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Welp, this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head-

Meet Edwina, everyone!

Warnings: Sex, oral f receiving (Edwina receiving), Fem!Eddie Munson, GN!Reader, semi public sex)

Stepping into the record store, you were taken aback by how empty it was. Not that it mattered when your eyes were stuck to the woman behind the counter who was stocking up some cassettes. Her curly mass of hair was clipped up and away from her face, with a few pieces down to frame her face, which beams when you step inside.

“Hey stranger.”

The woman behind the counter leans on it, chin resting on bent hand. “Was hoping you'd show up. Anything you're looking for in particular?” She steps out, and your eyes catch her midriff. The band shirt tied and tucked under itself in a tantalizing dress code violation. She twirls a buoyant curl around her finger, warm chocolate eyes scanning your figure with the same interest.

Suddenly your clothes were too tight on your body. Skin too hot and yet too exposed to the boldness of her stare. She grins, swaying a little with laugh. “Everything alright there, Stranger?” She coos, the toe of her Reebok tapping against the sticky mall floor.

You cough, stepping closer with a smile you pray isn't wobbling. “I thought I told you my name?” You counter, invading her space only to focus your attention on the bin of buttons instead. Fingers picking through the clanking metal as you wonder if you should buy one or not. Her stare was drilling holes into the side of your head, pout settled on her pink lips. “Yeah, but you're still new to the area, Stranger.” She pokes you in the arm, turning to lean on the counter. “So, I think its fitting.”

“Like how you think that's a good outfit to work in?” You point out, finger just inches from her bare skin. You wanted to grab it, really. Thumbs pressing into her pale flesh to make it turn pink and purple under your touch.

“What? This is my uniform. My boss doesn't care.” She rolls her eyes, casting a glance towards the back of the room. More like he enjoyed looking at her. Gross, but at least she got perks. Like getting to slack off and talk to attractive customers like you.

“It's December.” You lift a brow. “Do you want to become a human popsicle?”

Eddie bites her lip, hiding a grin as she giggles and shakes her head. “I got a coat. Now seriously, ‘how can I help you today?’” She slips into her customer service voice so smoothly, and yet it didn't fit her in the slightest. “New music, buttons, maybe a new patch?” Curling an arm around you, she leads you through the store. “We got everything. Take your pick.”

You meet her gaze. “What do you recommend?”

She lights up. “Well, let me just direct you to the best section in the whole fucking place!” She grins, leading you over to the rock and metal section. She points out bands, gushing over their similarities and differences. She even tells you about the sub genres, going into detail about how to tell the difference between thrash and hair metal. The info was interesting, but honestly all you could focus on was the way her lips moved. Or how nice she smelled up close like this. At some point in her rant, she must have snuck her hand in her pocket because she handed you a cassette. Blinking out of your daze, you hold it up to the light.

It was obviously handmade, with a paper logo that said 'CORRODED COFFIN’ in jagged, red lettering. “Theres also a local band, if you're into that kind of thing.” She toes the ground, suddenly not meeting your gaze.

“Sounds cool. Do they play often?” You almost laugh at the way she perks up, almost like a puppy being promised a treat. She slides closer to you, letting her fingers rummage in the button bin while her arm brushes against yours.

“They play on fridays? I'm um…close friends with the lead. I could absolutely get you in. It's at the Hideout!” She grins, and you adore the dimples on her cheeks. You nod, thinking it'd be a fun night out. “Well, I better go shopping for clothes then. Ring me up?” Your voice lits and she grins, shaking her head. “Keep it. Take a few buttons too.” She nudges the tin towards you and you snort. “What? Come on, let me at least pay you for the band suggestions.” You let your voice dip into a soft, low coo that has her looking up with big doe eyes.

“And um,” she swallows while trying to keep her chill disposition, “how are you gonna do that? I can't accept tips, unfortunately.” She chuckles, pale skin turning pink as you lean into her space, your finger brushing the sliver of skin shown off by her shirt, just over the edge of her waistband.

“What time do you get off?”

Eddie did have a coat. A heavy thing that was probably meant for someone with broader shoulders, given how it slid down her frame when you press her against the brick wall behind Starcourt mall. She makes a sweet little noise in her throat, puffs of air ghosting from her lips with every kiss you land on her neck. She shudders when you bite down on her pulse, back arching with a gasp.

“O-oh-” She pants as you fiddle with the button on her jeans. “You- You were serious?” She jolts as you press your lips along her stomach, soon kneeling there before her. One hand sunk into your hair while the other cupped your face, her thumb rubbing your cheek. Her black nails were chipped in some places, and her chunky rings kiss at your skin. “Oh my god you're so hot-” She babbles, eyes big while watching the way you nuzzle against her. Your lips turned up in a grin.

“Who’s hot?”

“You.” She says quickly, letting out a frustrated little grunt when you shake your head and pay some affection to her hipbones, which were hugged by black underwear. You giggle at the tiny bow on the front, nudging it with the tip of your nose. “Come on sweet girl, who’s hot?”

Letting out an exasperated giggle, she squeezes at your cheek. “Is this about earlier??” She shakes her head, stubborn. “Come on Stranger, please? Don’t you want to pay me back?” She lulls her head to the side, and fuck, those eyes were convincing. Lidded and warm, she stroked at the place she squeezed. “It’s so cold, warm me up?”

You bite back another observation about her outfit, instead dragging her underwear down with your teeth. Her breath hitches, eyes falling closed in bliss as you lick a long stripe towards her clit. You shove her pants further down, pulling a foot out of her Reebok in order to hook her leg over your shoulder. Her inner thigh is warm against your face, your nose nudging deeper in an effort to get warm.

“Oh fuck it’s cold-!” She whines as her bare ass brushes against the cold, brick wall. She rocks against you, moaning heavily as you move to suck at her clit. Her eyes squeeze close, head pressing against the wall. “Y-you’re so warm, oh shit, yes!” You had plunged two fingers inside, scissoring and hooking them up to press against that bundle of nerves that had her shaking like she was possessed.

“Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She rolled her hips, rocking against your lips as you eat her like she was your last meal. Your nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, and she whines. “Jesus fucking Christ yes!”

You never wanted to stop, but you couldn’t let Edwina think she could always get her way with you. What fun would that be?

