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fantasylandloser · 9 months

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marriage pact

summary: besties that plan to get married

warnings: smut, mdni, dry humping, idrk what else I should put here so message me and lmk, steve's happy trail, slutty steve, big dick steve

pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

A/n: This started off as one thing then it manifested into something else, and this is 4k words of idk and there MIGHT be a part 2

update here is part 2

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Steve loved your slumber parties that had carried over from your childhood. Initially the two of you would binge watch movies, while his parents were who knows where. Up until you were about twelve he slept in the bed with you until one day your parents decided that he couldn’t do that anymore and gave him his own room for when he stayed over.

Your family was well off due to your father being in business with his and it was probably no big deal for them, but Steve appreciated it nevertheless. He felt so loved in your home, so he made it his second. He was there at least three nights a week, until the two of you got into highschool and his dad wanted him to get serious about basketball. Then it was late night practices and meeting up with girls. He still came around at least once a week for dinners, but usually he was busy.

You were surprised when he didn’t go away for college. Even more so when he decided to get his own job and start at the community college in Hawkins instead of living off his parents. Eventually he was back to being at your house all the time, until one day your mom randomly asked him to move in, suggesting that he was there all the time anyway. Which he agreed to with speed. So, now your slumber parties were more frequent, and more fun now that you were adults and your mom took away the rule that Steve couldn’t stay in your room.

Now your slumber parties included the two of you gossiping for hours on end about who was pregnant, talking through movies, and newly you doing Steve’s skincare. At first he tried to pretend that he didn’t like it, until one day you decided you didn’t feel like it and he begged you to do it anyway.

“Close your eyes.” You say from your position on his stomach, your thighs fitting snug on each side of him. One of his hands resting on each one. You didn’t need to be sitting on him of course, but Steve claimed it would be easier on your back if he were laying down (which was not true) but you went along with it because it was Steve.

“So bossy.” He murmurs but closes his eyes nonetheless, his fingers messing with the hem of your shorts. You hum in acknowledgement not really able to focus on the task at hand.

“Is this new?” Steve asks, referring to the cool goopy substance that you were putting on his face.

“Yeah, I’m testing it on you before I put it on my face.” You say jokingly. But not really, considering that's what you were actually doing.

The snort Steve lets out brings a smile to your face. “Well, I’ve been your test dummy since we were kids so I’m not surprised.”

“Glad that you finally accepted the dynamic of this friendship. Now stop talking.” He huffs at the command but still listens anyway, a small smile resting on his face,that you could never ask him to wipe away. Your brain short circuits a bit when he pulls his hand back to the center of your thigh, his thumb continuously rubbing over the smooth skin. You couldn’t help but wonder when that got added to the dynamic of your friendship.

“Now sit with that for ten minutes.” You could see him getting ready to protest so you quickly added, “and be still!” You know he’s gonna bitch about it when you go to take the mask off. He hates sitting still more than anything but he could deal for ten minutes.

When he feels the pressure from your body weight pressing into his stomach start to lighten, his hands finding your waist even with his eyes closed.

“Steve.” You huff, knowing he’s not going to let you move until he can, but it’s not like you actually put up a fight. Not like you actually wanted to be away from his warmth. So you stayed simply sitting on him for ten minutes. Watching him, thinking about how he was still so pretty even with the mask on his face.

When it was time for you to take it off. You almost didn’t want to, but you did , pleased to see that the product left him glowing.

Steve finally opened his eyes after almost falling asleep when he heard you sigh sweetly. “All done?” He asks hoping that you weren’t even though he’d been laying there for about thirty minutes.

“Yep.” You say until you remember the little gift you picked up for him at the store. “Wait one more thing.” Steve lets you get off him this time, a little hesitant but you don’t point it out.

When you come back with what looked like a broken whisk, Steve was a little reluctant. “I think this is where my test dummy days end.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics sliding back to your spot on his stomach.

“You’ll like it.” You tell him. Despite the growing anticipation about whatever the device was, Steve is quick to accept you and it into his space, his hands on your hips to steady you as you sit down.

“I doubt- fuckkk.” Steve moans raggedly, cutting himself off and surprising you, making you stop your movements with the hair massager. You catch your composure quickly though, continuing to massage his scalp.

“So dramatic.” You try to tease, to lighten the heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You knew Steve had a thing for getting his hair pulled. He hooked up with half the girls in your class, so his likes and dislikes tended to get around and made for some pretty interesting lunch room conversations.

You didn’t realize a scalp massage would elicit the same reaction. You also didn’t realize that his reaction would have an effect on you. His whole body seemed to glitch. HIs eyes are barely able to stay open and the grip on your hips tightening.

Once his initial dramatics calmed down, he began letting out soft appreciative sighs. His grip on you fades to soft circles on your thighs.

“I’m gonna marry you.” He tells you, with his eyes closed. You knew he meant it. He told you that he wanted to marry you one day in high school. He’d been drunk but he let you all the way in on his plan to make a life with you, one day when you’re both ready.

He told you how he thought about building a house for you, and having your last name be harrington and how he wanted to have a bunch of kids with you. You thought he’d been joking teasing him about it the next day, but he simply smiled at you with a blush forming on his cheeks telling you that he meant it.

Ever since then, every couple of months he’d say it again. Like he was reminding you, or really asking you to wait for him. Which you did. Neither of you had made much of a move or anything and sometimes one of you would date someone else, but in the back of your mind you would always remember that you were marrying Steve and that’s just the way it was.

“Mhmm.” You hum, simply acknowledging like usual. To your surprise Steve's eyes open and he zeroes in on your face.

“I’m serious.” He’d never done this before, made more room for conversation about it. He seemed like he wanted more than gentle acknowledgment.

“I know.” You say, pretending to busy yourself as you set the massager to the side, just to get away from the intense way he’s looking at you. When he sits up on the headboard you know he means business. You never guessed now would be the time you finally actually talked about it.

“Do you really?” He asks. Steve didn’t know if you knew how serious he was.

“Yeah.. we’re getting married.” You tell him, fidgeting with one of his hands in your, absently looking at his nails instead of him. “You’re gonna build me a two story house, two streets away from my moms. In that field we used to play in. And we’re gonna have six babies and I will not let you help me name any of them because I already have a list.” You catch a quick glimpse of his face. “I remember.” You tell him.

You expect him to let it go now that you’ve rehashed the entire plan he layed out for you years ago. You don’t remember when you got so attached to the idea. Or when you started contributing your own dreams to the plan but it had grown for you and speaking it out loud you realized how badly you needed it to happen.

“You have a list?” Steve’s chest was warm as it dawned on him that you wanted a future with him the same way he did with you.

Your face warmed, embarrassed thinking that he would tease you. “Yes. They’re all non negotiable.”

“Can I see it?” He asks, his voice soft. “Please, honey.” Honey. This is no longer best friend Steve. This is future husband Steve, making his first ever appearance.

When you shake your head with a shy smile, Steve can’t help but smile back.”Why not?” He asks you in that same soft voice that had you feeling gooey on the inside.

“Stop using that voice.” You whisper, feeling flushed. Steve couldn’t help but chuckle. He’d never known you to be shy, but here you were being all bossy while hiding your face in his neck.

“You’re so perfect.” He’s teasing you, trying to see how embarrassed you’ll get. He also means every bit. “Prettiest girl in the world.”

“You’re bein’ weird.” You tell him unsure what to do with yourself with all these changes being made so quickly.

“It was weird not telling you how beautiful you are everyday.” You don’t expect him to keep listing. “So sweet, too.” He adds. “Always taking care of me and never letting me praise you for it. I can’t wait to take care of you.” The implications of that do not go over your head. “Bet you’ll be such a good little wife.”

Steve expects you to make some little quip or try to play off how embarrassed you feel. He’s expecting you to descelate how quickly he’s moving. But instead your voice whispers “I hope so.” You’re right in his ear too, so he knows he isn’t mistaken and he knows that this is the last night you’ll ever consider yourself just friends.

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Steve should have kissed you last night. He can’t help but think about that over and over, as he realizes he didn’t seal the deal. He should have done something to prove to you how serious he was.

