I’m a reckless mistake. I’m a cold night’s intake. I’m a one night too long. I’m a come on too strong. All my life I’ve been living in the fast lane, can’t slow down. I’m a rollin’ freight train. One more time, gotta start all over. Can’t slow down. I’m a lone red rover. I’m a hold my cards close. I’m a wreck what I love most. I’m a first class let down. I’m a shut up sit down. I am a head case.
Dacre Montgomery x Ellie Bamber requested by @munsonbunny (originals gifs belongs to @harlivycommissions)
People say we shouldn’t be together. We’re too young to know about forever. But I say, “They don’t know what they’re talk-, talk-, talking about” ‘cause this love is only gettin’ stronger. So, I don’t wanna wait any longer. I just wanna tell the world that you’re mine, girl, oh. They don’t know about the things we do. They don’t know about the I-love-you. But I bet you if they only knew , they would just be jealous of us. They don’t know about the up-all-nights. They don’t know I’ve waited all my life just to find a love that feels this right. Baby, they don’t know about, they don’t know about us
samara weaving x rege-jean page requested by @munsonbunny (originals gifs belongs to @happygifsnqq & @elyyxium)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | beefy frat!rugby player!Ari Levinson x nerd!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | established relationship, size difference: 6’8!Ari. SMUT - minors DNI, rimming (f), spanking, dirty talk, daddy kink, dumbification, hint of dacryphilia, size kink, wet and messy.
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You’ll always be his number one fan.
𝗪/𝗖 | 741
𝗔/𝗡 | hi besties, here’s a drabble from this poll, i didn’t list it but wrote it anyway shh. There’s no masterlist for this au, everything is under #thick frat boy ari and drabbles are linked on my polls drabble masterlist (linked below).
Shudders rock through your body and your sweaty skin sticks to the cold metal as you gasp for air. A sharp slap echoes through the room, rattling off the walls of lockers, and the stark view of the entrance reminds you of just how much trouble you could be in if you were caught.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” Wet, sloppy kisses pepper across your ass, leaving heat in its wake, “Gonna come with daddy’s tongue in your ass?”
You whine, “d-don’t say it like that—” You’re cut off by a yelp when his teeth pierce into your cheeks hard, right where his palm landed a mean spank.
“You don’t get to act all innocent now, not when you showed up in this.” He fists the tiny cheerleader skirt around your hips, the white fabric rolled up so he could feast. Your panties are another story and lying half-torn on the tiled floor with three letters hand-stitched on the back.
He could fuck you against the wall, hoist you up in his arms and bounce you on his cock like a little toy, but his name was on your ass—he had to get his mouth on you.
He showered before sneaking you into the locker room and he’ll have to shower again before you leave, but he doesn’t care. He can’t fucking care when his girl was the loudest in the crowd and holding up the cutest sign: ‘THE BULL/NUMBER 3 TACKLED MY HEART’ and the cherry on top was the beautiful bouquet of roses you brought down the field after they won.
No one has ever bought him flowers before. He often wondered how the hell you were so adorable and perfect, and how he even got the chance to be with you. Luck. He was so fucking lucky.
Saliva is smeared all over his lips, your essence evident in his thick beard, and Ari is seconds away from coming but he forces himself to hold back. Under his towel, he squeezes the fat base of his cock, “use daddy’s mouth, fuck yourself on my tongue. Or is that too dirty for you?” He spanks you again and soothes the burning flesh with his rough hand.
“No…”
Another slap, “then fucking do it.”
With a quiet cry, you rock back against his face, your hands searching for something to hold onto but it’s futile. That is until you reach behind and fist his hair. You yank him close, pathetic uh-uh-uhs escape your throat with every thrust of his tongue that meets your grinds. His muffled groans send shivers up your spine, you can hear how messy it is back there.
The tightening in your stomach intensifies when he traces your rim, slobbery kisses and suckles creep to your folds and creamy hole. He can’t resist tasting your cunt and grabs your hips, forcing you to arch your back, but then he gets a better idea.
“Rub your clit.”
“But I l-like when you do it.” You murmur, craning your neck to look down at him, only the toes of your sneakers on the floor. “My fingers don’t feel as good, daddy.”
“For someone so smart, you’re a fucking dummy sometimes.” He spits on your puckered hole then dips forward with his flat tongue, groaning lowly when you push back against him. “You want me to be sweet with your button, baby? Or do you want me to mean? Bully it, slap it, make it hurt ‘cause it’s so puffy.”
“Pl-Please be nice…” You sniffle, eyes rolling back when his thumb penetrates your tight wet rosebud. His other hand trails up your sticky thighs, teasing your slit. “I have an essay to do, can’t be hurtin’, daddy.”
“No? But don’t you love it when I’m mean?” He gently spreads your slick to your clit, rubbing slowly and sweetly, “Don’t you love when your button is so sensitive that I can’t even kiss it without you crying? You’re so pretty when you cry.”
With every passing second, you sink deeper into that floaty pool of pleasure. He was to blame, he was always to blame. His raspy voice, his thumb pumping in and out of your ass, and his delicate touch on your nub.
“I luh when you kiss it, daddy.”
“That’s not what I asked, little cub.” He chuckles softly, nibbling and kissing your flesh, “it’s okay, you get as dumb as you want, daddy’ll take care of you.”
𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: mhmhmh big boys mmmh
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! check in tomorrow for a drabble about fuckboys!ari & curtis x reader !!
As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼
I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
Share Her - Eddie Munson x sweet/dumb!reader x stepbro!steve
Warnings: reader is naïve, stepcest, Steve and Eddie are both perverts, fingering, use of sir, cum talk, smut
A/N: I need to update my masterlist, it’s pretty far behind. But bleh, not tonight. Whenever I get back on my computer
-
“Here you go.” You say, handing a cold can of beer to both boys who requested them. They weren’t doing much of anything besides watching TV in the basement, but you didn’t mind having to go all the way to the kitchen for them, you loved Steve and his friend was nice to you, so of course you’ll do something if they ask you to.
Steve frowns.
“What?” You ask, confused.
“This isn’t what I wanted. There are 2 different kinds in the fridge in there, bring me the other one. It’ll have a different label.”
You head back up the stairs, leaving your step brother and his best friend to themselves for a moment which they take advantage of.
“There’s no fucking way you’re not hitting that. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t live with her. I’d be hard 24 fucking 7.”
“I mean, yeah, eds i am but that’s not something we should say out loud.”
“YOU ARE?”
“Shut up, dude. Why do you care, you wanna piece of her?”
“Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Alright. I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, I’ll make sure you get some. Not without me, though, because she’s attached to me.”
“Fuck it, whatever makes her comfortable. Those goddamn shorts.”
“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’m convinced she knows what she’s doing. LOVES attention.”
Their voices fell silent when you come back down. Steve pats the seat next to him, and you sit. They take the new beers and crack them open, sipping (rather loudly, you think) them.
You sit down beside Steve.
“Baby, come here.” Steve says, opening his arms. He exchanges looks with Eddie who sits on the other side of the couch.
“Okay.”
You climb on top of him, into his lap, settling down.
He pulls your face closer to his and kisses you deeply. You indulge for a moment, but pull away. You nod towards Eddie and give Steve an expression like ‘we’re not alone’.’
“It’s okay, Eddie over here doesn’t mind. Do ya, eds?”
“N- no, not at all.”
“Take your shirt off, okay?” Steve asks.
You nod, pulling in off of your body. Eddie takes in your mostly bare form.
“Bra too.”
You reach behind your back to unclasp it and let it fall off your shoulders.
“Jesus Christ.” You hear from a short distance away. Eddie was painfully hard from seeing your bare chest and torso, trying to inconspicuously rub himself through his jeans. He sits and watches as you and Steve kiss, the way you straddle his thigh and start to hump it.
“You wanna do something for me?” Steve asks you quietly. You nod. Of course you do.
“Go give some love to my friend over here, okay? He thinks you’re beautiful.”
You smile. “Oh, okay.” And crawl over to Eddie.
“Kiss?” You ask, head tilted, wanting to hear he wanted it from his own mouth.
“Mhm.” He hums, and you lean in. He was shocked at how intense you were, no softness to your kiss, depraved.
Steve chuckles. “There ya go, baby.”
You soon had your tongue deep in his mouth, trying to work with his. Eddie grabs your hips, snaking them around back so he could take two handfuls of your ass.
“Mmh,” you whimpered when he pushed you down against his erection.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks into the kiss.
“Yes….” You trail off, pausing, looking around and then at steve. He reads your mind easily.
“Oh, she wants to know what to call you. ‘Daddy’, ‘sir’, that type of thing.” Steve offers.
You turn back to Eddie and look at him, waiting.
“Jesus Christ. You are so good, aren’t you? How about you pick?” Eddie asks.
“Sir.” You whisper.
“Sounds good to me.” He smiles, almost wickedly.
You reach down to start fussing with his belt buckle, struggling. He gently swats your hands away and undoes it himself. You get off of him momentarily so he can push his jeans and boxers down his legs, and you take off your pajama shorts. In the meantime, you look over.
“Stevie?”
“Yeah?”
“Come closer. Please.”
“Alright, princess.”
He scoots over to sit right next to Eddie after you crawl back into his lap.
Eddie reaches between your legs in search of a damp spot on your panties which he found quickly.
“Holy shit.” He comments, immediately pushing them to the side and slipping a finger into you.
“Right? Like a goddamn water park.” Steve comments back.
He lays back at watches his friend’s finger disappear inside your soaked pussy over and over. You start to slightly move up and down, trying to get more from the measly finger but failing.
Eddie notices, and gives you a second one, curling it deep inside you. Your mouth falls open, lips parted. You look at Steve as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, wanting him to still pay attention to you.
“Kiss, stevie?” You ask between sighs and small moans coming from the way Eddie’s working you with his fingers. Steve leans in and you press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly and putting a hand on the side of his face. Despite the lewd situation, it was a soft little kiss. Just one as if to say ‘I love you’ without words.
“Ah, feels so good,” you pant.
“Good. That’s all Eddie here wants, to make you feel good.”
“Really?” You ask, turning to Eddie, who’s staring at your tits. Steve punches him in the shoulder.
“What? Oh, yeah, really. You think you can take my cock?”
“Yes sir.”
You get up to slip your panties off quickly, returning to your spot. You put one hand on Steve’s shoulder just to know he’s there, and one on Eddie’s chest, and you sink down onto his cock. It’s big, and it hurts enough to make you gasp, but not enough to stop. You feel the stretch and you know he feels it too.
“Ahhhh, shit. Oh, holy shit, baby.”
“Am I good?”
“So good. The best. This little pussy feels like it was made for me, fits like a glove.”
You start to move a little, getting used to the full feeling, and build up momentum slowly. You ball up a fistful of Steve’s t shirt in your hand and hold it as you start riding Eddie.
Now bouncing up and down, you mewl and cry, whining about how big it is. This only makes it more unbearable for him, desperately wanting to cum right that second. He continues to watch your tits bounce up and down, as did Steve. He looked so proud.
Eventually, you started to slow, growing tired. Eddie takes over, fucking up into you while you just hover. He hits your special spot over and over again, leaving you so overwhelmed you were almost crying real tears. That’s only intensified when he brings his thumb down to rub quick circles on your clit while he fucks you, and it only takes a minute.
“Oh, Eddie, I need to- please, sir.” You cry.
Eddie doesn’t immediately respond.
“She wants permission, eds. Won’t cum without it.” Steve reminds him.
“Yes, yes baby you can cum. Come on.”
“Oh, hold my hand, stevie.”
Your hand finds his and you lock your fingers together. When you tumble over the edge, you squeeze Steve’s hand tight.
“There you go, good girl.” He coos, comforting you through it.
“God- it got even tighter. Can’t fuckin’- ahh.”
Eddie pulls out of you very suddenly, giving his cock a couple of quick strokes before cumming all over your lower stomach and his hand. It kept on coming, he had so much built up just for you.
You marveled at the way it felt so warm and wet on your skin and the way it made his hand so sticky and shiny. You let go of Steve’s hand, and he gets up to go to another room. He re-emerges quickly with a towel, tossing it to Eddie who cleans you off first.
When you’re dry, you get out of his lap, and jump back into your little shorts and throw your shirt back on, cuddling into Steve who had sat back down in his original place on the other side of the couch. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, reassuring and praising you.
“You did so good for my friend, princess. That was very nice of you. Sharing for me.”
“Thank you.” You snuggle into his chest.
On the opposite side, Eddie was struggling. It had gotten in more places than just his fist, his legs too.
“Uhh, shit. Can I take a shower, dude? I think that’d be easier.”
“Yeah, you know where it is.” Steve nods.
“You sleepy?” He asks you, once you’re alone again.
“Mm. A little.”
“Let’s get you to bed then, and you can rest.”
You look up at him, sad. You didn’t want to be detached from his side but you also knew he was hanging out with someone already. He notices you thinking and pouting.
“You wanna know a secret?” He whispers, picking you up.
“Of course I do, stevie.” You answer softly.
“I’ll see you again. I might have to sneak off to your bedroom once Eddie falls asleep, might need you to take care of me.”
“Ooh. Okay. I’ll wait for you.”
“No no, just go to sleep. It’ll be late, you’ll wake up when you hear me come in. And I’ll just slip right into your bed with you.”
“Okay.” You nod. He eventually gets you all the way upstairs to your room even though you could walk just fine, setting you down and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You smile and blush, watching him as he walks away, flipping the light off before closing your door.
a/n: okay, so this one is another from the old account. i wasn’t really sure if i was going to repost this one, just because i’m not as fond of billy as i used to be, but a lovely anon asked me to repost this one so here it is! i made a few edits and billy is definitely very ooc but i hope you enjoy nevertheless <3
NOT MY GIF! CREDIT TO THE OWNER!
You let out an amused snort at something Steve had said as you sat on one of the couches in Mike’s living room. Max and El were tucked under each of your arms, snuggled into your side as they shook against you with laughter.
You were having your bi-weekly movie night with the party, Steve and Robin. You were currently on your third movie and, surprisingly, everyone was seated and watching the movie instead of running around or arguing like usual.
You looked around the room, smiling at the people you got to call family, however your smile faltered slightly as you wished your boyfriend could be here too. You and Billy had been dating for a few months, secretly, and contrary to popular belief, he was a real gentleman. He treated you like a princess and he’s been there for you through tough times, especially your frequent panic attacks.
not the nastiest or perviest, but i LOVE those one-shots/imagines when Max is just like "there's something wrong" and then turns out Billy has a gf, boom. so like, maybe Max hears "happy screams" more often and she's like "haven't i seen this girl around before?" and Billy and the girl go to the kitchen to grab something idk and reader sees Max and is just like "BILLY YOU SAID SHE WASNT HERE" idk man, just love this scenarios
Max groaned when she heard the sounds coming from Billy's room. Sounds she'd rather not hear when she was trying to relax and read the new Wonder Woman.
Banging on the wall angrily. "Keep it down! There are children present." She yelled angrily.
"Gag me with a spoon."
She was used to gross sounds coming from Billy's room, but they seemed to be happening more and more. The grunts and groans making her nose curl up and angrily slam her bedroom shut as she placed on her headphones and played her music as loud as she could until she was sure it was safe.
She wondered how many different girls he'd gone through since they'd come to Hawkins. She'd lost count and interest at five, realising his old ways in California had followed him to Hawkins, even more so it would seem.
Yet she noticed that the voices sounded the same in his room when she walked past, and she swore she caught sight of a pink scrunchie in the bathroom that definitely wasn't hers or the same backpack that was by the door each time she came in. She even notices the pink top in the back of Billy's Camaro.
Girls never left stuff behind, Billy made sure of it.
When she's sure it's safe to come out, she walks into the kitchen, ready to pour herself some orange juice and retreat back to her room.
Though she's shocked when she sees a girl sitting at the kitchen table and Billy getting them both a drink. Pausing at the fridge as she watches Billy prepare the two glasses.
"I already told you I'm not driving you anywhere, shitbird. I have plans." Billy mutters out to her, and Max comes back to reality.
"Are you the one who left the pink scrunchie in the bathroom?" She asks you as you smile softly at her.
"That's where I left it!" You say brightly and Max swears she sees Billy smiling softly to himself.
Max is even more shocked over the next few weeks to hear your voice and catch glimpses of you throughout the house, and the happy screams.
God, it was so gross. Why did her brother have to be so gross?
She was sure that Mike didn't deal with this with Nancy.
She's sitting at the kitchen table, trying to focus on her homework when she sees you and Billy emerge from his bedroom.
Making a disgusted face as she watches you giggle, and Billy wrapping an arm around your waist, muttering something in your ear.
And Jesus, this was grosser than the happy screams.
Max watches as your eyes widen and you pull away from Billy.
"Billy!" You exclaim, turning around and swatting him lightly on the arm.
And okay, maybe Max likes you a little more.
"You told me she wasn't home!"
Billy chuckles lowly and shrugs his shoulders. "She's fine."
"I'm sorry, Max." You say, shaking your head and Max shrugs.
tw - dubcon, worshipping, religious themes. please do not read if these are triggering to you ♡ take care.
perv!eddie x innocent!catholic!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
it all started when you met max's group. as her mom was an alcoholic she wasn't able to take care of her own daughter, so she decided to search for someone that could babysit her. i mean, max was almost a teenager but all teenagers need to be taken care of, right?
thats how it all started.
you were the perfect babysitter. actually, when her mom was sober, she was really proud for hiring someone like you... always smiling, innocent, with really good morals, catholic.
but the first time his eyes scanned you, he noticed a chain around your neck.
but the first time his eyes scanned you, he noticed a chain around your neck.
but the first time his eyes scanned you, he noticed a chain around your neck.
a cross. it had a dangly cross.
god, it made him want you even more.
sometimes when he'd get too excited from the view (you) he would go to the bathroom and pleasure himself. fucking his hand thinking that it was you, with your pretty lips. all wrapped around his cock. you would look so pretty.
he tried not to make any noise, he wanted to go slow with you as he was determined that one day he'll get to ruin you, and maybe catching him jerking off wasn't the best of all starts.
"eddie?" you knock. "are you okay?" you wonder. the innocent demeanor in the sound of your voice made him desire you, want to corrupt you. he has been taking a long time in the bathroom and moans would escape through the locked door. you wondered if maybe he needed to vomit and couldn't, that's why he would moan. moan in pain. but it was far from that.
"oh! shit- yea... yes" he responded breathily, hurrying up and pumping his cock faster. he came. he left a mess. so he decided to put his dick inside his pants and open the door. not even cleaning up. what a gross guy.
he was all red, swollen, as they say. you were actually worried for him. he spent so much time inside the bathroom and you were scared that he was in pain. he became your best friend due to all the time you spent together and you wouldn't want your best friend to suffer. right?
"are you sure, eds?" you asked. you looked so pretty worried, frowning your brows, how your voice sounded under the effect of fear. god, he was getting a boner again. he tried to be focused on your necklace. how gold complimented your skin tone. how you looked so pure.
"sure" he gave you a soft smile. he loved when you called him eds.
"i was worried. you spent so much time there and you were making noises. pain noises. pinky promise you will never scare me like that again? hm" you were adorable.
"i promise, y/n" he chuckles. if only you knew.
you were cleaning when you got scared, hearing him. you were almost done cleaning the entire house except for one room. the bathroom.
you needed to get inside, so taking advantage that eddie was standing in front of you, and that you were getting really sleepy from all the hard work, you asked him if he wanted to help you clean the only room that was missing, the room he jerked off in. the bathroom.
as the pervert he is he decided to help you. he wanted to have a little fun, taking advantage of your innocence.
he opened the door and the smell of hormones came right off and impregnated your nostrils. made you think that maybe he threw up a little.
and then you saw the mess he made. you didn't know what it was, of course. but you remember making cinnamon rolls a day ago, it looked like the white sugary-water mixture you'd put on top so they can taste really sweet! you didn't think that it was anything weird.
he observed you analysing the white liquid that was all over the sink. he knew what your thoughts were so he decided to tease and play with you. it was so fun. "wait... what's this?" he said. "oh! i remember. maybe this was from the cinnamon rolls you made... um ... yesterday? i think." ding ding ding! he needed to take an opportunity and he was smart. "taste check maybe? just to make sure."
and as he said, you obeyed. your non-sexual submissiveness made him weak at the knees. of course you didn't know what in reality that white fluid was, but you thinking about the possibility of being the sweet pastry's topping and him thinking the exact same, made you think that it would probably be that, it was all pure logic. so you picked up a little of the liquid with your fingers and sucked on them while you looked at him in the eyes. batting your eyes innocently. nothing of your demeanor was made intentionally. you were just... pure.
"mhmm..." you tasted, sucking on your fingers harder, confused. he never thought he would want to be some fingers.
it wasn't sweet, it was pretty much the opposite, salty almost sour, really weird. you weren't mad at the taste neither. it was... um... addicting! yes. thats the word. thats what you thought.
as you looked into his eyes they became darker and darker. his growing boner, growing even more and more as he saw the fear in your eyes due to his behaviour and gaze changing energies completely. you were confused with all that was happening, mainly because of the warmth you felt between your legs, this never happened before.
good thing the pants he was wearing were black and they helped to hide the boner. he didn't care if you noticed, though.
"i don't think it's t-that. do-do you want to taste? maybe try some!" you said shyly as you picked up more of the liquid with your fingers and tried to put them inside his mouth. he grabbed your hand. of course he wasn't going to taste himself. he already knew what he tasted like. instead he deviated your hands to your mouth. you sucked on your fingers again. but after a few seconds you took them out of your mouth. disoriented.
"what are you doing, eds! why won't you taste it?" you asked confused.
"by the look on your face... i'm afraid i don't really want to check how it tastes like, angel" he said and falsely chuckled. trying to play it cool.
as if he didnt want to bend you over the sink and make you take him from behind. he wanted to make you look in the mirror, look at how much of a mess you are while he tears you apart.
"but... it tastes good! i promise!" at this point he was absolutely red, don't know if it was from how bad he wanted to ruin you or the comment you just said.
"its okay." he answered. "im not interested! that's it!" he laughed it off.
"hmm. 'kay" you pouted. your big bright eyes lost the sparkle they had as he rejected your offer. so, you decided to move on from the rejection and clean the sink. that's why you were here anyways.
you asked eddie to grab a cloth and some cleaning product so you could use them to clean up.
you bent over. and thats when he couldn't take it anymore. your cute white panties with the most pure floral-pastel pattern made him lose his mind. he couldn't keep his hands to himself anymore.
so what's the first thing that comes to his mind? touching your cunt trough your panties. you wearing a short skirt made him fantasise about how he would get easy access to your tight holes. and thats what he was doing right now. taking advantage of that easy access.
you didn't respond. it felt good how he was touching you. moments before your cunt was aching and it had never happened before, so as friends do! he was just trying to help you. you didn't think this was anything bad or unpure.
a noise comes out of your mouth. like the ones that eddie was making just before you asked him if he was okay.
"eds. feels good. i like when you touch me ... there" even though he was being gentle with you, you couldn't even form sentences with your own words. he was pleasing you.
"you are such an angel. can you do something for me? pretty girl" he said as he tenderly grabbed you by your hair so he could see how much of a struggle this was for you. he loved that. loved looking at your pretty face.
"hmm" you nod. "good girl" he responds.
"look at yourself in the mirror while i touch you and make you feel good. can you do that for me? i know you can. you are a good girl."
"hmm..." you nod once again.
but as you do so, you get cut off by a wave of heat that affected your whole system. he had found that special part of your cunt. that one button. "oh... eddie... feels so-so good, god"
"say that again" he demanded & you were confused.
