I'm Iris! Hi there. I'm obsessed with The Beatles, skiffle, and early rock! Buddy Holly and Chuck Berry always~ and you know.. you could catch the wind if you believe that you can & try hard enough. Thanks for so many followers and rp friends! you are ALL beautiful.
*slaps checkbook down on the askbox* may I pretty pretty please have some ftm!Billy headcanons I swear I'm not projecting I'm holdin em for a buddy
CW: This became a tangent lol, transphobia/homophobia, dysphoria, child abuse, slurs, misgendering, deadnaming, sexual content, fem terms used for Billy's junk by partners more than him.
I think Billy realized young that he wasn't a normal girl. He definitely fell into the tomboy side of things, cut his own hair so his mom had to get it fixed. His father was furious and smacked him upside the head for it, but Billy kept cutting his hair no matter where he hid the kitchen scissors and his anger wasn't making him stop so he was forced to let it go, even if he berated Lisa (Billy's mom) about raising a 'dyke' daughter.
Billy was often mistaken as a boy, and he always laughed. Got a bit giddy from it every time they made the mistake. Except he's ten and even his mother jokes that she felt she got a little boy instead of a girl.
When says he wants to be a boy over dinner, Neil throws a fit. Plates break, Billy tries to get between his mother and him as Neil screams at her for indulging his fantasies, his disgusting behavior. Lisa puts Billy to bed that night with a bruise high on her cheek that matches Billy's, and she kisses his head.
"I was blessed with a very brave girl, wasn't I?" Her eyes are shining as she kisses his head one more time, lingering. "At least try to be for a little longer, okay, baby?"
"I don't think I'm a girl, mom. I'm not like any of the ones at school."
"Just...try."
She's gone by the morning. She doesn't answer his calls. And he tries.
He grows his hair out, does it up, but he can't stand dresses or heels or makeup - lip gloss was nice but everything else was so much on his face. Didn't suit his hooded eyes and thick brows from his father. He still gets mistaken as a boy in public when he's dressed in jeans, boots and a denim jacket.
So he plays a dangerous game. Puberty makes him feel gross, but his chest is small like his mothers, so he works out. Bulks up so he can hit back when boys call him a dyke, a fag, a tranny. He refuses to put up with it. Strangers think he's attractive, with his dirty blond curls and tight jeans, shirts unbuttoned to show off the body he's worked so hard for.
Cigarettes and booze roughen his voice along with his own constant lowering of it, losing it some days. But it makes him feel good when a girl mistakes him for a guy, when she twirls her hair and giggles and blushes as he rasps in her ear.
He doesn't make them touch him, doesn't really want them too. But there's a sense of euphoria when he's got his tongue buried in a hot cunt and they're crying out his name, and he knows they're thinking it ends with a 'y' instead of an 'ie'.
His first broken nose from someone who wasn't his own father was from a guy in his chemistry class who heard around that he fingered his girlfriend at the pizza parlor she frequents with her girlfriends, but he's seen him come out of the girls bathroom before, knows he's not really a guy, and thinks he's some kind of predatory lesbian and the notion makes him sick to his stomach because she liked it.
She wanted a man and Billy was one, and it's not like she even touched him back, so who cares? She's a cheater, a bitch, and he kind of hates straight girls because they're too easy yet so fucking judgey, wrinkling up their noses when he does let slip that he's lacking what would need a wrapper. Always insists they aren't like, lesbians, you know? They're not into girls.
He kind of hates girls.
He also kind of hates guys. Hates how they say he should smile more, should wear something more girly, should shave his upper lip and wear makeup.
He also hates how much he likes blowing them, even when they're fucking mean and misgender him, because Billy's heard every insult in the book and thought even worse things about himself, so they can't really hurt him anymore.
His dad still can, still beats him when Billy grunts just like Neil does, when he spreads his legs and stomps around in boots like he does. Mimicking without a second thought because he doesn't have many other role models outside of rockstars who teeter the edge of androgyny. Neil hates when he fucks girls, hates when he fools around with guys, insults him when he's wearing something shiny on his lips and preening his hair because 'I thought you wanted to be a boy', or when he's working out and dyeing his upper lip because 'you could stand to be prettier'.
