Yess my job is super good and i know how much i worked to get here (i work in healthcare and i wasnt born smart so lets just say the whole process was HARD🥴). Its just that i got promoted and now i work more hours so its been more draining haha😂😂
Oh my god girlie be more careful!! im the clumsiest person ever! I dont even need to be drunk to do these types of things.... actually like 2 months ago i had my whole leg in a cast because when i woke up i tripped in the bed corner auch😂😂😂😂
Take care aswell stay hydrated and sleep enough hours!!!!!im sending u love!!!🩵🩵🩵
I’m so glad you love your job, hard work pays off! I’d love to work in healthcare, I’m hoping to get there in a couple of years.. I’m bored of retail lol. Think of the money and hopefully better perks with your promotion!!
That sounds so painful, you poor thing!! Make sure you take extra care, you need to be looking after yourself now lol. Glad you were able to get out of that cast.
Sending you love too! I got better sleep last night and got a bottle of water for my shift, I hope you have a great start to the week!🩵🩵🩵
Omg ive been inactive for so long my job has been kicking my ass!!🥲🥲
How are u??i saw u had an head injury what happened how are u feeling???
I hope ur well!!!
You’re doing amazing!! You’ve got this. How’s your job? I hope not too stressful. Make sure to take care of yourself 🫶🏼
I’m doing a lot better thank you, I got drunk and hit my head and didn’t get help until a few days later which was really stupid of me. But I’m a lot better, taking one day at a time!
I hope you’re well too, thank you for asking about me🥹
Hi! can i request Dustin Henderson x Buckley reader where they meet at Scoops Ahoy or something and she works at the (Barnes and nobles type) book store a couple stores down and Dustin goes almost every day after he visits Steve to go see her and look at comics and board games and records and stuff and eventually she gets fed up and tells him “either buy something or ask me on a date”
thank you! i love your writing!
Thank you so much!! Also thank you for this request, it’s so bloody cute I love it.
Sorry for such a delay, but you can now read your request here!
I really hope you like the direction I went in with this, writing for Dustin is such a joy and this is the first time I’ve ever written a Buckley!reader which made my heart sing.
four dollars or a date - dustin henderson x f!buckley reader
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requested: Dustin Henderson x Buckley reader where they meet at Scoops Ahoy and she works at the (Barnes and nobles type) book store a couple stores down and Dustin goes almost every day after he visits Steve to go see her and look at comics and board games, eventually she gets fed up and tells him “either buy something or ask me on a date”
warnings: didn't proof read, steve and robin are still arguing and dislike each other in this, can't think of anything else?
word count: 2.1k
The Star Court Mall gave you many things: a job and free ice cream from your sister's job, but you weren't expecting a crush on Dustin Henderson to be one of those things.
Dustin was always too cool for you. He had his friends, his hobbies, and his studies, and you had your comic books, your own friends, and a collection of board games to study after school before the weekend came to sell them to customers.
"The sooner you can drive, I swear to god-" you huffed, getting off the bus.
Robin hurried behind you, her work uniform still a little creased "I'm sorry, alright! You know how hard it is for me to focus at the moment, if I were driving, one minute I'd be turning onto the next street, and then the next I'll be crashing into a tree or halfway across a different state. For now, this will have to do."
You knew your sister couldn't help it, but she got away with being late to work; you didn't.
"Well, until then, can you at least leave just a little earlier? I don't have someone like Steve to watch my back when I'm not starting my shift on time," you stormed off, already dreading what your manager would say.
"I'm sorry!" Robin raised her voice from behind you.
Luckily, you were able to make some big sales on new book and board game releases for your boss to let you off, as long as it didn't happen again, and as much as you loved your sister, you knew that it meant you'd have to commute to and from work on the bus alone.
"You did great today," your boss reminded you, handing you your payslip, "I'll see you on Tuesday, don't be late."
Tucking the payslip into your pocket, you waved goodbye and left the empty store, the last remaining customers slowly walking out with their new books. Turning left, you approached Scoops Ahoy, stopping dead in your tracks as Steve mopped the floor.
