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thegreatwicked · 3 months

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Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

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DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

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s1ater · 2 years

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promise me nothing.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!reader

about. steve and you cross paths, only for him to find out some bad news about you.

warnings. foul language, s4 spoilers sorta

ricky rocks. anotha one 😼🙌 also part two or nah?

“long time, no see, harrington,” you nod as you pass him before looking up and unintentionally connecting eyes with five other people at once. “and children…”

you nod again in acknowledgement, getting a good look at them all before making a move to walk away from the car they were all huddled around, but steve grabs your arm, “hey, what’s going on?”

“i don’t know what you mean.”

he rolls his eyes, still holding your bicep firmly. he tips his head toward the swarm of law enforcement in the front of a house before raising a brow, “you’re telling me this is nothing?”

“just about.”

“y/n.”

“what?”

“i think we need to talk.”

you and steve go back; way back since pre-school days, and although neither of you were ever truly close, there was a mutual understanding that you both had each other’s backs.

you both came from similar backgrounds; life set up since day one, given nice cars, lived in nice houses, and grew up in the hawkins country club aspect for loser adults trying to relive high school popularity by flaunting money.

and you were only tied more together by the strange and abnormal encounters and fights for life against the sci-fi creatures that had no faces and were covered from head to toe in slime—that eventually turned into something way bigger than the mind could fathom.

ever since the mall fire during the summer after senior year, you hadn’t seen steve or any of his nerd posse—till now.

you almost thought you were seeing things, but then again, you should have guessed that when anything remotely strange or out of the normal happened in hawkins, they’d always turn up, immediately on the case.

just never this fast.

“i think i’m dying.”

“what?”

you stood in front of steve, nancy, robin, and three of his freshman friends. their presence made you suddenly anxious and you couldn’t help but begin to talk out of your ass as you slightly paced back and forth in your parents living room.

how steve coaxed you into talking to them—you weren’t sure—but it didn’t take long and it seemed you were almost more than willing to allow them into your home by the way you so easily opened your front door and offered snacks and refreshments.

yep, you were definitely dying.

they watched you with sudden concerned and confused looks, not knowing what to say and not expecting you to throw them this type of curve ball.

“brandon,” you mumbled, your hands shaking out in front of you. “jesus, i can’t even think straight…” you place your hand on your forehead, thinking over whether or not you should ever be speaking right then. “he’s dead.”

“who’s brandon?” dustin glances around to everyone but you, afraid to make eye contact almost.

“her boyfriend,” steve whispers, speaking as if you can’t hear them. and you almost couldn’t.

“i can’t even-i don’t even know-“

“hey, hey,” steve stops you in your tracks of speaking, sitting up from the chair he previously sat in. “you don’t have to say anything right now, just breathe. sit down.”

steve liked you, a lot. like, since day one, even as kids, he couldn’t get you out of his mind.

there was just something about you. you had a good head on your shoulders, you knew what you wanted, you didn’t let anything or anyone knock you off your feet, and you didn’t need anyone to save you. he hated that fact—the fact that you didn’t need him and he hated that sometimes it seemed you weren’t anything more than acquaintance.

“sit down,” he pulled you by the arm till you were close enough for him to place a hand on your waist, carefully guiding you to the chair he was previously in, giving you a soft look. “just breathe for a moment, alright?”

everyone glanced to each other at the gesture, almost not believing it. they looked to steve now where he stood in your place, his hand stroking his chin in thought, “i think it’s time we call in your pal eddie.”

it seemed you were in and out of sensibility as you thought over the past 24 hours, not believing it was real. you felt crazy, not being able to keep a stable thought in your head for more than a minute before turning into an emotional mess.

steve knew you weren’t in your right mind, especially after you let eddie into your home without a second thought. he didn’t think you even processed that moment or even realized what you were doing until—

“who are you?”

something you asked twenty minutes after he had been in your home.

“i’m eddie.”

“i think i know you.”

“well i hope so since we’ve been in school together since middle school before you graduated.”

“right,” you narrowed your brows, but didn’t say anything else, not knowing what to even make of him.

you knew eddie, but he was never someone you had ever talked to or had any interactions with. you didn’t care for him; you found him obnoxious and practically repulsing when you were still in school together—but right now, by the way he was looking at you—you didn’t mind him at all.

his expression was soft and full of sympathy, like he understood what was going through your mind and why you seemed so…bipolar in emotions.

“y/n, eddie’s here to talk.”

“why?”

“because what happened to you, is exactly what happened to him.”

you still had narrowed brows as you stared at him, not knowing what to say. there was a small proportion of recognition that struck you when you stared at eddie, not nearly enough for you to trust him, nor enough for you to spill your guts out to him about how your boyfriend was practically castrated right in front of your eyes.

“you’re afraid?”

you slowly nodded your head, eyes wide, not understanding the willingness that has suddenly taken over you, “yes.”

he nods and you feel the need to continue to explain yourself.

“i can’t get that image out of my head. god, i don’t even know if it was…”

“real?”

“yeah.”

he nods again.

“you said you think you’re dying, why?” he sat right across from you on your carpeted floor, now eyeing you carefully with the same cautiousness you had in your own pupils.

“because… the things that were happening to brandon before he was fucking possessed… are happening to me.”

“what do you mean,” he starred at you strangely now, his head slightly tipping, watching you carefully just as the rest of them did.

“the bloodied noses, the nightmares, the headaches, that noise…” you cringed as you spoke, almost shying away from saying more.

“what noise?” robin was leaned forward on her knees, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“a clock.”

it seemed right as you said it, the sound echoed through the room and the lights begun to flicker till there was no light at all and the only breathing body was you.

“you’re fucking kidding me,” your head lifted toward the hallway that opened up to your living room; exactly where the noise was coming from.

this had only happened once before; the first day you had come back from college while you were throwing up in your childhood bathroom. you couldn’t figure it out, you had never been sick before—not like that, but then suddenly your world turned dark and the sound of that damned clock was one of the only things you could hear.

you got to your feet slowly, continuing to stare into the dark as the sound echoed throughout your now empty home. the sound was jarring and something about it made you want to follow it like the last time. you were losing your mind, you had to get out of there.

you turned, only for your body to match right up against an unintelligible one. one much larger than your own.

your eyes went wide immediately, feeling a scream rip through your throat as fear set in fast and your head tipped to see such a haunting face you had never seen before.

“hello, y/n,” it looked like it smiled, examining your frightened state, taking pleasure in it, as you stared back in a paralyzed state. “your time is running thin,” it took a step forward, closer and closer. “you will soon be mine.”

you back peddle, fast, not thinking, not processing, but soon landing on your ass and back into the light where you sat in the same place before but with a pair of hands on your face, with voices yelling and screaming you back to conscious.

you were in shock, your limbs were numb and you could barely keep yourself up in a sitting position. you were breathing hard like you had been holding your breath for the past minute, practically dry heaving, feeling your stomach fold up into itself in terror.

“what happened?” steve’s face was the only thing your could see as his hands clasped your face hard, his nose practically touching yours as he stared at you wide-eyed, dipped in fear.

you stared back, feeling every nerve slowly come back to life within your body—drawing out into a painful process. your body begun to shake, tears flooding into the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t even begin to process the switch between realities.

“steve, get out of her face, she’s going to throw up!” robin was yanking at his shoulder despite his constant persistence, clinging to your body.

“are you okay?”

everyone stood around you, wide eyes, wide with fear, wide with concern.

“are you okay?”

“what happened?”

“i was here, and then i wasn’t, but it’s like nothing changed other than you all being gone,” you stood now, guiding them all through the process of your episode, now that you could finally process what had just happened. “it was that sound, that fucking clock sound, and i turned and it was something, like something you’d see out of a fucking movie, like the weird alien-monster things we’ve seen before. i don’t know—”

“vecna.”

“what?”

“she saw vecna,” dustin looks between everyone who all have seemed to agree with this consolation.

“will someone please translate what he just said?”

“vecna,” steve repeated, glancing up to you from the sudden heavy gloom laid upon him. “he’s the reason everyone’s been dying lately, you see him, you’re in an automatic death sentence… but you already knew that…”

you starred at him in disbelief, your eyes switching between each teen that sat on your couch, as if asking whether that was true or not, but they all avoided eye contact--which spoke louder than words.

“you’re fucking with me,” you scoffed, turning on your heal and beginning to pace. “of fucking course.”

“you don’t seemed so… terrified about this anymore,” max is quick to elbow lucas in the ribs who winces.

you ignore it, suddenly annoyed at the swift depressive mood change, “how do we kill this motherfucker?”

“you’re not giving up on me, are you steve?”

“of course not.”

the two of you stood on your back porch after steve had lightly pulled you by the elbow, recommending catching some fresh air.

you don’t believe his words. he seemed tired with almost the look of sadness in his eyes. this observation causes you to frown as you tip your head, slightly coming closer to steve to look at him better, “then why does it look like you’re the one dying and not me?”

he scoffs, “y/n.” he gets taller, straightening his posture from where he was previously leaned on your railing. he turns even more serious and it makes you frown. “why didn’t you tell me?”

“what difference would it have made?”

“we could have caught it earlier.”

“and be in the same position as we are in now?”

he doesn’t say anything, but still stares at you with a look that makes your chest tighten and your skin begin to flare up in heat.

and then, “i’m sorry about brandon.”

he wasn’t. he never liked him.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” he takes a step closer to you, his hand now clasping your arm. “we’re going to figure this out, i promise.”

“don’t promise me anything, stevie,” your hand softly caressed his cheek, giving him a thinned lip smile before walking inside, leaving him to himself outside.

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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Hi! Im not sure your taking request but if you are and you do billy Hargrove can you do billy Hargrove x plus!size reader smut? I keep finding really good fics but I feel weird reading being a plus size girl. Thank you

I love this!! I most definitely can do this. Especially me being plus!size myself, I know how it feels trying to fit yourself into the story so I most definitely can do this! I hope you enjoy this anon! 🥰

𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞? —𝐛.𝐡. ❤︎︎

༻₊˚.|❥ pairing: billy hargrove x fem!plus!size!reader

༻₊˚.|❥ summary: reader and billy have been best friends since billy and his step-sister, max, transferred to hawkins, indiana. one night, billy and y/n decided to sneak billy into her room to rant and have a smoke session, when billy admits that he has feelings for y/n. what will happen next? 🤔

༻₊˚.|❥ warnings: smut (18+), (mentions of reader having insecurities), spanking, rough-sex, hair-pulling, marijuana-use, high-sex, (mentions of groping), dirty-talk, p in v, unprotected sex (put on a condom guys, and be safe), doggy style, biting, missionary, creampie, spitting, swallowing, dacryphilia.

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you and billy had been friends since after about three months he moved to hawkins. of course you and him didn’t get off at the right foot in the beginning (considering he was an arrogant little shit when you both first met), but after awhile you both started to look at each others point of views and became very close.

it started when mrs. kelly, the guidance counselor, had asked you to tutor him for his history class. you had originally wanted to say “hell no” and keep it moving, but mrs. kelly, had convinced you to help him. at first when you started tutoring him, he would either not pay attention, or just ask you some questions about yourself (which you would eventually answer).

as time passed by, billy had eventually started paying attention to the work you were helping him with, and you both got close and became the best of friends. when your high school peers found out that you two were close-friends, they went into uproar.

they would give you and him weird stares because you were the “fat girl” that somehow got close to billy in a matter of months. it pissed you and billy off when they would ask if you both were messing around with each other. not because you both thought the other wasn’t attractive, it was because they were trying make it seem like you were desperate, and he was just looking for someone to bury his dick in.

but overtime, you and him both just tuned the rumors out and continued being the best of friends. you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t find billy attractive, hell, everyone thought he was. you even saw the moms look at him while he was working as the lifeguard at the hawkins community pool. it would be times where he would make flirtatious comments towards you, or when it would be time for you to go to the lifeguard chair and he was there, he would give you sly-smirk with a wink with those beautiful long lashes of his, making you flustered.

but most of the time, you tried not to pay too much mind to it because you thought to yourself “why would he be with someone like me, i’m not as skinny as most girls”. you didn’t think that way because you weren’t confident in yourself, because you were, but it just seemed kind’ve odd that an handsome and attractive boy like billy, would find interest in you. so you tried your best to not get your hopes up.

tonight you and billy decided that he should sneak up to your window tonight and you both were going to have a smoke-session, and talk about things that were going on in each other’s lives. he could even spend the night since your parents weren’t going to be home until 11 am tomorrow from their business trip.

you were tidying up your bedroom when you heard three taps on your window, making you quickly turn just to see billy with that prince charming smile of his and a quick wave. you quickly ran, and bent down a little to push up your window with as much force as you could, which successfully opened. you hurried up and pulled him in.

“hi billy” you said before giving him a comforting hug.

“hey sweet girl, whatchu been up to?”

“I was just cleaning up a little bit before you got here” you chuckled, “you brought the weed right?”

“yep i sure did, i brought the rolling papers also. you’ve got the snacks right?” he mocked before chuckling.

you playfully hit his shoulder. “yes i have them smart-ass, their placed in my closet, beside my bed for when we’re done.”

“thats what she said” he smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“shut up and roll up the joint, pretty boy” you giggled.

you soon walked over to your boom box, and started playing the song “call me” by blondie. you were swaying your hips to the beat as you listened to the song. as billy was rolling up the joint for the both of you, he couldn’t help but watch you in your element. you looked so beautiful and free that you couldn’t give a care in world to who or what was around you.

“can i have my face back dufus” you smirked.

it was then that he remembered he had to finish rolling up the joint, and stop eye-fucking you. “is that how you talk to me, when i’m the one that’s rolling this shit up?” he joked.

