𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you and eddie are friends —and really, what's a little shotgunning amongst friends? [ 7.4k ]
𝗰𝘄: friends to lovers, dubcon bc they're high, reader with a vagina & breasts, drug use (weed), smoking & shotgunning, pathetic attempts at dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, and goofy eddie (always)
𝗮/𝗻: the stoner in me came out at the beginning, ngl. this is just a horny culmination of my need to shotgun with eddie and also to rub his sweaty body with my own. and yes, that one part is inspired by the gifs of the hoard scene featuring joe's tight little ass grinding away.
Can you do a billy Hargrove x reader and the reader kinda just gives off this : https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRqVRPgo/
Vibe but can you maybe do it as he sees her on his first day and just knows she’s different
SMOKE BREAK - BILLY HARGROVE X READER
W.C 612 -INBOX(please request)- GIF CREDIT TO OWNER
Every single cheerleader at Hawkins High looks like a cookie-cutter mold to Billy. Perfect hair, perfect clothes, perfect shoes, perfect boyfriend, perfect life. Looking at them is like looking at a row of dolls in a store, each packaged properly and unattainable to any passersby.
It isn't until he catches you smoking behind the gym that he takes notice of other details: one of your white shoelaces is singed, blackened from what he assumes is a cigarette burn. There's a loose string on your skirt, and your cardigan is slipping off of your shoulder. There's a stain in the white fabric of your top, a deep red like wine.
He'd already been fumbling with his pack of cigarettes when he'd stepped out of the gym but he freezes for a second when he sees you, eyes flitting over your lit smoke.
You loll your head lazily to the side and it showcases a sticker on your cheek, a purple star. You glance down at the cig between his fingers, "Need a light?"
You've got your game face on, Eddie just misunderstands why. He thinks you've squared your shoulders and furrowed your brow to remind yourself that you're tough, that you're awesome, and that it doesn't matter what his uncle thinks of you (even though he knows he'll love you). Really, it's because you're about to rage against the man currently opening the door.
"Wayne," Eddie grins, holding up your joined hands, "This is-"
"You," Wayne seethes, glare sharp enough to fool his nephew, "What the hell are you doing bringin' 'round a criminal, son?"
"A- A what?"
"Oh, not you," You scoff, dropping Eddie's hand to cross your arms over your chest, "Eddie, you didn't tell me your uncle was a psychopath."
"Psycho- What? You're the one that keyed my car!"
"You hit me with it," You seethe, spitting mad, "And then you just drove away! You laughed, you're fucking insane!"
"You- you what? Wayne!" Eddie looks aghast at his uncle, "The first time I get a girlfriend you run her over?"
"She was in my way," The old man gripes, "Tell her to stop jaywalking."
"Jaywalking? And- and baby," He turns to you, eyes wide and afraid, "You slashed his tires? I- I mean, that's fucked up that he did that but- but did you really do that?"
"She called me a coot, too," Wayne insists, but after punctuating his sentence, his frown falters, and his jaw nearly snaps from how hard he's clenching it, trying to keep his laughter in."
"You are a coot," You huff, but his concealed laughter only makes your own bubble up, "And- and another thing, old man..."
"Yeah? Gimme a reason," Wayne raises a fist, all bark and no bite, "Just- just gimme a reason to, and I'll- I'm sorry, I can't."
His chest puffs with laughter, and the way Eddie's standing fear-stricken makes you dissolve as well. He's perhaps more afraid of the two of you when you break down laughing together, leaning on the doorframe or folded over at the waist. He almost wishes you'd start shouting again.
"Okay, guys," He calls warily, "What's going on?"
"She works at the gas station I stop by for cigarettes." Wayne waves a hand at Eddie, "I knew you two were together when I saw that ring on her hand." He points to a particularly gaudy one of Eddie's that he'd given you as a token of his admiration."
"Sorry, Eddie," Your sentence begins with a giggle and ends with a sigh as you butt your head against his chest, "We just wanted to freak you out."
"You did," He shakes his head, eyes closed, "i thought you were gonna knock her lights out, Wayne. And- wait! You said you quit smoking!"