Dustin was sitting in one of the booths, talking about something Latin or Russian, you didn't listen too carefully out of guilt for ditching Robin on your commutes. He jumped when he realised you were standing next to him, causing Steve to drop the mop against the floor, the wooden handle slamming down loudly.
"Ah!" Steve jumped.
"Where's Rob?" you sighed.
Dustin continued to stare at you, unable to take his eyes off you as he swallowed up the details of your face, work lanyard and uniform, before glossing over your name badge. You shared the occasional class, but you never had a conversation, only simple nods of acknowledgement.
"She's in there," he pointed to the door behind the counter, "Hey! Watch where you walk, I'm mopping!"
You ignored Steve, purposely walking only on the wet parts of the floor, hoping he'd have to go over it. Robin would complain about him so much that it often felt like you were the one working with him.
"Whose that?" Dustin spoke up, a little too quickly.
"Buckley's sister," he picked up the mop, "wait, you guys are in the same class, don't you know her?"
"I know of her, if I'm being precise, we've never actually spoken, but I didn't know she's Robin's sister!"
"Don't get your hopes up, Henderson." Steve pointed at Dustin, his eyebrows raised, "She's a weirdo and just as annoying as her sister."
Robin was halfway through cashing up when you slumped down in the chair, slinging your bag on the table. You watched as Robin recounted the cash in the palm of her hand, muttering to herself and counting it again, unsure if she had done it right.
"I'll be done in a minute, Steve-" she quickly glanced over her shoulder before dropping the loose change on the floor.
"What are you doing here!" She freaked, quickly leaning over in her chair, frantically picking the change up, "Steve will complain to the manager-"
When you and Robin were on closes you either waited for each other outside the entrance of the mall or by Steve's car, but as the end of Summer got closer and the air became cooler, you started showing up at Scoops, even if it pissed off Steve.
"Steve's mopping up still," you cut her off, "Rob, I love you but we can't commute together anymore. My boss said the next time I'm late, I'm out the door."
Robin frowned, "I'm so sorry, you know how I struggle with time management," she couldn't stop her fingernails from nervously picking at her skin.
"And you know how much I need to save up, I can't risk losing this job, you know how mom and dad will react."
Robin finished cashing up and dragged her feet over to you. You stood up and wrapped your arms around her as she rested her chin on the top of your head.
Robin was different, she always had been, and whilst others saw it as a weakness or at their advantage to mock her, you saw it as one of her qualities that made her the sister you loved and cared for. Although you were younger, you felt protective of her and wanted her to never feel like she was the odd one out, but rather the sparkle in a dull room.
"I don't know why I struggle with it so much. I don't mean to be late; it just happens."
"I'm done mopping, a little later thanks to junior." Steve grumbled, tossing his cap across the room, "Are we good to go?"
You pulled away from your sister's hug, squinting at Steve, "Where's your little pal?"
Steve occasionally dropped you and Robin off at home, the two of them argued in the front whilst you sat in the back, ridiculing Steve or ignoring them both, staring out of the window.
"I'm not giving that shithead a ride, he's got a bike."
"Charming," you muttered, "real nice way to talk about your only friend, Steve."
Steve shoved you and pushed in front of Robin towards the exit of Scoops, your sister followed behind, kicking Steve in the ass, the argument already starting before the three of you got into his car.
Dustin spent the whole ride home thinking about you, replaying the sound of your voice saying "Where's Rob?" over and over again, his feet pedalling in sync with his memory of his brief encounter with you.
How have I not spoken to her before? Why haven't we sat next to one another or worked on a project together? She's been there this whole time, and I've been stupid enough to never truly notice her, and all of her enchanting details.
Dustin went back to thinking about the shape of your eyes and how they sparkled in the harsh lighting of the ice cream parlour, he remembered the length of your nose and lips which made his cheeks burn and flush in the rays of the setting sun, and last of all, he picked apart your work lanyard, scattered in collectable pins and badges.
MADE IN 1971 caught his attention first, then Madonna's face, but amongst them all, his favourite was the pink COMFORMITY is a SCAM badge. If all he could do was base your interests and opinions on the accessories pinned to your lanyard, he knew he had caught lightning in a bottle. Trouble was, he didn't have the first clue what to do with it.