But it was too late because he didn’t kiss you and the morning had been decidedly awkward when you realized you didn’t know what any of that meant for your immediate friendship. Because initially the plan had been to wait. Was the wait over? Did you want it to be over? You spent the majority of your day trying not to think about it. Steve however wouldn’t shut up about it. Sadly for Robin she had to be on the receiving end of this conversation.

“Robin, this is serious. What if I fucked everything up? What if she thinks I’m leading her on?” Steve runs a hand through his hair, seemingly deep in thought.

“I doubt that. I mean you’re planning on marrying her- which I take offense to not knowing about this little pact or whatever,” she adds. “But that’s like the total opposite of leading on.” She tries to reassure wanting to really get Steve to shut up about it.

“No you don’t get it-” Steve starts again, only to be interrupted.

“Ughhhh!! How can I not get it if this is your sixth time going over it? Steve, I get it! You’re overthinking this when it’s really simple.” Robin gestures. “You love her and you want to get married and blah blah blah, but before you guys get married how about you try to, I don’t know actually date?” She says sarcastically. “Unless you were just going to propose after a thousand years of sleepovers and dating other people.” She adds.

And although it was unnecessarily sassy, Steve realized that Robin might have a point. “So I should ask her out?” He tries to clarify much to Robin’s dismay. Luckily for her the door opening saved her from another round of easily answered questions. And even more lucky for her it was you and not an actual customer.

“Hey what are you-” Steve was cut off by you taking his hand and dragging him to where you knew the break room was after bringing him lunch on multiple occasions. You had tried and failed to not think about this whole situation.

The one thing that had been bothering you the most is how long it was taking. You realized it was because you let Steve call the shots, and you quickly remembered why you never let Steve call the shots. Steve took too long to make decisions and well you knew what you wanted. So you had always been the leader in your friendship, deciding what movies you’d watch, what games you’d play, the parties you would go to. Everything really. You could do that here too, you realized.

When you close the door behind you Steve is looking at you expectantly. He’s half thinking that you’re gonna cuss him out, so he doesn’t expect it when you grab him by his shirt to kiss him. You’re all over him for about five seconds. Your scent. Your taste. Your skin. Your hair. Then you’re gone. Patting his shirt back in place, shakily. You’re nervous. Steve realizes.

“Okay that was all-” Steve’s pulling you back to him before you can run off. Letting his lips capture yours just the way he’d dreamed of. Feeling you relax into him as he cradles your face.

“So sweet.” He murmurs against your lips. He finds it amusing how the words send you back into your shyness from last night. The way you went from determined to timid and unable to even look at him properly. Steve was curious about this side of you. You were never this easily flustered.

“When did you get so shy?” He asks and you know he’s taunting you. He’s still holding you close to him, his fingers messing with the ends of your hair as he tries to find any reason to keep touching you.

“M’not.” You oppose half-heartedly. He lets out a gentle sound of acknowledgment, obviously ignoring you, and knowing he would press all those buttons later. Privately.

“You’re so beautiful.” You think he’s still teasing you and you hate that it's working when you feel your face heat up and you’re hiding it in his chest. Steve really means it though, it was the first thought that came to his head when he saw you walking through the door. Your hair free and your face without makeup. A skirt that your mom would deem a few inches too short and a shirt that he’s seen a million times because you love it so much.

Gathering your courage, you finally look at him. His kiss swollen lips are the first thing that grabs your attention the second is the way he’s looking at you. Like he’s waiting on you to call the next shot.

“Will Robin be okay, if we go to your car?” The next few moments are a blur because now he’s the one dragging you out of the breakroom, pausing only long enough for Steve to beg Robin to cover for him. Which she agreed to with a poorly concealed smirk on her face.

You were expecting Steve to open the back door and usher you inside. Instead he opens the driver side and pats his lap expectantly, after moving his seat all the way back. When you hesitate he’s grabbing you by your thighs and maneuvering you to where he wants you. “What if someone sees us?” You ask, knowing how fast information like this whipped around town.

“Nobody parks on this side, honey.” Steve tells you those big puppy dog eyes staring into you. And because he’s Steve, and he’s calling you honey, and you trust him more than anyone you know, you believe him.

“Okay.” Is all you say before your lips are back on Steve’s. It was a sweet kiss really, and Steve tried to let you control it for a while, until you were trying to back away from him again. With his experienced lips working over yours, you’re so consumed you barely realize the way you’re grinding yourself over his lap. Well not until his hands are on your ass, pushing your skirt up and controlling your once sloppy movement.

“There you go, sweetheart.” He says breathlessly, when he finally comes up for air. His lips find purchase against your neck. He kisses his way up the slope of it, relishing in the sound of your little gasps, until one particular spot sends a shudder down your spine. He sucks that spot.

Absent-mindedly, your hands find their way off his shoulders and into his hair, barely thinking about it twice before you rake your nails across his scalp softly. The soft hum he lets out gives you indication that you should continue. Your hands stay in his hair for a bit, and you’re too nervous to actually pull it, but it does get you thinking about the other places on his body he has hair. Namely his happy trail. It sat perfectly right in between his abs and you usually had to avoid looking for your own sake.

You’re yanking his shirt out of his jeans before you give it much more thought. And even though you’re too busy humping Steve to get a good look, feeling it against your bare hands has you whimpering.

“Stevie-” You’re cut off by your own moan as your clit catches perfectly against Steve’s zipper. It doesn’t get past Steve that you sound so fucked out. Your tone bordering on a whine, clearly frustrated.

“Look at you.” Steve coos. “Doin’ such a good job for me, sweet girl.” Pressing a light kiss to your lips. Steve couldn’t help watching you chase your own pleasure, shivering at his praise.. Your eyes pinched shut, but your hands are all over him like you know every part of his body.

“Can you open your eyes for me?” He asks with his hands pushing your hair out your face. When you do, he admires how dazed you look. How you probably barely remember your own name. “There she is.” Steve knew he was about two seconds from coming in his pants. He was also aware of the fact that once you were done with him he’d have to go back inside to finish working his shift.

“Stevie” You start again, “M’so close. Feels so good.” You tell him, your movements becoming frantic causing your boobs to sway deliciously. You don’t register your top being pulled down, until you feel Steve licking at your nipple.

A hungry groan rising from the back of his throat. “Perfect fucking tits.” His hands leave your ass, leaving the pace to you. He pinches your right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it to test your reaction. When you lurch into him. Humping him harder than before, he knows he’s a goner. But you are first. Your orgasm hits you so fast, it surprises you with tears springing to your eyes at the intensity.

Steve’s a close second behind you, leaving the two of you panting and trying to catch your breath. As soon as Steve recovers he’s tending to you, pulling your top back in place, trying to see how you felt.

He can’t help but admire that after that you went right back to your embarrassed state, obviously self conscious. “You’re perfect.” He tells you again, pressing another light kiss to your lips. When you grin at him, his heart beats fast and he can’t help but be happy at the line the two of you just crossed.

“You too.” You say, your head is still a bit fuzzy as you check the damage. You’re about to launch into an apology about the obvious wet spot on Steve jeans but he beats you to it. “Stop worrying.” He’d been watching the spot form as time went on and kept willing it to get bigger. Liked that you were making a mess all over him and yourself too.

“You have to go back to work.” You state, guiltily.

“I have an extra pair of pants in the backseat, sweetheart. We’re all good.” You’re relieved for a number of reasons, climbing off him into the passenger seat. You don’t know what you were expecting but you realized it wasn’t him yanking his pants off, revealing his now cum stained gray boxers. And you certainly weren’t expecting him to drag the boxers off as well, which revealed his huge fucking dick. The tip is now sloppy and slightly red, and you can tell it isn’t as hard as it was.

“Oh fuck.” You say barely recognizing your own voice. Only to repeat yourself when he uses his sullied boxers to wipe the rest of the cum off, watching it twitch from the stimulation.

“He doesn’t like to be stared at, ya know.” Steve teases you, reaching back for his jeans.

Your eyes keep flickering back to his face and back to his dick, and you know there’s no way he’s been carrying that around for the entirety of your friendship and you simply had no idea.