"hm?" you asked, not knowing what he meant.
"call me a god again. do it." you didn't think that was right. your teachers taught you to worship god only and you would feel really bad and guilty thinking about how disappointed in you he would be if he saw you worshipping someone else.
"i- i can't, eds-" you get interrumpted by a harsh slap coming across your face by one of his big hands.
"you think i care? i'm making you feel good. worship me." you took the slap as a sign to obey and submit to him. he was intimidating. you were always so obedient with everyone and you were acting up right now. "i need to be a good girl" you reminded yourself.
"you are my god, eddie. my god" you said as tears formed up your eyes. not knowing why he would be so mean to you. tears escaped from your eyes and run through your face. you were starting to turn red.
"good girl. i think you deserve a reward. don't you?" he said. "mind if i take these off? hmm? princess." you nodded dramatically. your cunt felt really warm and it was almost throbbing so... maybe it just needed some air. your best friend was so caring.
"fuck." he muttered. "you have such a pretty cunt. im going to make you feel so good, angel." again, he was being so caring! you thought. you were confused with the contrasts of his actions. he slapped you moments ago and now he's calling you his angel, you feared him and he enjoyed it.
"thank you...god" you said as he inserted two digits inside you tight hole, you whimpered. you were in pain. you never had something inside of you. you didn't think that was supposed to happen.
his finger-pace was slow at first but really loud. you were so wet, making pretty noises you didn't expect to come out from your mouth an your cunt.
he then started to go rapid. between heavy breaths he muttered some "oh yeah?"s and "fuck"s as he felt you were getting closer and closer, clenching around his fingers. reaching your high.
he could get off just from this. from pleasing you.
you felt something warm form up in your tummy. it wasn't anything bad, in the contrary it felt really good. your muscles tensing up and not being able to keep your legs straight as they were when all of this started.
"eds, i f-feel really weird... b-but g-good. it feels w-warm in my tummy." you say. so fucked out that you can't even speak. so fucked out and only from two fingers.
"that's it. you're going to cum. that's what you're feeling, angel. let it go. come on, good girl."
and just like magic, after all his talking "he made you cum?" you've never heard of that expression but you thought that's another way of saying "taking care of your friends". because that's what he did!
ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊
hihi !!! this is my first work ever writing and it was so much fun doing it. keep in mind english is not my first language plz :,[ just did it for the fun ! maybe if this does well i will do a part 2!
if u liked it plz make sure 2 reblog it !! it would help a lot <3
inspired by catholic!reader by @prettyboyeddiemunson & perv!eddie by @princesssmimi <3
So I may or may not have become obsessed with a few older!eddie and older!steve x babysitter fics, and it inspired me to write this 🖤 didn’t intend for it to be quite so long but I couldn’t stop myself once I got going!
Warnings: age gap (reader is 20, Eddie & Steve are mid-late thirties), smut - oral m & f receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v, masturbation, mentions of smoking and mild alcohol use
A/N: This fic is my baby it’s honestly taken me forever so I hope u like it 🖤 this is a modern AU, lots of fluff, slow burn vibes, friends to lovers (more like employers to friends to lovers I guess?) feedback is very much appreciated! 16.5k
————————————————————————
The wrought iron gates tower above you, the metal twisted at the top in elegant spirals finished with sharp points. Behind them a long winding driveway leads to an impressive home, all ebony black wood and enormous shining windows.
Pressing the button on the intercom you wait anxiously until a voice cuts through the static.
“Hello?”
“Um hi. It’s Y/N.”
“Oh hi Y/N! Come on in.”
A loud buzz makes you jump, and slowly the gates begin to pull open. You climb back into your car, making your way up the drive. You park next to a very expensive looking BMW, cringing at the sight of your own vehicle besides it, marked with dents and scrapes, the bumper held on with duct tape.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you bend down to check your reflection in the wing mirror, smoothing your hair in place to make you look more presentable. You approach the front door, reaching for the bell but before you can ring it the door swings open, revealing your potential new employer.
You weren’t sure exactly who you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t someone like him. When your Mom had come home from grocery shopping the day before, she called you down to the kitchen to help unpack the bags.
“I met someone interesting at the store today.” she said as she loaded fresh vegetables into the fridge.
“Oh yeah?” You teased playfully, wiggling your brows at her.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes at you.
“Not like that. Someone interesting for you.”
You groaned then.
“Mom no offence but I really don’t need you trying to set me up with someone.”
“Not like that for you either!” she swats at you with a cucumber, and you laugh as you dodge the assault.
“He was stood behind me in the check out line. I could hear him on the phone, he was cancelling some plans, said he didn’t have a babysitter. So when he got off the call I started talking to him, telling him about you. Apparently his previous sitter just left for college, and he was struggling to find someone to replace them. I told him you’ve looked after loads of kids in our neighbourhood over the years, and he seemed pretty keen so I gave him your number.”
“So now you’re just giving my number out to random men at the grocery store huh?” She rolled her eyes at your teasing.
“Yeah well I thought it might be handy for you to make a little extra cash. He said they need someone fairly regular, so you might even be able to cut down your hours at Enzo’s, I know you don’t like it there much.”
She was right about that, you didn’t much care for waitressing. And you had to admit you’d always been a good babysitter, you’d spent so much time over the years looking after the kids on your street you were like the honorary big sister of the neighbourhood. So maybe this could work out.
Your phone rang later that afternoon. Steve Harrington had introduced himself, and asked if you’d be willing to come over the next day to meet him and his family properly.
“Don’t you want to ask me some more questions first? You don’t really know anything about me, I could be a crazy murderer for all you know.”
A deep throaty laugh played out through the speaker held to your ear.
“Your Mom told me plenty about you earlier, so I think I’ve got enough information to go off. Besides, what are the chances that we’d both be crazy murderers?”
You giggled then, agreeing to come by his home the next day.
And that’s how you found yourself here, standing on Steve Harrington’s doorstep with your jaw hanging open in surprise. He was tall and broad, subtly defined muscles showing under his tight white shirt. His frame could’ve easily made him intimidating, but the crooked grin spread across his face put your mind at easily immediately. Bright hazel eyes twinkled at you from behind thick lashes, creases at the corners of his eyes deepening when he smiled. A mop of thick chestnut hair flopped across his forehead, and he pushed it back with a large hand. It gave him a boyish charm, but if you had to guess you would have put him in his mid thirties. He was gorgeous.
He chuckles, and you realise with horror that he’s said something that you’ve been too dumbstruck to hear.
“Uh, sorry. W-what?” you stammer, cheeks warming with embarrassment.
“I said aren’t you going to come in honey?”
You nod, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at him calling you honey. Keep it together you think, getting a crush on your new employer isn't a good start.
You nudge off your sneakers by the door and follow him through the grand open hallway down to the kitchen. It’s huge, sleek marble countertops and a matching island in the centre, endless white cabinets, and a large stainless steel fridge. Steve motions for you to take a seat at the island, and as you hop up on the stool you watch as he grabs a couple of glasses, filling them with ice water from the dispenser on the fridge door. He slides one across to you and you squeak out a thank you, taking a small sip to try and calm your nerves. He takes a seat beside you, and you try to ignore the way your heart thumps as his knee knocks against your own.
“You have a beautiful home.” You say as you take in your surroundings. A large window above the sink shows an equally impressive garden, so big you can’t see the end from where you sit.
“Thank you. I promise it’s never usually this neat though, I had a quick tidy before you came this morning.”
“Well it’s hard to keep things perfect all the time when you’ve got kids.” You offer.
He smiles. “Yeah the little rascals make a mess wherever they go. They should be back in a few minutes, my partner took them for a walk to try and tire them out.”
He takes a sip of his water, and you notice a thick gold band shining around his ring finger.
“So how old are you Y/N?”
“20.”
“You always lived in Hawkins?”
“No. My Mom and I moved here from Indianapolis when I was 12.”
He grins. “So you went to Hawkins High?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. How come you’re not in college?” There’s no judgement in his tone, he just seems genuinely interested.
You shrug your shoulders. “It just never really appealed to me. All my friends went, but I wanted to stay here with my Mom. So I’ve just been working odd jobs for the last couple of years.”
“What do you do?” you ask, wondering what kind of jobs pays a salary large enough for a house like this.
“I have my own business. Well it’s more of an organisation really, we offer support and opportunities for less advantaged kids in the area.” He reaches for his glass again.
“And your wife?” you say, with a nod of your head to his ring. “What does she do?”
Steve’s eyes widen and he chokes on his water, face blushing a deep merlot as he splutters.
“My w-wife?! Um well-“
“Dada!”
You both turn in surprise at the high pitched voice ringing down the hallway. The patter of tiny bare feet slapping on the tiled floor follows as a small girl runs into the kitchen. She stops in her tracks when she sees you.
“Hey baby!” Steve coos, sliding off his stool. “Come say hi to Y/N.”
The girl doesn’t move, just stares at you. Her round doe eyes the deepest shade of burnt umber, it’s hard to see where her pupils begin and irises end. She blinks slowly, black lashes kissing her cheeks with every sweep. You give her a small wave and your most reassuring smile, and you’re relieved to see she relaxes, a shy smile forming on her pouty pink lips.
Louder footsteps echo from the hallway along with the soft clink of chains. A tall slender man, probably a similar age to Steve stands in the doorway. The chubby baby balanced on his hip grabs handfulls of the man’s long curly hair in his pudgy fists, pulling hard enough to elicit a wince.
‘Move out the way stinky butt.” he says to the girl, nudging her with his foot as he tries to gently untangle his hair from the babies grip.
She turns to him with a playful scowl.
“I’m not a stink butt! You a stink butt Daddy!” she shouts.
Daddy. Oh.
Steve clears his throat, getting the attention of the curly haired man who’s yet to notice the total stranger sitting in his kitchen.
He looks up at Steve, then across at you. The same dark eyes as his daughter, and the same thick black lashes. He smiles broadly at you, small crinkles by his eyes the only giveaway of his age, he could easily be mistaken for someone much younger.
“Ahh the new babysitter.”
“Yeah, Y/N.” Steve says.
The man takes a few steps towards you, the silver chains hanging from his jeans clinking again. You stand quickly, extending your hand to shake his own, but you’re surprised when he thrusts the baby boy into your arms instead.
“Hold this for me babe.” he says with a wink. You nod, incapable of speech. He’s devastatingly handsome, so much so it feels like your brain is short circuiting just from him standing so close. He makes his way across the kitchen, pouring out a cup of coffee and leaning back against the worktops, arms crossed as he looks over you from head to toe. You squirm under his gaze, and turn your attention to the child nestled in your arms.
Surprisingly, he seems fine with being shoved into the arms of a stranger. He blinks up at you from where his head rests back against the crook of your elbow, soft tufts of chestnut hair tickling your skin. You coo to him softly, stroking your finger across the perfect skin of his cheeks, smooth and unblemished. You rock your hips slowly from side to side, the gentle motion causing his lids to grow heavy. You smile to yourself before looking back up at the two men.
“So who’s this little cherub?” you ask quietly.
“I’m Eddie.”
You giggle, and Steve scoffs.
“Don’t laugh, you’ll only encourage him Y/N.” He comes to stand in front of you, gently stroking the hair of the now sleeping baby.
“This is Ben.”
“Aaaaand this-“ Eddie says, picking up the little girl and swinging her upside down as she squeals, “is Isla.”
“Daddy! Down!”
Eddie relents, placing Isla back on her feet. You lower yourself down to a crouch in front of her.
“It’s nice to meet you Isla. I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N” she repeats back softly.
“Y/N is going to help look after you and Ben.” Steve says as you stand back up.
“If - if you want to, I mean.” He looks at you nervously, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth. For a second you’re confused by his anxiousness but then the penny drops. He’s unsure if you’re comfortable with their family dynamic. With him and Eddie.
“Of course I want to.”
————————————————————————
The Munson-Harrington residence quickly begins to feel like a second home. They offer you enough hours for you to give up waitressing at Enzo’s completely (you got a great satisfaction from handing in your notice to your dickhead manager). They also pay you far better than any job you’ve ever had, and you try to protest that it’s too much, which they both dismiss quickly.
It’s not like they can’t afford it. Despite Steve’s work being non-profit you learn over coffee in the kitchen one morning in early fall that his parents had a lot of money, and he’d invested what they’d given him wisely, allowing him to focus on his charity work. Eddie was hugely successful too, a hot shot music producer. He’d proudly showed you around his home studio, laughing as you gawped at the gold records hanging from the walls, and the photos of him alongside some of the huge bands he’d worked with. The nature of their jobs meant they both spent a lot of time working from home, but they needed you to keep an eye on the kids so they could both have some peace and quiet while they worked.
You quickly fell into a routine, spending most of your days there. You loved every minute of it, you adored both of the children instantly. Ben was an exceptionally happy baby, he rarely cried, just content to bounce around on your hip while you fussed over Isla. She was a sweetheart, but she had a lot of energy, clearly inheriting Eddie’s inability to sit still. In the first few weeks you’d play with her for hours out in the garden, trying to tire her out enough to go down for a nap in the afternoon. As the children snoozed in their bedrooms you’d find odd jobs to do around the house, tidying up toys or wiping down the kitchen worktops.
“You don’t need to do that you know honey.” Steve said, leaning in the doorway to the utility room.
Eddie had just got back from a few days in New York, and you’d unpacked his suitcase, loading his worn clothes into the washing machine.
“I don’t mind.” you replied as you fiddled with the settings on the machine. “I just like to make your lives easier in any way I can.”
“You definitely do. I don’t know what we’d do without you around here.”
You smiled up at him, his praise making your heart flutter. It was almost embarrassing how desperate you were to please them both, bursting with pride at every compliment they’d give you.
“Come on, I just made coffee. I’m taking a break and Ed’s is going to catch us up on his trip.”
You take Steve’s outstretched hand, walking with him back to the living room as your skin tingled at the contact. The two men were surprisingly affectionate with you, not that you were complaining. Whenever Steve would put his hands on your waist to manoeuvre past you in the kitchen, or Eddie would pull you in for a hug when you arrived in the morning your heart pounded in your chest. It was stupid, you knew that. You’d never seen two people more in love than Eddie and Steve, their adoration for one another obvious in their every interaction. But there was a lot of love in this happy home, and you were more than willing to take whatever was left for you.
Eddie sat sprawled at one end of the sofa, his feet propped up on the mahogany coffee table. He grinned when he saw you enter the room, hand in hand with his husband, and he patted the empty cushion beside him. You sank down onto the soft leather, wedged between the two men. You sipped your coffee while Eddie gave you and Steve all the gossip from his trip, the frontman of the band he was working with having some big diva tantrums. You were doing your best to concentrate, but you were accurately aware of Steve’s arm draped across the back of the couch behind you, his finger tips delicately brushing your sweater clad shoulder. You were just relaxing back into his touch when the baby monitor crackled with static, and a soft cry played out, Ben letting you know he was awake. You jumped up, smoothing down your skirt.
“Duty calls.” You smiled. Steve’s arm hovered awkwardly in the space you’d just left, and he quickly pulled it back to his side, forcing a smile and nodding at you. You suddenly felt like you’d done something wrong, he looked tense. Ben’s wails increased in desperation, so you left the two men sitting alone, heading up the large spiral staircase to soothe the baby.
————————————————————————
A few days later you sat in the kitchen, Isla happily munching on a PB&J while you spooned a jar of what could only be described as green mush into Ben’s gummy mouth. Steve was out at work, and Eddie had been in his studio all day, clearly absorbed in whatever he was working on, you’d noticed the coffee pot hadn’t been touched since breakfast and he’d usually be on his fifth cup by now. You glanced up at the clock, realising he wouldn’t have eaten since this morning either. You wiped Ben’s face with a wet wipe, before grabbing a couple of slices of bread and slapping on a generous dollop of peanut butter.
“I don’t want more.” Isla mumbled through a half chewed mouthful, crumbs spraying across the island in front of her.
“I know baby,” you said, ruffling her silky dark curls, “I’m going to take this to Daddy.”
With Isla cuddled up on the sofa watching Alice In Wonderland (for the third time this week) and Ben snoring softly in his Moses basket, you picked up the sandwich and steaming mug of coffee, making your way to the studio. After a few soft knocks with no answer you gingerly opened the door, peeking round to see Eddie at his desk. His hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of his neck, music bleeding through his headphones as he clicked on his laptop. Seeing you step into the room he slipped off his headphones, spinning in his chair grinning.
“Sorry to interrupt.”
“No no sweetheart, you’re fine. What ya got there?”
“Thought you might want some lunch” you said, placing the sandwich down on the desk.
“You always look after me so well princess.” You blush, and he grins wider at your face turning beetroot. His eyes turn to the sandwich, and he raises his brows.
“You cut the crusts off.”
“Y-yeah. Well I didn’t think you liked them.” You reply, remembering how he always leaves the crusts from his toast in the mornings, a habit that Isla had picked up.
He smiles at you softly, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering madly at the way his doe eyes gaze into your own.
“What are you working on?” you ask.
“Come here, have a listen.” You take a step towards him, and he winds his arm around your waist, pulling you down firmly until you’re perched on his lap. He feels your body stiffen.
“You okay?” he murmurs, his eyes full of concern that maybe he’s crossed a line.
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You squeak.
“Good. Get comfy sweetheart.” You do as your told, leaning back against his chest, trying to relax.
He lifts the headphones from around his neck, placing them over your head and clicking on his laptop, thrash metal filling your ears. You listen for a minute, tapping your fingers on the desk in time with the drums.
“What did you think?”
“It’s good. Really good!”
He nods in agreement, “Yeah it’s getting there.”
You don’t know if you should get up, but with his hand resting on your hip a part of you wonders if he wants you to stay. You look around, taking in all the tech laid out in front of you, so many buttons and dials you wonder how on Earth he knows what to do with them all. Your eyes land on a small framed photograph, next to a picture of him, Steve and the kids. You pick it up to get a better look.
A younger Eddie and Steve are smiling at the camera, surrounded by a large group. There’s two pretty girls, a similar age to the boys, and a bunch of younger kids.
“Ah, our high school days.” Eddie murmurs, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“You had a lot of friends.”
“Hmmm. I did in my senior year, but it wasn’t always like that. I was a bit of an outcast at school. I used to get a hard time from a lot of people.”
“Because you’re gay?”
You feel Eddie’s chest vibrate against your back as he lets out a booming laugh.
“No, no. Just because I was a freak, dressed weird, had weird interests. Also, I’m not gay. Neither’s Stevie.”
You shift on his lap so you can see his face, and he laughs again at your confused expression.
“Back in the day, before I met him properly, Steve was King Steve. He probably banged more than fifty percent of Hawkins High’s female population.” You couldn’t be too surprised at young Steve having a successful love life. He looked every inch the high school heartthrob.
“Were you together when this was taken?”
“No, we were friends for a little while first. Just figuring things out I guess.”
You nod, looking at the younger Eddie in the photo. He’s as stunning as he is now, just a little skinnier, no stubble along his angular jawline.
“What about you? Get much action before Steve?”
“Not much. A few hook ups here and there, but never anything serious.” He hooks his knuckle under your chin, turning your face back to him. “Wouldn’t have had a chance with a pretty girl like you when I was your age.”
You feel your cheeks warm again, cursing yourself for how easily you get flustered around Eddie and Steve. You can’t formulate a response, your mouth agape at his words and your brain short circuiting from trying to tell if he’s actually flirting with you or poking fun. As you shift on his lap again you think you might have got your answer, something hard pressing against the back of your thigh.
“Anyway,” he smiles, patting your leg with his large hand, “I should probably get back to work. Thanks for my lunch.”
You nod dumbly, slipping off his lap.
“Good girl.”
How your head doesn’t explode you don’t know. Eddie gives you a knowing smirk before turning back to his desk, headphones blaring again. You make your way back down the hall, trying to ignore the fact that your legs feel like jelly and there’s a growing damp spot between your thighs.
————————————————————————
You know there’s something odd about the dynamic, about the way the two older men treat you. At first you’d just assumed it was all in your head. You could admit to yourself that you had a crush on the pair of them, and initially you figured that maybe you were just reading too much into things. They were friendly, that’s all. Tactile, warm, not afraid to show affection. And you didn’t just work for them, you’d grown to be friends. You easily forgot about the age gap when you were lazing around on the couch watching a horror movie after putting the children down to sleep. Eddie talking the whole way through the film, while Steve hisses at him to be quiet, and Eddie retaliating by throwing popcorn over your head into Steve’s face. You’d spent hours talking with them, eager to know all about their lives before you met them, and they were just as interested to hear about yours. On days off your phone would buzz periodically, Eddie sending you some stupid meme to make you laugh, or Steve replying to an idea you’d sent him for an activity to do with the kids at his organisation. You whole life was beginning to revolve around them. At night laying alone in your bed your mind wandered, recalling their touches, the way they seemed to share a knowing look when you’d blush and stammer in reaction. You tried to fight it at first, feeling embarrassed and ashamed when you’d wake in the middle of the night, skin damp with sweat and the bed sheets tangled between your legs. Your heart still pounding from your dreams, your unconscious mind letting you imagine what it might feel like for their touches to go a little further. Innocent hands on your waist quickly turning to harsh grabs, fingertips pressing enough to leave bruises. Lips brushing your ear when they whispered to you during a movie dipping down to suck the sensitive skin of your neck. A gentle pat on the thigh becoming more, hands sliding up under your skirt, reaching to where you wanted them most. The first night you came with your fingers buried deep in your cunt and their names on your lips you’d been so wracked with guilt the next day you could barely look either of them in the eye.
————————————————————————
On a cold evening in early December Steve and Eddie were getting ready for date night. They’d be out late, so you were staying the night, neither of them happy with the idea of your driving home so late in the snow.
“Eddie! Have you seen my glasses?” Steve calls from the top of the stairs.
“No! Are they on your head?” Eddie shouts back, laughing when he hears a huff in response.
“They’re on the counter in the downstairs bathroom!” you yell, bouncing Ben up and down on your knee. Isla sits by your feet, felt tips scattered across the carpet next to her colouring book. Her pink tongue pokes out of the corner of her mouth and she furrows her brows in concentration.
Eddie leans forward from the couch, flicking her tongue with his finger tips.
“Daddy! Stop it!” Isla shrieks.
“You shouldn’t stick your tongue out of you don’t want me to poke it silly.”
“Maybe we should start doing that to Daddy when he makes that face.” you say, earning a giggle and a nod from Isla.
“I don’t do that!”
“You absolutely do Eddie! Who do you think she gets it from?”
Steve walks into the living room, glasses now perched on his aquiline nose.
“Got em, thank you honey.” he says, tapping the side of the frames.
“No problem. Looking good Steve.” And he really does. His light wash jeans fit snug against his thick thighs, and the crisp white shirt you’d carefully ironed for him looks perfect against his permanently sun kissed skin, the top buttons undone to reveal a hint of his dark chest hair. Steve blows you a kiss in response as he slips his gold Rolex onto his wrist.
“Hey! What about me?” Eddie whines. You roll your eyes at him.
“Handsome as ever.”
“Still got it.” he says with a wink, standing up and heading to grab his coat from the closet in the hall.
“So once we’ve had dinner we’ll be going for a few drinks, so I’m not too sure what time we’ll be back.” Steve says.
“It’s fine. Once the kids are asleep I’ll just watch a movie or something. If I go to bed before you get back should I leave the front door unlocked?”
“Nah, I’ll take my keys, so you can lock up.”
“Uber‘s here babe.” Eddie says, handing Steve his coat and scarf.
“Okay my loves! Time for goodnight kisses!”