On Tuesday, you turned a new leaf and delighted your boss when you arrived early. Although she didn't get her hopes up, you continued to impress her with your newly established work ethic and desire to take on new responsibilities while on shift. Tuesday was also a new start for Dustin too, rather than going home after visiting Steve at Scoops, doing his homework, he came into your work every day without fail.
Dustin always started off browsing in the new releases at the front of the store, he then briefly flicked through the Horror section before getting sucked into the Comic books and board games towards the back of the store, where you spent most of your shift re-stocking and re-organising when you weren't serving customers.
You noticed Dustin, you always did, and you had mastered the timing of his entire routine better than anything else in your life. Dustin showed up at the same time, never spending a minute longer before moving closer to you. You couldn't help but feel flattered and at times your cheeks flushed when you noticed him staring at you through the corner of your eye, pretending to be busy reading the new customer refund and exchange policies alongside the cash handling manual.
You were hoping (and expecting) Dustin to come over and say something, anything to you, but he didn't, and after a week and a half of him just monitoring you in complete silence, you had become terribly impatient.
"He just stares at me through the pages of the Fantastic 4 comic!" You whined at your sister who was on her break, she handed you her house keys over the counter.
"He's a nice kid!" Robin defended him, "Maybe you make him, I don't know, a little shy? He probably doesn't know how to talk to a girl outside of quoting something out of fantasy lore."
"Shy?" you scoffed, "Why would I make him shy?"
Robin winced and held your hands over the counter, squeezing them, "Please don't hate me, my sweet and dear baby sister, but you have major resting bitch face. Just like I can't help my poor time management, you can't help that look on your face."
You caught yourself scowling and rolled your eyes, "Fine! Okay, so it's the look on my face. What exactly can I do?"
Robin let go of your hands and shrugged, "I don't know, maybe flash him a smile when you notice an interesting board game he picks up. Use your knowledge of these games and comics to your advantage, treat him like a customer until he makes a move."
Your eyes widened, "Makes a move? Robin! What are you talking about?"
Robin had already walked away from the counter, hurrying towards the exit of the store, "Sorry, sis! Can't talk, gotta run!"
Taking Robin's advice, you decided to run over to the comic section, moving the X-Men release from its right spot to the shelf above.
That'll do it. He'll be forced to ask where it is if he doesn't spot it first.
Glancing at your watch, you knew Dustin would be walking towards your store. You straightened the badges on your lanyard and quickly ran back to the counter, casually flicking through a damaged magazine a customer returned in exchange for a polka-dot print journal.
Like clockwork, Dustin showed up. New releases first, then Horror, before finally exploring the comics and board games. He stared at the shelf with a puzzled look, muttering to himself.
"They don't have it?"
"It's on the top shelf," you sighed, leaning your chin on your hand, not looking up.
"Thanks." He replied, now focusing on the comic book, pulling one off the shelf.
For the next hour, he flicked through them all, comic after comic, without a single word slipping from his lips.
Are you kidding me?
You stared at him, fully understanding what Robin meant with the bitch face comment. Your eyes burned into the back of Dustin's cap as you cleared your throat, "Henderson, can you do me a favour?"
He quickly turned around, closing the comic, "Sure, what is it-"
"You're in here all the time, constantly browsing in between peeking at me through the pages in those comics. Either buy something, or ask me on a date, because you're destroying our customer conversion targets by leaving empty-handed."
"I, wait, what?" he stammered, his eyes widening and cheeks burning.
"You heard me," you raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly "either buy that four-dollar comic, or ask me out."
Whilst you were proud of yourself for technically making the first move, you knew you would never be able to get over the embarrassment of Dustin picking a comic book over you.
Dustin swallowed hard and adjusted his backpack straps with trembling hands before he reached into his pocket, retrieving the money he needed for the comic.
Your heart pained at his silent choice, and you threw the towel in, your eyes going back to the magazine.
Dustin took a deep breath and walked over towards you at the counter, puffing out his chest and lifting up his chin.
"Friday," he spoke up, handing you the comic book to scan, "that's your next night off, we can go out then."
Of course he knew, and of course he went for both options, not just one.
You looked up at Dustin and smiled, the flush of your cheeks mirroring his.