“Steve.” You say dumbfounded. No words available to express your shock, as he pulled his pants on to cover himself.

“No more ‘Stevie’?” He asks, mocking you. The smile on his face tells you he’s just messing with you but you can’t help your cheeks going up in flames.

“You’re the worst.” You huff, but you’re still smiling despite your embarrassment.

“Mhm.” He’s reaching over the console to kiss you again, this time sweet and chaste.

“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you open for me, before I fuck you, sweetheart.” You gasp feeling his hand on the band of your underwear.

“Lift up for me.” You do, allowing him to pull the drenched fabric off of you, you hide your face in your hands when he lifts it to his face to sniff. You were quickly coming to the realization that your best friend was dirtier than you ever realized, even with all the gossip that got back to you.

You feel yourself manage to flush even further when he murmurs to himself “sweetest fucking girl” he stuffing them in his pocket in the next second, then reaching back over for you when his phone lights up.

Robin’s name lighting up the screen. He huffs a little as he reads the text and you know she’s getting snappy.

“Come on, let's go before Robin kills you.” There’s no use in asking for your underwear back so you just pull your skirt down as far as it will go before stepping out the car, trying to ignore the slickness of your thighs. After Steve walks you to your car, he presses a kiss to your forehead, stating that you’ll talk later.

When he walks back into Family Video he looks disheveled, a completely new pair of pants, his shirt no longer tucked and wrinkled, but Robin is relieved to know that she won’t have to answer anymore stupid questions from him.So she leaves him be for the moment, but he definitely owes her big time.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington #smut #fantasylandloserfic

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steddie-as-they-come · 6 months

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Eddie's hanging out in Family Video during Steve and Robin's shift, just being a general nuisance, when it begins.

The other two are talking in low voices in the back corner, discussing something Eddie can't hear. Normally he'd get up and go over there, insert himself into the conversation, command their attention, but he's too busy judgmentally rifling through Family Video's paltry horror movie supply to care that much.

He sneaks a glance over, and then he sees it.

Steve presses a kiss to Robin's forehead.

Eddie has to drop the tape he's holding before he does something stupid like break it out of jealousy.

And he knows, okay, he's heard it no less than eight million times, they're platonic with a capital P. That doesn't stop the little green monster in his chest from rearing its head.

It doesn't stop there, either. Eddie starts to see Steve kiss the rest of the Party. Simple little forehead kisses and temple kisses and kisses on the crowns of their heads, like he's their parent, which, well, he is. He does it when Dustin needs comfort. He slings an arm around Lucas and pulls him close for a kiss on the temple when Lucas makes a particularly good shot for basketball. He does it to Max, on one of her bad days. He even does it to Mike absentmindedly, who makes a feral screech like an angry cat before everyone starts to laugh at him. And of course, he and Robin are always all over each other.

But he won't kiss Eddie.

It's stupid that he expects it. They don't know each other. Steve's been with this group, been saving them from monsters and scientists and torturers for forever.

Eddie still wants in on it. If only to indulge his pathetic little crush on the former King of Hawkins High.

One night, Steve hosts a movie night, and Dustin invites Eddie along. He goes, because of course he does, and takes a seat on the end of the couch as Steve puts in the tape.

Eddie immediately forgets what the movie is, because Steve sits down next to him. His entire brain is a fuzzy kind of static that only intensifies when Steve scoots closer.

"Sorry," is the first word Eddie registers out of Steve's mouth, and he hastily tries to collect his thoughts. Steve moves closer, which doesn't help.

He peers around Steve and sees the kids all trying to squish onto the couch. "Scoot over, Eddie!" Mike shouts, and Eddie moves as close as he can to the arm of the couch. Steve follows, arm around him and thighs pressed close together.

Okay, then. Eddie can die happily tonight, apparently.

Something jumps at the screen, and Steve flinches.

Eddie learns a new thing about Steve that night. Apparently, when Steve gets frightened, he pulls everyone within reach towards him, like he's trying to shield them with his body. Eddie finds himself hugged to Steve's chest and has to employ breathing exercises to get rid of his new little...problem.

He somehow makes it through the movie without spontaneously combusting, a feat nothing short of a miracle. The kids run to the kitchen and Eddie can hear Dustin pick up the phone and say, "Hello, Paulie's Pizza?"

Steve sighs and gets up. "I did not say they could order pizza," he grumbles. He extends his hand to Eddie, and after a second of bewildered staring, Eddie manages to grab it and pull himself to standing.

Robin's sitting on the couch still (she had been on the other side of Steve), and she watches this interaction with an unreadable expression on her face.

Well, unreadable to Eddie, anyway. Steve and Robin proceed to have an entire conversation with just facial expressions, and Eddie is left in the dark about it.

Steve finally rolls his eyes and stalks into the kitchen. He distracts Dustin with a kiss on the top of his head, then steals the phone. "Hi, yeah," he says, and Eddie recognizes that voice as his King-Steve-takes-what-he-wants voice. "No, that's right. Two medium pepperoni pizzas and a side of garlic knots, yep."

He listens, then says, "I'll be over to pick it up," then places the phone back on the receiver with a click.

"I'm going to get the food." he announces to the room at large. "Eddie, you coming?"

"Sure?" Eddie slings his leather jacket from the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and slides his sneakers on.

The drive is quiet. Multiple times, it looks like Steve wants to say something, but he never does. When the two of them walk in to get the pizza, Steve grabs both boxes. "Can you get the door, Eds?"

Eddie wants to tease him about the new nickname, but he chooses not to, opting instead to nod and say, "Sure thing, Stevie." He pulls open the glass door and says, with a mock bow and a grand gesture, "Your majesty."

Steve rolls his eyes. "Thanks." He (finally!!) goes to kiss Eddie.

However, Eddie is not as short as the kids (and Robin) who Steve normally does this to. Eddie's pretty sure the kiss is supposed to land on his forehead.

It lands on his mouth.

Pretty shoddy kiss, as it were. Mostly, Steve kisses the corner of Eddie's mouth.

Both of their faces burn red. If not for Steve's sports-playing, monster-killing reflexes, the pizzas would be on the ground right now.

"Sorry!" Steve says, hurrying out to his car and tossing the food in the backseat. "Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Eddie slides into the passenger seat. "Finally!" he says.

"What?"

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Steve, I've been the only one who you haven't been bestowing kisses upon for weeks now. Sorry if I'm excited to be included in the group."

Steve starts the car. "But...those are all platonic kisses."

Eddie scoffs. "What, and kissing me wouldn't be?"

Steve is silent.

"REALLY?" Eddie yells. "Wait, wait-" He leans over the center console. "Steve Harrington, if you wanted a kiss, a romantic kiss, you could have told me before cuddling with me all night!"

Steve sighs. "Fine. Eddie Munson, I'm going to kiss you romantically."

And he leans in.

Eddie's obsessed with the curve and dip of Steve's mouth against his. He greedily cups his hand against Steve's face, his other hand propped up against the center console. Steve tastes like the soda he was drinking earlier, mixed with something richer and deeper that's wholly, entirely Steve.

They break apart at a small crackle from Steve's inner pocket.

"Henderson," Steve says exasperatedly. "That kid is so damn impatient."

"Steve!" Dustin's voice comes from the walkie Steve pulls out. "Have you gotten the pizza yet?"

"Yes, you little shit, we're coming back now." Steve sighs. "Oh! Henderson, find Robin. Tell her it happened."

Eddie shoots Steve a confused look, but Steve just holds up a placating hand, a slight smile on his face.

"OH MY GOD STEVE!" comes Robin's voice on the walkie. "HELL YEAH!"

Steve cackles and leans back in to kiss Eddie, who happily accepts.

#truth be told i could have put this in the living hawkins au #but i like it better as its own thing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic

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nesonkin · 2 years

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Never forget that the very first memory of Captain Asimov's time on the Rugger Guard to be highlighted is Ise decking Izumo

#dairugger #kikou kantai dairugger xv #armored fleet dairugger xv #vehicle voltron #voltron vehicle force #dick asimov #captain newley #tatsuo izumo #shannon voltron #shinji ise #commander hawkins

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sidekickjoey · 1 year

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I think it’d be really great, personally, if Steve one day dressed like he used to just to fuck with everyone, only for Eddie to absolutely love it.