You hold Ben up to Eddie, who places a kiss on each of his cheeks, one on his forehead, and a final peck to the tip of his nose. It’s a routine that they go through every night, one of the first things that they’d told you when you started working for them. Isla refused to go to sleep until you’d given her her kisses. Steve lifts their daughter to her feet, giving her the necessary smooches before they swap children.
“Be good for Y/N Isla. Remember she’ll tell Santa if you’re naughty!” Eddie teases. As him and Steve turn to leave Isla calls out.
“Wait!”
“What is it baby?” Steve asks.
“What about Y/N?”
“What do you mean honey?”
“You got to give Y/N goodnight kisses.”
The tips of Steve’s ears turn red.
“I- I uhh, don’t think that. Well Y/N probably doesn’t want-“
“No you’re right Isla,” Eddie interrupts. “Y/N does need goodnight kisses!”
He leans over the arm of the couch, cupping your face in a large hand. His chapped lips press four chaste kisses onto your skin, his warm breath fanning across your face, you can smell his last cigarette. He pulls away with a smile that you can’t help but return.
“Now Dada.” Isla prompts.
Steve seems frozen in place until a firm pat on the back from his husband shakes him out of his daze. He steps in front of you, bending at the waist to quickly kiss you. His lips are soft and smooth, and he smells like spearmint. When he stands up he doesn’t meet your eye.
The car waiting outside honks impatiently.
“We better go. See you later!” Eddie says, taking Steve’s hand and leading him down the hall.
————————————————————————
You tiptoe out of Isla’s bedroom, closing the door slowly, afraid to make too much noise and wake her. You creep down the hall to the spare room that you’d put your stuff in, quickly changing out of your clothes into a small pair of cotton shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Back downstairs you scroll through Netflix, trying to find something decent to watch. It’s not so fun to watch movies alone, you’re missing having Eddie and Steve either side of you. Halfway through you give up, shutting off the TV and climbing the stairs up to your bed. As you pass Ben’s room you take a quick glance inside. He’s flat on his back in the middle of his cot, his stomach rising and falling with each deep breath. You reach in, gently stroking his palm, smiling when he curls his fingers around yours even in his sleep.
When you get to Isla’s door you pause, hearing soft whimpers from inside.
“Isla, baby?” you whisper as you push the door open. The warm glow of her nightlight illuminates her enough to see she’s sitting up in her bed, teddy bear clutched to her chest. Fat tears pool in her wet doe eyes, spilling down her cheeks and soaking the neck of her nightdress.
“Oh no honey! What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting on the edge of her bed. She takes in a shaky breath, choking as a sob rattles her tiny body.
“M-monsters.”
You pull her onto your lap and hold her tight to your chest as you rock slowly from side to side.
“Did you have a bad dream?” She nods, burying her face into your neck.
You hold her for a few moments, stroking her curls and pressing kisses to the top of her head as she calms down. When her crying stops you make a big show of checking her bedroom for monsters, looking in the closet, her toy chest, under her bed. Satisfied with your search, she lets you pull her damp nightdress up over her head, dressing her in dry pyjamas.
“You ready to get back into bed?”
“Not yet.” she says in a small voice.
“Okay. Well why don’t we just sit together for a bit?”
You scoop her up, taking a seat in the rocking chair and holding her close. You softly hum a lullaby you’ve heard her Dads singing to her, and soon the motion of the chair and the sound of your voice has lulled her back to sleep. She looks so peaceful, her petal pink lips pouting slightly, stray curls falling across her forehead. You should put her back in her bed, but you love holding her, knowing that she feels safe with you. So you indulge for just a little longer, closing your eyes as you snuggle into her.
————————————————————————
The warm weight pressed against your chest shifts, slipping from your grip.
Isla. Someone’s taking her out of your arms. Your eyes snap open as you instinctively pull her back to you.
“No!” You protest.
“Shhh, shhh. It’s just me honey, it’s okay.” Steve coos, his voice soft like silk. You relax, blinking rapidly in the dim light of the bedroom as your eyes adjust. Looking around in confusion, your neck clicks as you turn your head and you wince.
“That can’t have been very comfortable to sleep on Y/N.” Steve says, gently laying the little girl down on her bed, tucking her in.
“She had a nightmare. I must’ve fallen asleep with her, sorry.” You mumble.
“Don’t be sorry. I almost felt bad for waking you, you both looked so cute curled up together.”
Steve takes hold of your hands, pulling you up slowly and holding you as your body sways, still half asleep and unsteady on your feet.
“Let’s get you tucked in now honey.” he whispers, giving you that smile that makes your tummy flip over. He leads you down the hallway to your room, fingers interlaced.
“Where’s Eddie?”
“Probably passed out on our bed. He’s had a few.” Steve chuckles.
He pushes open the door to your room, letting you go in first. He hovers in the door way until you trip over your discarded jeans from earlier, then decides to help you get into bed. You clamber in, body feeling heavy with exhaustion. Your head flops back against the fluffy pillows and he pulls the comforter up under your chin as your eyelids droop.
“Night Stevie.”
“Goodnight honey.” Soft lips brush against your cheeks, your forehead, and the tip of your nose before you fall asleep again.
————————————————————————
Every Christmas Eve the boys throw a party. It’s not a huge event, just friends and family, not that you’d be able to tell from the amount of effort Steve puts in. He takes a lot of pride in hosting, he’s been stressing for weeks to make sure every detail is perfect. When you step in the front door the towering tree is dressed to perfection, gold and crimson baubles glittering in the light cast by the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The scent of pine fills your nostrils as you add your presents to the large pile of gifts beneath the tree. Most are wrapped in smooth emerald paper, gold ribbon centred just so, the bows neatly knotted. The pile labelled “Steve” are less expertly wrapped, too much sellotape and wonky bows, clearly Eddie’s handiwork.
“What are you doing?”
You look up at Eddie, making his way down the stairs, Ben held to his chest.
“Just putting the kids gifts under the tree. I didn’t want Isla to see me with them, I won’t be able to resist letting her open them now if she bats those pretty lashes at me.”
“I’ve taught her well, puppy dog eyes are a Munson speciality.”
You reach out with grabby hands for the baby, and Eddie hands him to you with a grin. You kiss the top of his fluffy head, breathing in the clean scent of baby powder.
“I hope you didn’t go overboard, the kids have got plenty of presents, you don’t need to waste your money on them.” Eddie says, peering down at the pile you’ve put under the tree. You nudge them further under with your foot.
“Don’t be stupid, it’s not wasting money. I love them, I want to spoil them.”
“Ed! I need your help in here!” Steve calls from the other side of the house.
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“Speaking of going overboard. He’s in full party-zilla mode. Driving me crazy.”
“Don’t be such a grinch. Go give him a hand.” Eddie gives you a playful salute, marching down the hall dramatically. You’re relieved that Steve had called him before he’d looked too closely at your presents, knowing he’d complain if he saw the ones labelled for him and Steve. They definitely wouldn’t want you spending your money on them, but they’d been so good to you over the last few months you wanted to do something nice for them.
You’d spent hours in the mall trying to find the perfect gifts. You’d finally settled on a sweater for Steve, a cashmere blend in mustard that you just knew he’d look great in. It wasn’t as expensive as the designer brands he usually wore, but you hoped he’d like it all the same. Eddie had been a little trickier, but just as you were about to give up you past a jewellery store, with a selection of men’s bracelets in the window. Three thin strips of woven leather, held together with a heavy silver clasp. It was perfect.
You wander into the dining room, following the sound of Eddie and Steve bickering.
“Higher Eddie, for gods sake!”
“I can’t reach any higher Steve!”
“But it’s lopsided!”
“Soooo… how’s this going?” You grinned. Eddie was balanced on top of a step ladder, attempting to hang tinsel while Steve admonished from below. Isla was busy trying to unwind the extra tinsel, making more tangles in the process.
“It would be fine if Ed could follow basic instructions.”
“You know Harrington, I’m about to tell you exactly where you can stick this tinsel!”
“Anything I can help with?” you ask.
“Isla’s been asking for a snack, but the caterers are busy setting up in the kitchen right now.”
“Caterers? Seriously Steve?”
He turns to you with his hands on his hips, his go to pose when Isla (or Eddie more often that not) are getting on his nerves. It’s the first time you’re on the receiving end and you can barely stifle your giggles, he doesn’t exactly look intimidating, more like an angry mother hen.
Exasperated, he throws his hands up in defeat.
“You know what? I’ve had enough. Go, go on!” he makes a shooing motion at you as Eddie scrambles down the ladder. “I’ll do this myself, it’ll be easier without you all getting under my feet!” Eddie presses a quick peck to Steve’s cheek who does his best to maintain his serious face, then grabs your hand and Isla’s to give Steve the space he needs.
————————————————————————
You manage to bribe Isla with a chocolate Santa Clause into taking a bath before the party. She still whines throughout, particularly when you wash her hair, but she does let you get on with it, and as a reward you let her play mermaids, which just involves her thrashing around in the tub until most of the water has sloshed out onto the tiled floor.
While you wrap her in a fluffy pink towel, Eddie walks into the bathroom, tutting at the soaked floor. He leans over the tub, turning the taps back on to run enough water to bathe Ben next.
“Isla, do you want me to do your hair and Y/N to bath Ben? Or the other way around?”
“Want Y/N to do my hair.” She winds her arms around you neck. You hold her tight for a hug, she smells like her strawberry toothpaste and apple shampoo.
You leave Eddie with Ben, carrying Isla into her room. She sits as still as she can on the edge of her bed while you comb your fingers through her curls, gently separating the tangles and spritzing them with leave in conditioner.
“Up or down?”
“Both.”
You chuckle to yourself, pulling back the top layers and securing them with a red silk ribbon, leaving the rest of the curls to hang down her back. When her hair is to her liking you help her get dressed in the outfit you’d helped her and Steve choose at the mall last week. Thick white tights under a red tartan dress, with a tiny white bow at the neck. You slip on her black patent shoes, securing the gold buckle for her, then get her to give you her best twirl.
“Beautiful!” you cheer, clapping your hands. “The most beautiful girl in the world!” She smiles at you, holding your hand as you head out to show Daddy.
“Wow Isla, look at you!” He coos while he wrestles Bens kicking chubby legs into his little trousers.
“Y/N said I’m most beautiful in the world!” she exclaims proudly.
“She’s right Isla. I think I’m looking at the two most beautiful girls in the world.” You blush, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder while he grins broadly. He scoops Ben up, extending his free hand to his daughter.
“Come on honey, why don’t we go downstairs and get some more chocolate. We can let Y/N get ready for the party.”
You let them go before heading back into the spare room that had basically become your own. You’d started to leave some essentials in the en suite bathroom and some clothes in the wardrobe, you stayed so often it seemed pointless taking everything home each time. You get out of your clothes, pulling your new dress from its hanger. You step into the black velvet, pulling it up over your body and smoothing it down over your curves that it clings to just right. The neckline was low enough to just show a little cleavage, but still being appropriate enough that you could bend down to pick up the kids without spilling out. You look in the mirror as you adjust the off the shoulder straps, then twist your hair up into a loose bun, pulling a few tendrils free to frame your face. You didn’t bother with much make up, just a few coats of mascara and a swipe of cherry gloss across your lips, then slip your feet into your heels. Satisfied that you look good enough to not show the boys up in front of their guests you head out of your room, slowly descending the staircase, gripping the banister tight incase you wobbled in your new shoes.
A low whistle came from the bottom of the stairs where Eddie stood, now dressed in smart black pants and a white shirt.
When you step off the last stair he took your hand, holding it above your head so you could spin slowly for him.
“Will I do?” you ask sweetly, already knowing his answer.
“You’ll more than do. You look fine as fuck.”
“Eloquent as ever, thank you.” You laugh. “Need some help with your tie?”
He nods, watching your face intently as you took hold of the tie hanging loose around his neck. You knot it quickly, smoothing it down his chest when you’re done.
“Eddie did you give Isla another chocolate Santa? She’s gonna have no teeth left soon!” Steve whines as he steps into the room. He stops when he sees you, his eyes widening.
“Wow. Y/N you look… wow.”
“Put your tongue back in your head Harrington.” Eddie quips.
Steve shakes his head quickly, like he was trying to shake whatever thoughts he was having out of his brain. He rakes his hand through his chestnut locks, smoothing them back into place as he steps towards you. Your heart thumps in your chest when you’re sandwiched between the two men, Steve pulling you by the waist so you are flush against him, with Eddie pressed to your back.
You can hear your heart beat in your ears, skin tingling with anticipation at the way they held you so close. With Eddie’s warm breath on your bare shoulder and Steve’s face just inches from yours it felt like you were all stood at the edge of some invisible line of resistance. You wonder if they are as desperate to cross it as you.
“I think we should give Y/N her gift now Ed.” Steve whispers. Behind you Eddie nods, and Steve turns to squat down besides the tree. He moves a few presents aside, pulling forwards a large gift bag from the back, full to burst with parcels.
“Jesus guys. Please tell me they’re not all for me.”
“What?” Steve grins. “They’re from the kids!” He plucks a small box from the top of the bag, pressing it into your hands.
“Except for this. This ones from the two of us.”
“You didn’t need to get me anything.”
“Yes we did. And don’t think I didn’t notice the presents you slipped under the tree for us naughty girl.” Eddie teases. Your face grows warm at his words.
“Open it honey.” Steve encourages.
With a slight tremble in your hands you carefully untie the ribbon, pulling away the green paper to reveal a ruby velvet box. You gingerly lift the lid, gasping when you see what’s inside.
A thin delicate silver chain rests on the cream satin cushion within the box. From it hangs a teardrop shaped milky white stone, flecks of pink and turquoise glinting in the lights from the tree. It’s beautiful.
“It’s an opal. They’re your favourite, right?” You nod, too stunned for words, your mind racing back trying to recall when you’d mentioned that, giddy at the thought that they’d remembered such a small detail.
“Do you like it baby?” Your eyes flick up to the two men before you, both looking hesitant.
“I- I love it. Thank you. Thank you both so much. It’s too much, really. But it’s perfect.”
Eddie grins while Steve exhales a sigh of relief. Eddie takes the box from you, slipping a finger under the chain and lifting it out.
“Turn around.” You do as he asks, holding your breath as he loops the necklace around your neck, his warm fingers brushing the skin at the nape of your neck while he fiddles with the clasp. The cool metal erupts your skin into goosebumps, and you trace a finger across the smooth stone where it rests on your sternum. You face them again, their eyes taking in the jewellery hanging across your collarbones.
“Beautiful.” Steve breathes.
The sharp sound of the doorbell echoing through the room snaps the three of you out of the tenderness of the moment.
“Guess it’s time to get the party started.” Eddie says, heading to the front door. The soft clack of Isla’s shoes on the tiles floor approaches, and as the door swings open she let out an excited squeal.
“Unckie Wayne!” She flies passed you and Steve, jumping up into the open arms of the older man bopping down in the doorway. He holds her in a tight hug, burying his face in her curls.
“There’s my best girl!” he coos as he lifts her up, stepping in from the cold.
Eddie pulls Wayne in for a hug, Isla squished between the two of them. Steve approaches, clapping his hand down on Wayne’s shoulder.
“Good to see you man.”
“You too son.”
Wayne’s eyes drift over Steve’s shoulder and land on you where you’re stood awkwardly by the tree.
“I see I’m not the first one here.”
“Wayne, this is Y/N.” Eddie smiles.
Wayne puts Isla down, stepping towards you with a kind smile on his lined face.
“Nice to finally meet you Y/N. I’ve heard lots about you.”
You extend your hand to shake his, “all good I hope.”
He laughs, moving your hand away and pulling you in for a hug.
“All very good. I don’t know who’s more fond of you, Isla or the boys.” You grin at Eddie who rolls his eyes.
“Okay okay. Let’s not stand around in the hallway all day, we’ve got drinks in the kitchen.”
————————————————————————
Over the next half hour the rest of the guests begin to arrive. You smile as you make your way through the group of people, allowing Eddie and Steve to introduce you to all their friends as Ben babbles away happily on your hip, chewing on his chubby hands and drooling everywhere.
“Rob, Nance, this is our friend Y/N.” Steve beams to the two women, who you recognise from various photos around the house.
“Nice to meet you Y/N.” Nancy smiles.
“You too! And who’s this little cutie?” You ask, waving at the dark haired boy hiding behind Robins legs.
“This is Charlie. Come on kiddo, don’t be shy.” Robin says. Charlie looks down at the floor, a small smile on his face as he rocks back on his heels.
“Hi Charlie. I think Isla is in the living room, do you want to go play with her?”
He nods, and you hold out your free hand to him which he tentatively takes. He glances back at his Mom’s who give him a reassuring nod, and he lets you lead him to where Isla is twirling around in the living room to Mariah Carey.
“Y/N! Dance!” Isla shouts, her arms raised up. You put Ben down in his bouncer seat before picking her up, spinning her around and bopping her from side to side.
“Those are some killer moves you’ve got there Y/N.”
“Shut up Munson.”
Eddie steps into the room, sipping a glass of champagne and holding out another to you. You put Isla down despite her protests, leaving her to dance with Charlie as you sip your drink.
“Having fun?”
“Yeah! All your friends are so nice!”
Eddie chuckles. “Yeah they’re pretty great.”
He’s a little tipsy already, his shirt rumpled and untucked, and the tie you’d so carefully knotted now loose and lopsided. You tut, adjusting the tie and smoothing his collar.
The doorbell rings again, distracting you from your fussing.
“Oh, that might be my Mom!” You say, heading out to the hall. Eddie and Steve had been quite insistent that your Mom be invited along, and she’d been so pleased when you told her they wanted her there.
You open the door as though it was your own home, pulling your Mom in for a hug.
“Honey, you look amazing!” She smiles, stepping back to admire your outfit.
“So do you! Eddie this is my Mom!”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Eddie says. He takes her coat, eyeing up the figure hugging red dress she wears beneath it.
“Wow, Y/N. You never told me your Mom was such a fox.” Your Mom giggles like a school girl at his charm while you roll your eyes and groan.
“Ed, stop it.”
“Absolutely not. Are you single?”
“I am actually.” Your Mom laughs. Eddie grabs her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen.
“Good. Then I want to introduce you to my Uncle Wayne.”
————————————————————————
The party was great, everyone laughing and joking together, drinking a lot of champagne and nibbling on the canapés the caterers had prepared. You’re dancing with your Mom when you see Isla yawning widely from her spot on the couch.
“You tired honey?” You say, scooping her up into your arms.
“No.” She mumbles, although her drooping eyelids give her away.
“I think it’s time for bed sweetpea. You need to go to sleep so Santa can come and bring your presents!” You’re surprised that she doesn’t offer more protest, her body heavy with exhaustion as she buries her face in your neck.
“Let’s find Daddy and Dada so you can say goodnight.”
“Mom I’m just going to put little one to bed. You okay here for a few minutes?”
“Of course honey, maybe I’ll go talk to Wayne again.” she says with a wiggle of her eyebrows. She gently sweeps a curl out of Isla’s face.
“Goodnight Isla. It was nice to meet you.”
The little girl gives a small wave of her fingers in return before you carry her out in search of her Dads.
You find them on the back patio, shivering in the cold as they talk to Will and Mike. A cigarette hangs between Eddie’s teeth, and you can’t help but admire his neck as he tilts his head back, blowing a large cloud of smoke up into the freezing air.
Steve spots you in the doorway, holding Isla closer to protect her from the chill breeze blowing in.
“Hey, is she ready for her bed?” he asks. You nod.
“I was going to take her up now, she just wants her kisses.” The boys all smile as they step inside, shutting the sliding doors behind them. Will places a peck on Isla’s cheek as him and Mike head back to the others in the living room.
“Do you want me and Daddy to put you to bed baby?” Steve whispers, stroking his large hand across his daughters back.
“No. Y/N do it.” He chuckles, tilting her head back to kiss her cheeks. Eddie does the same, ruffling her curls after.
“Night kiddo. See you in the morning. I love you.”
She just about mumbles a love you back, before her head lolls against your shoulder.
When you get her upstairs you lay her down on her bed, manoeuvring her limbs so you can get her out of her party dress and into her Christmas PJs. You really should brush her teeth given the amount of chocolate she’s eaten, but she’s almost passed out, so you tuck her in tightly, giving her your own goodnight kisses.
“See you in the morning.” She mumbles.
“No baby, I won’t be here in the morning.” She whines in protest and you shush her softly.
“It’s okay, you’ll have Christmas with Dada and Daddy, Ben and Uncle Wayne. And I’ll come see you in a few days, you can show me all your presents.” She nods, her head flopping back on the pillow. She’s sound asleep before you’ve even closed her bedroom door.
The party starts to wind down, Robin and Nancy carrying a passed out Charlie back to their car. The others filter out gradually, all hugging each other tight and calling Merry Christmas as they head out the door. Eventually it’s just you and your Mom left. Wayne says goodnight, making his way up to one of the spare rooms (not before you spy him and your Mom exchanging numbers, much to Eddie’s amusement). Eddie and Steve both hug your Mom goodbye, helping to carry your gifts and clothes from earlier out to the car.
“I’ll get the car warmed up while you say goodbye.” your Mom whispers to you with one last wave to the boys before she closes the front door behind her.
You’re alone with the two men. You suddenly feel an anxiousness you can’t explain, like you don’t know what to say.
“W-well thanks for a lovely evening. Have a nice Christmas both of you.”
“You too honey. And get home safe.” Steve smiles. There’s a pause. You eyeball Eddie who shifts uncomfortably, wringing his hands in front of him, chunky silver rings shining in the light.
“You could stay you know. Both of you, it’s pretty late, and it’s icy out.” he murmurs.
“It’s okay Ed. We should get home, and let you guys enjoy your Christmas with your family.” He frowns slightly then.
“You’re part of our family y’know. I-I mean. We think if you like that.”
Like what, you wonder. How exactly do they think of you?
You step towards him, looping your arms around his neck as you hug him tight. His arms snake around your waist, holding you so firm like he could keep you here if he just held on enough. You breathe in deeply, losing yourself in his scent. The same apple shampoo you used on Isla, lingering cigarette smoke, his cologne a heady mix of bourbon and cedar. It makes you feel safe.
“I’ll see you in a few days.” You say with a smile as you pull back from him. He maintains his hold on your waist.
You hear a soft chuckle, and you look across at Steve. His face is turned up, grinning with amusement at the decoration hanging above your heads. You follow his eyes to see it for yourself. A few sprigs of soft leaves, with shining white berries, hanging from a golden ribbon. Mistletoe.
It was a moment that passed in mere seconds, but the time felt sluggish, each movement deliberate and slow like moving through thick treacle. Your eyes lowered from the mistletoe, meeting Eddie’s obsidian orbs. His hands on your waist trembled slightly. You could see the exact moment that he lost the last of his resolve. He leant into you, tipping you both over that invisible line that had blurred with each longing look and touch over the last few months.
His lips pressed against yours, and your eyelids fluttered closed as your forgot yourself for a moment. You weren’t thinking about where you were, who else was present, the million and one reasons why you shouldn’t be doing this. All you could focus on was the feeling of Eddie’s warm chapped lips brushing against your own. It was heart achingly sweet, months of feelings poured into the most chaste meeting of mouths.
Then reality hit.
You pull back with a gasp, pushing firmly against Eddie’s chest which sends him stumbling back a few steps. His eyes widen in panic, instantly wet with tears.
“I-I’m sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t done that. Y/N please I’m so sorry.” He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the knotted curls in frustration.
