacrificed yourself to buy the others more time. Dustin and I- we begged you not to go. But you didn't listen. T-they tore you apart. Y-You died in my arms. There was so…so much blood,” you tell him, shaking and unable to look away from him. You needed to see him, safe and healthy. You need to get that image of him out of your mind. “It felt so real.”

“Hey, that wasn't real. Okay? I am right here, I am right here with you,” he says, moving in closer and wrapping you up in his arms and the blanket. The feeling of his arms around you, his kisses on your head, his soft words. It brought you so much comfort. “That was just a dream. It was all just one bad dream. But this,” he kisses your head again, then your cheek, then your neck. “is one hundred percent real. I’m real, I’m safe, and so are you. Nothing can hurt you, nothing is going to happen to us. I promise.” The kisses go up and down your neck, then your jaw, then finally your lips. He lets out a quiet and soft moan when your lips touch, moving closer to you and running his fingers through your hair as he continues to kiss you. “You promise?” you ask, your foreheads touching. “I promise sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about. Don't fret.”

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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EMMY MY LOVE

I'm so excited for your freaky friday posts you don't even understand! So in honor of that and us being whores, may i request c0ckwarming with Eddie after a hard day. I've talked with you a little bit about how my mental health is no bueno rn. And just coming home after a long day of class and exams to come sit on his dick while he plays video game or whatever is so hot and comforting. Maybe falling asleep curled up on his chest and him just looking at you all full of love saying something like "ill never get tired of holding you". Also daddy kink...if you're comfy with it. I went on a tangent sorry love

you are so real for this 😌✋🏻

pov: eddie helps his sleepy little girl get some rest after a long day 🫶🏻

18+ duh, AFAB!reader, cockwarming, unprotected piv sex, slight somno but not really, cum eating, daddy kink obviously, nicknames (baby, good girl, angel; daddy)

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your body felt heavy as you trudged through the door and into your apartment, tossing your backpack in the general direction of the hook it normally hung from.

as you slipped out of your shoes, inked arms snaked around your waist, a pair of familiar lips making contact with your neck. "bad day, baby?" eddie asked, your exhaustion apparent on your face.

"mhm," you pouted, swiveling your head to face him. you barely puckered your lips out for a kiss before he caught your drift, his plump lips landing on yours.

he tugged both of you toward the couch, pulling you into him as he hit the cushions. "wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, allowing yourself to fall into the familiar scent of his embrace. your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, leaving a ghost of a kiss on his soft skin.

he held you like that for a moment, running a hand over your hair, letting you decompress in his arms. his lips met the shell of your ear, nibbling at the spot you loved most.

"you need daddy to fix it, hmm? make you forget all about how bad your day was?" he said in a whisper, finishing his question with yet another soft kiss.

you nodded, the only thing it seemed you could do at that moment. however, eddie, being ever the gentleman, softly demanded, "use your words, please. i won't make you say anything else. just need to know you absolutely want this, ok?"

you gave him a soft smiled, letting out a content sigh. "please, daddy. make me forget today."

he lifted you up from the couch, just long enough to remove your pants and undies, kissing a trail up your leg and ending at your now sensitive clit.

you shook your head, your legs squeezing shut around him. "uh-uh," you tutted, and he met you with confused eyes.

"what is it, baby? let daddy know what you need," he cooed, placing a hand softly on your thigh.

"need you," you answered softly, struggling to get the words out. "wanna sit on your cock."

without hesitation, he slid out of his jeans and boxers, before pulling both of you back down onto the sofa. "good girl, always telling me what you want."

he tugged at your hips, helping you settle on his cock, your mouth falling open as he eased into you. you fell onto his chest, your walls spasming as his dick bottomed out.

"you need daddy to fuck you to sleep?" he asked before leaving a peck on your forehead. "or are you good like this?"

"this," you answered, your arms resting over his shoulders as you lay your head on his chest, a smile appearing on your lips as you basked in the closeness.

one of his hands rested on your butt while the other sat on your hip, rubbing soft circles into the bare skin. he pulled your top over your head before peppering your shoulder with kisses. "such a good girl," he whispered against your collarbone, "keeping daddy's cock all warmed up. could never get tired of holding you like this, baby."

his lips wandered across every inch of exposed skin he had access to, leaving open-mouthed kisses in all the places he knew you loved most. his hand moved from your hip, his fingertips gliding up and down your back, taking the time to memorize every freckle, every mole, and every divot of your spine.

you weren't sure how much time had passed when your eyes started to slowly fall closed, and you weren't sure you could stay awake for much longer. not that you'd need to, though. with eddie, you were safe, and you were home. he'd protect you no matter the cost, because you were his girl.