"It's a date," you smiled, handing him his comic, "That'll be four dollars, Henderson."
"Oh, right!" He blinked, handing you the money, a proud smile spreading across his face, "Y-you know what, keep the change!" he beamed, running out of the store and towards Scoops.
You shook your head and laughed, knowing that Steve and Robin would have lots to talk about on their commute home.
ok last comment about this is like. there's no such thing as a "dead fandom" there are just fans that are discouraged to loudly enjoy something for whatever reason and like. that's fixable
series created on March 6th, 2026 and completed on May 13th, 2026
for those who read Miss Hawkins 1986, I'd love it if you could fill out this google form for me! There's absoluetly no pressure, but I'd like some feedback as it will help me improve on my writing skills for future pics! Thank you!
summary: you're approached one night by a man who does the castings for Playboy Magazine, and your boyfriend Eddie loses his mind.
warnings are detailed in each part.
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3
Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6
epilogue
Eddie's Bunny spin-off series: coming soon
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for those who read Miss Hawkins 1986, I'd love it if you could fill out this google form for me! There's absoluetly no pressure, but I'd like some feedback as it will help me improve on my writing skills for future fics! Thank you!
for those who read Miss Hawkins 1986, I'd love it if you could fill out this google form for me! There's absoluetly no pressure, but I'd like some feedback as it will help me improve on my writing skills for future fics! Thank you!
anonthebanished - eddie munson x f!harrington wife!reader
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pairing: eddie munson x f!harrington's wife!reader
summary: when your husband, Steve, leaves you sexually neglected for another business trip, you meet up with stranger from a chatroom for a one-time hookup... but the stranger on the other side of the screen is closer to home than you thought.
warnings: 18+ mdni, car sex, piv sex, unprotected sex, cheating, hair pulling, can't think of anything else, didn't proofread.
fun fact: tiny reference of my two series in here (those who read them will get it lol)
word count: 3.4k
anonthebanished: so... r u sure u wanna do this??
You stared at your computer screen and then back at your keyboard, the pads of your fingertips lingering over the keys.
You knew that this was wrong, talking and masturbating with an anonymous man in a chatroom on the other side of the screen, but you were lonely, miserable, and so fucking desperate to be touched... to be wanted.
Steve had been away for three weeks, almost four, on a business trip. He was always working, no longer making time for you and the life you were supposed to be building together, and you were missing him. Severely. You craved his soft touch and warm embraces, the sex, the late-night conversations and relaxing showers together. The distance started to make you loathe your husband.
tickledpink: yeah.
tickledpink: unless you're having second thoughts?
anonthebanished: no! no! i wanna do this, just haven't met anyone irl b4
tickledpink: I haven't either, it'll be ok.
tickledpink: my husband is away for a week, you can come over anytime.
On the other side of the screen, Eddie sighed and rubbed his face with his rough, large hands in frustration. Eddie was a regular in the online chat rooms, chatting with lonely women who struggled to date when he wasn't trying to find a backup drummer for Corroded Coffin.
When the two of you matched, he didn't want to leave out of fear he'd lose you. You were different, not needy for love, but needy for sex. Eddie wasn't used to a woman being so open, direct, and not afraid to take control.
The two of you were planning to meet after the first week of late-night pillow-typing but something always got in the way, your mother-in-law visiting after Steve insisted, just to make sure you were doing okay, and then Eddie's paycheque being swallowed up by his debts.
He was so close, hopeful that you'd meet halfway, at some motel, but he had lost his opportunity. Again.
anonthebanished: I can't drive up
anonthebanished: my van is fcked
Should've fixed my fuckin' van. So stupid.
anonthebanished: maybe halfway at motel? can get dropped off.
tickledpink: no, it's ok. I can drive.
tickledpink: I'll come to you.
tickledpink: In my husbands car. lol.
Eddie's eyes widened as he began to cough on the cigarette smoke he was blowing out into the air. He hesitated for a moment, catching his breath before dampening his lips with his tongue, his dick hardening in his pants at the thought of you coming to him, on him, with him.
anonthebanished: fck yeah. when?
tickledpink: tomorrow?