“yeah, yeah. however may i repay you, dear billy” you spoke sarcastically before laying beside billy on your bed where he was sitting. he chuckles, “well i do have one idea in mind”, he he looks at you and slowly licks the joint before giving you a small smirk.

you couldn’t help but feel flustered, but you chose to hide it. “you are such a man-whore billy” you laughed. he just shrugged and continued to focus on rolling up the joint, and you couldn’t help but watch him.

it made you feel so tingly inside to watch him use his tongue and his experienced fingers to roll up the joint. you could only imagine how godly he was in when it came to giving head—hell you even heard stories from around the school about it. you just wished you could be blessed to feel what the females he dealt with felt. you would damn near be willing to do anything to feel those pink lips, and tongue, and those thick calloused fingers roam across your luscious body. you could just cu—

“y/n!”, he snapped his finger together pulling you from your lewd-thoughts.

“hmm? what billy?” you said looking into the beautiful blue irises of him.

“i said that i’m finished rolling, but i forgot my lighter, do you have one?” he chuckled, knowing that you were staring again.

“umm-yeah! it’s in my nightstand, by the bed”, you smiled awkwardly.

as he was heading to your nightstand, you remembered that you had a certain something in the drawer, that you were embarrassed for anyone to know that you had it.

“w-wait billy, wait!” you panicked, but it was already too late. when billy open up the drawer, he was surprised to see that his bestfriend had a small, pink, vibrator placed next the lighter in her nightstand.

“oh y/n, i didn’t know you were into that shit” he looked back towards you to see your face flushed in embarrassment. he then holds the vibrator up to where the both of you could see. “and here i thought you were holier than though”, he smirked before you ran up to him and snatched the toy from his hands, causing him to laugh.

“oh please, don’t act like you don’t fiddle with your whistle from time to time, girl have needs too”, you said hiding it somewhere in your closet.

“really y/n? ‘fiddle with my whistle’? what are we in the second grade?” he chuckles before lighting up the joint and inhales it before releasing. “look sweet-cheeks, i’m not judging you for what you do on your spare-time.” he continues to smoke the joint before looking at you. “but why use a toy when you could get the ‘real thing’?”, he passes you the joint while continuing to look at you through those long eyelashes of his, making you look away.

you slowly began to inhale the joint, and held it in your lungs before you released it through your nose, making you feel the high quickly. “because billy, if you haven’t noticed by now, girls like me don’t really get a lot action in most cases.”

“what do you mean by “girls like you” he gave you a look of confusion.

you hesitated because you really didn’t want to explain something so difficult, but true. “i mean that “plus-size” or what some ignorant people would call “fat bitches”, don’t really have sex with a lot of people, because we’re self conscious. we can’t open up to people and give them our body because they judge our body before we even give it to them.”, you took another hit before passing it back to billy. you watched as his lips wrapped around the joint and he inhaled it while closing his eyes. leaving you to stare at his thick and pretty lashes.

“may i ask why you think that? i would like to know sweetheart.” he insisted though continuing to look at you and give you his full blown attention.

“because i don’t have the body that most girl’s have, okay? i don’t have the the thigh gap, or a petite figure with the sharp jawline and small hands.” you began to list. “instead billy, i have the stomach fat, the stretch-marks, and the “thunder-thighs” that by-the-way, i have to worry about them rubbing together and causing friction.” you ranted but billy continued to listen.

“i can’t tell you how many times that i felt so out of place, and i mean—could you blame me?especially when i would go to the pool, and i would wear that lifeguard bathing suit, and tits and ass would poke out. i would feel so exposed when people would stare at me, but i would mask it with a smile and an illusion of confidence with my head held high.” you smiled.

as billy listened to you, he couldn’t help but wish that you could see what he seen in you, and honestly he didn’t give a fuck about your weight, because he thought you were beautiful inside and out. he hung out with you because you were you, not because of your appearance. he didn’t give a flat fuck about what those immature cowards at your school thought when he began to publicly be friends with you. If you were his best-friend he was going to let that be known publicly because he wasn’t ashamed.

“hey, hey listen pretty-doll,” he places his hand on your thigh, making you look directly at him. “fuck what people think about you, okay? because let’s be damn honest, it doesn’t fucking matter in the real world.” He looked you directly in your eyes. “cause’ being “skinny” or “petite” isn’t going to stop people from always having a snobby ass opinion, okay? you could be the prettiest girl in the world, and there would be somebody trying pick at a small flaw that doesn’t fucking matter, an you wanna know why? because their fucking miserable and envious.”

as you listened to him, you couldn’t help but find him even more attractive. he genuinely cares about about you enough to let you know that you don’t have to be skinny or petite to fit in because you are fine just the way you are. these feelings you have for billy right now aren’t simmering down, their only growing to a different level.

“look all i’m saying is that you shouldn’t change yourself just because someone else doesn’t prefer you—and i mean i don’t see a damn thing wrong with your body. i love it all.” he said making a smile grow on your face. “really, billy?” you questioned.

“fuck yeah!” he insisted making you giggle a little. “i like your thick thighs, i love your thick curvy figure—and jesus christ don’t get me started on that big, luscious, plump ass of yours” he rolled his eyes to the back of his head as if he was reimagining it, as if you weren’t right there, making you blush.

“but y’wanna know what’s really admirable?” you nodded as you felt the high kick in from the joint, making your eyes lower a little. “that beautiful chubby face of yours, it looks so cute, especially when you smile.” you smile. “see, that’s what i’m talking about,” he reaches forward to lift your chin gently, “that cute smile that i look forward to seeing.”

you didn’t know if it was because of the weed that you were now starting to feel the after-effects of, but you could feel a hot pit of warmth in your lower belly. you could feel the sexual tension throughout the room, and you couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated as the lewd thoughts came running back through your mind.

you shimmied away from his touch, “oh billy, i think you’re just high—“ and you were shocked by his response, he had interrupted you by swiftly leaning forward and placing his lips upon yours. you of course kissed him back as your insides felt like they heating up with joy and excitement. his breath tasted of marijuana and the mint gum that had been long disposed earlier. you both kept a slow pace as slid his big masculine hand amongst your thighs as the other were hold your left cheek. he lowly groaned in the kiss before he pulled away softly and looked into your eyes.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for a while now” he grumbled before biting his bottom lip, making it turn cherry red.

“i can tell, you damn near sucked my face off.” you gave a soft giggles

“I can also kiss…other places doll.” his eyes trailed downwards towards your cunt before looking back up at you.

you couldn’t help but shudder at his his words. you looked at his eyes and they look like they were piercing through you. you noticed that they had became dark of lust. the look in his eyes were so intense you hurriedly looked away.

“uh uh, look at me pretty-doll” he said softly but with a hint of self-dominance. these nicknames weren’t helping with the sexual tension. but you obliged his command.

“no need to be nervous y/n, you can look at me doll, i don’t bite,” your eyes trailed to his pink lips as his face got closer to yours “well unless you want me too”. his face was so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face.

“billy? are you sure you wanna do this?” you questioned before he softly giggled.

“i should be asking you that sweet-cheeks, you look so flustered and hot, and i’ve barely even touched you” he smirked.

he began to press soft kisses on your cheek and jawline, nipping at it before leaning his lips close to your ear. “go ahead and strip for me princess, i want to see you. all of you” he said before leaning back and giving you a smug smirk with his low lustful eyes.

you looked at him to see if there were any hint of playfulness, and he raised an eyebrow he huffed a short breath to let you know that he was waiting patiently oblige to do his soft but dominant command. you slowly stood off of your bed from where he sat and watched your every move. you began to timidly bring your hands down to the hem of your shirt and pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts hugged by your bra.

you could hear billy’s breath hitch in his throat a little as you proceeded to slowly unbutton your denim shorts. “good girl, keep going pretty-doll.” he praised. you pulled down your shorts and shook them of off your ankles as they lightly flew across the room. you could hell be feel exposed, so you quickly try to hide yourself with both of your arms.

he slowly got of the bed and walked towards you. “hey y/n, what did i say? i want to see all of you. not just a specific portion baby girl.” you looked at him with your doe-eyes, “but what about my stretch marks billy?” he swiftly wrapped his hands around you waist and looked down towards you in the eyes. “y/n i’m a grown ass man, i could give a shit about stretch marks. i know what i’m getting myself into.” he assured.

you didn’t do anything but nod your head. he leaned his head down and roughly pressed his lips back onto yours, making him groan the kiss. you were so into the kiss that you didn’t even notice that he was moving both of your bodies back towards your bed, until you felt your body fall back onto the mattress as he continued to kiss you. he hands were roaming all over your body, leaving you only being in your undergarments. billy starts to move his lips towards your neck and nips a spot on your neck making you let out a small moan as groaned in approval.

he lifts his head up and brings his hands towards the straps of your bra, and slides them down, while you reach behind you to detach it. as soon as you detached it, he eagerly snatched the bra off your arms and threw it behind him. “won’t be needing that.” he said before peppering kisses all over your breasts. he leaned back up and quickly began to undress himself undress from his shirt while you help him unbutton his trousers, and pulled them down to his ankles. “thank you baby” he gave you a smile. “you’re welcome daddy.” he was astounded at those words that left your precious lips.

“god y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he grumbled. he proceed to kiss your breasts as he stuck out his tongue on one of your nipples before sucking on it while he squeezed the other. you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation. “please, please billy, don’t stop.” you pleaded. he let go of your nipple with a wet “pop” while into your eyes. “don’t worry i don’t plan to.” he smirked.

you and billy continued kissing as he slid his hands down your body until it reached your lower belly, teasing you before reaching where you wanted him the most. he then proceeded to palm your cunt, making you squirm a little before bucking your hips. he smirk, “you’re suck a needy little slut, aren’t you? don’t worry, i’mma fuck your lights out soon doll. real soon.” he takes his thumb and begins to rub circles on your bundle of nerves.

he feels you getting wetter by the second, and your whimpers and light moans were making him wanna go feral. when you didn’t expect it, he began to put a finger at you causing you to gasp at the sudden action. “ah, shit” you moaned softly as he continued to work his finger into you. “god y/n, you’re so tight” he adds another finger and you begin to moan even louder, feeling him speed up his pace.

“yes, yes, yes billy, fuck you’re making me feel soo good baby, fuck” you threw your head back against your pillows.

he took his fingers out of your pussy, making you whimper at the loss of the pleasurable sensation, and brung his fingers to his lips and put them inside to taste you. “mhmm,” he moaned lowly. “you taste even better than i imagined.” your stomach fluttered.

“but as much as i want to taste more of you, i have to fuck you right here, right now sweet-cheeks.” he quickly got on top of you and kissed you roughly on your plump lips. he reached down and stroked his dick as it leaked of pre-cum. he spreads your legs even wider and places his dick at your entrance, making you shudder. “you ready baby girl?” you nodded almost immediately.

he placed both of his hands on your hips and slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch. you felt the delicious sting of him stretching your tight walls open to the hilt, before he bottomed out. you moans as he gave you slow strokes to adjust you around his cock. when you gave him the green light to speed up his pace, oh baby, did you know that this was going to be the ride of your life.

his pace began to speed up as he grunted and moaned your name. “fuck y/n. you’re so warm and tight. it’s like this pussy loves me pounding into it, shit!” he grunted. you couldn’t do anything but moan in response. no one had ever or could ever fuck you like this. as if he couldn’t fuck you anymore dumb, mid-stroke, he placed both of he hands behind your knees and pushed them to your chest, making him reach that sweet spot to fuck you at a deeper angle. “b-billy, you’re fucking me so good baby” your moaned. “there’s more where that came from doll, open your mouth for me” he smirked.

you obliged and he puckered his lips and spat into you mouth,“swallow, slut.” you listened, “good fucking girl” he continued to pound into you ferociously making you moan even louder. you felt like you were on the verge of cumming and he knew that too, because were clenching down onto him. just when you were about to come he quickly pulled out and flipped you over. he gripped your hips and raised them to his, making your upper body press against the mattress. he slid right back into you, and continued with his rough and quick strokes.

“are you close baby? let daddy know.” you only moaned making him bring down a rough slap to your ass cheek. “speak up, y/n. i need to understand you baby.” he gave you another smack making you jolt forward and gripped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and make you look into his eyes while fucking you. “yes—fuck billy, yes.” you moaned.

“i am too baby, just hold on a little bit longer. we’re gonna cum together” he whispers into your ear. “mhm” you moaned feeling you eyes get heavy from the weed and the overbearing sensation of his dick repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. “i can’t hold it anymore billy”, you whimpered as a few tears fell down your face of feeling like you were finna explode. he continues pounding into you while still pulling your hair that makes you bend back and look him. he leans his face down, stick out his pink tongue, and licks the salty tears that had fell from your eyes, and groaned in pleasure. he moves over to your ear as you continued to take his pounding. “cum.” he said groaned, and you immediately let go making you roll your eyes to the back of your head and let out the loudest moans. a few more strokes later, billy let out a lewd moan and stilled his hips, and came into you.

as you both were coming down from your highs. billy released your hair, and trained kisses all over your back and caressed your hips. he slid out of you, and you whimpered while his cum slipped out of you. he helped you turn back over on your back, and you lay there as he grabbed his boxer’s and went to your bathroom to go clean himself up. you heard the sink running and didn’t pay to much mind to it.

you went to your drawer and grabbed you a big, oversized t-shirt and put it on, before laying back in bed on your back. he came back in your room and stood in front of your legs before spreading them apart. you looked at him in confusion before he placed the warm, damp, cloth on your cunt and help clean you up. when he finished he placed in your dirty hamper by your closet and got right back in bed with you.