“No, n-no. It’s okay, I just-“ the words die on your tongue. You’re so confused, your body so tense you begin to shake. He was sorry, he shouldn’t have done it. He regretted it. He kissed you and instantly regretted it. You feel your heart shatter in your chest, the ache knocking the breathe out of you. Of course he regrets it, he’s married, he- fuck. Steve.
You dare a glance across at him, terrified of his reaction. You just kissed his husband, right in front of his face, in his own home. Your friendship was done for, that much was a given. You blink rapidly, trying to shake the tears that blur his features.
“Steve?” Your voice comes out a broken whimper, the lump in your throat threatening to entirely close your airway.
Hazel eyes meet yours. There’s no hatred, no fury. Instead, there’s the same tenderness you always get from Steve, along with something else. Something you’ve caught glimpses of here and there, but now it had risen to the surface, the copper flecks in his eyes burning with an intense flame. Longing.
Warm hands cup your cheeks, calloused thumbs gently swiping away the tears that spill over your lash line. Steve’s eyes bore into you, searching, pleading.
You’re panicking, breathing too fast while your brain screams a thousand thoughts at once. You wrap your fingers around his wrists, not to pull his hands away, but to ground yourself. You feel his pulse fluttering under your finger tips, as quick as your own. You see his eyes, kind and warm as ever. You smell his aftershave, pine and vetiver, and the expensive champagne on his breath. And you hear your name, falling from his lips in the sweetest whisper.
Steve kisses you with a firmer pressure than Eddie. One hand moves to cup the back of your head, the other still cradling your cheek. You melt at his touch, shoulders relaxing as a quiet sigh parts your lips. It’s over all too quickly, his hands dropping to his sides. The three of you stand in a tension filled silence, the realisation of what’s just occurred weighing heavy. Maybe you should stay, talk about what’s happened, there’s clearly a lot that needs to be said. But fear seeps into your bones, and you step back on wobbling legs.
“I’m gonna go.” you whisper, not meeting either of their eyes. Neither man makes a move to stop you. You turn without another word, slipping out the front door and walking to your Mom’s car in a daze.
“You okay honey?” She says as you sink down into your seat.
“Fine.” You lie. “Just tired.”
————————————————————————
Christmas has always been your favourite holiday. The quiet home that just you and your Mom share suddenly a hive of activity, your Uncle cracking corny jokes, your Aunt bustling around in the kitchen with your Mom, Grandparents watching fondly as you play with your young cousins.
Today is different. You feel like you’re on the outside looking in, watching some movie of a happy family enjoying the holiday, while you sit alone on the couch, grey clouds swirling around your mind. You’d barely slept last night. Hot tears spilling from the corners of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and soaking the pillow beneath you. Your blood ran hot with shame, stomach twisting and churning as guilt wrecked you. You’d had some fuck ups in your life but none like this. The simple fact that both men had kissed you was lost on you, too embroiled in your own self loathing at potentially destroying their happy family with your selfish want.
The clattering of cutlery and tinkling of your mothers best glasses echos around you as you aimlessly push food around your plate. You’re zoning out, watching with listless eyes as your Aunt desperately tries to convince her youngest to eat their carrots when your phone vibrates in your pocket.
You sneak a glance down, slipping the phone out and sucking in a sharp breath as Steve’s name flashes on the screen.
With a swipe of your thumb his message opens.
Hey honey, Merry Christmas! Isla wants to speak to you, you free to FaceTime?
Your eyes flicker across the table, making sure no one’s paying you any attention, the last thing you want is another lecture from your Grandpa about phones at the dinner table.
Merry Christmas! Sure, will call you in a bit
You reach for your wine with a shaking hand, taking a small sip as the screen illuminates in your lap again.
Can’t wait ❤️
All it takes is a tiny collection of red pixels for your heart to sore with hope again. Maybe they don’t hate you after all?
“Y/N!”
Your head snaps up, all eyes at the table on you.
“Grandpa just asked you three times to pass the gravy.” your Mom huffs.
“Oops, sorry!” You lock your phone screen with a click, sliding it back into your pocket.
“She’s on that damn phone that’s why!” Grandpa starts, “See this is what’s wrong with this generation…”
After lunch you sneak away upstairs to your room, wanting the peace and quiet while you call Steve. You quickly check your reflection in your vanity mirror, fluffing up your hair and applying a quick swipe of lip gloss. A glint catches your eye, your new necklace twinkling in the open velvet box. You hadn’t wanted to put it on this morning, not needing a reminder of last nights events hanging like weight around your neck. But now you feel differently, and you know they boys will want to see you in it. You slip the chain around your neck, fiddling with the clasp, smiling to yourself remembering how Eddie had fastened it for you before.
Sitting cross legged on your bed, back nestled against the cushions by your headboard you pick up your phone and call Steve. It rings a few times before Isla’s face fills the screen. Well, the bottom half of her face, all you can see is her pouty lips and pointy chin, the phone held so close her breath fogs up the camera.
“Merry Christmas!” She shouts.
“Merry Christmas Isla! Honey you need to hold the phone back, I can’t see you!”
You hear Steve’s voice in the background.
“Isla let me hold it.”
“No Dada! I do it!”
“But Y/N can’t see your pretty face!” You laugh at the scuffling sound of them fighting over the phone, and Steve eventually wins, holding it in a steady hand so you can see Isla sitting on the couch in the Princess dress you bought for her.
“What do you say?” Steve whispers.
“Thank you for my presents!”
“You’re very welcome baby! Do you like your dress?”
She nods, small hands smoothing the layers of pink tulle covering her legs.
Eddie thumps down on the couch beside her.
“Did you like your gifts Y/N?” he asks.
“I haven’t opened them yet. We don’t do gifts until after lunch.”
“What?!”
“Not everyone tears through them all in under 5 minutes like you Ed.” Steve teases.
“Where’s Ben?” you ask, and Steve moves the phone so you can see the baby happily bouncing on Wayne’s knee.
“Hi sweetie!” You coo. “And Merry Christmas Wayne!”
“Merry Christmas to you too darlin’.” He replies in his gruff voice. “You and your Mom having a good day?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Wish her well for me.”
“I will.” You nod, giggling as Eddie wolf whistles off camera.
Steve turns the phone back to Isla, letting her chatter away to you for a while, showing you some of the presents she got from Santa.
“Y/N! We’re going to open gifts now!” Your Mom calls up the stairs.
“Okay, be there in a minute!” You shout back.
“Isla, say goodbye to Y/N.” Eddie instructs. She pouts.
“Noooo. Not yet.”
“Baby she has to go see her family.”
“I’ll talk to you soon though! When I come over next we can have a tea party with your new set!” That cheers her up enough, and she smiles giving you a wave.
“Bye honey.”
“Bye Eddie, enjoy the rest of your day!”
Steve turns the camera on himself, a shy smile on his lips.
“You mind if I keep you for just a minute longer?” He asks.
“Sure.”
He stands, walking through to the kitchen, leaning against the island when he speaks again.
“How’re you doing?”
You pause, sensing his anxiety through the screen.
“I’m okay.”
He sighs. “Good. I - we were worried. You know, that we upset you last night.”
“I’m not upset. Just.. confused I guess.”
He nods, tugging his fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, I know. Look, we understand if- if you don’t want to come around here anymore.” Your heart sinks at the pain evident in his voice, the fear in his eyes.
“No, no. I still want to come around, if that’s okay?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Steve’s shoulders sink as he relaxes, exhaling deeply like he’s blowing out all the tension he’s carried since last night.
“Great. Well, what are you doing tomorrow?”
“Nothing. You need me to watch the kids? Are you going out somewhere?”
“No, we’ll be here. Just want to see you, that’s all. I mean the kids. The kids want to see you.”
“The kids huh?” You tease, raising your eyebrows.
He gives you that crooked grin that gives you butterflies.
“I’ll be there.”
“Cool. Come over anytime.”
“Okay. I really have to go now Stevie. Bye.”
“Bye honey.”
————————————————————————
You let yourself into the house, kicking off your snow covered boots by the door. You slowly shed your layers, hanging up your coat and unwinding you cashmere scarf (one of your gifts from the boys) from around your neck. The house is unusually quiet, and you drift down the hallway, listening out for any signs of life. As you approach the living room you can hear faint music, so you push through the door, peering round and smiling at the sweet sight before you. Wayne sits dozing in the plush armchair, his head dropping to the side. Eddie and Steve sit on the couch, Isla snuggled in the middle under a fluffy pink blanket. Ben lies sleeping on Eddie’s chest, a large ringed hand gently stroking his back that rises and falls with each breath. The two younger men turn their heads at the sound of the door, smiling when they see you.
“Y/N!” Isla squeals in delight, trying to kick the blanket off her legs so she can jump up to greet you.
“Hey, hey easy.” Eddie warns, trying to keep Ben from waking at the sudden movement.
“It’s okay Isla, stay there.” You whisper, making your way to the couch. Steve shuffles up, making just enough room for you to sit between him and his daughter. You lean back, pulling the blanket over your legs and lifting your arm for Isla to nuzzle into your side.
“Missed you.” She says, voice muffled by your sweater as she buries her face in.
“Missed you too sweetie.”
She turns her attention back to The Polar Express playing on the large flatscreen.
“Hey.” Steve says softly.
“Hey” you smile back. “You’re wearing the sweater I got you!”
“Yeah, I love it. Thank you sweetie.” Eddie clears his throat and when you turn to face him he raises his free hand, the leather bracelet you gave him sliding down his wrist.
“Thanks for this too angel. You spoil us.”
You scoff then. “Please, one sweater and a bracelet is nothing compared to how overboard you guys went.”
“Hey we just wanted to show you how much we appreciate you.” Eddie grins.
“Well thank you. It was too much, but I’m grateful really.”
You sit in a peaceful quiet watching the rest of the movie together, your head resting on Steve’s shoulder. When it’s over, you spend the rest of the day playing with the kids, making good on your promise of a tea party with Isla. It’s lovely, all of you enjoying a lazy day together pottering around the house, laughing and joking, nibbling on left over party food.
In the early evening Wayne makes his way upstairs to pack his things, Eddie following behind him. He returns a few moments later with a small pink suitcase and a bag packed with Ben’s clothes and diapers.
“The kids are going for a sleepover tonight at Wayne’s.” He explains.
“That’s lovely! Are you excited honey?” You ask Isla. She nods, holding out her small arms as Steve slips her coat over her princess dress.
Wayne carries the bags out to the car, then takes Ben from your arms.
“Nice to see you again.”
“You too Wayne.” you smile.
Isla says her goodbyes, demanding extra kisses from the three of you before she leaves.
“Be a good girl for Uncle Wayne!” Steve calls from the door.
“I always a good girl!” She shouts back over her shoulder.
Once they’re gone you step towards your own coat hanging by the door.
“I guess I should get going too.”
“Actually,” Steve says, stepping between you and the coat rack, “we were hoping you’d stay and have dinner with us.”
“Oh.” your stomach knots at the thought of being alone with the two men. You want to stay of course, but you’re hesitant, knowing that eventually you’ll all have to address the elephant in the room.
“You don’t have to.” Eddie whispers, his large eyes boring into yours.
“I know. But I’d like to.” you reply, deciding you’ll have to face it eventually. Might as well be now.
————————————————————————
Perched on a stool by the island in the kitchen, you sip on a glass of expensive wine, watching Steve start the dinner. He shoos Eddie away when he offers to help and you giggle, knowing that he’s worried about the inevitable mess Eddie will make. The curly haired boy takes a seat beside you, pouring himself a large glass from the bottle in front of you.
With the sauce simmering away, Steve starts to heat the water for the pasta. While he waits for it to boil, he turns and leans against the counter beside the hob. He takes a large gulp of wine, and you notice the tremble in his hand as he lowers his glass.
“So.” he begins. “Maybe we should talk about.. you know. Christmas Eve.”
The wine in your own mouth turns bitter on your tongue, anxiety bubbling up inside you.
“Sure.” You’d hoped your voice would sound casual, but it comes out as a small squeak.
Eddie fidgets in the chair next to you, his fingers tapping a nervous drum beat on the island.
“We’re sorry Y/N. For making you uncomfortable. It was never our intention, I guess we just- just got carried away. Misread the signs.”
You look up at the man across from you.
“I told you Steve, I wasn’t upset, or uncomfortable. I’m just.. confused. I don’t really understand.”
Steve nods, chewing on his lip.
“I get that. It’s fair. M-maybe we should just explain a bit, about what we’ve been thinking.”
You don’t say anything, just give him a small nod of permission.
He sighs deeply, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifts his weight.
“Well, we. We uh- Ed help me out here man.”
You glance across at Eddie, who won’t look at you, his eyes locked on his wine glass.
“We like you Y/N. A lot. We kind of hoped you liked us too, in the same way.”
“What way?” You whisper. You know, it’s obvious now, but you need to hear them say it before you make a fool of yourself.
“We like having you around, you’re so good with the kids, they love you. B-but we like having you around for us too. You make us both really happy. We didn’t feel like anything was missing before, our lives were perfect. But when you came along we realised maybe things could be better, w-with you.”
You can’t speak, can’t think, the weight of Eddie’s admission crushing you. You’re still confused. Do they just want to mess around with you, or is it more than that?
“Please say something honey.” Steve pleads.
You wring your hands in your lap, trying to find the right words.
“Is this - fuck. Like, is this something you’ve done before? Did your last babysitter..?”
“No! Christ no! We haven’t - it’s not like a thing that we-.” Steve stammers, stumbling forward to the island, large hands splayed out on the cool marble.
“This hasn’t happened before honey. There’s been no one else before you.” Eddie says quietly.
“So, you two have never, y’know. With a girl, together?”
Steve and Eddie exchange a quick glance.
“We have, a couple of times.” Eddie admits. A viscous jealousy twists your guts, acid rising in your throat. “But when we were younger, and it was only ever a one night thing. Never anything serious.”
That calms your irrational fury somewhat. You’d never given much thought to the two of them with another girl before, and the image of it in your mind had sickened you. But you felt relief knowing it hadn’t happened for a long time, and it never meant anything to them. You still couldn’t help but wonder though, would this be the same? Were they just looking to satiate some curiosity, using you for a one night stand before shutting you out.
As though he read your thoughts Steve moves quickly to your side, holding your cheek in his hand and tilting your head back to look up at him. The spotlights in the kitchen ceiling cast a warm glow around his head, he looks like an angel.
“That’s not what we want with you though Y/N. This is different. We - we want more. We care about you a lot honey.”
“You’re important to us. Special.” Eddie confirms.
“You’re important to me. Both of you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but they both hear you. Steve smiles down at you tenderly, smoothing his thumb across the warm skin of your cheek. He cups your face in both hands, his touch light enough that you could pull away if you wanted to, not that you do. He bends down, his lips hovering above your own. You don’t dare breathe, chest tight with anticipation.
“Steve. Please.”
His eyelids flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours. It’s gentle, chaste, just like the first kiss you shared under the mistletoe. But you’re determined for more, tracing your tongue along the seam of his lips until he parts them, allowing you to tentatively explore his mouth. His tongue meets yours, gently pressing past your lips until he’s moaning softly at your taste. Your lungs scream, and you realise you still haven’t taken a breath, going lightheaded. You pull away with a gasp, dizzy from the lack of oxygen and drunk on Steve’s kiss. His plump lips are swollen and pink, shining with spit in the soft light. His eyes flick to Eddie, who stands and spins your stool until you’re turned to face him. Taking your hands in his he pulls you to your feet, a strong arm looping around your waist and pulling you flush against him. The other hand rests on the side of your neck as he kisses you deeply. He’s not as gentle as Steve, an eagerness taking over, his nose pressed against your cheek as he holds you tight enough to crush you. Your fingers grip his curls, pulling just enough to have him moaning against your lips. Steve’s hand rests over yours, and Eddie breaks your kiss, turning to the man now pressed against your back. They share a kiss with no hesitation or uncertainty, they’ve kissed each other for years, knowing every corner of each others mouths like their own. You watch in awe, listening to their soft grunts and sighs, your thighs clenching together searching for any kind of friction. Eddie pulls away from Steve with a smirk, looking down at you sandwiched between them.
“What’s with all the wriggling honey? Are you feeling a little needy?”
You nod dumbly, pouting up at him.
He kisses you sweetly, murmuring against your lips.
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
“Yes. Please.”
Eddie tugs your hands, pulling you out into the hall while Steve quickly kills the flames on the stove, the meal he’d been preparing now the last thing on all of your minds. The three of you race up the spiral staircase, giggling as you go, until you burst into their bedroom at the back of the house.
Eddie’s hot mouth meets yours again, his tongue licking into you as he walks you back to the bed. You lay down, the weight of his body pressing you into the plush mattress while his hands roam across your body, gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs.
“God, I’ve been dreaming about this.” He groans between kisses.
“Yeah?” you ask breathlessly. “What did you dream about?”
He sits up, eyes blown with lust so his pupils almost entirely swallow the chocolate brown.
“Do you want me to tell you sweet thing? Or can we show you?”
“Show me. Please.” Your voice sounds foreign to you, a high pitched lilt you’ve never heard come from yourself before.
Eddie shuffles off the bed, standing and pulling his shirt up over his head. You take in the new areas of skin now exposed to you, smooth alabaster littered with dark ink, silky hairs trailing from below his belly button down into his sweatpants. He comes to sit behind you, pulling you firmly so you lay with your back against his chest, head resting on his shoulder. Steve removes his own shirt, slowly undoing each button until he can slip it off, revealing his muscular torso, thick hair spreading across his chest that has your mouth watering. When he crawls across the bed towards you you spy a tattoo he’d kept well hidden, elegant black lettering across his wide ribs.
Eddie
Isla
Benjamin
Goosebumps raise on his flesh where your fingers trace the lettering. He nuzzles into your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin until he makes his way down to the top of your sweater.
“Wanna see you baby. Can we take this off?”
You nod eagerly, and Eddie grips the bottom of your sweater, pulling it up quickly and dropping it down beside the bed. He motions for you to lay back against him, but first you unhook your bra, shimmying the black lace down your arms and discarding it. You feel a smug sense of pride at Steve’s reaction, his jaw hanging open at the sight of your bare chest.
Ringed hands slide up your stomach to cup your breasts, cold metal biting into warm flesh as Eddie kneads you gently in his large palms. His calloused fingers brush your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his finger tips which has you mewling. Steve watches the show unfold before him, eyes darting from your chest, to your face, to Eddie.
“Jesus Christ you two are going to be the death of me.” He mutters, pressing his face into the valley between your breasts, leaving hot open mouth kisses on your skin. Eddie removes one hand so Steve’s lips can envelop your nipple, your back arching as you try to suppress a moan.
“No no honey.” Eddie scolds lightly. “We want to hear all your pretty sounds.”
With a firmer squeeze of your breast and a flick of Steve’s tongue you have no choice but to give in, whining loudly, the sound filling the large bedroom.
“Good girl.” Eddie says, turning your face up to him. You see the mischievous glint in his eye, he knows exactly what he’s doing, his words threatening to have you soaking right through your panties.
Steve works his way down your body, kissing your chest and your stomach until his mouth arrives at the waistband of your leggings. His fingers hook beneath the material and you buck your hips up in a silent invitation to remove them. He slides them slowly down your legs, tossing them behind him and leaving you almost naked before him, just a thin layer of white cotton keeping him from where you want him most.
“These are pretty.” Eddie hums, his finger pulling the elastic of your panties and allowing it to snap back to your skin with a small sting.
“They are.” Steve murmurs in agreement, his hands on your knees parting your legs until your thighs fall apart.
“And they’re soaked too.” Steve’s grin is devilish, a look you’ve never seen from him that has you blushing to the tips of your ears. You cover your face in your hands, but Eddie tuts, pulling your hands away in his firm grip.
“Don’t go shy on us baby”
Steves long fingers dance up your inner thighs, making you squirm. He stops at the edge of your underwear, looking at you with an intense stare.
“I want to taste you Y/N. Is that okay?”
“Yes Steve! Please.” you whine, hips wriggling as your pussy throbs in anticipation of his touch. He slips your underwear down, and your legs fall apart again, exposing your most intimate parts to him. You’d feel vulnerable, if it wasn’t for the adoring look on Steve’s face, and Eddie arms wrapped tight around you, soft kisses pressed to you cheek.
Steve lays between your legs, his face so close to your aching core you can feel his hot breath on your skin. His thumbs gently part your lips, slick with your arousal, causing you to shudder. When he flattens his tongue against you, licking a broad strip from your hole up to your clit you cry out his name, hips bucking desperately to chase his tongue.
Eddie chuckles behind you, releasing your hands and pressing against your thighs, pinning you in place. Steve kitten licks at your clit, and you know already you won’t last long, months of wanting this moment leaving you sensitive and shaking. He buries his face into you, lapping at your entrance, his nose brushing your bundle of nerves. You slide your fingers into his hair, the soft tresses held between your fingers as you keep him where you need him. Eddie’s hand lands across you own.
“You can be a little firmer Y/N. Stevie doesn’t mind it a little mean.” He says, scrunching your fingers until you’re pulling hard on Steve’s hair. He groans loudly in response, the vibrations rocking through your core.
“Fuck. Fuck, please Steve. Don’t stop, please.”
He eats you like a man starved, his tongue pushing into your entrance as your walls clamp down on the wet muscle. The room fills with lewd sounds, Steve slurping at your wetness as you whimper and moan. When he replaces his tongue with two fingers, curling inside you and pressing on a spot no one has ever reached before your muscles tighten, your orgasm washing over you as you cum with a loud cry. Each pump of his fingers causes another wave of pleasure to hit you, and he suckles your clit hard enough to have you seeing stars.
As you come down from your high you feel Eddie stroking your face, wiping away tears you didn’t realise had spilled. Steve sits up, his mouth and chin glistening with your release. He crawls up your body, peppering kisses on your sweat dampened skin, finally reaching your mouth. The kiss is slow, passionate, and you can taste yourself on his lips. His mouth leaves yours and he tilts his head back to kiss Eddie, who hums as he captures your taste for himself. While they kiss you snake a hand down, cupping the hard bulge pressing against the zipper of Steve’s jeans.
“Fuck.” He gasps.
“Wanna make you feel good now Steve.” He kisses you sweetly, then pulls away, pushing your hand back to your side.
“That’s sweet baby, but I think Eddie needs some attention, don’t you?”
You tilt your head back, looking up into Eddie’s dark eyes. You’re suddenly aware of his hard length digging into your back, he’s clearly got worked up watching Steve devour you.
“Is that okay with you Y/N?” He asks, a hint of insecurity in his voice.
“Mmmhmm. Want you Ed.”
It’s all the confirmation he needs, standing from the bed and hurriedly shoving down his sweatpants and boxers, his hard cock springing free. He’s long and thick, the head flushed deep red and leaking already. Steve manoeuvres himself into Eddie’s previous spot, pulling you to lay back against him, his hands massaging your breasts. Eddie digs through their bedside table, a frown forming as he shoves various items aside in his search.
“Shit.”
“What’s up?” Steve asks.
“We don’t have any condoms.”
“I’m on the pill.” You offer in a small voice.
Eddie turns to look at you, eyes round with concern.
“Baby, w-we. We can’t- we don’t have to if-“
“It’s been a long time,” you say meekly, eyes falling down to your lap. “I-I don’t have anything, y’know..”
“God baby, no, it’s not that! I just don’t want you to feel like you have to. W-we can wait.”
“I know I don’t have to. But I want to.” You reach out to hold his hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I want to feel you.”
Eddie groans, dragging his free hand down his face.