Eddie's dick twitched and he slipped his hand into his boxers, his hand clamping around the base of his shaft. He quickly typed back using the middle finger of his non-dominant hand, the cigarette still resting between his teeth.
anonthebanished: plz. need u already. here's my address.
"She really wants me, huh?" He grunted, slowly stroking himself, "Well, she can come and get me."
Your heart almost stopped at his address.
Hawkins. He's local. He's more than local. He's a fucking half-hour walk away.
Are you fucking kidding me?
You stared at your screen, quickly grabbed a scrap of paper, and scribbled down his address. You knew the address already; realistically, you didn't need to write it down, but you did so anyway, it would be the only way you knew this had happened for real and not some warped fever dream.
Biting your bottom lip, your stomach flutters yet drops at the same time: you were finally going to get a decent fuck, but you were doing it behind Steve's back.
Your eyes trailed over to your bedside drawer, the one with the vibrators and dildos. Sure, you could use them again instead of seeking out someone, but you were bored, fed up with getting yourself off, alone in an empty home. You craved physical touch, a man's hands roaming your body as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning away whilst he thrusted into you.
Steve's sex drive became nonexistent as work became the priority over your marriage; he'd last two minutes with little regard for your climax, which irritated you. Steve had a big dick and he knew how to use it and how to please you, but his lack of consideration possessed him.
tickledpink: I'll be there. Mid-afternoon?
anonthebanished: Whenever u want, princess ;)
There's no going back now. Once Steve gets back, I won't have to do this when the busy period dies down. It's just a one-time thing, a harmless fuck. Nothing serious, nothing permanent. He knows I'm married; it's not like it'll be awkward if I see him out at the general store. Steve is oblivious. He won't be able to tell. No one will tell him, I won't crack.
tickledpink: mid-afternoon it is, see you then... what do you look like? above the waist, obviously.
Did I go too far asking that? Hopefully, I've not scared him off?
The two of you had exchanged poor-quality webcam pictures that were blurry and taken in dim lighting in the early hours of the morning; you had seen each other's bodies, your breasts, your behind, and your glistening cunt, and his body and length excited you; he had a lot to offer. You knew he had tattoos on his arm and chest, but they looked like a smudged blob of ink; you had never seen his face, and you didn't know his name.
That would all change tomorrow.
Eddie recognised your shape, but he couldn't put his finger on where. You could be from anywhere, women sometimes blurred into one beautiful being after too many drinks, but you felt familiar to Eddie. Too familiar.
anonthebanished: u'll see tomoz, don't want to spoil the surprise, a little mystery is sexy, no?
anonthebanished: but don't get ur hopes up either lmao
tickledpink: how will you know it's me if we don't exchange face pics?
anonthebanished: no one has cars here. the only vehicle is a delivery van.
You sighed and leaned back in your chair, slightly worried.
tickledpink: won't people get suspicious though? My husband's car will stick out like a sore thumb.
anonthebanished: trust me. no one will notice.
anonthebanished: I promise.
No one will notice. Does this guy even have neighbours?
tickledpink: I trust you. See you tomorrow, I need to get to bed.
tickledpink: can't be too tired for tomorrow.
anonthebanished: oh I'll tire you out ;)
anonthebanished: goodnight ;*
tickledpink: goodnight :)
After showering two or three times and going through outfit after outfit, you were finally driving to his house, your hands shaking against the steering wheel, lightly sweating against the leather. The car still smelled like Steve. You checked your rearview mirror and continued to close in on the address.
I'm in his car, driving to someone else's place to have sex with them, whilst he's probably working through his delayed lunch break or in the middle of a business meeting, sweating in his suit, thinking about finally coming home.
You expected your foot to slam on the brakes so you could quickly put your car in reverse and go home, to never go in the chatroom again, but you carried on driving, getting closer and closer to the trailer park, which had all been vacated but one with the van. Through the windshield, you stared at the van. You had seen it before, swerving through town, blaring music that Steve always complained about.
"What an asshole. Who drives like that? Can you hear that crap?" Steve whined once, pressing his fist on his horn.
"Who can't hear it?!" You muttered, shaking your head.
Finally, parking Steve's car, you got out and slammed the door, your stomach whirring like a washing machine full of anxiety, excitement, and guilt.
