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Stripped

punk!steve x rockstar!eddie x stripper fem!reader

summary: the two men you crushed on in high school, find their way into your club. They’re shocked to see the pastors daughter, the cute shy little church mouse is now stripping, but that’s not who you are anymore. Both men who also crushed on you in high school are eager to see, just how much you’ve changed.

⚠️warning: SMUT 18+MDNI, in this au steve was also apart of the freaks of hawkins high, sorry no king steve here, mmf threesome, fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, p in a sex (female receiving), oral (m and f receiving), spit roast, double penetration, dirty talk, hair pulling, spanking, use of sir and master, Eddie and Steve kiss, squirting, cream pies.

A/N: god, this au really has me hot and bothered! (Please remember to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)

photo edits of Steve and Eddie: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

It’s the busiest night of the week at foxy’s cabaret. The clubs pink and red lights accentuated your two piece red faux leather bikini, the bottoms were extra cheeky which only meant one thing; it was gonna be a good money night.

You didn’t go on for another hour, so you made your rounds scoping out possible customers that would like a private dance, you had already done three, all 60 minutes each. So you were ready to go on stage, make your money and go home.

These nights were mostly accompanied by older married men, looking to blow off steam from their wives. Most of them used you as a marriage counselor, spouting off terrible things about their spouses. It made you feel gross to have to listen to grown men, whine about how their wives are “always bitching” because they want their husbands to be home more, while they’re here getting a lap dance by you. But it was all part of the job and you’ve long learned how to de-compartmentalize it all. This was about money and nothing else.

Finally you’re called out on stage, you saunter on in your red pleasers that matched your two piece perfectly. You felt so hot tonight, and all eyes were on you, as you swung your hair and shook your ass on the pole.

Eddie had just gotten home from a big U.S. tour with corroded coffin. Him and his best friend Steve hadn’t seen each other in a year, so what better way for two friends to catch up then with some beers, hot chicks and tits. That being the exact thing Steve said to convince him to come out tonight. Eddie was kind of over the “hot chicks and tits” having seen too many to count at his shows and on the tour bus. That being said, he couldn’t turn down the chance to hang out and drink some beers with his best friend.

Eddie and Steve instantly felt out of place among all the older, rich, suit and tie assholes. They both wore band tees and vests, that show cased patches of their favorite bands. Not to mention the numerous amounts of tattoos they had; both had sleeves on each arm along with neck and face tattoos. They were definitely being thrown dirty looks by the older men, while the strippers were giving them both “fuck me eyes”. They were stopped by a few girls, to ask if they wanted private dances as they fan girled over Eddie Munson being in their club. The boys declined and Eddie kept the small talk to a minimum.

As they moved closer to the stage, your red bikini and shiny hair caught their attention. They both grabbed seats in the front row, eyes glued on your body. Steve couldn’t place it, but he had seen you somewhere. Eddie couldn’t even think as his eyes took in the sight of you, now with your legs wide open as your thighs shook and your pussy lips almost spilled out of the tiny g string.

Once you began crawling to the front of the stage, swinging you hair away from your face, Steve took you in, not your body, you. His eyes widened at the realization.

“Holy shit, dude,” he says, as he nudges Eddie’s arm with his elbow.

It took a second for the trance Eddie was under, while watching you to break.

“What, man?” Eddie says, eyes not leaving you as he leans in closer to Steve.

“That’s y/n, you remember y/n? From high school?” He says in disbelief

“No fucking way!” Eddie almost shouts

That catches your attention, you look over at them. Your eyes scanning over their tattoos, clothes and then finally taking in their faces. Your heart rate began to pick up.

Holy shit, that’s Eddie and Steve.

You hadn’t seen them since high school, you had been enamored with both of them. They were considered freaks for the way they dressed and their music taste but you didn’t give a shit. They were always nice to you and um, hello? They were hot as hell.

You bought weed from Eddie once when you were feeling particularly rebellious, you ended up smoking it in the back of his van with them, they were really sweet, and maybe a little flirty, but at that time you were so shy, you had absolutely no confidence to even bring yourself to flirt back. You were not the person you are now, that’s for sure.

Once your set is over, you walk off stage and decide “fuck it, you’re not that little shy church mouse you use to be in high school.” Yes, your father was a pastor, which made what you do for work all the more shocking.

“Eddie? Steve?” You say as you walk up behind them. They’re deep in conversation, leaning in to each other while they whisper, back and forth.

They immediately turn towards you, their cheeks look flushed and they almost look nervous.

“Y/n? Wow, how’ve you been?” Steve breaks the ice first. They stand up and each lean in for an awkward hug, almost like they didn’t want to accidentally touch your exposed skin.

“I’ve been good, how’ve you guys been?” You take in their faces better, now that they’re up close. You haven’t kept up with Eddie and his band much, mostly since you’re always busy working, but your club will occasionally play “Indiana’s very own corroded coffin” as your boss likes to calls them. The last time you officially seen them was at Charlottes grad party, and that was years ago. They’ve gotten even hotter since high school with all those tattoos, piercings and the facial hair. your eyes were shamelessly roaming their bodies.

“Actually would you guys like a private show? It would give us a chance to catch up?” You look from Eddie to Steve, silently hoping they’d take you up on the offer.

“Yeah, yes. Let’s do it.” Steve says

Eddie’s mouth still hangs open, he’s clearly in shock. You figure it’s because of your prude, church girl image you had in high school, being such a big jump from the girl now standing in front of him.

“Cool, follow me.” You lead them to the private rooms, that sit behind heavy red velvet curtains. Their eyes are glued to your ass in that little g string, they’re being hypnotized by the way it jiggles every time you take a step.

“Here we are.” You open the curtain and motion them inside.

The room is small, a black leather couch sits in the middle, along with a couple chairs, underneath lays a shag rug, while just above the couch holds a red neon sign that reads: “girls, girls, girls”

“You guys can take a seat, do you want anything? Bottled water or another beer?” You ask with a polite smile.

Both boys shake their heads no, but thank you for the offer. You decide to take up the seat in between them, it wasn’t very much space, leaving their legs to rub up against yours, but you had no complaints. Their rough jeans against your soft skin, shot a thrilling tingle straight to your core.

“So?” Eddie finally speaks, “how long have you been doing this?” His eyes begin to scan your face, admiring your soft, delicate features. Features he use to spend hours day dreaming, about. His eyes began to move down to your tits, he wanted to be a gentleman, but he didn’t exactly come here for that. So he decided to indulge.

“Oh, um. It’ll be a year next week, actually.”

They both nod their head, taking in your answer. It feels a little awkward, like theirs something they want to say or maybe ask, but then Eddie begins, again—

“Your dad still the pastor?” you could tell he wasn’t trying to make fun, just a curious question. One you get a lot, but more so in a mocking tone.

“Uh, yeah yeah, he is. But we don’t talk, for obvious reasons,” you say as you gesture to the room around you.

“Yeah, I could imagine. So, how does a good girl like you get mixed in with this?” Steve asks, partaking in the curiosity.

“Well, I had to get out of my parents house, ya know? I wanted to live my own life, so I ended up moving in with my roommate brandy, she had been doing this since she was eighteen, she offered to help me get the job. It’s fun, brought me out of my shell a lot, I’m not that little shy girl you remember.” You didn’t mean for the last line to come out so suggestive, but both Eddie and Steve’s eyebrows shot up, in intrigue.

Making Eddie lean into your ear and whisper, “put on a show for us then, baby.” The tone made you shiver with equal amounts, nervousness and excitement. You’ve grown accustomed to your job, rarely ever feeling nervous before a dance, but right now in this moment in front of Eddie and Steve, you felt that timid girl you once knew creep back into your consciousness.

You stand up, doing your best to push it all down. Slowly swaying your hips as gimme all your lovin’ by ZZ Top, plays in the background. You keep eye contact with each of the boys as you do your little routine. Their eyes roaming the expanse of your body, as they begin shifting in their seats, something most customers do when you know you’re doing a good job. The thought of making their cocks hard underneath their pants, gave you the burst of confidence you needed.

You straddle Eddie’s hips first, leaving him to tense in surprise, so you grab his hands that are folded across his chest and place them on your hips, bringing your glossy lips up to his ear, “you can touch me.” You whisper.

As soon as his hands find your skin, he begins rubbing over your hips and thighs, slowly moving down to your ass, taking two handfuls and squeezing before they’re moving back up to your hips. You look over at Steve who’s intently staring at you both, so you take it upon yourself to bring him closer. “Cmon, you can touch me too.” You say with a doe eyed smile. You grab his hand and place it just under Eddie’s.

“Oh yeah? You want both of us to touch you, princess?” Eddie continues to whisper to you. Smug smirk adorning his face as he looks over at his best friend, you couldn’t make out what they were trying to silently tell each other, but it made your stomach flutter. You were excited for this to go where it seemed to be going.

Steve swiftly lifts you by both thighs, placing you on his lap with ease. His hands roaming your body, as he leans in to whisper to you—

“Please tell us, you want this as bad as we do, baby?” Fuck, their voices alone were making you soak through your little panties.

“I-I do, I want you both. I have since that time I smoked weed with you and Eddie in the back of his van.” You giggle, making your hips jerk over Steve’s hard on. The friction made a whine slip out of your mouth.

The boys laughed at the memory, until they heard you, the whine caught their attention. Steve’s face switches to something more cocky

��Mmm, did that feel good, sweet girl?” He grabs your ass and rubs your core over his cock again, this time making you both moan out in tandem.

You bite your lip as you nod, while eddie scoots in closer to you both, he begins playing with your bikini. His calloused fingers rubbing over the swells of your breasts, hardening your nipples that lie under the red fabric. His fingers find the strings in the back, that are holding the bikini together.

“Can I take this off?” He asks softly

“Yes, please.” desperation has now taken over your voice

“Mm, and she still has her manners. Such a good girl.” The praise doing nothing to help the wetness pooling between your thighs.

Once he gets all the strings untied, he slowly lets it fall onto Steve’s lap. Your tits now on full display for them.

“Holy shit.” They say in unison. Eddie’s jaw clenches, while Steve groans. They each take one of your tits in their hand, squeezing and pinching at your nipples. Every little touch shooting straight to your core.

You’ve never done this before, you knew a lot of your co workers would give blow jobs or have quickie’s with their customer for extra cash, but that was never something you were comfortable with doing.

Yet, here you are, engaging in a threesome with two men you were obsessed with in high school, one who is now a big rockstar. The thought makes your head spin.

Steve grabs you by the back of your hair, pulling you out of your thoughts, as he interlocks his lips with yours, you allow his tongue entry while Eddie is moving his neck kisses down to your chest. He takes your nipple into his mouth and lightly sucks, gently teasing you. You whine into Steve’s mouth, breaking the kiss to look down at Eddie, his big brown eyes already looking up at you through his thick lashes. Your furrowed brows and pouty lips were almost enough to do him in, right then and there.

“So eager and impatient.” He growls as he slaps your ass, hard.

It makes you jerk in Steve’s lap, simultaneously moaning at the friction.

“Naughty girl, likes being spanked.” Steve says as he looks to Eddie, mischievous smirks taking over their once flushed faces.

“Now who would’ve guessed that?” Eddie says, making them both laugh. You feel like they’re laughing at you, but you’re too far gone to care.

Steve grabs your chin, turning your head back towards his and Eddie’s, smiles no longer on display, the air became thicker as you swallowed down the excessive saliva now coating your tongue. “You think you can take both of us at the same time, princess?” Your eyes widen at the thought of both of their cocks inside of you, it makes your stomach flip and you eagerly nod as if you’re a child being asked if you’d like some candy.

You’re by no means a virgin, you’ve had your share of one night stands and an occasional boyfriend here and there, but anal is still uncharted territory for you. You can’t lie that the prospect does excite you though, you would do just about anything they asked of you right now.

“Words, sweet girl. You need to use your words with sir and master.” Fuck

“Yes sir, yes master.” You said wantonly

“Good girl.” Eddie now had his hand wrapped around your neck, lightly squeezing

“This is what’s gonna happen.” Eddie starts “you’re going to lay down on this couch, while me and Steve get you ready for our cocks, how’s that sound, pretty baby?” His words are filthy, but his tone and smile are so soft, you could swear you were transported back to high school, they were making you fall in love all over again.

Love? No, no way. Don’t be crazy

“Yes, sir.” You nod, getting up from Steve’s lap

“Fuck, she’s so obedient.” Steve says to Eddie, like he’s enamored by you. Can’t believe you’re real.

They stand up, allowing you to lie down on the squeaky, old, black leather couch. As you lay, body flush against the cushions, you open your legs wide for the boys as they take in every curve, burning it into memory. Steve starts by taking off your stilettos, placing gentle kisses at the top of your foot, moving up to your calf and over your knee, stopping in the middle of your thigh, while Eddie palms himself through his jeans, admiring the scene in front of him.

