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tastefulstars · 1 year

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Higher and Higher

Steve and Eddie want Billy’s girl, it’s a good thing Billy knows how to share.

Request fill for @10a123456789 - who asked for praise kink, over-stimulation, dirty talk, r seducing billy in front of steve and eddie.

billy hargove x eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: i’ve done my best to keep it close to what you wanted but i changed it a lil because i’m all about consent with including other’s in your kinks!! i hope you like it! I hope i have done my get in line foursome justice :’)

this is just 4.1k words of filth :))

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. fxmxmxm, switch!billy, oral (f&m receiving), unprotected sex, cream pies, exhibition/voyeurism, dirty talk, degradation, multiple orgasms, praise, over-stimulation, tag teaming, lmk if any missed

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You enjoy the feeling of Billy’s big hand gripping tight on your ass as he leads you into the party. He wasn’t possessive per say, more happy to make sure everyone knew you were his.

You spent the night dancing, his hands on your hips, mouth on yours. Billy pulls you down onto the couch and you spill over his lap, cheek resting on his shoulder as he talks to someone behind you. You’re content, people watching and listening to his voice.

Your eyes flick up and that’s when you notice them, Eddie and Steve, watching you. A small thrill shoots through you from your scalp right down to your toes. You bite your lip, their eyes drop down to your mouth. Well, why not put on a show for them?

You shift, gracefully sliding across Billy’s lap until you’re straddling him and his hands are automatically coming to rest on your ass. You focus on them from the corner of your eye as you tangle your fingers into Billy’s hair and pull, he looks up at you and you just slam your lips onto his.

The kiss is absolutely filthy, having you panting and moaning into his mouth within minutes. Billy trails sloppy kisses up your jaw until he reaches that little spot under your ear, you sigh and roll your head towards Eddie and Steve, watching them watch you through hooded eyes.

Eddie is fixated, eyes darting all over you. Steve’s got his arms crossed over his body like he’s not interested, but you can see his hands clenched tightly in fists at his sides, can see the way he swallows hard.

You flash them a flirty smile and roll your hips, grinding down on Billy’s lap and you absolutely don’t miss the way their mouths drop open at that. You’re tingling all over from the thrill of doing something dirty, and aching for something.

Billy is shifting, lifting you up with his hands under your ass, and standing. You’re wrapped around him and he presses a final kiss on your lips, whispering against you ‘let’s go’.

The idea doesn’t leave you.

Constant thoughts of Eddie and Steve watching as Billy fucks you, maybe even joining in, spinning around your head. You’re not sure how to bring it up to Billy, not sure how he’d take it, but it’s taken root in your mind and you know you won’t be able to let it go until you try.

Billy knows something is up when you keep slipping into your own head, eyes glazed over and biting your lip. He confronts you when he’s buried inside your cunt.

“Wanna share what’s got you so distracted, sweet girl?” He’s rolling his hips lazily, in no rush.

“I- I, Billy. Please” You feel your cheeks burn and just want him to fuck you, to make you ache tomorrow. Somehow he rolls his hips even slower, barely fucking you at all.

“Not ‘til you share, babe” He’s teasing, knowing that you’ll crack and tell him why you’ve been so spaced out the slower he goes - and then he’ll snap his hips down and fuck you through the mattress.

“Oh, ah” You gasp, trying to rock your hips and feel some friction, “I- fuck! It’s embarrassing!”

He just waits, moving achingly slow and pressing soft kisses to your neck. You shudder around him and cry out in frustration.

“I. I want you to fuck me in front of Steve and Eddie” You finally whine, “Want them to see and want them to join in”

You’ve covered your face with your hands, hiding and muffling your words. He stills.

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling out of your gushing cunt and slamming home and you scream, “you wanna be put on display huh? Want them to know how perfect this pussy is?”

You didn’t think he would indulge your fantasy let alone take the idea and run with it.

“You want me to fuck your pretty pussy while you suck on their cocks?”

You’re whining, you can’t stop whining because yes - you wanted.

“Please! Billy, oh fuck!” You’re crying out with every thrust and you just wanted to come, “Please, wanna- wanna come!”

“No - tell me what else you want them to do” He growls, thrusting his cock into you like his life depended on it.

“Want to sit on Eddie’s- ahh fuck!, Oh god- on his face and want Steve to use my mouth!”

“God you’re such a needy slut” He grunts, shifting his weight and pressing his fingers against your clit, “You gonna come all over my cock like the little slut you are?”

You really don’t need much more permission, crying out loudly and moaning his name. Billy fucks you through it and then roughly pulls out, kneeling over you and fisting his cock. He groans as he comes, warm seed covering your stomach and tits.