He can't win with him, so he stops trying. His grades slip, he hangs out with the wrong crowd because Sid's got good weed and Wayne will finger him if he blows him first, doesn't even call him a pretty girl or makes fun of his voice when it slips out of his rasp to something high and breathy, even if he always compliments how tight his 'pussy' is, how wet he is.
When Max comes into their life, she becomes Neil's new princess. Somehow, it's a blessing and a curse. Neil dotes on her, calls her his daughter, and Max is a girl even if she's boyish like Billy was when he was young. Billy wonders sometimes, if Max would turn out like him, and he prays she doesn't because even if he's being authentic to himself and that's it's own personal joy, life is hard. Being trans and queer makes it harder. He thinks maybe that's why his own mother begged him to just try to be normal. Or maybe she felt the same as Neil. Maybe she only wanted a daughter. Maybe Billy was the problem and always would be, and that was his burden to bear alone because he'd never get an answer from her.
He lets Max indulge in her boyish habits, even if he acts like he doesn't care about her. Drives her to the skatepark, to the arcade, takes her rollerblading once or twice and gets distracted by the guy behind the counter who asks cautiously for his number. Billy gives it, and he comes back a few days later to get taken out. It's a real date and Billy hasn't been taken out like that before. Been wooed.
It's nice, his stomach is twisting like a girls would, but he's very much a boy holding another boys hand. It feels normal.
He's the one who makes the first mood on the second date, because Ethan had asked him on another when he dropped him at his car. People didn't ask Billy on second dates. They usually just extended their casual hang out into a hook up and Billy didn't hate that, but his second date plagued his mind every day until it came. He had been giddy, for fuck sake.
Ethan had laughed all nervous and pink cheeked when he unbuckled his belt, ran his fingers through his hair instead of pulling as he blew him, and Billy wondered if this would cement a third date. If maybe he could be Ethan's boyfriend. They could be boyfriends, and it would be perfect because Ethan was a boy, so even if Neil wouldn't like it because it's too close to Billy being a fag yet not, the kids at school couldn't call him a dyke because he'd have a boyfriend.
They'd still call him a queer, a fag, but it was better being called something he was than what he wasn't.
He's practically drenched when Ethan slipped a hand into his jeans, but the heat is doused by ice cold water when the man recoils in disgust.
"You're a girl?"
Billy's hands are shaking, and its then that he strikes. Bundles his fist and cracks it against his face because it was the worst possible thing he could have said and it hurts way more than when people called him a bitch in the corridors or when his father called him Max's sister, or when Wayne calls his chest tits as he sucks on them.
He should have just told him, implied he wasn't a normal guy, but Billy was. He was a guy, and he knew it, and yet no one else seemed to understand.
Ethan doesn't call him back. Billy thinks that's fair. He doesn't really want him to. But Ethan's friends with the sheriffs kid and he's fined for assault and Neil is furious. Max only makes his temper worse by saying, 'the guy from the rollerskates place? I thought you were dating.'
Neil uproots them completely after that comment, not trusting Billy to be responsible and respectable around his little sister.
"You better stick to your faggy little story that you're a boy or drop it completely, or it'll be worse than California, Billie."
Billy refuses to. He goes to Hawkins and goes full hot shot womanizer. Joins the basketball team, tells the teachers the 'ie' was his mothers funny little choice cause she wanted a girl but got a boy. They laughed at his little story and accept it.
He stealthed his way into Hawkins and refused to bend beneath his fathers disapproving gaze, glared at Max until she got the 'sister' out of her vocabulary for good. He's pissed and he's mean and he's not letting anyone know he's queer.
The first person to find out he's not packing, is Tommy. Who's awkward and weird about it but keeps it to himself, surprisingly. Billy threatened him with death, so that was likely why.
Depending on your ship for Billy, it takes him a while to get close enough to them to let them touch below his belt, mostly because after his first attempt at getting pleasure with a partner ended so poorly, he's scared. That they'll think him a girl, or feel betrayed because he's not a cis guy, or they'll treat him different over all. Start making comments on his lip gloss and soft curls, his hips and chest. It takes a bit of talking, boundaries established, but they still think he's Billy, so it's okay.
Down the road, once he's out of home, he gets a diagnosis for gender dysphoria, starts on testosterone and lives his life as a man without people giving him a double take to figure out if he was a girl or not. He finds he's fine without top surgery. He's always been small chested and he likes working out, likes how his chest looks when he flexes them. Bottom surgery is a scary idea for him, and he likes bottoming, so he mulls on it for a long time as the years go by.