Surprisingly, this is something Steve and Eddie talked about quit a few times in high school, they both wanted you. The time they smoked with you in the van, they were going to make a move but decided they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you were so shy and timid but Eddie couldn’t deny that little shy demeanor you had really got him going. They both thought you were beautiful, sweet and cute as fucking button.

They were disappointed after you all graduated and they still didn’t make their move, even at Charlottes grad party, but you had been on the arm of Chip Reynolds. Coincidentally, you also lost your virginity to him that night, after one too many shots.

“Can I take these off, baby?” Steve hooks his index fingers inside the red material of your g string, but looks up for your answer before he proceeds. You nod your head, while you bite down on your lip, granting him access by lifting your hips. The room around you feels hot, as you hear; looks that kill by Motley Crue booming through the club speakers.

Before Steve widens your legs, Eddie walks around you and Steve and takes a seat on the couch, by your feet. Not wanting to miss the view, they’ve been dreaming about for years.

“Open those pretty legs for us, baby.” Eddie says as his fingers walk up your leg, you gasp when you feel the spine tingling sensation shoot through you. You want to squeeze your legs together for some kind of relief of friction, but you know better. So instead you hike your legs up, like you’ve done so many nights before, for men who don’t truly see you, you’re a sex worker to them, someone there to appease their needs. You begin to wonder if that’s how Eddie and Steve see you now, but you can’t dwell on that thought.

You’re now bare and on full display for them, your juices creating a glistening coat on the outside of your well trimmed pussy. Steve and Eddie audibly groan at the sight, insecurity began creeping up as they gawked, but you didn’t know they were equally losing their restraint.

Steve’s the first to trail his hands towards your sex, slow and agonizing. The tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin, just enough to leave goosebumps in their wake. When he finally gets to where you’re dying to be touched, he starts by rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, he finds your clit and begins slowly drawing small circles. They take in every expression and whine you give them, eating it up like the only sustenance left on earth.

“That feels so good, Steve.” Your mouth falls open as the pressure of his fingers on your clit, pick up. Finally giving you the right amount of friction you’ve been begging for.

Eddie starts taking his cock out of the confines of his black jeans, the tightness being too much for him to handle. As you hear the zipper you lift your head up, not wanting to miss anything. Once you’re met with Eddie’s cock, your eyes widen and your jaw drops, it’s fucking beautiful —

“Well thank you, pretty girl.” Eddie snorts

Fuck, you’re so far gone, you thought you said that to yourself.

But it is, so beautiful. About seven and a half inches, thick and veiny, the spongy heads an angry throbbing red, precum beading at the tip.

“See, told you, you had a nice cock, Munson.” Steve says, before sending you a wink. That mischievous smile making its comeback. The insinuation making your pussy pulse, as more wetness continues to glaze your outer lips.

Eddies cheeks, blooming a pretty rosy pink at Steve’s words. You could tell he was uncomfortable diving in deeper to the depths of what was said, and you didn’t want to push it, no matter how curious they left you.

“Can I taste your pussy, baby?” Eddie now asks, leaning in closer to your thighs, while he continues stroking his heavy cock.

“Yes, master.” You say, trying not to sound as eager as you felt.

Steve stands up and begins fiddling with the button of his red and black plaid pants, riddled with different patches, some you’re able to make out: circle jerks, misfits, buzzcocks and minor threat to name a few. They look interesting, maybe you’ll remember to check their tapes out whenever you go to your local record store.

Your thoughts quickly being broken by Eddie’s tongue swiping over your clit, making you moan out a “oh my god!” In surprise

Steve’s cock springs out, and bobs in the air. A little bigger than Eddie’s but not by much, the tip matching his best friends; angry and red. They’re both fucking beautiful, and you want them inside you so bad.

Steve starts fisting his cock as he walks up towards your face, “Aw, no complement for my cock, baby?” Steve mockingly coos

“You’re both beautiful, you and your cocks. Want them so bad.” You moan, as your hips buck up towards Eddie’s tongue, which is now fucking your hole, before moving back up to circle your clit.

“Mmm, that’s better, sweet girl. Now open wide for me, kay?” Steve says as he begins tapping his cock against your lips. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, Steve audibly growls at your obedience before he’s plunging it into your mouth, he grabs a fistful if your hair working you up and down on him, just the way he likes it. Meanwhile Eddie, takes it upon himself to insert two fingers into your wet weeping hole, making you moan around Steve, the vibrations making his cock twitch, deep in your throat.

Eddie’s tongue continues lapping up your juices as Steve is fucking your throat, the whole scene making euphoria pass over you, as if you were high off the best drug. Their cocks were your drug, and they were giving you the perfect high. Eddie’s fingers hit that spot inside of you, that always has you gushing. You scream out, as he’s relentlessly hitting it. Both boys, slowly becoming more and more aggressive. But you did not mind, in the slightest.

Your muscles start tensing and your legs start shaking, as your pussy spasms around two of Eddie’s heavily ringed fingers.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight baby, I can’t wait to fuck you. Mmm, Cum for us, pretty girl.”

Eddie’s ministrations speed up, making your toes curl.

You release Steve’s cock with a pop, as you begin moaning and screaming.

“I’m cu-cumming, fuck don’t stop, master please!” Eddie’s fingers speed up, as wet squelching fills the room. You cum with a splash of wetness to Eddie’s chin and neck, making him growl.

“Fuck, you’re a squirter? Goddammit, you’re fucking perfect.” He’s so ready to be inside you, that he’s willing to spill all his dirty secrets and the feelings he’s harbored for you throughout the years.

Steve is on the other side losing his shit over the way you’re sucking his dick and the fact that you just squirted all over his best friends face. They needed to fuck you, want was out the window.

Eddie gets up from his laying position between your thighs, he brings the back of his hand to wipe the juices that he wasn’t able to lick away, while Steve pulls you off of his cock and back up onto your feet.

Steve sits down on the couch first, before his fingers are pressing into your hips and he’s guiding you to straddle his naked lap, having completely removed his clothes before sitting down. Once fully seated he takes his cock in his hand giving it a few strokes before he looks at you with eyes that could make you puddle right there on the floor.

“You ready, sweet thing?” He asks while he beams up at you, awaiting your answer but also admiring your beauty while trying not to blow his load at the fact that the girl he spent so much time admiring from a far when he was a teenager, is now seated on his lap, naked.

“Yes, sir. I’m ready.” Your words coming out so sugary sweet, making his head drop to the back of the couch, as he does his best to pull it together. He’s never had this problem before, you were completely ruining him, making him feel ways he hasn’t for any other girl.

He lifts his head back up, looking you in the eyes as he takes your chin between his fingers, his other hand still stroking himself. “You’re such a good fucking girl, you know that?” He says with a smirk

Eddie’s off to the side, watching the whole display closely. “She is such a good girl? Isn’t she Harrington? I think it’s time we reward her with both of our cocks. How does that sound, princess?” You moan, while your hips grind down on to Steve’s precum coated cock.

“Yes, please. I need sir and masters cock inside me.” If anyone from your congregation could see you now, they’d think you’d been possessed by some sort of sex demon, the way you were moaning, groaning and writhing about on top of Steve’s lap, you even felt like it in that moment.

Steve finally breeches your soaked hole, making him shudder beneath you. As you begin sinking down on to his cock, inch by delicious inch, Eddie comes and sits on the back of the couch where Steve’s head is resting, he’s stroking himself with the most devious smirk, pupils blown black from lust. If you were being possessed it would be Eddie’s doing.

“Get me nice and wet, baby. Need to be able to slip into your asshole with ease, okay? The sloppier the better.” He winks, while you quickly obey. Opening your mouth and allowing yourself to sink down on Eddie and Steve, simultaneously.

Steve grabs the globes of your ass and starts his own pace while helping you bounce on his aching cock. You’re gagging on Eddie, tears rolling down your cheeks as spit falls from your mouth and down onto the leather of the couch cushions. Both boys eyes are rolling back into their heads, they’re in fucking heaven. In that moment they both have the same thought— they never want to let you go.

Eddie pulls you off as he wipes up the remaining spit hanging from your chin, bringing it down to stroke his already glistening cock, and rubbing the wetness over his balls before he’s behind you, opening up your ass cheeks and using his spit to rub his middle finger over your puckered hole. “I’m gonna put my fingers in first and loosen you up, a’right?” You look back at him, eyes all doe like, lips swollen and wet from his cock. Fuck, you were a captivating portrait of beauty, if he’s ever seen one.

“Yes, master. Please,” broke him out of his thoughts as he breeched your virgin hole with the tip of his finger, making you groan in pain and pleasure. Finally, his finger is fully seated in you to the second knuckle, while Steve begins rubbing your clit as he still fucks into you, “you’re doing so good pretty baby, so good for us.” Steve whispers into your ear, as Eddie’s finger starts moving faster in and out, you can’t contain the screams that are falling from your mouth. Steve continues— “I know baby, I know. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but I promise you, it’ll start to feel so fucking good, okay? You’re gonna love it by the time he’s done.” His words making you bounce back on his cock and Eddie’s finger. “That’s it, princess. Fuck my finger.” Eddie growls.

“I’m gonna put a second one in, okay?” Eddie says as he slips the second one in with the first, this time it goes in smoother, sinking to his tattooed knuckles. “Oh, fuck-” Steve cuts of your moans by bringing his lips to yours for a sloppy kiss, of tongues and spit, moaning into each others mouths as you get both your holes filled.

Once Eddie thinks your ready, he gets up from his kneeling position, holding out his hand under your chin as he demands you to spit, then doing the same to Steve. He rubs the mixed spit glob onto his cock for extra lube, he doesn’t want this to hurt you, he wants to make it as pleasurable as possible. Once it’s to his liking he lines his red tip up with your pink throbbing hole, he pushes in and fuck, it’s an indescribable feeling, but it’s so good.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Eddie groans, pushing even deeper inside you. “You’re so tight baby, fuck I’m not gonna last long, I’m just letting you both know that now.” He chuckles making you and Steve laugh, too. “I’m so close, been edging myself this whole time.” Steve says

Finally, Eddie is bottomed out inside of you, grabbing your hips but not moving until you give him the okay. “Just let me know when you’re ready, sweet girl.” — “I’m ready, please eddie, I’m ready.” He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks it back until you’re looking at him upside down. “It’s master, remember? I’ll let that one slide since you have two cocks inside you and you’re too fucked dumb, to think. But, next time I will punish you, do you understand?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You want to cry, not for being reprimanded but from the sheer pleasure of it all. “That’s my good girl,” he says leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

They both start pounding into you, it’s almost too much but you wouldn’t dare ask them to stop, not when the knot in your stomach is tightening and you can feel yourself reaching that ultimate high.

“Fuck, Steve I can feel your cock hitting mine.” Eddie growls, making Steve clench is jaw and throw his head back. “Mm, you like being able to feel my cock inside her, big boy?” Steve nods his head, while moaning out expletive after expletive.

Them talking dirty to each other while inside you, was about to throw you over the edge, along with their hands that wouldn’t stop rubbing and grabbing at your skin, taking handfuls of whatever they could.

You lean forward and put your head against Steve’s shoulder, while they continue to fuck you, the slight shift giving them better access to your holes, but also bringing Eddie and Steve’s faces closer together. Eddie smiles and winks at Steve as their cocks moved in and out in unison, meanwhile Steve grabs Eddie’s hair and smashes their lips together in a heated kiss. The smacking of their lips brings your attention back to them. It was so insanely hot, making you clench tightly around both boys, Steve pulls away first, “fuck, I think she likes that. You like watching me and Eddie kiss, angel?” Steve says in a mocking tone, all you can do is nod your head, as your high hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh my fuck, im cumming, holy shit.” You wail as you squirt all over Steve’s cock and lower stomach. Steve couldn’t hold it any longer, your moans and the splash he felt against his lower half, made him lose it. “I’m cumming, fuck where do I-” he says before you cut him off. “Inside, both of you, I want it inside please!” You whimper

Eddie takes your chin in his hand, turning your face towards his and kissing you deep and passionately as he follows right behind Steve, both boys empty themselves inside your tight, clenching holes. You continue milking them dry until Eddie pulls out slowly, followed shortly by Steve.

Eddie lifts you up and softly put you down so that you’re seated on the couch as he falls down on the cushion beside you.

“Wow.” You three said in unison, making you all laugh out hysterically.

Once the laughing stops, you’re all met with comfortable silence as the background noise from the club penetrates your ears, and you’re brought back to your surroundings.

Then the silence is broken as Steve asks, “So, what are you doing this weekend?”

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Fake it till you Make it | Part 20

So now, he was sat in a car, with a rich older man.

To some little queer boys, this would be a dream come true, especially since the older man wasn’t half bad in terms of looks, that all American square jaw, strong nose, the works. Plus… rich.