I’m talking the ridiculously high and over-gelled hair, super preppy shirt with a little preppy collar, and khakis. The whole suburban goodie-goodie ‘I’ll have your daughter home by 8′ experience. The King Steve™ chic.

The kids all howl when they see him. Dustin pretends to gag. Max asks if Steve lost a bet. Mike appears seconds from a breakdown, because the last time he saw Steve like this was when he was dating his sister, and lord help him if that headache returns to his life. It’s pure pandemonium. Robin cracking joke after joke between her loud, wheezy laughs doesn’t help, either.

The only one who seems to be without a snarky comment is Eddie, because while he does agree with the peanut gallery that this version of Steve looks way-too-stuffy and borderline dorky, it’s also the version he originally fell for. He watched this Steve command the halls of Hawkins High and pined after him with reckless teenage abandon. He grew up knowing nothing ever could possibly happen between him and someone dressed like that, but still secretly dreaming about it when pre-calc got too confusing or Gareth’s rants about his little sister ventured into boring territory. This Steve had hooked Eddie from the start. This Steve had been his teenage dream.

So, when Steve saunters up to Eddie in his khakis and stuffy shirt, gazing up at him with the tender eyes of the newer, softer, caring Steve Eddie’s come to know and secretly love, asking for his opinion? Well, Eddie doesn’t quite feel like keeping his feelings secret anymore. Instead of commenting on his clothes, Eddie chooses to rumple them in his fist and pull Steve impossibly close to plant the very same passionate kiss he dreamed of delivering in high school to his lips.

Imagine Eddie’s delight when, soon after, he finds the new Steve, his Steve, smiling back as if the kiss were his high school dream, too.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things headcanon #st4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things ficlet #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season 1 #st1

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the-joy-of-knowledge · 5 months

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A Guide to Mastery: Finding Your Life's Work

Mastery is what we hope to attain. We hope to get a point where we become master of our fields, experts of our work, and mentors to younger people. But the big question we ask ourselves is "what should I do?" "what can I do?" "what is my purpose in life?" and that is a very big question that we might spend our entire lives trying to figure out.

It is difficult now, especially when we hear people talk about their careers, we see updates on people's career changes on LinkedIn and everyone is vying for a job in big tech, big law, consulting, Wall Street and you feel left out, not good enough, in fact discouraged.

However, you can find fulfillment by taking this self-discovery one step at a time, at a pace that best suits your skills, and still rise to the top.

Here is how to find your Life's work:

Look back to your childhood

Often to figure out what you want to do or who you want to become you have to look back to your past, your childhood. What made you tick? What classes were most fun for you? Who did you enjoy watching or spending time with growing up? The answers can give you a peek into the kind of life you want. Growing up I enjoyed reading biographies of people. I was obsessed with how they became successful and how they set themselves apart - now my writing mirrors that.

2. Find your niche

The uncertainty or discomfort you feel could be caused by not fitting into one field. You feel like you can do a lot more than there is out there. This is a great feeling. if you feel this way do not be discouraged. It is your life's journey to figure out the intersection of your interest. It is a sign that you should try out multiple things. Your career may become an amalgamation of your interest, ideas, disciplines, and fields. Here are some intersections that I found in people I admire:

Design + Technology - Steve Jobs- Apple Co-founder, Brian Chesky - Airbnb Co-founder

Food + Technology - Apoorva Mehta; co-founder Instacart

Culture + Commerce - Most architects, designers fit this category

Science + Art - Trip Hawkins; founder of Electronic Arts

Community + technology - Whitney Wolfe Herd; Founder of Bumble

Food + business: Kaspar Basse; founder of Joe & The Juice

Sportsmanship + design - Phil Knight; co-founder of Nike

Environmentalism + Sportsmanship - Yvon Chouinard; founder of Patagonia

These people are at the top of their fields. You can start by having a double major, or minoring in a totally different field (Art + Finance, Biology + Sports management etc)

3. Resist the pressure of the majority

There is always a group of people on the other side of your interest and skills - parents, friends, professors, peers who want something different from what you aspire to. You love art but they remind you that the pay is meagre, you want be a lawyer but they tell you, you are not good enough for law. You see, the salary you get paid for doing something you love should not stop you from getting started. You will eventually become so good that the value you provide will eventually command a huge compensation but for now bend down and learn.

4. Find a mentor

Once you get a glimpse of what you feel like you want to do. Find a mentor, your mentor could be distant or imminent. A distant mentor could be a renowned expert, a person you stumble upon through a book, an interview etc. Their story inspires you and you somehow you feel seen, you goals aren't so impossible anymore. The imminent mentors are the people you meet through school, work and whose work has some skills you need to learn for your Life's work. Your relationship with them or experience with them is the closest to reality of your Life's Work. Learn as much as you can in this process.

Welcome to my A Guide to Mastery series inspired by the book Mastery.

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shares-a-vest · 3 months

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@steddielovemonth Day 10: Love is... Missing each other (Prompt by @lihhelsing)

wc: 723 | Rated: T for suggestive language & flirtacious banter | cw: None

Tags: Phone Calls, Rockstar!Eddie, Homesick, Eddie Misses Steve

Stevie, what are you wearing?

Eddie flips onto his stomach once he finally hears a dial tone. He didn’t think it would take this long, calling the concierge to transfer him to an international call, confirming his credit card and then waiting eons for a connection.

But fuck it, he misses his not-legally-binding husband.

It’s only been a week and the band has been killing it so far but…

Call him selfish, but Eddie misses the hell out of Steve, he is desperately resiting the urge to flee back to the airport and fly home. And he feels like a pathetic sap about it.

Maybe next time he should force the boys, their management and basically everyone around Corroded Coffin to set their touring to fit in with Steve’s school schedule. Yes, that could work – certainly much better than admitting how much he wants to be snuggled up in his comfy bed with Steve, drifting off to sleep together, hopefully without their cats bothering them too much.

The ringing continues and he worries that it is going to run out entirely. He bites at his thumb nail in anticipation – it’s not like he pre-organised this phone call and god knows what time it is in Hawkins.

“Hello?” Steve grumbles on the other end.

He sounds groggy with sleep, his voice a little far away as he likely fumbles for his glasses. Eddie grins and crosses his ankles, giddy like a goddamn schoolgirl calling her crush.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he beams, earning a whine at his equitable lack of volume control.

“S’early,” Steve mumbles, “Miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Eddie coos down the line.

Steve huffs a laugh and echoes, “Miss you so much…”

There’s a rustling sound that follows and Steve hums.

“What are you doing?” Eddie wonders aloud.

“Getting comfy again,” Steve replies, “Closin’ my eyes and pretending you are next to me.”

“That so?”

Steve hums in the affirmative.

“Stevie…” Eddie purrs as he flips onto his back, “What are you wearing?”

“Sweatpants,” Steve replies, a smile evident in his voice.

“Nothing else...” he wonders.

“Nope!” Steve sounds a little more awake now.

“The barest chest,” Eddie continues, squirming around, feeling a teasing tingle at the thought –

– Until the phone cord almost cuts off his air supply.

He palms around (though if anyone were to see him, it would probably be better described as a full-bodied flail) and tugs at the cord enough that something topples off the nightstand.

Whatever. As long as he can still hear Steve’s quiet and even breathing on the other end.

“What about you, Elvis?” Steve soon teases.

Eddie grimaces but responds nonetheless.

“I’m in my jeans,” he supplies, trying to remain at least a little coy, “And a t-shirt.”

“So, you aren’t ready for bed?” Steve teases, giggling out a little tee-hee that makes Eddie’s heart flutter – god he loves this silly man.

“Not until after I speak to you, precious,” he deadpans.

There’s another sound – like Steve is moving around amongst the bedsheets again. Eddie wiggles his brows and hastily hooks a finger under his waistband. But he soon scrunches his nose. He probably should have removed his belt and unzipped his fly during the never-ending dial tone.

