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Nothing but a babysitter - Steve Harrington Smut

MDNI! 18+ Content ahead. This is my like first ever time writing smut so... pls be nice. :)

Edit: Oh I am so so so going to hell.

Word Count: 5.4k

You and Steve are getting on each other’s nerves. After dropping the kids off, Steve begins to drive you home and you make a snarky comment to him about how he’s “Nothing but a babysitter” and Mr. Harrington does not like that.

Dom Steve x reader

Warnings: Uh smut, piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), handjob, edging, overstim, orgasm denial, creampie, squirting, mean steve, language, reader has a praise kink, i think that’s it?

WRAP IT B4 YOU TAP IT!!!!!

You had been pissing Steve Harrington off all goddamn day. You had recently been “inducted” into the group due to being Robin’s other best friend and quickly became close with Nancy. Steve on the other hand? Couldn’t stand you. He couldn’t understand how Robin, a band-geek who works at Family Video could be friends with a feminine cheerleader, but Robin swore you were cool. And if Robin was friends with someone, Steve had to be too.

But now, after spending the entire day with you keeping the kids safe from the newest baddie in Hawkins, Vecna of course, with no Robin or Nancy to help, he was absolutely fed up. You had done nothing but make snarky comments to him and he was thiiiiiis close to making you shut up.

“Geez Harrington, how many kids do you have?” Dustin laughed from the backseat where he was seated next to Max and Lucas.

“There are three more of us, actually. Steve is just such a great mom.” Dustin’s comment made the other two teens laugh and you stared wide-eyed at Steve.

“Three more children? Wow, I hope you are getting child support.” Steve rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles beginning to turn white.

“Shut up Henderson.” Steve’s handsome face was red which made you smirk. You enjoyed getting into his head, riling the perfect boy up. “I’m a pretty damn good babysitter.” Steve’s tone was harsh as he pulled into Dustin’s driveway. “All right, get out.” He put his hand on the back of your seat to face the kids in the back, something that made your heart flutter and your stomach tighten.

You’d always thought Steve was hot. But you knew he liked Nancy and besides, it was fun to mess with him, even if he drove your fantasies wild.

The three in the back got out of the car.

“Thanks Steve!” Dustin said and the other two waved. Steve’s fingers flexed off of the wheel as to say “You’re welcome” as he watched them get into the house safely. You glanced at him.

“You good, Stevie? You really are nothing but a babysitter. Don’t worry so much. Your kids didn’t leave for college...” You giggle and his knuckles turn whiter as he backs out of Dustin’s drive, his hand back on your seat to look out the window. You can’t help but glance at his arm. You can see his veins, his strong muscles gripping your headrest for dear life. Your stomach flutters and you blush. Why is this turning you on?

You are on the road again and Steve is fuming. He is going 50 in a 35.

“Steve, slow down.” He laughs darkly. His foot presses the gas pedal harder. “Steve!!”

“Shut up.” He doesn’t look at you. You stare at his hands, veins popping out, his long fingers clenching the wheel so so hard. Fuck, you wished he was gripping something else. You were majorly turned on at this point, Steve’s normally goofball demeanor out the window. This new, glare-y and fuming Steve was sure to leave in imprint in your brain, sure to haunt your dreams. “I don’t know what the fuck your problem is.” He slows down to make a turn down a street with larger houses. “I’ve been trying and trying to be nice to you but you just keep making these fucking comments about me.” He swerves into the driveway of a large house and parks. “Get out of the car.” He turned the ignition and the car stopped. You fumbled for the handle to open yours and heard Steve’s door slam. You got out of his car and followed him up the drive to the front door. He unlocked the door and let you go inside first and locked the door behind him.

You stood in the entryway of his house, while he stood behind you. You felt his presence as he walked towards you.

“What did you say I was in the car? I just wanna make sure I heard you correctly.” He’s right behind you, his hot breath on your neck. He moves the stray hair that has fallen out of your ponytail off of your neck, his lips lightly touching you. Your whole body tingles. You can’t believe he’s touching you like this. “Y/N. What the fuck did you say to me? Don’t make me ask again.” His lips brush below your ear and you quite literally shiver. His hands skim up your bare arms, his fingertips touching you ever-so-slightly.

“I said you-“ you can barely think. “I said you were n-nothing but a ba-babysitter.” He places a small kiss right below your jaw. You sigh, melting into him.

“We both know that’s not true, right?” His hands travel down your body, his touch feather-light. Thank God for him being behind you or else you are sure your knees would have given out. “Answer me sweetheart...” Steve’s breath is back on your neck, and the heat rushes right down to your core.

“No. No it’s not.” Your voice is barely audible. You don’t think you have ever been so turned on by such simple touches.

Steve turns you around and grabs your jaw, forcing your chin up. You meet his eyes and what greets you are the eyes of a positively feral man. His usually kind eyes are dark with fury and lust, a combo that made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be feeling for Steve Harrington.

“Go upstairs.” His slight glare both terrifies you and turns you on even more. You take a deep breath and walk up the stairs, Steve trailing behind you. “First door on your left.” You do as you are told and open the door to Steve’s bedroom. It’s clean, which surprises you a bit. His large bed looks nice and soft. You glance around the room, jumping when Steve’s hands wrap around you. “Turn around.”

You do.

His hand travels up your arm to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around your throat. Your breathing hitches and Steve smirks.

“Don’t get all shy on me darling. What happened to the little bitch from the car? You had so much to say then.” You blush. What you had said in the car made him react like this?? “If you act like a brat, you’ll be treated like one.” His words make your cheeks flush even redder. It made your core swell and you were sure your underwear was soaked through at this point and you’re pretty sure Steve would see it dripping down your thighs sooner rather than later. You’d never been so turned on before. Steve met your eyes, his devilish smile making your thighs clench. He leans forward, dropping his head to your neck, breathing in your scent, before finally kissing your throat. You let out a sigh, dropping your head back whilst his grip on you tightens. His free hand travels down your front, reaching the top of your skirt.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me touch you?” Your breathing quickens. His fingers dip into the waist of your skirt.

“God yes. Please Steve.” You grip his arms while he sucks your neck, right below your jaw.

He grins and glances down, his hand releasing your throat and wrapping around your waist to unzip your skirt. You push your head into his chest as it falls, embarrassed for him to see your body’s reaction to his words. His fingers ghost over the hemline of your lacy pink underwear, making you shudder. You stare in disbelief as Steve moves his hands to rest on your waist, dropping to his knees in front of you. You blush so hard at the fact that he is blatantly staring at your arousal. His famous smirk returns as he looks up at you. Your hands are over your face, too embarrassed to make eye contact.

“Look at me.” He commands as he hooks his fingers into your soaked underwear. You force yourself to meet his eyes as he grips the sides of your panties. “Grab onto my hair, sweetheart.” Your hands thread into his perfect hair, so soft even Franchesca Stephens, the leader of the cheer squad would be jealous. Steve smirks before ripping your lace garment off of you, the torn fabric searing your thighs.

“Ow! Stev- oh shit. Fuck.” Steve is everywhere all at once. His head is between your thighs, rough hands and fingertips soothing the smarted areas. His kisses are hot and rough on your inner thighs, making you grip his hair. He groans, sending vibrations through your body.

“Baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.” His words make you more red, if possible.