Billy seems to find any reason to invite Eddie and Steve over after that, the first time after your confession when you walk out of the bedroom and see them, you feel your face heat and quickly spin around and disappear back into the room.

You corner Billy in the kitchen as he’s reaching for beers in the fridge.

“What are you doing?” You hiss out quietly, not wanting them to hear. Billy just smiles sweetly at you, one that says ‘not quite sure what you’re talking about’ and presses a kiss on your head.

“Hangin’ with my friends”

“You know what I mean!” You scowl at him and he just smiles at you, enjoying your predicament.

“Why don’t you just ask them? I’m sure they’ll be into it”

You groan and follow him back to the living room, positive he wanted you to combust. You curl up against his side, Billy pulling one of your legs onto his lap and gently rubbing your calf.

You hide your gaze under your lashes and look - look at Steve and Eddie as they talk with Billy, and your heart flutters as you see their gazes raking over you, the flash of desire and want behind their eyes. Heat blooms under your skin, simmering and making you squirm.

You bite your lip and after a few deep breaths for courage, slide onto Billy’s lap. His hands rest on your hips but he carries on his conversation. He was right, you were needy and slutty and you almost whined when he doesn’t shift his attention to you.

You press soft kisses onto the side of his throat, burying your fingers in his hair. His voice trails off and you feel him melt a little at your touch, you whisper in his ear ‘want you’ and press kisses onto his cheek.

“We have company” He says, pulling back and looking at you, smirking.

“Steve and Eddie don’t mind - do you?” You ask, turning your head and looking at them over your shoulder. They’re flushed, lips parted and wide eyed. “You two would like to watch, wouldn’t you?”

You look at them, cunt aching, as their cheeks get redder and as you press your hips down in an attempt to make some friction, their eyes drop to your ass. Billy is just licking at your neck, biting softly.

“Steve? Eddie?” You call, their eyes snap back up to yours, “You gotta tell me - use your words and tell me. I’ll stop if you don’t want to watch, to join us”

They look like they panic a little bit at your words, Eddie is shaking his head and bringing his fingers up to cover his mouth, biting at his thumb.

“Jesus- um” Steve stammers, “We, are- can- um. Are you- can we?”

Billy wraps his arms around your waist and pulls your harder against him.

“Wouldn’t let her-” He murmurs into your neck, “Wouldn’t be willing to let you watch if we didn’t want you to”

You’re rocking, grinding down on Billy’s lap and whining softly - the whole situation had you soaked already and you were going to die if someone didn’t touch you soon.

“Words boys” You moan, tilting your head back and rocking on Billy’s lap.

“Oh my god” Eddie all but wheezes out, “Fuck- yes, fucking hell, please”

You catch Steve nodding furiously out of the corner of your eye, he takes a shuddering breath in and lets it out with a soft woosh.

“If- if you’re both okay with it. And you’re offering- I, I want to”

That's all it takes for you, for you to slide your fingers under Billy's shirt, to press a desperate kiss against his lips.

You almost forget they're there, almost, as you loose yourself in the kiss. You lean back, gasping for air and frantically pulling at Billy's shirt, yanking it over his head and tossing it. You waste no time pulling your own shirt off, shuddering at the cool air on your tits.

"Fuck" You hear Steve murmur behind you. Billy is putty in your hands, letting you take the lead. You push him and encourage him to lean back against the couch.

He's looking up at you with a soft look in his eyes, loving it when you get like this - all desperate and needy, when you just climb on top of him and take.

"You gonna let me ride you?" You ask, voice low and seductive, "gonna let me use you to get off in front of your friends?"

He bites his lip, hesitant to let you take charge completely in front of Steve and Eddie, but he trusts them, trusts them to not use this against him - he trusts you. He nods, holding your hips.

"Good boy" His eyes slip closed at your words and you kiss your way down his chest. Pausing at his nipples and gently nipping at them.

You throw a glance over your shoulder and ohh, Steve and Eddie are staring at you, panting - faces blank, mouths hung open, eyes wide and dark. They both look painfully hard in their jeans and you see them squirming, shifting and trying to relieve some of the ache.

Knowing that it was you - you who's reduced them to this has a prideful high singing through you. You slide off Billy's lap and push your pants off your hips, letting them fall at your feet.

“Holy shit” Eddie breathes, “You-”

“Gorgeous” Steve finishes.

You look at them, biting your lip and flushing. Loving the rapt attention the three were paying you. You reach over and push at Billy, shifting him until his back was against the armrest, one foot resting along the length of the couch and the other pressed firmly against the floor.