You push a third finger in, sucking marks against her quivering skin. “Close, baby?” You coo and she nods enthusiastically, tears heavy on her lashes. “Yes, so, so close, god your mouth-“

You grin, sinking your teeth into her hip bone and loving the way she yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure. She squeezed around your fingers, fluttering and whimpering as she teetered closer to the edge.

It was almost a crime, but you pulled your mouth away. Your fingers slowing their thrusts inside. "Who's gonna make you come, hmm?" You goad and she let's out a sound halfway between a sob and a distressed grunt.

"Oh you fucker-!" She wheezes, staring down at you with tears freely rolling down her cheeks. Black, like her mascara. "Seriously??"

"S'just a question, pretty girl. Come on, I know you know." You urge, taking a moment to drag your tongue along her clit. Her hips buck up, but you press them down against the chill of the wall. She hisses, eyes squeezing closed.

"It…it’s you." Eddie murmurs, your name following after like a prayer. She repeats it, steadily getting louder as you dive back in for more. The wet shlick of her core around your fingers has heat rolling within you. You suck diligently on her clit, dragging her closer to her end with the crooking of your fingers against that special little spot.

For a loud, boisterous girl, Edwina comes quietly. Her body shudders above you, eyes rolling back while her fingers never let go of their vice grip. You don't stop thrusting and licking until she's basically pushing your head away with whines that it was too much!

Rising on aching knees, you clean herself off your fingers. You help her pull her jeans up, and tuck her more securely in that big jacket so she didn't die of hyperthermia on the way home. Her eyes are big and dusky, breath coming out in stuttered huffs as she stares at you. "Are…are you really coming this Friday?" She murmurs, not making any move to leave just yet. Instead she holds your shirt, tethering you to her.

"...Yeah. I really want to see your show." You shift closer, smiling at the way she beams at you before quickly gasping. "Wait, it's not, I'm not- Fuck, how did you know??" She slumps in your arms, head falling onto your shoulder while you laugh.

"I have a better question, why didn't you just tell me it was your band?" You kiss at her temple, tucking some curls behind her ear. Her earrings glint against the holiday lights in the distance. She arches into you, hands sneaking under your own jacket to keep warm. Her fingers were freezing as they slide under your shirt, her nails grazing along the warmth of your body.

"I…I dunno. I thought maybe…it'd be a fun surprise?" She offers a shy grin. "But you'll still come, right? You can have all the drinks and food that you want, and the good spot where you can see right on stage."

"I'm coming, but not for all that." You nudge your nose against her own, soon kissing along the length of it in a way that had her giggling. "I wanna see you again. Maybe…take you on a date afterwards? My treat?"

She leans back, blinking owlishly. "Really?" There was so much hope in those sweet brown eyes. "I'd…I'd love too. Yeah, let's go out. On a date. Um.." She squeezes at your jacket with a giddy grin. "Come…come back to my place with me after? I think it's my turn to pay you back. In full." There was a mischievous gleam in her eyes and you know right then you were in for it. But damn, wasn't that exciting?

You both part ways in the parking lot, with Edwina standing by her van. She offers a wave, grinning as you return it. "Come again soon!" Her cackles echo in the parking lot long after she drives away, Metallica blaring from her speakers not long after.

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fem!eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #rosepetaltrail #fem!eddie munson

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therosebunpost · 5 months

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Welp, this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head-

Meet Edwina, everyone!

Warnings: Sex, oral f receiving (Edwina receiving), Fem!Eddie Munson, GN!Reader, semi public sex)

“Hey stranger.”

“It's December.” You lift a brow. “Do you want to become a human popsicle?”

You meet her gaze. “What do you recommend?”

“What time do you get off?”

“Who’s hot?”

You never wanted to stop, but you couldn’t let Edwina think she could always get her way with you. What fun would that be?

You push a third finger in, sucking marks against her quivering skin. “Close, baby?” You coo and she nods enthusiastically, tears heavy on her lashes. “Yes, so, so close, god your mouth-“

"Oh you fucker-!" She wheezes, staring down at you with tears freely rolling down her cheeks. Black, like her mascara. "Seriously??"

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fem!eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #rosepetaltrail #fem!eddie munson

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therosebunpost · 5 months

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Welp, this came to me and I couldn't get it out of my head-

Meet Edwina, everyone!

Warnings: Sex, oral f receiving (Edwina receiving), Fem!Eddie Munson, GN!Reader, semi public sex)

“Hey stranger.”

“It's December.” You lift a brow. “Do you want to become a human popsicle?”

You meet her gaze. “What do you recommend?”

“What time do you get off?”

“Who’s hot?”

You never wanted to stop, but you couldn’t let Edwina think she could always get her way with you. What fun would that be?

You push a third finger in, sucking marks against her quivering skin. “Close, baby?” You coo and she nods enthusiastically, tears heavy on her lashes. “Yes, so, so close, god your mouth-“

"Oh you fucker-!" She wheezes, staring down at you with tears freely rolling down her cheeks. Black, like her mascara. "Seriously??"

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fem!eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #rosepetaltrail #this was barely edited but I wanted to release it into the wild #fem!eddie munson

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therosebunpost · 5 months

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Who would have thought? Turns out Steve loves making pots, and vases and mugs.

#fanart #stranger things #steve harrington #digital art #steve fanart #well fuck now I need a pottery session in #the 🌻x🐰x🦇 verse #this is so good #holy SHIT

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therosebunpost · 5 months

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loosely based off of another idea I had in another Fandom:

but basically, Older! Eddie (maybe in his early to mid thirties) and a Reader who's the same age as him, where they're both in pretty low spots in their lives.

Eddie's the lead of a shitty cover band, just hoping to make some success in the music business even if he slowly has built a hate for doing covers. Other then that, he works as a mechanic at some run down shop that barely pays him enough to put food on the table and rent most months.

Reader, working in retail as one of the older members amongst a younger crowd. Who dreamed of being rich and famous, but mostly rich. Who laments her fading youth with a bitterness rarely shown to the world behind her carefully placed smile.

They have a lot in common, but especially one thing. They love pretending to be who they actually want to be. Reader pretends to be Roxanne, her image of a successful, rich woman. Able to buy the bar if she wishes, but chooses not to for 'safety'.