Steve Harrington on his knees between your legs getting ready to devour you whole was everything and more you needed in life.

“Lie on the bed for me pretty girl.” He watches you do as your told, lust clouding his eyes. “Such a good girl for me.” Your hips roll into the air as he praises you. His strong hands roughly push your thighs apart, grinning at you with the devil in his eyes. “If you come, I will fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. But I won’t because I know you want this. Or else you wouldn’t have pushed me till I lost it, right? This is what you want, right?” You are too flustered to respond. He blows air right on your throbbing core. The groan that leaves your mouth is inhumane.

“Do you understand?” You nod frantically, desperate for his mouth, his fingers, anything. Steve seems to read your mind and just like that, his mouth is on you. Your hips buck off of the bed and he disconnects his mouth from your body, glaring at you from in between your open legs. His forearm clamps down on your hips, forcing you back down. “Don’t fucking move. If you do, I’ll stop touching you and just leave you here, to finger-fuck yourself to an orgasm you’ll never reach because you’ll be thinking about my tongue on your pretty pussy and how you can’t make yourself feel the way I’m making you feel. So stay. Fucking. Still.” Before you can even breathe, let alone reply, Steve’s mouth is on you again. Your body is shaking from the pleasure he his giving you, from the fact that Steve Fucking Harrington is eating you out. You can barely think. His mouths clamps over your clit, sucking hard.

You gasp.

“Oh fuck. FUCK Steve.” Your hands tangle in his hair, making him moan into your dripping heat.

“Do that again.” You hear him mumble. He continues to devour you.

“What?” You aren’t thinking correctly, the pleasure he’s giving you going straight to your head.

He bites your clit which makes you moan his name so loud you’re sure his neighbors will wake up.

“Do that again.” It’s more clear this time. He dips his tongue inside of you, and to keep yourself from being left alone to fend for yourself, you grab at his hair, pulling so hard Steve has to bury himself into your cunt to contain the noises coming from his throat. His hand finds its way to your core, pinching your puffy clit between his fingers. Your hand clamps over your mouth to keep quiet. Steve suddenly stops, earning a groan from you. His hand that was previously holding you down grabs yours and places it on his head.

“Let me hear you.” Your wide eyes meet his, your arousal evident on his beautiful mouth. He is back on you in a second, sucking and sucking at your clit, fingers dipping into you. A moan rips through your throat and to Steve it is the sexiest sound he’s ever heard come out of a woman. He groans into you, something you’ve grown to love. “Fuck. Fuck. Such a good girl. for me.” His index finger finally slips into you, so easily since you’ve been wet since he placed his hand behind your head in the car.

“Steeeeve.” You manage out. He’s making you feel so so good. So much better than you could make yourself feel. He adds a second finger, moving in and out of you so, so slowly. “Steve - faster, please, please.”

“Honey, I’m the one in charge here. I’ll decide when I go faster or harder.” He removes his mouth, traveling up your body, the hand that was previously holding your hips to the bed slides up your stomach, rubbing your soft skin. He’s right above you now, licking the rest of you off of his mouth. Your breathing is scattered as his fingers slide in and out of your dripping cunt. His fingers increase their speed as he slides back down your body. Steve adds another finger, going deeper each time they slide into you. His mouth latches onto your clit again, making you groan. You feel your orgasm coming but his earlier words flash into your mind.

“Steve- Steve please. Steve I’m going to-”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” his movements slow and his fingers still, remaining inside you, your inner walls clenching around him. He licks slowly at your clit. Steve had always wanted to edge a girl but he never had the chance. His tongue meets your body again which causes you to groan and clench around him once again. He stops, grins and looks up at you. Your eyes are squeezed shut, one hand still tangled in his hair while the other is fisting his dark blue bed sheets.

“Steve...” You breathe out, your chest heaving. Suddenly, he curls his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot inside of you that makes you see stars. “Oh my fuck- Steve.” He looks at you while he lowers his head back between your legs, licking a long stripe up your cunt, collecting the cum leaking out of you. He can’t get enough of your taste. His tongue swirls around your clit once again, your orgasm racing back, the pleasure too much. You come so hard, you’re sure you get your arousal all over Steve’s face. Fuck. You weren’t supposed to do that. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He is going to ruin you. You shut your eyes tight, trying to calm yourself. Steve had just rocked your fucking world. Your chest heaving, your body shaking. Steve’s look could kill.

His voice is by your ear, sending chills straight to your still-dripping pussy. “What did I say?” You don’t respond. His fingers dip into you once again, making you gasp. “What did I fucking say?” His legs were on either side of yours, his jeans rubbing your skin. You could feel his hard-on. Fuck. Was Steve Harrington really about to fuck you senseless? God, you hoped so. “Y/N. What the fuck did I tell you I was going to do to you if you came?” You opened your eyes to find him right above you, his eyes dark. His breathing was staggered, breath fanning your face. “C’mon baby, I wanna hear you say what I’m about to do to you.” Your face flushed.

You tried to focus on your words and not on his fingers pushing in and out of you.

“You... You said you’d fuc-k...” His fingers curl to that spot again, “me so hard that I’d beg you to stop.” You breathe heavily, looking into his eyes. His thumb presses down onto your clit.

“That’s exactly what you want, isn’t princess?” The new name has you clenching around him again, making his grin widen. He presses harder. “Answer me darling. Be a good girl for me.” Steve has caught on to your desires. He’s found out your secret. “You like that, don’t you, pretty girl? You like it when I praise you.” His fingers increase with speed, plunging deeper and deeper inside of you.

All you can do is nod. He laughs and kisses your throat.

“Just ask me and I’ll give you what you want.” He leans back, stilling his fingers again, but keeps the intoxicating pressure on your clit. “Y/N.” Harder. You moan, flexing your hips off of the bed. “I’m waiting.” You force yourself to look at him. He looks beautiful. His perfect hair messy, his lips swollen and pink, his mouth wet, cheeks flushed, heavy breathing, he’d never looked better.

“Steve. P-please fuck me...” You breathe. “Please fuck me until I beg you to stop.” He grins.

“Anything for you, princess.”

And for the very first time, Steve kisses you. Your hands grab for his hair, pulling him closer. He moans into your mouth.

“I’ve been holding back all day. You’re lucky I’m playing nice.” He growls into you before reclaiming your mouth with his. His hands return to your legs, wrapping them around his torso. They travel up your body, unbuttoning your plaid blouse from the bottom up. His kisses travel to your neck as he pushes the shirt off of your shoulders. Steve glances down your body, letting out a low growl that turns you on impossibly more. His fingertips gently trace the lacey edge of your pink bra. Your chest is heaving. Steve glances at you, the smirk returning before angling his head down to kiss the base of your throat, your collar bone, your shoulder, and...

“Steve...” He laughs. “Feels s’good.” His ego grows and he grins into your skin. He reaches behind you to unhook your bra and slides it down your arms, his eyes taking you in. You can’t help but blush, seeing him looking at your naked body while he is still fully clothed. He leans you forward, setting you back down on the bed.

Steve leans forward, a different expression on his face.

“If I...” He wets his lips. You can see he is trying hard not to lose control. “If I hurt you or if I’m doing something you don’t like, stop me.” His eyes are trained on yours. His expression is dead serious. Your lips part and you nod. “I’m serious, Y/N. I don’t want to-” You can’t take it anymore. Steve had promised that he was going to fuck you hard and if he didn’t uphold, you were going to be pretty pissed.