Looking up at the trailer door, your eyes widened at the man standing in front of his door, just feet away from you, the drop of your jaw mirroring his.
"No fucking way." Eddie choked out, his cigarette dropping from his mouth.
Your stomach dropped, your hands started to sweat and all you didn't know if you wanted to get back in the car and drive or start an argument.
This has to be a set-up.
"Are you kidding me?" You whispered.
But his... anonthebanished... it all makes sense. Perfect sense.
You squeezed your eyes shut, running a hand through your hair, "of course," you mumbled, "this makes perfect sense... the banished."
"I fuckin' knew I recognised the shape of your waist!" He freaked out, clicking at you, "I constantly stared at you in gym! How did I not notice?"
Your cheeks began to burn.
"What's with the name tickledpink? What's that about?"
You chose to ignore him; there wasn't anything to tell.
"Well, I couldn't make out your tats from the shitty webcam quality," you cleared your throat, trying to think of something to flush out your red cheeks.
"So lover boy isn't all that great then?" Eddie slowly approached you, a deep look of pride splashing across his face.
"I told you already, he's away on a business trip." You huffed and crossed your arms.
"Yeah, probably fucking some chick in some dirty motel room."
That possibility never crossed your mind, but you knew Steve. He wasn't a cheater; he'd probably jerk off over a Playboy magazine, but he'd never fuck someone else. He wasn't like that.
"I'm here for a fuck, like we agreed on, Eddie. I'm not here to talk." You began to scowl and stuck your chin up, "Why are you the only one here anyway? I thought you were getting out of this place."
Eddie laughed, now standing so close you could smell the shampoo he used, "So much for not talking." He swallowed hard, "Everyone else got rehoused... after I got found not guilty for murder, they still didn't want to be living nearby. Can't say I blame them."
"That's why you're in chatrooms..."
"You can't get a fuck, I can't get a fuck or a date. Where am I meant to go?"
A sharp twinge of sympathy clawed at you. You didn't know what to say, so instead, you gently reached up and brushed the curls that were in his eyes, careful not to poke him. Your eyes melted into him, feeling a shiver run down your spine and sending goosebumps pricking up on your arms.
The last time you got this close to another man was when Steve left, nearly a month ago. He kissed the top of your head before getting into his colleague's sleek black sedan, waving you off from the passenger seat. Eddie had gone longer without affection or a casual hookup. It had been years; nothing ever went further than online talk.
Eddie's breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fell to your lips. His hand came up and rested against the side of your face, his thumb tracing circles into your cheek.
Fuck. Her skin is so soft.
Following Eddie's lead, you closed your eyes and leaned in, finally kissing the lips you'd been imagining for the last fourteen days. You didn't know what to expect; the kiss wasn't going to be slow, romantic, and instead it turned to something more frantic, hungry, and desperate.
The hand that cupped the side of your face became tangled in the hair at the back of your head, whilst his other hand snaked around you and pulled you into him. Eddie's dick started to painfully harden; the heat from the kiss and your body pressing against him was enough to have him cum in his pants; the reality of this going much further was enough to give him palpitations.
The way he tugged at your hair sent a moan slipping from your lips. Eddie lowered you down, pressing your back onto the hood of Steve's car as the kiss deepened, with your tongues swirling around each other. The cool metal against your back brought in your growing guilt over what and who you were doing, but as Eddie pulled away from the kiss and his hand lowered to the buckle on his belt, the guilt washed away with excitement.
"You want to?" he breathed heavily.
You nodded, "Desperately, on or in the car?"
Eddie chuckled as he removed his belt, "I don't care, as long as I get to fuck you."
Your eyes focused on the growing bulge in his jeans, his hand tugged the zipper down before removing them, completely surprising you. He wasn't as big or wide as Steve, but he was bigger than expected, and if he knew how to use it, you knew you were in for a good time.
Eddie stripped himself down to his boxers, engorging through the thin fabric, you forced yourself to stop staring and got undressed, throwing your outfit on the ground beside his jeans and sleevesless tour shirt. His eyes tracked your neck and then down your breasts he so craved to caress. Lower and lower he took you in, slowly going down your stomach that he'd imagine cumming on. Finally reaching your underwear, he chewed on his bottom lip.