Eddie, not really taking it too seriously, likes to pretend he does more then his Covers. He'll spin tales of Hollywood and the life of a Rockstar, only to say the glitz and glammer didn't do it for him anymore and he came back here.

They meet, Reader as Roxanne and Eddie as Eddie The Retired Rockstar. Dollar signs dance in their eyes initially, but what happens when they start feeling more of a just a lust for the good life, but for each other as well?

#eddie munson x reader #thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #I was initally inspired by 'Master of the house' from Le Miz #cuz the idea of a swindler couple intruiges me #I just wasnt sure what kind of scam they would do with each other so I figured they could just scam each other XD

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therosebunpost · 5 months

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Random thought-

Imagine Reader wanting to try out being a DM . They were a little intimidated by Hellfire, but they figured doing a simple one shot with Eddie would be fun. Just enough to get them to understand the role and maybe play in another campaign in the future with a bigger group.

Reader even has an idea for a story line, and they even tell him they have the perfect figures for it!

Obviously Eddie is excited and intrigued. They decide to meet up at Reader’s house and start their first session. Eddie gets there and the kitchen table is all set up. There’s a mat, the dungeon screen and Reader turned around, fussing with something on the table. “Eddie! Perfect, here, I got the figures all ready. You just gotta come and choose the one you want.”

He gets closer, incredibly impressed that they even made custom Figurines for their campaign. He couldn’t wait to see what cool things you added to them and what he could do with their designs-

“Sweetheart.”

There’s a giggle. An absolutely evil little thing as Reader turns to look up at Eddie. “Yeah?”

“What the absolute fuck-“ Eddie starts, more flabbergasted then anything else, because what was on the table wasn’t DND figures.

It was these.

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #fluffybunnycorner #cue the most unhinged campaign Eddie has ever been apart of #but also one of the funnest #question is which critter did he pick 🤔

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therosebunpost · 6 months

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You know, I am both surprised and not surprised-

#spotify #spotify wrapped #thebunspeaks

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therosebunpost · 7 months

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So, I woke up this morning with inspiration-

Some warnings: Suggestive bits, Robin is married to a guy named Chad ( not for real though, I just wanted something ridiculous to really snap Steve out of lala land) Stancy but not for long, MDI! Seriously if you don't have an age in your bio or on your blog, I will block you!

Basically it all starts with Steve opening his eyes. He's in that strange state where he's not quite awake, but not asleep either. The house isn't exactly like his, but it also has a few familiar things. The duck theming, the multiple garages, his blue room. There's someone laying beside him, their back turned away. Curly brown hair tickles his nose and he slowly shifts closer to nuzzle into it.

"Steve?"

A hand reaches back, the cool touch of a ring caresses his face and he almost purrs. Nuzzling deeper into the softness while his arms move to wrap around their familiar middle.

"Mornin' Nancy."

She turns around, smiling up at him and tucking some hair away from her face. Her wedding ring shining in the light of the morning. "Morning, love. Come on, let me get some breakfast started before you head to work."

He's still a little dazed as he follows her down the stairs of his home, their home. Nancy is dressed, her hair prim and proper as she starts on some eggs and bacon. She’s a vision, and Steve can’t help but watch her for a second, leaning his head against the wooden door frame. “What time do you head out?” He asks, looking around for her latest article or piece she’s been working on.

“Oh, not today. Already got everything the day before, so I’m just staying home.” She smiles, passing him a tall glass of orange juice. “Though, is there something you want me to pick up at the store for you? I thought I got everything on the list, but I can go again.” Placing down a plate of eggs, she kisses the top of his head and settles down across from him.

“Really? Damn, I hope the paper doesn’t call you in on your day off.” He muses, grabbing a thing of toast and bitting into it.

“Paper? Steve, are you…okay? I haven’t worked at the paper since we got married a year ago.”

Steve blinks, looking up at her. He blinks again, trying to understand where that assumption even came from. “Right, I uh..I’m sorry. I woke up kinda strange this morning.”

“Well, hopefully it clears up during your ride to work. Oh! Here, I packed your lunch and remember to come home on time for dinner, okay? I’m making your favorite and we have guests coming over~” She leans down to kiss his cheek before suddenly he was in the car. His hands on the steering wheel, lunch safely buckled in the side seat.

Rubbing at his temple, Steve slowly drives down the road towards his father’s business. Well, not before stopping abruptly.

There’s a man standing there, in the middle of the road. Messy brown curls rest upon his shoulders, chains glittered in the light, and he was staring at him.

Oh great, of course this happens today.

Steve honks his horn before leaning out the window. “Hey man, look can you move? I’m trying to get to work.”

The guy doesn’t move. “Where do you work?”

“….My dad’s company, you know, Harrington’s?”

“Jesus, really? You seriously picked that?”

Steve narrows his eyes, frowning and honking the horn again. “Seriously, now move okay? I don’t have time for this.”

“You’re already starting to sound like a grumpy old business man. But yeah, your right, you don’t have time, Steve.” The guy finally moves, but he starts coming around to the drivers side. Something glints in his hand and Steve’s heart rate spikes. He ducks into the car, rolls the window up and speeds down the road while the guy flails away to avoid the dust kicking up. Steve watches him stomp the ground in anger through his rear view mirror. “What a freak.”

Work seemed to start and end the second he stepped into the building. He remembers walking through the revolving door and then walking out, the sky a dusty orange instead of blue. He steps out to his car, only to tense when that familiar mop of brown curls greet him. “Get off the hood before I call the police.” He threatens, glaring as the man lounges upon his beemer’s hood like he fucking owns it. “I don’t know what you want from me, man, but you need to leave me the hell alone.”

“Why? Don’t wanna talk?” He counters, not moving. Instead he seems to relax even more, legs widening as he gazes up at Steve with those big brown eyes. “Last time I was like this, you didn’t seem to mind. Like at all.”

Steve swallows thickly, heat creeping up his neck as he looks over the man on his car. Last time? There was a tingle of a memory at the edge of his mind. The buzz of cicadas, curls wrapped up on his fist as he pressed closer to him, heat blooming inside of his chest as they got closer.