This time it's Eddie with fire in his eyes, and you give Wayne a teasingly panicked look from over Eddie's shoulder.
"Yeah, I told you that 'cause I wanted you to think it," Wayne drawls, "I buy a pack after work every week."
"You're not allowed to sell him any more," Eddie whirls on you, and you drop the face, "Understand?"
"Yes, sir." You fake-salute, "Now can we get inside? I want to hang out with your uncle."
"I've been meanin' t'ask you," Wayne welcomes you into the trailer with an arm out that wraps around your shoulders as you cross the threshold, leaving Eddie alone on the front steps, "Did you ever get that car radio of yours workin' again? 'Cause a buddy of mine just totaled his car, the stereo's workin' fine. I figured I could swap it out for you."
As you get into a discussion of car radios and junkyard ethics, Eddie stands with furrowed brows in the doorway. He's watching his girlfriend and his uncle chat like college friends, and he can barely shake off the bewilderment enough to step inside his own home.
"You two are crazy," He cuts you off, frowning at the both of you, "I- God, I need a beer."
Pairing: Eddie Munson x you // Eddie Munson x f!reader // perv!Eddie Munson x innocent!reader
Genre: romance, mild smut, Catholic trauma, religious trauma, friends to lovers, slow burn
Notes: the final part!! hope you enjoy // Eddie is kinda pervy lol // he’s kinda dark but also not // i tried to write him to be as much of a consent king as possible // please read chapters 1 and 2 if you want some more context and details, but if u just want smut then i totally get it lol this chapter is the one for u
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // talks of religion, reader's parents are religious, light manipulation, pillow humping, humping, first times, dacryphilia, corruption kink, praise kink, masturbation, smut, slight dubcon //please let me know if there should be more added, thank you!
It was a kiss only the Devil knew: fierce and decidedly unvirginal, tasting like cigarettes and salty tears the moment Eddie’s mouth was on yours. What had only been a fantasy to him for years, just became reality, and he didn’t know how to react. This was something he would think about nearly every second of the day — from times you would apply lip gloss on while looking in your locker mirror, to the way you bit the same shiny lips during the day if you found something he did funny. Getting to kiss you was a blessing and Eddie was going to let you know that.
I can’t get the idea out of my head that it’s the older teens hanging out (can’t have the younger children around cause their poor innocent ears) and Steve is just so horny, he can’t take it, so he drags you to the bathroom, tells you to be quiet and fucks you harder and quicker than he ever has. And he expects you to be quiet?
Desperate Times
Steve x Reader
Warnings: Smut (like just gets right into it)
“You gotta stay quiet for me, ‘kay baby?” Steve whispered in your ear.
How the fuck he managed for you to stay quiet while he was thrusting into you like his life depended on it, was beyond you.
You’d spent nearly the entire day with your older friends, the ones closest to your age. You were in Eddie Munson’s trailer, hanging out with him, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan.
But, Steve had been battling a defiant cock all day, horny beyond belief. If he’d had it his way, he’d dragged you away from your mutual group of friends and home just so he could have his way with you.
That being said, he kinda had.
Which is how you’d ended up in Eddie’s bathroom with Steve’s cock buried deep in you.
You were sure they weren’t stupid after Steve’s horrible performance of claiming he had something in his eye and that you had to accompany him to the bathroom where the light was much better, to get it out.
“Steve,” you whined lowly.
You were pressed against the wall, your sundress hiked up to your hips, his strong hands gripping the bottom of your thighs as he held you upright, hips thrusting into yours without abandon.
“I know, baby, I know,” he mumbled, silencing you with a kiss.
The danger of being caught made the sex even hotter as you gripped his shoulders, moaning loudly into the kiss.
He had been desperate and wanted you so badly that his actions were bleeding with that desperation for you he’d been feeling. His cock hit so deep in you, it took all of the little concentration you had left to not be a moaning, garbling, noisy mess.
“Fuck, yes sweetheart. Been driving me crazy all day,” he mumbled against your lips, “Been wanting your pussy clenching around my cock all day.”