“Shit,” Steve curses before groaning in a very unfun manner, “Oh no, buddy, c’mon!”

“What is it?” Eddie asks, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Go on, scram!” Steve commands, ignoring the question before whining again – one that sounds like whatever he is doing is an exercise in futility, “The cat won’t get off the bed.”

Eddie sinks back down.

Goddamn it.

“Which menace is bothering you, my darling?” he sighs, scrubbing his free hand over his face.

“Freddy.”

Eddie stifles a whimper as his heart swells. Of course, it’s the most adorable, scruffiest, wide-eyed and mischievous cat that’s annoying the heck out of Steve. A cat Steve himself only barely tolerates. Eddie can only imagine what Freddy must get up to when he touring.

“Fredrick?” he can’t help but beam, “Put him on the phone!”

“Eddie!”

“Please?” he begs, “I want to talk to him.”

“But what about…” Steve says, “Well, y’know?”

Eddie waves Steve’s worry away (even if he can’t see him).

“Keep it in your pants, Big Boy. We’ll get to that. Now put my son on the phone this instant!”

#this is only a suggestive little ficlet but it's under a 'read more' just in case #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #rockstar!eddie munson #steddielovemonth

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miheartsedthings · 1 month

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dom billy x sub reader. angry sex.

He’s had a fight with Neil and takes his anger out on you as stress relief. Full on rough missionary sex where he breaks the bed. Ofc that doesn’t stop him hehe. some after care at the end please.

Took me a minute to figure out how I wanted to do this, but it finally came through! Hope it's everything you hoped for :)

@billysbot

Use Me.

NSFW 18+ only. DomBillyX SubbyReader

Warnings: Angry sex, punishment, mean/aggressive Billy, dacryphilia, rough play, degradation/praise kink (a blend).

Billy can’t seem to ignore calls from his dad and he doesn’t know why. When his name pops up on his phone every instinct in him says to ignore it, yet theres some deeper drive pushing him to follow through. He picks up, and then hates himself for it later. That man has a talent for disguising his cruelty as parental concern and being states away from Hawkins hasn’t changed that. He’ll call every other week to ‘check in’, interrogating Billy about his progress in college or how much he’s making at the garage. What bothers him most is when his dad inquires about you.

“That girl still putting up with you?” or “Sure you didn’t drug her?” and sometimes, “What do you two even do together? Paint each other’s toenails?”

All of this is accompanied by laughter, playing it off as a joke until Billy shows it bothers him. At which point Neil turns reprimanding.

“So damn emotional. Did I not teach you well enough how to be a man?”

Be a man.

Billy’s told you about growing up under that command and how impossible it was. Neil didn’t want his son to be a man. He didn’t want a loyal, intelligent, passionate kid. The kid he had. He wanted a pet. Someone he could direct and who would follow orders. Take a kick from time to time and never complain, never fight back, only bend further and further. It was impossible to be this without filling up with some poison. Tidal waves of anger and despair. Billy had felt all of it throughout his life and now he’s away. He’s far from Hawkins and his dad but he’s still carrying it around. His weather follows him, storm clouds erupting above his head when Neil calls. Why the fuck does he answer?

He started the morning with one of these calls and like no other time it’s filled him with so much fury. His anger persisted through the day, making work drag on. Even his workout was intense as he strained his body, full of indignation. He came home still swelled with anger, his mind rolling over questions that were infuriatingly hard to answer. Why did it still matter what his dad thought of him? Why does he care so much when he makes jokes about you? Why does he answer? Why can’t he stop feeling like a failure no matter what he accomplishes? No matter how often you tell him you love him why can’t he stop wondering when you’re gonna leave? Why can’t he truly trust anyone?

He comes home, sweaty, and miserable, anger seeping from his pores. He doesn’t look at you when he walks into the little apartment.

“Hey,” you call from the kitchen where you’re leaning against the counter flipping through recipes on your phone.

“Hey,” he mumbles and disappears into the bedroom, his gym bag on his shoulder. Instantly, the air is tense. You’ve been around Billy long enough to know when he’s close to erupting. You pad over to the bedroom, leaning against the doorjam. His face is red and tight, eyes dark as he strips from his musty gym stuff. He still won’t look at you.

“I’m thinking about salmon for dinner but I don’t know.”

He doesn’t respond, tossing his clothes toward the hamper but not in it. You cross the room and correct this.

“We could order out–”

“I don’t care.”

His tone is careless and heavy with warning as he marches naked into the bathroom. Your eyes slip down to watch his beautiful asscheeks as he goes. Then the door shuts, cutting off your view. You hear the shower turn on and plop down on the bed, hearing the old frame creak. You’re not sure what’s got him upset this time, but you’d hoped going to the gym would fix it because you’ve been missing his body all day and it’s killing you. If you were allowed to touch yourself when he wasn’t around, you would’ve played with your toys while he was working out. It would’ve been so nice to fill yourself, fucking your cunt with the dildo he’d gotten you for Christmas, imagining it was him. You catch yourself rubbing your thighs together, your lips so wet they slip against each other.

You lay back and pull up your skirt and your hand goes to your panties for just a moment. Just one squeeze of your clit between your middle and ring fingers, making it pulse. A soft sound escapes and you snatch your hand away, pulling down your skirt. It doesn’t matter how bad you want it, rules are rules and you have to be good. You get up and cross to the mirror on the dresser. Maybe it’s not so unfortunate that he’s mad tonight. He’ll need a release for all that aggression.

You change into a dress you know he loves on you. The one you’re not allowed to wear out because it hugs you so well, showing off your cleavage and riding up when you walk. Once dressed, you pluck a book you’ve read a dozen times from the shelf and lay on your stomach on the bed, ass facing the bathroom door. You consider taking off your panties, but he likes peeling them off himself. So you lay there, unable to see a single word on the page because all you can visualize is him diving face-first into your pussy.

He’d eaten you for a solid hour a week before, slow and sloppy while you lay there melting into his mouth again and again. The memory sends a shiver through you. Then, you remember just the other night, you’d aced a an exam he helped you study for and your reward had been getting filled from behind while a vibrating buttplug pulsed in your ass. You came so hard it made you cry. God, you want that again. Behind you, the shower turns off, and your stomach flutters with anticipation. You stop your wiggling hips, sometimes they move on their own but right now you have to be patient.

The bathroom door opens and you jolt, staring uncomprehendingly at the book in your hand. You hear Billy stop in the doorway, feel his eyes on you, giving you goosebumps. The silence feels like a living thing. It breathes between you and hardly leaves room for your shallow inhales. He moves, and his towel is flung across the bed beside you, flustering your nerves again.

“What’cha doin?”

His tone hasn’t softened a bit, and when you look back at him, you’re met with the same cold expression. If anything, his anger has set in further. His brows are a hard line above his darkened eyes, his jaw set. He looks at you, completely unamused and you’re nervous for a moment that you won’t pull this off. Then, your confidence returns, you raise your brows, your face relaxed into perfect innocence.

“Me?” you ask, your voice kitten soft, “I thought I’d read a little before making dinner.”

While you speak, you slowly move back onto your knees, your ass poking up for a moment before you sit up, your legs folded under you and sitting on your heels. The perfect little princess pose. Your gaze moves down his chest, eager to see the rest of his naked body, but he grabs your chin, lording over you.

“Uh uh, eyes up here,” he says. You look up at him, and you know he can see the desire in your eyes. He shakes his head. “You don’t want this right now, angel.”

His warning makes you salivate.

“Of course I do.” you say with complete sincerity “Fuck it all out.”

A thrill pulses down into his groin. He glares.

“I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Please.”

He scoffs.

“Really, baby?”

You nod, your mind full of fantazises, his cock driving into you, your eyes spilling over with tears, his strong arms forcing you into a hold while he cums on your face or in your ass or- he yanks you out of your thoughts and off the bed.

“Fuck-so fuckin dumb, you sweet little idiot-get on your knees.”

You obey, dropping to your knees, back in Princess Position. Finally allowed to look, your eyes are filled with his beautiful dick as he strokes it in your face. Your mouth falls open before he can ask, your tongue lulling out to eagerly flick at the drops of precum seeping from the tip. He grabs a fistful of your hair, sharply yanking you back.