Overall, he's happy with his body now. Somebody loves it too, loves him, and it's euphoric to be accepted wholeheartedly. To be able to live without looking over his shoulder. To dabble in feminine things without shame.
Max visits a lot, and Billy wasn't entirely on the nose about her being a girl, because they admit softly they'd prefer to just be his sibling, maybe occasionally his brother, sometimes his sister. Billy holds them when Max gets choked up, and he promises to make it easy for them. To be the one person who would always be in their corner because he didn't have anyone in his growing up. Takes Max to their first parade, walks around topless with pride with his partner holding his hand as he swung Max's, the redhead waving a blue, purple and pink flag with a big grin on their face.
Billy's childhood had been rocky, unsteady and hard, but he made it. He was happy. He was a man, and he knew now that he had always been, despite what everyone said.
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both boys are fighting over you when you bring up the idea, why not both?
(not proofread, also i'm super sorry if it's awkward for some reason it's hard to write steve smut for me)
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the dim lighting casted seductive shadows across your body as you danced to the music. steve harrington was dancing behind you, hands splayed over your hips as he pulled your ass against him. he made it no secret that he wanted you tonight, but you hadnāt yet decided if he was the one youād go for.
you let your head fall back against his shoulder, looking up at him with a sultry smile. steve smiles back at you before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and leaving soft, sweet kisses. you hum in delight, running your fingers through his perfectly styled hair. ācoconut?ā steve asks, pulling from your neck to look up at you.
āmhm,ā you hum proudly, tugging on his hair. he stifles a groan, closing his eyes. when he opens them, he opens his mouth to say something but you donāt let him. āi'm gonna go get a drink, iāll be back,ā you say, turning to face him and slide your hands down his chest. you give him a small giggle before turning and heading towards the kitchen.
you push through the sweaty bodies, mind reeling with thoughts of what (or who) you should do tonight. finally, you break from the crowd, stumbling into the kitchen. you have a chance to breathe before walking to the assortment of alcohol. as you make your way, you spy your favorite metalhead in the corner chatting with a few friends. that was your other option for tonight.
after grabbing another mixed drink, you decide to take a detour to steve. āmunson,ā you say as you approach, eyeing him up.
eddieās eyes snap to you and you can practically see them light up. āhenderson, cāmere,ā he smirks, holding out his hand. you place yours in his before he raises them. āalright, now give me a spin,ā he instructs and you do so, laughing into your cup. ālooking extra good tonight, y/n. that all for me?ā he teases, pulling you closer.
you stop yourself from smashing into him by bracing yourself on his chest with the hand he had held. his now travels down to your waist, not so subtly digging his fingers into the flesh. āit mightāve been, but i didnāt exactly see you being here,ā you say, cocking your head to the side.
eddie shrugs, taking a sip of his beer. āfelt like doing something unusual. maybe i was just hoping to run into you,ā he flirted, causing your ears to heat up.
ānot like you know where i live or anything,ā you respond.
eddie rolls his eyes at you. āi donāt know how much your brother would appreciate me showing up and asking for his sister because i desperately want to bone her,ā eddie fake ponders. you give him a look which causes him to chuckle. ādonāt act like youāve got me fooled, princess. i know you want me too,ā he says, pulling you closer to him.
you grab his hand thatās on your waist and pulls it away. āmaybe i do, or maybe iāve been dancing with steve harrington all night,ā you raise your brows, smirking before walking off.
when you make it back to steve, youāre even more confused on who you want. āyouāre back,ā steve smirks, grabbing you and pulling you in.
you smirk back, pushing away other thoughts. āthat i am, harrington. creaming your pants yet?ā you tease, dragging your nail dangerously low on his torso.
the two of you laugh lightly before continuing your dancing like before and getting lost in the music. you knew you were having an effect on steve, and you definitely couldnāt miss the way eddieās eyes were trained on you from across the room. you felt extremely powerful.