“Shit baby, you can’t say things like that, I’ll blow my load just standing here.” You giggle then, pulling him to you. He clambers back onto the bed, positioning himself between your spread legs, kissing you softly, as his calloused fingers swiping down your slit. Your thighs tremble from the lingering sensitivity.
“Christ you’re so wet Y/N. Stevie made you feel real good huh?”
“Mmhmm.”
Mixing your slick with the precum leaking from his tip, Eddie lubricates his length with a few firm pumps, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans forward, capturing Steve’s lips in a soft kiss above your head, before his mouth drops to the shell of your ear.
“I’ll go slow okay? And I’ll stop if you want. Just tell me what you need okay baby?”
“Okay.”
The fat head of his cock presses against your clit, your hips canting up eagerly to take him. Eddie chuckles to himself, guiding his length down to your entrance, pressing forward just enough to have the tip breaching. Letting out a soft gasp your eyes drop to where your bodies meet, the two of you watching in awe as he slowly sinks into your sopping heat. The stretch is intense, a sting causing tears to prickle in your eyes. Steve’s bear paw like hand wraps around your own, fingers interlacing as he gives you a reassuring squeeze. He mumbles praises and sweet words into your ear as you relax enough to take Eddie to the hilt, his pelvis flush with yours when he bottoms out. You look up at the boy looming over you, his brows knitted and jaw slack, beads of sweat already forming at his hairline. He’s still, his hands massaging the doughy flesh of your hips, giving you the time you need to adjust.
You cross your ankles behind his lower back, caging him in as you sweep loose curls out of his face and tuck them behind his ear.
“You can m-move now.”
Eddie rolls his hips back slowly, pulling out halfway before sinking back into you. You can feel every inch of him, your walls clamping down on his thick cock, each drag and press so delicious you’re both whimpering and moaning within seconds. Time slows as you get lost in each other, hips moving in perfect unison. Sharp fingernails dig into the rippling muscles in his shoulders as you try to pull him deeper and deeper. Eddie hisses against your neck, his cock twitching as the pain melts with pleasure. He speeds up in retaliation, knowing without words what you’re begging him for. Each harsh snap of his hips has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, punching wanton moans from your chest as your struggle for breath.
“F-fuck. I can’t - I, I’m not gonna last much l-longer. Baby I’m sorry, are you close?” Eddie’s ragged breath mixes with your own, and unable to speak you nod desperately, kissing him sloppily as your hurtle towards another orgasm.
Steve presses wet kisses to the side of your neck as his hand that doesn’t hold your own moves down from your breast, dancing across the skin of your stomach and coming to rest on your mound. He expertly rubs tight circles against your clit his middle finger, causing your pussy to clench even harder around Eddie. The combination of Steve ministrations and Eddie’s thrusts has you teetering on the edge, body humming like a live wire.
“Shit. Steve, Eddie- please. Feels so good, please.” you babble mindlessly.
Steve sucks hard on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Come on honey, let us have it.”
Electricity courses through your veins, each muscle spasming and pulsing with an intensity that has you gasping for breath. You writhe desperately, throat aching from the scream that tears out. Steve’s grip on your hand never falters, grounding you. Eddie’s movements become sloppy, his hips stuttering until he’s cumming with a deep groan, warm seed spilling into you. His body flops over yours but you don’t mind, enjoying his weight pressing you into Steve, as your hands smooth across his perspiration soaked skin.
Time loses all meaning, the three of you laying for what could be hours, hands wandering and stroking, lips finding new areas of skin to decorate with kisses. You and Eddie pant, basking in your post orgasm daze, until he rolls off of you, laying on his back and grinning across at you and Steve.
“You okay sweetie?”
“Yeah Ed, I’m okay.” You say with a small smile, sitting up and stretching out your sore limbs, joints clicking. You glance over your shoulder at Steve, watching as he lovingly strokes damp stray curls out of Eddie’s face. He must sense you watching him and he looks up at you, smiling shyly, which makes you giggle given the fact that he’d just had his head buried between your legs, then watched his husband fuck you senseless. Your eyes drop to his lap, the bulge in his jeans still present, pressing painfully hard against the fabric.
You shuffle up the bed to reach him, nuzzling your face across the stubble on his jaw, kissing his neck sweetly.
“Do I get to feel you now Stevie?” you breathe, nibbling at his ear lobe.
Steve tilts your face to his, kissing the corner of your mouth before resting his forehead against yours, tips of your noses brushing.
“Not tonight honey.” he whispers, just a hint of disappointment in his tone. “S’too much for you after all that.”
“But that’s not fair for you.” you protest.
“It’s okay Y/N.” Eddie says, rolling onto his front. “I can take care of Steve.” A wide grin spreads across Steve’s face as he looks down at his husband.
“Get those jeans off big boy.”
Steve doesn’t need to be told twice. With one more quick kiss to your lips he fumbles to undo his belt buckle, lifting his hips to shove his jeans and underwear down. You help him out, pulling the material off his long legs until he’s completely naked.
Eddie wasn’t kidding. Big boy was a nickname that Steve clearly deserved. As much as you were disappointed that you wouldn’t get to feel him inside you tonight, a part of you now was feeling grateful that Steve had decided you’d had enough, your cunt already ached after Eddie, you were sure that Steve would split you in half.
Steve notices your wide eyes taking him in and laughs not unkindly, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Come here.” he says, holding his arm out to make space for you. You eagerly wriggle into his side, one hand splaying across his broad chest and stroking the silky hairs, your cheek resting on his shoulder while he kisses the top of your head.
You both look down as Eddie shuffles closer to Steve, laying on his stomach propped up on his elbows. One ringed hand wraps around Steve’s cock, pumping slowly as his lips leave a trail of kisses across Steve’s hips, thighs and stomach. Steve’s hips buck up when Eddie’s lips brush over the ruddy tip of his cock. Eddie laughs, pressing him firmly back down into the bed.
“Easy there big boy.”
“Fuck- Ed. Stop teasing.”
Eddie tuts and rolls his eyes, but gives in anyway, licking a broad stripe from the base up to the head. A deep groan vibrates from Steve’s chest, cutting off suddenly when Eddie takes his tip fully into his hot mouth, tongue swirling across the slit. You watch in awe as Eddie’s head bobs up and down, sinking lower each time until almost all of Steve’s cock disappears into his throat, his large hand working on the last few inches he can’t reach. He comes up for air, releasing with a loud pop as his hand continues to pump, his pretty pink lips glistening with pre and spit. His eyes leave Steve’s face for a moment, meeting yours as he gives you a wink and a devilish grin, before he turns his attention back to the task at hand.
You tilt you left head up to look at Steve, taking in his blissed out expression. His cheeks are flushed crimson, plump lips bitten and red, eyes rolling back as you hear a muffled gag from Eddie, pushing himself to his limits to bring Steve the pleasure he deserves. He looks beautiful like this, losing his composure, so lost in euphoria. You want to make him feel this good, want to watch him fall apart under your touch too.
Pulling away from his side you slip down the bed, mirroring Eddie’s position on the other side of Steve’s legs. Eddie releases Steve’s cock from his mouth, smiling over at you.
“Hey pretty girl. You want a turn?”
“Please.”
Eddie takes your hand, guiding you to wrap your fingers around the velvety skin of Steve’s shaft. He’s warm and firm under your touch, your fingertips just meeting around his impressive girth. You squeeze softly, giving a few experimental tugs, looking up at Steve for his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, teeth clamping down hard on his bottom lip.
“Am I doing something wrong?” You whisper to Eddie, who just laughs.
“Don’t think so baby, I think Stevie’s just having a hard time keeping it together.” Eddie’s lips brush against your ear, his voice so low there’s no way Steve will hear it.
“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use, really make him lose his shit.”
You lick your lips, wetting them just enough before wrapping them around the leaking head, your tongue tracing lazy circles against the hot skin. Steve moans loudly, fist flying up to his face as his bites his whitened knuckles.
You mimic Eddie’s movements from earlier, moving your head up and down the shaft, tears forming along your lashes when you take him a little further than intended, nudging against the back of your throat.
“Good girl, doing so good.” Eddie murmurs, swiping away the tears that spill. You press kisses up the side of Steve’s length and Eddie joins you, licking and sucking on the skin the other side.
“Fucking hell. You two really are gonna be the death of me.” Steve groans, repeating his earlier words.
You giggle, looking up at him as you and Eddie both suckle on the tip, sloppily making out with Steve’s cock pressed between your lips, tongues meeting and sliding. Eddie moves down, giving you space to take Steve fully in your mouth again, while he turns his attention to Steve’s balls, kissing and sucking the velvety skin.
You feel Steve’s cock twitch in your throat as his stomach muscles tense and flex, a tell tale sign he’s nearing his climax.
“S-shit. Shit. I’m gonna cum, Y/N, fuck baby.” Steve gently pulls on your hair, as if warning you to move before he loses it. You ignore him, pushing further until you’re gagging as your nose rests flush against the wiry curls at his base.
“Shit, shit!” Steve cries out, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You swallow every drop he gives you, humming as the salty taste invades your senses. You keep sucking until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, and you pull back, allowing his softening cock to fall from your lips. A firm hand grips your hair, and Eddie crashes his lips against yours, an intense kiss as he licks into your mouth, chasing Steve’s taste on your tongue. When you part you’re both breathless.
“You still with us Steve?” Eddie teases, looking up at the panting, quivering mess of a boy sprawled out on the sheets.
“Just about.” Steve sighs, wiping sweat from his brow.
You laugh, collapsing against his chest, exhaustion washing over your body. His strong arms close around you, the warmth of his body making you feel like you’re cast in the soft glow of sunshine. Eddie comes to lay behind you, his hands placed over Steve’s on your waist. He nuzzled in, pressing sweet kisses to the nape of your neck as you hum contentedly.
“Will you stay?” He whispers, words muffled by his face buried in your hair.
“Yes.” you whisper back. “I don’t want to go home, I want to stay here, with both of you.” Both men grip you tighter, and you sigh deeply, letting your body relax into the safety of their hold on you. In the morning there’d be a lot to talk about, but for now you didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to think about anything, except the feeling of their skin on yours and the soft sounds of their breathing.
Pairing: Trucker!Eddie Munson x Diner Waitress!Reader
Warnings: 18+, Sex, I guess they curse a couple times, too (Lemme know if I missed something)
Authors Note: Huge shoutout to @mcplestreet for helping me with this, your time and patience are so so appreciated. Okay this is basically me trying to write porn with plot. I got this idea and it wouldn’t leave my brain so I wrote it. Here ya go. As always please let me know your thoughts. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated!
Eddie wiped the sweat off his upper lip with the sleeve on his shoulder. The sweat on his brow was being absorbed by his black bandana that also performed double duty to keep his curls and bangs out of his eyes while driving with the windows down - a truck and cab with air conditioning was at present only a distant dream.
God damn it’s hot down here he thought to himself as he slowly pulled his big rig into the truck stop just off the highway he’d been traveling for the better part of 8 hours now. He didn’t know exactly where he was, somewhere in Georgia, but he knew he was on the right route and that’s all that mattered to his boss. Eddie pulled into the truck stop and found an available parking spot. Before he turned the key he hopped on the CB Radio to call in his location to the company he was hauling for and sign off for the day to the truckers he’d been chatting to along the way. As he did so he looked around his cab and gathered the trash that had accumulated over the past day or so and chucked it all into a spare grocery bag and went through the process of putting up all the window sun shades to keep the truck cooler. It was a tedious process, but through experience he had quickly learned that it was worth the effort. Eddie had been on the road 5 or more days a week for about a year now, and he’d like to think he was starting to really get the hang of it. One of the only negatives about this job was that Eddie got quite lonely. Even at truck stops, he didn’t fit into the trucker crowd, the others usually at least 10 years his senior and definitely not into any of the same bands or social causes. But, it was a well paid job, and he figured he might as well try to see what’s outside of Indiana while he’s still young. Well, that’s what Wayne said when he sat him down and told him that Corroded Coffin wasn’t going to be a career and that he needed him to start contributing to paying the bills. All Eddie really sees are slightly different truck stops in different states, and different weather on different interstates that all look pretty much the same. After a while it all seemed to run together, and he wouldn’t really mind any of that, if it weren’t for the loneliness. One thing he did like, though, was that he wasn’t “the freak” anymore. Eddie could be whoever he wanted to be, or no one at all, just blending into the background of all the other customers of whatever roadside establishment he decided to eat in on that day.
After double checking his rig, Eddie headed to the station, which had a small diner attached. As he walked he felt sweat dripping down his back in the stifling summer heat, so he headed directly for the diner, taking a seat at the counter with a sigh. An older lady in a waitress uniform with a beehive updo approached him with an order pad.
“Could I please get the biggest glass of water you have? With ice?” Eddie asked politely, elbows on the counter.
“Sure, honey,” she drawled in her small town Georgia accent, the gravel of her voice an indication of just how many packs she’s smoked everyday for most of her life. She took her time returning but Eddie didn’t mind, he was finally in air conditioning. He quickly chugged the water down and sighed deeply in relief. His ringed fingers tapped a rhythm on the counter. as he pondered his next moves and relished the freezing air drifting over him. Lost in thought, you startled him a bit when you refilled his glass with your pitcher from behind him.
“Oh, sorry!” you apologized when you noticed him jump a little on his stool “Didn’t mean to scare ya”
“It’s fine” Eddie laughs softly at himself before turning to look at you. Your hair was neatly secured in a French twist out of your face, and you had swiped on some burgundy lipstick this morning on a whim, and Eddie definitely noticed. In fact, he had to tear his eyes away when he knew he’d lingered a little too long. “Thank you” he muttered shyly as you nodded and smiled at him, then walked away to serve another table. He couldn’t help but notice how your cute little work dress fit your behind as you left him. You couldn’t be much older than him, and that was something he didn’t often see on the road. Eddie contemplated saying something flirty to you as he left the diner to head to the full service truck stop and buy a ticket for a shower, but he refrained. He’d wait till he felt and looked better before shooting his shot.
Near the end of your shift you were sweeping behind the counter and the bell above the door rang.
“Sit anywhere you like, I’ll be right with you!” You’d called as you swept your pile into the dustpan and rinsed your hands in the sink. Wasn’t he in here earlier? You thought to yourself as you grabbed your order pad and walked over to the booth the new customer had sat down in.
“Back so soon?” You smiled as you placed a menu in front of him.
“Yes, and I feel like a whole new man!”
His hair was much less frizzy than before now that it was half wet, but the curls were still strong. He smelled like the head and shoulders travel size for sale next door in the shop, and you eyed his ring adorned fingers as he held the menu and pondered, tongue sticking out of his mouth a little in concentration.
“What’s good?” He asks finally, looking up at you with the sweetest brown eyes you think you’ve ever seen.
“Um- everything I guess?” You stumbled over your words a little while your stomach did somersaults “I mean, I like our sandwiches” you shrugged and he chuckled -very cutely, you didn’t miss noticing.
“Well what’s your favorite, sweetheart?” He asked as he placed his chin in his hand and gazed up at you like you’re the only person that matters. Is he trying to flirt or is he just nice? You ponder to yourself as you intentionally lean down, chest inches from his face and point with your pen to your favorite on the menu in his hands. You weren't a stranger to being flirted with at work, that came with the job, but it wasn’t often that it came from a handsome man, your age, with cool tattoos and brown eyes that made you want to go swimming in them. A little flirting never hurt anyone, right?
“Then I’ll have that” you vaguely hear him say as your thoughts wandered “and a water and an apple juice, if you have it”
You nod as you start to scribble, now standing again.
“I’ll have that right out for ya sir” you smile
“Eddie” he quickly replies with a wink that, quite frankly, you felt in your pussy.
“I’ll have that right out for ya, Eddie” you echo and walk away with a smile and a bit of blush on your cheeks.
After you call in his order you check the clock; you’re off in 30 minutes, finally. You take the opportunity to grab your pack of cigarettes from your apron pocket. As you head out the front door you grab a pack of the complimentary matches with the diner’s name on them—you never bothered to pay for lighters when these were free at work. Once outside you lit your cig and exhaled, closing your eyes and leaning back against the brick wall. The sun was low in the sky but it still felt nice on your face.
“Could I bother you for a light?” Eddie’s voice snaps you out of your haze
“Oh, sure” you passed him the matches as it occurs to you that he was either completely oblivious to the massive bowl of matches by the exit, or he just wanted a reason to come talk to you. You hoped for the latter as you watched him take a cig out of the carton with his mouth—and wow was that a sight. Eddie lit it and took a drag before speaking again.
“What’s your name?”
You replied
“Pretty name for a pretty girl” he smiled with a hint of a smirk and you felt heat rise in your cheeks as you laughed softly
“Thanks”
“You been a waitress long?”
“Nah. You been a trucker long?”
“Nah” he extended his hand with the matches but you waved it away
“I’ve got a million of ‘em” you flicked the ash of your cigarette, smirking at how he had been slowly moving closer to you during that whole verbal exchange.
“Cool” he agreed and his mouth smirked deliciously as you angled yourself more towards him, still leaning back against the brick of the diner.
“Where you from?” You found yourself asking as soon as you missed his voice
“Indiana” Eddie replies in a cloud of smoke. “Shithole” he shrugs with a grin“You?”
“Here. Also a shithole” you agree with a nod and he laughs “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing, you’re just cute, babe” his eyes dont break from yours as he takes a drag and exhales
“Thanks” you reply and look down, fiddling with the nearly done cig in your fingers. “I like your shirt”
“You like Metallica?” He looked impressed and surprised.
“Mhm” you nodded and smirked that you’d impressed him.
“Wow”
“Yeah”
“You like your job?” He asks to break the momentary silence that had accumulated
“Not really, I’m just saving for college.” You shrug, “do you like yours?”
“Nah. It’s boring. And real lonely, except for when I meet nice people like you” he winks at the end and you couldn’t help but giggle, which makes his smile grow even wider.
“So damn cute. I bet all the truckers tell you that, though don’t they baby?” He croons and licks his lips before taking another drag.
“Some do” you shrug and reply honestly as you exhale smoke “But they usually aren’t as good looking as you are.” The words leave your lips before they even register with your brain, so when they do you eyes widen and you swallow, worried you’d gone a bit too far.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie’s whole face lights up. “Well that’s good to know” his chest puffs up a little bit as his confidence is raised.
“Good” you smile and drop your smoke, stepping on it with your scuffed white work shoes. “Well I should go check on your food order” you nod and begin to head inside.
“I’ll miss you!” He calls and you giggle loud enough for him to hear you and shoot him a smirk as you open the door and head back inside.
After Eddie had eaten, you gathered your things, seeing as he was your last customer and you could leave when he did. As he came up to the counter to pay, you tried to think of something cute and flirty to say as a farewell, but your mind was coming up blank. He handed you his ticket and you rang it in, reading him his total as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder.
“You off after this?” He asked as he handed you a crisp $20. Your hand almost missed taking it because your eyes were too distracted by the toothpick he had just taken from the dispenser and stuck between his pink lips, now twirling it with his teeth in a delightfully sensual way.
“Oh uh- yeah” you nod and start counting out his change “Have a great night” you smile and give him his change, having come up with nothing more memorable or flirty to say.
“Could I walk you to your car?” He asks, brown eyes nearly making you melt as he cocks his head to the side inquisitively.
“Sure” you breathe and grip the strap on your bag “Let me um-let me just clock out” You clumsily swipe your timesheet through the machine and channel some inner confidence. It wasn’t everyday you ran into a trucker like Eddie.
“Ready” you smile coyly as you begin to walk towards the door, but Eddie beats you and opens it for you with a small bow. “Thanks” you smile and hurry through, walking in the direction of where employees park, coincidentally right across from where the 18 wheeler trucks parked. Eddie jogged a couple steps to catch up to you.
“So uh” he said as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket “If you wanted, we could listen to some Metallica in my truck” he paused and your whole body felt electric at the possibility of being alone with him in a space that was basically just a bed. “I have a really nice sound system” he continued “My uncle helped me put it in and everything”
“Sure” you reply quickly, before the logical side of your brain can talk yourself out of it. What’s the harm in a little fun, right? You’d been propositioned in much less elegant or romantic ways by much less attractive men, and always said no. Finally there was someone in front of you that made you want to say yes. You knew other servers who had one night stands with truckers. Practically anonymous sex with someone you’ll likely never see again, it did sound kind of thrilling. Especially with someone that made you feel like Eddie.
After walking in silence, both daydreaming in your own heads, you felt his left hand come to rest gently on your outer hip, guiding you to follow with him to the right, and up to his rig.
“This is me” he says with a proud smile as he hops up the ladder to unlock the door and swing it open. “I uh-“ his expression had distinctly changed as he hopped back down, and it was hard for you to read. “Listen, I just want you to know that I don’t expect you to have sex with me or anything. I really mean listen to music” he blurts quickly, his words rushing together, while staring at the cracked concrete at your feet. Your cheeks heat up.
“I-um- yeah, I didn’t-“ you stutter
“I just know some truckers are weird and pressure women and I am NOT like that” he reassures and finally reconnects eye contact with you. His eyes were so genuine and pleading you wanted to just take him in your arms and squeeze him. You knew he wasn’t a bad guy.
“Thank you” you nod in understanding. You knew exactly what he was referencing.
“Have you ever gotten in one of these before?” He changes the subject and gestures to the large truck and cab.
“No” you admit and shake your head, looking up at the door so high above your head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help” he smiled and offered his hand, then showing you where to place your foot to start the ascent. You climbed in as he instructed you from below and found yourself between the driver's seat and a bed in the back. Your eyes drifted over the numerous band posters on the walls, and an acoustic guitar hanging next to what appeared to be an open closet with a few shirts hanging.
“If you don’t mind taking your shoes off” your thoughts were interrupted by Eddie arriving in the truck as well.
“Oh, of course” you toed off your shoes and put them down by the door, awkwardly maneuvering around Eddie as he went and launched himself onto the bed, the cab of the truck swaying a little with his motion. He quickly busied himself with a display on the wall, and momentarily Iron Maiden came through speakers you had noticed overhead.
“Sweet set up” you nodded and Eddie grinned with pride
“Thanks! Now c’mere and help me pick what else to put on” he said as he opened a cabinet next to the bed and pulled out a clear box full of CDs. You obliged him and hopped daintily onto the bed, tucking your knees and purposely scooting closer to him to see his selection of music, but also just to be closer to him.
“Hmm” you pondered as you sifted through the box “Put this one on next” you hand him Metallica’s Master of Puppets. As Eddie recognized the cover of the CD he grinned in approval.
“An excellent choice, M’lady” he said theatrically and popped the disc into his fancy audio system.
“So I have a question” you blurt as the music goes silent while switching to the new CD.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks and turns the volume down as the first song starts to play so that he can still hear you
“Yeah” you say and fiddle with the apron tied over your work dress.
“Yeah?” He asks in a softer tone, eyebrows raised, encouraging you to speak.
“I appreciate what you said. About not expecting anything. But I was wondering if—“ you broke off and looked up at him with a mixture of uncertainty and overflowing desire.
“What were you wondering, sweetheart?” Eddies soft voice soothes you like a balm and his hand slowly comes to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear, fingers delicately brushing against your face. He thinks he knows what you want. He’s desperately hoping he knows what you want. But he had to hear you say it, first.
“If um” you lick your lips and pray you’ve been reading the signs right, and he didn’t just want to listen to music “We could make each other feel good?” You finally let the words fall from your lips that you’ve been dying to say since you began the walk with him to his truck. You needed this. You wanted this so badly it felt like you might bite the inside of your own cheek off in anticipation. Eddie’s face melts into a smug smile with more than a hint of giddiness and he turns on the bed to face you, crossing his legs.