You whimpered at his words, your walls clenching around him as if your body understood what he wanted as he voiced it.
“Can’t get caught now, can we?” he muttered, biting your lower lip with just enough pressure to be tantalizing, “Don’t want to let everyone know how well I’m fucking you, do you?”
You shook your head, teeth digging as hard into your bottom lip as you could trying to will the moans in your throat to disappear. Your eyes squeezed closed, a whimpered moan accidentally escaping you lips.
“Steve, god, please,” you begged as quietly as you could, so close to losing it.
“Shh,” he scolded, one hand covering your mouth.
Your head banged against the wall with a loud thud as you came, stars shooting behind your eyes, his hand smothering your moans. His eyes were lidded as watched you, his own teeth sank into his bottom lip before he came inside you, tossing his head back with a grunt.
You looked up at him, smirking against his hand. You knew it was just as hard for him to stay quiet too.
Honestly, this was as quiet as you two probably could get, so it was impressive that you both had to manage to pull it off.
After helping you clean up, he pulled his pants back up causing you to giggle. He’d barely gotten them down his hips before he’d had his dick out, ready for you.
Once he was situated again, he helped you pull your dress down, patting your sides lovingly, giving you a quick, sweet kiss.
“Fix your hair, it’ll give us away,” you chuckled, trying to straighten the stray pieces.
He took a peek in the mirror, running a hand through it, tousling it in attempts to make it appear less suspicious of your activities.
You really couldn’t do much about the flush to your cheeks or the “post-sex glow”, but you hoped that no one would look too closely.
Once you were both presentable did you return to your friends, where they were still watching tv in the living room.
“Did you get whatever was in Harrington’s eye, out Y/N?” Eddie asked, dryly.
“She did,” Steve replied plainly, plopping down on the couch, pulling you next to him.
“Well, I’m glad,” Eddie said, taking a casual swig of his beer, “By the way, your fly is down.”
You could’ve face palmed as Steve cursed, tugging the zipper of his Levi’s back up.
“Hope you had fun,” Robin mumbled, not even taking her attention away from the show causing Nancy and Jonathan to snicker.
“You heard?” you mumbled sheepishly, your cheeks flaming.
“Oh we didn’t actually hear a thing,” Eddie said tossing Steve a bottle of beer, “But we’re also not idiots, either.”
You groaned; you’d never hear the end of this, that’s for sure.
“Hope you and Harrington had a blast christening my bathroom!”
Steve: *sleep deprived, slightly concussed, and still can’t get the taste of burnt Demogorgon flesh out of his mouth, following Nancy around the library*
Steve: *also late*
Steve: Oh, shit. Nance, I gotta go make up that test. I’ll see ya.
Steve: *kisses her on the cheek*
Steve: Love ya, baby. Bye. *leaves*
Eddie: *just trying to find a book about dragons when Steve Harrington leans over his shoulder and plants a big kisses on the side of his face*
Could you please write a Steve Harrington smut!!! where it’s season 3 and him and reader have been drugged by the Russians. When Dustin makes them watch back to the future they sneak off to the bathroom because they’re both needy and have really desperate passionate sweet sex?
𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲.
— steve harrington x f!reader
warnings; steve and reader are fuucckkkkeddd upppp, bad writing lol, sex, bad jokes, potty humor lmao
a/n; not very proud of my writing here but i loved this idea pls 😭 still trying to get back into the groove of writing so hopefully my writing will get better again 💀 gonna try and write longer fics too once i get my shit back together
word count; 1.5k
“hey, i think—“ steve stopped to hiccup, the back of his hand rubbing over his lips as he giggled behind it. “—i think, i have a great idea.” she giggled back and leaned into his arm, her own slithering around it, never minding the armrest of the movie theater seat digging into her side. “yeah, stevie?” she purred, nuzzling her nose into the crook of her neck. if either of them had been sober, they’d be able to notice the looks of disgust the movie goers behind them gave, but they were both far too gone to notice nor care.