But this wasn’t a rich older man whisking him away, no, this was Steve Harrington’s regularly absent father taking him grocery shopping.

It’d been a wild day.

“So…” Eddie didn’t do well with silence. Silence never sat right with him. Had to fill it somehow, be it with silly noises, random singing, or conversation with any person in his vicinity. “They uhm, they do that often?”

“It’s a family thing, I think we’re all as bad as each other.” At least he was self-aware, the eldest Harrington still watching the road as they drove through the small town, he knew where he was going though, each turn done as if he’d driven the route enough to do it blindfolded. “Lynda’s a lawyer so, that should explain that” loved being right, it was her job to be right, even if she was actually wrong, she had to make out like she was right and she did it well. “I’m a middle child” explained both everything and nothing at all, “and Steven… I think he got a little bit of both of us. I’d have thought you’d be used to that though, since you’re dating him.”

“Ah-haha, I mean… don’t get me wrong, I’ve always known about Steve’s uhm… how to phrase this… mean girl streak?” John snorted a little laugh, emboldened, Eddie continued, “he’s like everyone’s disappointed mother, always with the little—” Eddie shifted in his seat, just about managing to put his hands on his hips and cock them weirdly in place “pose that he does when he’s oh so very disappointed in you. I used to thrive on it back in high school, whenever he’d catch Tommy H or the other basketball goons bullying the kids, he’d just stand there like he’d caught his kids with their hands in the cookie jar, an they’d actually just… cower, like he could actually do anything to them. It was the funniest shit I’d ever seen.”

It'd actually been quite the surprise when that’d happened the first time, it didn’t happen often, Steve had been a douchebag, not the ‘shove your head in a toilet’ kind of douchebag, or the ‘shove Gareth in a locker’ kind of douchebag.

No, he was the mega bitch douchebag who could flash a smile and drop every set of panties in his immediate vicinity, he was the douchebag who KNEW he could do that. Who carried himself high with the knowledge, lording it over everyone without… ever actually lording it, it was a presence kind of thing. An attitude.

And maybe, occasionally, he’d have been the douchebag who didn’t really see anyone unless he wanted to see them, didnt really pay any attention to those not on his radar, those not in his friend group, which led to many an accidental shoulder check, which had in turn led to Eddie’s own personal little vendetta because he’d lost one of his prized mini figs to the underside of the Hawkins High trophy case when Steve had walked by a little too close and shoved him just hard enough to send Eddie’s shit flying.

Had just kept walking as if he hadn’t even seen him. Asshole.

It was only when he’d first been seen hanging around Wheeler that his personality had shifted toward something reasonably human. Thanks Wheeler, the sacrifice of your time and patience hath created a god among men.

“So he was never… bad then?”

“Nah” no sense bad mouthing the boyfriend, that wouldn’t get him anywhere. “Real Prince Charming in a perfectly pressed polo shirt. He’s amazing, sir… you have nothing to worry about with Steve, he’s… one in a million.” Now anyway.

“Good. Good.” And then he fell silent, the quiet stretch lasting nearly five minutes with only the faint music playing on low volume from the radio to fill that silence, until the eldest Harrington pulled the car into a quiet carpark, and parked. “Here we are!” Oh thank Christ.

“We can't keep doing this.” Steve was the first one to speak up during their mutual living room silent treatment, finally looking at this mother after nearly an hour of watching a gentle snowfall that’d started outside. He hoped it wouldn't get heavier before Eddie got back.

“I have no idea what you—”

“Mom.” Steve cut her off, his eyes sharp and tone firm. “We can’t keep doing this. This bickering, this who’s right who’s wrong shit, we’ve gotta stop, at least here.” If not for their own sanity, but for the image he was giving Eddie of his family life.

Of what he might possibly maybe be getting himself into if Steve could actually swing a real relationship by the end of the week. The chances of him saying yes were already pretty farfetched, but if Steve’s parents were their worst selves…

Why would Eddie want to subject himself to that long term?

She paused, expression unreadable, something she’d mastered years ago for the court room, then she sighed. “I know, Steven.” She sighed heavily “Sometimes I forget that you’re a grown up now, that you can argue right back and actually stand your ground.” It only felt like yesterday when he was tugging uncomfortably at the little bowtie they used to make him wear for special occasions, all dressed up looking up at them with those big hazel eyes of his. His childhood only felt like yesterday. “I miss when you were cute and just did as you were told” she sniffled. Back when his parents had been there regularly before their duties had pulled them away. Before distance had strained them and they missed everything. Steve rolled his eyes but said nothing as his mother continued “Anyway, i agree. I think I’d prefer it if Eddie didn’t go away from this trip thinking John to be the most mature of us.”

“God, could you imagine?” Steve shook his head to free himself of the truly harrowing thought, allowing the subject to change. “I really like him, Mom... I didn’t expect to at first, not enough to want something long term with him anyway...” He’d thought it’d be easy to just pretend with him at first, but Eddie just had this... thing about him, Steve didn’t really know how to explain it, he just felt like home. Maybe it should have been alarming as to how fast that’d happened but... Steve had always rushed into things, funnily enough he didn’t think Eddie minded. “So I’d really like it if he liked all of us by the end of this, an if he only likes Dad cause of our bullshit, I think I might just disown the both of you.” The last part said in jest but... god he’d never let it go.

He’d lockjaw it until the end of time, would take it out on special occasions and shake it in their faces like look what you did. Look at what you cost me.

“Honestly, sweetheart I think I’d disown myself.” Lynda laughed, the air finally lightening up a little between them. “Here, how about we go see if the maintenance men pilfered the wine cellar? I’m positive Mags was hiding a damn good red down there among the cabernet that I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t want to go to waste...”

“Well... we probably should check it... just in case, y’know? For security reasons.” Not that he actually doubted the integrity of the maintenance crew, they’d been employees for years, they’d known his grandparents, had worked for them in their later years when time had started to catch up to them, and a steady gig passing through generations wasn’t something to scoff at.

“Security, absolutely.” But then, the contents of the wine cellar alone was probably worth more than the actual house, so… better double check.

For security reasons.

Part 22

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #Just what are Eddie and John going to come home to i wonder lmao

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Contrary to popular belief Eddie was no blushing virgin. Sure, the whole metal head mixed with nerd thing wasn't a cheerleader's cup of tea, but there was a certain type of Hawkins girl who dug the whole bad boy aesthetic, and even a few boys. He'd managed to get into the pants of more than one closeted jock over the years to know his way around the block, for men and women alike.

So no, Eddie was no stranger to relationships, he had his fair share of partners over the years, and had even managed to be an alright boyfriend to a few of them. But even with all that, he had still been woefully unprepared for dating Steve Harrington.

Maybe it was because he got to bear witness to him being a sexy badass who bit the head off of demons, or maybe it was because Steve turned out to be the sweetest guy on the face of the earth and saved him from literal hell, or maybe Eddie had just never expected to even get this far, but whatever the reason Eddie was obsessed with the guy, in a way he just wasn’t used to. He had been since Steve kissed him for the first time, or if he was being honest with himself, since he had that bottle to his throat.

Besides the shallow fact that Eddie had never been this attracted to another person before, Steve was just so...fun. And he made such an effort to get to know all of Eddie’s nerd shit. Even if he was a snarky bitch more than half the time in their DnD sessions, Eddie didn’t miss how much he was paying attention to the plot, even if it was just to make fun of the kids' bad party decisions from the sidelines. And that wasn’t even mentioning how much he tolerated his music. Despite the fact that Eddie had fallen in love with a pop princess, Steve still let him blare his metal tapes in his car, and when he got Eddie Metillica tickets for his birthday, Eddie had nearly passed out. Steve just made him feel so…free. Free to be himself, in any way he wanted, with no worries that he would ever be too much for him.

He liked to think that Steve felt the same way around him. The guy had Eddie doing shit he never would have even considered before he met. If Steve wanted to go on a hike, then Eddie was more than willing to risk experiencing the horrible, great outdoors, especially since Steve always gave him a piggyback ride at the last leg of the journey. If Steve wanted to be at one of Lucas’ games, then suddenly postponing Hellfire was no longer a big issue. If Steve was having the kind of bad day that only corny ABBA songs could fix, then Eddie would happily blare Dancing Queen in the van, his image be damned.

It’s not like he had had low expectations in terms of dating Steve, he just…hadn’t expected to be so whipped so soon. He had known he was Steve's first boyfriend (and planned on being the last, if he had anything to say about it) so he kinda figured he would have had the edge here. But no, of course, Steve had him wrapped around his finger by the end of the first week and there was really nowhere else Eddie would rather be.

But as wonderful as all of that was, loving Steve so fully led to some unexpected consequences. Like the fact that Eddie had become a possessive freak overnight. He was jealous, plain and simple, and it was constant. He was jealous of every girl that made star eyes at his Steve at the checkout counter of Family Video, he was jealous of the way every Hawkins housewife shamelessly flirted with him at any of the kid's events, christ, he was even jealous of how easy Robin had it when it came to being affectionate with him in public.

Kissing his cheek, holding his hand, their weird platonic soulmate relationship didn’t bother him, but he wanted to be able to do all of that too. If he could just start making out with Steve everytime someone even looked at him the wrong way, he wouldn’t have a problem, but their options were so limited in shitty Hawkins. Everything had to wait until they were alone and behind closed doors and Eddie hated it. He was lucky when they managed to even link pinkies in public, when in reality all he wanted to do was stamp a giant Property of Eddie Munson across Steve’s forehead.

He was lucky that Steve hadn’t caught on yet, just how much Eddie wanted him all to himself. And Eddie wanted to keep it that way. The last thing he wanted was for Steve to think he didn’t trust him, not with how hard the guy worked to be sure Eddie was fully aware he was loved.

It wasn’t an issue of What if Steve finds someone better than me and leaves? But more of, If that bitch doesn’t stop touching my future husband I’m going to flip a table. But Eddie wasn’t going to risk even the chance of hurting Steve’s feelings over something so dumb.

Somehow Eddie Munson, the exonerated, drug dealer who lived in a trailer park, managed to bag the best man in the state of Indiana, and he was not going to ruin that over some stupid jealousy. Even if all he wanted to do right now was beat the shit out of the jackass who wouldnt stop trying to dance with his boyfriend.

They were on an overnight trip to Indianapolis for Robin’s birthday, which of course meant they had to go to a gay bar at her insistenace, “This could be my only chance to kiss a girl before college, we have to do it!”

And from the looks of Robin making out with random girl #2 at a booth, at least they accomplished that mission, but that didn’t stop the fact that Eddie was about five seconds away from being a wanted killer all over again. Steve, his perfect, lovely Steve was too captivating for his own good because no one would stop hitting on him in this place. They saw one look at his pastel sweater and soft hair and swarmed and Eddie felt like he’d been beating them away with a stick ever since.

Though Eddie would be lying if he said he didn’t like the feeling of chasing them away, because at least here, he could be all over his boyfriend, in anyway he wanted. And he didn’t hesitate to use it. Someone tries to chat Steve up at the bar? Eddie’s there with a hand around his waist and his lips on his temple. Someone tries to slip him their number at their booth? Eddie's in his lap and tosses it away. Someone's asking Steve dance? Eddie will pull him onto the floor before the words are even out of their mouth. And sure, maybe he’s going a little overboard, but Steve was tipsy enough to let it all slide, or if anything encourage it.

It worked well enough to keep them all away, all but one. Eddie wasn’t sure what the dude’s problem was, but he had had his eyes on Steve the second they walked in the place. Very fratboy-esque, and not the type Eddie expected to see here, more like someone he’d expect to see on the cover of Erica’s teen magazines.

The type that obviously wasn’t used to the word no.

Eddie had been in the bathroom for less than five minutes, but that had been plenty enough time for that asshole to crowd Steve on the dancefloor. He watched as Steve pushed him away again. Robin was with him now at least, drunk and pissy enough to stick her tongue out at the guy as she draped herself over Steve’s shoulders.

It was enough to make him retreat back to the bar, alone. Eddie followed, taking a seat next to him at the counter. The guy barely glanced at him, eyes still fixed on Steve.

“Got your eye on someone?” Eddie asked, casual as he ordered a beer. He reconginzed the song playing, and knew that the crescendo was deafening enough to be of use.

He nodded in Steve’s direction, “You could say that.”

He wasn’t paying any attention to Eddie, not even as he snaked his hand closer to his, already getting the perfect angle, “Pretty sure that one’s taken.”

The guy scoffed, “A few more drinks in him and he won’t be able to tell the difference. That’s all I need.”

Eddie’s eye twitched, all of his rationality flying out the window. The music was finally swelling, perfect timing for Eddie to do what he came for. He jerked the guy’s little finger back, the loud snap and surprised cry completely covered by the music.

Eddie leaned in, hissing in his ear, “Y’know, you should really learn to watch your mouth in front of strangers.”

He let his finger go, taking a sip of his beer as the guy sputtered at him, “Are you crazy?!”