āi need to head to the bathroom,ā you said over the music, tapping steve on the cheek before walking away from him once again. eddie is quick to push off the wall to follow you.
as you make your way into the bathroom, eddie is squeezing through sweaty bodies and getting dirty looks from half of them. you did your business, took a moment to collect yourself while washing your hands, and then figured you should probably go find eddie. because really, you still couldnāt decide who you wanted.
lucky for you, you didnāt have to find eddie. because he was standing outside the door waiting for you. āmiss me?ā you fake pout, leaning against the wall next to him.
eddie huffs, moving himself in front of you with one arm propped on the wall next to your head. āyou just love me watching you be all up on harrington, donāt you? you trying to make me jealous?ā he asks, leaning in closer.
you glance from his brown doe eyes down to his plump pink lips. they were so damn kissable. āmm not really, but i see itās working,ā you raise a brow.
eddie rolls his eyes at you. āhmph, well whoās it going to be? because i promise you, i can definitely fuck you better than-ā
āwhatās going on here?ā steve interrupts from out of nowhere. both you and eddieās heads snap to him, eddieās covered with a scowl.
you hated that you really wanted them to fight over you. not physically of course, you would feel terrible if either of them got hurt. ājust getting ready to take y/n home for the night, whatās going on with you, harrington?ā eddie smiled, putting on a front and pulling you to his side.
steve put his hands on his hips and gave the two of you a look of disapproval. āfunny, because iām pretty sure iām taking y/n home tonight. right, y/n?ā he said sharply and you couldnāt lie it gave you butterflies.
you smirk and shrug. āi havenāt really decided yet,ā you say, stepping out of eddieās grasp.
eddie scoffs. ācāmon henderson, you were just about to jump on me before he interrupted,ā he says, dramatically gesturing to himself and then steve.
āand itās you who sheās been grinding on all night?ā steve asks with mock innocence.
suddenly, a light bulb goes off in your head that has your thighs clenching and your panties dampening. āor you could both have me,ā you say, catching them both off guard.
eddie gives you a look, feeling his dick twitch in excitement. you wanted them both to tear you apart? oh that was hot. eddie looked from you to steve before giving a shrug, saying he wouldnāt mind.
āwhat? iām not- with munson? no,ā steve says, mild panic spreading through his veins.
eddie chuckles at his response, running his tongue along the back of his teeth before stepping forward. he grabs a handful of your ass and pulls you to him roughly, causing you to yelp before relaxing into his hold. āguess since youāre too pussy sheāll be coming with me then,ā eddie says, making a show of squeezing your ass as your hand rests on his chest.
you give steve a pout. āare you sure, steve? i really do want you both. please?ā you beg, gripping eddieās shirt as you think of all the ways this could play out.
steve chews on his lip as he debates it. the sight of eddie kneading your ass was enough to make him weak in the knees. āfine, yeah, okay,ā steve breathes out, wondering what the hell heās getting into. you squeal happily, placing a peck on eddieās lips before going and doing the same to steve.
eddie and steve share a look as you grab one of each of their hands. āalright, where are we going?ā eddie asks and all of you stop to think. wellā¦
your house was obviously off limits becauseā¦ dustin. it was a weekend, therefore eddieās uncle was home. and for once, steveās parents were home. eddie ends up telling you to follow him to his van. it was mostly open in the back, therefore giving enough room for certain activities to take place.
you were way too horny to question it anyway. āalright, harrington, you get her worked up while i take us somewhere less crowded,ā eddie smirks, opening the side door for the two of you.
the second youāre both in, youāre pouncing on steve and attaching your lips to his. steve grunts in surprise, almost falling backwards at the force of you. eddie hops into the drivers seat and starts it up. ādesperate much?ā steve asks as he pulls back, grip on your waist getting much tighter.
eddie glances in his rear view mirror, smirking at the sight of you. there were so many things he wanted to do to you, things heād been dreaming of for months now.
steve begins kissing your jaw, slowly moving from the bottom of your ear towards the point of your chin before dropping to your neck. he finds a spot just under the curve of your jaw that makes you let out a small moan. he smiles in achievement into your skin and begins sucking, nipping, and licking at it to create a nice purple bruise. ādonāt mark her too much, harrington. gotta leave some room for me,ā eddie jokes from the front seat, turning on to a more rural road of hawkins.
your fingers grasp steveās perfect hair, whiny moans leaving your lips as you begin grinding on him subconsciously. steve pushes you off of him, laying you on the floor of eddieās van. he canāt help but take a moment to notice the purple fuzzy rug that actually covered the floor of eddieās van before reconnecting your lips.