He blinks and the memory recedes away, like it was snatched right from his head. “I don’t- I’m married.” He holds up his finger and the man pauses, was that…sorrow in his eyes? It’s gone as soon as it was there, instead replaced with steely determination. “Steve, you need to wake up.”

“What?”

“This…this isn’t real, okay? None of this is real.” Suddenly the man is gripping his arms, almost hard enough to bruise. “It’s some fucked up dream, but it’s not yours. I mean, Jesus man, what a way for him to waste all that time you took figuring out who you were, huh?”

“I’m…I’m Steve, Steve Harrington and who…who the fuck even are you?” Steve pushes him off, pinning him against his car. “What kinda drugs are you on? You need a hospital, dude. I can take you to one, but you need to empty out whatever knife you had in your pocket.”

“Knife?” The man asks, slowly shaking his head. He isn’t even resisting, Steve notes. “It wasn’t- Steve, I know the bottle thing happened but I wasn’t exactly in the best headspace and I’d never hurt you-“

“Stop acting like we know each other! Who are you? Tell me.” Steve shakes him and that’s when the man grips at his wrists, though it was more tender then frightened. “Eddie, my name is Eddie Munson. We do know each other. Really, really well.” Eddie looks up at him, pleading. “Steve, you gotta wake up. Please, we don’t have much time.”

It was all too much. Steve pulls away, shoving Eddie in the process away from his car. “You need to leave.” He points off in the distance. “I dunno what kind of…make believe you’re living in, but I’m married and now I’m gonna go see my wife.” He slips into the car, trying to ignore those sad eyes watching him as he drove back home, shaking.

The rich scent of chicken greets him when he steps inside. Shaking away the events in the parking lot, Steve wraps his arms around Nancy in the kitchen. “I’m home. Smells good.” He murmurs, kissing her cheek. Nancy giggles, batting him away. “Steve! I’m trying to cook! Can you help set the table? Everyone should be here soon.”

As he sets the table, Steve hums a little to himself. Some oldies tune he heard on the way home. “Dream a little dream of me..” He mumbles, swaying to himself as he imagines him dancing with his love. Though did they have blue eyes or brown? Were they in his parents house or a homey trailer, a mug collection slowly being rebuilt in the living room?

“Steve!”

Blinking, Steve jumps back away from the broken pieces at his feet. Something old from his mother’s cabinet, not a mug. “Shit-“ He bends down, gathering it in his hands even if he might get cut. “Are you okay?” Nancy asks, coming closer and crouching down in front of him. Her face twisting at the sight of a cut on his hand. “Oh- ow.” She winces, reaching out to hold it in her hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve had worse, remember?” Steve offers, chuckling softly but his expression freezes as Nancy furrows her brows. “What?”

The doorbell rings and they scramble to cone out from beneath the table. “Oh, Dingus, come on-“ Robin comments, rolling her eyes as she pulls a young man behind her. “See? You owe me fifty bucks, I told you they’d be kissing when we got here.” She teases, shaking her head and walking around to look at the glass. “Oh shit- Your mom’s gonna kill you, dude.”

He brightens upon seeing Robin, though he starts to frown when the young man with her curls an arm around her waist. “Hey man, what- What are you doing?”

The guy has the audacity to laugh, pulling Robin close and kissing her cheek. “What, you can kiss your wife under the table and I can’t kiss mine on the cheek?”

What.

Steve looks at Robin, who just smiles up at him as if there wasn’t anything wrong. As if this situation wasn’t utterly ridiculous. “Oh…okay Rob, that’s funny but come on, you can’t think I’m that gullible.”

“Steve?” Nancy comes around, holding his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Steve looks at her, hoping to catch any semblance of being in on some joke, but all he saw was concern in those ice blue eyes. “Well yeah, I mean, Robin’s-“ He stops himself, not wanting to out his friend like that. “Not one to settle down? Yeah, that’s what I thought before I met Chad.” Robin coos, curling into him. Steve has to hold back an incredulous laugh, though really he could feel a pressure behind his eyes.

“Look whatever- Whatever joke you think this is, it’s not funny. You three, that weird guy in the parking lot-“ He’s backing away now, eyes glancing at everyone he knew. Though now they were more like strangers then anything else. “Robin, come on, I’m having a weird fucking day and this is really freaking me out-“

“Steve, dude, your freaking me out.” Robin comes closer, only to jump when he grabs her hand and pulls her into the living room. “Steve! What the fuck is wrong-“

“Is that guy threatening you?” He asks, voice low and deadly serious. “Is that why you won’t tell me? I swear to god, I’ll beat the shit out of him so hard, he’ll never set foot near you ever again-“

“Steve.” Robin hisses, grabbing at his arm. “You’re scaring me, I thought you liked Chad?”

“Who cares about Chad! Fuck Chad. What about you? What about Vicky? You know, the girl you’ve been hopelessly pining over for literally so long?”

Robin blinks, slowly pulling away from him. “Look, when you invited me over, I thought you wanted to tell me you and Nancy are finally starting your family. I don’t even know what…all of this is.” She gestured to him. “So, I’m going back into the dining room to help your wife and my husband set the table. Come back in when you’re not a total mess, okay?”

Steve stands there, alone. His head is pounding and wonders if another migraine is coming on. He can hear their hushed voices in the dining room, and it’s in that moment, he knows he can go in there. That whoever these people were, they aren’t his family.

So he runs. He slips out the back door, jogging through the woods even though he can hear their worried cries behind him. Sure, he should take his car, but he left his key back at the house. Thank god he did though, thank fuck he didn’t drive because then he wouldn’t have stumbled upon the sprawled out body of Eddie Munson against a tree. Blood slipping out of his mouth.

“Oh, fuck-“ He runs closer, kneeling down beside him. “Eddie? What- What the fuck happened?”

The man coughs, lightly shaking his head. “Was…tryin’ to come find you again. Then…he attacked me. God, those vines hurt like a bitch..” He leans back against the tree, allowing the moonlight to show off the jab into his side.

“…You were right.” Steve offers, pulling off his work shirt and wrapping ripped strips around his bleeding middle. “Nancy’s acting weird, Robin married a guy named Chad-“

Eddie’s face twists. “Seriously? Oh, she’s going to murder him when I tell her. Though, figures some crazy killer from the 50s is also a homophobic piece of shit.” He groans as Steve lifts him, his head lulling to the side to rest against his shoulder. “When it was you, I just thought he was tryin’ to cut me out of the picture, but I guess the guy is just shitty.”