You slide his shorts down, Billy lifting his hips slightly to aid you, and climb back onto his lap. Your leg is trapped between his and the back of the couch but you don’t mind, this angle lets you watch Billy and Steve and Eddie as you fuck yourself on Billy’s cock.

You dart your eyes between their faces as you lower yourself, sinking down on Billy’s flushed cock. Billy's hands grip your hips tightly and he throws his head back, groaning.

Eddie’s pressing his palm firmly against the front of his jeans, biting his lip hard. Steve’s shifting restlessly in his seat, leaning forward and you don’t think he’s even blinking.

“What’s she feel like?” Steve murmurs, eyes dark and flashing desire. You moan, lifting your hips and rolling, working Billy's cock deeper.

“Ah-” Billy grunts, rocking up to meet you, “So fuckin’ good - she’s so wet and tight and warm. You've never had pussy like hers.”

You're gasping and moaning above him, rocking harder and faster, cunt squelching.

"She's so needy" Billy continues, grunting out each word, "Always needing to be fucked, always wanting to be stuffed full of come"

You whine, your eyelids felt too heavy but you cracked them open. Eyes finding Steve and Eddie and the sight of them, palming their cocks through their jeans and unashamedly staring at you, sends electricity through your bones - you're so close, you needed to come so badly it was almost painful.

Their eyes flicker over your body, watching your tits bounce, watching as your cunt sinks down onto Billy's cock. You're begging, whispering and whining at them.

"Please- fuck, oh my god" your head tilts back, loud moans spilling from your lips as you shake with the effort, "Oh! Ahh! Please"

"What do you want?" Billy murmurs, raising a hand to finger at your nipple, the other dropping to your cunt.

"Wanna come" You cry out, nails digging into his chest.

"The come for us - let Stevie and Eds watch you"

You lower your head, eyes locking onto them and you explode. Crying out loud and shaking, your whole body twitches with the pleasure coursing under your skin.

Billy grunts, thrusting up into you until he's spilling, filling you up and coating the inside of your cunt. You breathe heavily for a few moments as Billy goes limp under you.

A soft noise has you opening your eyes and looking and Steve and Eddie. They're slack jawed and wide eyed and look so damn turned on and you want, want them to use you.

"Come here" You breathe and they're all but tripping over themselves to get to you. You're raising yourself on wobbly legs, sighing as you feel Billy's cock slip out of you, as you feel wet, sticky mess drip down your legs.

You stand in front of them, hooking your fingers into the waistband of Steve's jeans and pulling Eddie into a sloppy kiss. He's breathing heavy when you pull away, pupils blown so wide you can't see the brown of his eyes.

"Wanna sit on your pretty mouth, Eddie" You whisper, lips brushing "want you to eat my cunt while Stevie feeds me his big cock"

Eddie whines, Steve shudders and Billy snorts from where he's splayed out on the couch, content with watching for now.

"Told you she was needy" He mutters, "never satisfied are you, babe?"

"No" You breathe, "think Stevie and Eddie can help though"

Your tugging at their clothes, encouraging them to strip for you which they do - undressing in record time.

You lean into Steve, licking into his mouth and wrap your fingers around Eddie's leaking cock. He gasps and his hips jerk into your touch.

"Fuck, oh god" He's moaning, hand clinging to your shoulder. You're leaking slick and aching and wanting and you pull away, pushing at Eddie's shoulders.

He goes down hard, kneeling in front of you and staring up at you, and you push him back gently. You twist, straddling his head and facing the length of his body - you hover just above his mouth, teasing. He makes a desperate noise and his fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down and attaching his mouth to your cunt.

"Oh fuck" You whine, Eddie makes little noises as he buries himself in your wet pussy and they go straight to your core. "Oh fuck- I knew. I knew you'd be good at this"

Your words encourage him and you pant as he devours you.

"Knew your pretty mouth would eat cunt like you were made for it" Words spill from your lips and you rock on his face gently, "Don't you fucking dare stop"

You're reaching for Steve and he moves closer, cock hovering just out of your reach. You look up at Steve from under your lashes and he moans softly, griping the base of his cock and cupping the side of your head.

He's pressing the tip of his cock against your lips and you shake, opening your mouth and taking him as far as you can manage. One of your hands grip his hip tightly while other snakes its way down Eddie's stomach.

You shift, lean forward slightly, Steve's cock slips further down your throat and you grip Eddie's cock in your hand. Eddie's moans are muffled by your cunt and the vibrations of it shoot right through you.

"Oh. Fuckin' perfect mouth" Steve's panting and rocking his hips, "Fuck- I- ahh"

"She sucks cock like she's dying for it, doesn't she?" Billy's voice breaks through the wet noises, the panting, the moaning.