“I need to hear you say it, angel. What do you want from me?” He asks, mostly teasing at this point
“I—sex” you blurt finally, with a little frustration that only riles Eddie up further. “Sorry I’ve-I’ve never done this before I don’t know how to just ask” you ramble
“Now do you mean you’ve never had sex or-?” He asks with a curious but nonjudgmental look.
“No, no, just never like- with someone I just met” you explain and he nods
“I’ve never done this either. But it is kind of hot, isn’t it?” He asks “Like, having sex and then never seeing each other again?” He asks, a small amount of blush reaching his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You nod quickly
“Yeah, like, really hot” you agree and listen to the music play, envisioning all the things he could do to you in the back of your mind.
“You wanna get in my lap?” He pats his crossed legs softly and you crawl over, now feeling nervous but oh so needy. “That’s better” he whispers as his arms wrap around you “You tell me to stop at any time and I’ll, stop, okay?” He whispers into your ear and then presses a soft kiss to your temple as you nod.
“Yeah, same for you” you agree and lick your lips, staring at his.
“C’mere” he whispers and cups your jaw with his strong and calloused hand and kisses you, ever so gently and you return it, pulling away slightly then going back in for a much deeper kiss, which drew a satisfied yet muffled chuckle from Eddie.
“Why don’t you take that dress off sweetheart, it’ll just get in the way” he whispers against your lips before he pulls away and tugs his own shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere in the front of the truck. You untie your apron and let it fall to the floor, then unbuttoning your dress as you eyed the tattoos on his chest.
“Do you like tattoos baby?” He asks while undoing his belt and yanking his jeans down, leaving him in just underwear like yourself.
“I guess so” you nod “Don’t have any of my own, though”
“Mm” he nods as he crawls back up the bed, slowly trapping you underneath him, his hair falling in a curtain around your face “Let me guess, mommy and daddy would lose their minds?”
“Something like that” you mumble and bring your hands to rest on his chest above you, needing to touch him, tracing over his tattoos and then gripping his shoulders.
“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Eddie blurts unexpectedly as you’re exploring his upper body.
“Oh-“ you stutter and smile “Thank you”
“Mhm” he nods, leaning down and pecking your lips “So pretty.” His dark eyes survey your face. “Gonna be even prettier once I ruin you” after that his kisses got much more intense, leaving you both out of breath with a small thread of spit connecting your lips as he pulled away.
“Stay there” he instructs and scoots down the bed to lay on his stomach between your legs. His eyes looked up at you to non verbally ask permission to rid you of your underwear, to which you nodded and helped him.
“Fuck” he breaths as he takes in the sight of your bare sex. “I’m gonna eat you, that okay baby?” He asks as he rubs and gently squeezes the fat of your thighs in a gentle, soothing way.
“Mhm” you nod quickly, realizing how desperate you sound once you hear yourself.
“Good” Eddie grins like a Cheshire Cat as he tucks his hair behind his ears and goes to work, diving his tongue into your folds as his eyes never leave yours. A suppressed moan leaves your throat as you bask in the feeling of his warm mouth and skilled tongue, eyes locked to his. Eddie hums into your pussy as he works his tongue, wrapping his lips around your clit then pulling off with a pop. He leans up to you and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, and you eagerly suck the digit into your mouth, eyes never leaving his.
“Good girl” he softly praises as you suck, eyes filled with awe and adoration. His other hand going back down to slowly tease your clit “Taste yourself baby, you taste sooo good” he whispers before kissing you hard and immediately with tongue, the taste of yourself washing over you as your hips bucked against his hand, needing more friction. His wet thumb went to your clit as the knuckle of his pointer finger went to massage your entrance, making you whimper into his mouth. Eddie pulled away from the kiss with your lower lip between his teeth, teasingly “Oh and another thing.” He takes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. His eyes had a glint in them that sent a delicious shiver down your spine “Don’t you hold back a single sound. I want to hear exactly what I’m doing to you.” The latter part of his statement held a more serious tone than he had taken with you before, and you loved it, nodding in agreement, willing to do nearly anything to get his fingers to start moving again. All of the sudden his thumb was pressed to your clit making quick figure eights. You stopped holding back anything, letting your neck arch as a short cry left your lips at the sudden speed.
“Yeah?” Eddie says a little mockingly while he smirks up at you and gently slips a finger into your pussy, his thumb never stopping on your clit. “How about that?” He asks, to which you can only reply with moans and your hands traveling to his head, fingers weaving into his curls. You opened your eyes to look down at him right as his lips attached themself to your clit and he sucked hard. You gasp and spread your legs even wider for him as his fingers speed up their pace fucking into you. His mouth and fingers combined were enough to have you whimpering curses.
“FUCK Eddie” you cry out and sit up a little as you feel his fingers arch within you to hit your g spot. You can feel yourself approaching the edge of your orgasm.
“That good, huh?” Eddie smirks up at you, face shiny and wet with your arousal and you whimper at the loss of his warm mouth.
“Don’t stop” you whine and gently push his head down towards your pussy.
“Don’t have to tell me twice” he mumbles against your mound before attacking your clit with his tongue again. It isn’t long before he’s got you worked up right to the edge.
“E-Eddie” you whimper in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers “I’m gonna cum” you feel him hum into your cunt as his fingers still pump in and out of you, tongue not letting up either, until you reach that point where you don’t even know how loud you’re being you only know that it feels so damn good, crashing over you like waves, your heart pounding and breath coming quick. You barely register when he slides his fingers out of you and lays on his side next to you in the bed.
“Holy SHIT” you breathe out as you open your eyes and turn your head towards him
“I’m glad” he smirks and begins to sensually lick your arousal off of his fingers, his chin still glimmering with your cum. You watched with wide eyes, squeezing your thighs together for a little pressure without even thinking. “Was that fun?” He asks as he both scoots closer to you and pulls you to him.
“Very” you nod with a soft giggle and nuzzle into his chest. You feel his erection underneath his boxers and you hike your leg over his hips gently, biting your lip as you roll yourself into his hard on.
“Ohhh, she’s ready for round two already?” Eddie smirks proudly and grinds into you as you nod. He quickly rids himself of his boxers and leans off the bed to dig in a drawer, eventually finding a condom.
“How do you like to be fucked, sweetheart?” He asks earnestly as he spits in his hand and rubs it over his now latex covered cock. Your eyes follow his hand movements, hardly registering that he’d spoken to you.
“Oh uh…doggy?” You offer like it’s a question, not really used to being asked what you like in bed.
“Ohh shit” Eddie’s face conforms into a devilish smirk as his hands begin to guide you on all fours in front of him “such a good girl, i love fucking from behind, too” you watched as his hands gently touched and then roughly grabbed at the fat of your ass and thighs, looking like the pussy drunk simp he was. He slid the tip of his cock between your folds and rocked it there as he kept worshiping your hips, kneading the muscle with his fingers, gripping like he was clinging for his life while unashamed whimpers and grunts fell from his lips. Truthfully, he had gotten a bit distracted but that was soon remedied when he heard your voice.
“Please, Eddie” you practically whimpered, your pussy dripping onto him, clenching on nothing. The sound of you begging sent a shot of lightning through him as he let out a strangled moan and immediately pressed into your entrance.
“Oh fuck.” Eddie breathed “Fuck fuck fuckkkkkk” he hissed as he slowly sank in, he leaned down to press soft kisses to your back and shoulder blades as he bottomed out.
“You okay?” He asked softly, having only heard soft moans from you for what to him felt like forever, but was really only several moments.
“Yeah” you whisper “You can move now” you emphasize your words by pushing your ass back into him, eliciting an absolutely pornographic moan from the metal head trucker as his cock sank even deeper into you. The stretch felt so good, his hands on your hips felt so good, you were simply putty in his hands, rocking your ass back, trying to keep up with the rhythm of his thrusts, but your brain was too cockdrunk to keep rhythm. You moaned and mumbled into the pillow your face was partially pressed in.
“What was that?” Eddie groaned, words separated by thrusts, and puffs of breath, and the subtle squeak of his mattress in rhythm, all but hypnotizing you, to which you only moan in reply.
“Baby, baby, baby, baby” he pants and leans over your back, hooking an arm across your front and holding his chest to your back. “Try to match my rhythm baby, go with the music” he kissed between your shoulder blades as you both slowed your hips and restarted more in sync. “That’s my good girl” he whispered against the back of your neck. You focused on the music and the delicious feeling of him fucking you, really taking his time to grind each thrust.
“How’s this feel, angel?” Eddie huffed against the skin of your back when the lack of talking got to be too much for him “cause I-I’m close” he varied the speed of his hips to tease the both of you.
“I’ll cum with you” you manage to mumble in your fucked out state. You move your hand to touch yourself but don’t get the chance, as Eddie slaps it away, scoffing.
“That’s my job baby” he murmurs as he begins a harsh circles on your swollen clit, pushing you even closer to tipping over that edge.
“Cum for me baby I wanna feel that pretty pussy grip my cock so bad” he’s practically whining through clenched teeth as you pant for a few more moments before letting go and cumming on him, clenching and whimpering, only for Eddie to release seconds later, with a low, guttural “Fuuuuuuck” as his hands relax on your hips. As you come back down to earth you feel Eddie pull you into his chest “That was so good oh my god thank you so much” he said quickly, words all running together as he continued to catch his breath.
“That was really good” you agree, nuzzling into his warm body, savoring the feeling of his arms tightly around you, but not too tight.
“You’re something else, you know that?” He asks softly, causing you to look up at him.
“Whatcha mean?” You questioned as you drank in his slightly dazed grin, slight sheen of sweat lingering on his brow, causing some of his bangs to stick.
“Nothing” he shakes his head like it’s nothing and smiles
“Do you um-do you have any water?” You ask sort of awkwardly, but Eddie just laughs and rolls over to grab a water bottle off the floor, also known as his bedside table. “Thanks” you smiled gratefully
“Can I ask something kind of weird?” Eddie asks as you hungrily gulp water.
“Sure” you answer, curiosity piqued.
“Will you…like, lay on top of me?” He asks with a bashful grin
“Won’t I crush you?”
“I hope so” he grins and lays back, patting his chest for you to come over. You straddle him and gently lay down, not letting your full weight on him out of insecurity.
“Hey” he whispers into your ear quietly but firmly “don’t support yourself. Lay. On. Me.”
“Okay” you can’t help but giggle at the embarrassment of being caught, but you let all you weight onto his torso and wrap your hands around his shoulders as his arms wrap around you. He lets out a long, contented sigh.
“Thank you” he offers softly after several moments.
“For what?” You ask as you outline the black widow tattoo with your finger.
“For letting me hold you. It feels really good” he admits and you squeeze his shoulders.
“Feels really good for me too sweet boy” you feel him squeeze you again as if you say thanks. You want to nap desperately, but know you shouldn’t. After more cuddles and whispering of sweet nothings and having him explain each one of his tattoos to you in detail, you finally sigh and sit up, collecting your clothes from the floor and beginning to redress.
“You know you could stay the night, if you wanted” he offers softly, and his sweet brown eyes tug at your heart.
“I’d really like to, but I um-I still live with my parents, so…” You admit with a shrug
“Ah” he nods and sits up, quickly pulling on the clothes he was in before the two of you tangled in his bed. “Well that was really…nice” he offers as he rubs the back of his neck and gives you a sweet smile.
“Yeah, it really was” you agree and slide on your shoes.
“Can I kiss you one more time?” He asks, as if the two of you weren’t fucking just half an hour ago.
“Yeah, definitley” you grin and nod, bashfully stepping a little closer to him. He takes the hint to make a move and cups your jaw, looking into your eyes sweetly before connecting your lips. This kiss was different from the rest you had shared with him. This was tender, and slow, still leaving you craving more when he pulled away slightly.
“Well it was lovely to meet you, sweetheart” he whispered and reconnected your lips.
“You too” you mumble against his lips before you pull away and sigh, knowing you shouldn’t put off leaving any longer. Eddie moves to the door and opens it, getting down before you so that he can help you. Once you’re safely on the ground you look up at him, truly taking in his boyish good looks and sweet smile.
“Drive safe, okay?” You ask him before pecking his cheek
“I will” he nods and blushes a little at the kiss, he really was just about the cutest thing you’d ever laid eyes on. You start to walk away towards your car, turning back to wave before you got inside.
“Bye, Peaches!” Eddie calls with a wave.
“Peaches?” You call back and laugh
“Cause you’re from Georgia!” He calls and you just giggle and climb in your car. The two of you waved to each other again before you turned out of the parking lot and headed down the highway.
Eddie sighed, hands on his hips. He’d never have believed you if you’d told him three hours ago that that was how he would spend his late afternoon. Once he couldn’t see your car anymore he climbed back into his rig, grabbing his cigarettes and looking for a lighter when he came across the box of matches in the cup holder. He grins and lights one up, thinking how he sure was glad he stopped at Ruby’s diner and truckstop off I75, it’s definitely his new favorite.
(Yes, I plan on a part two. Peaches will see Eddie again. Comment to be tagged in part 2!)
I was wondering if I could request a fic where it’s readers first time in after school detention, and it’s over something dumb like being tardy too much ‘cause she’s a good noodle, but Billy is there! And he’s all cool and flirty and shit.
Literally anything you write will be amazing! Thank youuu for sharing your work 🙏
pink slips and bland gum.
billy hargrove x fem!henderson!reader
word count: 2,229
warnings: swearing, reader has anxiety, mentions of smoking, innuendos, tension/kinda pining/both reader and billy are smartasses—this is kinda enemies to lovers OOP (also sorry i got carried away)
a/n: hi my love!! thank you so very much for your request. it makes me so happy that you enjoy my writing! thank you for reading. it is a pleasure to share my mess with you. i really like this idea! i had a similar experience in school, minus the billy or interaction with a pretty boy at all. anyhow, i hope you like this!! i decided to make it a henderson!reader as a reason for the tardiness. i hope that’s okay! *big big squeezy hug* <333
————
“God fucking dammit, Dustin!”
Your breath leaves a puffy cloud of air in front of you where you sit in your car. It’s not warm yet. You would’ve gotten up to start it earlier, but you’d overslept some, which meant Dustin overslept too.
You usually banged on his door after pulling yourself out of bed, but what with finals, you’d been up late studying and forgotten to set your clock.
The palms of your hands met the leather of the steering wheel again, one slamming into the horn, again. You couldn’t bare to give one tiny shit at this point if you woke anyone in the neighborhood up.
Dustin had always been a mess in regards to getting ready for school, but it seemed that now you drove him, he was determined to make you late as well. When your mother drove the both of you, he was ever punctual. Now, not even a little bit.
When he did finally get in the car, he realized that you were actually furious with him, not saying one word the entire trip. Not to mention you realized about halfway there that you were actually going to be late, again, a wreck diverting traffic the complete wrong way to school. A wreck you could’ve avoid if Dustin had gotten his ass outside on time.
It was safe to say that by the time you got parked and into the building, only for your first period teacher to hold up her hand at your entrance—not even bothering to look up at you—a pink slip of paper in her fingers, you were downright pissed.
You flopped down into your seat, wood cold through your jeans, and looked at the slip while simultaneously retrieving your book from your bag. It was “silent reading time,” after all.
It was a detention slip. A fucking detention slip.
Not only were you angry at yourself for oversleeping, but also because Dustin just could not bother to help you out in the mornings, not only today, but almost every damn day the past month, and now you were paying the price.
You knew Dustin would get away with it on his end though. His first period was Mr. Clarke, and he loved Dustin so much it wouldn’t matter if he set fire to the classroom.
“Afternoon Detention, 3:30pm,” it read, a blank with your name scrawled on it and a blank for your teachers signature as well.
You rolled your eyes, reaching for your wallet to check for coins, because now you needed to use the fucking pay phone and call your mother considering you wouldn’t be able to take Dustin home this afternoon anymore.
————
Claudia Henderson was less than pleased to hear that you’d gotten after school detention, but you weren’t taking any of her shit after the morning you’d had.
You may have used language that was going to get you lectured, but in the end you told her to deal with Dustin and hung up.
The rest of the day drug on and on, your leg continually bouncing throughout each class. You could feel your anxiety the whole time, a dull ache, a pain that wouldn’t go away until you got through this.
You’d never had detention before.
Never in your entire academic career.
Frankly, you didn’t see any reason to misbehave and have to stay in the hellhole that was Hawkins High School any longer than you had to. Which is why you always behaved.
And the reason for your detention sentence hadn’t even been your fault.
The last bell rang, and instead of making your way out to the parking lot with the rest of the school, you walked the other way, down the hall to Mrs. Click’s classroom.
You’d had her your junior year for English class, and though that was your best and favorite subject, she’d made it miserable, never thinking you had any talent in you whatsoever regarding writing. Which, by the way, fucking hurt.
You turned into the room, standing in the short line of other kids who had to stay just like you did.
You handed her your slip and she assessed you over the frames of her glasses, like she knew you’d end up here.
“Take a seat anywhere you’d like. You may complete any classwork you have. You may not listen to music or do anything recreational. You will be released at five pm. No sooner, no later.”
You shooed you away with a flick of her hand, and you moved to find a desk.
There really weren’t a lot of kids in the room, only five or six, and they were all spread out, clearly not wanting to be next to each other.
You went for the back row like you did in any classroom, hoping you’d find solace there.
Only when you sat down did you hear the sound of heavy boots on the floor behind you, and upon glancing up, you found the one and only Billy Hargrove sliding into the seat next to you, dropping his bag on the desktop.
You didn’t know the boy extremely well by any means, but of course you knew who he was. You had a few classes with him, some of which required working in pairs—so you’d talked to him, but you weren’t best friends forever or anything.
You tried not to roll your eyes at Billy’s apparent inability to pick a seat not so close to you, occupying yourself with pulling out your few homework assignments for the night.
“What are you in for?”
When you turned your head, Billy was already looking at you; his head propped up by his hand, blinking all slow, batting those stupid long eyelashes at you, a slow smirk ticking up the corners of his mouth. His voice gravelly, words spoken lazily, keeping his voice down for fear of Mrs. Click’s acknowledgment.
He was a dream to look at—there was no denying that.
“Apparently being tardy one too many times is not very well received.”
You flipped open a notebook, looking for the notes you’d taken earlier in the day. Billy’s hand though, covered the words.
He was holding a pack of gum, offering you a stick. You didn’t chew gum often, but you weren’t going to turn it down when he was offering it to you.
“Thank you.”
“Mhm,” Billy hummed. “Why’ve you been late so much that you got written up for it?”
You turned to face him, eyeing Mrs. Click, who was reading and half dozing in her chair, oblivious to the boy with his walkman tucked into his waistband, hair covering his headphones.
“My brother. Dustin seems to be determined to make my mornings a living hell every since I started driving the both of us. He can never get ready on time or gets distracted by something. But if it were him who needed to be somewhere and I was running late, the fucking world would end.”
Billy was watching you intently as you spoke, hanging onto your every word. This was the most you’d ever conversed, what with you always paying attention in class and everything, so he was pretty damn happy that you were paying him any attention.
He laughed lightly after you finished. “My sister, Max, is the opposite. I think she’s punctual so that she can get away from me quicker.”
“I think they’re friends, Max and Dustin,” you told him. “Maybe they’re out to get us.”
Billy let out a breath of a laugh, smiling lightly at you.
It was then that the silence ensued.
The boy was quiet for a good while, eventually digging out his own homework, what looked to be math. The math class you shared with him. The same homework you were trying to do.
“Are you any good at this stuff?” You asked him shyly, pointing to the paper on your desk as he made eye contact with you. He was really good at that. Unnervingly so.
“What, math?”
You nodded, trying not to look at his hands while he flipped a pencil around in between his fingers.
“Not always, but the stuff we’re on now I’ve got. Why, you need help?” He wasn’t mean when he asked. He wasn’t picking on you. He was genuinely offering.
“Well I got most of it done in class today, but there’s these two problems I can’t figure out. I’ve always been bad at math though, so.”
“Math is hard, okay? And it doesn’t help that O’Donnell is shit at explaining either. Which ones are buggin’ you?”
“Three and seven. I’ve got the first two steps down, but after that I get lost. I think I’m dividing wrong maybe?”
Billy read over the question on his sheet and then moved his chair out to be closer to you. The close contact was making you burn.
“May I?” He held out his hand for your paper. You picked it up and gave it to him. His eyes scanned your writing, fingers trying not to smudge the graphite from your pencil.
He scooted even closer to you. The burning continued. You tried not to think about how good he smelled, even if it was mostly of cigarettes.
“Okay, here,” he gestured with his pen, “it’s the third step where you kinda trip up. You’ve just forgotten the negative sign that goes with the parenthesis.”
You looked at your notes, realizing you had indeed forgotten that. “Huh. That makes sense. Thank you, Billy. I’m sorry for bothering you with this.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll help you anytime you need.” And then he winked. Billy Hargrove winked at you and then went back to working on his own homework.
The rest of the afternoon droned on, but eventually the hour and a half was up. Your sentence had ended.
Billy shouldered his bag, and you had the urge to grab hold of his arm and squeeze. Shit. You needed to chill.
You made sure to give Mrs. Click a glare on the way out for how she treated you, and Billy caught it.
“That was brave. I’m kind of scared of her.”
You laughed, falling into step with him on the way out of the building.
“She’s a bitch. Made my English class last year living hell. It’s easier to be brave when I know I won’t have to be in close quarters with her.”
Billy laughed then, and it was probably the sweetest sound you’d ever heard, lazy and sweet. You could’ve bottled it.
You fished your keys out halfway through the door, and when you looked up, you noticed Billy was still chewing his gum. You’d spit your piece out on the way out of detention.
“There’s no way that gum still has any flavor left.”
He turned to look at you. “Wanna find out?”
You practically choked, but he reveled in it, moving on. “Walk you to your car? It is getting dark out early this time of year, you know.”
“Sure, Billy.”
The walk was short, but he was right on you the whole time, a comforting presence. You almost squealed when he caught your bag as it slipped from your shoulder, his warm hand brushing your arm.
It was when you arrived at the driver’s side door of your car that the both of you looked up, the street lights coming on all at once, the sun having set just enough to set them off. There was some romantic joke in there, you were sure of it.
“You never asked me,” Billy said. You raised a brow, confused as to where he was going with this.
“What I was in for,” he continued. “I was gonna make a joke about you being a goody two shoes or something, but then you were all nice and gorgeous and shit, so, you know. Here I am.”
Billy leaned in, setting a gentle hand on the roof of the car, just beside your head. You were starting to think that smartass smirk of his was ever present.
“Sorry,” you started, still feeling a little brave. “You were too busy flirting up a storm.” He tossed his head back, laughing, and you tracked the movement of his Adam’s apple. “So what were you in for, Hargrove?”
“Apparently smoking in the school hallways is not very well received.”
You rolled your eyes. “Why were you smoking in the halls then?”
“Honestly? Because I was having a shit day and I needed to calm down, so I kinda couldn’t make it outside.” He shrugged his shoulders, finding it easy to talk to you for some reason.
You nodded, understanding the need to get away sometimes—more often than not. You wondered how much more of him you could understand, if he were to reveal it to you.
“Well, I’m sure we could figure out another way for you to calm down that doesn’t involve cancer sticks.”
“Yeah?” Billy grinned. “You’ll have to help me out then, huh?”
“I guess so.”
You watched as he pulled a pen out of his own bag, gesturing for you to give him your hand. When you did, the tip of the pen was cold against your palm.
“My number,” Billy told you. “For when you need help with math homework, or if you want gum or something.”
“Or something.”
He capped the pen. “Yeah. Or something.”