"you ok like this, baby?" he inquired again, his lips meeting your skin for the millionth time.

slowly, you shook your head, your lips falling into a pout once more.

"what's wrong?" his lips pecked at your collarbone again.

through nearly closed eyes, you whispered, "want daddy to fuck me to sleep."

he smiled softly, holding your hips tightly. "gonna flip us, ok? daddy's not gonna hurt you. promise."

with that, you nodded your head as he flipped the two of you over, his large, tatted body hovering over you, and your head sinking back into the cushions.

he slowly pulled out, and the friction felt so nice that you almost came right then. his lips met the crook of your neck as he slid back into you, eliciting the softest moan from your lips.

"feel good, baby?" he asked, suckling on your sensitive skin.

you nodded, reaching for his hand ever so lightly. you didn't even need to say the words—since he already knew what you wanted—before he interlaced his fingers with yours, pushing your hand against the sofa.

he fucked into you slow and sweet, and before you knew it, you were fluttering around him, your orgasm washing over you like a wave of relief. your eyes slowly closed, and the last thing you felt before you fell asleep was his dick twitching inside of you, on the brink of his own release.

"sleep tight, baby," he smiled against your forehead, holding back a string of profanities as he spilled inside of your hole. "such a good girl, angel."

he removed himself, and even in your sleep, you pouted at the emptiness. he chuckled to himself before his mouth met your cunt, licking up every last bit of his cum, nearly becoming hard again as your body squirmed in your sleeping state.

he pulled his pants back on before hovering over you again, leaving one last peck on your hairline, and pulling your favorite throw blanket over your dreaming body. "sweet dreams, daddy's sleepy girl."

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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Drabbles: Steddie- Love Bites

Let's just say that Eddie comes back from the dead, and he's automatically drawn toward Steve's energy. There's something different about everything now. Eddie can feel the difference between people now. He's not reading into people's words, or attitudes he just knows how they're feeling.

Eddie is not sure if that has something to do with the fact that he came back from the fucking dead or not. It might have to do with the pointy canine teeth. His tongue keeps licking over the sharp end of them. Eddie more than likes the way they feel, but back to the point. Eddie came back to the world of Hawkins he felt different.

He could see, a distinct line that brought him all the way from his trailer to the Harrington house. Tall, large, and lonely was the house. Regardless of how many lights were lifted on he smelt of loneliness and heartbreak. Eddie had never been one for doing things straightforwardly. He liked the dramatics of it, he liked being crazy and wild.

Let's also just say that Eddie had been dreaming of Steve since rambling with him in the woods upside down. He had wished that he was strong enough to flirt with him, but the gazes that he saw between Steve and Nancy had made him shut his mouth. Regardless of this though Eddie was stronger now, mentally and physically. He climbed the side of Steves house, climbing directly into his bedroom window. A startled Steve was throwing his belongings and screaming bloody murder.

"Steve calm down it's just me!" Eddie had to scream to just get Steves attention. My objects were thrown his way, that was until he caught one of them. Eddie's jean vest. His pins were still stuck into the fabric, it made his heart beat so fast against his chest. "Steve you kept this?" Eddie's voice was softer. "Eddie?" Steve's eyes were blown wide, and his chest fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Steve screamed jumping up from his bed and running over towards Eddie. His arms fell around him, and all of a sudden the energy that Eddie had felt when he first escaped the upside-down was surrounding. His heart raced somehow faster in his chest and then slowed as he notice just how long Steve had held on to him.

"How did you?" Steve looks up at Eddie, eyes glossed over. Tears on the edge of falling. "I don - I'm not sure, I just somehow ended up back here and I followed you." The eyes that Steve sent my way were worry-filled, "I don't mean followed you literally, I mean I followed your energy. Sweet and summer-filled, yellow energy." Eddie muttered as he looked down at the man still holding him.

"So what are you then?" Steve asks Eddie, like Eddie knows what the hell he is, "I'm not sure, I just know that I've got some bitchin' teeth now." Eddie smiles showing off his shape canines. Steve can't help but reach out and graze his pointer finger over the edge of the tooth. Causing him to nick his skin, and blood to flow into Eddie's mouth.

that's the day Steve and Eddie find out he might be a vampire. Might be in Eddie's words like Kas from D&D, like Vecna was D&D.