“Did I say you could taste it yet?” you shake your head. “Huh?”

“No.” He smacks you quickly across the cheek. “No, sir.” you say, nearly panting from excitement. Your brain goes foggy as you watch him stroke himself. He lifts up his shaft, pushing your face underneath. Instinctively, you gently suck one of his balls into your mouth.

“There,” he groans. “That’s what you get until you earn my cock.”

You accept this, setting to work messaging his balls with your mouth, one and then the other, making him groan each time you envelope one of them. Your hands are crossed behind your back, and you know if you move them he’ll punish you, but you want so badly to get a hand around the base of his balls while you suck them. You moan at the thought, and the feeling of his nutsack on your face.

He pulls your head back and you open your mouth just in time for him to roughly shove his dick down your throat.

“Fuck,” he groans, pushing your head onto it with both hands. You squirm as it meets the back of your throat and he starts fucking your face harder than you were prepared for. Your throat fills with thick spit, your eyes already stinging. “You’re such a good slut, baby,” he says “Dumb. Fucking. Princess.”

With those three words he thrusts his cock into the back of your throat three sharp times and on the last time you gag, your throat starting to hurt.

“Ohhh,” he chuckles darkly, then pulls your head back just long enough to stick his fingers down your throat, collect a gooey spread of saliva and slap it across your face, rubbing it over your lips before ramming himself back in. He helps guide your head as you take his length, the sound of his cock churning your throat mixes with his gruff moans. You can't help wiggling, finding friction grinding against your heel. You moan as you work your clit against your heel, your panties so wet they're stuck to you.

He yanks out his dick and bends to bring his dark eyes level with yours, glaring.

“Are you fucking yourself without my permission?”

You shake your head. You didn't think it was possible for his expression to harden any more, but it does, and his grip on your hair tightens.

“You're picking the wrong time to disobey me.”

He commands you to move your heels out to the sides so you're no longer able to sit on them. Then, he reaches down and yanks up the front of your thong, making you yelp as your sensitive pussy is instantly in pain.

“Hold this.”

Your hand takes up the thong, now pulled taut up to your belly button, so tight you feel every pulse of blood to your already aching clit. He reaches down and smacks it, making you jolt and yelp again.

“Don't you move.”

You nod, and then he's back in your mouth. He slams himself in until your lips are flush against him and then fucks your throat. Spit dribbles from your chin and you struggle to breath as he stuffs your mouth over and over. You can't stop feeling the ach in your clit, screaming for release from the tension of your panties. Billy uses your throat like a stress reliever, unrelenting in the way he pounds into it, his head falling back in pleasure. Your eyes travel up, admiring the rolling mounds of muscle along his body. His strong, arms and chiseled shoulders, all the way up to his throat, where his Adam’s apple is on display, God, you sometimes fantasize about rubbing your clit around that perfect bone.

Your jaw burns, and your eyes water, clouding your vision. Your mouth is just a hot, softened hole for him to play with. He looks down at you, admiring the empty look in your eye. Meanwhile, your legs are falling asleep.

“There she is, my favorite little dummy, finally being good for me.”

A rush of pleasure pulses harshly through your tortured cunt and tears finally spill down your cheeks from the roaming flushes of pain in your body. Billy gives you a few more merciless thrusts before pulling your head back, leaving you slack jawed and panting, drool slicked down your chin.

“Get up,” he says, grabbing you by the arm he forces you to bend over. You know better than to let go of your panties or move your other arm from behind your back, so you land face first in the duvet while he runs a finger along your horribly tender pussy.

“Looks like it hurts.” He says, a sadistic thrill in his voice.

“Yes sir,” you whimper. You don't see the little smile on his face when you say that.

“Let me help.”

You think he's going to say you can let go, instead he smacks your ass so hard it genuinely scares you, forcing you to cry out in pain and surprise. The sting is still bright when he does it again and then a third time, drawing pained whimpers every time. You bury your face into the duvet.

“Better, yeah?”

You don't answer, and he's not really asking. He shoves two fingers in your pussy, a bittersweet rush of pleasure bumps against your tortured clit. He moans at the feeling of your pussy gripping his fingers.

“So greedy for me.”

He grabs you, tossing you on your back so roughly the bed frame creaks again. You quickly correct your hand, pulling it from behind you and placing it on your belly, where he likes it. Your eyes still teary, you're praying he releases your clit, but be doesn't. Instead, he kneels on the ground, a cruel grin taking over his features as he places his hot mouth over the cloth choking your pussy. It's so close to being pleasurable, so close to the thing you want that it actually makes you start whimpering.

“Please,” you whine, earning a rough slap against your clit, making you cringe in pain.

“Did I say you could speak?”

You shake your head.

“No, sir.”

“I didn't think so.” He shakes his head “I'm really trying to be nice to you, baby.”

He grabs you and repositions you on the bed, getting between your legs. Your mind fills with pleading for him, your desperation clear on your face as you impatiently watch him stroke his cock just outside your entrance.

“Hold that leg back,” he commands and you use your free hand to obey, holding your leg behind the knee while he pushes down the other one, lining up with your cunt. Please, please. But your hopes are dashed when he pulls your panties aside just enough to push his cock in, but not enough to end your suffering. A little sob leaks out as his thick length fills you.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling closed. “Such a perfect pussy.”

His cock fills you, adding internal pressure to the strain against your clit. His hand comes down over your throat as he picks up speed, staring you right in the eye as he drills into you harder and harder until every smack stings your ass. He fucks you like he hates you and all you can do is take it, tears streaking down your cheeks. Pained little sobs blend with moans as your body is overwhelmed with conflicting tides. Meanwhile, Billy is in pure bliss. His cock stretches your pussy just enough, filling you so much you're kind of amazed you can take all of him inside.

He grabs the hand holding your panties and gives it a yank, forcing you to yelp in pain, a fresh crop of tears start falling and at the sight of it Billy moans again, keeping up his punishing rhythm. He pounds you into the bed, and after one particularly hard thrust you feel one of the support beams snap underneath you. For the first time all day, you see Billy smile. His hand goes to your panties again and you flinch, bracing for the pain.

“Want these off?”

You nod rapidly.

“Yes, sir. Please.”

“So polite, what a sweet little whore you are.”

He slips your panties off and the relief that washes over you is so immense you start to cry as he gets back to fucking you.

“Fuck,” you whimper out, unable to help yourself. The contrast is so incredible, and your clit is so sensitive that every brush against his pelvis makes your body shiver. Billy zeros in on this and asks you to touch yourself while he fucks you, your other hand still holding back your leg. All you can handle are slow swirls on your clit, but it's enough to make the shivers roaming your body constant and heavy.

Your eyes go unfocused as you get lost in the feeling of him fucking into you over and over. It feels so fucking perfect it makes you sob.

“Baby,” the word dribbles out against your will and his mouth comes down over yours. He's so good to you, helping you keep quiet because he knows you can't help it. He's so thoughtful. Your breath catches as your stomach drops and you feel yourself getting close. A nervous moan purrs onto his tongue while your pussy is slowly turning to liquid gold.

“Yeah,” he coos against your lips, “Cum on my cock, cum like a slut.”

Your pussy walls squeeze around him while your whole body thrums from the inside out, humming like a rung bell. You can't help the tears and the babbling words falling out of your shaky lips as you ride the delicious fullness of this feeling. His hand moves to the back of your neck, still roughly fucking you until his orgasm forces him out of rhythm.

“Fuck,” he pants “fuck, I love my perfect slut.”

Those words and his perfect cock are enough to set you off again, your eyes rolling back as he drills you into oblivion for the second time. He pumps thick, hot cum into you, coating you inside and then keeps going, groaning loudly. He kisses your forehead, your brain bleary. Your lower body hardly feels like it exists anymore, all you can feel is a luxurious pleasure and all you can see are his gorgeous blue eyes.

Fuck. This is all you need in life.

Finally, his hips slow to a stop and the two of you are left panting. The weight of his warm body slowly sinks onto you as he breathes onto your chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him.

He kisses your neck.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice soft and low. You nod.