“well, i didn’t know that you could handle me like that, billy hargrove” he chuckles lightly before looking in your eyes with his lowered ones.

“oh that wasn’t a problem at all doll,” you smiled as he wrapped his arm around you.

“the question is, can you handle me?”

The End.

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dadr0ckmusic · 2 years

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stranger things headcanons because i said so (fruity four + billy)

basically them in my dr

steve harrington

does restaurant challenges unironically. like he has to eat a big wet daddy burger in an hour just for a plaque on the wall and a pic with the owner smh

calls his car babygirl

modern au where he texts the girl he likes at 1:11, 2:22, etc just to get her hopes up

loves madonna. you can't tell me otherwise

he does yoga. and if you catch him he'll threaten your life

calls his house 'the love shack'

if you were just becoming friends with him he would listen to your music or do your hobbies with you just to make you happy

would totally rock out to stacy's mom

he gives off lactose intolerant vibes. i do not make the rules.

would definitely have playlists called "alt songs that make you drink monster" or "sad vibes" or "coronavirus got me like"

would've fucking KILLED on grindr

would love twilight. he's on team jacob

laughs at minion memes

robin buckley

the literal queen of your mom jokes

she would totally say "who up wonking they willy rn"

would work at spencer's

she had a ton of hamsters that died the most traumatic deaths when she was a kid and they're all buried in her backyard

loooves poop and fart jokes

she still sleeps with the same stuffed bear she had when she was little (and we are NOT judging)

says "oh my goodness gracious" at the funniest possible times

would literally FUCK at rainbow loom

her childhood room was purple and steve picks on her for it

cannot use chopsticks to save her life

one time steve made her mad so she literally WENT OFF THE GRID and he didn't see her for a whole week and he was freaking the fuck out

was a bug girl. worms? fuck yeah. roly polys? best buds. what the fuck is that thing? it has a terrarium now.

literally is the most caring person on the planet. she's always worrying about you and what you're feeling and what you're doing

only eats the marshmallows out of lucky charms

is scared of bees

billy hargrove

he bakes. he bakes cookies, cupcakes, you name it. if you ever catch him he's FORCING you to taste whatever he's making

an AVID reader. he's got books all over his room, stolen library books in the glove box of his car, and he's reading the hawkins post every morning no matter what

his mom taught him how to sew. lets say after a mishap with the whole 'different dimension' thing, you're bummed cause you got a hole in your favorite shirt. billy would be like "i can fix it for you" and you're like "what??" but he just gets mad and goes "just give me the fucking shirt" and then the next day he's bringing it to you good as new

hates cooked carrots

can fall asleep anywhere. couch, car, at a party, you name it. he will find a spot to fall asleep

he was actually very interested in supernatural stuff when he was younger. and then when max started telling him about everything billy was like "wait. i read this about... blah blah blah" and max is just so surprised

he can totally make a mean cocktail. you want a pina colada? whipped up in seconds. craving a margarita? he's got the salt ready. feeling like an old fashioned? liquor's already in front of him.

he never wears sunscreen. not a single spf anywhere on his body.

calls girls broads and you can NOT tell me otherwise

totally thinks metallica was at its best in their thrash era. sorry bud i'd hate to break it to you

hates the fourth of july cause of y'know.

i feel like he would totally get into dog rescue after he leaves hawkins.

would totally kick ass at mario kart. like he's THE BEST and he always chooses bowser

would totally bash you for your music taste if it was different than his. "what the hell is a beatle?" "mick jagger is not hot." "queen? aren't they gay?" "zeppelin? who taught you that?"

a literal GOD at making mac n' cheese

nancy wheeler

so so so stubborn it's actually annoying.

call her 'einstein' and you're six feet under the floorboards

the tom cruise poster in her room has stared her in the face ever since robin commented on it

nancy's actually amazing at rollerskating. like even mike was surprised because when did she get good at that?

she has nightmares about what happened to barb multiple times a week :(

please know that if you're really close to her she would kill someone for you. no hesitation.

she's super literal? like when someone asks a hypothetical question she's like "when would this happen? why w-" and then immediately get cut off

has a tonnn of notebooks/journals just filled with random stuff like doodles, school notes, reminders, and little ramblings

has plants named after each of her friends and when something's wrong with one of the plants, there's always something wrong with the friend.

is a feminist (slay)

she saves every birthday card given to her and keeps them in a box in her closet

she's a morning person. up and at 'em before 9 every morning and it pisses the gang off when they all sleep in the wheeler's basement. "nancyyyyy..... close the curtains i beg of you..." "it's such a beautiful day, don't you think?"

she's actually amazing at shoplifting.

eddie munson

is allergic to peanuts

when i tell you this man is spontaneous... think 100x more. he'll pull up to your house at 11pm and declare that he planned a road trip while sitting in detention earlier that day and that you're going with him. "eddie what are you doing here? it's so late." "we're going to ohio. we're gonna stop in columbus for like five minutes and drive back." "what the hell."

has cried to sweet child o' mine and will keep that fact to his grave

owns multiple pairs of boxers with superhero logos on them.

definitely has 10 in 1 shampoo that he uses for everything.

ate dirt as a child

if you ever smoke pot with him, just expect him to say the weirdest shit while he's doing whatever. "do you think steve is thinking about me right now?" "yoooooo...... uh.... yo..... um...... i forgot....." "i want to get a cat." "shut up eddie."

he's just,,,, so oblivious,,,,, to sarcasm, flirting, jokes, etc

has ADHD, no doubt about it.

just like billy, he'll bash you on your music taste no matter what. even if you like the same music as him. "that's your favorite tool song? god, you could do way better than that." "c'mon, you know that dio sang better than ozzy." "munson, you're lying straight through your teeth and you know it."

will make you friendship bracelets and you KNOW you're wearing them till you die.

modern au where you're facetiming him and he takes SO MANY facetime pics of you and sometimes makes them his lockscreen. he thinks he's THE SHIT for that.

he giggles. a total giggler.

he flicks dustin in the head all the time.

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p0und-cake · 2 years

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The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part One)

Part Two! - Part Three!

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

SPOILERS FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR

plot summary - im planning for this to be a 3-parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of unaliving, attempted unaliving, talking someone down from unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol

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Right now, being Eddie Munson’s boyfriend and the dead kid’s brother really wasn’t the greatest position ever for you. You would really rather be at home with your step-sister and step-mother instead of hiding at Skull Rock with Eddie after watching Patrick McKinney get his bones broken like someone was cracking a glow-stick.

Ever since you and Eddie had watched Chrissy Cunningham die in his trailer, things had just taken a turn for the worst. You had heard Chrissy’s bones cracking from Eddie’s bedroom along with his screaming, and when you got in the living room, you saw something you could never imagine, despite having seen a huge monster at the Starcourt mall. Chrissy had been suspended in the air, her limbs bent in several directions that NO limbs should ever go. You came in right as her eyeballs popped out of their sockets and she crashed into the floor. You had no time to get over the shock that Chrissy was the one buying from your boyfriend, and just had to deal with the fact she was dead on the floor.

You and Eddie had a sort of agreement. It was pretty much common courtesy that he didn’t tell anybody who his customers were, and you accepted that. So when he told you somebody was coming over for a deal, you nodded and said you’d stay in his room until the person was gone. Of course, that didn’t last very long.

Eddie was of course freaking out. Some girl had just fucking died in his living room. As he yelled and cried you had stared at Chrissy’s body, trying to figure out what had even happened. Was it something with the upside down? If it was, fuck that shit. Not after what had happened to your brother.

“Let’s go.”

“Huh?!” Eddie sputtered, almost forgetting you were there.

“We can’t report this to the cops. They’re…” You hesitated, knowing that Eddie wasn’t going to want to hear this. “They’re…gonna think either me or you did it.”

“What?!”

“Think about it, Ed!” You grabbed his shoulders to stop him from pacing. “Chrissy Cunningham is fucking dead in your living room! What is that gonna look like?! My sister knew I was going here! We live right across the street!”

Good god, what was Max going to think?

“We have to get the hell out.” You said, trying to stay calm for Eddie’s sake.

“Shit, shit, you’re right.” He breathed out shakily. “Come on, I-I know somewhere!” Eddie grabbed one of your hands that was on his shoulders and dragged you out, audibly freaking out as he did so. You jumped in the passenger seat and he got in the driver’s. He quickly sped off, leaving you to just stare at where you lived with Max and Susan.

This was just going to crush them. After what had happened with Billy and then Neil leaving? You had picked up a job at a gas station in order to help Susan provide for everybody. After your brother had passed away, everything had just gone south. She and Neil had started fighting, he left, she picked up multiple jobs, and now she was drinking like no tomorrow. You had tried hard to be there for Max, but she had almost shut off completely. Nobody except you was exactly close to Billy, but you knew she had some caring for him. You couldn’t imagine how it must feel grieving for someone who hurt you.

As Eddie had ranted about wherever you were going, all you could think about was Billy. What would he do? You were a little sad to say you didn’t know. The two of you were relatively close when you were kids and your mother was around. But Neil ruined everything. He had driven Mom away and only caused you and Billy so much more pain. You remembered the nights when Billy would come to you with black eyes, fighting back tears and trying to be strong. You were just a little older than him, but that didn’t make the fact you were his big brother any different.

That being said, you couldn’t handle the fact that you had failed him once moving to Hawkins. You had forgotten what being a big brother had meant. He had seemed so independent and was pushing you away, so you figured he didn’t need you anymore. He had grown up. You stopped staying at the house as often. You went out with some of the jock friends you had made. You didn’t want to deal with Neil yelling at you and hurting you and calling you slurs. You realized too late that really had needed you. He was dead by the time you had realized how royally you’d fucked up. You had left him alone in a house. But not a home.

Ever since he died the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

But that’s how you met Eddie Munson.

It had all started when your dad left. He made you stay with Susan and Max. He told you it was your fault that Billy had died. Everything had been your fault, according to him. Your fault that your mother had left. Your fault Max was getting into trouble. You were to blame for all of it. You remember Susan begging him to take it back, that you didn’t do anything. But his words still rang clear in your head.

“The f*g only has himself to blame.”

Now you realized he just said that because he didn’t want to admit it was his fault. But then? You were still grieving over your little brother who you failed to save.

So, that night after Neil had left, you decided you didn’t want anything to be your fault ever again. Standing on the edge of that quarry that one middle schooler got his arms broken at by some girl, apparently, you were ready to just relieve everybody. But before you could do what you had planned, someone had called out.

“Hey, woah, bud! That’s the wrong place you wanna jump off if you’re going for a swim.”

You had whipped around and saw a strange boy your age with a shirt that read ‘Hellfire’. He was obviously cautious, knowing what your plan was.

“Go away!” You shouted. “Just- get out of here!”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, you fucking can! Just go, please! I dunno who you are, but nothing you have to say is gonna make me fuckin’ feel better!”

The boy sighed, and you thought he had left, but suddenly he was right there next to you.

“Well, you at least gonna tell me your name so I can tell people who I saw jump off at the quarry?”

“What? What do you care?”

“You gonna answer the question?” He asked, perfectly calm as opposed to your loud, shaky voice and puffy eyes. “What’s your name?”

“…(Y/n)…”

“(Y/n)…?”

“…Hargrove.” You uttered the last name like it was delicate glass.

It seemed to click in his head immediately. Hargrove. The dead kid. You were related to the dead kid.

“Shit…well, I’m Eddie. Nice to meetcha.” He offered you a smile and held out his hand. Your eyebrows furrowed as you nervously took his hand. “Now, if you’re gonna jump, just know it’s not gonna solve anything.” He said, gripping your hand in his as if to try and ground you. You just glared and ripped your hand away.

“I guess I’ll have to be the judge of that.” You gave him no further explanation and that’s when you stepped off the edge.

Instantly, you regretted it. The feeling of falling really wasn’t fun, and in that moment you remembered Susan and Max. Luckily, that feeling didn’t last too long.

A strong hand had grasped your arm. Eddie had knelt down on the edge and grabbed you. All he did was smile at you.

“You really think I was gonna let you fall, Hargrove?” He quickly yanked you up. This man had strength.

You scrambled up and scooted away from the cliff, trying to fight back the tears that were coming on but miserably failing. You’d always been shamed for crying. It wasn’t manly, according to…like, everybody you knew. You remembered hiding your tears during Billy’s funeral, only to go out by this same quarry and scream out your frustrations in private. But…Eddie didn’t say anything. He just went and sat next to you, crossing his legs. You tried stopping, worried he would eventually make some backhanded comment.

But he didn’t. He laid his hand on your back, being cautious in case you didn’t want to be touched.

“I know this is kinda weird considering we just met, but…do you wanna hug?”

You stared at him for a few seconds. When was the last time someone had hugged you? You couldn’t remember. Eddie seemed to sense your uneasiness, and he held out his arms, almost like he knew you basically forgot how to initiate one. You bit your lip and eventually just said fuck it and leaned forward and hugged the boy. As soon as he wrapped his arms around you, it was all over. The tears gushed out of your eyes like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. Your throat tightened and you started shaking like a baby rattle. You were a mess. You felt pathetic as you cried like a baby in this stranger’s arms.

“Shit- f-fuck- ‘m sorry…” You stammered out, your words barely comprehensible due to your onslaught of tears. “You shouldn’t have to deal with a total stranger’s problems, man…”

“Well…yeah, so?” Eddie hummed. “I wasn’t about to let a pretty boy like you jump off and die a painful death on those rocks.”

Pretty boy? Your face was already red from crying, but it just got a little redder. That’s when you spotted the black handkerchief/bandana in his back pocket.