“But why? Why cut you out? Are we…really?” Steve starts walking, but he isn’t sure where he’s going. All he knows is that he needs to keep Eddie safe and to stay away from that house as much as possible.

“Yeah, Sunshine. Been together ever since ‘87. It was supposed to be our anniversary…” Eddie sighs, tucking his face against Steve’s neck. “But then he just had to pop out of the ground like the worlds worst Ground Hog, and fuck everything up. I had such a great gift too, was gonna take you on a round trip to all the famous baseball stadiums.”

Steve pauses, cheeks dusting with pink before he starts walking again. “…That sounds great but I still don’t really…get any of this.”

Eddie sighs, curling up more in his arms as they travel aimlessly through the forest. “….It all started in 1986, and Vecna finally decided to show himself..”

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#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #eddie stranger things #I dunno what this is exactly #I woke up thinking about Don’t Worry Darling #then I was accosted by visions of this scenario playing out #it’s not beta’d or anything #but I thought it’d be an interesting concept #sorry for the Chad slander

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therosebunpost · 7 months

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So, I just donated plasma today and i was thinking about how much work it would be to feed your vampire boyfriend-

Cuz like, I got deep, thin veins and I imagine meeting Eddie. You wanna help him out, give him your blood, but the second he gets close enough to inspect you he knows he can’t do it safely. Which sucks, because you have a bitting kink- BECAUSE you love him and want him fed <3

So, you get a move on! You drink a fuck ton of water, do some exercises, take the hottest showers known to man, and then, you are rewarded with a very sexy bite from your very sexy vampire boyfriend <3 Honestly it’s just as beneficial for you as it is for him. You feel pretty good after a while, well hydrated and even strong. Plus, you’re eating better too because you need to have a lot of iron and protein.

Honestly I’m also thinking about Vampire! Steve, because you start joining him on his work outs. For one thing, he loves hanging out with you, but he also can hear the blood rushing through your veins so he’s excited. You guys figure out a good meal plan for you to follow, and he’s more then happy to cook for you! You’re giving him something so precious after all, of course he wants to give back when he can.

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc #steve stranger things #fluffybunnycorner #vampire!eddie #vampire!steve #I’m also reminded of that one post about vampires hypnotizing you to drink more water and eat well #I can see them doing that but only when you ask them too

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Hello! I have even more for you guys :3

Eddie x Puppeteer! Reader (You came to town because the Library wanted to do a puppet show for the kids and you leaped at the opportunity. Turns out, a certain metalhead tuned in as well and he just has to meet you. I dunno how this would happen, but I imagine the both of you doing a cover of Master Of Puppets with you pretending to puppeteer Eddie from high up in the rafters. It’s one of the funnest performances you’ve done and Eddie likes to call you his master, even if it makes you flustered as hell)

Eddie x Craft/Kitchen/Domestic Witch! Reader (I think it’d be very interesting to gave a reader who specializes in more domestic type things, such as crafting and cooking. Like for example, you live in the same trailer park as Eddie and everybody goes to you for various crafty things they need. A knitted sweater, socks, maybe a warming soup recipe that cures a cold. Eddie goes to you because he wants to fix something of his uncle’s. Maybe a sweater he loved, or he wants to get new pair of socks that’ll keep Wayne warm. Not only do you do that, but you also make Eddie things. Fingerless gloves that aid him in guitar playing, a scarf that helps him focus in school. You also like to bring over food, and he swears there’s no other cooking like yours. Even if you didn’t put any magic in it this time.)

A list of Readers I want to pair Eddie with, but may never get around to doing so (Feel free to use any of these!)

Just a quick Disclaimer: These are just ideas that pop up in my head, if there are stories that feel similar to these ideas, please know that I am not trying to steal anything!

Eddie x aspiring children’s author! Reader (I’m thinking Beatrix Potter vibes, with cute lil forest creatures and magical worlds. Can you imagine Eddie making a one shot campaign to help them write their book? Cuz I can!)

Rockstar! Eddie x Opera Singer! Reader (Reader is appalled by Eddie’s lack of taking care of his voice, bullies him into taking better care of himself. Reader also impressed Eddie by their ability to hit some sick notes)

Eddie x Paranormal investigator! Reader (I know this one has been done before, but I do think it’s a fun idea)

Eddie x Abba loving! Reader (back on my old blog, I wrote a lil idea about them having a war between metal and Abba, cuz they lived in the same trailer park)

Eddie x Traveler! Rich! Reader (They live that van life, but break down in Hawkins. A mix of being down to earth, but also incredibly out of touch in some aspects. Eddie helps fix their van and Reader eventually offers for Eddie to join them)

Eddie x 911 Operator! Reader (What if Eddie had called 911 after Chrissy’s death? What if Reader knew, for a fact, that he had nothing to do with it?)

Eddie x Cunningham! Reader ( Reader is the half sister of Chrissy, and comes to Hawkins in a bid to get Chrissy’s dad to visit their sick mother one last time. )

#eddie x reader #fluffybunnycorner #stranger things headcanons #thebunspeaks #eddie munson hc #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie stranger things #I love these last two #so much

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therosebunpost · 7 months

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I got more!

Eddie x Choir Singer! Reader (When he hears you sing for the first time in church, he was convinced thats what divinity sounded like. He just has to hear you again.)

Florists! Reader x Tobacco store owner! Eddie (based off a random set of two buildings I saw on my way to Michaels. Eddie likes buying your flowers because it covers the smell of the smoke and he often comes to visit you on his break. He often gives you a pack for free if you smoke)

Renfair Artist Eddie x Spinner/weaver! Reader (He thinks the tapestries you make are beautiful and even commissions you to make one for the Hellfire room)

Masked musician Eddie x journalist Reader (Eddie is in a Slipknot like band because its the only way he's able to still be a musician even with the Government on his ass about lying low. Reader actually knew Eddie back in Hawkins and they're so sure its him, but he wears that mask every time they meet. I imagine the mask is modeled after the Hellfire logo)

Coverband Front man! Older! Eddie x Reader (Eddie's stuck playing in a cheesy 80s cover band for some quick cash, but your genuine enthusiasm might just help him through it)

Action Figure! Eddie x Factory Reject Barbie! Reader (Eddie is the villain in his play set, your a barbie that the factory didn't put together correctly, you both find solace in each other)

A list of Readers I want to pair Eddie with, but may never get around to doing so (Feel free to use any of these!)