“Steve just fuck me. Please.” Your eyes are pleading with his. “Please.” You say again. “You’re in control, you always are.” You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. A dirty thought pops into your head. “If you don’t I’ll just go find Jason and-” His hand is on your mouth, his glare piercing through you.

“What the fuck?” You can’t help the smirk that crosses your lips. And Steve can’t help but notice it. “Oh, you think it’s funny, do you?” His head dips down, his lips brushing yours. “I don’t think Jason could fuck you half as hard as I could.” His face is unreadable but you know for a fact that he is turned on - the evidence straining through his jeans. “Do you think Jason could do this?” His thumb brushes over your clit, making you gasp. “Or this?” His fingers plunge into your heat, making you groan. You are oh so overstimulated but Steve shows no signs of mercy. Your hands grasp his arm, desperate to slow his harsh movements but he pins them above your head with his free hand. You can see his veins again, sending another wave straight to your wet core. “Could he make you as wet as you are right now?” He looks down to where his fingers are plunging in and out of you at a feral pace. “Answer me.” Your brain is melting as you feel his thumb return to your clit, rubbing it in small circles, his fingers thrusting into you faster and faster. You scream his name as you come around his fingers. “Could he make you cum as hard as I just did?” His gaze is on your worn-out form. He leans forward to catch your right breast in his mouth, biting the peak.

Your hands fly to his hair, breaking through his strong hold.

“Fuck, Steve. N-No. He couldn’t.” You look at him and the sight before you is unholy. Steve’s fingers are covered in your slick and he puts them right into his mouth, sucking every inch of you off of him. You are sure you could come from the sight alone.

Steve realizes that something is very wrong about this scenario - he is still fully clothed. He sits up, letting you catch your breath and pulls his shirt off over his head. He too is out of breath. You make eye contact and you see his self/restraint snap. He surges forward, attacking your mouth. His mouth is feverish on yours.

“Fuckin’ hell, Y/N.” He rests his forehead on yours. “Look what you’re doing to me.” You look down, his bulge very visible through his jeans. You look into his eyes, a slight blush across your cheeks.

“Then let me fix it.” For a split second, Steve is shocked at your words.

“Y/N I-” Your hand is unbuttoning his jeans, shutting him up. His eyes are wide, his pupils blown. His brown eyes almost blackened by his pupils. His breathing is labored.

Your hand slips into the waistband of his Calvin Kleins and his lower body rolls into yours, eliciting a moan out of both of you. His head drops to your neck, kissing you. You debate on letting your hand go further but Steve’s husky voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Fix it.” His mouth on your neck makes you shiver. “You caused this. So fix it.” His tone is harsh. His head moves away from your neck and suddenly he’s right above you. “Fucking fix it.” Your timid hand reaches further into his underwear, grazing him. Steve lets out a guttural moan as you touch him. “Fuck baby, that’s so so good.” You wrap your hand around him, not applying pressure, and Steve hisses. “Fuck. Stop fucking teasing me.” His hand grabs yours, tugging it further into his pants. Steve’s dominant demeanor is crumbling at the touch of your hand.

You smirk, and slowly slide a finger from the base to the tip of his length. Steve shudders above you and then gasps as you take him in your hand and squeeze.

“Steve...” He looks into your eyes, a new fire lit inside them. “Don’t make me do all the work...” You lean forward, planting a kiss at the base of his throat and whisper, “I want you...” Your comment has his head spinning. He’s running the show and he needs to take back control.

“You asked for it.” Steve is off of you in a flash, tugging off his Levis and Calvins, leaving you panting on his bed. You don’t dare to look at him, you are far to nervous about the events to come.

Steve laughs. “Darling don’t get shy on me. You want this, remember?” He climbs back on top of you and you feel him. All of him.

“See what you do to me?” You blush, his praise going to your head. “It’s alright princess, you can look.”

You wonder how he can say such filthy things in such a sweet tone, but Steve Harrington has a way with words.

You lower your eyes down his body until you get to-

“Steve...” Your heart rate quickens. “It’s so... big.” He laughs before kissing you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make it fit.” He lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you, his mouth covering yours and swallowing all of your pretty noises.

You pull away, looking down to see that Steve isn’t even halfway inside of you. He grins at you before slamming himself in the rest of the way, a scream ripping through your throat.

Your walls stretch deliciously around him and he’s already so deep. Your vision is spotty and Steve is occupying your thoughts. He’s everywhere all at once. He lets you settle for a moment before taking your hands in one of his and bringing them above your head once again. The feral look in his eyes is back and you can tell he is enjoying ruining you.

He pulls out of you agonizingly slow, which makes you whimper, desperate for more.

“Ste-Steve.” You sputter. “More, more.” He pulls back just enough to where his tip is the only thing inside of you. He slams back in, much harder than the first time and you moan his name. He shuts you up by shoving his tongue in your mouth, kissing you with such a force you are sure your lips will be bruised tomorrow. His free hand is around your throat, giving you a warning squeeze.

“Tell me what to do one more time. I dare you.” His hand grips your throat just a bit harder, making you gasp for air. He slides out again and just looks at you. A panting, whimpering, beautiful mess beneath him. And he wasn’t even finished yet.

Steve barely gives youq time to even think of a response before he’s ramming into you, over and over again. The hand on your throat makes its way down your body, his thumb making the tiniest circles on your clit. The sheer force of him plunging inside of you makes his headboard hit the wall.

“Princess, you’re so wet I’m practically slipping out of you.” You’re leaking out around him. “Is that all for me?” His finger stops its ministrations on your clit to gather some of your wetness. “Is this all for me?” You are moaning over and over beneath him and can do nothing but nod as he slips his fingers past your lips. Steve doesn’t even has to ask before you are sucking his fingers clean. “Oh fuck baby, so good for me.” He kisses you, tasting you once again which makes him want more. His fingers are back between your legs, collecting more of you on his fingers, putting them into his own mouth.

You can’t help but stare. This man, Steve Harrington, a man who you thought hated your guts, fucking you into oblivion while sucking you off of his fingers? It was a sight to behold.

His thumb was back on your clit in an instant, pressing down hard enough to make you scream his name fore the 10th time that night. He could feel you clenching around him. He could tell you were close. So he fucked you right through your orgasm. Your hands were desperate to hold something, pull his hair, but Steve’s grip on your wrists wouldn’t allow that. You came harder than the first time and you thought he would slow down.

He didn’t. He looked at your disheveled form below him and smiled, letting your hands go as he continued to fuck you through your high. He had done this. He had made you feel this way. But he wasn’t finished. He hadn’t come. Yet. He moved your legs to the outside of his so he could push them open further, allowing him to go deeper inside of you. With the new angle, Steve could hit the spongy spot inside of you and more. Your hands flew to his hair, pulling hard, making him moan. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Look down darling.” You could barely function but not wanting to piss him off further, you did as you were told. His hand was placed on your stomach, right below a bulge. “Baby I’m so far inside you, see?” It’s true. His dick is in your tummy. “I told you I’d make it fit, didn’t I?” He grins at you and without warning, slams back into you, his hands pressing your thighs down to keep them open. Your abused little cunt pulsating around him couldn’t take much more and your third but not final orgasm was approaching.