“Yep,” Eddie shrugged, “And if you touch him again and I’ll break your fucking hand.” Honestly, if he so much as looked at Steve again he was going to smash his teeth in, the fucking creep. Eddie wasn’t sure what his face looked like with when he let that threat out, but it was enough to make the guy turn tale, speed-walking for the front door.

Eddie turned around, fully intent on joining Steve back on the dancefloor, when he was met face to face with the man himself. Steve stared at him mouth slack, probably because Eddie just went full psycho on a stranger.

Eddie froze, mind racing as he tried to think of what to say here, but Steve was already grabbing his hand and dragging Eddie out through the back door. He stopped when they were outside, crowding Eddie against the wall.

Eddie swallowed, trying to say something, “Stevie-”

Eddie barely got a word out before Steve was kissing him, pressing him against the wall with a moan. Eddie’s brain short-circuited for half a second before he was pulling Steve closer. So not mad then.

“God, that was hot,” Steve panted against his lips, “Love it when you get all jealous.”

Eddie pulled away to blink at him, not quite sure if he heard that right, “You do?”

Steve nodded, moving to start kissing at Eddie’s neck, “Mmhm, even at home, when you get all touchy and pissy over girls. You’re too fucking cute man, it kills me.”

Eddie grinned, heart full as Steve attacked his neck. All that worrying, for absolutely nothing. Because of course Steve just got it, “I’m so fucking glad you’re mine baby.”

Steve giggled against his throat,“Good, because there’s nothing I love more than being yours.”

Eddie groaned, chasing back after Steve’s mouth.

Maybe jealousy wasn’t such a bad thing afterall.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #I know jealous beating people up aint it but this aint reality so we good #I've tried to post this twice before and it broke the whole ass app for me idk how technology works #last time I'm trying!#the chad eddie being destoryed by boy virgin steve #that sounded funnier in my head #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands

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geminimoonbeamx · 2 years

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She’s Got Bette Davis Eyes

A/N: I'm going to be real; I miss Steve’s loser in a sailor uniform era. I’m not sure how I feel about the return of King Steve but well. Don't even get me started how much I hated the forced throat fucking that is the Duffers trying to make Stancy a thing again. Despite all that, I’m happy to have our baby boy back.

Warnings: Smut. Road Head. Steve getting his shit verbally rocked.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Steve Harrington has been on like, a hundred shitty dates this month alone. He really doesn't expect his date with you to be any different.

The movie the two of you had gone to see was garbage. Zombiethon. Literally as horrible as it sounds, you’d pushed for that new Demi Moore flick but Steve had become a bit of a movie connoisseur since working at the Family Video.

A bit of a douche too, but then like. Hadn't he always been one? You’re contemplating why you’d accepted the date at all while he pokes at his coke float with a straw. The diner is in full rage, loud enough that it drowns out any chance of conversation-

Steve’s corny pick up lines are lost to the hustle and bustle, drowned out by the jukebox and old team mates coming up to pay homage to the former King of Hawkins High himself.

You’d gotten ready for this. Like, really. Taken hours primping and priming. Your hair fell, practiced and shiny. Your lip gloss gleamed in the light. The denim skirt you wore was just on the right side of slutty. This worked for you, with guys- always. And still, it seemed like Steve wanted to be anywhere but sitting across the table from you-

And you? Yeah, you’re taking that pretty personally.

If he thinks he’s going to get a kiss at the door and a second date after this he’s dead wrong.

You let him ramble, about his dumb job and his dumb hair and his weekend trip to Indianapolis a month ago. All the while smiling, nodding, giving a quip and taking the cues.

You're more than happy when the check comes in the form of the older woman with a smokers cough. You're pulling out your purse before she’s even dropped it on the table.

“No, no, no. I invited you out, It’s my treat-” he pats at his pockets.

You ignore him, pulling the crisp twenty out of your wallet and handing it to the woman. Nora, her name tag reads. “Here you go, keep the change”

She smiles at you, before turning sharp eyes to Steve, muttering about how all the real men died in Nam’.

Your pounding pavement towards his car. Funny, all throughout high school you’d yearned to ride passenger in the maroon BMW, and now you weren't too sure you wanted to get in it at all. It wasn't that much of a walk, back you your house- why had you chosen these tall ass wedges?

“I had that tab, back there. You didn’t have to-” Steve starts the engine, sounding uneasy and unsure for the first time tonight and hah. Good. Misery loves company, and you’re the petty bitch that will enforce the fact.

“You snooze you lose”

“Uh-” He makes a face, confused as you play with his radio. If he wants to be a dick fine, but you refuse to do another awkward car ride filled with his shitty taste in music. Megadeth it is.

Your house is just outside of town, at least a thirty minute ride.

At five minutes in you decide what the hell. You turn the knob, metal fading “Quick quesh, why did you ask me out if you��re obviously not interested in dating anyone?”

“What? That’s not true. I date, all the time-”

“Ah, so just not interested in dating me. Like in particular”

“No, I wouldn't have asked you out if I wasnt interested in you. Dating you. Dating anyone”

“Can I share my theory with you? I mean I did let you explain the entire synopsis of Casablanca back there so like, my turn” You get comfortable in the leather seat, wiggling so that you're leaning bag against the door, directly facing him. He’s cute, that dumb little look on his face. The confused nod.

“So you haven't really been with anyone since Nancy Wheeler-

“Not true”

“Yeah you’ve dated like half the girls in this town. But boyfriend, girlfriend? Not since Wheeler. Suspicious? Kind of”

“It’s not suspicious, I just haven't been with anyone that I wanted to take that next step with” Steve defends himself, bristling a little bit. Fuck if your going to let this go. Who cares if he’s uncomfortable? This is the most fun you’ve had all night.

“Sure. It’s okay, I’ve done the hung up on the ex thing too- like for years. I just wish you would’ve told me” you shrug

“Told you what exactly?”

“That you weren't on the market for anything other than…physical relationships” you pick your brain for the right words.

His mouth gapes, open, snaps closed. Nose scrunches and well. “That's not something I really go around just advertising. Girls aren't into that”

“Aren't they?”’

“Are you?” He rebuts, doubtful. Hopeful, but mostly doubtful.

Bingo. Right on the money.

You bite your cheek, trying to contain your grin as you reach over the console, your hand on Steves denim clad thigh “I think as human beings, it’s kind of fucked up to deprive ourselves of touch. It’s one of the five main senses and all that. I mean, so you don't want to get married...that doesn't mean you can't get your dick wet”

Steve hisses as your fingers drag, right over his fly. “Y/N”-

“Shh, just keep driving. Don't you wanna have a little fun?” you massage his bulge and reach over, because fuck it. You're in this deep already. Rejection would sting but this date had already been horrible.

You aim for his stubbled cheek, but he turns his head last minute, his plump lips meeting yours. Fuck, this is the good stuff. The legendary stuff. High School mythology etched on the walls of the girls bathroom, whispered in reverence between friends. Steve tastes like mint, feels like sunshine. Uses the perfect amount of tongue.

You pull away after a moment. “Eyes on the road, hot stuff”

Now why did he take you to the worst movie of all time, when the two of you could’ve been doing this all night? Boys are so stupid. Even pretty rich ones with good hair.

You nose behind his ear, drag your lips down his throat as your fingers begin to work on his zipper, giggling when he swallows roughly.

“All this fun’s gonna get us killed”

“Come on, you're a great driver. Just focus, okay” you pull away, and his head leans, following without his permission. “Or do you want me to stop?”

You spear your bottom lip between your teeth, staring at him with big bright eyes. The shadows of your eyelashes dancing in the passing streetlights.

“That's killer, you know that? Not fair at all. If we end up in a ditch, it’s all your fault” He sighs, concedes, reaches down to lean his seat back.

“You worry too much. But wouldn't that be kind of rad? Death by road head. We’d have the coolest gravestones ever” You whisper wetly into his ear, tugging on the lobe with your lips.

He just shakes his head.

Turns out a thirty minute drive is more then enough to make Steve Harrington turn into a puddle of goo. His chest heaves and he white knuckles the steering wheel as you work him over.

It’s sloppy and crude, the squelching and gagging echoing around the car. His thighs shake and it takes everything to keep his eyes from crossing. He sneaks a peak, down at your bobbing head, at the way that your’e putting your all into it. Those little hurt sounds you keep making when the fat head catches the back of your throat, just right. He snaps his hips up, cruel. Needing to hear it just a little bit louder as you struggle.

He can’t do this.

“Y/N- fuck. Ease up-”

You double down.

Elm Drive

He makes a wide swerve of a turn before stomping on the breaks. Your house is just down at the end of the block.

When he comes , with a shout and his fistful of your hair, it's blinding. He feels like he’s been sucker punched in the gut, before his spine turns to liquid.

He’s wrecked.

And you? You’re fine. Just peachy as you pull off with a pop. Spit and cum smeared across the bottom of your face. He accepts the little peck you give him eagerly.

You’re wiping your face clean, reapplying your lip gloss and dabbing at the corners of your teary, mascara smudged eyes as Steve tries to come back down to earth, his chest still heaving embarrassingly when you seem so…composed.

He inches down the street, feeling a little high. He probably shouldn't be driving right now-

When he pulls in front of your house, porch light on and quaint, you instantly grab your bag. Ready to go.

“So I’ll um- call you? We should hang out again. Soon? Preferably”

You throw your head back and laugh, almost meanly “That’s going to be a no from me. This was the worst date I’ve ever been on. Like ever. Lose my number, Harrington”

You’re out of the car before he can wrap his head fully around what you’d said. No? What? The passenger door slams.

He’s pretty sure you’re going to leave him high and dry- take the steps up to the porch and call it a night. Instead, you freeze, contemplating for a moment. Your eyes scan the street, peeled for any sign of your neighbors before your wiggling your thick thighs, reaching up under your skirt.

“Something to think about. If you ever decide that you want to…take that next step” You grin leaning into his driver side window. Handing him the pair of baby blue panties. Still warm. Very much wet.

Steve poor dick jumps. “I’ll take it into consideration”

He can’t help but grin. That stupid look on his face the entire time he watches you walk the path, shut your front door behind you.

Steve had taken out no less than a dozen girls in the last few months, everyone leaving him feeling more unsatisfied than the last. He looks at the blue lacy fabric in his hands, and thinks yeah.

He’s pretty sure he owes you a second date.

Welp. This was filthy. If you're interested in reading a part two of this, let me know! I think these two could be really fun. Also, food for thought. My ask box is open.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 years

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The Roger to her Jessica.

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Hey, Jadey! So heres my Eddie Munson x Female!Reader one shot request for you! Reader is the new girl at Hawkins High & shes super hot, like Victoria's Secret Super Model hot! Naturally all of the popular guys (aka Steve, Billy, & Jason) at Hawkins are trying to get her to go out with them, but she's very much not interested in them.

Because none of them are her Type... Until she sees Eddie 'The Freak' Munson; turns out she into the 'Rockstar' thing...

Also, because Munson looks like a younger Eddie Van Halen, she's instantly zeroing in on him. Basically Reader is Jessica Rabbit & Eddie Munson is her Roger Rabbit!

Requested by @m00nlight101

Warnings; slightly suggestive, fluff, the reader is smitten with Eddie and vice versa.

The guys in Hawkins were all the same. Being the new girl in a small town she was immediately the star attraction.

They took one look at her and suddenly she was the most sought out girl in town.

Even before school started officially she was approached by guys.

Billy Hargrove was the first to ask her on a date but she had heard enough shit about him to immediately shut him down.

He was hot but she wasn't getting involved with him, he had graduated Hawkins High and worked as a lifeguard in the community pool, he was also a hit with her mother's friends, clearly loving the older women and according to his sister Max a violent bully.

She was definitely steering clear of that one.

Steve Harrington was the next one to approach her and try to get a date. Now he was very handsome but still not her type.

Plus she was sure he was still making eyes at the girl Nancy Wheeler so she didn't want to get involved in that.

They met at Family Video when she was picking some movies for her Saturday movie night, Nancy was there too and while he was making eyes at y/n he was also pining after Nancy.

So he was a pass too.

Then finally when school started Jason Carver set his sights on her before she even sat down for her first class.

The guy was arrogant, cocky and a douche, he loved himself a little too much and those cringy inspirational speeches he did made her want to vomit.

The kicker though was that he already had a girlfriend. What a sleazeball. She wasn't stealing some girl's man.

"You know I'm the most popular guy in school right?". He leans into her and she raises an eyebrow moving away from him invading her personal space.

"Yeah, that's cool and all but I really don't give a shit about popularity. Also, you're not my type and I know you have a girlfriend so you hitting on me is gross".

He looked furious but she ignores him and carries on with her work wondering if she would meet anyone who was her type.

Jason pipes up again.

"You seriously expect me to believe you care I have a girlfriend?". Anger burns in her gut. She's fed up with men assuming things about her because she looks a certain way.