"You said she was good" Steve groans, "You never said she was this good"

Eddie's bucking up into your hand and moans loudly, pushing his tongue into your wet heat and curling it in a way that has you trembling, gagging down Steve's cock and whimpering.

You feel another orgasm building, tightening in the walls of your lower stomach and a few more desperate rocks of your hips and Eddie's tongue on your clit has you falling apart around Steve's cock.

Steve's hand holds you, keeping his cock in your mouth and he rocks his hips, fucking your mouth until he cries out and his seed floods your mouth. You swallow every drop he gives you and pull away, pulling off Eddie and crawling down his body to rest in between his legs. You take him into your mouth without hesitation.

Eddie shouts 'fuck' as your head sinks down, sucking and licking at his cock.

"Look at her- so fuckin' needy for cock" Billy is saying, Steve's thrown himself on the other end of the couch and they're both watching you. Billy's lazily jerking his dick and Steve cock is already filling out, getting hard again.

Eddie's fingers wind their way into your hair and you feel them twitching. You pull off him and a trail of saliva connects from your lips to his dick.

"You can fuck my mouth, Eddie" Your voice is rough but no less sweet, "I really like it"

"She really does" Billy agrees.

You take him back into your mouth and Eddie's gripping your hair tightly, bucking up into your mouth and groaning. It doesn't take long until he's shaking and coming undone, not once you've got a hand wrapped firmly around his shaft and the other playing with his balls. You ease him through it much like you did with Steve, gently sucking and licking.

You shift, kneeling next to Eddie as he pants hard and keen quietly. Feeling sticky and wet and needing more, wanting more. You crawl towards Steve, kneeling between his legs and pout softly.

“Fuckin’ needy” Billy laughs softly.

“Wanna-” You whine, pleading. “Want you to fuck me Stevie, then when you fill me up with your come I want Eddie to fuck me”

Steve’s eyes drift to Billy, who just shrugs.

“I can share my toys, Steve” You bite your lip at the degrading term, being referred to as nothing more than something to be used, to be fucked, made your cunt clench and ache - you were so aroused, so desperate to be filled, it hurt.

“Please, Stevie?” You’re voice is sugar sweet as you plead, “Need your cock inside me”

You don’t even notice him move, finding yourself pinned down on the ground and he’s bucking into you. You clench down as a loud moan tears from your lips. You’re clinging onto Steve - fingers buried in his hair, nails digging into the flesh of his back, legs wrapped tight around his waist.

Steve’s fucking you roughly, hips slapping against yours. Your cunt sucks him in and you flutter around him, making him groan. You can’t stop the moans from leaving your lips, little ‘ah’s’ escaping on each breath.

“God- fuck! You’re fuckin’ perfect” Steve’s groaning, panting. “Perfect pussy”

“Isn’t it the best cunt you’ve ever had?”

“God. It is- it’s so fuckin’ tight” Steve moans, “Oh- ah fuck”

His hips are stuttering, bucking wildly, and your clit is brushing against his lower stomach and you’re crying out, eyes rolling back and feeling your body go limp. You moan as Steve keeps fucking you until he’s gasping and grunting, hips falling still. His head hangs and he pants.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ” He pants.

You lay, splayed out on the floor of your living room, muscles twitching and cunt pulsing. You’re starting to feel a bit sensitive but you’re not satisfied, not yet, not even close. You whine softly as Eddie slips between your legs, pressing on your knees and almost folding you in half.

He rocks into you, you whine and moan his name and he snaps his hips harder. You roll your head, eyes finding Billy. He’s watching you with dark eyes, hand working his cock. Steve’s still breathing hard, sitting on the floor and leaning back on the couch, watching.

“You’re loving this aren’t you?” Billy asks, you whine and nod.

“She’s perfect, Billy” Steve comments, “Absolutely perfect”

“Our perfect little pussy”

“Make her come, Eds - feels so good”

Eddie shifts your legs, holding them above your torso with one hand and uses his other to finger at your clit. You twitch and shudder and it’s almost too much, almost too sensitive but you know you can come for Eddie, can make him feel good.

The angle Eddie has you in, has you shaking on each thrust - his hard cock brushing against your sensitive spot inside you. You let out a broken cry as you spasm, weakly shuddering and clenching around Eddie’s cock. He stills, groaning as he spills inside your already drenched cunt. He slips out of you, dropping your legs onto the ground.

“Good, huh?”

“Yeah” Eddie breathes.