“I-I hope you didn’t stop me just because you wanted a fuck.” You mumbled, and now it was his turn to be surprised.

“I- well, no, that’s not what I meant-” he started stammering, not sure if he should reassure you or be surprised you knew what that meant. “You’re- I mean, shit-”

You couldn’t help but just laugh a little, sniffling as you pulled away. He looked a little scary, but he was actually pretty sweet. “It’s okay…I just joking. You’re…y’know?”

Eddie seemed to relax. “Yeah, I am. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded in understanding. “Well, nice to know you aren’t gonna call me a slur or anything.” He chuckled lightheartedly.

“Same.” You breathed out shakily. It wasn’t often you met another gay person. You knew Robin Buckley was, but that’s about it.

“So…do you wanna talk about anything? I mean if not, that’s whatever.” Eddie hummed. “If you want a distraction or anything, that’s cool too.”

“A distraction?”

Eddie smiled and stood up, offering his hand which had several huge rings. “Yeah, c’mon. Ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

#stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x male reader #billy hargrove #hargrove reader #hellfire club

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 2 years

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Eddie 100% would have to begrudgingly come to an agreement on Steve dating schedule with not only Billy, his five kids but also his attack helicopter lesbian Robin.

Steve is a very busy bottom/ mom/ bestie. He has to smooch at 3pm, pick up the kids at 4, drop them off to their after school programs or play dates at 4:30, feed Robin at 4:35, make sure she gets to her play date with Nancy by 5pm, smooch again at 5:15 and then pick up his kids at 6pm. Then he’s gotta make sure the kids have had dinner and are in bed by 10, help with homework for the stragglers. Make sure ROBIN is in bed by 10 and not being a disaster gay at 3am again.

Eddie really will have to swoop in at 10pm on the dot. Drag Steve into the van and speed away for even the possibility of a snuggle. His poor lil single mom boyfriend deserves to be spoiled and pampered.

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tonixe · 2 years

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Why are people talking about how Eddie would have a breeding kink like bro can't even graduate. 💀

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lavenderdreams22 · 2 years

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I Love You, Eddie - e.m.

Warnings: Billy Hargrove, mentions of death, slight blood, very little cursing. Kinda angsty.

Requested: Nope, but I have had this idea in my head for weeks. Eddie Munson x Reader.

Walking through the woods to Skull Rock with a bunch of Freshman and Steve Harrington to meet my fugitive boyfriend was never how I imagined spending my Friday night. And a few years ago I would have laughed in your face if you had told me this would be the case, but here we were. Steve led them farther and farther away from me as I stumbled over branches and rocks. I had never been coordinated, it was something that Robin and I had bonded over quite early in our friendship, but it was becoming glaringly obvious as this hike went on just how uncoordinated I really was.

“Hurry up, Y/N! You’re going to fall behind.” Steve shouted, standing on the trunk of a fallen tree with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, yeah. Give me a break, Harrington.” I huffed, stepping carefully. “I’m not trying to roll my ankle.”

“Robin is faster than you!” He threw his arms up before jumping from the trunk and marching over to me as I struggled.

“Yeah, well…” I started. I had no real excuse, and the words died in my throat as I heard the chiming of a clock in the distance.

Whirling around, I scanned the trees. There was nothing out there. Not that I could see, anyway.

“What is it?” Steve asked, stopping a few feet behind me.

“Do you hear that?” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“Hear what? The sound of our friends leaving us?” Steve grumbled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“No… I-I can hear a clock chiming…” I said, and he pulled his hand off of me as if I had burned him.

Suddenly, the woods went quiet, and I scanned them once more. The clock chimed in the distance again, and I shuddered. “Steve, we need to move.”

He didn’t answer, and a chill ran up my spine causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand on end.

“Steve?” I asked as I slowly turned. He was nowhere to be found. “Steve? Where did you go?”

“Steve isn’t here. They’ve all left you behind.” A dark voice boomed from behind me. “Just like you’ve left me behind.”

That voice… I knew that voice. But there was absolutely no way that Billy Hargrove was standing in these woods. He was gone.

“What? Can’t even look at the love of your life?” He chuckled, “I should have known you would waste no time moving on once I was out of the picture. What has it been? Six months?”

“Billy?” Tears pricked my eyes as I turned and was met with blue eyes. He looked the exact same as the day he had died. His white tank top and face covered in his blood.

He took a step towards me, and even though every fiber of my being told me to run in the other direction, I couldn’t move. He was really here. He was standing here, in front of me. His face was contorted in anger and disappointment, but he was here.

“How would your new boyfriend feel if I told him how much of a coward you are? It should have been you that day at Starcourt.” He spit, taking another step forward. His breath was now fanning over my face, and I felt the tears falling.

“Billy, please.” I reached forward to touch his arm. “Please, don’t.”

These thoughts weren’t anything new, I had felt this way every day since he had been killed, but it struck something different in me as I heard the words pass his lips. He had always been an asshole, but he reserved the sweetest parts of himself for me. The snarl on his face right now broke something in me, and I flinched as he swatted my hand away. I had seen Billy angry many times, but never like this. He was murderous, and I was, for the first time, on the receiving end of it.

“You said that you loved me. Do you remember that? But, if you loved me, you would have known that it wasn’t me that summer, Y/N. Do you feel guilty that I was suffering and you had no idea?” He gritted out through his teeth. “You were so upset about Karen Fucking Wheeler, that you didn’t even notice that I was possessed.”

“I knew something was wrong, I knew you weren’t you.” I reached out to him, “Please, I was trying to find a way to help you. I was looking for ways to get you back.”

“Liar.” He leaned forward, his face only inches from mine.

“I’m not, Billy. I’m not lying.” I pleaded, taking a step back.

“You are lying. But that’s okay. He’s going to make you pay.” His grin was evil, and I took another step back, tripping over a branch and landing on my ass as he laughed. “Let’s just hope that you have more courage when it comes to your new boyfriend. Have you told him that you love him?”

There was no humor in that laugh. There was nothing of the Billy I had loved left in this person standing over me. I had to be hallucinating, this couldn’t be real.

I squeezed my eyes shut, tears still streaming down my cheeks, when I heard Steve’s voice. There were hands on my shoulders, on my face. And when I opened my eyes again, Eddie’s concerned eyes were there, watching me carefully.

“What the hell just happened?” Steve asked, Max and Dustin standing behind him.

I met Max’s eyes, and the tears fell faster. Her eyes softened, and she ran to me, throwing herself to her knees beside me and pulling me into her arms.

“I saw him, Max. He was so real, but it wasn’t really him.” I sobbed into her shoulder, and she nodded.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t real.” Max said, letting me cry as she tried to soothe me.

“When were you going to tell us that you were hallucinating?” Steve said, his voice low.

“I didn’t want to scare you guys.” My eyes slipped to Eddie, who was watching me with wide eyes. “And there’s already so much going on.”

“How long has this been happening?” Max asked, finally pulling away.

“It’s been about half a week, but the headaches and nosebleeds and nightmares have been happening for a while.” I said, still watching Eddie. “Since before Chrissy.”

“It was Billy that you saw, wasn’t it?” Eddie finally said, his hands clenching and unclenching.

All I could say was, “Yes.”

Everyone seemed to let out a heavy breath at once, but Eddie just watched me, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Alright, well, now we have to move faster. I don’t know which of you will be the next target, but it seems that Vecna likes to have options.” Steve ran a shaking hand through his hair. “Let’s get the hell out of here. Eddie, go grab your stuff, dude.”

Eddie nodded, before standing and jogging off in the general direction of our original meeting spot.

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Once we were back in Max’s trailer, Eddie sat next to me. His arm was wrapped around me protectively, as if I might disappear if he wasn’t constantly touching me. They were all working on a plan to hopefully draw Vecna out and then kill him, but I couldn’t focus. My eyes were on Eddie. Taking in the way he spoke, the way he moved, his laugh. He glanced at me several times throughout the planning, and each time he gave me a small, adoring smile.

Once everyone broke off into smaller groups, I turned to him fully. “Can we talk?” I asked, my voice low to avoid eavesdroppers.

“Of course.” Eddie glanced around, looking for somewhere private, before gesturing down the hall.

We made our way into one of the bedrooms, and he shut the door before leaning back on it, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were wary, and I wrung my hands together as I stared at the patches on his vest.

“Look at me, princess.” His voice was soft, but full of worry.

“I need to get something out. Before we all run headfirst into the lion’s den. Please let me finish before you say anything. I’m worried that if you interrupt that I won’t be able to say what I need to.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” He pretended to zip his lips closed and toss the key behind him.

I smiled at that, and met his eyes. “I know we’ve only been together for a month and a half, but I realized something today. When I was inside that hallucination.” I paused, and he nodded to let me know that it was okay to continue. “I realized that I love you. I know we haven’t said it, and I don’t expect you to answer me or feel the same yet, but I do. I love you.”

I sighed, watching him closely. His eyes were unreadable, and I continued. "Every day since the day we met I have felt more myself than I have in a long time. I never thought that I would be able to fall in love again, not after Billy... But you helped me feel like I was worth it. You made me want to live. And I will always be grateful to you, so no matter what happens to me, or to you, when this is all over… Just know that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me, and that I love you, Eddie.”

He nodded, before pushing himself off of the door. “Am I allowed to talk now?” He asked. I only nodded. His face split into a grin, and I felt the room light up around us. “I have been waiting for the right time to tell you this, but I love you, too. I didn’t want to do it in the middle of the apocalypse, but now that we’re here, I couldn’t imagine saying it any other time.: He stepped forward, pulling me into his chest.

We stood in each other's arms for a moment, his chin resting on the top of my head before I pulled back to look into his eyes.

“You’re not just saying it back because of the impending apocalypse, are you?” I joked, grinning at him.

He laughed a little, brushing a stand of hair out of my eyes. “I have been in love with you, and known that I was in love with you for weeks now. I had planned this elaborate date, flowers and dinner and stargazing, the whole nine yards so that I could tell you. I wanted to make it special.”

“It’s still special because it’s you.” I grinned, and he dipped closer to me, his lips brushing against mine.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N. And I will still love you when the world ends, or if you have another hallucination of your ex boyfriend.” He stopped, and laughed as I rolled my eyes. “I will love you for the rest of my life.” Eddie said before he pressed his lips to mine.

It was soft and slow, and I felt myself melting into his arms as he smiled into the kiss.

“What?” I asked, pulling away slightly.

“It feels different now that we’re in love. Sweeter, almost.” He laughed again before he pressed his lips to mine again.

This time, the kiss was needy and rushed. Our lips moved in sync, and I felt my heart beat speed up as he walked me back towards the bed on the opposite wall. His hands slipped down to my hips, his fingers finding the exposed skin of my sides as my shirt rode up, and he traced circles there, his rings cooling my heated skin.

My hand roamed down his chest to the waistband of his jeans, and he groaned into my mouth as my fingers slipped under his shirt and over the skin of his abdomen. As he started to shrug off his jacket, there was a loud knock at the bedroom door.

“Everything alright in there, love birds?” Steve called from the other side.

“Yes, we were just talking.” I said, as Eddie caught his breath.

“Alright, well we need to get going. Hurry it up.” Steve said, twisting the knob. Eddie had at some point locked the door. “Why is this door locked?”

“You’re their babysitter, not ours.” I snapped, stomping over to the door and unlocking it.

Steve pushed it open and eyed us both. “If you want to get in each other's pants, how about you cross the street and do it in Eddie’s bed instead of Max’s moms?”

“Get out of here, Steve.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

“Okay, okay. But leave the door open.”

“Yes, mom.” Eddie said, his back still to the door as he tried to compose himself.

It was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes, but he made his way back down the hall. Eddie turned slowly to look at me, his eyes bright with amusement.

“Wanna take up his offer and go back to mine?” Eddie asked, crossing the room to envelop me in his arms.

“After we save the world, my love.” I grinned at him, pressing another kiss to his lips.

“Okay, after we save the world, then.” He pulled away, taking my hand and pulling me down the hallway to the rest of the group. Even with impending doom looming over all of us, I couldn't keep the smile off of my face.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #st4 #billy hargrove #eddie munson fluff

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yournotsolocalcryptid · 2 years

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Room For Two

part 4/?

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summary: you and billy arrive at your home and you tell him he'll be sleeping in your bed... alone

pairing(s): Billy/Four x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 932

Warnings/Authors notes: emotions, repressed feelings, angst, fluff, there's only one you guys and there will remain one bed for the rest of the series so... mention of hospitals and injury, crying, negative and complex emotions. poor writing skills, poor proofreading and editing, an american writing a brit. I know its been super long since the last part but here ya go

When you and Billy arrive at your doorstep after leaving the hospital (for the second time), you start to panic again, just as you’d done the night before. Billy coming home with you and staying at your place for days or weeks on end wasn’t anything new so why was your stomach twisting like that? You were wondering if Billy was nervous at all when you felt his hand on your wrist, a soft request for your attention. You turned to face him and for a moment you both just looked at each other, you both had so much to say and just were not sure how to say it or where to start. You waited for Billy to say what he had obviously wanted to but instead, he just pulled you into a tight hug, the kind of hug only he could give you. The kind of hug you’d missed desperately since he’d gone.

“I’ve missed you, love” he said, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. Then, after what felt like an eternity and yet, not quite long enough, he let go, stepped around you and continued to your door.

You shook off the feelings stirring inside you as you spun around to follow him. You unlocked the door and stepped inside, Billy at your heels. You flipped on the light, slipped off your shoes and locked the door behind you. You turn around to find Billy wandering around the small area you call home, re-familiarizing himself with the space he’d once known so well.