āoh shit,ā you moan into his mouth as he reaches under your skirt to ghost over your clothed pussy. eddie bites his lip, scanning for a road to pull off on as he becomes more impatient.
steveās fingers lightly graze from your entrance all the way up to you clit before moving in slow, light circles. āsteve,ā you moan, your lips disconnecting as your head falls back.
steve sucks his lower lip into his mouth before smiling. he loved watching you squirm from his barely there touches. āso sensitive already, y/n?ā he teases, the pad of this finger still circling your clit.
the van is put into park and eddie shuts it off before climbing it the back. āi donāt even know what i want to do to you first,ā eddie sighs dramatically sitting near your head.
ātouch me?ā you suggest, reaching out for him.
eddie raises a brow and pulls back from you. āi donāt know why you think youāre the one whoās gonna make the decisions,ā he tuts, looking to steve to check if they were on the same page.
āyeah, you wanted to act like a whore back at the party, so much so you couldnāt even chose one of us, so youāre gonna get treated like a whore. and whores donāt make decisions,ā steve says, removing his fingers from your pussy. you make a noise of complaint and raise your hips, trying to chase his hand. steve only slaps down on your pussy, making you twitch but fall back to the ground.
eddie looks at your flustered face before looking to steve. āokay, harrington,ā he laughs lightly, nudging steve. āi like this,ā he confirms, looking back down to you.
eddie reaches down, using his fingers to not so gently push your chin back so he can examine your neck. he pushes your head side to side before wrapping his hand around your throat. you gasp from the coldness of his rings and it only causes him to squeeze on the sides of your neck. he lifts you up towards him, leaning down to get close to you. he scans your aroused expression before giving you an evil smile. āletās see how dirty you are,ā he comments, squeezing on your neck particularly tight. you let out a moan, eyes rolling back and closing for a moment. āopen your mouth for me,ā eddie says and you immediately open your eyes and follow his instruction.
steve watches closely as eddie gets closer to your mouth, his cheeks moving around before a slow dribble of spit slips past his lips and onto your awaiting tongue. you never knew youād like this before, but holy shit were you getting wetter by the second. āswallow,ā eddie whispers, watching you closely. you do, looking up at him for approval. he grunts, leaning down and smashing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss.
steve begins palming his bulge as he watches you react to eddieās kiss. you reached up to grab him, one hand to his shoulder and the other fisting his shirt while your thighs clamped together. steve reached forward, grabbing your ankle and making you jolt. you relaxed once you remembered it was just steve and let him remove your shoes.
eddie pulled away, dropping you to the floor and scanning you. āi say we fuck with her a little,ā steve says, hands sliding up your calves.
eddie licks his lips and nods. āi agree, letās get her out of these clothes first,ā he says, looking at steve for agreement.
the two boys nod, looking down at you. you were biting your lip, looking between them helplessly. eddie grabbed you by your arms, pulling you into a sitting position so he could peel your revealing shirt off and over your head. steve reached up, pushing you back down and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. he pulls it down and eddie barely gives you a second before heās reaching under your back and unclasping your bra. ālook at those,ā he whistles, throwing your bra behind him. you gasp as his hands envelope your breasts. his hands were warm but his rings were ice cold.
āhey man, share,ā steve says, grabbing one of eddieās wrists as he crawls up to be level with him. eddie removes his hand, steveās quickly taking its place as they both fondle your breasts. steve is rougher, pulling and pinching harshly at your nipple as eddie rolls it between his fingers. eddie leans down, placing gentle kisses over your breasts before wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking.
you moan, hand reaching up to tangle in eddieās hair. steve smiles at your reaction and gets an idea. he leaves himself down, nudging eddie to the side slightly so he can enclose your opposite nipple in his lips. āoh, shit,ā you yelp, hand flying up to steveās head before you pull on both their hair. they both let out low moans.
eddie continues suckling on your nipple, occasionally pulling back to blow cold air on to it. meanwhile, steve is nipping and licking at your other nipple, causing you to close your eyes in pleasure. eddie pulls away, rubbing over your hardened peak that was now slick with his spit as his cock strained in his pants.
you let out a whine as steve also pulled off of you. the two shared a look before moving themselves down to your bottom half. āguys,ā you whimper, catching their attention. āplease,ā you say, rolling your hips to try and get any sort of friction.