Can you do smut 32 with Steve? I keep picturing reader making Thanksgiving dinner for the gang, and he is trying to keep his hands off her, but his fantasies of their future together keep pushing in.
Looks like Steve is hungry for a different type of feast
You definitely will get this!
“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”
18+ smut, fingering, language, slight public sex, breeding kink
Y/N didn't even notice that Steve was struggling to hold himself together. She was so focused on making a Thanksgiving dinner for the gang, that were arriving in just under two hours.
She was sweating, hair thrown in a bun, as she ran around the kitchen. An apron tied tightly around her waist, practically forcing her curves to be shown. She was muttering and swearing to herself.
Steve felt like he might explode just watching her. The sweat traveling down her chest, right between her delicious tits. And her curves on display, he wanted to rub himself against her.
Watching her run around and cook just made him imagine if she was making dinner for him and their family. Running around to put together dinner as kids were giggling in the living room.
"Steve I love you, but if you don't do something other than stand there. I'm going to kill you."
He laughed at her stern tone and began to grab plates for the table.
Together they set the table, placing every plate on a place mat.
"Dustin requested the green plate and he wants to sit next to you." She muttered as she switched the plates around.
Steve imagined her putting down certain colored plates for their own kids. The daddy's girl was begging to sit next to him while his wife sat on his other side. Her being the best mom ever and always knowing exactly where their kids would want to sit.
She was back in the kitchen putting on the final touches to parts of their meal.
She placed the dessert in the oven and set the timer.
"I'm going to go change out of these clothes and I'll be ready!" She quickly ran to their bedroom, but Steve was hot on her heels.
She was pulling up her dress when Steve's hands caught hers. She looked at him confused.
"Steve what?"
He whined at the sight of her bra and dressed half way up.
"Do you ever think about us having a family?"
Her heart melted at his question. A small smile appeared on her face as she tugged her dress up.
"absolutely. I think of us being married in a house like this, little kids running around at our feet. Decorating the house for the holidays."
He felt his jeans somehow get even tighter. He wanted to put a baby in her so bad right now.
Before he got his words out the timer went off and she ran back out to the kitchen.
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Steve spent the dinner trying to desperately not move his hand up her thigh and finger her before turkey was even served.
His jeans kept suffocating him when she'd hug the kids and kiss their cheeks. How she would squeeze their faces and comment how adorable they were.
He almost busted his load when El advised how she would be such a great mother, a mother to Steve's children.
She awed at the comment and placed her hand on Steve's knee with delight.
"our kids would be so cute!" He nodded fast. Practically leaking in his boxers. His mind imagined the next holiday -christmas.
She'd watch him set up the tree as she rubbed her swollen belly, a small kid at her feet and another handing Steve ornaments.
Squeals of mommy and daddy filling up the silence of the house.
Steve was removed from his fantasies when Y/N asked him to help clean their dishes. He followed closely behind her, trying to hide the fact he has a raging hard on.
Y/N was ranting about the ideas of what their wedding would be like and how their kids would love the holidays. How she's gotten practice with the gang to be a good mother.
Steve pressed his hard on into her ass, she gasped surprised.
"You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”
She moaned at his words and pressed herself against him. He grunted at the friction of her dress rubbing against his jeans.
"we have to wait until our guests leave." He whined as he rolled his eyes.
"they don't have to know." He said as his hand traveled to the front of her dress, slowly lifting it up as he pushed two fingers into her underwater.
"Steve no." She gasped out. Steve laughed darkly behind her, "you say no, but your pussy is dripping for me."
She bit her lip to hold back her moan when he dipped into her cunt, slowly working their way inside her.
Steve wasn't dumb, he kept an ear out for any member of the gang making their way to the kitchen. He was in the clear so he began to scissor his fingers inside of her, rough and fast. She was rocking herself against him. Trying to desperately keep quiet. His lips attached themselves to her neck. Slowly rutting himself against her.
"I want to put a baby in you so bad. Make you a mom. Watch your stomach grow as you carry our baby."
With his words and now that his other hand was toying with her clit she was spazzing on his fingers. Rocking fast against him as she worked through her orgasm. Biting down on her hand to keep quiet.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them clean. She was gasping for breath as she fixed her dress.