————
please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33
The sound of beads clinking together indicates incoming customers. It’s a Friday night, usually one of Gentlemen Only’s busiest times, but the falling snow seems to be keeping most clients at home. The exception being four guys in their mid-twenties, shaking off the snow as they walk in. Their voices are barely audible over the music pumping through the speakers.
“Strip club for a bachelor party, Munson?” one of the men is saying. “A little cliche, no?”
A loud chuckle. “Byers doesn’t seem to be complaining, and he’s the VIP here.”
“Definitely not complaining,” comes a quiet murmur from a different guy. That must be ‘Byers.’ You grin to yourself; the shy ones were always fun. You peer out from around the curtain where they can’t see you to get a peek at your clientele.
There’s one in a tan leather jacket, tall, with perfectly coiffed hair. The man next to him has a frizzy mane of dark brown curls and is wearing ripped jeans and a faded Metallica tee. Standing beside him is a guy with his hands shoved nervously in his pockets, shaking his swooping blond hair from his eyes. And the final friend had the shiniest, silkiest black hair you’ve ever seen; it’s so long, it brushes against the waistband of his brightly-colored pants.
“S’gonna be a slow night,” muses your boss, Billy, taking a drag from his cigarette. But his smile widens when he sees the men taking their seats by the stage. “Aw, shit. I know those schmucks from high school. Well,” he adds with a chuckle, “except for that dude. No clue who he is.” He points to the guy with the long hair.
“Friends of yours?” you ask, spritzing a flowery perfume between your breasts, pushed up by your lingerie.
Billy exhales a cloud of smoke. “Not exactly. But that guy?” He motions to Coiffed-Hair Man. “They used to call him King Steve. Parents’re loaded. He drove a fuckin’ Beemer; probably never even used a dime of his own to pay for gas.” He gives you a pointed look. “Y’might wanna spend some time with him. He’ll tip well.” You know what that means, and you can’t say you’re disappointed. Most of the rich customers were greasy and middle-aged. This beautiful man was a welcome change.
“And the rest of them?”
“Feel it out,” Billy shrugs. “You’re on in five.”
You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, lights illuminating the otherwise dim room. Your red babydoll lingerie leaves little to the imagination. Slipping on your matching stilettos, you make your way to your mark.
“Introducing, the incomparable, the delicious, Miss Cherry!” Billy’s voice booms over the sound system, as though he’s addressing a whole crowd. He’s such a tool, but he pays fairly, and there’s no denying you’re his favorite.
You strut out on the stage, your lips turning into a cocky smirk as you gaze at the guys. God, is there anything better than their initial awestruck expressions as they drink in your body? The curly-haired one leans forward, pressing his elbows on his thighs. His forearms are littered with tattoos.
You swivel around the pole as they gawp; four pairs of eyes following your every move. They’re in the palm of your hand—right where you want them. As you drop down low, pole between your thighs, you ask, “Who are we celebrating tonight, boys?”
The one with the swooping blond hair raises a hand timidly, and you snort. “This isn’t school,” you tease, stepping down from the stage and straddling his lap. “Although if it was, bad boys like you four would be in detention.”
“You’re familiar with that, aren’t you, Munson?” ‘King Steve’ nudges the tattooed guy, who just rolls his eyes.
You grind your hips, feeling the shy one stiffening beneath you. “What’s your name, baby?” you coo.
“J-Jonathan,” he stutters, inhaling sharply at your movement.
“Well, Jonathan,” you murmur, “let’s give you a night you won’t forget.” The rest of the group hoots and hollers. The long-haired one claps his buddy on the back proudly.
The sound of boots scraping along the carpeted floor draws everyone’s attention. Steve blurts out an incredulous “Hargrove?”, but Billy ignores him.
“If I know this guy, he’s not gonna step out on his old lady.” Billy approaches them, sneering. “Prob’ly feels guilty enough just doing this. Am I right?” He gives a malicious laugh when Jonathan nods dumbly. “Thas’ all right; Cherry still has a gift for you.” He gives you a knowing glance.
“Anyone opposed to getting some special treatment?” you question, already knowing the answer. The remaining three shake their heads, and you tut at the response. “I need a ‘no ma’am’.”
“No ma’am,” they echo in unison.
You turn back towards Jonathan. “Here’s how this works,” you whisper in his ear, continuing to give him his lap dance. “You’re gonna tell me anything you want me to do to your friends, or anything you want them to do to me.”
“Anything?” he repeats, entranced by your hips.
“Anything.”
Jonathan takes too long for Billy’s liking; an impatient sigh escapes his lips. “Give him a lap dance, maybe leave a couple hickeys,” he says, pointing at the long-haired guy. “Everyone likes a souvenir.”
You nod and climb off of Jonathan’s lap and onto his friend’s. “Your friend can decide where I mark you up,” you breathe, making small circles with your hips over the crotch of his pants. He whimpers, eyes darting in Jonathan’s direction.
“H-His neck,” Jonathan answers. “You okay with that, Argyle?”
You shake your head, offering a mischievous smile. “If you say it, I have to do it.” You suck hard bruises along Argyle’s throat, three in a row, dragging your tongue over each one. “Wear ‘em proudly.” You’re ready to move on to the next victim when Jonathan speaks up again, finally finding his voice.
“Use your hands and get him off,” he says, more assertively than before. “An’ let him play with your tits.”
Wordlessly, you unclasp the hook on your sheer top, letting it fall to the ground. Argyle’s eyes turn into saucers; hands kneading your exposed breasts, running his thumbs over your pert nipples. You unbutton Argyle’s pants and tug him out of his boxers. His cock is half-hard already, and it only gets harder when you spit on the tip and wrap your hand around it. He groans and leans back, still fondling your chest, while you straddle his thigh and glide up and down his thick shaft. “Holy shit,” he hisses, puffing out his cheeks and exhaling as you work your magic. Within minutes, he’s spilling into your hand, leaving hot white ropes of cum running down your arm.
“What should I do with the mess he made?” you ask Jonathan.
He looks flustered but recovers quickly. “Lick it off.” You do as you’re told, moaning as you suck Argyle’s cum off of each finger.
“Next customer,” you announce wickedly; Jonathan croaks out “Eddie,” and looks at the guy in the Metallica shirt. “And what’ll it be for him? More of the same?” Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “Or something else?”
Jonathan runs a hand through his hair. “Blow him?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
“T-telling you,” he affirms, palming himself over his jeans. “You’re gonna blow him.”
Eddie is ready, pulling his cock free and hissing at the release. He starts to touch himself, but you nudge his hand away. “Be patient,” you warn him, getting onto your knees between his spread legs, “or you won’t get anything at all.”
“‘M sorry,” he mutters, but his shame is short-lived as you lower your lips onto him. He’s thick, filling your mouth. His hips stutter with each swirl of your tongue around his fleshy tip. “B-Byers,” he croaks out. “Can y-you ask her to let me grab her hair?”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jonathan give him a small nod. “Eddie’s gonna touch your hair.” It’s always amusing to watch their confidence–among other things–grow with time. You feel Eddie’s ringed fingers lace through your hair as you hollow out your cheeks and take him further down your throat. Your tongue traces over the veins, letting the ridge between the shaft and the tip press against the roof of your mouth.
“God damn,” he groans, eyes rolling back with pleasure.
Behind you, Billy lets out another chuckle. “Yeah, she’s real good at that; aren’t ya, Cherry?” Your mhm sends vibrations around Eddie’s length, and with an even tighter grip on your hair, he pulls out of your mouth and cums all over your bare tits.
“Fuck, yes, s’perfect.” Disjointed words leave Eddie’s lips as he yanks on his cock, milking every last drop. He grabs a black bandana from his back pocket and wipes off his release. Before he can dispose of it, you pluck it from his fingers and tuck it into your g-string.
“‘S mine now,” you bite your lower lip seductively.
He just nods. “Whatever you want, s’good with me,” he finally manages. These boys are just so pathetic; it’s almost comical.
“Now,” Billy drawls as you stand up, “King Steve.”
Steve scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “No one calls me that anymore, Hargrove.”
Your boss’s gaze flits to you. “I’m thinkin’ we could get some use outta the private room,” he muses. “Treat King Steve like royalty.” He leans down, whispering loudly in Steve’s ear, “You want her pretty pussy, dontcha?”
Steve swallows thickly. “Yeah,” he says, voice barely audible. “Yeah, I really fuckin’ do.”
“Gonna have to run it by your buddy,” Billy sneers, jerking his mullet of curls towards Jonathan. “What d’ya say, Byers? I’d say it’s only fair, considering you took his girl.”
Jonathan’s face blanches, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room for a moment. He looks at you with wanton eyes. “Cherry, you’re gonna fuck Steve; gonna ride him until he cums.”
“And what about me?” you feign offense, lithe fingers flying to your naked chest. “Do I get to cum, too?”
Billy clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “Cherry’s workin’ real hard for you boys, and she doesn’t even get off? What a shame.”
Jonathan’s gaze is piercing as he addresses Steve. “Make her cum,” he says sharply, “twice.”
You take Steve’s hand in your own and lead him to the quiet room in the back of the club. “You up for the challenge, King Steve?” you tease.
The other guys begin to stand, dejected looks crossing their faces when Billy shakes his head. “Sorry, boys,” he laughs, “just me, Cherry, and Stevie for this one. You’ll have to use your, uh, imaginations.” He whispers something to you, and you nod in agreement, shit-eating grins on both of your faces.
The back room is quieter; you can hear the sound of Steve’s heavy breathing as the door closes behind you. You toss Eddie’s bandana to the side, sliding your g-string down to the floor. Steve is fumbling with his leather belt, movements frantic as he processes just what’s happening. He’d thought he was just going with his idiot friends for a lame bachelor party; maybe get a half-assed lap dance. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be fucking one of the dancers.
You position yourself over Steve’s cock, already dripping with precum. Grabbing a condom from the basket next to you, you rip open the wrapper and glide it down his length. Taking him in your hand, you ease your way onto him. “Y’gonna fill me up, King Steve?” you moan against his ear. You’ll never give him the satisfaction of knowing this, but he’s hung. “Remember, you’re under strict orders to make me cum twice.”
He exhales as you move your hips. “Yeah, yeah, ‘course.” But his hands stay on your thighs, unmoving. You frown at them, and then up at Billy, who gets the hint.
“Harrington,” he says gruffly. “Her clit’s not gonna play with itself. Or do you not know how to find it?”
Steve gives him the finger, using the same one to press against your sensitive bud. You shiver at his slow, deliberate circles. “Faster, faster,” you urge, rocking against him.
“S-Sorry,” he stutters. You can’t help but laugh at his malleability.
“How’d you even get your nickname, ‘King Steve’?” you ask snidely. “Don’t seem like royalty to me.” You feel him grow harder inside you. “Oh, you like when I talk down to you? Like King Steve is just a peasant?” A whimper from behind you draws your attention, and you see Billy jerking himself off.
“Keep telling him what a piece of shit he is,” he manages through ragged breaths. “Pull his stupid fucking hair and spit in his mouth.”
You grab onto Steve’s perfectly maintained coif and tilt his head back. “Open your filthy fucking mouth, Serf Steve,” you order, and he complies easily. A trail of saliva drips past your lips onto his waiting tongue. You bring your palm to his chin and close his mouth. “Swallow. Take it like the whore you are.”
His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “More,” he whimpers. “Please.”
You let out an incredulous laugh. “The begging is cute, but you know that’s not up to me.” His eyes follow yours to Billy, still fucking his own fist.
“Ride him,” he tells you. “Ride him while you cum.”
You press your hands into Steve’s shoulders, using him for leverage as you bounce on his cock. His movements speed up, pushing you to your orgasm. You clench around his cock and look him straight in his eyes as you cry out, “Oh, yes, Billy.”
Steve’s movements stall as your boss finishes on your back. “What the fuck?” he muses, mostly to himself.
“I still need another orgasm, according to your friend,” you shrug. “Couldn’t let you finish early.”
Seething that you’ve just said his enemy’s name while he is inside you, Steve grabs onto the flesh of your ass and bucks up into you, thrusting as hard as he can. He hits your g-spot over and over, and you moan despite yourself. He stretches your tight cunt completely, and there’s a hint of pain with each wave of pleasure.
“You feel s’good,” Steve mewls, now back under your control. “Please cum for me; can’t keep holding out with your wet pussy making those beautiful noises.”
You grab back onto his hair. “First of all,” you snarl, “I don’t cum for you. And second, you don’t tell me when to cum. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he chokes out. “Won’t happen again.”
“Good boy.” You match his movements and bring yourself to the edge; Steve finishes a moment later, chanting your name like a prayer.
You lift yourself off of him, whispering sweetly in his ear, “You and your friends gonna pay me now?”
Steve nods, fumbling for his wallet. Billy steps in front of you, cigarette dangling from his lips. “You go clean up, babydoll,” he says in his sweetest voice. “I’ll make sure these guys leave a real good tip.”
You beam at him gratefully. “You always take the best care of me, Billy,” you exaggerate your compliment just to get under Steve’s skin. “They should call you the king.”
As they walk out of the private room, you can hear a snippet of the conversation between the remaining three men. Eddie’s voice floats through the club:
“D’you think if I pretend to get engaged, she’ll fuck me next?”
You scoff to yourself and roll your eyes. Small-town boys are so easy.
I had an idea silly but wanted to share. Reader gets a call from Roanie's school for the first time because she felt sick and said she wanted her mom. It is the first time that the reader is called at school and she feels bursting with love and drops everything to save her daughter. When Eddie gets home he can only feel even more in love with his girls (and a little jealous 🥺
thank you for your request! eddie and roan ♥︎ fem!reader, 2k words (roan calls you mom and your name)
You're sitting bored in your office when the phone rings. Thankful for any saviour, you immediately drop the pen you'd been clicking and bring the receiver to your cheek.
"Hi, L/N speaking."
"Hi, Miss L/N, this is Dana Montgomery, the receptionist at Hawkins Elementary. We have a sick Roan Munson here, and Nurse Paula thinks it would be best if she was collected and taken home."
"Is she alright?" you ask, holding the receiver to your cheek with your shoulder as you stand.
The receptionist sighs sympathetically. "She chucked up in class, I'm afraid."
You assure the receptionist that you'll be there soon and gather your things in a rush, though you pause before you leave, perplexed. While you're more than okay with being called for Roan, the elementary school usually call you only if they can't get in touch with Eddie, and as far as you know he's safe and sound at work and completely contactable.
You grab the phone and dial in the mechanics number, uncertain. It takes a while to pick up.
"Hi, Hawki-"
"Hey, Wayne. Is Eddie around?"
"He's right here next to me, you wanna talk to him?"
"Please. Thank you."
There's a transference, a sound like fingers over the receiver, and then, "Hi, what's wrong?"
Very in character. "Did Roan's school call?" You barely pause between your question and the explanation, not wanting him to worry unnecessarily. "They called me asking to pick her up, said she threw up."
"They didn't call me. I'll go grab her-"
"No, I'll get her, I was just wondering," you say, familiar enough by now to make demands. He doesn't take any offence.
"Alright, babe. Call me if you need me. See you soon?"
His voice sounds sweet down the line. A mixture of things, the most important to you being the total trust and confidence. He doesn't think for a second you can't deal with this.
"Alright. Love you, handsome."
"I love you. Tell my girl I said the same."
You hang up without anymore goodbyes and quickly nip into your boss' office to plea family emergency. She's not pleased but not angry, and so you send her your biggest, most award-winning smile and are out of the building and behind the wheel of your car in minutes.
Your stomach aches in worry on the drive, for Roan and for yourself, because while you've picked her up from daycare when she was a little younger when Eddie couldn't make it, you've never been the first point of contact, and you haven't ever picked her up since she started elementary school. You barely know where it is, you don't know where to park, and it takes you five minutes too long to locate the main entrance.
The receptionist looks like she's expecting you. "Roan's mom?" she asks.
Your heart does a front flip. You can't help smiling, even worried as you are. "Yeah, that's me."
She calls the nurse and tells you to take a seat if you need one. You stay standing, hands clutching the ends of your coat. You've undergone the craziest transformation, in being Roan's stepmom (though you don't call yourself her stepmom, you just say mom, following her lead) It's a peculiar thing to suddenly love someone like this, and to be ramped with worry every time she's sick. You and Eddie had spoken about it once.
Why do I feel so terrified when she scrapes her knees? Is that normal? you'd asked.
It's normal. It fades a little, after time. He'd found your hand in the sheets and squeezed it. I mean, I've had time to get used to it. When she was a baby, I pretty much lost my mind every day thinking she'd die. It was awful.
It is awful, you'd said. When does it go away?
It doesn't, really… Do you mind?
Of course you didn't mind, and you don't now. You'll undergo the anxiety that comes with loving her if it means you get to love her — it's a no-brainer.
Roan appears down the hall in her change of clothes, shepherded by the nurse's hand behind her small shoulders. There's a bag hanging from the nurse's other hand that very likely contains the clothes Roan had puked on.
"Hey, baby," you say, enthusing your tone with as much love and affection as you can, because Roan looks like the saddest little girl in the world right now.
The instantaneous change in her expression when she looks up reaffirms everything you'd thought. If getting to love her comes with stomach churning worry every now and then, you can take it. Her smile lights up the room, and she takes a series of quick but wobbly steps until she's close enough to swing up into your chest.
She smells sick, but she's soft and small as ever in your arms. You get one arm under her butt and the other behind her back as she wraps her arms and thighs around you like a clinger, as she usually does when you get home from work.
"What happened, princess?" you ask softly.
She hadn't been crying when she appeared. She doesn't look far from it now, big brown eyes shiny with unshed tears. Her eyelashes are stuck together in triangles, evidence that she'd been crying at one point. You rub her shoulders. "Say, huh? You're not feeling well?"
"Roan hasn't thrown up since the first time in class, so I haven't administered any anti-nausea or anything," the nurse says.
You look up from Roan's heartbreaking face and offer your hand for the bag of her dirty clothes. "Thank you so much for taking care of her."
The nurse smiles. "That's my job. Bye, Roan. Feel better soon, okay?"
"Bye miss Paula," Roan says quietly.
You love her. She's an angel. And you're allowed to say that because you've seen buckets of tantrums at this point. She's an angel regardless.
You thank the receptionist and hike Roan up higher on your chest. She's at the age where you can still get away with carrying her, though your office job doesn't exactly supply you with the muscles necessary for it, and your arms are sore by the time you get to the car.
She's weirdly quiet when compared to her usual self but from what you know when she gets sick and overwhelmed, this is normal for her.
You get her in her car seat, and surprise her when you climb into the back and close the door.
"Mom?" she asks, perplexed.
Every time she calls you mom, you're unreasonably happy. Sometimes she calls you by your first name, and you wouldn't rush her into anything but you have hope that one day you'll be just mom. If you aren't, that's okay. But you still hope.
"What, baby?" you ask, reaching for the wet wipes stuffed in the chair in front of her. "How are you feeling, mm? Still sick?"
"I feel okay."
You smile and start to wipe down her face carefully with a wet wipe. Her nose is runny, and her eyes are sticky from tears.
"I'm glad…" You drop your hand into her lap. "Dad says to tell you he loves you, and he'll see you soon."
"I asked for mom."
You smile at her, and you can't resist chucking her under the chin gently. "You did?"
"They always call dad, but I wanted you to come."
"I'll always come. Whenever you want me to, I'll be there for anything, Roanie, I mean it. Even if it's something small or something really big."
Tears burn behind your eyes. You don't cry, fighting the knot in your throat and mirroring Roan's smile. She looks so reassured, her little pout pulling into a smile just like Eddie's.
You're excited to marry Eddie because he's Eddie. He's yours, your love, your baby. He's a juxtaposition if they ever made one, loud and brash and irrational, sweet and gentle and the best dad in the world. You love him for his heart, and his callused hands, and his amazingly trim waist. But honestly, sometimes, you think you could love him for making Roan alone. That one thing, this one gift, it's something you'll be grateful for and impressed by for the rest of your life.
You get to be his, and you get to be Roan's mom. It's the greatest double win in history.
—
He finds you exactly where he's expecting, in your work clothes lying on the couch with his sick Roanie curled up smack dab on top of you. Your hand pets a slow rhythm through her hair, which you've freed from her bunches. You've been raking your hands through it long enough to detangle every knot, her curls dark and silky, if a little damp.
Eddie gets home a little later than usual with a restocked kiddie pharmacy and lots of soup. He marvels at the soup stereotype, and he knows from experience that soup genuinely cures at least 40% of any sickness. The one you make from scratch probably cures upwards of 60%, but he's lazy and he's bad at making soup, so he blows some cash at Bradley's and hopes it'll do the same trick.
"Hey," he says, leaning over the couch to kiss your head. You smile in greeting.
He skirts around entirely and kneels in front of Roan, tilting his head to the side in mirror. "Hi, babe."
"Hi, daddy," she croaks.
He pouts at her dramatically. "How are you feeling? Bad?"
"She's scorching," you murmur, concerned.
"I feel okay but I threw up in the art room and I had to change into my Dolly Dotty t-shirt at school."
He raises his eyebrows to show he's listening. "Oh, no."
He presses the back of his hand to her head carefully. Roan is hot, and her forehead is damp with perspiration.
"I'll get it," you say, "we'll swap."
"D'you know where the thermometer is?" he asks you, murmuring too as he brushes hair back from Roan's face. She smiles at him. Eddie finds it hard to smile back. It's obvious she's at the beginning of a flu.
This is not going to be easy.
"No," Roan moans as soon as you start to move, hands clutching your sides, "no, stay."
Eddie sees both your delight at being wanted and your sheepishness. He knows you try not to overstep, because he's her dad, he's always going to be her dad, and he's known and loved her for a lot longer than you have. But you should know by now it doesn't matter. Roan loving you makes him love you more, and vice versa.
"It's fine," he says, putting on airs like it is not fine, drama seeping into every line of every word, "whatever, right? She's mommy's girl now, I get it."
You fluster visibly, tamping down a smile.
Roan hums her agreement and hides her face in your chest. "Yeah, I'm mommy's," she says.
"Roan, you're breaking your old man's heart here."
"Sorry, daddy."
He kisses her ear where it's poking through her hair. "It's okay. I understand." He leans in to whisper. "I don't understand. Me and you are gonna fight as soon as you're better, and I'm gonna win. Get ready, bub."
She gives a weak giggle. "You're silly."
"I'm silly?" he asks, dad tone firmly in place, all giddy excitement and sweetness as he presses his lips to her cheek. "You better watch it, Roan, or I'm calling Uncle Wayne. You think he'd let you talk to me like that?"
She shrugs her shoulders.
You laugh and pat her back, clearly delighted at his misfortune. "Don't worry, princess, I'm on your side. Dad always loses against me."
"That's not fair," Eddie argues, "you're a cheater."
And you do cheat. Little arguments are almost always turned in your favour. You do this annoying (extremely loving) thing where you get your hands on his cheeks and stroke the skin under his eye with your thumb that makes him feel fifteen again, the rush of a new crush, and you soften your eyes and lean in and explain your half of the argument again in a tone that knows it's winning. He hates it. (He would die if you never did it again.)
"How dare you," you murmur, pulling Roan's head into the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closed in content.
"How dare I," he says dryly.
He looks down at both of his girls and can't believe how lucky he is, how this all turned out. He wishes he could go back and tell a younger him that he doesn't have to worry — that late nights spent panicked and afraid he'd be alone forever are entirely wasted. Roan's leg drifts down your hip and lands wonky on the couch. Your hands rub mildly at the length of her back.
"I'm gonna make dinner, okay?" he asks.