“Steve...” You manage out. “Steve, I’m cumming, cumming.” Your words are almost inaudible through your breathy tone. You wonder how Steve isn’t tired.

Then you realize, he hasn’t come. His brutal force is earth-shattering and you come again. Steve lets out a groan. His is rapidly approaching his. His hands leave your inner thighs and land on the bed on either side of you, the bed frame groaning against the force. You clench around him so hard, pulling him towards the finish line. His movements slow. As Steve tries to regain a normal breathing pattern, all you can do is stare at him. Not only had he given you the best orgasm ever, but also the best sex you’d ever had. Your hands brush through his hair.

Steve sits up abruptly and you can see a new idea forming in his mind, the devilish smirk returning to his pretty face.

“Ya’ think you got one more in you, pretty girl?” Your eyes widen. Another? He had just given you three mind-blowing orgasms and wants you to cum again?

He’s lowering yourself between your legs again. He’s going to eat you out, again. Taste the two of you mixed together. You can’t think. His hands rest on your inner thighs, so close to your core, and you clench around nothing at all. Tears form in your eyes. His fingers brush over your heat, the mixture of the two of you leaking out. Two of his fingers gather as much as he can and pushes it back inside you. The sudden contact makes you cry out. Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, you got another in you.” He places a kiss right above your clit, your hips rocking up, desperate for friction. He reaches up to grasp one of your hands as he lowers himself down to where you really need him. You get the idea and thread your fingers through his hair, latching on for dear life. Steve’s tongue dives straight into you, licking up all the extra cum. Your thighs clamp around his head as you moan. His palms flatten on your inner thighs, forcing them back down. Your hips roll into his face. He takes in a deep breath, reveling in your scent before diving back in. He devours you like a man starved, tongue in and out, licking up everything leaking out of you. You had heard rumors that Steve gave good head, but God fuck! Someone get this man a trophy because Harrington was a legend. His nose brushes against your overstimulated clit and you can’t help the animalistic sounds coming out of you. You tug harder at his hair which makes him dig his fingers into the sides of your thighs. You were definately going to have handprint bruises on your thighs tomorrow. His lips attach to your clit, sucking harder than before, fingers immediately slipping inside you.

You can feel it, the orgasm, and you are sure Steve knows it’s coming. His hands push harder against your thighs, fingers thrust deeper, and his mouth biting, sucking, anything to get you to the end. Your vision goes white as your body spasms. It’s the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Steve’s fingers haven’t stopped.

“Holy shit baby. You’re squirting.” You blush hard and try to close your legs in embarrassment. “No, keep them open pretty girl.” His mouth is on you again, collecting you in his mouth. You can’t believe this. You are so completely fucked-out and he is still going to town, intent on sucking every last drop out. He just can’t get enough.

Eventually, Steve stops, your breathing turns normal, and your heart rate decreases to a normal pace.

“That’s what happens when you piss me off, princess.” He kisses your neck before flopping down on the bed beside you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you into him. His breath fans your neck and you can’t help but smile.

Steve’s soft voice breaks the silence. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” You turn your body to face his, kissing him.

“Steve, I’m fine. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. I may not be able to walk tomorrow but I’d say considering the circumstances, I couldn’t care less.

A beautiful smile crosses his face. You kiss him again.

He pulls you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. You trace the freckles on his arms, taking in what just happened.

“I can’t believe you squirted.” His obscene comment breaks the silence.

“STEVE!”

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS A LOT.

There may be typos ahhhh.

Uhhhh I am so so sorry and I am so so going to hell.

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asuyaka · 4 months

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Hello Arlan! I love you’re writing so much and was wondering if you could write someone with Aki from CSM since i see there isn’t a ton requested on here! What i was thinking was Aki and Reader(FtM or whatever feels best!) Having lots of little romantic moments together. Doing your chores everything like that and once they finish relaxing on the couch and they open up to one another about current life struggles and grow more and more intimate that Reader and Aki go into the bedroom and slowly but romantically have one another in the sheets. I love domestic like fics and i would love to see how you interpret this. I give you full reign to choose what happens but that’s just what i give to start an idea. I hope you are healthy and well!!

★ - m'was kinda strugglin' on if it should be FtM or cis... ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)⁭ ⁭ also!! CSM hype Reze 's gettin animated ໒꒰ྀི >ヮ<꒱ྀི১

☆ - Aki Hayakawa x FtM! Reader!

♡ - m'cigarette addicted boyfie...໒꒰ྀི ๑>///<๑ ꒱ྀིა | slight manga spoilers but no names are dropped!! | wowie, this one took a lottt outta me! but, anythin' for you guys!! merry (late) christmas ૮₍｡´ᴖ ˔ ᴖ`｡₎ა

✪ - amab terminology, dom Aki/sub reader, praise, dacryphilia, nipple play, fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, uses the term 'hole' and 'dick/cock' for readers genitals, slight degradation/mocking, creampie(s), n implied aftercare!!

Aki Hayakawa’s children are a handful. There is no other way to say it. However, you could say you enjoyed it whenever they got rowdy. After killing the Control and Gun Devil and everyone (surprisingly) making it out alive, Power and Denji have been inseparable ever since.

Constantly bickering about who’s getting the larger portion of juice, running around the house at fuck off O’clock yelling something about how Martians are going to invade Japan with tin foil shaped like a cone on their heads, or having… barf contests for some odd reason.

Then there was you Aki, and some girl Kishibe gave you after the control devil incident. Aki insisted on moving since the house was too big for five people and an absurd amount of dogs. He also pulled Denji and Power out of Public Safety and enrolled them in school when he figured out they were nowhere near the proper academic level for teenagers— and helped them with their homework whenever they got it.

The girl was always close to Denji or with the dogs. She was nice, a little freaky when you realized she was the new Control Devil, but you soon realized she was nothing like the past one.

She embodied a fresh new slate, a perfect addition to the family slowly building itself back together after almost losing important people in your lives.

“I’m back, I got groceries so we could make dinner when they’re back from Kishibe’s,” Aki says, accompanied by the automated chime that sounded through the house every time the door opened.

Donned in a plain apron jacket, Aki’s clothes, and house slippers, you greet him at the door with a kiss, an excited smile adorning your face. “Welcome back! I uh, wrote you something.”

Aki cocks an eyebrow slightly as his hands snake to settle on your waist, breathing in the scent of his shampoo on your hair. “What is it, baby?”

Walking towards the living room–albeit a bit awkwardly with the addition of your boyfriend behind you– you pick up a note from the table, an excited but shy look on your face as you hand him the paper.

Aki silently reads it behind you, remaining expressionless until he finishes. “You’re so sappy, you know that?” He breathes out, peppering kisses against your cheek.

A warm flush spreads through your body, slightly pushing his face away from yours. “I need to finish doing the dishes, wait on the couch?”

Aki kisses your cheek once more before nodding, the warmth around your waist leaving as he sits on the couch.

Immediately missing the added heat against your body, you do the dishes with added haste. Not too fast for Aki to pick up on what you were doing, but fast enough for your hands to gain slight ice burn.

You take your apron off and hold it, placing it next to Aki’s. It’s a slight, domestic feature that makes your heart swell up fondly. Aki’s blue eyes catch yours as he pats a seat next to him on the couch.

He wraps his arms around you, pushing your back against his chest and intertwining your legs. Moments like this make you feel lucky. Lucky to have Aki alive and your kids (?) alive too.