“you can have the bed. Amy said you’d have to be somewhere comfortable and you shouldn’t get up or move more than necessary for another few days at least and you'd have to continue to take it easy for the next couple of weeks because of your stitches”

“Why do I get the bed?”

Your brow creased in confusion “I just told you, You need to-

“No, why do I get the bed to myself? Why aren’t we getting the bed?”

Your mouth dropped open as words failed you.

“It’s not like we haven't shared a bed before” at this point he was no longer looking around the room but directly at you, his expression one of determined curiosity, as though he was daring you. Daring you to do what you didn't know. To confess why you didn't just share the bed to begin with? To join him? To hold your ground and sleep on the couch?

“I’ll take the couch. I like the couch”

Knowing arguing wouldn't help, all he said was “there's room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa”

Later that evening as you lay on the sofa, wide awake and becoming more and more uncomfortable as the hours drug on you couldn't help but think of Billy in your bed. Warm beautiful Billy in your warm, comfortable bed. His words bouncing around in your brain. You turned over in one last-ditch attempt to stay where you were.

“There’s room for two if you no longer fancy the sofa”

you gave in with a huff and you hauled yourself off your makeshift bed and made your way over to the ajar door of your bedroom. You paused in the doorframe, questioning your judgment. The soft moonlight from the window illuminated Billy's face as he slept. He looked so peaceful and the scene was so familiar. You nudged the door slightly further open as you entered, then you lifted the covers and slid in next to the blond. He wrapped himself around you the instant you were comfortable and mumbled in your ear, “I knew you’d cave eventually. Knew you couldn't resist”

The next morning you awoke with billy half on top of you. He was sleeping soundly, his breath still deep and steady. You carefully moved just enough so you could roll to face him, but remain within his reach. He shifted a little but remained asleep. You’d missed this and everything about him but things had changed.

When billy left you were broken and since he came back all you can think about is how he lied and how he was able to abandon you and your heart broke again. Your eyes welled with tears and you slipped the rest of the way out from under him and headed to the bathroom, shutting both the bathroom and bedroom doors quietly behind you.

The room was only lit by the dim cold early morning light but you didn't care, turning on the lights hadn't even crossed your mind. You leaned on the sink, head hung low and willed yourself not to cry but you knew it was a battle you wouldn't win. Your breath was ragged as the first tear fell with more quick to follow. You turned away from your reflection, your back hitting the door softly and you slid to the ground. Tears streamed down your face and you sat, quietly sobbing as the sun rose higher in the sky. When the tears finally slowed and your breathing calmed, the small room was bathed in sunshine, starkly contrasting your mood. After a while of just zoning out, your mind and heart numb to it all, you wiped your face of the stray half-dried tears still clinging to your face and stood. With a deep breath, you left the bathroom, unsure of how much time had passed. You took a few steps toward your small kitchen, thinking of breakfast then you stopped cold. A man you’d never seen before was sitting on your couch looking at you expectantly.

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breakthechainx · 2 years

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𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 // 𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕡𝕥. 𝟙

Summary: Moving to Hawkins wasn’t your ideal plan for your senior year of high school, but upon arrival you make some new friends and a relationship you believe may work out, or so you think. Through all of this, you slowly begin to meet the “town freak”, Eddie Munson, and try your best to build a relationship with him, but some obstacles may hold you back. Will true love prevail? (alternate reality)

Warnings: drinking/getting drunk, slight swearing, brief sexual mentions, family abuse, grief of family member

Hawkins, 1985;

Starting your senior year at Hawkins High right in the middle of the semester was not your ideal affair. Cliche cliques and friend groups, useless classes that served no point beyond giving students busy work, and all the drama associated with being a teenager in a small town. Life for you wasn’t pleasant at home, so you took school as a way to get away from the constant arguing and abuse you endured from your father.

When your father took a job across the state to work at the local plant in Hawkins, he dragged you along for the move as you really had no other option. Luckily, with this job came the chance to be alone most nights as he worked night shifts frequently, and when he was home, he was usually too drunk to notice you or passed out in his bedroom. You might be wondering, “where's your mom?” to which I can say she passed away when I was younger. While I barely remember her, I do have faint memories of her that make me smile every once in a while. Her warm hugs, that cheerful laugh she would induce, and overall the love she gave you while she was still here. Your father wasn’t always bad, but once your mother passed, he became a whole new person; someone you didn’t recognize.

After a couple weeks of being a fly on the wall at Hawkins High, you became acquaintances with a few students. The most notable being Nancy Wheeler, a fellow senior at Hawkins, who became your partner in a shared English class and you two hit it off immediately. A bit intimidating she may be, but she was easy to talk to once you got to know her. She gave the best advice when it came to school or boys or pretty much any topic at hand. After becoming closer and closer over the next couple of months, she invited you to a party, to which you agreed to go to, hopeful to meet some new people.

The night of the party, you had met some of her friends, a previous Hawkins High student named Steve Harrington and his friend and coworker, Robin Buckley.

Steve gave you a soft smile and subtle wave upon meeting, “Hey there, y/n” he said. You returned that soft smile to him, waving back as Robin smiled from ear to ear, saying hello and embracing you in a hug that threw you off guard at first.

As Robin pulled back, she rambled about how exciting it was to meet new people, clearly a tad bit intoxicated. You chuckled as you listened to her speak. “You know, Steve never brings me to these things… always talks about how I’m too much and tend to ramble an-... and I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” She threw the palm of her hand to her forehead with a grimace as you laughed, shaking your head, stating, “No no, not at all. I’m excited to meet some of Nancy’s friends…” you gestured to her, “She has nothing but kind things to say about the both of you.”

After talking with the group for what felt like hours, slowly sipping the beers Steve grabbed for you from the kitchen counter on multiple occasions, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes on you. They bore into the back of your skull, prompting you to turn and see who it might be. Finally, you turn your head to see none other than Billy Hargrove, the school “bad boy”, if you’d even call him that, staring at you with those narrow eyes, swigging at whatever drink he most likely stole from an underclassmen. He was surrounded by other guys, mostly those who looked like they hadn’t showered in days or jocks who thought winning two basketball games in a row entitled them to whatever they pleased. You gulped nervously, diverting your eyes away and taking another sip of your beer. You looked back at Nancy and the others, only to see them talking to one of Steve's friends. You sighed, knowing you had no escape route.

When you turned back to look in the direction of Billy, you noticed he still had his eyes locked on you, smirking as he caught your glance. You blushed slightly, chewing at the inside of your lip, sending him a nervous smile. When he gestured for you to come over with a nob of his head, you were hesitant at first. Finally, stepping away from your group, you headed over towards Billy, staggering a bit from the previous beers you had consumed. Upon reaching him in the crowded living room, he smirked yet again before saying, “You’re the new girl, right?”

Cheeks still red, you nodded with a timid laugh, “That would be me, I’m y/n”

He stood up from the wall he was leaning against, towering over you as he leaned in, closer to your face than expected, “Well, y/n” he purred as he leaned closer to your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Maybe we can get together if you’re free sometime” you could feel his words against your exposed shoulder. It wasn’t a question; more so a demand.

You hesitated, not sure what to say at first. This was the last thing you expected, especially from Billy of all people. But, the alcohol in your system and the urge to meet new people consumed you, so you finally agreed, “Yeah, I think that would be nice,” you said with a hesitant laugh.

He grinned that signature grin of his before continuing, “I was thinking maybe tonight, my place?” His icy blue eyes drilled into yours, giving you no other option other than to shake your head without a word. That was all he needed before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, walking away with you to the nearest exit. Receiving pats on the back and joking sexual noises from his group of friends who hovered around, to which you couldn’t do anything but blush and nervously chuckle to.

Walking towards the door, you made eye contact with Nancy and her gang, who shot you a nervous look that you didn’t quite catch on to in the moment. The six or seven beers you consumed by this point had not allowed you to see the red flags of going home with none other than Billy Hargrove. You gave her a small shrug with a laugh, telling her you’d be alright. Nancy, Steve and Robin did not like the idea of you leaving with him, but you didn’t care. Maybe this would be good for you, meeting new people was what you wanted, right?

As you got closer and closer to the door, you were met with a slight shoulder check that sent you aback. “Whoa, sorry there sweetheart. It’s a madhouse in here” you looked up to to see brown, doe eyes looking down at you with a smile and ringed hands raised in an apologetic manner. You took the stranger in for a moment, his dark brown, wavy hair down to his shoulders, leather jacket covered in a denim vest with every metal band patch you could think of covering it.

You smiled drunkenly, and before you could say anything, Billy shoved the boys shoulder firmly with a “Watch where you’re going, you fucking freak” as he continued to pulled you through the crowd. Upon reaching the door, you turned back to see those same brown eyes looking at you with concern, wondering if you were in good hands for the night. You sent an apologetic smile, a whispered “sorry”, and he was the last thing you saw before leaving the party for the night.

gif by drogonstone

author notes; hi all! i'm sorta new to this whole writing thing, so i apologize for any plot holes or errors on my part! i'm thinking of making this a mini series to show the reader and eddies build-up to a (hopefully) relationship hehe... it may get a little dark the next few chapters if i go with the plot line i'm thinking of so just a tw. if there are any requests for a part two, please let me know! thank you all ♥ cheers

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pollenallergie · 1 year

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this user loves and misses billy knight, and thinks more people should write for him. <3

#billy knight #do it you cowards #it can’t just be like the four or five designated blogs that write for billy #there needs to be more of us #he deserves it #billy knight x reader #billy knight thoughts #billy knight strike #billy knight fic

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hargrove-mayfields · 2 years

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It’s finally day one of @harringroveweek! Yay!

The prompt I went with for the 24th was: [Holiday] In the Summer! Here goes!

It’s late June again. School’s out, Max is turning 15. Three days away from the one year anniversary of when shit started going wrong.

Ideally, Billy wants to spend it moping; Honestly that’s how he spends most of his time anymore.

Since getting out of the hospital, since moving into a trailer with the Mayfields, since- well, everything- he just doesn’t have the motivation for much. Or the ability. Though that’s harder to admit.

So even though it’s the little shits birthday, and he spent the morning helping Susan tape balloons to the TV set and shit since he couldn’t sleep anyways, he didn’t expect the day to go much different than any other.

He’d tell the little brat happy birthday and be on his way with lying around and hating himself. Fun.

And then he found a spare party invitation on the calendar, that he’d either not noticed all month, or had just been out there this morning.

Tearing it off of the tack, he drops it on the dining table in front of Max, making the rickety old thing wobble slightly, “All of your nerds are coming here? Today?”

Matching his annoyed tone, Max looks up at him like he’s an idiot, that judgemental glare he’s so used to by now settled in her expression, “Uh, yes. It’s my birthday, asshole.”

Okay, he probably deserved that.

Still, he scoffs at her attitude and pulls the chair out next to her, “Aren’t most of those losers like, loaded? Can’t they host you or some shit?”

“No! Billy, it’s the first holiday of our summer break and I want to spend it at our new place.” Max says it like it’s a matter of fact that can’t be argued with, but Billy has to interrupt, “But your birthday ain’t a real holiday, Maxine.”

He can practically hear her eyes roll, having obviously struck a nerve as she crosses her arms and over explains in retaliation, “Shut up. I know that. But after what happened, it’ll be nice to celebrate something that doesn’t involve fireworks and crazy family members and nasty picnic food for a change.”

“Whatever.” He lets her have that. In the grand scheme of things, he doesn’t give a shit about any of this either way.

But then she makes this weirdly smug face instead, acting like she’s about to get him back or something with a simple comment, “Steve Harrington will be here.”

Best he can give is a half-hearted shrug, “So?”

She shifts to face him in her chair, obviously frustrated with his lack of cooperation with whatever idiotic plan she cooked up in her mind, “C’mon, I thought you liked Steve.”

Billy pretends he doesn’t feel his face heat up at that remark, or at least the personal context behind it, maybe being a little too defensive in his comeback, “Can I tolerate him more than the rest of the dipshits you hang out with? Sure. Do I particularly like him? Absolutely not.”

“You’re so picky. At least he talks to you. When was the last time you heard from any of your own friends?” It’s in her tone that he knows she doesn’t really get what she’s talking about, or understand why he’s been so distant. That his best friend didn't make it out like he did and now he’s all alone. So again, he just lets it go.

Saves this particular argument for later and tries changing the subject in a way, “Look. I just still don’t forgive him for lying. Or totaling my car.”

She doesn’t appreciate having her sarcasm dished back in her bratty face though, and she makes it known by shaking her head, a frizzy mess of slept-on hair he’s probably going to begrudgingly help Susan detangle later shaking at him too, and declares, “I’m not even going to acknowledge what you just said.”

“It’s true.”

“Yeah, whatever.” There’s this break in the conversation, and Billy thinks he’s done being annoyed, out of the woods for a few moments of peace, until Max starts up again. At least this time, there’s a bit of honesty in her voice, “You know, maybe you’re just comfortable like this, pushing everyone away. But I had to learn how to accept that sometimes, not everyone is out to get you, and I think you should too.”

But it’s uninvited honesty all the same, and it makes Billy feel strange, some barely fifteen year old girl preaching at him like that. There’s some sort of equally genuine answer dancing at the back of his thoughts, but he shuts it- and Max -down, “Since when were you my therapist?”

“Doesn’t matter, because I mean it.” Her posture straightens, knowing she’s won for now, “If you don’t come outside during my party, I will personally see to it that you are dragged along to every single gathering we have from now on. Every. Single. One.”

“Fine. I’ll participate. But only because I don’t want to be subjected to your dorky bullshit for the rest of my miserable life. I didn’t survive what I did just for that.”