"hey Y/N, is dessert ready?" Steve quickly jumped away from her as El stood there smiling brightly.
She eyed Y/N, "are you okay? You look flushed?"
Y/N blushed hard and silently nodded. Her legs felt a tad weak from her orgasm as she tried to walk towards the fridge.
"yes honey it's right here." She passed the chocolate dessert to El with a smile.
El quickly took the dessert to the table with the announcement.
"looks like Steve is wanting another type of dessert." Eddie winked as he walked past the couple, coming from the bathroom near the kitchen.
Meet me in the pale moonlight | Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: You and Steve go late night swimming in his pool…not a lot of swimming happens
Word count: 1.6k
Warning: smut, pool sex, unprotected sex,
Request: Steve and swimming pool with the prompts 24 and 38 please :) (“If I kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to stop.” + “I won’t apologize for marking you. Everyone should know you’re taken.”)
‘’I say it’s October and I don’t want my tits to freeze. Let’s watch a movie. Do you have popcorn?’’ You walked to the Harringtons’ kitchen to check the pantry.
‘’Perks of having rich folks, our pool is heated,’’ Steve said, hot on your heels. ‘’And, if they start to numb, I can warm them up.’’ He grabbed you from behind and slipped a hand under your shirt, making you squeak when he grabbed your boob through your bra.
Request: Okay so this request is crazy detailed BUT basically reader is dating Steve and Billy wants her and keeps making comments to her when Steve isn’t around. she tells billy to meet her in the boys locker room at a certain time but she’s in there with Steve (doing you know) and Steve’s back is to bill and reader is like “Steve you feel so good” and is making eye contact with Billy or something🤪 I would seriously be so grateful if you wrote this ! Ty!
general masterlist
warning: smut, nsfw, voyeurism!!!
Stepping from your car, you shut the door behind you. The morning air is fresh and sweet, the sun is soft as it begins to shine over Hawkins, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Y/L/N.”
“Oh, great.” You mumble sarcastically, already knowing whose voice it is, “If it isn’t my stalker.” Turning around, you see Billy, hands in his pockets, staring you down beside his own car.
He smirks, sauntering up to you and you can see the way his eyes travel along your body. If only Steve were here to witness this, he’d go mental. “Where’s your boy-toy?”
“My boyfriend,“ you correct him, giving him a glare when he takes another step to tower over you, “is actually waiting for me inside, so if you’ll excuse me.”
Billy presses a hand to your car, blocking you in place. Yep, Steve would have punched the guy at this point. “What’s the rush, sweetheart?” He whispers, leaning in slightly and you cringe as you lean away from his lips, “Stay with me a little, I’ll make it worth your while.”
synopsis: you’re a cheerleader and he’s the school freak who’s had a crush on you forever. little does he know, you got a thing for him too.
contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining
word count: 1.2k
a/n: THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES. idk what I’m doing and this might suck but I gotta write some eddie ff 😤 additionally i am a black woman, so i wrote this for myself and everyone else who wants the representation! THE TEXT MAY BE GLITCHED. if that’s the case im so sorry, i don’t know how to fix it😭
also let’s pretend that none of the vecna stuff is happening cause this is totally not following the canon story. sorry, not sorry 😮💨
chapter song (updated because this fits better in my opinion):
It was the night of the championship game and Eddie’s final campaign. Normally you would have gone straight home with Chrissy to hang out, but Lucas had found you during the game to spoil your plans.
“So, kind of a long story, but basically Erica’s here playing D&D in my place, and you gotta take her home.”
“And why exactly is this on me? That sounds like a Lucas problem.”
“Well now it’s a Y/n problem cause she biked here, it’s pitch black out and you know mom and dad will-“
“Completely freak if I don’t bring her back. Yeah yeah, I got it.”
You turn to Chrissy and apologize saying you’ll give her a call when you’re home.