Just a quick Disclaimer: These are just ideas that pop up in my head, if there are stories that feel similar to these ideas, please know that I am not trying to steal anything!

Eddie x Paranormal investigator! Reader (I know this one has been done before, but I do think it’s a fun idea)

Eddie x Abba loving! Reader (back on my old blog, I wrote a lil idea about them having a war between metal and Abba, cuz they lived in the same trailer park)

Eddie x 911 Operator! Reader (What if Eddie had called 911 after Chrissy’s death? What if Reader knew, for a fact, that he had nothing to do with it?)

Eddie x Cunningham! Reader ( Reader is the half sister of Chrissy, and comes to Hawkins in a bid to get Chrissy’s dad to visit their sick mother one last time. )

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things hc

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Paint your face

Warnings/Info you should know going in: SMUT! 18+ only, lest I bonk you on the head with a pole, Oral (M/F receiving) insecurities being talked about (Reader worries about accidentally hurting Steve when giving him head) Fem!Reader with implied facial differences, Hints to Bi!Steve if you squint

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Part of my Regret Series with Steve x Disabled! Disfigured! Reader, but can be read as a Stand alone story.

"...Face paint?" Steve muttered, picking up the acrylic case of colors with interest.

"I want to do more colorful looks." You explain, settling down in front of your vanity. It was mostly unused, well, until now. "And it seems like a pretty inexpensive option. I mean, look at the size of those color pots." Grabbing a brush, a big bushy thing, you squirt some concealer on it. You washed your face already, scrubbing to get your skin all soft and raw before going in.

Steve comes around, settling down next to you. "So, what were you thinking then?" He watches the way you rub at your face, nose scrunching in that way where you know he wants to say something but you ignore him. It was a trust the process kinda thing.

"You know that dress? The one with the primary flowers?" You offer once you are sufficiently covered in primer. Maybe a little cakey but it just needed some time to settle into your skin. You remember hearing that somewhere. "I kinda wanna do some flowers on my cheeks. I saw someone do that and it looked really cool."

Steve rest his chin on your shoulder. "That would look pretty." Biting his lip as he eyes your face. "....Don't bite my head off but I think that might be too much."

You frown, sighing softly. "Maybe some blush? Here, hand me the pallette." You scoop up a makeup sponge and consider the colors before dabbing at one of the pinks. "I've seen some people go mad heavy with the blush." You muse, dabbing at your face like you've seen your mother do. Tapping at your cheek bones, trying not to let your uneven features deter you. Even if one side of your face looks so much pinker then the other. Steve presses his face into your back, swallowing down a giggle. "Honey-"

"Im covering it up! It's like painting!" You counter before he can finish, grabbing at your brush and concealer. You press at the bottle but only small spurts of cream lands on the bristles. "Shit-" You rummage around in your bag, contemplating your mishmash of supplies before picking up the power concealer. You rub it on your face, thankfully dulling the pink. "Painting?" Steve asks and you're happy for the topic.

"When you paint, like with oils and acrylic," you say while turning your face from side to side, "its all about layering. So that blush was just one layer and now this is the second."

"What about before the blush?"

"That was a base coat. That lays a foundation for the rest to lay on."

"Like a house?"

"Yeah."

You smile at him through the mirror before going back to your face. You pick up a brush, a literal paint brush, and start trying to do your eyelids. But needing your glasses and being half blind made it so your hand kept getting in the way..

"Want some help?" Steve asks, shifting around until he was settled in front of you. Hands eagerly reaching for the brush, which you hand over to him in defeat. "I gotta learn how to do this by myself sometime."

"Nah." Steve muses, dipping the brush into the oily paint you chose. "I'll help you." He carefully, delicately, fearlessly grasps your jaw in his hand. His thumb pressing against your chin while his fore finger caresses your affected side so sweetly, you could have purred. "Every morning, whenever you want."

"But Steve-"

"Shhhh," he grins while feathering the brush over your skin in a tickle, "you'll make me smudge all my hard work." You resist the urge to roll your eyes but your lips curl up into a smile anyway. "Fine." You relax into his touch, melting from the warmth of his hand and the gentle caress of his finger and the brush.

"Besides, its kinda for me too, y'know?" Steve continues as he tries to blend it like he's seen countless other girls wear.

"People don't always wear makeup for their partners, Steve-" You groan but he was quick to speak.

"No! I mean, I know. But like, helping you means I get to look at you." Steve explains, tracing his thumb along your cheeks. "I get to make you giggle and hold your face and even do this-" Suddenly he was squishing your cheeks together and you squeal, whacking at his chest which made him laugh. “I’m sorry, you just look so cute!”

“Steve!” You whine and he snickers, kissing the top of your head with a snort. “Lemme do the next eye, I’ll behave.”

You seriously doubted that, but you close your eyes again anyway. You could get used to this, honestly. The warmth of his hand capturing your jaw, the light flutters of his breath on your face, the steady swipe of the brush across your eyelids. It was enough to have you melting into him.

God, you loved this man. Truly, it felt like he’d stepped right out of one of your novels, but even better, he was real. He was right there in front of you and you relished in that fact with some of your own teasing. You let your hands wander along his thighs, lips turning up in a smirk at his hitch of breath.

“Honey.”

“Mm?” You muse innocently, dragging your hands higher up. The fabric of his jeans stretched across his thighs and you squeezed them.

“Maybe you have a point, I can’t focus in these conditions.” Steve snarks and you giggle, scooting closer. “But you promised? Whenever I want, right?” You counter and he groans a little when you open your eyes to look up at him. “Please Stevie, m’almost done.” You counter, letting your voice do that breathy thing he likes. The thing that has him folding like a piece of paper.

“Jesus- Fine, fine, stay still for me though, alright?” Easing you back into a sitting position, he finishes your eyeshadow before going to work on your lipstick. Your mortal enemy.