“Aw, but now you’re going to miss Mews 2’s gotcha day party at Dustin’s next week.”

“Thank god for that. I might’ve just-“ Nowadays there's a tube that’s doing most of his breathing for him, since the massive hole in his chest still hasn’t quite fixed itself. He takes the opportunity to pinch it between two fingers, pretend to twist it, make a statement here that doesn’t need more explaining.

Because quite frankly, he would rather suffocate than go to a birthday for a cat with a handful of freshmen as his company. He misses being invited to parties that mattered.

Max doesn’t budge, if anything getting more stern, “No jokes like that on my birthday.”

“When did you become such a bitch?”

“Since I started spending more time with you.” As much as that stings in some backwards way, Billy cracks a smile. She probably had learned that from him, and they both know it. He almost feels proud even if she still won’t shut up, “But, because I’m actually trying to enjoy my hurtling advancement towards death, when my friends get here, do me a favor and don’t bother us with your dumb ‘jokes’.”

“What is it? I have to be outside, or I’m not even allowed to talk to you?”

“Both. Because I want you to sit with Steve.”

All this talk about someone he definitely used to have a flaming crush on isn’t good for Billy’s heart this early in the morning. Well, maybe it’s not that bad and it’s just his ego that’s in danger, but he complains about it all the same, “Why are we talking about Harrington again?”

“Well you know Dustin is going to bring him along, and then Steve’s going to be weird and he’s not going to want to do any birthday stuff with us because he’s older but he’s not going to want to be awkward so he’s gonna do it anyways, but he’ll just end up confused and annoyed and he’ll start whining about it and picking on us and-“ Max rambles on and on, so Billy decides to cut her off before she’s the one running out of air, “Alright. I’ll babysit the babysitter. Jesus.”

“Thank you, Billy.” Max wears the brightest shit eating grin, displaying all that righteousness right back in his face, “Just for that, I’ll re-invite you to Mews’ Party.”

Totally out of comebacks that aren’t way too harsh for her sensibilities, he can’t help but take her spot as the eye-rolling bitch then, “Gee, thanks.”

And then she’s off like a bat out of hell into the rest of her day, leaving him in this confused whirlwind of way too much happening all around him. In his state, it’s a lot of work just watching her skit around the tiny trailer like it isn’t a prison, and maybe it isn’t for her, not with how excited she is anyway.

So Susan and Max pretty much have the party handled from there. The most Billy ends up really doing is zip-tying a banner to the dogs kennel and stacking up some drink cups. It felt pretty shitty knowing that he’s not even strong enough to carry a card table from a few feet from the shed to the yard. Lucky for him, it’s easy enough, with all the other dramatics he tends to pull in a day, to play it off as pure disinterest.

Around when it starts getting hot out the rest of the shitbirds start showing up by the car-full, so it’s time for Billy to double down on his aura of definitely not wanting to be fucked with. He sits by the corner of the porch, the furthest spot from the hotspot of attention that is that new rat-dog and the only place in their new yard with any damn shade, and hides his face in a solo cup full of lemonade that definitely hasn’t been spiked with a little bit of Susan’s sherry, no sir.

The brooding older brother that nobody likes is not a hard part for him to play. They keep their distance and he keeps his easy peace. He might actually be enjoying this little summer party they’ve put together, if not just because it gets him out of that tiny fucking trailer for a few hours and out in the open air.

Until his little bubble of solitude bursts, Max’s wish for him has come true.

Barely an hour into the thing, Steve Harrington saunters over, just as awkwardly as the birthday brat described. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and his posture is way over-practiced. Looks like they may have both been forced to socialize. Billy wonders vaguely if he’d been blackmailed too before Steve breaks the silence with a stiff, “Hey.”

A non-committal gruff is Billy's only initial response. He’d like to maybe say more, but he doesn’t trust himself yet. He likes keeping to himself more anyways.

“You look pretty unenthused with all this.” Steve prompts, stupidly observant and painfully tense. Almost charming, somehow. Chalk it up to old feelings.

“Yeah, well, excuse me if I’m not thrilled about being stuck out in this humidity, playing babysitter for a group of kids that don’t even like me, with nobody else to talk to but my stepmom and some- random high school wash up.” Billy doesn’t know why he let all that come pouring out. Was it not a few seconds ago he decided he wasn’t going to do this?

He’ll blame it on a head injury or something.

“That’s how all the holiday parties go with these kids. You get used to it.” Steve shrugs, carrying on the same dry conversation until realization of Billy’s harshness and the implications of it hits him, “Wait, what-“

He doesn’t acknowledge it, maybe out of guilt for snapping and not totally just to save his ass, though that’s only for himself to know and think about, “Since when do unpopular dorks’ fifteenth birthday parties qualify as an official summer holiday? That’s the second time I heard that today.”

“I guess it’s just a matter of wanting to celebrate for once. You have to admit last summer sucked pretty bad for these kids. What’s the big deal if they want to act like birthday parties are the biggest event of the year?”

That description is so sweet, it almost doesn’t fill Billy with bitterness. Almost.

He mentions, either fishing for sympathy or for something to fight about, fine with whichever Harrington is willing to give him, “I didn’t even get a card.”

“When was your birthday?”

“Does it matter?”

“Uh, obviously it does. I asked for a reason.” Wisdom to curiosity to offense. This boy is truly giving Billy a run for his money in the confusing motives and twisting others’ words competition. A man after his own heart.

“Since when did you care what happened to me?” Billy demands a little harsher than he means to, and Steve must get that because, “I think we’re getting a little deeper than birthday cards here..”

Which, yeah, he’s absolutely right about that, but he doesn’t need the context. For Billy’s sake mostly, because it’s trauma Harrington wouldn’t understand combined with that dreamy crush on him that apparently just keeps coming back that’s making him so defensive over every word that the other could come up with.

And even if he’s more clever than he seems, and genuinely interested in what Billy’s talking about, and definitely still just as pretty as he was in high school, Billy figures, it’s better to scare him off now. Save himself the torment.

He can’t have what he wants, so he’ll just be a bitch about it or something. Maybe that is where Max learned her tricks.

So, even though Steve is right, Billy refutes it, in the most bitchy, inconsiderate way possible, which is to say he’s overcompensating for his dumb school boy crush, “We’re not, actually. You’re just being nosy. Because of course King Steve’s got to keep stroking his ego. As if showing up here wasn’t enough.”

Looking genuinely exasperated, a good sign for the sanctity of Billy’s secret, Steve asks, “What are you even on about anymore, Hargrove?”

“I know you’re somewhat of a dunce, but isn’t it obvious? I mean, if you wanted dirt on me, you could’ve just asked Max. She doesn’t exactly give a damn about me, so you didn’t even have to show up here, but you did anyway.” Yeah, that’s definitely a projection issue there. Better to let him think he’s become neurotic than to give off that he’s a queer.

At least Steve has the backbone to argue with him, “Uh, newsflash Hargrove. Not everything’s about you. I’m literally just here because Dustin needed a ride.”

“Oh, then pardon me for thinking I might be permitted to intrude upon your presence then, King Steve. It’s only my fuckin’ trailer.”

A beat. A look of revelation passing over the frustration in Steve’s features and leaving behind something softer. A tone that is way too gentle for the asshole Billy is intentionally being follows too, “Is this about that bullshit rivalry between us?”

“What else? You think I’m jealous of that never ending trail of mascara tears you bring everywhere with you? Ain’t got much to brag about there, King.” Billy’s spiraled too far into this to back out. Self-loathing over his own feelings pushed outward into insults. It makes him feel like shit. But he tells himself it’s fine just as long as he plays the part well.

He’s relieved when Steve braces through the compassion he let into his tone before and retaliates with some actual fire behind his words instead, “Except status. Is everything a competition with you?”

“Hell yeah, one that even with this damn tank weighing me down I could beat you at.” Not true. But he’d be willing to try. As long as it gets a rise out of Harrington.

Unfortunately for him, he’s once again overestimated the mean-spiritedness of everyone but himself.

Steve tilts his head just so, looking even more stupidly cute than usual, as if he’s more confused now than offended. Not what he was hoping for, “I don’t get it. I never cared about the comparisons people made about us. I thought they were crazy for wanting me to fight you for the crown and all that. I was over it before you even showed up.”

It’s getting harder to act like he’s unbothered by it all, and Steve isn’t helping. As easy as it is to pretend he’s raging and cold all the time, he lets just the slightest bit of vulnerability into his next response. An accusatory call for help of sorts, “So now you think you’re above me?”

“What? No? I’m just sayin’, Hargrove. Maybe this isn’t just about the past anymore. Because honestly, I used to like you Billy.”

What can Billy even begin to say in response to that? Something stupid, probably. But hearing those words from the one person he always wanted a second chance with, that sucks. There’s about a thousand ways he could spin this to mean something different. Something he wants to hear.

Instead, he stares at the ground in silence, though Harrington is unfortunately undeterred, and keeps talking, making everything worse.

“I mean, yeah you were kind of a dick, but you just had this way about you. Charming I guess.” He trails off with this admirable, nostalgic sort of tone that Billy can feel in his core. Every day is a memory for him, a series of fuck ups that all lead to this conversation with Steve Harrington at a backyard birthday party. Is he willing to delude himself for even this one little moment, to think that Steve might be the same? “Honestly if it wasn’t for the concussions you dealt me like, a week after we met, I think we could’ve been friends.”

“You deserved it.” The quiver in his voice must not be very convincing, because Steve just shrugs it off, and repeats, “Like I said, I’m over it, anyway. I just think that maybe we should stop living in the past all the time.”

It’s true, he shouldn’t. And he shouldn’t keep arguing either. But as long as he has a bond with Harrington, even if it’s through bitterness and hatred and other things he doesn’t want to think about, that’s a hell of a lot better than being honest and scaring him off, leaving himself with nothing to connect him to Steve at all.

“I’m almost touched, Harrington. But you wanna know something? This? It isn’t me.” It’s become a thing for Billy to just spew whatever crosses his mind apparently, because he rambles, on and on about things he’s never said to anyone before, “Being hooked up to tubes and shit, living in some run down trailer park with my step-family that don’t even like me because everyone else I’ve ever known skipped out on me. All my friends are dead or terrified of the rumors around my name and won’t come near me. The past is where I am. The real me. And that’s where I want to be.”

“For what it’s worth, Billy, nobody actually thinks of you like that.” Somehow it feels even shittier to hear Steve stand up for him. Again he’s at a loss for words, fighting a thousand battles of deceit and egotism and betrayal in his mind. And again, Steve continues.

“I mean, you might look at yourself as broken or something, but to us, that’s all bullshit. You’re a goddamn hero. And I’m serious about that.” The more Steve speaks, the more Billy feels guilty and just generally bad. This whole situation is stupid. He should’ve just ignored Harrington, or at least tried regular small talk instead of- whatever you could even call this.

Monologuing back and forth and making each other feel like shit. Maybe that’s just the way they were meant to interact. Speaking of, Steve still doesn’t stop, though Billy doesn’t know if his heart can take it. Literally.

“So even though you’re hurting and you have every right to be, holding onto something that isn’t there anymore, only holds you back from achieving something better.”

Billy glares at Steve for that, if not just to hide the fact his eyes feel a little misty, and accuses, sounding totally pathetic and mean, “Where’d you read that? Actually, I don’t even think that’s something you could comprehend..”

“A friend of mine said it to me when I was pussyfooting over whether or not I should visit you in the hospital, actually.”

“You never visited me.” Did Billy mean to sound that disappointed out loud?

“Not when you were awake.” Steve sighs as he retells it, his turn to be uneasy with oversharing in an attempt to compensate for some personal failure, “But at first, before you woke up and when your dad was... Well Max needed a lot of support and I thought I’d try my hand at it, but I couldn’t get over everything you did, at least not at first.”

Billy narrows his eyes in disbelief, mostly wondering why nobody never told him about this. Steve takes the doubtful expression as an invitation to explain himself. Again.

“I just thought, ‘why would I go visit someone who seemed to only ever want to hurt me?’ But my friend said I should think about letting go of that stuff and I did, and I might not be good at showing it but, something I learned is that, I still kind of like you, Billy Hargrove.”

Billy waits until he’s sure Steve is done to ask, “You know something, Harrington?”

“Huh?” There's a light in his eyes, a sort of hope with Billy’s engagement that wasn’t there before. Like he’s expecting to have made things right with his speeches that totally aren’t making Billy subtly tear up.

It would be a shame to crush that hope, but-

“I hate everything you just said. I’m tired of being talked down to. I’m tired of hearing other people tell me they know what happened to me, and frankly I’m more than fucking tired of acting like everything’s okay and normal just because these kids want their summer break to be full of celebrations. Fuck that, and fuck you.”

A deep breath is in order. It’s shaky and makes Billy sound unsure of everything he just said. And to be fair, he is. Venting his problems to Steve Harrington is a questionable choice at best. Why can’t he just fucking shut up?

At least he can do damage control. He looks at Steve instead of the vague space of the ground in front of him that he was ranting at before, telling him firmly, “But, you’re still right.”

“I am?” A tiny smile grows on his face.

Billy, as he has proven to himself today, has to accommodate for the butterflies in his chest that goofy little smile on that pretty face gives him, so he deflects. Tries to remind Steve of the asshole he’s talking to who doesn’t deserve happiness and fluttery feelings.

“More right than I’ve ever heard you be. Except maybe when you decided to mow me down in that car. Don’t think these brats ever would’ve forgiven me if I smashed a car full of ‘em.”

Steve, to his credit, only scrunches up his face in distaste at the comment, “You’re not gonna change my mind like that, you know. You want to scare me off by being cold and mean, but it’s not going to work.”