“What was it like being in public safety?” You ask absentmindedly, adjusting your position so you’re laying on top of him, chest against chest.

Aki’s eyes widened, his face slightly contorting in confusion. “What’s with the sudden question?”

“Well,” You shrug, intertwining his hands in yours. “You quit and I just got a little curious since you know… all that happened. I guess I was scared you and the kids wouldn’t come back to me.”

He stares at you and sighs, pulling you closer and putting your face in the crook of his neck. “I know, I’m sorry. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t exactly good either. People died, a lot, and a part of me guessed that one day I’d die before I ever got a chance to find people to care about.”

“There was Himeno, of course, but that wasn’t the same.” Aki sighs, a vague image of his friend flashing through his face. “Ironically, it was when I met those two dumbasses and you that I think my life… turned around?”

“I was forced to take care of Denji and Power, obviously, but the added responsibility of taking care of two people who don’t know how to do long division made me care for them in a reverse psychological type way.”

Aki’s hands are under your shirt, drawing images on your bare back. “Then I met you and changed even more. I never thought I’d be able to have a significant other, not to talk about loving someone romantically.”

Aki isn’t good with expressing his emotions, and even though he’s millions of light years better than when you first met him, hearing him outright say that you changed him, for the better, makes something swell inside you.

“‘n I’m the sap.” You say in feigning annoyance, pressing a kiss on his neck. You feel his body shudder as the hands on your back dig into your skin. “Missed you.”

You move to straddle his waist, a warm flush spreading across your body. “Aki,” a shiver runs down your spine as you suck in a breath. Like a broken record, you repeat yourself. “Aki,”

Curling your fingers into his shirt, you pull him forward and push your lips into his.

You feel him move, his chest pressing against yours as he pushes you to lay your back on the couch. Your hand moves to the back of his neck, the smoothness of his topknot under your fingertips. He tastes tangy, addictive. His tongue swirls around yours, a tiny whine forces its way through your throat.

Pulling away, Aki plays with the bottom of your (his) shirt. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes, Aki please,” You whisper shakily, watching his eyes darken as he swiftly takes your shirt off, throwing it on the floor somewhere and burying his face in your neck.

Soft whines emit from your mouth, hands going to remove the hair tie holding his hair up. His dark blue hair cascaded past his neck and rested on his shoulders. Aki’s hands follow the soft arch of your back and leave indents of his teeth, accompanied by bruises forming on your neck.

Electricity pools in your stomach and flows straight to your dick. Aki spreads your legs with his big hands, his mouth nibbling on the tip of your nipple. “Bedroom?” You whisper breathlessly, remembering none of the people you and Aki are acquainted with know how to knock (except for Angel).

He groans and picks you up as if you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulder and opening the door to your shared bedroom with his foot. He puts you on the bed and readily restarts his ministrations.

You watch him play with the waistband of your boxers as his teeth graze the tip of your dick through the fabric. Your legs instinctively come to close, separated by his head. Aki grunts, his hands pressing into the flesh of your thighs, prying them apart and keeping you still. “Stay still.”

Sounds of protest bubble up but the second you feel him lick your cock, it shuts you up instantly. You won’t admit how hard seeing Aki between your legs makes you. Your hole clenches around nothing as slick pools between your thighs.

“Aki,” You mutter, your hands gripping the sheets. “Just take them off already.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Aki tuts, feigning annoyance as he grabs your thigh so you’re focused on his face. There’s a bare hint of flush on his cheeks, pressing against the crease where your thigh and crotch meet.

It’s like a mental game. Aki knows what he’s doing, how to play with your body to get the exact reaction he needs, and you were dumb to think he wouldn’t use that against you. “No… m’sorry,” You sniffle, fighting back the tears that you weren’t aware of bubbling up.

It’s embarrassing, the hold he has on you. All it takes is a few kisses and some manhandling to have you whining under him like a slut.

Nonetheless, he hikes your hips up and finally takes your boxers. A small gasp leaves your lips as Aki forces your legs above his knees, now properly sitting on the bed. You can feel the swell of his bulge on your ass. There, so close to where you need it the most.

“Open,” Aki’s fingers slip into your mouth, pulling at the corners with a smile on his face. He plays with your tongue, obscene slurping sounds forcing their way into your ears.

It’s not like you’re trying to be loud, but it’s so quiet that you’re practically forced to hear it. Every shortened breath, every whine, words of encouragement every time Aki calls you a good boy, his good boy.

You whimper when his fingers leave your mouth, a messy trail of spit connecting them. His free hand spreads you apart as he scoots down, a glob of spit landing on your cock and sliding down onto your hole.

His fingers find your hole instantly, rubbing against your dick in slow circles. “Aki—ah!” There’s a steady heat building in your abdomen, tight and needy.

“Hm? Something you wanna tell me, baby?” He pushes in a knuckle at a time, just below where you need it. You bite your lip, from the slight burn and the tease of pleasure.

You try to speak– tell him what you need but another finger pushes in and you're interrupted by your hiss. It felt a bit premature, it has been a while since you and Aki had sex so you aren’t as open as you normally would be. Aki leans in for a kiss. It’s demanding, and greedy as he takes your breath away, biting at your lips. Aki’s fingers begin sissorcing, a tiny mewl of surprise leaving your throat.

It takes a minute for the pain to leave completely and the pleasure to take over, g-spot hit dead on. “Oh–” You sigh, fingers holding onto Aki’s shoulder as he breathes your air, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Aki,” You’re out of breath and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. It’s humiliating, embarrassing, yet it feels so good. Aki moves down, his teeth leaving a trail as he settles on your left nipple. He circles the areola. His teeth nip and bite the bud, sucking as his fingers move faster.

It’s good, mind-breakingly so, but it hurts. There’s too much stimulation at once and you’ve completely forgotten everything other than Aki. How Aki feels, what he tastes like, your entire mind is Aki, Aki, Aki.

“Feels good, right baby boy?” Aki coos, his thumb circling the tip of your cock with a newfound haste. “Feels– Aki, m’gonna–” You nod frantically, eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your face as you cum.

“Shh,” Aki kisses your cheek, licking the salt off your face. He pulls away and you hear the sound of clothes rustling. He’s still going?

You can’t bring yourself to move, not when your body feels so limp. So you sit there with your eyes closed and wait.

A beat passes, then two, three, and Aki still hasn’t slipped inside. You are forcing your eye to peek open. Aki stares back at you, eyes lidded and breathing heavy. “Y’look so pretty baby, all perfect f’me, right?”

Aki oozes confidence that he knows he has. The power he has over you, to break with merely his fingers evokes an emotion in you.

The head of his cock presses against your hole, using your cum to slide over your cock. Again, and again, and again, until you’re hard and whining for him to fuck you. “C’mon baby, where are your manners?”

You sniffle, swallowing down a whine. “Please, Aki.”

“Good boy.” He smiles, and the slow grinding of his cock against yours finally stops as he slips inside you. Aki is big, even with prep it takes a bit to get used to.

“Y’feel so good baby,” Aki says, his voice catching on a grunt. “So perfect f’me, so fuckin warm too… shit…” The sound of Aki bottoming out embarrassingly almost brings you over the edge.

“A-Aki—”

Aki’s cock hits your g-spot. Whatever you were about to say gets replaced by a whiny moan. Your eyes snap close and your toes curl, more tears falling down your cheeks.

