Does Anyone Else Have This???

Does anyone else have this???

My husband's love language is gift giving so when I'm sad he always buys me something hoping to make me happy. I got this and I love it.

jocks with snacks ✨

I just need a hacker. The only hacker I know lives in Utah. Wait, Utah? Salt Lake City, to be specific.

Might start putting some of my Stranger Things works into the ether to share. It's almost always gonna be fluff, smut, or fluffy smut, js. >:3c -Buster

Eddie Munson/Billy Hargrove Smut/PWP

It’s the breakdown that starts about three and a half minutes into Master of Puppets that Billy isn’t just riding Eddie’s dick, he isn’t just fucking himself onto him until he’s breathless and shaking and leaking so much he’s got both their belly’s slick with mess. He isn’t just making love to him either.

Eddie’s pretty sure they’re slowly entwining their fucking souls through flesh and the literal power of Metal and he’s never been more in love in his life. He smooths his palms up the scarred and sweaty skin of Billy’s back until he’s at his shoulder blades and he can get a better grasp as they rock and grind into the melody. Billy lulls his head back and Eddie can’t help himself as he gets his mouth on the blonde’s already love-bruised throat to work his teeth into further deepening the biggest of them.

The guitar begins to trudge on from whimsical running to a heavy beat that has Eddie bucking his hips like he’s riding into fucking war and Billy only follows along with him. Billy grins in his typical manic fashion, leaning far back from where Eddie’s sitting against his shitty headboard, planting his hands so he can gallop along to the music.

He’s a fucking sight when he opens his sex drunk baby blues and stares Eddie down, that wicked tongue of his finding its way to being clamped under one of his canines just as Hetfeild comes snarling back into their lives. Eddie could wax poetic for fucking eternity about how Billy fucking Hargrove isn’t just a member of the fae but he’s a fallen fucking angel too pretty to ever be called a demon even though he certainly fucks like one.

Eddie flashes a smile and Billy winks at him and it’s all he can do not to come right then. He laughs breathlessly when Billy starts uttering the lyrics in a snarl to match. Eddie pulls him up to himself as they both rock back and then forward and holler “Fix me!” in unison, Billy cackling as Eddie lets him go to air guitar the remaining solo. They’re both head banging in a flurry of ruined curls and Eddie’s skillful fingers.

He joins Billy in wailing the last of the song, their rhythm is to the music and they’re running as Billy so fondly calls it when you have to let the music take you. It’s just that the only thing they seem to be chasing is something they already have.

When the song ends they’re both still breathless and hard, and more eager to replay the song for the tenth time that day than they are to come just yet.

buckingham to start the new year off right✨

(just them living in the city happy and alive)