The rest of the group finds out that Steve has been hiding Eddie when they come over to find the two of them in bed, Steve covered in bits, and Eddie's teeth blood red. It doesn't take long for the jokes and rhyme to fall back into the lines with everyone. Sure everyone is afraid of what might come along nowadays, and half the town of Hawkins has left. But at least everyone is together right.

One night it's just Steve and Eddie. Watching a practically boring movie when Steve shifts and climbs into Eddie's lap. They haven't really labeled their relationship rather keeping it loose and whatever they want it to be. Steve is one for keeping his hands on Eddie, so he obliges letting Steve fall into his lap. Steve's head falls gently into the curve of Eddie's shoulder. "You know you might wanna give me a warning next time you wanna get into my lap Stevie," Eddie murmurs as he shifts under the weight of his lover.

Steve groans, whispering in Eddie's ear, "Bite me!" Eddie without restraint moves latching onto Steves neck with vengeance and sucking, licking, and finally biting Steve. With Steve like this in Eddie's lap, there's nothing he can do not that he wants to go anywhere else. Steve moans. Loving the feeling of Eddie's teeth on his skin.

"Not what I meant… but you know keep… keep going." Steve feels Eddie smirks against his skin, kissing the wounds he's caused. "Of course whatever you want Stevie," Eddie murmurs before returning to his lover's neck and leaving a few more precious loves bites behind in his wake.

Completed on: 04/28/23

Posted on: 05/01/23

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fbfh · 1 month

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FUCK ME I'm thinking about Billy again. Shit. Fuck. Thinking about him calling you sugar tits on a day to day basis. About the little swiping his tongue over his teeth unhinged chuckle he does right before he loses it and goes feral (in a fight or... other places...) just his rowdy boisterous energy. He's so solid, I wanna bite into his torso like a big block of cheese. Just sink my teeth right into him.

#drabbles #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove drabbles #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things drabbles #may have gotten a littlw weird with the bite him like a block of cheese thing #but if youve ever bitten straight into a block of cheese no holds barres #you onow what im talking about #i have done this before #and continue to do it 4 times a year #story for another time though

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cuethediscoandthedrinks · 2 years

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Maybe some headcanons about early days of dating Jim Hopper? 👉👈 or maybe general dating... 🌺

nice idea!

i'm giving full warning that i went off and it got monster long and random but enjoy lovelies <3

dating headcanons + chief jim hopper~

🧡he's not a huge fan of overt pda, so straight off the bat the relationship would be lowkey

🧡if you were in the early stages, maybe some shared flirty looks and a hand to the mid of your back would be the go-to moves. not enough to draw obvious attention, but enough to let you know he's there, yk?

🧡although if you were more serious, some brushing up behind you; cuddling w your head in his arms; maybe some lil not so secret makeouts at work would be his jam too

🧡i think depending on who you were/how you met, the dates would range too. coworker? mostly some back and forth flirting on the job; some sarcastic phrases, a couple of "well.. we'll see 'bout that sweetie", and many an "i told you so.. goddamn it"s.

🧡ofc he'd only love it more when you retorted with an equally sassy remark, but a small blush and "pfft" would be enough to keep him satisfied with the chill dating atmos tbh

🧡likely nicknames too. 'sugar', 'doll' are usually the common day-to-day ones, but also an occasional sarcastic 'sweetie' when he's caught u out about something, or is trying to win an argument would happen too

🧡if you happened to meet in a different context, without a preexisting relationship, i'd imagine some more formal 'date' dates,

🧡maybe a classic dinner and a movie, bc he's been out of the dating game for a while, and references back to like lowkey 70s dating almost solely the cutepie

🧡could also be an event; maybe an annual hawkins celebration of some kind, or maybe a holiday like halloween. something that's like a "well, i've gotta go anyway, so idgaf if you do or don't but like, i'm down if u are, but i also don't care, but pls go i love u" kind of vibe;

🧡he's ultimately a little insecure about putting his heart on the line, so honestly, i think he'd dig if you took charge and let him know what you'd like to do too

🧡as long as he can spend time with you, and you're comfortable enough to open up to him (and him you, which is relatively easy, bc his personality changes for legit no one), he's pretty content with any kind of date although hopefully something with less physical exertion, and more eating and shitting on things that piss him off lmao

🧡once you're past the more formal dating zone, there's likely a lot of car drives into the country, listening to his favourite tunes; he'd love to share music taste with you, and would ofc be up for a big debate over who reigns supreme in the soft!rock and jazz genres

🧡lots of stopping for ice cream, maybe some strolls or sitting at park benches when he's got days off;