Aki still doesn’t let up, his hips snapping against your ass hastily. You and Aki have never fucked like this, at least you two haven’t gone past one mutual orgasm before. It feels weird, good– but your body burns up and you physically can’t think.

Your cock stirs, pleasure building in your abdomen again. It sends jolts through your body, pleasure building up, and up, and up and—

Aki’s thumb rubs the tip of your cock and that’s all it takes for another orgasm to wash over you. Your whole body trembles and your back arches.

“That’s two,” Aki says, not showing any sign of slowing down. “I want you t’count okay? C’mon baby tell me how many that was.”

Your voice cracks, and Aki is still fucking you. “Two! s’two!”

Aki grins. “There’s my good boy.”

You’re sure you look stupid, crying on Aki’s cock, rambling about how it’s too much, that you can’t cum anymore. You’re still so sensitive but Aki doesn’t seem to care. He doesn’t let up; his thrusts are deep, overwhelming.

Your body sags when you feel Aki’s hips stutter, thrusting once, twice, before spilling inside you with a ragged breath. Heat fills your hole, filling you up and leaking past your perineum.

“My boy, my good fuckin’ boy aren’t you?” Aki kisses you, his hand at the back of your neck that’s adorned with bruises. Everything seems to melt into each other as you try to kiss him back, even out your breathing but you just can’t.

Then, Aki’s cock rehardens inside you, even though it’s barely been a minute. Your eyes widen, trying to look down but all the wind is knocked out of you the second Aki moves his hips.

“Ah! Aki— s’too much too much too—”

Aki grabs your chin, squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look at him through blurry vision. “T’aww, s’okay baby, just lay there n’take it, okay?” He says in a nasally, prissly voice.

In addition to Aki fucking your hole and still stroking your dick, he takes your nipple in his mouth. Licking around it, biting the bud and sucking the skin. Your throat hurts from all the whining and moaning you’re doing but you can’t help it. Not when he’s fucking you like there’s no tomorrow, pushing you well past overstimulation.

Aki’s mouth burns on your skin, raising your body temperature. Everything is hot, too much. Then, tugs on your nipple with his teeth, slightly increasing the arch in your back.

With the abuse of stimulating all your erogenous zones, you feel another knot forming inside you. Even though everything feels too good, your tears stain the sheets, and electricity zips down every bone in your body. You’re so close, so close—

“Remember to count,” Aki warns just as another orgasm washes over you. For a second, you think you blacked out. Your senses dull and your eyes see nothing but darkness. Your voice tethers over the edge of a sob, your body still convulsing.

“C’mon baby, what number are we at?”

“Three! It’s three— Aki, can’t anymore s’too much—”

He interrupts you with a harsh snap of his hips. His hand pauses just before it goes back to your weeping cock. The stretch of time physically hurts, because you don’t know what he might be thinking. “I think you can give me one more, hm baby?”

“Aki!” You try to shout, but your throat won’t let you speak over a whisper. “Can’t, won’t, it can’t, can’tcan’t—”

“Shhh, s’okay baby,” Aki kisses your cheek, using one of his hands to pull you down on his cock. “Just let me do all the work okay? I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

Realistically speaking he’s always been doing the work so his words don’t hold much value. You don’t think that if you’re thinking of anything at all.

Aki’s hips begin to move again, his mouth latches onto your nipple and you don’t think you can breathe anymore. Continuing to rub your cock, he takes two fingers and adds them into your hole, with his cock still inside.

“Aahh! A-Ak—”

“I know baby, shhh, s’okay…” Aki says, pleased. The noises coming from your mouth are absolutely filthy, they sound straight out of a porno, vulnerable and embarrassing. His fingers and his cock move at an uneven pace, making it hard to tell left from right and up from down.

There’s no way you can cum again, it’s impossible. Even then, Aki still keeps going. There’s an unforgivable assault on your g-spot, the tip of his thumb toying and playing with the slit of your cock.

The pleasure is there, unmistakably so, but it hurts. It’s too much but not enough, everything is hot, too hot and—

“Can’t can’t can’t—”

“S’why I’m here, baby.” Aki’s voice sounds so distant even though you know he’s right there.

You shake your head furiously. “It won’t– Aki it can’t,” you cry, snot dripping down your nose.

Your skull melts into nothing when you feel that knot swell up inside you, it hurts, it's too much, it can’t. “There we go, you’re close, right baby?”

You feel like reality splits the second you cum on Aki’s cock. It dribbles out pathetically, borderline dry. Aki’s hips stutter as he cums inside you, his second time.

Yet, he still has the stamina to force you to face him. “Number?’”

“F…four,” Your voice breaks as you sniffle. You missed Aki’s hands on you, even if it was something small like this.

He pulls out and immediately goes to cradle you when he sees the tears only increase in intensity. “Baby? Hey, did I do something wrong? Does anything hurt?”

You can’t find it in yourself to talk, but you have to reassure him somehow. So you shake your head, burying your face in the warmth of his chest. “Can you tell me anything? Color?” There’s worry in his voice and you can’t help but love him more. Even if he just fucked you and your brain stupid.

Weakly, you hold up one finger, hoping that is enough to get the message across. He looks confused for a brief moment before all the worry washes off his face. “But seriously, why are you crying?”

“L…love you, s’muh…” Your voice is nothing less than grainy like you’ve been a chain smoker for twenty years.

Aki’s expression softens as he places a kiss on your cheek, using his thumb (not soiled with your cum) to wipe the tears off your cheeks. You try to stay awake so Aki doesn’t have to clean up alone.

You’re sure you were awake, but you don’t exactly remember getting into the warm sheets with a fresh new set of clothes on as Aki spoons you.

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michaelinprogress · 13 days

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St5 THEORY: VECNA/001/HENRY AND WILL

I think Vecna is going to present himself as Henry to Will for the first time they interact/talk face to face.

From this point, Vecna hasn’t even really spoken to Will. Not in a way that actually revealed himself to Will, anyway. He manifested as thoughts in Will’s mind, but Will had no way to know that it was a person who stalked and hunted him down. He thought he was being possessed by creatures, but all this time, it was a man.

Someone just like him.

We already know that El and Will are extremely similar and have insane parallels, and Henry tried to appeal to El with his similarity to her

So I think Henry is going to present himself to Will as human in a vision of some sorts, and force Will to realize just how similar they are. Their empathy, their sensitivity, their jealousy and inner sense of Justice. They just have so much in common. He will try to make Will falter and join his side.

I cannot wait to see them finally meet!!! And have a big show down!!!!

Anyone else have any thoughts on the Will and Vecna meeting scene!?

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kgmilgramau · 1 month

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Happy White Day

(retrospect)

By Ozzy🍬

"It's candy I don't like..take it"

#happy white day #festival #kindergarten au #kindergarten 2 #kg milgram au #kindergarten game #kindergarten fanart #milgram au #kindergarten #kindergarten ozzy #011

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jttwconfessions · 2 months

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#journey to the west #bull demon king #princess jade countenance #journey to the west confession #fandom confession #jttwconfessions #011

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lovetohate001 · 2 years

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i think a 001 x reader where the reader has a bunch of tattoos and lets the kids color them in and hes just sitting back admiring them would be so cute

(your work is literally amazing bro 😭😭😭<3)

Colour Me In

Peter Ballard (001) x Gender Neutral!Reader | FLUFF

AN: thank you for loving my work! this was the sweetest ask and I hope you enjoy it as much as i loved writing it!