āi donāt like how you address me,ā eddie says, grabbing the band of your underwear and snapping it against your thigh. āwhy donāt you start using your manners, princess? from now on you call me daddy, got it?ā eddie says, digging his fingers into your thigh. you nod quickly and eddie gives you a kiss on the cheek. āand for steveā¦ well, what is it you wanna be called harrington?ā eddie continues.
steve thinks for a moment while avoiding looking at eddie. āsir or master, either will work just fine, baby,ā steve says, making sure youāre good with it. you nod in compliance and then steve is pulling your underwear off and throwing them somewhere in the van. ālook at that pretty pussy,ā steve says lowly, pushing your legs as far apart as they would go.
steve and eddie each caress one of your thighs, you whimpering in need as they near your heat just to pull away. āyouāre already so wet,ā eddie admires, biting his lower lip as he strokes the juncture of your inner thigh with his thumb. he was less than an inch away from where you needed some friction and it made you whine, shuffling your hips in discomfort.
the two share a look and a smirk that definitely is hiding something evil. then steve is leaning forward, using his pointer finger to gather some of the slick from your entrance and drag it softly up to your clit. ām-master,ā you cry at the contact, rolling your hips against his feather light touch. steve pays no mind to your sensitivity and repeats the action.
as he does it a third time, he changes his fingers to his ring and middle. without warning, he plunges them inside you. you let out a gasp, walls clenching around him as he begins slowly rocking them into you. your eyes closed in pleasure, pushing your hips to meet his every thrust. you hear them chuckle before eddieās fingers make contact with your clit. āfuck,ā you gasp, eyes shooting open in shock.
āfeel good, princes?ā eddie asks, circling your clit. steve curls his fingers inside of you, stroking your most sensitive spot.
your head falls back again as you let yourself feel all the sensations you were receiving. āyes, daddy,ā you moan and eddieās fingers pick up speed.
you can feel your orgasm building up, the mix of their fingers inside and against you causing you to shake. āgonna cum already, whore?ā steve asks, grunting as he continues hammering his fingers into you.
your fingers grip as the shaggy carpet that covered the van floor. āsuch a slut, gonna cum on two guys fingers. dirty fucking cunt, imagine what people would think,ā eddie groans, his dick throbbing from the wet sounds of your pussy.
āi-iām gonna cum,ā you cry, screwing your eyes shut.
steve letās out a grunt before telling you, āthen fucking cum.ā you gasp as your muscles tense and an intense wave of hot pleasure floods your nervous system. eddieās fingers donāt let up as steveās falter under the grip of your spasming walls. you roll your hips, moans of āmasterā and ādaddyā leaving your lips as you ride out your high.
āgood girl,ā eddie coos, kissing your face as he continues rubbing at your clit. steve pulls his fingers from you, sitting back on his knees as eddie lets you finish out your high. you finally open your eyes, seeing eddie smiling down at you. he presses his lips against yours as steve begins removing his shirt.
you whimper when eddie pulls away, only for him to crawl down and lay on his stomach between your legs. steve shimmies out of his jeans, crawling to instead sit behind you and prop you against his chest. āwhat are we-ā you begin but then eddie is licking a stripe up your sensitive slit. you gasp, reaching down to tangle a hand in his hair. he chuckles against you, the vibrations making you twitch.
steveās hands come from behind, finding your tits and immediately squeezing them. you donāt know what to focus on as eddieās tongue teases over your clit and steve goes between squeezing your breasts and pulling on your nipples.
one hand is tangled in eddieās hair while the other grips steveās thigh. eddie pulls your clit between his lips and sucks on his causing you to moan. āfuck, daddy, please,ā you say breathily, pushing him into your pussy.
āstop being so greedy, slut,ā steve growls in your ear. he harshly slaps your tits causing you to gasp. the noises from eddie sucking at and licking your pussy are sinful but it only urges you on farther.
his tongue dips down to your soaked entranced, thrusting inside and simultaneously grinding his nose against your clit. eddie unintentionally grinds into the floor as he grips your thighs hard enough for his rings to leave indents. āyou going to cum on eddieās tongue? going to make a mess of his face like the whore you are?ā steve asks, harshly tugging your nipple as you make eye contact with eddie.
you whine as the knot begins building again and you become hyper aware of everything touching your skin. your back plastered against steve, his hard cock pressing up against you as he gripped your tits. eddieās cold rings bringing relief to your skin that was on fire as he moves back up to keep lapping at your clit.