“Are you?”

His arms wrap around you.

“I needed that so much, baby.”

You push your hand into his hair, gently stroking his scalp.

“What had you so upset, lovey?”

He snuggles into you, still buried inside you as his body recovers. He groans.

“Fuck it. C’mere.”

The two of you make your way into the bathroom where he joins you in a shower. You take your time together, washing each other and taking long breaks to mingle tongues in the gathering steam. His hands are so gentle as they move across your body. So different from the way he was in bed, as a living ball of anger. You lean your head against his shoulder, trying to keep your hair dry but at the same time not caring.

Later, in warmth and the soft leftover smell of your bodies on the sheets, he pulls you into his lap. He takes your hand into his own, his fingers running along your palm as you lay against him, hearing the rhythm of his breathing.

“Why do I answer?”

You’re nearly asleep when he asks this to no one, and your eyes flutter open to find the room growing dark. You can hardly see him in the fading light. Maybe that’s what he wants. In any case, he keeps his eyes down at your hands. You know instantly what he means.

“I don’t know,” you say, “There’s probably plenty of reasons.”

You turn, touching a hand to his cheek and kissing the other one, your lips trail down to his neck where you nuzzle in, amazed, as you always are, by the warmth he collects inside himself.

“Fuckin stupid thing to do.” He whispers.

“It’s not stupid.” you say, softly, your fingers slipping up to play with the hair behind his ear. “It’s just more than he deserves. He’s your dad, so there’s supposed to be something to gain from answering his calls. But he’s a failure, so it’s just bullshit every time.” you yawn, “You’re not stupid, lovey. You’re just too generous.”

He turns, finding your mouth and enveloping it into a slow, lazy kiss as you lounge on the broken bed. His tongue is soft and salty.

“Hmm,” you hum as the kiss gives way, “I love you, too.”

xoxo~

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #billy stranger things #fanfic #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove 18+#miheartsedthings #no minors allowed

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hellfirexhoe · 1 year

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I’m a sucker for Eddie and a Henderson sister trope could I request something where The reader is dustins sister super sarcastic just eye rolls constantly and Eddie loves flirting with her because of this and one day she has enough and just makes her move ? Thank you ❤️

Your wish is my command (3 months later) enjoy your random Tuesday night/Wednesday morning smut!

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pining, smut, oral sex(f! receiving), unprotected sex (I'm a whore).

3k words

"Henderson! You home?"

Eddie's booming voice coming from your front door makes you jump, you're used to him swinging by to pick up Dustin, but not at 11am on a Saturday when you’re trying to enjoy the relative peace of an empty house.

“I am, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the Henderson you want.” You call out, returning your attention back to your book as Eddie saunters through the hall.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know about that.” The flirtatious response comes without him missing a beat, making you shake your head at him, as he flops down on the sofa, narrowly avoiding sitting on your feet, “Where’s your brother then?”

You shrug, “How should I know? I thought he was leading a one-shot today?”

Eddie tilts his head to the side, “He is… not at 11am though. Kid begged me to come over for 11 to run some things by me.”

“I was thinking I’ve never seen you out of bed before 1pm on a weekend.”

“Oh? Think about me in bed a lot, do you?” You snort incredulously, rolling your eyes,

“Not what I was saying. At all.” You cast your eye up off the page in front of you, catching a glimpse of the smirk on Eddie’s face before quickly redirecting your attention, trying to ignore the heat pooling between your thighs and willing the blush in your cheeks to stop deepening.

You'd been nursing a pretty severe crush on the metalhead since the first time you'd had to pick up Dustin from a Hellfire session. You knew Eddie of course, there wasn't a person in Hawkins who didn't know Eddie. You'd been a senior with him during his first senior year. But it wasn't until you'd seen him at that meeting that you saw Eddie, hair wild, eyes bright and a huge smile on his face as he clapped Dustin on the back. You weren't sure exactly what changed when you saw him like that, just that it made your cheeks warm, his smile reflected in your face. You didn't speak to him at that session, you just waited in your car, flicking your lights at Dustin as he squinted around the parking lot. Making sure to get your face back to a neutral expression before your brother entered the car and grilled you. You had assumed it was a one off, something about good lighting hitting Eddie. But it happened again, and again.

It got worse every week but the pinnacle was the time you had to go hunting for Dustin, wandering the corridors until you found the room. Your crush at this point was so painfully obvious that even the sound of Eddie's voice, muffled by a door, was enough to set your heart racing. You've picked up Dustin from enough D&D sessions over the years to know its bad form to come bursting in when the dungeon master is mid flow, and from listening you can tell the session is winding up so you stay on the other side of the door, planning on grabbing Dustin by his arm before you have to see Eddie. Unfortunately, the group leaves as a pack, Eddie leading them out of the room and leaning against the door to let them out.

"Damn Henderson, why didn't you warn us your sister was a stone cold fox these days?" Eddie whistles as he takes you in, a smile slowly spreading over his features, Dustin wrinkles his nose at Eddie's words,

"Gross. That's my sister."

"Your very hot sister." Eddie persists, noticing the blush on your cheeks, ignoring Dustin's protests. You roll your eyes at Eddie, keen to save face, avoid letting Eddie know he's getting to you.

"Dream on Munson." You let your eyes linger on his face long enough to see a smirk. Damn it. He knew he was getting under your skin.

"Oh believe me, I'll be dreaming about it." He winks as you pull Dustin out to your car.

"Are you reading a dirty book Henderson?" Eddie's voice breaks the silence between you, you flick your eyes back up to his, twinkling with mischief.

"Why on earth would you think that?"

"Well… here I am, the object of all your desires. And you're there. Reading."

"Trying to read." You correct pointedly lifting the book into his line of sight.

"That's not a no…" Eddie pauses before he plucks the book from your hands, careful to keep your place marked with a hand as he flips through.

"Eddie!" You exclaim, reaching for the book, launching yourself onto his lap in your effort to grab it from him.

"Well hey there," Eddie smiles at you, inches from your face as he holds the book in the air.

"Hi," You breathe out the word as you lean in against your better judgement. Eddie's hand that's not holding your book out of your reach comes to your face, pushing an errant strand of hair away from your face.

"Hey sis! Is Eddie here yet?" You dive off of Eddie's lap as you hear Dustin's voice calling from the door.

"Mhm. He's in here." You sit as far from Eddie on the couch as is physically possible, taking your book from Eddie wordlessly.

Another Saturday rolls around and once again you find yourself enjoying the empty house while your mother is spending time with her church group and Dustin delivered into the care of the Wheeler's by yourself that afternoon. You spend some of your afternoon sorting out laundry and making sure the house is tidy, eventually the July heat beats you and you head to the bathroom to get into the shower.

You lean your head back, letting the water massage your scalp, letting a sigh go as you relax. Of course as you relax you let your mind wander, and who could blame your mind for wandering to thoughts of a certain metalhead, imagining that the hands that trail along your body are his, that your soft fingertips teasing your nipples are his, pinching with a wicked grin on his face as he leans closer to you, brown eyes obscured by lust dilated pupils. One hand slips lower, gliding down your stomach until you find that spot between your thighs, your fantasies becoming so tangible you swear you can feel the ghost of cold rings on your inner thighs, your other hand reaches up, unhooking the shower head from your wall and letting the warm stream wash over you, relaxing your body further, tracing a slow path over your skin, intensifying the sensation between your thighs where your fingers are sliding over your clit, thoughts so tuned to Eddie you swear you could faintly smell him, aftershave layered over cigarettes and weed, a weak attempt at disguising the latter. As the water creeps closer to your core you lean back against the cool tile, giving you more support, needed, since your knees are growing weaker the further you indulge. You left a soft moan slip out,

"Oh, Eddie."

"Henderson?" Comes a confused voice from the other side of your bathroom door. Your eyes snap open, your imagination is good, but it's not that good.

You switch off the water, praying somehow Eddie didn't hear you moaning his name, cheeks ablaze as you realise you didn't bring clothes into the bathroom, just your towel. You poke your head around the door and Eddie quickly covers his eyes,

"Shit! You trying to kill me?"