Working at Hawkin’s National Laboratory was difficult most days. But some days were just worth all the trouble. The children here were all just a bit older than eight, and they simply adored going to the Rainbow Room. No matter how tired or overworked they were from their training in the mornings, they all rushed to the colourful setup to spend time with all the puzzles and games waiting for them inside. And it broke your heart a little, knowing that this facility would most likely be all they would ever know growing up.

“Excuse me…” 011 gently tapped you on your shoulder, her wide eyes looking up at you. “Colour?”

You were confused for a second…looking at 011, and then to the red marker she had in her hand, cap off, and the felt tip poised above your arm.

“Colour? You want to colour on my arm?”

She nodded enthusiastically and wiggled the pen in her hand for emphasis.

You rolled the white sleeve of your uniform up to your elbow and showed her the dainty tattoos across the inside of your arm. They were thin branches, curling around your wrist up to your elbow, cherry blossoms adorning them and falling off in small little petals. The pink ink had faded and was no more than a dusting of colour now. You hadn’t had time for a touch up with how busy you were.

Without a word, 011 began to brush the pen across the small little flowers, the felt tickling your arm in the process. A few of the other children stopped what they were doing to steal a quick glance at the two of you, curious as ever.

After a while, you had three children crowding around your arm, not even bothering to keep within the lines like 011 did. They made small little squiggles all over your arm, even getting a few small dots of ink onto your pristine white uniform. But you didn’t mind. The children were happy and that was all that mattered. Seeing those little smiles on their faces was all you needed. You could worry about the stains later.

The intercom came on to announce lunch. The children “awww’ed” and set down their pens, obediently getting to their feet and making their way to the dinner hall.

You sighed and picked up the markers they’d left on the floor, a small smile on your face as you looked at the doodles they’d left for you.

“You are such a celebrity here, I must say I am impressed,” Peter said, just a small bit jealous of the attention the children had given to you today. He was usually their favourite.

“Aww, do you want to draw on me too?” you cooed, teasing him and waving a marker in his face.

Without a word, he snatched the purple marker from your grasp and took your hand in his. He drew a small little heart on your hand.

“There,” he said, passing the marker back to you with a grin on his face, those eyes of his shining with pride, “now I don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

It was an understatement to say that you spent the rest of your day staring down at that little heart, a foolishly large grin on your face.

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deer-a-day · 3 months

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011

vector art today

#011 #deer #chital #axis deer #buck #they have such cool looking antlers #maybe tomorrow ill focus on line art...#with ref #spotted deer

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bylerbrainrot · 2 years

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jamie campbell bower presenting his will byers mind map and his alpha omega theory to the duffers

#jamie campbell bower #byler tumblr #001 #011 #henry creel #peter ballard #stranger things #stranger things meme #stranger things theory #st4 #he’s a theorist lmao #will byers #eleven hopper #millie bobby brown #noah schnapp

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runawayolives · 2 years

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First Day

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Reader

Summary: First day in Hawkins after officially adopting Eleven

Warnings: Mentions of food. Some 80's misogyny. if you see anything else, please tell me!

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You parked the car in the driveway of your new home, a two-story house in the woods that surround Hawkins, Indiana. You turned your head to look at Peter, smiles on both of your faces, realizing that you had made it, had escaped the lab with Eleven safely if your backseat. You then turned to look at the small girl, who smiled back at you.

“You ready, El?” She silently nodded, smile still intact. Peter took his seatbelt off and left the car. He then opened Eleven’s door and helped her out, encouraging her to “explore” the new house.

You left the car and hugged Peter, taking a moment to breathe it all in, to finally let it sink in that you had left, the three of you were safe in what is going to be your new home. “Let’s go, love, I want to see the inside of the house.”

Because Peter and Eleven were trapped inside the Lab, you had been the one that bought the place and everything inside of it, furniture, clothes, and food. You both walked inside, hand in hand, ready for the next chapter of your lives.

…

For dinner, you had let Eleven choose whatever she felt like having, not feeling like cooking after the exhausting day you had had. She had shown a particular interest in the box of Eggo waffles inside the freezer. You gladly taught her how to use the toaster, and smiled at her excitement after they jumped out after the timer went off.

You grabbed maple syrup and blueberries and placed them on the table, in the center of the table where plates forks and knives had already been set, by Peter. You sent Eleven to wash her hands and offered to help her. You couldn’t see what they were doing, but Eleven’s giggles could be heard from the kitchen, which made you smile again.

Dinner was a combination of calm conversation, Eleven’s new love for the waffles, and at the end, soft yawns followed by small denials of her being tired. Once the dishes were placed in the sink, a problem for later, you both showed Eleven to her new room. When decorating, you hadn’t been sure what Eleven liked, so you decided to paint the walls a light blue, with a white twin bed covered by a soft pink comforter. Your plan for the week was to take her shopping to look for other things to decorate her room, to make it hers. She had been grateful for the bedroom, which in a sense made you sad. You had seen the bedrooms of the children a few times while working in the lab, the white walls with the metallic bed that looked extremely uncomfortable, joined with cero decoration and cero signs of a child sleeping in it.

Once you both tucked her in, you led Peter to the bedroom you were going to share. Just like Eleven’s, the room was almost bare, except for the bed, two nightstands, the closet, and the connected bathroom.

“You’ve done an amazing job, sweetheart.” You turned around to look at Peter, a small bashful smile once you saw his eyes full of adoration. “The house is incredible, El loves it, I do too.”

“Thanks, Pete.” He walked forward and hugged your waist from behind.

“I can’t believe you got the adoption papers so quickly and the marriage certificate.” Small butterfly kisses were being placed along your jaw, lowering to your neck.

“Those are lawyer secrets.”

“Of course.” You moved your head to the side, allowing more space for Peter. “Let me see your ring again, then we can celebrate.”

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The next morning you woke up in an empty bed, Peter’s side neatly made. You groaned a bit and looked at the time. It was too early for a Saturday, the small alarm clock glaring at you with those red numbers that clearly stated that it was 7:45.

You could hear a ruckus being made downstairs, probably Eleven and Peter making breakfast, or plotting to invade the world, from the sounds of it, it could even be both. You got dressed and went downstairs, mentally preparing yourself for what could be on the first floor.

Peter and El were sitting at the kitchen table, drowning waffles in syrup. They were sitting side by side, giggling at the obscene amount of sticky liquid El was pouring on the food.

“Waffles again?” Both of them turned around, surprised by my sudden entrance. “We’re having something different for lunch, no complaints.” Your walk to the kitchen was interrupted by sudden knocks against the front door. You looked at Peter warily, who then stood up slowly and followed you to the flat piece of wood.

You both visibly relaxed once you saw the neighbors from the closest house. You had met the Wheelers only once, once you were given the keys of the house. Karen Wheeler, was a mother of three, married to a weird guy named Ted. They had a son that you believed was the age of Eleven, but you weren’t fully sure. Once you opened the door, Peter and you were greeted by the five of them, a Casserole in Karen’s hands.

“Hello, Y/N! Welcome to the neighborhood, officially.” You kindly smiled and introduced Peter to the rest of the family.