“Why?”

“Are you really gonna make me say it again?”

In the place of another obnoxious speech, Billy just shakes his head no. That’s enough, now that the tension between them seems to be mostly gone. He didn’t think he would, but he prefers it that way anyways. Not like they were getting anywhere, with all the arguing about everything before.

It’s a peaceful silence then, that settles in their tiny corner of the yard. They have the best seats to watch the brats doing their stupid and mildly amusing party shit. Not that Billy’s paying them any attention.

There’s something Steve said that he can’t get out of his head. That whole thing about liking him. It’s definitely just a meaningless coincidence that Billy happens to really like Steve back, in the kind of way that would forever ruin all future festivities at their place if word were to get out.

Becoming Max’s freaky fag of an older brother instead of the mildly-weird recluse brother would definitely ruin some recently established community connections.

Still, he’s got to shoot his shot while he’s got the chance. They’re basically alone and they’re on decent terms now, so, considering their history, now’s as good a time as any.

“Hey, Harrington?” Billy bites at the corner of his nail, waiting for Steve’s acknowledgment. It’s only when those gentle eyes lock on his, shining with curiosity, that he wills himself to continue, to make a sort of confession, that could definitely also be explained as platonic if shit hit the fan, that he blurts out-

“I like you too.”

And that’s it.

They don’t talk about it again, after all the bitching Billy did they’re honestly out of things to say, but a little while later, when he’s sure nobody’s looking, Steve one-ups Billy in this cautious game. He puts his hand on his, under the rickety plastic garden table Sue had brought over for him to put a piece of cake on, so nobody could see even if they wanted to. An awkward gesture accompanied with a pearly smile on a blushing face.

A silent way to say that he got the real meaning behind Billy’s declaration of like.

That’s not something they talk about either, but it’s nice, holding hands like that for the rest of the time they’re expected to be chaperones, as if this tiny party of tinier nerds is going to get out of hand. It’s a start anyways.

On its own, the shitbirds birthday party doesn’t make June 21st a real holiday, but being the anniversary of the day Billy told the truth for the first time in his goddamn life, and got a new boyfriend out of it, it might make the date celebration worthy in Billy’s book.

#HarringroveWeek #season four didnt happen here #set after season three #billy & max #billy x steve #harringrove #hopefully this wonderful event will get me back into posting regularly #but i do have something planned & written for every day if all goes well #thank you to the organizer(s) for doing this!#also every prompt is a loose interpretation #my writing #story by ej #ej writer

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slashermadness · 2 years

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WHERE 👏ARE👏THE👏EDDIE👏MUNSON👏X👏READER👏ANGST👏FICS

(I'd love to read your works if you have one!)

#I like to hurt myselfffff #I need it dear great ones!#I WANT MYSELF TO CRY #Eddie dying and the reader waiting for him 💀#The reader witnessing his death just like Max with Billy 💀#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson angst #joseph quinn #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things

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sykokittyy · 2 years

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Could I request a Steve Harrington x reader where he secretly rents pron from the family video and Y/N finds out? Like they aren’t mad, they’re just surprised and maybe make fun of him a little bit. You can decide what happens next I just need to get this idea out of my head lol

Okay I think this anonymous ask meant renting porn off like Cable Tv , but if you didn’t mean this then I am really sorry lmao! But thank you for the ask!

Porno Flicks

Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Male-Masturbation, Oral, C🥛M Eating, Smut kinda :)

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Today was a very stressful day and with everything that was going on within Hawkins and his friend group, and his relationship with Y/N. He felt that he need some sort of stress relief. He and Y/N haven’t been having sex as of yet because Steve was always working at the movie store with Robin, while Y/N on the other hand had to look out after Eddie and the rest of their friend group. So a couple days ago he decided that he was going to rent a VHS tape off of his family tv cable, and rent a porno for creamy sessions with himself. Because for one, he knew that his parents wasn’t going to be home NO time soon, so he basically had the whole house to himself, and for two, he was just a horny fuck that wants to stroke his dick without any interruptions while thinking of Y/N of course.

Steve met up with Y/N on their way out of school so that way they could talk about their day, and have some quality time with each other and talking about how horrible Tammy sounded at the pep rally. Oh my god, you couldn’t agree more with Steve about how she sounded like a muppet singing in high notes. You just knew that the veterans that had passed on were happy they were dead so they couldn’t hear that shit. Steve and Y/N laughed and talked about how Eddie had got himself in some deep shit with Chrissy. The police were still looking for him and so was Jason and damn near the whole basketball team. Thank god Lucas warned y’all in time while y’all were at the school with Max, but it seems like when one problem is decreasing, here comes some other bullshit that’s trying to happen. You noticed that he was kind’ve in a rush to get somewhere but you thought that maybe he was just in a rush to get to work and you didn’t pay any mind to it. So you kissed him goodbye, and watched him drive out of the school parking lot.

Steve drove to his house in excitement. Now don’t get him wrong, Steve loves you, but if you kept talking for 5 more seconds he felt like he was going to bust in his pants, so he had to get away. He soon drives up in his driveway and gather up his book bag and his keys, and sprinted out the car to the door. He then runs to his room and put down his book bag and keys. He proceeds to grab his bottle of lotion and runs back to the living room and flops on the couch. He then grabs the remote and turned on the tv then went to to the VHS porno that he rented a couple day prior. He presses play and starts to watch the porno. The porno was basically about pizza guy delivering pizza to a woman and the woman basically was flirting with him and invited him in so she could “eat something else that wasn’t on the menu”. It came to a part where the woman started undressing her self teasingly for the pizza delivery guy. She started unbuttoning her shirt showing her cleavage in her bra to the man, and it was in that very moment where he started imagining that very moment that Steve start imagining that was you undressing yourself for him. He drooled at the thought of it. He slowly starts to unbutton his trousers and unzips the zipper of his pants as he watches the woman unclasp her bra.

Steve couldn’t help but imagine that her nipples were your nipples that he was looking at. Steve then slowly proceeded to pull himself from his boxers. The head of his dick oozing of pre-cum and angry red from his arousal of thinking about all the naughty things you could do for him. He watches as the woman took off her pants and panties legs wide open for the pizza delivery guy. “They sure do know how to put on a show” he chuckles lightly, while stroking himself slowly as he watches the pizza delivery guy get on his knees and gets in between the woman’s legs and devour her as if she was was a milkshake on a hot summer day. “Oh f-fuck” he groans as he continues watching the man eat the meal between the woman’s legs. Steve wondered how you tasted, he wondered how wet you could get and how your moans could sound like beautiful orchestra to his ears. He just knew that he wouldn’t get enough of how you tasted. Hell, he’ll even be more happy than him and Dustin combined being in a panty shop.

Steve watches the TV screen as the pizza guy gets up and pulls down his trousers only to find out the man didn’t have any underwear on. “Damn, he sure as hell came prepared” Steve says while stroking himself a little faster. On the screen the pizza guy then decides to thrust himself into the woman, while the woman moans and says how “he’s soo big” and how “she already feels so full”. Steve stops stroking himself for a minute knowing that some of the porn stars can be over-reacting with their moans that it’s funny. He knew you wouldn’t say some shit like that but he continued stroking himself, knowing that when he did get you to himself and all spread open and vulnerable for him that he was going to give you the ride of you life. “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god Y/N!” , he moans to himself thinking about how tight you pussy could be. He starts stroking himself faster, knowing that his climax is only 5-6 strokes away. “Oh shit!” Steve moans as he releases all over his stomach and trousers as he continues stroking his sensitive dick, though his high. He moans your name over and over until he released all the cum all over himself. He didn’t even bother to turn porno tape off or even clean himself off assuming that the video wouldn’t last that long and that he’ll just straighten up later. Steve dozes off from the over-powering orgasm that he just let go and was going to wake up sooner or later.

Meanwhile, Y/N had gotten in her car, driving to Steve’s place because Y/N forgot that Steve had her textbook from earlier in school so that he could study for the history test that one of their teachers gave him. What Steve proceeded to forget was that Y/N had a key made for his house for safety reasons, and that Y/N could easily get in the house without an issue. Y/N tried calling his house phone multiple times in the last 15 minutes, but he wasn’t picking up the phone at all. So she decided to drive to his house knowing that Steve always drives home first to get ready for work, and he always leaves his book bag at home in his room. Y/N soon drives up his driveway, instantly realizing that he was indeed home. “Okay, so you’re home and not at work, and you still didn’t pick up the damn house-phone”, Y/N mumbled as she walked up to the door. Y/N didn’t even bother to knock knowing she already had the key she had made in her hand. Y/N unlocks the door walking in slowly, when she heard loud pornographic moans coming from the living room. Y/N closes the front door silently, and continues walking walking quietly in the living room, ready to catch him in the act of doing something. When Y/N reaches the living room, she expected to see a woman in the living room that wasn’t her with Steve, but the view in front of her caught her attention.

What Y/N seen was that Steve was asleep against the couch snoring, while his dick was out with his cum all over his dick, stomach, and a little bit on his pants. Y/N giggled quietly a bit and turned around towards the TV and looked at the porno that was showing on the TV. Y/N then put two and two together and realized that he was masturbating. Y/N grabs the remote and turns off the porno and puts down the remote. She then proceeds to get on her knees decides that she’s going to help clean him up, but not with a rag, with her mouth. She slowly starts licking up the cum from his shaft, from the base, to the tip. She teasingly start licking his tip pulling away a little bit when he starts twitching and moaning. Y/N then takes Steve whole, in her mouth and starts sucking him dry. She could hear him moaning in his sleep, so goes below his shaft and starts sucking on his balls. Steve, slowly but surely wakes up, and you were looking directly at his face making eye contact. You then proceeded to wink and took him back into you mouth. He proceeds to grab your hair start moving your lips up and down around him. “Oh shit, Y/N!, how long have you been sucking on daddy like this?” , he asks while you curve your tongue around the tips. “Barley 5 minutes” you giggle before speeding up, cause the vibration against his dick making him close to climax again. “I’m finna-“ he say before he grips on you hair holding you down on his shaft while he cums down your throat before letting out a loud moan. He went so far down your throat that you nose was touching pelvic bone where there was his brunette pubic hair. “Swallow it, All of it” he says as your detached your mouth from him. You swallowed all of it, and proceeded to hold out your tongue to show him. “Good girl” Steve proceeds to say.

“Well you must’ve missed me if you’re watching pizza delivery porn”, you laughed proceeding to pick with him a little bit. He then proceed to roll his eyes and pulls up his boxers and and pants before buckling and zipping himself up. “Yeah Yeah, Whatever. I was just under so much stress with everything that was going on that I needed some type of release”, he say while looking at you. “Awww sweet baby, you want some pizza” you said mockingly in a baby voice before laughing at the pizza joke you said about the porno. “No, but I sure would love to taste a piece of your pizza” he says.

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OMGGG. Y’all this was my first time writing smut, and doing a an anonymous reader ask. Can y’all please like, repost, and follow me for more! Please don’t be shy to send me an ask, I will gladly try to do it !🖤

#steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington x you #peter ballard #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove x reader #001 x reader #jamie campbell bower #jamie campbell x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie x reader #eddie munson

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blueeyedheizer · 2 years

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1.6k celebration - blurb event

rules

you can send up to two prompts

the list is kind of long because I will only use each prompts once. this is the main difference with my previous blurb events! first come first serve kinda :)

please do not mass request <3 and finally please please pleeeease bear with me and my slowness. i'm still struggling to write rn so like. uh. yeah. be patient 😭

characters:

-matt, matthew connellly

-michael gray, j cody

-seb jacobs, frank mccullen, four

-cassie howard, pippa

-eddie munson, chrissy cunningham (no smut)

(i'll be privileging requests for sydney and stranger things bc I wanna write more for them — but feel free to request for whoever you want from the list :))

prompts:

#1 "Just shut up! I'm not as fragile as you think I am, I don't need protecting!"

#2 "This is a one time thing”

#3 “bend over the desk”

#4 “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself then”

#5 "you shouldn’t be alone right now. i’ll take the couch, it’ll be fine."

#6 "well, i can think of some ways to wear you out.

#7 "i didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

#8 "i'll never forget you."

#9 "Don't go [on that date/mission/business trip/ to *destination*...]." "Why?" "You know why."

#10 “i want to taste you”

#11 “my mom/dad adores you.”

#12 "babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

#13 “touch me and you lose”

#14 “When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

#15 "man, fuck that guy. go show her what she’s missing. “

#17 “tell me that there was some truth to it.” “...come on. i don’t want to do this.” “tell me it wasn’t all in my fucking head, [name].”

#18 “stop— stop talking!” “why? you can’t even face your own mistake?”

#19 "I don’t want you to be alone tonight and honestly, I don’t really want to be alone either.”

#20 "I'm really not in the mood." "You never are."

#21 "I love you."

#22 “y'know, i was hoping to make a sandwich but seeing as you're here already, wearing that, i'd rather have something else to eat.”

#23 "I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy." "don't ever say that...you made me so happy."

#24 "that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

#25 "I'd hold onto something if I were you."

#26 "You don’t love me anymore, do you?”

#27 “I wonder what your girlfriend/boyfriend would do if they knew what you were doing right now.”

#28 “You're so beautiful.”

#29 "It’s really hard seeing you/him/her with him/her everyday.”

#30 “There will always be a part of you that wishes you could be with him/her."

#31 "she’s everything i ever wanted, but i don’t want to risk losing her as a friend."

#32 "look, i don't know if i’m the kind of person you need or even want right now. but i’m looking around and i’m the only one who’s here.