ācum, pretty girl,ā eddie mumbles against you before sucking harshly on your clit, carefully teasing it with his teeth gently. your head falls onto steveās shoulder as you cum for the second time. eddie laps your clit through your orgasm after a gush of your cum coats his chin.
steve sucks another hickey into your neck as you come down from your high, eddie moving to do the same to your inner thighs. you lay there, slumped against steve as you wait for yourself to get back together and feeling the two suck bruises into your skin. āyou should taste her,ā eddie says when he finally pushes himself up. steve reaches down, using two fingers to collect your arousal before placing them in his mouth.
he moans at the taste, watching you whimper as you watch. āyou wanna taste yourself?ā steve asks as he pulls off his fingers with a pop. you nod, and steve repeats the action only bringing his fingers to your mouth. he pushes them all the way in your mouth as eddie sheds his clothes.
āthank you, master,ā you say once he pulls away and then you look to eddie. āthank you, daddy,ā you mumble shyly, your mind replaying the sight of him between your legs.
āyouāre welcome, princess,ā eddie says with a smile, pulling his boxers off. your eyes fall to his cock and widen as it slaps against his chest. āyou ready to get fucked, sweet girl? think weāll let steve go first, yeah?ā he suggests, falling to his knees and crawling to you. he places some hair behind your ear as he studies your face. you nod at him before looking back to steve.
steve isnāt as sweet and caring as eddie, but you donāt care. he doesnāt kiss you for reassurance or give you any input before looking to eddie. āwant to fuck her mouth while i do?ā he asks, an image coming to his min.
eddie laughs, literally laughs, before smiling. āi like the way you think,ā he says and then heās grabbing you to help place you on your hands and knees. you donāt even know itās about to happen, but soon enough steveās head is pushing at your entrance. you gasp at how big he already feels. you canāt see it, but youāre pretty sure heās thicker than eddie.
steve grips your hips, sliding slowly into you as not to hurt you. āyou ready?ā he asks once he is fully buried inside you for a moment.
āy-yes, master,ā you stutter and then heās pulling back to slam into you. eddie grabs your chin, admiring your face as steve sets a steady pace and you moan in pleasure. he strokes your chin with his thumb before bringing it up to drag your lip down.
you look at him helplessly as steve grunts, his cock being squeezed by your walls. your eyes close as eddie presses his thumb inside your mouth. you suck on it obediently as steve drives deeper and deeper into you.
eddie pulls his thumb from your mouth when steve begins going faster, hitting against that certain spot inside of you each time. āopen your mouth,ā eddie demands, stroking his cock as he tilts your head towards him. you do as youāre told and eddie slides himself into your warm mouth. his dick is heavy against your tongue as his hands move to grab your hair. he waits to see steveās rhythm before pulling you forward to match it. you gagged around his cock before forcing your throat to relax.
as eddieās cock left your mouth, you were being slammed onto steveās and then it would switch. your eyes watered as the mix of pleasure and pain you were feeling as you kept steady eye contact with eddie. āoh fuck, if only steve could see your face,ā eddie groans, snapping his hips into your mouth.
steve reaches around your waist to start rubbing uncoordinatedly at your clit. āgetting close, fuck your cunt is so tight. i need you to cum again, y/n, cum around my cock,ā he demands and you let out a cry, tears spilling from your eyes.
the mixed sounds of their moans is the missing piece that sends you over the edge. your whole body shakes as you clamp down on steve. eddie pulls out of your mouth and steve is quickly flipping you over. you slam hard onto the ground but arenāt even able to acknowledge it as your eyes roll back and you gush on steveās cock. he pulls out, jerking himself off until his cum is splattering over your abdomen.
you donāt get a chance to recover before eddie is taking steveās place and entering you. you let out a scream as eddie thrusts into you. steve catches his breath before sticking his fingers down your throat and pulling at your nipples. your shaking in overstimulation as eddie pounds into you. ālook so pretty like this for daddy, fuck,ā eddie says, his hair hanging in his face. you moan around steveās fingers, seeing stars as you feel the knot build once again.
eddie grabs your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders. he holds on to your shins as he hammers into you, watching the way your eyes roll and spit dribbles past steveās fingers. the new position has the head of his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly.