He began to laugh.
"What?!" you asked, cocking up an eyebrow, "Is there something wrong with me?!"
Eddie smirked, "No, no, it's just... nothing." He shook his head.
"No, what is it? Tell me, man."
He sighed, the smirk still plastered to his face, "You're keeping your socks and shoes on?"
"Y-you aren't?" You looked down, only now noticing he'd taken his off.
"It's just me here." He lowered his voice, his eyes now trailing back up your body
"Eddie," you tried not to laugh, getting impatient, "I'm keeping them on."
"Alright, Alright!" He surrendered, his open palms fanned out in front of you, closing in on you again. "You have two choices: turn around and bend over, or lie back."
Bending over would be easier; you could close your eyes and pretend it's Steve, but on second thought, you didn't want to look away and pretend. Eddie was sweet with a good sense of humour, and he was... new. Full of mystery, unpredictable, less polished yet perfect.
You planted yourself on the hood of the car and slipped your underwear off down your legs, Eddie untangled them from around your socks and shoes and removed them. He removed his boxers, freeing himself. His length slapped against him, the sight of him already making up for your drawer of toys.
"I have protection but I left it inside," he gripped himself, tugging eagerly.
"I'm on birth control, it's fine." you reassured him, "don't worry about lube, I'm wet enough."
You teased him and propped your legs up on the edge of the cars hood, allowing him to peek at your swelling clit and glistening folds.
Eddie watched and lined himself up to your entrance, his hands resting on your waist, "and spit costs nothing, sweetheart. You ready?"
Your legs wrapped around Eddie, "Are you?"
"It's now or never."
You pulled Eddie into you as your legs tightened around him, the tip of his dick pierced you, reminding you how good skin on skin felt. Real skin. He furrowed his brows as his shaft glided inside of you, your warm and gummy walls embracing his size closely, this break in his celibacy only intensifying his pleasure, a deep and guttural groan erupting from his throat.
You gasped at him, stretching you out, at how perfect he seemed to fit, like a jigsaw completing a puzzle. Your hands gripped the hood of the car to keep steady, reminding yourself to be vocal.
Enjoy yourself, enjoy him. Your moans will encourage him. Let him enjoy you
Eddie's thrusts were powerful, and his stamina was refreshing; he wasn't tired out easily. His dick pressed deeper and deeper into you until there was nothing left of him for you to swallow. He pulled one of your legs from around him and draped it over his shoulder, now positioning himself at an angle, hitting and grazing at your g-spot.
"Can reach you so much better this way, fuck." He panted, still bucking wildly.
He was right. The angle brought you more pleasure and made it easier for him to keep fucking you, you stared up at him, his name spilling from your lips over and over again, a private chant between the two of you.
Eddie didn't know where to look; the different parts of your body and face were spoiling him for choice. He leaned over you, so you propped yourself up on your elbows to meet him halfway, his sweaty forehead brushing against yours and his hair began to stick to his flushed face. His movements slowed a little and he became more breathless, afraid that if he kept going fast, he'd jump the gun and spill his load without making you cum first.
"You feel so fucking good, Eddie," you panted, your insides becoming more tender.
"Remind me," he grunted, blowing his fringe out of his eyes, "why didn't we do this in school?"
You didn't really want to remind him, it was even cruel for you to think back to, but you owed him an answer. He took a risk meeting you after what he went through, and he was worth the risk of your marriage falling apart over a one-time deal.
"My boyfriend," you started, "Now husband, hated your guts. I was too much of a coward to think for myself."
Eddie hummed, picking up speed again, "is that right?"
You nodded, "Mhm... oh fuck,"
"Look at how that turned out." He smirked again.
That fucking smirk. Those fucking eyes.
Eddie's thrusts were unrelenting, your walls tightening around him as he kept gliding against them. The pleasure began to build in you, climbing higher and higher, with each thrust and groan from Eddie exciting you further towards your orgasm. He attacked your neck, lightly sucking and playfully biting on it without enough force to leave a mark, and his grip on your waist tightened. The build of sweat and your excitement from beneath you made you sink lower onto Eddie, pushing you to your limit.