“Hi Karen, thank you! All of you, come in, take a seat.” You led them towards the living room and signaled them to sit down. “This is my husband Peter, and our daughter Elaine.” Peter shook Ted’s hand and waved at the rest of the family. Eleven had left the table and had made room for herself between Peter and you. You didn’t miss how she gripped Peter’s pant leg and held your hand. The gesture made you melt and at the same time brought you down, reminding you how she felt unsafe when surrounded by other adults that weren’t you or Peter.

“Hello, Elaine. How old are you sweetheart? You look like Mike’s age.” Karen looked straight at her, and Peter could sense her nervousness, so he replied to her.

“Elaine is about to turn 12, in about a month.” You held Eleven’s hand tighter and smiled down at her.

“Oh, then you’re just as old as MIke. Are you starting school on Monday?” You looked first at Mike, who looked extremely uncomfortable, and then at Karen.

“We were going to homeschool El until next year, then she’ll join them,” Karen nodded slowly, and then bumped Ted’s shoulder, probably to make him ask something.

“So, erm, Peter, Karen tells me you work for the law firm, that's why you moved to Hawkins.” Peter looked at you, unsure what to say, considering Ted was very confused.

“No, not really. Y/N is the lawyer, for now, I’ll just be teaching El.” Peter and you could sense the Wheeler’s confusion, it was palpable.

“You do not work, Mr. Ballard?” Peter shifted in his place and smiled.

“No, not right now. I guess you could say we’re a modern family.” You knew it was meant to lessen the tension, but it seemed that it only made it worse.

“That’s so interesting, Mrs. Ballard, you went to law school?” The oldest daughter, Nancy, looked up at you, interest covering her features.

“I did, I studied psychology and then applied to Harvard Law.” Nancy seemed more interested now. Karen could sense her daughter was going to flood the new neighbor with questions, so she moved the conversation to another topic.

“We brought a chicken casserole, as a welcome gift.” You walked forward and held the glass container.

“Thank you so much, Karen, just now we were discussing our lunch options.” You walked to the kitchen, o leave the dish on the counter. While you were gone, Karen tried to arrange a playdate for El and Mike.

“Mike and his friends are going to play together this afternoon, would you want to join them, Elaine?” Mike seemed to sink deeper into the couch, and you could feel Peter growing protective over Eleven.

“Mom, we have a D&D party planned, I can’t just out of the blue invite Elaine.” Peter looked at you, unsure what to do with the current situation.

“Mike, honey, they just moved here, include Elaine in your plans.” If you were being honest, you were also unsure about Eleven hanging out with a bunch of kids the day after leaving the lab.

“Thank you for the invitation, Karen. Elaine and I might go for a bit so that she can meet the rest of the kids. We wouldn’t want to impose, it seems like they have a plan already set.” Mike seemed relieved at your input. You didn’t want to force Eleven to be with a bunch of kids she didn’t know, and you didn’t feel confident about her being there alone. Thirty minutes to meet the other kids seemed more than enough.

“You and Peter should both come, that way you can meet the rest of the parents.” You kindly smiled at Karen.

“That sounds splendid, give us a time and we’ll go.”

Once the Wheelers decided it was time for them to leave, Nancy approached you. “Hell Mrs. Ballard. I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course, what is it?”

“So, I write for my school’s paper, and we have an empty section for this week, and I was wondering if I could interview you?”

“That sounds fantastic, of course. When would you want to do it?”

“We could do it tomorrow? If that’s okay?” You kindly smiled at her, while slowly walking towards the door to bid the family goodbye.

“I’ll be at home tomorrow all day, I have some stuff to get in order before I start tomorrow at the firm.”

“Great, is after lunch fine?”

“It’s perfect.” Once at the door, you waved goodbye to the family and slowly closed the door. You turned around to see Eleven’s quizzical look.

“What is school?” You looked at Peter, silently asking him if he wanted to take that one. He kneeled in front of the girl so that they could meet eye to eye.

“El, a school is a place where children go to learn. They learn to read, do math exercises, history, biology.”

“Can I go?” You rubbed El’s back gently.

“Well, school can be a bit overwhelming, so for a bit, Peter is going to teach you everything you need.”

“If you want, we can start learning how to read on Monday. I’m sure we can find cool books we can start with.”

“Books?” You walked forward and kissed Peter’s hairline, taking your leave.

“I’ll leave you two curious creatures to solve the mysteries of the world. Honey, I’ve got some books in my office, boring lawyer stuff, but I’m sure they’re good enough for a quick introduction.” You then gently kissed El’s buzzed head and went into the kitchen.

…

After lunch, you both left Eleven at the dining table, with a set of crayons and a few sheets of paper.

“Y/N, are you sure about going to the Wheeler’s later?” You and Peter were in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from lunch and breakfast.

“Not 100%, but if she feels uncomfortable at some point, I’m sure she’ll tell us.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve created a safe environment since day one, during our time in the lab. If you want, we can tell her that if she wants to leave, at any moment, we will go, that she doesn't need to worry.” You dried your hands with the towel beside you.

“Quick change of topic. Did you or did you not notice the looks Karen was giving you?” You slowly approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was too busy looking at my incredible wife and amazing daughter.” You looked up and arched an eyebrow.

“So you did?”

“It was extremely uncomfortable. I cannot believe her husband didn’t notice.” Peter lifted a now dry hand and stroked your cheek softly.

“Ted is a weird guy.” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I think we were all uncomfortable when he asked about your job.” Peter then placed a loose strand of his hair behind his ear.

“Hawkin’s a small town, I’m confident I’m the only househusband in all of Indiana.”

“Make that all of America.” You then kissed him, and then again. “But that’s what makes you the best. I couldn’t have asked for a more supportive husband nor a better father for El. You’re so understanding, and patient, also very empathic.” Peter brought you closer to him, making any space between you inexistent.

“What about you, fancy lawyer? I could tell Nancy Wheeler was impressed, very impressed. You’re such an amazing role model for El, she’s going to learn to never get stepped on, to stand her ground, and to never feel discouraged in any professional field.” You blushed and looked down, but Peter was quick to pull your chip up with his thumb and pointer.

“Let’s just say we’re both pretty great.”

While this intimate moment, you hadn’t realized that Eleven had left the dining room to show you her masterpiece. She had decided not to interrupt the scene. Eleven didn’t understand why, but seeing you and Peter, made her whole body fill with warmth, and appreciate her new family.

Her masterpiece was simple. Three stick figures, A very tall one, a short one in the middle, and another tall one. Behind them, there was a simple house with a chimney and a tree beside it.

Once you noticed her, you invited El to stick her drawing to the fridge. And the masterpiece stayed there, for a very long time.

Author's Note: So, this was my first time writing for Peter Ballard. I started writing a whole piece explaining their origin story, but it was getting very long and with little plot, o I decided to write this instead.

I want this to be like a different universe from the series' storyline. This piece is meant to happen during episode 1 season 1 before the boys played D&D.

If anyone wants another installment of this, send me a request and I'll see if I can make it fit with the storyline I have right now.

I've been thinking about writing a piece with Max, El, and Y/N when they go dress shopping for that winter forml they had. Stuff like that.

If anyone has any ideas they would want to read, feel more than invited to sent it to me and I'll see what I can do.

I hope you liked this first part and that you like the parts to come.

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