You and Roan both hum.
He burns with envy, he's not too proud to say. "There better be room for me after."
You laugh under your breath. "Whatever you want, baby. Now shush, we're sleeping."
if you'd taken an arrow (and run it right through me)
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: five times you and Eddie pretended not to know each other + one time you didn’t.
“Isn’t that that cheerleader?” Mike asked, his voice the picture of innocence as he pointed you out, eyes trained on Eddie’s face. Dustin narrowed his eyes as Eddie made a big show of trying to follow Mike’s finger.
“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, scratching the back of his neck. “They all look like cheerleaders to me.”
warnings: cheerleading injury, underaged drinking, mentions of smut
Synopsis: Girls' night at Billy and Max's new place takes a turn when El insists on you marrying Billy.
Warnings: Mentions of Neil, extreme fluff, mutual pining (because I'm a whore for that shit)
Word Count: 4056
A/N: This might be the fluffiest thing I've written. It's also the longest. And yes, I still have requests to finish. But life really said, "It's Billy's time," and I'm not mad about it.
You were fiercely protective over Max and El since you met. They became the younger sisters you never had. You’d do anything for them. And you always made sure to plan something with them as often as possible.
Today, you three were holed up at Max and Billy’s new place. It wasn’t much. It was a steal since it’d been so run down no one else wanted it. You and the rest of your group helped fix up what you could. After everything you’d all been through, it created an untouchable bond. And everyone was eager to help in whatever way they could, especially once Max confided in you about Billy’s father. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Neil was a shitty person. He gave off enough hostility to power a freight train. A few months after renovating, the house was finally livable. And between your car and Billy’s, they moved within the hour.
All three of you were on the floor around the coffee table, snacking on candy and discussing very important business.
“Okay, okay,” Max said, trying to rein in her laughter. “El, kiss, marry, kill…The Outsiders.”
You grinned and leaned closer as El looked down in thought.
“Kiss Sodapop, marry Johnny, and…I don’t want to kill anyone,” she said timidly.
And because it was El, you and Max accepted that.
You faced Max. “I’m guessing yours would be the same?”
“I’m killing Steve,” she added, and you snickered. “What about you?”
You hummed, running through the characters before picking three.
“Kill Two-Bit, kiss Darry, marry Dally,” you said with a nod.
“Dally’s an asshole!” Max groaned, slapping her thighs.
“But he’s hot,” you countered.
“But he’s an asshole,” she repeated, giving you a look.
“But he’s hot.”
After a few seconds, you all started giggling. You really loved spending time with these two.
El grew quiet, deep in thought, and she made you and Max stop laughing with her question.
“What about Billy?”
Your brow furrowed. “Billy?”
She nodded. “Would you marry him?”
Your face grew warm. Did El think because you liked the bad boy character in a film, you liked one in reality?
Billy had never been outright rude to you—his attitude rubbed you the wrong way—cocky and smug like he knew he could get away with almost anything. It wasn’t until after the mind flayer that you befriended him.
You’d describe your friendship as…quiet. You didn’t hang out together—only in a group with everyone or Steve and the other adults. Usually, though, you saw him most when you, Max, and El hung out.
You were the girls’ friend first and foremost. When you started picking Max up when they lived with their parents, he always scowled at you through the door as she raced to your car. Later, you thought it had something to do with Neil’s reactions to his stepdaughter not being home even though he knew where Max was. You had enough knocks on the door from Billy to put two and two together.
Now, Billy was relaxed when you picked her up or stayed over. You sometimes wondered if he was glad Max had you to rely on now that it was just him and his stepsister. If she ever needed anything, he could count on you to lend him a hand.
So while he wasn’t the same rage-filled boy you knew in high school, his reputation still preceded him. Though now you knew him in a different light—provider, protector, and maybe that was why you started to like him.
You shook your head to rid yourself of that thought.
“I…Well, I…I don’t…” Jesus Christ! How were you supposed to answer this without giving yourself away?
Just then, a car door slammed. Billy’s home.
He threw his jacket on the hook and his keys on the table and stopped when he noticed you, Max, and El.
His eyes seemed to linger on you before addressing everyone.
“Hey,” he said, mentally kicking himself. Couldn’t he think of anything better to say? Maybe “you look nice,” not “hey.”
“How was work,” you asked, still trying to shake off El’s question and the fact that he walked in as if summoned.
“Fine. Didn’t know you’d be over.” He would've cleaned up and made it look nice. Maybe then he could cook you dinner.
He had to stop from asking if this little get-together was overnight. He sure hoped so.
“I dragged her out of her house for girls' day. They’re sleeping over, too,” Max said. Maybe she could read his mind—maybe that was why most of your time was spent at Billy’s place and not yours—because Max knew he needed an excuse to talk to you since the mind flayer.
He nodded slowly and gestured toward the bathroom.
“I’m gonna take a shower. Order pizza or I can make spaghetti?” he asked.
You tilted your head at his words. Billy cooked?
It made sense. You’re sure he’s had to fend for himself most of his life. You just never thought about him in the kitchen.
Before you could say anything, El said, “I like spaghetti.” And that seemed to settle it.
When Billy left, Max leaned forward. “Don’t worry, he’s actually a really good cook.”
And to play off your daydreams of Billy cooking you breakfast, you said, “I’ll be the judge of that.”
—
When Billy emerged from the steamy bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you were both relieved and disappointed your back faced him.
The girls were telling you their boyfriend troubles, and it took everything in you not to imagine the remaining water tracing Billy’s toned stomach.
“Sometimes I think you have the right idea,” Max said, flopping back in the chair.
You blinked, coming back to reality. “Me? What idea is that?”
“Being single.” She shrugged. “Boys are a pain in the ass.”
You rolled your eyes. “While that is true, sometimes I think it’d be nice to have my person, you know?”
“Your person?” El asked, furrowing her brow.
“Someone who’s always there for you, no matter what. They accept every part of you, good and bad.” You sighed. “They're the person you want to be around the most.”
She looked at you seriously. “We are your person.”
It nearly brought tears to your eyes. One of the many reasons you loved El was her heart.
“C’mere,” you whispered, holding open your arms.
She scootched toward you and wrapped her arms around your waist.
“You too.” You motioned Max over.
That’s how Billy found you three, hugging each other on the couch like you were trying to absorb into one being.
“Am I interrupting some girl thing?” he asked, opening the cabinet.
You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. “No, you’re fine.” You looked over the back of the couch. “Anything I can help with?”
He gave you a flirty smile. “Don’t worry. I got it.”
It didn’t take long for him to announce it was ready, and you all grabbed your plates and huddled around the coffee table again. A little thrill went through you when Billy sat beside you, taking your dish from you and setting it down so you could lower yourself.
It was quiet for a few minutes as you all took your first bites. It was only pasta and marinara sauce, but it hit the spot. Maybe it was because Billy made it.
“I’m impressed,” you said, waving your fork around your plate.
“I’m a man of many talents,” Billy mused, warmth blooming in his chest.
“Does this mean you’ll marry Billy?”
You nearly choked on the bite you took. You wished she could read minds so you could scream, “Not the freaking time!”
Billy’s face flushed as he glanced between you two.
“Am I missing something?” He tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating. You wanted to marry him? Well, no. It sounded like you didn’t want to marry him. Why didn’t you want to marry him?
“No,” you said quickly. Billy tried to convince himself his chest didn’t constrict at that word.
“(Y/N) would marry Dally,” El said. “And Dally’s an asshole.”
You put your face in your hands. There was no stopping her.
“And I’ve called you an asshole so many times.” Max provided as an explanation.
Billy could only look at you, and as you curled further in on yourself, he smirked—even though he’d been called an asshole twice—maybe there was something to El’s question.
“Didn’t think you were into that type,” he said, leaning back against the couch.
“I’m not. Not really.” You couldn’t look at him, opting to push the noodles around your plate.
“No? Then what is your type, sweetheart?”
He was teasing you. You could push back with teasing.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“That’s why I asked.” And the way he said it, it took on a seriousness you weren’t prepared for—like he really wanted to know because he cared about the answer. Like it meant something to him.
“I—”
The phone saved you. And Max jumped up.
“It’s probably Lucas,” she said. They’d been having a good week.
You took the opportunity to excuse yourself. “I’m gonna change.”
You grabbed your things and closed the bathroom door.
—
Billy watched as you fled. It was cute how flustered he could make you. And that’s when an idea struck him.
With you and Max busy, he turned to El.
“You think she likes me?” he asked, leaning toward her.
“Do you mean like like?” She stared at him with those big innocent eyes.
He nodded.
“I think so.”
“You think so? She hasn’t said anything to you or Max? Girls talk about that stuff at girls' night, right?” He bit his cheek. Was he reading the signs wrong? Were his feelings clouding his judgment?
Since his recovery, you’ve always been there. You made sure he took care of himself and kept an eye on Max. When he told you about the rundown little place he found, you got Hopper on board to pull a few strings and help remodel. Hell, you got everyone to help.
He still remembered the day you painted the walls, and you and Robin put handprints on each other's chests. He and Steve had said, “What about us,” and you and Robin fitted them with their own set. He still had that shirt.
Even the shit that went down with Steve. You were somehow able to mend things between them. It took a lot of work, and arguments popped up, but with you there, he did it. He didn’t have many friends at Hawkins High—they were a means to an end. However, now? He had ones that would have his back in an apocalyptic world. And it was because of you.
You were his rock, even if you didn’t know it. And he wanted to be that person for you.
“She doesn’t tell us,” El said. “But she looks at you the way Nancy looks at Jonathan.”
He knew the look she was talking about, and he hoped she was right.
“Thanks,” he said quietly.
“You…You like her, right?” she asked tentatively.
He smiled fondly. “More than Eggos.”
El giggled.
He shook his head slightly, smile remaining, mumbling, “Just want her ‘round all the time.”
She beamed, but before she could say another word, you and Max returned.
—
Everyone seemed to forget about the conversation before the phone rang. When you came out of the bathroom, El asked if you could start watching movies, and Max quickly put The Karate Kid in.
What surprised you the most was Billy making popcorn and bringing everyone a soda. You thought he’d retreat to his room like he usually did, but he sat next to you on the couch as the girls spread out on the floor with their own bowl of popcorn.
Halfway through the movie, the sun had set, and the air grew cooler. You rubbed your arm absentmindedly, focused on the screen. You vaguely noticed Billy disappearing somewhere, and when he returned, he held a sweatshirt.
Your heart sped up a little at his offer.
You played it off and raised an eyebrow when he handed it to you.
“You’re cold, right,” he asked, putting it in your lap when you didn’t take it right away.
You shook your head. “It’s not that. I’m just shocked you own a sweatshirt.”
He rolled his eyes but held back a smile. “Very funny.” Then when he was settled. “Indiana’s fucking cold.”
You slipped it over your head, the material warming and engulfing you in his scent. Bunching the sleeves into your fists, you leaned against the cushion and tucked your legs under you.
“Thank you,” you whispered.
He shrugged. “Don’t mention it.”
The movie soon ended, and Max inserted the second film.
Neither you nor Billy spoke after that. It was…nice...being there with him.
Between him and his sweatshirt, you were surrounded by warmth. The noise from the TV lulled into the background, and before you knew it, you were asleep.
Billy noticed almost immediately. He’d been arguing with himself about whether to put an arm around you after he gave you his hoodie.
After the shit he went through, Billy didn’t go after women. He was so in his head about what he’d done—what the monster made him do—he thought everyone was better off if he stayed away. And his body wasn’t the same afterward. Part of him wondered if you’d recoil if he touched you.
And then your head was on his shoulder. Your soft breathing in his ear. And he froze for a second. But then he sunk into you.
If this was the only time you’d be this close to him, he would take it.
He carefully moved his arm to pull you closer, and you shifted in your sleep to snuggle into him. He let his cheek rest against your head for one…two…three…four…five seconds, then lifted back up. He didn’t want Max or El to catch him and ask questions.
It wasn’t long until the movie ended, and the girls were passed out on the floor. And Billy debated staying right where he was, but he knew he shouldn’t.
He did indulge and place a feather-light kiss on the crown of your head before laying you down and pulling a blanket over you. He did the same for El and Max. And once the VHS was safely back in its case, he walked to his room with a final look at you thrown over his shoulder.
—
When the rising sun hit your eyelids, all you wanted was to turn over and go back to sleep. The sizzle of a frying pan and the smell of pancakes made you sit up.
Billy was by the stove, waiting to flip them and keeping a watchful eye on the bacon.
“Smells good,” you whispered, mindful of the two sleeping girls. Billy’s sweatshirt protected you from the morning chill.
He glanced at you and quirked his lips up. “It’s almost ready.”
You gave him a small smile in return, and it took you a moment to realize he had never done this before. Dinner was one thing, but breakfast was entirely different.
“What brought this on?” you asked, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.
He shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to impress you again.” He finally turned around to face you and crossed his arms, spatula in hand.
You let out a breathy laugh, looking down before eyeing the cooking pancakes.
“Don’t let them fold in on themselves when you flip them, and you’re golden,” you teased.
He raised a brow at you, turned around, and seamlessly flipped both over before setting the spatula down and facing you once more.
You held your hands up in surrender. “Consider me impressed.”
“Good.” He pulled a mug out of the cabinet for himself. “You sleep okay?”
You shrugged. “Good enough. Didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”
He would have gladly lent you his bed. He didn’t even need to be in it with you. He would’ve taken the small couch he had crammed in his room.
“Good thing you don’t snore. I think Max would’ve suffocated you,” he said.
You bumped your shoulder with his. “She likes me too much.”
You stared at each other for a moment. Something about Billy in the morning, with the soft light from the sun reflecting in his eyes and shading his hair, was almost breathtaking. He was relaxed, and you hoped it slowly became his new normal.
His eyes trailed down to your lips, and you swore you stopped breathing until you glanced away and saw the pancakes.
“Better watch before they burn,” you said, swallowing to rid yourself of your dry throat.
He had forgotten about them as he took you in. From your pajamas to your still-sleepy gaze and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest—you seemed so…at home here.
He tried to shake that thought as he plated breakfast and set it down at the kitchen table.
You could lean against the counter every morning, sipping coffee as he made you both breakfast. He’d peck your lips each time he passed you for something, and as he waited for things to finish cooking, he would wrap his arms around your shoulders and bury his nose in your hair. Your arms would tighten around his waist, and you’d both stand there, completely content as the warm rays filtered in.
Since last night, since El’s question, a spark had ignited within him. The flicker of…hope, something he hadn’t felt since…since…he didn’t even know when. You didn’t say you wanted him explicitly, but if El saw a connection between him and Dally, then maybe you did too. He couldn’t deny that he’d been a dick in the past. He was still trying to correct those mistakes. But where Dallas Winston had Johnny, Billy had…well…the closest he could think of was you.
And potentially having a life with you? That didn’t sound too bad. Not at all.
You sat across from one another. You could feel Billy’s eyes on you. When you glanced up from your breakfast, he gave you a smirk as if to say, “Impressed?”
You were about to speak, but he beat you to it.
“So, we didn’t finish our discussion last night.”
“Discussion?” You tilted your head.
He nodded and tried to keep his smug smirk at bay. “You into the bad boy type, sweetheart?”
Your eyes widened before you covered your face with your hand. “Didn’t the time for this pass?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “C’mon, tell me, what’s it about him that gets you goin’?”
You shook your head and attempted to suppress your smile. Even though this was embarrassing, you still found Billy cute.
“I’m not doing this with you and that dirty mind of yours. It’s too early. Besides, the girls are still sleeping,” you said, taking a sip of coffee.
“Oh please, Max used to hear me with girls.” He stated it like a fact, without pride or accomplishment in his voice.
“I know. She’s complained to me multiple times,” you said matter-of-factly.
He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing pink. It surprised you.
He shrugged as if to shake off his actions. “Guess Winston and I are different then.”
“That’s not such a bad thing.” You hoped your smile told him that it really wasn’t a bad thing—that you genuinely liked the person he was growing into—that you cared for him.
“Hope so,” he said softly, taking a bite.
You could’ve stayed there and stared at him for the rest of the day. His eyes were so blue, his hair still a bit messy, and he just looked…he just looked content.
You wanted to reach across the table, grab his hand, hold it between yours and trace each finger. Maybe he’d stop you by pulling your hand to his lips. Maybe, you’d follow with your own.
And as soon as that thought reared its head, Max and El strolled into the kitchen.
“You made pancakes?” Max’s face scrunched up.
“We have guests,” Billy said with a shrug. Like he was concerned with being a good host.
At least for you, he was.
“When has that forced you to do anything?” she asked, stacking her plate.
You locked eyes with Billy from across the table and smiled shyly.
—
“So, you coming here next week?” he asked, putting your bag in the backseat for you.
You shook your head. “It’s at mine next week. Parents are away for a few days. I was thinking of making it an all-weekend thing.”
He slowly nodded, disappointed he wouldn’t see you—only to drop Max off and pick her up.
“Just let me know when I can get the shitbird out of my hair.” It’s all he thought to say to hide his discontentment.
You pursed your lips. It was now or never. “Actually, I was thinking—if you weren’t too busy, maybe you could come over, too? I know it’s technically ‘girls' night,’ but…last night was really nice.”
He tried to keep his face neutral, make it seem like he wasn’t experiencing heart palpitations, but his smile couldn’t stay hidden. It made you immediately relax.
“I’ll be there,” he said.
The way he looked at you sent shivers up your spine and heat through your veins. It was like he couldn’t believe you were real. You’d never seen him have this warmth in his gaze. Like he’d happily follow you anywhere and listen to every word you said.
You returned his smile with a gentle one of your own. “Good,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly.
He really was beautiful in the sunlight. His skin full of its own sun. You were so close to each other earlier that you felt it radiating off him. It took everything in you not to rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle in.
He took a step forward, resting a hand on the roof of your car. “We all gonna sleep on the floor at yours, too?”
You lightly bit your lip. And fuck, you were in for the best kind of trouble. “Depends on how much you impress me.”
“And what do I have to do to make that happen?” There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do.
You tried to repress your smile as you leaned to whisper in his ear. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips. He shivered when your breath hit his skin.
“You’ll have to figure it out.” You pulled back with a little smirk, and he let out a soft chuckle.
His gaze flitted from your eyes to your lips and back again. His hand came up to caress your cheek, grazing his thumb there.
“Not even a little hint?” he asked teasingly.
“Where’s the fun in that?” You pushed your head further into his hand.
He hummed. “Guess you’re right. Have to earn it.”
You grinned. “I have complete faith in you.”
And even though you were both joking with each other, that meant more to him than he would ever admit. You believed in him. You had gotten to know him and helped him through the hardest parts of his life without even knowing it. He wanted to prove to you that trust wasn’t misplaced. That he deserved your patience, your kindness, your love.
Without another thought, he pulled you into his embrace. He held onto you like he was afraid to lose you—like you’d suddenly change your mind and not see him.
You could feel it in the way he held you. You struck something, something crucial, something he needed to hear. So, you hugged him back, smoothing your hand up and down his spine.
When you pulled away, you slipped your hand into his. “I should probably get going.”
He nodded. “Get home safe.”
“Thanks, Billy,” you said. “I’ll see you next week.”
Before you could step around him, he encircled your wrist gently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“See you next week, sweetheart,” he said, a smirk slipping back onto his face.
You shook your head slightly as you climbed into your car, waving to him as you pulled out.
He stood there, watching you drive further away from him. And he knew you two were about to be much much closer.
cant stop thinking about eddie being a natural dom with bimbo reader 🥺
morning !!!! 🌞
yes it would come so naturally to him aww :( like steering you through a crowd by your hips because he knows you wander off, patting your head when you get something right with a proud smile, grabbing your hand before you walk out and cross the street without looking, yanking you back into him. “what do we do at the cross walk, angel?” he’d recite, flatly and a little condescending.
“we look both ways.” you’d pout and he’d nod, patting your head.
“thats m’girl.”
if someone called you dumb he’d sit you on his lap and wipe away your tears, mascara dripping off his thumbs as you sniffle, looking into his big brown eyes with your own big watery ones.
“that wasn’t very nice of them was it? they sure need their ass kicked for that.” he’d shake his head. “dont listen to them doll face. you’re clever where it counts. only i’m allowed to call you names like that, isn’t that right? i happen to like when your brain is all empty just for me.”
if someone in the group asks you a question you just “uhhhhhhh” looks at eddie who swoops in, as he does alllll the thinking for you.
interviewer: would you say you’re an independent thinker?
summary You're clumsy and trip over your own feet, due to the hurry you're in to not be late to school. Spraining it wasn't your intention. or, Billy gets incredibly protective when he finds he has to get you to the hospital instead of school.
word count 707
tags reader gets hurt
notes wrote this really randomly but I thought it was funny and cute, enjoy!
masterlist | navigation
You wake up with a bad feeling in your stomach, like you'd forgotten something. The sun shines bright and almost blinds you when you eventually open your eyes. Wait. The sun shouldn't be out. You startle and look at your alarm clock. It was forty minutes after your usual wake up time.
Gasping, you jump out of bed, your legs getting tangled up in your bed sheet in the process. With a yelp you fall, your foot twisting painfully in a way it shouldn't be in. You land face first on your floor - for once it was great you had carpeted floors - and cry out in pain before you remember why you were in a hurry.
Getting up with your bed sheets trying to keep your legs imprisoned was complicated and you huff angrily as you tear them off and try getting up. The pain shoots through your leg and you fall again, this time you stay down and simply reach for your phone.
Billy stumps his cigarette out before grabbing his keys, ready to leave and pick you up. Instead, the phone rings. "Hello?" He picks up. Instead of a normal answer he hears a pained groan and then- "Babe, I think I sprained my ankle."
-
It's to no one's surprise that he hangs up, rushes out and speeds off to get you and see in what condition you were. All he knew was that you were hurt - which was enough for him to drop everything (he wasn't mad about missing school anyway) and rush to your side.
You'd decided to stay on the floor, defeated, and listen to the front door open and slam close. Then follow heavy footsteps and seconds later your door opens. You grin and wave at him, his gaze meeting yours and he sighs, going to kneel next to you, "You're unbelievable, you know that?" You just shrug, "Personally, I think I'm pretty cool," you sass and he looks like he's going to slap you in the face.
"If you weren't hurt I'd leave." Acting wounded you put a hand on your heart and frown. He rolls his eyes before reaching to roll up your loose pajama pants. He sucks air in sharply when he sees whatever, "What the fuck did you do?" With a few embarrassed "uh"'s you explain the situation while he carefully hoists you into his arms and sets you onto your bed, where this whole mess started. "Let's get you dressed and to the hospital," he explains when you look confused at him searching through your closet.
You look down at the old t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and the worn out cookie monster sweatpants, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He looks at you over his shoulder before retrieving a simple woolen hoodie and some loose denims, in his other hand socks, etcetera.
You smile at his focused expression when he carefully slips the pants off of you, managing to do so without touching your foot once. He looks proud for a second before schooling his expression into a serious one again. Chuckling, you pat his cheek affectionately, "I appreciate this, love," he definitely beams on the inside at this but stays blank on the outside.
When he's done helping you change you fix your hair quickly and a good half hour later you're out of the door and on your way to the hospital.
-
You get some crutches and a strict ban from any sports for the next month and then you're out of there. Billy still tries helping as much as possible, but since there wasn't anything for him to do, he sulks quietly while walking next to you.
"Stop pouting, you can help me back into something comfortable at home," he perks up at that and nods.
It's funny - to everyone else he was still the resident bad boy that had slept with half of, well, Hawkins while to you he was soft and sweet.