#33 "If I never see you again, just know that I love you so, so much.”

#34 "We've been by each other's sides for years, you think I'm gonna leave now?"

#35 "did you fake it?"

#36 "i heard what you said...no one's ever talked about me that way before.."

#37 "i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.

#38 "If you die, I’m going to kill you"

#39 "You’ve got thirty seconds to explain to me what you’re doing here."

#40 "It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

#41 "What do you got?” "Uh...A headache.”

#42 ”Are you alright?” “I will be.”

#43 ''you only call me when you want to hook-up.'' '' that was part of the agreement, wasn't it? ''

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#45 “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

#46 Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?”

#47 "you're an idiot" / "but i'm your idiot"

#48 "Look...I know we broke up, but you know that you aren't any less important to me now, right?"

#49 "Spread your legs."

#50 "You're perfect... everything about you is perfect"

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone”

#O you can also suggest a prompt from my previous prompt lists :)

#michael gray x reader #cassie howard x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #chrissy cunningham x reader #michael gray fanfic #cassie howard x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #euphoria x reader #ben hardy x you #ben hardy x reader #four/billy x reader #frank mccullen x reader #seb jacobs x reader #pippa x reader #sydney sweeney x reader #cassie howard smut #michael gray smut

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p0und-cake · 2 years

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The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part Two)

Part One - Part Three

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

plot summary - this is a three parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of attempted unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol, implied sexual themes

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Ever since meeting Eddie Munson at the quarry, things progressively got better. You’d discovered Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair were apart of the Hellfire Club. They were a little hesitant in playing Dungeons and Dragons with their friend’s older sibling, but Eddie practically made them let you play. You worked with Eddie in coming up with a cool character, learning the rules of the game along the way. And it turns out, you were pretty fucking good. You ended up helping the party out of some pretty sticky situations.

Pretty soon, Eddie got you a Hellfire Club shirt, and you couldn’t be more happy. You finally felt apart of something. You had somewhere to call home. Somewhere where you actually belonged. You felt happy there. You hadn’t expected to actually make friends with Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, but you did. You and Dustin were pretty close. Of course, no friendship you made with the other members of Hellfire compared to you and Eddie. Eddie practically became your lifeboat. He would occasionally check in to make sure you were feeling okay, but he never was suffocating about it. This boy just seemed so…perfect. Yeah, he may still be in school after being held back and not graduating, but he really did care about you and you cared about him.

This was part of why your heart just ached for him while you sat at Skull Rock late at night. You tried not to think about it, sitting at the top of the rock and staring at the stars. You were of course thankful for the group helping you two out, but why did it have to be one of the sweetest people in Hawkins that was getting framed? Eddie may look absolutely fucking insane (he kind of is sometimes) but Eddie Munson would never hurt a fly. It was a little cliche to say, but nobody else knew Eddie like you did. You knew how sweet he was, and how caring he was for others.

You couldn’t imagine the guilt he felt too. You, his boyfriend, were getting roped into this heinous situation and there was nothing he could do about it. You had heard whispers after Billy had died. You’d heard a couple people at his funeral say you did it instead of the ‘mall fire’ killing him. You wanted to tell Eddie everything, now that he knew about the Upside Down, but it was just so hard to think about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Eddie, who had climbed up the rock and was now hovering over you.

“I was getting lonely down there, Hargrove.” He hummed, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice. He was scared out of his mind, but he didn’t want you to know that. “What’s up?”

“I dunno…just thinking, I guess.” You sat up and breathed out, letting him just take a seat in your lap. Your hands found their way to Eddie’s, lightly playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Heh…it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“This is where you asked me out, ‘member?”

He was right. This was where the both of you got together. At this very spot.

“Wow…you’re right, Ed. Although it was more of a demand than a request.” You chuckled a bit, the memory playing through your head. “That felt like so long ago. The last time I cried that hard was when we first met at the quarry.”

“Mmm…yeah. You look pretty when you cry.” He said absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Maybe I should cry more.”

“Wait- that’s not what I meant-!” He panicked, and he would have definitely tried to apologize if you hadn’t kissed him to shut him up. His muscles untensed and he calmly kissed back. It occurred to you that you hadn’t kissed him in a while. Sure, you kissed his knuckles or his forehead to try to reassure him or calm him down, but you hadn’t fully kissed him since before Chrissy’s death.

You pulled away when you couldn’t breathe anymore, but Eddie just pulled you right back in. Almost like he needed more. You understood pretty quickly once you felt soft tear droplets fall onto your shirt. He was crying. Eddie never usually…cried. Once you caught him crying after a nightmare he had once, but that felt like a while ago.

You kissed Eddie for as long as he needed, which you didn’t exactly keep track of how long that was. When he pulled away, he clung to you and nuzzled his tear-stained face into your neck like a child clinging to their mother.

“I’m…so, so sorry.” He whispered, his voice like a heartbroken little boy’s. “I never meant to get you wrapped up in this…fucking mess. Not after what you went through. You don’t deserve any of this shit.”

“Oh…I know, I know.” Your voice was a hushed whisper, moving him into a cradling position. He always liked it when you held him like this. “None of this is your fault, okay? We were both just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that would have happened to Chrissy either way. You had no way of knowing.” You knew your words wouldn’t make anything completely better, but he needed to know nothing was his fault. You gently ran your fingers through his wild hair, kissing the top of his head.

Eddie cried softly for a little longer, pulling away when he was done. His angelic face was red and his eyes were puffy, so you kissed all over it. He chuckled a little and pulled his face away more.

“Don’t be too loud, idiot.” He hummed, going back to sitting on your lap.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” You laughed softly, ruffling his hair.

“…you remember how our first kiss was on top of this rock?” He hummed. “The first time you actually opened up to me was here, too.”

“Yeah, I ‘member.” You chuckled. This rock was so important to the both of you.

Susan had been drinking that night, and Max had shut herself in her room. It had been about nine months since Billy had died, and Eddie knew that. You were about to just clock out, but there was a little rapping on your window.

“Hargroooove…open up…” The unmistakable voice of Eddie Munson was muffled from outside your window. It was almost embarrassing how quick you jumped from your bed and went to the window, opening it.

“Eddie, you goof, why are you here?” You chuckled, trying to be quiet. “Just because you live across the street from me doesn’t mean you can come Romeo and Juliet me or whatever.”

“What? Why not?” Eddie pouted. “I just wanna see you.”

“Well, not in here. Susan and Max aren’t in the greatest of moods.”

“Then come on..!” Eddie grabbed you by the wrist and carefully tugged you of the window. “I wanna take you somewhere.” He shut your window quietly, ignoring your questions as he dragged you to his van.

You tried to hide a smile as you hopped into the passenger seat. You turned on the radio as Eddie drove off, cranking the volume up like the two of you liked, not noticing Eddie’s fond smile.

He parked near Lovers’ Lake, and led you into the woods nearby, holding your hand.

“I hope you aren’t about to murder me.” You joked, hoping it was too dark for him to see your red face.

“Ah shit, you caught me.” He said, before swooping you up into his arms. He was surprisingly strong. “Gotcha!!”

You yelped out, your yell soon morphing into laughter as Eddie ran with you through the woods.

“You weirdo, what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, cackling with no shame as Eddie carried you.

“We’re here!” He announced.

“I can’t see, jackass.” You huffed out, considering he had thrown you over his shoulder. Eddie turned around, not bothering to put you down. You saw a huge rock in the shape of a skull. “Isn’t this that place where people come to make out?”

“That’s not what we’re doing, dumbass.” He sassed, putting you down finally and climbing on top of the rock. You brushed yourself off and climbed up with him.

“The view is really pretty.” You commented as you looked at the stars.

“Yeah…it really is.” Eddie softly said, and you turned to face him only to discover he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. You blinked and looked away with a clear of your throat.

“So, Munson. Why’d you take me here at however late at night?”

“I dunno, you just seemed kinda down lately.” Eddie shrugged, pulling his legs into a criss-cross position. “I figured you would appreciate this.”

Your face turned even redder. “That’s…really nice of you.” You stammered out. “Thank you.” How could he read you so perfectly? Or maybe he was the only one that gave a shit. You both were silent for a while, before Eddie pulled out a walkman from his inner jacket pocket and started playing some music. He knew you hated things being quiet.

“Hey…Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you stop me from jumping off the quarry?”

Eddie blinked, obviously not expecting that. “What?”

“Why did you stop me? You had no clue who the hell I was, but you stopped me.”

“Who wouldn’t stop someone from jumping off the edge of a quarry?” Eddie said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You just…looked like you were in so much pain. I couldn’t ignore that. Yeah, I didn’t know who the hell you were, but what kind of a person would I be if I just let you jump?”

You were silent, letting your mind think back to that day. You didn’t get to think about it very long, as Eddie laid his hand on top of yours to pull you back to reality.

“I mean hey, I’m glad I did. You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever fucking met. You make me really happy, y’know that? Yeah I’m friends with the other members of Hellfire, but you aren’t like them.” He hummed out.

You turned to look at him, and you could tell he was being genuine. How did you get so lucky? You didn’t feel like you deserved that. Not after Billy. Not after what a horrible brother you were to him. You almost didn’t even realize the tears that were bubbling until he said something.

“Hey woah, what’s wrong?” He jumped up and sat in front of you. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tried to not cry, but just like at the quarry, you couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears that came rushing out. “Shit, c’mere…” He scooted closer and wrapped you in a hug, letting you openly weep into his chest. Your chest and throat constricted, body shaking like a leaf as you clutched onto Eddie.

“I don’t deserve this, Eddie…” You managed, trying not to cry on his clothes. “You don’t understand why I was there that day…”

Eddie gently moved away from you and gingerly laid his hand on your face, the cool metal of his rings helping ground you.

“Then tell me.” He cooed softly.

With hardly an ounce of hesitation, you spilled everything. How you and Billy endured the abuse of your father after he drove your mother away. How the two of you gradually grew apart. How you realized how horrible of a brother you were.

“He must have hated me, Eddie…” You sobbed. “I left him alone in a house but not a home. I just couldn’t stand getting beat and getting called a f*g on a daily basis. I fucking failed him! Now my little brother is dead and I can’t fix anything! Why wasn’t it me..? Billy could have gone on to do so much good…he was my baby brother…and now I can’t apologize or anything…and now I’m failing Max just like I failed Billy.”

“…shit, Hargrove…” Eddie whispered. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that alone…” His voice was gentle, like he’d break you if he spoke too loud. His thumb rubbed your cheek, allowing you to focus on that movement. “But…I don’t think Billy ever thought you failed him, you know that? All of this shit is the fault of your shitty dad, you understand? That’s not fair of him to put that blame on you.” He allowed his voice to become a little sharper so you’d pay attention. “No horrible brother would be here sobbing and regretting the way he treated his sibling, y’know? But there’s nothing you can do now, I’m sure you understand that much. Sitting here and crying won’t fix anything, but you know what will? Learning from that shit experience and being a better man, like your brother would want. Living your life to the fullest and being happy, but also keep him alive in your memory and all that shit, y’know?”

“Eddie, I-”

“And I’m gonna help you in any way I possibly can. No person should have to handle all that alone. You’re not alone, y’know? It’s okay to rely on other people sometimes.”

You stared at him, tears still in your eyes. The genuine care and compassion in his eyes made your heart beat faster and faster. That’s when you realized how close your faces truly were.

“I…Eddie..?” You whispered out. “Can I…tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

…

His silence scared you. He stared with wide eyes, and you were unable to read the boy’s expression. Did you go too far?

“Just kick me off this rock please.” You mumbled, going to turn away. “I should go, I’m so sorry, forget i said anything.

“I love you too.” He blurted, leaving you to be the one with wide eyes.

“H-huh?” You stammered. Real smooth. “You- are you serious?”

“One hundred percent.” He breathed out. He was just as nervous as you were.

“You’re…not playing a sick joke or anything, right, Ed?” You mumbled, even though Eddie had kept his large hand on your cheek.

“No.” He said, a little firmer. “I’ll prove it if you don’t believe me.”

You almost thought you were dreaming.

His lips were on yours.

He was kissing you.

His lips weren’t the softest thing on the planet, but you didn’t mind. They were a little chapped, but you really couldn’t care less. They were perfect. He was perfect.

He realized you weren’t kissing back, so he went to pull away, but you’d only pulled him right back to you as to savor this moment you never thought you’d experience anywhere outside of your dreams. He decided to savor it too. Both his hands were holding your face, and your hands were holding his. You felt like two lovesick teenagers only without the lust. All of it was love and passion. You’d never imagined this moment would actually come. You told yourself to keep the idea of this locked away in your wildest dreams. You wanted this to happen again.

“Go out with me.” You breathed out once his lips left yours.

A wide, goofy, love-struck grin spread across Eddie’s face. “What’s the magic word?”

“I don’t need a fucking magic word, just say yes, dumbass.” You pouted out.

“Say it, Hargrove~”

“Ughhh, please?”

His lips were on yours once again.

“As you wish.”

You didn’t remember much after that. You had woken up in a soft bed in a room that wasn’t yours. You quickly deduced that it was Eddie’s room, his guitar catching your eye as soon as they got adjusted to the light. You could see your shirt, jeans, and shoes strewn about the floor, along with Eddie’s outfit from yesterday too.

You gently lifted the blankets to see that you had been dressed in some of Eddie’s comfier clothes. Did he do that? What a sweetheart.

Speaking of, two arms pulled you close, and you realized Eddie was next to you. He was in nothing but his underwear, which made your face turn bright red. His arms were around your torso, and his legs were all tangled in yours. He looked so innocent.

And that’s how you decided you gained the title of The Luckiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana.

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