youāre cumming again in less than a minute without warning. youāre not able to talk with steveās fingers pressing against your tongue but honestly you probably wouldnāt have been able to anyway. tears leak from your eyes as your body jolts in a way similar to a seizure, cries of pleasure and small moans leaving your throat. eddie drops your legs and then is pulling out, repeating steveās actions but cumming on your tits. steve removes his fingers as eddie falls to your side, sitting with his head tilted back as he catches his breath. steve watches carefully, half worried you might actually be having a seizure as you continue to convulse. you eventually stop and squeeze your legs together, rolling onto your side to face away from them.
you begin to cry, hiding the small sobs that wrack through you. in no way did you regret it or were hurt, you were just vulnerable. ādo weā¦ we should like, hold her ān stuff, right?ā eddie questions, still slightly restless as he looks at you in concern.
steve looks from him to you before furrowing his brows. āis that gay?ā steve asks and eddie narrows his eyes at him. āno that it matters i was-ā steve continues quickly.
āitās aftercare, steve,ā eddie says and steve nods.
āyes, right,ā steve confirms and watches as eddie moves to his knees.
eddie stretches his back for a moment. āleast she deserves after we fucked her stupid is some cuddles, right y/n,ā he says lightly, grabbing your shoulder and tugging you to lay on your back again. he notices your tears and he falters. āyou okay?ā he asks worriedly which has steve rushing to your side.
you nod, looking between the two. āi would really like those cuddles,ā you whimper, not meaning to sound so sad.
eddie nods and looks around. āof course, hunny. uh steve, there should be a rag in my glove box can you get it?ā eddie says in a hurried tone. steve nods, standing and pulling up his boxers before going to find it. eddie caresses your face, reaching to grab his underwear and shirt with his opposite hand. āpromise youāre okay? we didnāt take it too far?ā he asks.
āpromise, i really enjoyed it,ā you say and steve comes back with the rag. he kneels next to you, wiping his and eddieās cum off of you while eddie pulls on his boxers.
ācan you sit up?ā steve asks once heās done, noticing eddie sitting there with his shirt ready for you. you reach out for his hands, them shaking before he grabs them. the boys help you into eddieās shirt before laying you back down.
eddie lays his arm across your upper torso, resting his hand right under you your breasts as you lean into him. steve hooks one arm around your waist before finding one of your hands with the other. he lays his head against your shoulder as he and eddie tangle the three of your legs together.
you lay there in comfortable silence before you let out a sigh. āsorry, dustin,ā you mumble into the air. the three of you erupt into laughter at your comment. poor dustin.
based on a prompt from @hideeznuts (along with @bellajg21)
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John Lennon with a worried expression shielding the sick Paul McCartney as they left Portsmouth Guildhall after the Beatles show was cancelled in November 1963.
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Would you ship me with someone? I'm 5' (eh 13/f..) and I love to sing & write and I can be dirty when doors are shut but I'm quiet and shy to public eyes. I have blue eyes and long auburn hair. I have an outlandish clothing style (I wear what I feel)
Iāll go with Lennon. Your creative side would definitely keep you in touch with him. I think John needed someone who was also creative to understand him on the deep level he required. Heād love teasing you about being shy, but would boy, would he be in for a surprise once it was just the two of you. That would probably impress the hell out of him. Heād also love that you wear whatever you like and you two could have insane fashion shows of all the weird shit you buy then the final catwalk could be completely nude.Ā
Iām sick of getting dropped or ignored by some blogs just because my muse isnāt jumping and crawling all over them. There are things called enemies/platonic or just friends or whateverā¦ And iām annoyedā¦ So if you could just reblog this so that I can have a bit of reassurance about thisā¦ Itād be very appreciated.
Iām sick of getting dropped or ignored by some blogs just because my muse isnāt jumping and crawling all over them. There are things called enemies/platonic or just friends or whateverā¦ And iām annoyedā¦ So if you could just reblog this so that I can have a bit of reassurance about thisā¦ Itād be very appreciated.
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Friendly reminder to check your breasts while youāre just sitting there scrolling the internet, then reblog so your followers do the same. Two people I know were just diagnosed within the same week.
these are the things that need spread. not fucking ribbons and the words ābreast cancer awareness.ā we know it exists. just knowing it exists isnāt going to help much.