"Yes, I do very much care. Congratulations you're officially the worst guy I've met here".

Jason looks affronted and she turns away from him still pissed.

At lunch, she walks into the cafeteria and Chrissy and a few other cheerleaders call her over to sit.

She scans the crowd at lunch and her heart flutters as she spots the most gorgeous guy she's ever seen.

The curly brown hair, the leather jacket and the denim vest combo? She's smitten. He looks like Eddie Van Halen. There are major similarities.

Now this guy? This guy was her type.

What's Hellfire about she wonders as she stares at his t-shirt. The other boys sitting with him are wearing it too.

Stacy one of the cheerleaders she's sitting with snorts as she follows her gaze.

"That's the freak's table, they play this game called Dungeons and dragons or some shit. Eddie Munson the leader, the one sitting at the head of the table is the biggest freak of all, stay well clear".

Bitch. She thinks in her head and turns back to him. Noticing the guitar picks and chains too she sighs.

Oh yeah, Eddie Munson, you are fucking hot, ignoring Stacey's laughter she gets up and walks over to him. The group of guys he's with gawk at her as she approaches the table.

"Hi, I'm y/n and you Eddie Munson are exactly the type of man I've been looking for". He quirks an eyebrow and smirks.

"Yeah? Why's that princess? Move". He orders one of the guys next to him and he pulls out the empty seat for her.

"Such a gentleman". She coos and smiles at seeing him up close. His eyes are beautiful, big and a gorgeous shade of brown and those dimples when he smiled? Swoon. Surely he was aware of how hot he was?

"Well, I have all these boys wanting to date me and they are cute yes but not my type, you, however, are the sexiest man I've ever seen darling and I very much want you all to myself". She bats her eyes at him and his widen.

"Jesus H Christ, I'm dreaming right?". He whispers to the others and they gawk at her.

She's distracted by the tattoos on his arm, the visible one peeking out of his Hellfire top and waves of desire crash over her.

Lord help her this man was perfect.

"Are you free tonight handsome?". He shakes his head looking disappointed.

"I have practice with my band tonight but you're welcome to come, princess?".

Perfect.

"I'd love to, she murmurs, you play the guitar I presume?". He nods and she's delighted.

"Will you teach me how to play Eddie? I'd just love to see how talented those fingers are". Lust flickers in his eyes and she just realised how it could be taken and feels flustered.

"I'd love to show you just how talented I am sweetheart". The bell rings and she huffs disappointed and stands up.

She leans down and kisses his cheek, resting her hand on his shoulder. Her Scarlett red lipstick leaves an imprint of her lips on his cheek.

"Until later". She winks at him and is well aware of how his eyes trail down her body as she gets up.

Loving his attention she walks out of the cafeteria slowly making sure he savours every inch of her.

When she looks back at him his eyes are burning with need.

Don't worry darling she thinks and blows him a kiss. I'll drive you wild later...

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n

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Unlikely Friends - S.Harrington

Summary - Lover’s lake was her favorite lake to skate on during winter break, usually only running into older men ice fishing. However, one night she runs into the captain of the hockey team, Steve Harrington. They become unlikely friends within the span of a night.

Word Count - 792

Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/N, Munson!Reader no physical description is given, foul language, not proofread

Author’s Note - Welcome to day 19! 6 more days left! This is one of my favorite pairings ever, hockey player and figure skater.

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There was one lake in Hawkins that she liked to go to in order to practice over the winter break, that lake was lover’s lake. Usually it was vacant except for some ice fishers but not this night. No, this night there was a boy who was skating around with a hockey stick. She had recognized him, the captain of the high school hockey team, Steve Harrington.

She went about her usual routine however, unbothered by the new presence around her. That was until she was hit square in the back with a hockey puck which sent her flying onto the ice.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?!” She heard his voice approaching her, panic lacing his tone.

“Holy shit that hurts! Goddamn Harrington! Do you have to hit that thing so hard?” She groaned out as she sat up, his hand reaching out to her to help her up to her feet, she gladly accepted and accepted the help.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” He repeated, still panicking.

“I’m good, I’ve had worse but damn those things are hard as shit. Now I understand why so many hockey players are missing teeth.” This made Steve chuckle, tension leaving his shoulders at her foul language and realizations. “What are you doing on the ice on Christmas eve?” She asked him, rubbing the spot on her back gently.

“I could ask you the same thing. Coach wanted me to practice my slap shots, obviously they need work since I completely missed the goal and whacked you in the back,” Steve rambled.

“I need to practice my new skills before my next practice. My coach wants my routine to be perfect, said my skills were average at best.”

“Your coach sounds like a bitch.” This made her laugh as she agreed. Steve offered to step off the lake for a bit so she could feel safe enough not to get hit with a puck again and they’d switch off every 30 minutes so they could get breaks.

Steve watched her, mesmerized by the leaps and twirls she was able to do without effort. She too, was mesmerized by how brutish Steve was on the ice but was an absolute sweetheart off of it. They continued switching who was on the ice for hours, chatting in between and getting to know one another. By the end of their turn taking, it was pitch black outside, the moon shining bright and the star glimmering. They sat on a boulder beside the lake and talked, and they talked.

They talked for hours, about everything and nothing at all. Venting about their coaches and some of the people on their team. As they both took off their skates and put on their shoes, Steve asked her, “How did you get here if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I walked, I don’t live too far away, I live in the trailer park with my dad and cousin,” She replied.

“Do you want a ride home? I don’t mind, the trailer park is on my way actually.”

“That would be lovely, thank you.”

On the walk to his car, Steve asked about her family and who her cousin was. “Eddie Munson, super senior, school freak. He’s my favorite person, he’s a great guy, just misunderstood.”

“I’ve never talked to him before but I know he doesn’t like jocks very much.”

“God no, most of them bully the shit out of him. Once he gets used to someone, you get to see the real side of Eddie.”

They talked through the entire car ride, which was short and hadn’t stopped until he pulled into the driveway of the trailer, two men sitting on her doorstep with cigarettes in their hands and waiting. She kissed Steve on the cheek before thanking him and leaving the car.

“Where the hell have you been? We’ve been worried about you!” Eddie exclaimed, pulling his cousin into a protective hug.

“I was practicing for a while, met Steve and we lost track of time. I didn’t mean to scare you guys. I’m sorry,” She admitted.

“No need to apologize sweetpea. We’re just glad you’re home safe. We will be talking about that boy though,” Wayne butted in, kissing his daughter on the head before ushering the two teens inside. She waved at Steve one last time before the front door had closed behind her. She hadn’t left the area of the front door until she heard Steve’s car pull away and down the road. With a goofy grin on her face, she made her way into her room for the night. Happy she had the chance to get to know Steve Harrington. Happy that he wasn’t the asshole everyone said he was.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington imagine #wayne munson #stranger things #eddie st4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #strangerthings #stranger things fic

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dadr0ckmusic · 2 years

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stranger things headcanons because i said so part 2 (the kids)

max mayfield

only eats green skittles

billy has told her multiple times that she needs to improve her taste in men

tried to get will to be treasurer of the mike wheeler hate club she founded. he said no

"are you ready to fucking rage?" "max we're only going to the dollar store."

she definitely takes those 6-hour, sweaty, bed-lined naps like everyday

makes those jokes like "why'd you turn the lamp on? to look at men? cause you're gay?" to mike

avid girl in red listener. "i thought you'd swing the other way since..." "WHAT THE FUCK BILLY"

"my bisexual bf and i in our straight passing relationship"

doesn't know how to spell courious,,,,, couiours,,,,, the thing george the monkey is

has zero school spirit. i don't blame her i would hate that school too

this girl LOVES hot wings and will murder everyone if they don't order wings when they get pizza

she got drugged REALLY BAD one year on halloween in cali. like girl was in third grade watching the wallpaper melt while being lectured for staying out late

would totally beat your ass if you went thrifting and found something cooler than her

she would totally get into metal/glam rock for approval from eddie and billy. eddie def took her to metallica's fort wayne concert in '86

i know this gal has a wagon full of ice and water balloons and she skates around hawkins and fucking hurls these water balloons at people she knows

dustin henderson

likes mint chocolate chip ice cream

he tried to learn a cool bike trick when he was in 4th grade and ended up breaking his arm and the bike. he never tried it again

his collection of hats is so dear to him you have no clue

takes care of a fake plant and doesn't know it. steve made robin and eddie vow to not tell him. dustin named it kevin

if he likes you enough absolutely NOTHING will get him to change his opinion on you. you killed a man? that's sick as hell. you beat steve's ass at some point? he needed sense knocked into him. you're cool as hell no matter what.

is a literal SLUT for gummi worms

call him 'casanova' or 'hot shot' and he'll be your best friend. his self-esteem would go through the roof

confuses people with facts and logic

total animal lover. he tried to be vegetarian once and gave up after like three days but its the thought that counts

him and eddie have an elaborate handshake (kind of like his and steve's in s3) and its so out of wack sometimes but always ends perfectly

he has a little photo album he hides in his closet and lucas found it one time and STILL gives him shit for it and blackmails him. "remember what i found in your closet dustin? it'd be a shame if someone were to know about it..." "okay FINE here's $20"

he cries wayyy more often than he wants to admit

he would have a crush on any steve-aged girl that ends up in the group. and when he met suzie he told the steve-aged girl that he was sorry he was off the market

he has so much gaydar its actually baffling.

will byers

he's just.... the sweetest kid on the planet

if you're apart of the lgbtq+ community, he'd be so understanding because he's gay (obvi) and he loves you! so much!

i know this mf would've made eddie postpone hellfire to go to lucas's game and watch him make the winning shot

he gets the most bitches in the party despite being gay. i do not make the rules.

he would be on the track team in high school

brings a camera with him EVERYWHERE and documents everything and makes a photo book for each person in the group

always always always worrying about your well-being especially after any upside down madness

him and max are BEST BUDS and it terrifies the party.

he would spend HOURS on a drawing for you and the meaning will make you cry. "it took a little while... but it's worth it because you mean a lot to me :)" tears ensue. "WILL BYERS YOU MEAN THE UNIVERSE TO ME"

talks to eddie for hours upon hours about lord of the rings/the hobbit. HOURS

always rides shotgun. he totally has the widest taste in music and it actually shocks people sometimes

THE. BEST. HUGGER. let me tell you. if you've been through it and he hugs you? the goddamn waterworks. no doubt about it.

makes mixtapes for everyone in the party. mixes in some prog rock for taste to 'widen their musical knowledge'

he's ticklish. but if you tickle him he's beating you to a pulp

sometimes he's SUCH a little shit and gets away with it so often

lucas sinclair

will made him a friendship bracelet and he hasn't removed it in three years.

he has really weird dreams. like when the party all stay at someone's house they always wake him up early and ask him what he dreamed about.

he likes apple juice and is very ashamed of it

if they ever go to a waterpark, lucas is FORCING mike to get on the biggest slides with him just to see him freak out

can't look at a waffle without thinking of el

threatened to sell mike to the commies once and mike didn't speak to him for a week

when max was in lucas's arms after vecna attacked her he remembered the "do you accept the risk" conversation and he broke.

one time during d&d he missed an attack against a dragon and punched the table so hard he fractured his wrist

when he shot billy in the face with the slingshot he was actually so proud of himself that he looked to see if anyone was watching and then he remembered the situation they were in

would listen the SHIT out of frank ocean.

is the opposite of "no homo" this fucker says "full homo bro" and leans in to kiss dustin lmfaooo

just so confused 24/7

him and will are absolute menaces. like they'll be getting yelled at by steve and they make eye contact with each other and fucking lose it

eleven

lesbian el ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

she loooves watching will do anything art-related

just so curious (i know how to spell curious i was joking earlier) about everything! wants to know everything about everything and will spend hours reading library books about a subject

had will braid her hair when it was long

has girls nights with max, nancy, and robin

learned about the concept of death later than normal and she sometimes says "i'm gonna miss you when you die" to someone in the party and it freaks them out

the party taught her how to ride a bike and now she BEGS them to go on bike rides even when its snowing

collects LOADS of funky socks cause she's a funky little lesbian

love love loves writing letters!! when she lived in lenora she sent soooo many letters to everyone, even steve

after the first time max painted her nails, it became her favorite color over time

keeps candy in her pockets ALL THE TIME just in case someone needs cheering up

remembers specific times and dates like when she got to california, when she met robin officially, and when joyce told her to trust her and that she's safe

gets everyone out of trouble at school because all the teachers love her

loves perfume so much. she's always asking max which ones she likes best so she can try them

mike wheeler

him and nancy fought over who got to name holly

i just KNOW this mf uses axe body spray like deodorant and its probably the reason el breaks up with him (besides the fact he's totally in love with will)

prefers coke over pepsi

eddie always compares mike to a spider and calls him skinny and gross and lanky and it sometimes makes mike sad but eddie truly doesn't mean it

scared of ladybugs

fucker hates pickles

he cried when xxxtentacion died when he really never listened to him before he died. mike even made him his lockscreen he was that devoted to being a fake fan

an asshole towards anyone he isn't friends with. even if someone in the party really likes this person he is NOT giving in

this little fucker needs his mommy to cut the crust off his sandwiches cause he's a BABY. he needs his mommy to tuck him into bed cause he's a BABY.

i know this dude's middle name is anthony or some shit

i know s2 mike would beat the FUCK out of s4 mike

his favorite animals are frogs and lizards cause he reminds me of a lizard

#stranger things volume 2 #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things hc #max mayfield #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #el hopper #eleven #will byers #max mayfield headcanons #dustin henderson headcanons #lucas sinclair headcanons #will byers headcanons #eleven headcanons #mike wheeler headcanons #stranger things x reader

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Contrary to what appears to be popular opinion, season 4, Vol. 2 Steve is the best version of Steve.