"Eddie, please don't stop, please!" You whined loudly, throwing your head back.
"I'm not going to stop until you're satisfied." He panted again, doing as he was told.
Your walls clamped around him, strangling him, which made his lips quiver, and the mounting tension inside of you snapped, sending your legs wobbly and your back arching, with your hot cum oozing down him.
The feeling of you soaking Eddie pushed him towards the finish line, his hands wrapped around your back and he pulled you into him, his face now in the crook of your neck. Eddie replayed the details in his head over and over to the soundtrack of your moans and sweet nothings.
I'm fucking Harrington's wife.
I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car.
I'm fucking Steve Harrington's wife, on his car, and she's loving it.
Eddie thought about the times he stared at your stomach in the low-quality webcam pictures you sent him, and before he spilt himself inside of you, he quickly pulled out and eased you back against the hood of the car.
He tugged at his dick frantically and aimed at his favourite spot on your stomach, his hot and sticky thick ropes shooting out and hitting your clammy skin.
Eddie didn't speak. When removing your leg from his shoulder, he nearly stumbled back but you were able to pull him back towards you with your other leg, still wrapped around him.
You both stayed quiet, the only sound in his lot was your deep breaths and sighs against the setting amber sun, the cooling air biting at your hard nipples and Eddie's collar bones.
"That was..." he started.
"Better than expected." You lightly laughed, flashing him a smile.
"R-really?" Eddie wiped the beads of sweat from his brow before pushing his hair back and messily tying it up.
"You have no idea."
You unwrapped your leg from around Eddie, your legs dropping against the car with a light thud. Eddie leaned against the hood, resting next to you, staring at your socks and shoes, laughing again.
"I know this was a one time thing," he spoke up, his breathing settling, "but do you want to come in? Take a shower and maybe have a glass of water?"
You knew this would break your own rules and the boundaries you and Eddie set when you were both toying with the idea of a hook-up but that was when neither of you knew eachothers identity.
Nothing can be more extreme than what we've just done.
You slowly slid down the hood of your husbands car, landing on your feet, picking up Eddie's boxers you wiped away his seed and chucked his underwear at him, laughing back at him.
"Sure," you yawned, "a shower and a refreshment won't hurt."
My grandfather who sa'd me is dying and im not feeling sad or sorry but my whole family (nobody knows abt it) are calling me selfish and that i dont care but why does no one see my genuine fear of being near this man like im exhausted of this i got no one
There are helplines with qualified professionals you can go to who can help you talk about this, anonamously and privately, or even openly if you ever felt like you could go to your family about what he has done.
I wish I could help you with this but I can't, I'm not a professional with the right resources, and family member sa is too close to home for me.
Them not knowing and not sensing what has happened could be why they aren't understanding your feelings/reaction to him coming to the end of his life in comparison with their mourning. Either that or they picking up on the truth and are trying to brush it under the carpet.
Sending you love and light. Please have a look online at some helplines and see who you can talk to for support. Help is out there.
this is a 13 part series, currently ongoing, updated weekly. 18+ MDNI.
series created on March 4th, 2026
summary: you and your husband, Steve, are inching closer to 40, and as you continue to struggle to conceive your sixth child, Steve cheats out of frustration and stress; only to come home to his dream coming true.
warnings are detailed in each part.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8
Part 9 -
Part 10: coming soon
Part 11: coming soon
Part 12: coming soon
Part 13: coming soon
other works: masterlist, navigation, request rules, taglist
Hi, I was the anon that requested the story with Billy and the domestic abuse. I just wanted to say thank you, you really captured what I was feeling at the time, a mixture of denial, embarrassment, fear and of course pain. I apologise if it bought any of your painful past to the surface, that was of course never my intention. I have read the story 4 times now and I adore the way Steve looked after her. Thank you again, you’re an amazing writer x
I'm so glad I was able to capture your experience in a respectful way <3 I was so scared I was going in the wrong directtion with it, and it's an honor knowing that I've been able to write something for your that has become a source of comfort.
It didn't bring anything painful back so please don't worry about that! Writing always helps me to come to terms with many things either brushed under the carper or underplayed for the sake of others rather than taking care of myself.
I hope you have the most amazing weekend my lovely x