Given the shape of your mouth, lipstick never quite looked good on you, at least you didn’t think so. Steve disagreed, gleefully picking out his favorite color on you and going to town on your lips. He wasn’t great at applying it, but he’d get better with time. “Y’gotta blot it afterwards.” You mumble after a moment, praying to the heavens you didn’t look clownish.

“Blot?”

“Like, you gotta take some of it off.” You try to explain, reaching for a napkin but Steve was faster. Capturing your chin, he laid a sweet kiss onto your lips. Then another one, and then one more for good measure. “Like that?”

You eye the lipstick on his lips. The color was smudged and kissed on, but he looked so cute that you kind of loved it on him. “Yeah, like that.”

“Hell yeah, that’s going to be my favorite part.” He giggles and you join him while reaching out for the paint brushes. Though he’s quick to intervene, huffing. “Hey! I’m not done?”

“Steve, I can paint the flowers-“

“Please? You can paint them next time.” Steve counters and you relent, also folding easily when he gave you those puppy dog eyes.

Steve wasn’t an artist by any means, but he has a steady hand as he paints. You direct him, pointing out the colors you wanted and even showing him how to mix certain colors until they matched your dress perfectly. The garment was laid out on the bed, for both your reference.

“Okay, I think I’m done?” Steve offers, setting the brush down and grabbing the mirror instead. “What do you think?”

Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. The lipstick was only a little smeared, the eyeshadow patchy but doable. The flowers were actually pretty accurate and you had a feeling Steve would catch on with time.

“I think it’s good for the first time.” You admit and Steve blooms under the praise. His smile lit up the room. “Do you…do you really want to help me with this when I want to wear it?” You ask, truly feeling him out on the offer. Sure, it was easy to offer it up now, but he could just be sweetly joking.

“Yeah.” Steve assures, helping you pack away your things. “Baby, I don’t mind. It’s like..oh, it’s like when you help me with my tie in the morning. Or when you hair spray my hair when my arms won’t lift up all the way after a work out.”

“Yeah, but like, it’s…it’s not really a guy thing.” You counter, unsure why you’re even using that as an argument. Makeup was just makeup, you didn’t care who wore it, but the words spilled out before you could think.

Steve pauses at that, eyeing the makeup. “Do you…really not want my help?” His voice is soft, eyes meeting yours as he wavers between sadness and resolve. You wilt, quickly shaking your head and getting close to him.

“I’d love your help.” You take his hand and squeeze. “I’m sorry, I just…A lot of people do it by themselves and I’m frustrated that I can’t do it, and I don’t want to burden you-“

“Not everybody does it by themselves.” Steve counters with a little snort, his shoulders easing. “Don’t actors have people to do it for them? Or just people on television in general?” He counters and you lift your brows in confusion.

“Just pretend like, you’re going out on TV and I’m your little makeup boy.” Steve explains with a slowly growing grin. “You can even order me around, we both know I don’t mind.” He eases close to you, his voice dipping a bit and you giggle. He chuckles, kissing at your cheeks until his own skin sports painted flowers on it.

“You’re not a burden, babe.” He mumbles after a moment, rubbing your sides. “Not at all. Besides, you can do it, I just want to because its fun.” He admits, nuzzling your neck as you both ease down onto the bed. “And it’s kinda hot, knowing m’the one who put it on you.”

“Really?” You never thought of it that way before. How it’s almost like a secret way to show the world that you were his and he was yours. “Even if we’re running late in the morning and we’re both stressing about getting it done?”

“Would you even want to put on makeup when that happens?” Steve counters, shifting to rest his chin on your chest. You consider it, knowing that convenience was part of the reason you hesitated about makeup in the past. “Probably not.”

Steve hums knowingly, arms wrapping around your waist while he just lays on you for the moment. “I’d still will, though. Help you with it.” He promises and you kiss the top of his head in thanks. He presses a few kisses along your collarbones, some along your neck before slowly dragging down. He nudges your shirt over your stomach, kissing the soft skin there while you resist the urge to laugh. “Steve-“

“Mm?” He hums innocently, kissing at your hip bone and letting his teeth scrape along the scar there from one of your surgeries. You gasp, hand tangling itself in his hair while he groans in response. “Wh-what are you doing?” You stutter out, heat crawling up your neck as he gets even lower.

“Wanna show you how much I like taking care of you.” Steve offers, pausing and looking up at you. “…Can I?”

There was a silence as you thought it over. Hell yes, you’d love to have him show you, but the reciprocation…

“Could you…finger me instead, please? I’ll happily return the favor with my hand.” You counter with a hopeful smile, slowly sitting up. Steve rises with you, but there was a visible disappointment in his eyes. “Honey, but I want too, really, you don’t have to return the favor-“

You shake your head, nudging your bottoms off. “I want to make you feel good and it’s not fair if you give me head and I can’t.” You insist, pausing at your underwear. “I mean, if we don’t do it then we won’t know what we’re missing, right?”

Steve can’t hide the snort he makes and you’re quickly reminded of the fact that no, that wouldn’t apply to the both of you. Your fingers hesitate at the band of your underwear and suddenly you don’t feel in the mood anymore. “How about I just use my hand on you? I don’t think I feel like it right now.”

There’s a startled look in his eyes and you’re quick to move. Instead crowding close to him and reaching for his belt instead. Though before you can even get the fly open, he captures your hands in his. “Hey, talk to me.” He counters and you wilt.

Steve rubs your knuckles and presses your hands to his chest instead. “Why don’t you want to go down on me?” He asks, and there’s so much sincerity in his tone. He doesn’t look upset by it, just confused, seeking your reasoning instead of being left in the dark.

“It’s not that I don't want to.” You admit, unable to meet his gaze. You’ve been intimate before, but never like this. Usually you’d have him finger you and you’d rub him down before taking him with the help of a lot of lube. “It’s that I don't think I can. Like, physically.”

“Oh.” There was a sudden understanding in his eyes. “Wait, have you tried before?”

“I mean, I don’t need to. I know my mouth isn’t shaped quite right.” You point out, briefly glancing at the lipstick. “And I dunno about my gag reflex, or like, what if I accidentally bite you?”