But I understand the urge to see him as ooc, especially his continued love for Nancy, because his behavior flies in the face of how most of us are conditioned to respond to heartbreak and humiliation. I think people struggle to understand how Steve could ever let himself love Nancy when she humiliated him so badly in season 2.

Let's remember that Steve first humiliates Nancy at the end of season 1 when he lets his friends spray paint her name on the movie theater marquee after he thought Nancy betrayed him. Then he tries to humiliate Jonathan and receives a swift ass kicking: aka the first of Steve's many head thumps that lets him know he needs to course correct.

Steve atones for that behavior: he regrets his choices, dumps his terrible friends, and goes to apologize to Jonathan to make amends. Then, in the face of danger, he saves Jonathan and Nancy's lives.

It's Nancy's turn to humiliate Steve in season 2 when she calls him and their love "bullshit" and sleeps with Jonathan days after, but she never atones for it like Steve atoned for his behavior, which is why she doesn't seem to "deserve" Steve.

Instead, we see other teens taunt Steve about how Nancy has weakened him. This begins in season 1, when Steve dumps Tommy H as a friend, and Tommy responds that Nancy has turned Steve into a "pussy." In season 2, after Nancy calls Steve and their relationship "bullshit," Billy tells Steve during basketball practice, "I heard you used to run this school...King Steve, they used to call you. Then you turned bitch." When Nancy runs off with Jonathan to get justice for Barb, Tommy H taunts Steve in the gym showers that despite being broken up for one day, Nancy is with Jonathan and hasn't returned. Tommy realizes Steve didn't know this, and he just laughs in his face. Literally.

Meanwhile, Nancy sleeps with Jonathan and is smiling the morning after, very self-satisfied, without a thought to Steve, who is bringing her flowers to apologize, telling Dustin that she's special, and offering himself up as bait to the demo-dogs to protect a bunch of kids he barely knows. Then he sees Nancy and Jonathan together and feels the electricity between them and tells her to go.

Throughout all of this, Steve comes out as the one to face humiliation and change because of it. To accept that the alpha males at his high school no longer see him as top dog but as a pussy and a bitch because he fell for a "princess" who left him for a "the freak's brother." And after all of this, Steve has the audacity not only to thank Nancy for that humiliation but also leave himself open for more heartbreak by telling her she's always there in his dreams of the future.

Very few of us are conditioned to experience at that kind of humiliation and be grateful and look in the eyes of the person who put us through that and say, "I still want you." So now, for some Steve fans perhaps, he's coming off as a pussy and a bitch, just like Tommy H said. Nancy has made him soft, because anyone else would realize she's not worth it. She doesn't deserve him.

But Steve says the opposite to Nancy in Vol. 2 ; he say he didn't deserve her...but maybe now he does because he has the capacity to be challenged, be thrown from his comfort zone, and grow stronger. That's just so powerful. If more men, if more people in general, were able to lead with that kind of strength and vulnerability, we'd be in a much better place. But most of us don't move through the world like that. When humiliated, we lash out, we protect ourselves from future heartbreak.

This confession puts Nancy in a position to address the unfinished business of season 2, mainly her side of her relationship with Steve and what her future may look like. How does she go from telling Fred she's annoyed Jonathan isn't in Hawkins with her to telling Jonathan when he returns that she's glad he wasn't with her? Do she and Jonathan really want the same things if Jonathan says he doesn't want to leave his family to follow a dream that isn't his? What were and are her feelings for Steve? Has she ever explicitly said she didn't love him or did she not love the version of him that aimed for safety and complacency? So many questions that deserve their own posts.

I usually loathe love triangles. I avoid them at all costs, but this one feels different because it's about character development not regression or stagnation.

All of this is confirmed in Steve's conversation with Nancy in the woods where he basically tells the audience that his arc is not about being the best babysitter but about evolving because of the pain he's experienced (namely because of Nancy) to become a better, fully realized version of himself. In that moment, Steve (for me at least) became a damn masterpiece of a character.

#Steve Harrington #character: steve harrington #the fandom should strive to deserve this character tbh #stranger things #stancy

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

A/N: Ah, Steve. Boy did I have trouble writing you, you bitch (jk I love you). Only two left after this one, I’m gonna be sad to see this series end but also will be glad to move onto other stuff and hopefully write more of my OC fic if I get the inspiration back for it.

18+ only, my dudes. MINORS DNI because if you do I will find your dad and I will give him some sloppy toppy and marry him and become your stepfather.

Smug was the only way you could describe Steve’s face when the bottle neck pointed towards him. Before Billy had come along, he’d been the original lady’s man of Hawkins. In high school, all the girls wanted to date him, and all the guys wanted to be him. Most popular guy in school, swim team captain and basketball star, always had a pretty girl on his arm. He was the stereotypical jock you’d expect to see in movies.

However, what set him apart from that cliché was how much he changed after Jonathan beat him up in a fight. He lost his interest in popularity politics and having the prettiest girl on his arm for the sake of his image. Gone were the days of him only associating with the rich kids at the top of the high school food chain. Now he would rather hang out with Robin and Dustin and the rest of the group (even though he was hesitant around Billy). His smiles became more genuine, and he cared less about what others thought of him, meaning he didn’t bother to censor parts of his personality or his interests.

Ever the gentleman, Steve was quick to get up and offer you a hand to help you to your feet. His fingers intertwined with yours as he led you into the guest room and towards the closet, humming along to Girls On Film emanating from the stereo downstairs.

He opened one of the closet doors but turned to you before you could enter. “Remember, we don’t have to do anything in there if you don’t want it and don’t feel comfortable with it.”

You smiled at him. “I appreciate the reminder, Harrington. Now let’s get in. If we stand out here talking too long, then our seven minutes will be up before we even close the door.”

Grinning, Steve helped you into the closet first and then climbed in afterwards. Unfortunately, he closed the door before you’d found somewhere to sit, and you were bathed in darkness with him practically leaning up against you. You jumped when he put a hand on your hip, accidentally elbowing him in surprise.

“Shit, sorry!” you hissed, awkwardly trying to move out of the way and smacking the side of your head on the wood of the closet.

“You okay?” Steve’s voice was laced with concern as he stumbled in the dark. His hand squashed your face as he tried to feel where you were.

“Yep, yeah, I’m good. Just a bit dark in here.”

You rubbed the side of your head where you’d hit it, almost certain you could feel a small bump forming. You huffed in annoyance and folded your arms over your chest, listening to the sound of Steve’s shirt on the back wall of the closet as he sank to sit on the ground.

For a moment, you found yourself caught up in thoughts about Steve. Even though it had been a couple of years since he and Nancy split up, you’d seen the way he would look at her longingly. Sometimes his expression would become sour with jealous and sadness when she and Jonathan kissed or did anything as a couple. You weren’t quite able to relate to how he was feeling because you weren’t in the same position as him, but you saw it clearly killed him inside to see what he could have had flaunted in front of his face whenever the gang got together. He’d been on plenty of dates since Nancy, of course, but none of them seemed to progress towards actual relationships. Then he’d developed a crush on Robin, and she’d turned him down in front of you in the Starcourt toilets, telling both of you that she essentially wasn’t interested in men. After Eddie had encouraged him to get Nancy back and Steve confessed to her how he felt, she’d politely turned him down and stayed with Jonathan, concluding the current saga of his love life. For whatever reason he just seemed to be unlucky in the relationship department.

You sighed softly. “Look, Steve. I just… I’m sorry things didn’t work out with you and Nancy.”

The silence you received in response had you cringing.

“I know it’s probably the last thing that you wanna talk about. I keep seeing the way you look at her and I know it hurts but there is someone out there for you, I can feel it. So what if she doesn’t want you? She’s the one missing out. You were a bit of an ass in high school but then you changed during senior year after you both split up and I think growing as a person away from her has done you some good, you know?”

You started to wonder if maybe you’d said all of the wrong things and that you should leave the party and head home to avoid making the rest of the party awkward when you felt him take hold of your hand and give it a squeeze. You sat down beside him, the toes of your shoes against the door in front of you.

“Thanks. It means a lot to me that you feel that way. Honestly, I’m just not sure a relationship is in the cards for me.”

You frowned at his words. “Steve –”

“Besides, who needs romance when you’ve got friends? Back in high school I thought I’d graduate and struggle to find real friends away from Tommy and Carol. Most of the kids in our grade just wanted to be friends with me because my family has money and we live in a big fancy house that’s always empty. I never thought I’d end up with friends like you or Robin or even Eddie.”

Your head dropped to the side to rest on his shoulder. “Robin and Eddie are great. They’re so cool and smart and interesting. I don’t think I could picture my life without you guys.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he chastised. “You’re cool and smart and interesting too. I wish I hadn’t been such a douchebag towards you because I should’ve been hanging out with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” You lifted your head and just about made out the shape of his head in he dark.

“Yeah,” he replied, breath tickling your skin. “Someone like you.”

There was a moment of quiet where you heard the faint sounds of laughter and conversation coming from Steve’s room. His hand moved to cup your neck, thumb touching your jaw, and you leaned in to seal your lips over his.

The kiss was slow and tender at first, lips moving in sync as you tilted your heads in opposite directions for better access. You were the one to take it further when you flicked your tongue teasingly against his lips. He granted you access with a soft moan, and you placed your hand on his cheek. Your tongues danced and twisted around one another as your lips continued to move at that slow, agonising pace. However, you didn’t mind that things were moving slowly. Steve certainly lived up to his reputation as the best kisser at Hawkins High, his other hand on your shoulder trying to pull you closer. You tore your lips away temporarily to catch your breath and you smiled as he panted against you.

“That was nice,” you told him, making him laugh.

“Oh yeah? Nice enough to do it again?”

You grinned wordlessly and pulled him in for another kiss, this one more forceful and passionate as he lay you down on your back and crawled on top of you the best he could in the cramped space. One of his hands was on you hip while you heard the other gently thud into place next to your head. His lips moved as if he was ravenous and about to starve to death if he didn’t keep kissing you. You hesitantly lifted a leg so that your knee was between his legs. You were about to apologise when it accidentally brushed against his crotch but were met with a quiet, whiny groan. You couldn’t help but smirk against him as you did it again with purpose this time. You relished the way he ground against your leg, humping it a little as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip.

“What’s wrong, Harrington?” you teased. “Getting all worked up over a kiss?”

You huffed out a groan when the hand that was on your hop moved to roughly take hold of your chin. “You know damn well what you’re doing. Two can play at that game.”

Before you could ask him what he was doing, he moved forward slightly and then lay himself on top of you so that he was rolling his hips against yours in a steady rhythm. The back of your head knocked against the wooden floor of the closet and your hips jerked upwards to try and create more delicious friction.

“Steve, that feels so good,” you whimpered. You felt a small sense of triumph when he hardened against you and rocked his hips into yours more forcefully.

“You feel good too. Could do this all night,” he replied, his voice low and tickling your ear. Your cheek brushed against his as you both humped one another in the dark. His movements began to pick up speed, so you made sure to match his pace.

Just as you felt yourself beginning to approach your climax, a knock at the door put a stop to your movements.

“Time’s up or whatever. Now hurry up, I want this game to be over already.” Billy’s irritated tone made you roll your eyes and you waited until his footsteps faded away before gently tapping Steve to get off you.

When you were both out of the closet, you bit your lip and smiled at him. His face was flushed and his hair a little dishevelled, his pants still half-tented. Without saying another word, Steve pulled you close and kissed you again, neither of you caring about the shouts from his bedroom telling you to hurry up.

Tagging: @okay-j-hannah

#spicy content #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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xsteveharringtonsmistress86x · 2 years

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>>>>>>>>THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE<<<<<<<<

SUMMARY: You and Steve are stuck in a Russian basement and confessions are made.

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Past!Sinclair Reader

WARNING: language, reader gets slapped, small mention of Steve’s jerky past, unbeta'd

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01.