She smiles at you, “Y/n it’s okay. Sisterly duties call, plus this gives me an excuse to go to the after-party we were so desperately looking forward to avoiding. Jason’s going to be thrilled.” You both laugh and go back to watching the game while you’re not cheering.
summer ends way too fast; you and Eddie surprise each other.
includes smut, as in 18+ 6k words somehow lmao? most of it fluff
best friends to lovers, and it gets a little gross in an arguably unsexy but very intimate way. you're not supposed to put anyone's mouth on your new piercing until at least two weeks out don't be dumb listen to your piercer
content: boob fondling, dry humping, jean nutting, some mild threats of violence, mentions of piercings but not piercing play to my understanding
Summary: Sirius and James have a secret. They love watching Remus fucking his girlfriend, you. Without both of you knowing.
Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT, Remus is a gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets, rough sex, masturbating, everyone is of age!!
Word Count: 1.6K
It all started when Sirius and James ran down the hallway to their dorm room. They were running late to quidditch practice, they didn’t want to get an earful about their tardiness. James was captain which meant more pressure in attending practice on time. Barging into the room, they quickly grabbed their stuff and was about to head out when a voice called out, a girl’s voice. They froze in mid step when they heard giggling followed by the sound of Remus’ voice, “Need you so bad, love.”
something borrowed (sirius black x reader + remus lupin x reader)
warnings: minors dni: smut, heavy smut. somewhat dubcon vibes? smut as a favor, slight cuckold vibes?, penetration, humiliations.
summary: your boyfriend sirius asks you to do him a favor, you'd do anything for sirius, but you're surprised when he asks you to take the virginity of his best mate, remus lupin.
“So, why did you want me to cut your hair? I thought Jeff asked you about it before we left London.”
Harry tried not to move much because his hair was between Y/n’s fingers as she snipped away. “He did.”
“And you didn’t get it done beforehand because...”
“I like when you do it,” he said simply.
Y/n didn’t bother hiding her blush. During lockdown, she took on the mantle of keeping Harry and the rest of the Styles family groomed. Afterwards, Harry went back to getting his hair styled professionally, but she thought him asking her to do it was sweet.
“Your fans are gonna riot,” she said, running a hand through his hair to find the next strand to trim. “Not to mention your children.”
summary you're a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen. queue smiley face oatmeal, grossly misused power tools, desserts on the living room floor, a haircut, and an abundance of nerd metaphors [15k]
warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie's birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie ends up being a total girl dad (<3), mutual pining, yearning etc, tw for not having much money, general loneliness, mentions of a shitty/traumatic pregnancy, general mom struggles :(, slowburn friends to lovers, you wash eddie's hair!!!! this was low-key requested by anon
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Eddie opens the door and finds a little girl on the steps of his house. Little girl feels generous – she's barely more than a baby. In a set of tiny matching pajamas and white socks stained green from the morning grass, she looks up at him with wide, sad eyes.
"Hey," he says carefully. "Hey, sweetheart."
"Good morning," she says, though it comes out blurry.
"Good morning," he repeats with a breathless laugh, instantly endeared.
He curls his hand around the railing and squats down. She really is very cute and obviously well looked after, although he realises upon closer inspection that she's been crying.
"Where's your mommy?" Eddie feels silly as he asks, but what else do you say when you find kids by themselves?
He's not really expecting her to know the answer. She pouts her small mouth and Eddie freezes up.
"Mommy.” Her breath quivers.
"Don't cry," he says very gently.
It doesn't work, obviously, and she starts whimpering in a way that turns Eddie's heart entirely.
"Let's find mommy, okay? Do you wanna do that? Wanna come and find mommy with me?"
"Yes," she says, though it quickly draws up into a sharp cry.
Eddie treks down the stairs and turns back, waiting. The little girl looks down at the steps and her eyebrows furrow as she places one foot after the other, looking like her socks are stuck to a fly trap.
He holds his hand out. "You got it," he says encouragingly, wiggling his fingers.
Her relief is palpable. Her brows smooth as she takes his hand, so small he can cover her entire palm with the meat of his thumb. She wobbles down the steps and then hesitates at the damp ground awaiting.
Eddie drops his gaze to her wet feet.
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