🧡a lot of him taking charge if walking in the forest too, bc he wants to be 'manly' and forge a path w his big man boots. also swatting away flies w his hat bc he's the size of a literal giant and it's not only you who digs his enormous stature, ur now also competing w the wildlife

🧡if not, then usually on rainy days in, a date would consist of laying on the couch, watching a couple movies and cuddling together but don't tell anyone bc he needs to be big scary cop man grr grr

🧡depending on his comfort level with you, he'd either be lowkey chatty, or more quiet and introspective. the occasional reminiscing of old memories, maybe sharing an anecdote or two, but not a lot of wordy convos much of the time

🧡if he's feeling extra social, he may just flip the convo on you and ask you a bunch of questions, being a surprisingly good, intent and caring listener when he's feeling more lowkey.

🧡and ofc, he'd love nothing more than to see you get angry abt something and help you shit on it like crazy, just getting it all out and vibing with that emotional catharsis, bc the one emotion he does do well expressing is anger lmao

🧡i see him as more of a doer than a thinker; like, he doesn't dig getting bogged down in his past trauma with anyone else tbh. maybe late 2am chats when he can't sleep, and feels extra vulnerable you could get some deeply personal, nostalgic energy, but other than that he'd rather say nothing that say something all heavy and emotional

🧡bc of this, during dating and his relationship, i think he's express those internal sentiments w a lot of projecting his issues onto observations about others tbh;

🧡likely via people watching, ranting about others, and ofc movies too. "well, of course she cheated on him. he's barely home, and would rather work all day.", "yeah, i call bullshit on that", "no, i don't buy that for a second.", "yeah..NO"-type phrases, yk?

is also a pretty big fan of reality tv and survivalist movies/tv shows, but u didn't hear that from me.

🧡a lot of talking him down and lowkey deescalating when ur watching movies or talking about the news; bc he'll either give up and get pissed before listening to the end of your story, or he'll get riled up and go on a mini-hop!rant; i.e. that's why your convos are usually about doing things as opposed to exploring ideas and hypotheticals, lmao

🧡i feel like despite being the one to broach the dating situ, he'd be a little more wary of going right in feeling-wise

🧡he likes you, sure, but he's not about to dump his whole heart and soul into a relationship that could end in heartbreak, but deep down, he's a big ole' teddybear y'all we know this don't lie

🧡although if he did end up trusting you and wanting to take things further, he'd eventually just come out and say it

🧡i don't think he's one for keeping everything pent up, and keeping secrets. if he has something to say, he'll legit just say it

🧡he's a big flower guy too i think. although he does this cool hop!man thing, where he buys flower types not based on what he assumes you'll like, but, like, just what he likes. he lowkey sees it like buying anything else, except for you

🧡so..toilet paper, he's getting the soft obv; beer, he's buying his fave brand bc ofc ??; likewise, flowers, he's getting pansies or some yellow shit bc yellow is his fave colour, so you probably like it too, right ??

🧡like, he just works in that steam-roll kind of way, where he doesn't overthink things. there are like 2-3 max steps to any action in his life. any more, and he's legit not doing it, or smushing it right back into 2-3 steps

🧡once you've been dating for a while, it becomes apparent that he's not a dating guy though. he's not for going all around town, serial dating or meeting a bunch of different people. he's not casting a wide net, like at all

🧡he settles quick into the relationship part of dating. stopping off at his house w groceries is like a normal thing for him. cooking him a meal, and bringing some to his work is kind of a given after a while

(highkey he loves packed lunchboxes; like, a little note w a smiley face, some apple slices and a sandwich cut into triangles is his JAM fight me bc he's a big softie and i now choose this as canon)

🧡same with just meeting after work, or school or whatever, and just going to his or your place. 'date' dates soon fall out of fashion, bc i think he sees it as more of a courting thing than a long-term vibe

🧡just chilling and feeling at ease with each other is more his thing tbh. he likes you, so he dgaf where you two go, as long as you're both happy and chill.

🧡like i said, and maybe it's a little too boring for some, but legit going back to his place, lying on the couch or in bed, eating, fucking and sleeping is probs an ideal end/beginning of the day for him,

🧡doesn't have to be more complicated than that

🧡he's had to deal with nuance to hell w his past relationships, and his work gets arduous trying to figure out the mysteries of demogorgons and a bald and american millie bobby brown

🧡he's just here to date u and chill, he needs some good beer, a cuddly partner and a day off and he's a happy camper ngl

hope u enjoyed lovelies! i dug this prompt omgbrcat, thanks for requesting. :)

also, feel like requesting too? here's the link, i'd love to hear it!

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