"You're the one that arrived unannounced!" You retort, stepping out into the hallway and scurrying over to your room. "Dustin's not even here! He's at Mike's."

"No, I know, I came to see you. Didn't realise I'd be seeing quite so much of you though, lucky me." Even through your closed bedroom door you swear you can hear the smirk on his voice. You throw on some clothes and open your door,

"What do you want Eddie?" You sound harsher than you intend,

"Ouch. So hostile." Eddie pretends to clutch at his heart as though your words have grievously wounded him.

"Well I'm assuming you didn't come all the way out here just to flirt?"

"Ah, so you do know I'm flirting." Eddie flashes you a dazzling smile as he leans against your door frame, head tilted to the side.

"You're about as subtle as a brick Eddie." You point out flatly, earning a chuckle from the man before you.

"Okay, I might be way out of line saying this and feel free to kick me out if I'm wrong. But you like me too."

You don't answer, but you feel your face growing hotter.

"So you like me. I like you. Tell me why we can't be together."

"Because! You're friends with my brother and I'm not trying to take his friend away or make him uncomfortable." Eddie nods,

"That's a really nice sentiment, but what about you? What do you want?"

"That doesn't matter." You drop your gaze from his face to the floor as though your eyes might betray you and give up what you truly want. Eddie steps closer, taking your hands in his and squatting slightly so he's in your line of sight,

"It definitely matters. What do you want?"

Fuck it.

"You." Your voice scarcely a whisper but Eddie hears it nonetheless and is pressing you against your doorframe as he captures your lips in a searing kiss before you even have time to blink, or breathe, or think.

"Knew you liked me too." Eddie grins as he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, the cheesiness of his grin making you instinctively roll your eyes, avoiding eye contact with him until Eddie takes your chin in his hand, that dark smirk forming on his mouth, turning your head to the side to whisper in your ear,

"Roll your eyes at me again, I dare you." You shiver involuntarily at his breath on your neck, "Guess I could always find another way to make those pretty eyes roll." Eddie whispers this against the skin of your neck, punctuating his sentence with a soft bite to your skin there, just hard enough to make you whimper. Unconsciously your hands place themselves on his chest, stroking down until your hands are fiddling with his belt,

"Keen?" Eddie asks with a teasing smile on his face, eyes impossibly darkened with lust, you nod, straining your neck to be able to kiss him as you slip a hand inside his jeans making him flinch slightly and hiss,

"Shit, can we not do this in your hallway? Bit too exposed." You nod and pull him into your room by his shirt, kissing him with every step until you both land on your bed, Eddie stretching out a long leg to kick your door shut.

Eddie's hands roam your body freely, mapping out the spots that make you shiver all without breaking this kiss, while your hands shrug his jacket off, help him out of his trousers until only his shirt remains to be shed and your lips are forced to come apart as you yank it over his head. Eddie is swift to return the favour, stripping you of your clothes and underwear, pulling the covers of your bed over the both of you when he notices your slight discomfort at your vulnerable state.

"We can stop you know, I'm not some insatiable sex demon."

"So the rumours aren't true?" You tease, looking up at him with a cheeky smile, and he shakes his head, amused. Then his head disappears under your covers, kissing a trail down your body, destination abundantly obvious to you,

"Hey, you don't have to, uh, do that." Eddie lifts the sheet and his head reappears an incredulous expression on his face,

"No one's ever done this to you before have they?" You shake your head,

"Well that's fucking criminal. I know I don't have to but I would like to, if you want."

"I don't see what you're going to get out of it but go ahead." Eddie laughs as kisses your inner thighs,

"Let me show you what you've been missing." Eddie starts slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you, so instead of diving right in he does small kitten licks at your clit, letting you get used to the sensation. When he feels the tension leave your thighs and your soft sighs turn into needy moans he ups the ante, planting sloppy kisses on and around your clit, sucking softly, enough to make you tremble. Eddie teases your entrance with one finger, tracing slowly, lips coming away from your clit so that he can check in,

"Now, someone's definitely done this before, right?" Eddie presses a fraction harder to indicate what he's referring to and you nod,

"Wasn't good though." You admit a little breathlessly, "Felt like he was looking for his car keys." Eddie has to pause for a second, trying not to laugh at the exasperated expression on your face,

"Okay well, I'll do my best to not make you feel like that. If you want?" You nod, and Eddie slips his finger inside in one smooth motion and before you can stop them, your eyes roll back slightly and you see a smug grin on Eddie's face

"Told you I could find a way to make those pretty eyes roll." Eddie shifts himself so his face is back between your legs, mouth returning to lavish attention on your clit while Eddie slips a second finger inside you, crooking them slightly until they hit a spot that you were convinced only you knew about, your hips grinding against Eddie's face confirm that he's found your gspot and so he works his mouth and fingers in tandem, making that blissful warm heat that pools in your stomach spread, until all you can feel is waves of pleasure that refuse to abate because Eddie just keeps going, prolonging your orgasm until you're babbling slightly about how good he's making you feel. You don't remember when you shut your eyes but now they open to see Eddie beside you, looking very pleased with himself as he twists his glistening hand in the light, before taking his fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue.

"No theatrics, it's not that good."

"Oh I beg to differ." Eddie shifts so his hands are planted either side of your head and leans down to kiss you, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting you taste yourself on his tongue, groaning as he does so. As he deepens the kiss he presses his body against yours, as though any space between your bodies is a personal affront to him, he stops shy of lining himself up, never one to take advantage,

"Want to keep going?"

"Yes. Please." You wince a little at the desperation in your tone, feeling a little embarrassed, a feeling that soon leaves when you see the look on Eddie's face that you want him so badly your voice would give you away like that.

Eddie goes to climb off the bed in search of his wallet somewhere in the pile of clothes but you put a hand on his arm,

"I'm on the pill Eddie."

He chokes, "You want me bareback?" Eyes still bugging out of his skull when you nod, "Nope, please let me hear you say it, I can die happy then."

You snort but do as he asks, begging him go fuck you raw, inflating his ego beyond measure as you do so. But his ego is quickly deflated once more as he let's slip a whimper as he first slides in, feeling your soaked walls contract around him.

"Shit. So fucking tight. You okay?"

"I'm fine just ah never been so fucking full in all my life." You struggle to get the words out as you adjust to the pleasurable stretch of Eddie's cock splitting you open.

Eddie pulls back slowly, gritting his teeth as he resists his most basic urges to start slamming in recklessly, fucking you into next week. Instead he sets an almost painfully slow rhythm, with you feeling every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls with every motion, building your orgasm at a maddeningly slow pace.

"Faster Eddie please faster." You moan out, almost breaking his heart with the desperation in your voice.

"Hold on tight then." Eddie half jokes, hitching your legs around his waist and picking up his rhythm until he is railing you remorselesly, practically drooling at the way your body appears to pull him deeper inside you with every thurst, tightening as he pushes you closer to your peak. You send up a silent prayer of thanks that your house is relatively far away from your neighbours, knowing that the moans and cries of pleasure escaping both of you would definitely clue in your neighbours as to your activities.

"Getting close," You pant out, bidding Eddie to keep going, to keep ravaging you so perfectly. And he does, desperately rutting into you like it was his only goal in life to make you cum around his cock, and he gets his wish as you finish with a loud burst of expletives framing his name, nails scratching angry red lines down his back and legs trembling as they lock around his waist.

"I've got you, I've got you." Eddie soothes you as he keeps going, locking his lips with yours as he teeters on the edge, finally losing his last shred of control when you slip your tongue into his mouth.

You stay locked around each other like this for a few minutes, catching your breath together. You whine a little when Eddie finally pulls out, resenting the loss and shuddering a little at the foreign sensation of his cum leaking out of you.

"You okay?" Eddie strokes your face affectionately as he lays beside you, you nod,

"Don't think my legs will work for the rest of the day though."

"I wish I could say I'm sorry." You laugh at his cockiness and he smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss you. "How long do we have the house to ourselves for?"

You glance at the clock on your beside table, "About an hour."

"Oh imagine all the fun things we can get up to in an hour." Eddie earns another eye roll for this.

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