You cursed yourself for being such a goddamn idiot. Why hadn’t you just trusted your gut in the first place? You should have just grabbed Erica and dragged her silly behind out of that ice cream shop when you saw that she was being used for some type of nefarious Russian bust -which what? Russians doing unexplainable shit in your boring ass little town?

Anyway, that wasn’t the point, you just had to be dragged into this mess yourself just for being an overprotective big sister. Which you knew, of course, Erica Sinclair did not deserve it.

You didn’t know if any of those Russian men actually believed your begging and pleading, as they forcibly dragged you, with your hands tied together, out of your interrogation room into another room where they threw your body to the floor next to an unconscious and battered Steve.

You turned over and felt your heart fall into the pit of your stomach at the sight of his bloody face. “Shit,” you seethed, slowly crawling over to him. “Steve? Steve? Steve?” You gave his body a shake, but he didn’t move.

You wanted to throw up.

As you were still trying to wake an unconscious Steve, the sound of a buzzer echoed through the small room. You looked up to see the same Russian men still standing there, guarding the door, as it swung open for who you could only guess was the ringleader of this entire operation.

“What did you do to him?” You screamed at the angry man, as he stalked toward you. “What the fuck did you—“

The man reached out and the back of his hand connected to your cheek with a loud whack. The slap caught you by surprise, as you yelped and your body flew back to the floor.

You heard him mutter some things in Russian, and before you knew it, two of those Russian men were lifting you from the floor.

“Get off of me. Don’t touch me.” You struggled in a panic against the two larger men, as they dragged you over and threw you down on a metal chair.

You then felt them plop Steve on the seat right behind. He still hadn’t woken up. “Steve? Steve? I need you to wake up for me, please. Steve?” You desperately begged for your former boyfriend/best friend to return to consciousness.

All the while the Russian men had succeeded in strapping the both of you together in those seats, with no ability to move. You angrily tried to pull on the straps that had you secure, but they wouldn’t budge, biting into the skin of your exposed thighs. Of course today, you decided to wear shorts. It was the middle of summer and over 100 degrees in Hawkins, I mean why wouldn’t you be wearing shorts.

You turned to look over your shoulder just as the man, who just bitch slapped you, made his way over to Steve’s slumped body. You watched the man grab a handful of Steve’s annoyingly gorgeous brown locks, and every muscle in your body nearly seized at the thought of this man hurting Steve further.

“Don’t touch him.” You seethed in anger, your stomach growing tighter at the thought of what this man was about to do to Steve. You may have had your issues with the stupid boy from high school that broke your heart, but you were still concerned for his well-being. “Don’t fucking touch him.” You screamed, causing the Russian leader to drop his hands from Steve immediately, Steve’s head plopping toward his chest.

The Russian leader clicked his tongue several times, now stalking back toward you. “I think your friend here may need a doctor.” He spat, now leaning toward your face, trying to intimidate you. But it only caused the anger in your gut to grow stronger. “Good thing…we have the very best.” He gave you a devious smirk, before turning to his men, and they all broke into a hearty laughter.

But you didn’t find any of this shit funny. You were scared, angry, and worried that you were gonna die here. Having no idea what came over you, when the Russian leader turned to face you again, you hocked a big one back and spat it right in his face.

The leader’s laughter died the moment your saliva hit his landed on his skin. He then slowly wiped off the evidence with his handkerchief, he pulled from his front pocket, and looked at you once more. “You’re going to regret that, you little bitch.”

You weren’t ready to back down. Not with this piece of shit. “Go to hell.”

The last thing he muttered was in Russian, before they all left you and Steve behind, the heavy metal door slamming shut, with the sound of your echoed screams to be let out.

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It seemed as if time had ceased to exist, while you were stuck in that Russian basement. Seconds turned into minutes, which in the end, felt like hours. Steve was still unconscious, and you were worried that he might have suffered more damage than you originally thought. The two of you were also still tied up together. Your screams for help had fallen on deaf ears, and you were just on the verge of a full blown meltdown.

Your throat was raw and scratchy from the scream, but you knew that you couldn’t give up. Not yet. Maybe, just maybe, someone would hear your cries. “Somebody help, please!”

There was a little movement from behind you, followed by a small groan. “Hey, could you please stop with the screaming?” You heard Steve say in a groggy tone.

You immediately felt relief in the pit of your stomach at Steve finally regaining consciousness. “Steve?! Oh, thank God, you’re awake. Are you okay?”

Again he groaned, his body still slumped over. “My ears are ringing, and I can’t breathe. My eye feels like it’s about to pop out of my skull, but you know, apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

You released a deep, shuddering breath. “I was so worried that you wouldn’t wake up.”

“You were worried about me?” Steve questioned in surprise. “That’s actually quite nice to hear.”

You playfully rolled your eyes in annoyance. At least you knew some things never changed. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it, Harrington.” You gave a small giggle, despite the situation you were in. You were just happy that he was alive and partially okay.

Steve gave a soft chuckle of his own, followed by another groan. “Yeah, I guess I deserve that. Where are our Russian buddies?” He noticed how quiet the room was, as he tried to eye his surroundings.

You tried to shrug, but the constraints were too tight. “I don’t know, but it probably won’t be long until they come back for us.”

You felt Steve gently tug on the straps keeping you two tied together. “How are we supposed to get out of here?”

“Well, I may have an idea.” You began. Now that Steve was awake, you could tell him about plan A of your escape plans. You didn’t have a plan b, c, or d, but you were hopeful this would work. “You see that table to the right?” Steve’s head turned left, causing you to shake your head at his cluelessness. “Your other right, Steve.”

“Oh.” You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, before he then turned his head to the right.

You both laid eyes on the table together, and you felt your heartbeat increase at the sight of the sharp object hanging right on the edge.

“Okay, so do you see those scissors?”

“Yeah.”

You swallowed thickly, your gut tightening. “I was thinking that if we work together, you know move at the same time, we can get over there.” You tried to explain in a rush. You had no clue when those men were going to return. So, this had to be quick. “Then maybe I can kick the table and have them fall into your lap.”

Steve was quiet for a moment, trying to process what you were saying, before nodding. “I could cut the binds.” You nodded. “And we could get out of here. Yeah, yeah that could work.”

“Yeah?” You asked him for reassurance.

“We can do this.” He gave you the reaffirmation that was needed. “I can’t believe those morons left scissors in here.”

You nervously laughed, agreeing with him. “Right?! Complete and total idiots.”

“Yeah, totally.” Steve chuckled just as nervous as you were.

You suck in a deep breath, trying as best to calm your nerves. “Okay, so on the count of three we hop?”

“On the count of three.” He repeated.

“One.” You started off.

“Two.” Steve counted right after you.

“Three.” You both count together, lifting your chairs simultaneously.

To both your surprises and much relief, the chair actually moved a few inches off the ground and a few inches closer in the right direction.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve stated in shock, his heavy breathing echoing around the room.

“I know.” Your eyes widened in amazement. The sight of those scissors were still pretty far out of reach, but, hey, it was progress, right? “You wanna go again?”

Steve nodded with enthusiasm. “Yeah, okay. Um, one,” this time he started off the count.

“Two.” You counted back.

“Three.”

You both lifted your chairs together in the same fashion as before, and you ended up moving an additional six inches. You were so much closer to the table. Just another few inches to go.

“Holy shit.” Steve exclaimed in excitement. “We’re almost there.”

“Right, we’re so close now.” You smiled from ear to ear. “This might actually work.” You wanted those scissors so bad you practically taste it.

“Uh, you ready to go again?” Steve questioned, after a few silent moments to catch your bearings.

You nodded with confidence. “Uh, yeah, let’s do it. Just a few more, and we’ll be right there.” You just knew you could do this. “Okay, so um, one,”

“Two.”

“Three.”

A slight miscalculation had you hopping before Steve and both your chairs tipped over at the same time, causing you to both crash to the floor on your sides. The impact from the fall should have knocked you unconscious, but it only forced a strangled cry from your overused lungs.

Upon hearing the sound, Steve turn his head toward you with concern. “Hey, hey, Y/N, it’s okay. You don’t have to cry.”

You couldn’t answer him though. The strangled sound continued to build as your whole body began to shake when you finally let out an obnoxiously loud snort. You really wanted to cry about this situation you were in, but you just couldn’t.

“Wait,” Steve began again, and you could hear the confusion in his voice, “are you laughing?” And you had no idea why but that was even funnier to you. “Jesus, you’re laughing.” He muttered, turning back over.

You kind of felt bad for having the giggles, but, again, how could you not in this situation? “I’m sorry for laughing, but I just can’t believe that I’m gonna die in a secret Russian basement with my ex-boyfriend, the bane of my entire existence, Steve freaking Harrington. I mean, the irony of it all.”

“We’re not gonna die, Y/N.” Steve murmured softly, not trying to let her hear the hurt when you called him the bane of your existence. He knew he deserved that one too, but it still hurt nonetheless. “I’m gonna make sure we get out of here. I promise you. You just gotta let me think.”

“All I wanted to do is protect my baby sister, and look where that got me. I’m here with you.” You still giggled, now shoving your face into the floor, cooling your overheated skin. “Out of all people, I’m here with you.” The last part was spoken softly, as your laughter slowly died.

“Well, no one asked you to stay with me, Y/N.” Steve spat, and you could now tell he was pissed. “You should have left with Dustin and Erica. I tried to tell you to leave.”

“Do you remember the last thing you said to me, Steve?” You ignored what he said, the truth of reality finally hitting you.

“What?” You could hear Steve’s confusion again.

You released a heavy sigh. “The last thing you said to me before everything changed.”

You heard Steve release his own sigh. “Y/N, I don’t—“

You immediately cut him off. “It was right before the end of Freshman year. You had just made the basketball team that spring, and you were finally getting noticed by the popular crowd —the popular girls in particular.” You continued, as he laid there in silence. “I was so worried that our relationship, our friendship, would change. But you —you reassured me it wasn’t going to. You said that nothing between us would ever change. That no matter what, I will always have your back, and you will always have mine.” You swallowed thickly, trying to fight your tears. “Then that first day of sophomore year, you stopped speaking to me.” Things remained quiet for a few uncomfortable seconds. “And three years later, I hate that that shit still stays with me.”

It got quiet again. Nothing but the sounds of both your and Steve’s breathing, with you still trying to hold back your tears. That was the first time you had said those words out loud. You had kept that bottle up inside for as long as you could remember. It was actually your motivation to get you out and to keep you out of Hawkins.

You could remember that day clearly. You hadn’t seen or spoken to Steve all summer, as you, Erica, and Lucas had been down south visiting your grandparents. You couldn’t talk to him on the phone as much as you wanted to since your grandmother had been strict with your phone privileges. But you wrote him every single day, for a month, but only received two letters in return. You made excuses for him —he must have been busy, traveling with his parents.

But you knew it was different when the first day of school came, and he walked right past you —along with Tommy H— pretending as if she never existed. For the next year and a half, you watched from a distance as he hopped from girl to girl, eventually ending up with Nancy Wheeler.

You cried yourself to sleep that first night. Even that first week. But by week three, you had pulled yourself together, studying as hard as you could to graduate ahead of time, so you could leave that stupid boy and this stupid town behind.

You then heard the sound of Steve clearing his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, “Y/N, I,”

Steve never got to finish his sentence, as the buzzer echoed loudly, and the door to the room you were trapped in opened once more. You both looked up at the same time to see the Russian leader and his henchmen making their way inside.

The Russian leader looked down upon your fallen bodies with a smirk. “Where were you two going?” He clicked his tongue again in shame, as he nodded to his men.

Before you knew it, your seats were being uprighted with a loud clank against the floor. Although you were still trapped, you were happy to have your blood flowing back in the right direction again.

You were both surprised when you were now approached by a man in a white coat holding a gun with a vial of blue liquid and a very sharp needle attached to it. Nope, you’d take being on the floor over this any day. You also weren’t really expecting the Russians to bring back an actual doctor.

Or was he?

“Okay, wait, wait, wait,” Steve shouted, and you could tell he was starting to freak out. “What is…what is that?”

“It will help you talk.” The man in the white coat said in a thick Russian accent.

“Wait, look,” Steve spoke up again, “I’ll tell you anything, okay. Just let her go, please. She has nothing to do with this.”

The Russian leader chuckled, leaning forward to face Steve. “That bitch,” he nodded toward you, “spit in my face. She’s the first one up.”

Your eyes grew as the menacing man in the white coat made his way toward you. You and Steve both begged for him to stop, but he wouldn’t. You tried to pull away, but being tied up hindered your movements. You then felt the cold metal of the muzzle barely graze the side of your overheated neck. A sharp sting pierced through your skin, followed by a burning sensation, and a full bodied scream left your body.

You could barely hear Steve’s cry over the sound of your own screaming, before everything faded to black.