Steve winces and you pull your hands away from him. “Exactly.”

“But honey, m’not asking you to go down on me, I want to go down on you.” He insists, chasing your hands by crawling on the bed until he’s hovering close to you again. “And I’ll make a promise that I won’t bite.” He offers a grin, his eyes so full of desire and want.

“…But I won’t feel good knowing I can’t give that to you back.” You whisper, hushed by the close proximity. Steve sighed, resting your foreheads together. “…..What if you just..try it?” He offers, nudging his nose against yours before kissing your lips sweetly. “You haven’t actually tried it, right? So, practice on me. You don't need to take it all into your mouth to make me feel good babe, trust me.”

“But what if I hurt you, or it doesn’t feel good?”

“I can teach you.” Steve assures, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ll show you, and hey, if we really can’t then you can use your hand all you want and I’ll have you squirting on my fingers in no time. Deal?” His smirk is wolfsh and you laugh, your face burning.

“Fine, fine, we’ll try it.” You kiss him and he hums into your lips. “Awesome.”

You have him lay down, his bare legs spread out to give you all the room you need. His cock is already half hard, resting on his stomach and the happy trail that led to the neatly trimmed bush at the base of his dick. He looks up at you, propping himself on his forearms in a lounge.

"You ready?" He prompts softly and you nod. Sinking between his legs, you grasp his cock. This part was easy, and the sweet groans he gave you were enough to spur you on. "So, where can I start?" You ask, leaning closer to where your breath was ghosting along his head. "Like this?"

You ever so gently lick your tongue along his head. He grunts, fingers digging into the plush sheets below. "Fuck- Wait, thats a little sensative. Little lower?" He directs and you follow. You slide down, tongue lapping just under it while your hands rub the rest. He sighs then, melting into the feeling with a moan. "Thats it, fuck, Honey~" He arches into you, thighs flexing as you keep kitten licking the head so sweetly.

You adore the sounds spilling from his lips as you go to kiss at his shaft. You rub at his girth, squeezing and twisting your wrist for more friction while you try and curl your tongue around the pearling tip. "Shit- Think y'gonna make me cum-" Steve hisses, reaching out and laying his hand on top of your head. "Can you take more honey? Can you try?" He pleads with literal tears of pleasure in his eyes. A rush of power blooms in your chest and you slowly take more of him into your mouth. He's not small, the stretch uncomfortable but possible. You grip the bedspread underneath him, willing your gag reflex away.

"Can you swallow?" Steve asks and you make a nervous noise in the back of your throat. "Its okay honey, can you try f'me- Shit!" His back arches when you manage to swallow around his cock. He twitches, his own lips a 'O' of pleasure. "Oh fuck, y'so good, so fuckin' good-" He arches when you do it again, a soft whine escaping him. There's an ache in your jaw, and without thinking you close it a bit. Your teeth gently brushing against his cock.

Steve moans at the sensation, the shock of danger racing up his spine while he whines. "Fuck! Sh-shit-" He pants, and you scrape your teeth against him again to make him shudder. He's so sensitive, so responsive, it's fantastic. You scoot closer, crowd him more while you speed up. You need to hear him come, you wanna hear that voice of his shoot up into the stratosphere because of you. Because of you.

One second your boy was gazing at you, the next he was slumped back on the bed, your tastebuds finally getting a good sampling of Steve, and holy fuck, it was not bad. Nothing like the things you’ve heard other people mention. You swallow, slowly pulling away and cleaning the remains from your face, not liking the sticky feeling even with the taste.

Steve lies there for a long moment, and you slowly crawl closer to him. “Steve? Are you-“ Big hands grip your hips and you squeal as your boyfriend rolls the two of you over with a grunt until he’s hovering above you, pearly whites on display in a grin. “Honey, that was-“ He stops himself, ducking down to kiss you. “Oh my god, you're amazing.” He mumbles against your lips and you can’t help but laugh. “Steve I just- Steve!” You gently bat your hands at him as he creates a line of kisses along your throat. It’s hard to talk when he’s creating hickies along your thrumming pulse.

“It wasn’t that good, I just put my mouth on you-“ You try to dissuade the praise, but Steve just shakes his head against your shoulder. The chestnut strands rocking your jawline with the movement. “It was amazin’ cuz it’s you. Oh fuck, I wish you could see how hot you looked. Lookin’ up at me, taking me so well.”

You want to tell him to be honest, but there was no lie in his voice. Just the one your own inner thoughts hissed beneath his sweet words. “I’m glad you liked it.” You say instead, nuzzling his temple while he hums against your pulse.

“How did you feel?” He asked after a moment, slowly pulling away to meet your eyes. “How’s your jaw? Does it hurt? It hurts after a while.” He rambles, but you gently cup his cheeks and kiss him. “I’m fine.” You admit, your slightly turned nose brushing against his. “I liked it. My jaw aches a little, but I think with time it’ll be okay? But I liked it, I really liked it.” You run your fingers through his hair while he relaxes on top of you with a sigh. “Yeah? It didn’t like….taste funny to you?”

“Is it supposed to?” You counter, brows knitting in concern because it really wasn’t that bad. Though your senses have always been a little different then the rest.

“I don’t think so. Depends on the person, both the uh..giver and the uh..recipient..?” Steve offers while you giggle at him. “The blower and the blowee?” You counter and he barks out a laugh, shaking with it while you join him.

“I thought it was…okay. Nothing weird.” You rub your hand along his spine, marveling at the plains of his back as he snuggles closer to your warmth. “I think you sounded amazing, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a silence then, just the thump of your hearts and the occasional car that drove past your house. Your eyes felt so heavy with contentment, you’d have slept right there if it wasn’t for Steve slowly shifting out of your hold. You blink, looking down and flushing as he settles between your legs with determination. “My turn?” He checks, hopeful. You answer with a parting of your thighs, your hand’s scooping under your knees to hold them open for him, which he groans at. He kisses your inner thigh, his hand joining yours on your thigh while the other explores your silky center.

“Let’s see if you can top my sounds, huh?” Steve muses with a smirk.

#thebunspeaks #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things hc #steve stranger things #kinktober #bi steve harrington #steve harrinton x disabled! reader #disabled! reader #honestly this was born out of my own insecurities #not really proof read

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