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time after time // steve harrington

Pairing- Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Reader

Synopsis – You find yourself in a dangerous situation and luckily, Steve is there to protect you.

Warnings – car following you late at night, cursing, protective!Steve, kissing, some angst, fluff, established relationship, if I missed anything, please just let me know.

Word Count – 2.7k

A/N- Full disclosure, I had a scary experience the other night with a car following me a few blocks and the driver staying some… less than savory things to me. I felt like I wanted to write a fic based on that experience, and how amazing it would’ve been to have a Steve to come home to. Anyways, needed to write protective and fluffy Steve. Comment below if you’d like to be tagged in any upcoming works! And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! <3

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That car had been following you for 10 minutes.

It was half past midnight. You got off late from the record shop again. Instead of calling Steve, like he insisted you do so he can pick you up, you decided to walk.

‘It’s less than 20 minutes to Steve’s. I’ll get there faster anyways.’ You reasoned with yourself, stubbornness and your own sense of independence taking over. You were 19 for god’s sake, you could walk home without needing your boyfriend to protect you. Now you realize that it was way too late to be walking alone.

Living in a small town like Hawkins, you would think that there wouldn’t be much trouble. But tonight, this car, well-truck-was following you, getting closer with each passing minute. You hadn’t seen any other vehicles on the quiet street, and you were getting incredibly nervous.

Biting your lower lip, you pick up your pace slightly. You could see the streetlamp at the beginning of Steve’s block in the distance. ‘Just a little bit further. You’re going to be fine. Just keep walking.’ You repeat to yourself over and over.

Then what you were most dreading happened. The pickup pulled up next to you. ‘Fuck.’

“Hey sweetheart, where ya going?” The middle-aged passenger calls out to you. Wind whips at your face, making you tear up.

“What’s a pretty girl like you out here all on her own, huh?” Called out the other gruffy looking man. You feel your eyes pool with tears from not just the wind, but terror. You were enough of a horror buff to know better than walk home alone this late. Why couldn’t you have just called Steve?

“Awe you don’t wanna talk to us? Think you’re too good for us?”

“You got a boyfriend, sweetie? Does he treat you good? Show you a good time?”

“Comeon honey, why don’t you get in the truck with us. We’ll show you a real good time.”

They kept it up like that as you make your way into Steve’s neighborhood. The affluent houses didn’t scare them off in the slightest and your sense of danger escalated.

“Oh, so she’s a rich bitch, huh?”

“Rich bitch that’s too good to talk to us. Bet she’s a whore. Rich bitches are always whores.”

Their words stung, as you wipe a tear from your eye. They didn’t know you, but their words were filled with venom. The thought of what they might do if they caught up to you made you shiver.

You take in a deep breath as you gaze upon the familiar façade of Steve’s house. ‘Oh thank god.’ You think to yourself. You start to half jog, turning down the front path. Behind you, you hear the engine reve up as the truck gets faster. It parks right in front of the house, the two men watching you as you move towards the door.

You knock and ring the doorbell a few times, as the man on the passenger side opens his car door. “Awe, now that’s no way to be. We just wanna talk, sweetie.” He says with a menacing grin.

“STEVE! STEVE PLEASE OPEN UP!” You shout, banging on the door. Tears flowing down your face as your whole-body shakes. Heavy boots hit the pavement behind you.

You hear the door unlock on the other side, and Steve opens the door with ferocity. You shove your body into his, sobbing into his chest. It takes your boyfriend a second to look up and notice the two rough looking men by their truck. Immediately, Steve grabs his bat by the front door, gently pushing you inside.

“Stay right there.” He says quietly but with an intensity you had rarely heard come from him before. His jaw locks as he twists the bat around in with his wrist, giving a silent warning. The long metal nails shining in from the streetlight.

“Can I help you two out with something?” He asks loudly as he takes a couple of steps down the path.

“Nah man, we don’t need your help, but we could use some help from that little honey over there.” The driver points directly at you. The passenger laughs lightly, licking his lips at you. You grip onto the doorhandle, ready to run at any point.

“She’s not gonna talk to you man. You need to get out of here. So, I suggest that you get on your way before we have a real fucking problem.” Steve warns, standing his ground as the two scruffy men smirk at each other. Steve grips his bat tighter, knuckles bright white against his reddening skin, ready for a fight if they wanted one.

The driver spits on the ground before speaking. “You better watch out for your little honey, man.” His words laced with malice. “Next time she might not be so lucky.” He hits the top of the car, signaling to his counterpart that it was time to go.

“We’ll see you again, sweetheart.” The passenger says as he closes his door. They both laugh as they drive away.

Steve keeps his eyes on the pickup until they were out of sight. He was trying to remember the license plate number. When he felt like you were safe, he started back towards the door, his back to you.

“Fucking creeps.” Steve says under his breath, worry clouded by frustration bubbling up in his throat, backing up the path. “Why didn’t you call me?” His voice raising in volume as he starts to lecture you. “I’ve asked you time and time again to let me pick you up when it’s this late. You should’ve call-” When he finally turned around to face you, he cut himself off. His heart sunk.

You were wracked with a panic, a full-blown attack had your body turn into a shivering, sobbing mess. The boy ran to you, closing the door and double locking it. As he put down his bat, he pulled you in close. He pressed his lips into your hair, as your tears soaked his long-sleeved polo.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. ‘m just scared. I was just scared…” Steve murmurs, giving you gentle kisses on the top of your head, gently shooshing you, trying to give you a smidge of comfort. The house was dark, except for the porchlight filtering through the stain glass of the front door and the kitchen light down the hall.

“Babe, baby, you have to breathe.” He whispers gently in your ear as sounds of hysteria fill the quiet house. His fingers combing through your hair, desperately trying to get it out of your face.

“Shhh… shhh… you’re safe. I’ve got you.” You hiccup into his shoulder, your breath hoarse and uneven. Steve starts to gently guide you towards the kitchen, a soft warm light radiating into the hallway.

Pulling out a bar stool at the island, he softly sits you on the cold wooden seat. Your vision is clouded with tears, but you see Steve grab a glass and fill it with water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. The cool glass it placed in your hand as Steve grabs the phone. He dials a number as he kneels in front of you, tucking the receiver between his ear and his shoulder.

“Drink baby. Please, can you drink some water for me?” He whispers, coaxing the glass towards your lips. Your eyes are still wide and wild, pupils dilated.

“Hey, hey, you’re ok. You’re ok…” Steve whispers reassuringly, as he waits for the other side of the line to be picked up. You start to take little sips of the cold water in between hiccups. He smiles at you, placing his hand on your cheek, stroking it with a soft hand.

“Good baby, that’s good- HEY! Hop! Yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s Steve Harrington.” Steve quickly speaks into the phone. Running his hand through his thick, brunette locks, he continues as he paces in front of you. “Listen, we had a bit of a problem here tonight with Y/N. There was, uh- no, no she’s fine. I mean, she’s really shaken up, but she’s physically ok.” Looking over at you, smiling weekly before gently touching your hand reassuringly.

“There was a pickup truck following her when she got here. Yeah-yeah two guys. Mid 40’s, and they were definitely looking for trouble. I got their license plate number. It’s umm…” Your boyfriend moves away and down the hall, double checking the lock on the front door as he repeats the license plate number to Hopper.

He starts to describe the men to the chief of police, moving out of earshot. You’re thankful that you didn’t have to listen to most of the conversation, but you winced as you thought about that last look they gave you. As if you were a piece of meat, ready to be devoured.

“…Hopper listen, they threatened her when I got them to leave. I’m worried-” Steve shifted his eyes over at you, turning his body away and speaking quietly.

“I’m worried they’re gonna to try this again if you don’t find them. Please promise me you’ll take care of this.” There was silence for a moment. “Thanks, Hop. I appreciate it. Have a good night.” Steve hangs up the phone, stepping back into the kitchen to check in on you.

“How you doing, baby?” He kneels at eye level with you, stroking your knee softly. “I see you drank all your water. That’s good.” You take in long deep breaths, the shaking slowing but you still can’t look him in the eye. Steve’s hands move down to your feet, slipping off your sneakers.

“Babe, comeon, talk to me. Please… I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t have talked to you that way. If anything happened to you…” He whispers, his voice trailing off. It broke his heart seeing you like this. You were still in flight or fight mode, vulnerable and raw. Taking your hands in his, he kissed them ever so gently.

“I’m ok.” You respond, just above a whisper. Steve nods understandably.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head, rubbing the last of your tears out of your eyes. “I’m exhausted.” You say quietly. Steve kisses your forehead, lifting you up.

A gentle sigh escapes his lips. “Ok baby. Let’s get you to bed.” He wraps his strong arm around your shoulders, supporting you as he walks you down the hall and up the stairs.

Your feet are heavy with sleep and the exhaustion from the adrenaline dump you just experienced. On the second to last step at the top of the stairs, you trip over your own feet. Quickly, Steve catches you, then lifting you up into his arms.

“I’ve got you, honey.” He places a delicate kiss into your temple, and you nuzzle into his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. When you get to his room, Steve doesn’t dare turn on the overhead light, not wanting to startle you.

He places you on the bed, holding your hand as he stretches to turn on the bathroom light. The door is only left open a crack, just enough for Steve to be able to see around the navy coated bedroom.

Grabbing a washcloth from his bathroom, he runs it under cold water. After wringing it out, he kneels in front of you once again. Steve tenderly moves the washcloth over your face, washing away the last bits of mascara off your pink cheeks. He then presses the cool cloth against your back of your neck and pressure points under your ears.

“That’s better, huh?” You nod in agreement, eyes fluttering shut, finally feeling calm enough that sleep starts to take over. Steve tosses the washcloth into the sink as he stands to rummage through his drawers. Your lover boy finds an old Hawkins High t-shirt for you to wear.

Turning back, he sweet-talks you into lifting your arms up. He slides your tear-stained shirt up and over your head, and quickly slides the HH shirt around your neck. Your arms drop heavily at your sides. At last, your heartbeat returns to a normal pace.

Calloused fingers skim over your shoulder, slipping your bra strap off. Then his experienced fingers find the other strap before he wraps his hands behind your back, unbuckling your bra. Steve kisses your cheek, closing his eyes, wanting to respect your modesty as your undergarment drops to the floor and he pushes your arms through large sleeve holes.

You groan as he unbuttons and slides your pants off your thighs. Goosebumps cover your skin as the cool air hits them. Finally, he slips you socks off your feet, giving them a little squeeze. Your eyelids heavy while Steve helps you lay back into his soft bed.

“I’ll be right back baby.” Stroking your hair behind your ear. You groan gently in response, gripping Steve’s pillow, wishing it was him. You hear the quick patter of his feet as he goes down the stairs, triple checking that all the doors were locked. Taking one last look out the front door to make sure those creeps hadn’t come back; he grabs his bat and shuffles back upstairs.

He tenderly closes the door and slides his own shirt and pants off and into his pajama pants. The sound of your breathing fills the room as Steve is sure that you’re already on your way to dreamland.

He places the bat on his side of the bed. ‘Just in case.’ He thinks. With the click of the light switch, he cuddles down into the bed with you.

The movement makes your eyes open suddenly, startled and as big as saucers. Steve grips your jaw, planting you in the present with him. “Hey-hey… shhh… it’s ok baby. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you…” You melt into his touch, gripping his waist to pull him in closer to you.

Steve laughs lightly at your tight grasp. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers against your lips. “I love you.” Placing his lips against yours, careful not to give you too much.

“I love you too.” Mumbling against his lips. You hold him tighter, wrapping your leg around his thigh, letting a sigh vibrate into his mouth.

He gently pulls back from you, not wanting to over stimulate you or make you feel like he was taking advantage of your vulnerability. He pulls your face into his neck and shoulder, pressing his nose into your hair. His smell was intoxicating and comforting, fresh and warm.

Your fingers find their way into his chest hair, stroking it as Steve gingerly plays with the hair on the back of your neck. The tender movement along with his rocking starts to lull you to sleep.

“You know I’d do anything for you right?” He coos in your ear.

You suck in a deep breath while nodding into his hairy chest. “’m sorry about-” You whimper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Shhh shhh shh… It’s not your fault. Don’t ever think that it’s your fault.” He twists a baby hair around his pointer finger as he comforts you. “You are not responsible for those creeps shitty actions. Ok?”

“Ok.” You answer hoarsely. “Will you make me pancakes in the morning, Stevie?”

Smirking to himself, he peppers kisses on the crown of your head. “Whatever you want princess. I’m gonna take the day off to be with you.”

“Stevie, you don’t have to-”

“Shhh, I want to. You’re the most important to me, and I want to be there for you. Let me do that, ok?”

You press a kiss into his clavicle in silent thanks. Steve presses his palm into wide of your back, making sure that if you woke up in the night, that he would feel you.

A sigh escapes your throat, and the fatigue pours over you like a warm blanket, finally taking you on a comforting boat into a dreamless night.

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