“Satisfied yet, babe?” Billy asks, eyes flickering over you and you whine, he laughs, “I’ll take that as a no, then”

You’re limp and feeling like you’re floating, drifting in your pleasure and not quite sated yet.

“What do you need?”

You roll your head, eyeing up Billy, Eddie and Steve and bite your lip.

“Wanna be fucked by you three until I don’t even remember my name” You murmur. Your eyes slip closed and Billy’s there between your legs, cock pressing inside your swollen, puffy cunt. Your breath shudders as you stretch around him.

“Play with her tits” He’s saying and there’s hands cupping them, fingers pinching and tweaking your nipples. They’re rough with you and you quake at their treatment. Your body feeling oversensitive and your mind numb.

Billy isn’t too rough, fucking you deeply but gently. Your cunt is squelching, leaking and a sloppy mess. You’re desperate to come again, wanting to feel the fireworks of pleasure again, wanting to loose yourself.

“Where you want me to come, baby?’ Billy’s voice softly pierces through the haze of pleasure.

“My tits” You gasp, “Please”

He thrusts into you a few more times before he shifts, pulling out and kneeling over you as he jerks his cock until he’s spurting all over your chest.

“Can I fuck her again?” Eddie asks, sounding like the only think he can think about is sinking back into your pussy. There’s a muffled conversation and your chest is being lifted and gently placed back down on Billy’s lap. He strokes your cheek lovingly.

Eddie’s strong hands are clinging onto your thighs and he’s burying his cock into you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs and you’re not sure how much more you can take - your cunt is aching and it won’t be long until you’re too sore, too sensitive.

You’re not even sure what’s happening anymore, all you can focus on is breathing and the delicious stretch of your pussy as Eddie’s cock slides in and out of you. You don’t even know what you’re saying, the noises you’re making - mindless and fucked into a state of pure bliss.

You whine as you feel Eddie pull out, there’s a soft shushing noise and he’s being replaced - Steve sliding into your cunt and you can’t stop your body from shaking, from the tremors plaguing your limbs. Billy’s still stroking your cheek and you feel another set of hands on you, stroking your sides.

You sob when Steve’s cock leaves your cunt. You’re being moved, lifted and they’re laying you down on your side on the ground gently. Billy’s pushing your leg up, twisting you until your cunt is exposed and he gently pushes his cock inside you.

You’re too sensitive now, cunt aching with the pain of the constant push pull of their cocks. Tears are leaking out of your closed eyes and cries tear from your throat. Kisses are being pressed against your cheeks, lips, forehead and soft words pressed into your skin.

“You’re amazing honey”

“You’re taking us so well”

“Good girl, good girl. All for us”

“We’ve got you sweet girl”

Billy shakes and spills inside you and then he’s picking you up, carrying you to the bedroom and the three of them climb in - cuddling you and whispering how much they adore you, stroking your skin and letting you rest.

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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12welveinched · 4 months

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Y'all literally write fanfics like you're men. How is it that in your own fantasy world, you're not getting pleasure from it? With every reader x character, it's you pleasuring the character. Women write fanfics like how men view porn.

You're so feminist that even in your own fantasies, you think that you are ugly and that this character would never want you. So unless they're degrading, using, and beating you. That's the only true way you think that they could ever desire you.

I'm not even going to get started on the of-age-reader x underage characters because if I need to tell you why that's wrong, you need to be put on a watch list.

#eddie munson x reader #sukuna x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #arthur morgan x reader #levi ackerman x reader #billy hargrove x reader #tony stark x reader #leon kennedy x reader #john marston x reader #jjk x reader #f!reader #steve harrington x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barns x reader #geto suguru x reader

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anisas-nonsense · 2 years

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The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

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unamused-boss · 5 months

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Lipstick Stains

Billy Hargrove x Harrington FemReader

Summary: There has been some new gossip floating through Hawkins High. The gossip being that Billy has a lipstick stain that just so happens to match a certain girl's iconic shade.

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You were a Harrington. You had a certain standing that you had to keep cause of the expectations of your parents. One of those expectations were not making out with Billy Hargrove in his car in the back of the school parking lot during lunch. But your parents were never home so you didn't really give a damn.

"Billy we have to go back into the school at some point." You said releasing your lips from his. As you tried to pull back he pulled you in for another quick kiss.

"Oh come on, we don't have to." He smirked to you.

"Listen Mr. Bad Boy, I know you don't like school but I have a test." You said to him. He gave you a small pout at your response to which you just laughed at him. "You also messed up my lipstick." You said as you flipped the visor down to use the mirror to reapply your dark red lipstick.

"That's not the only thing I can mess up." He joked. You just gave him the look, he knew the look. It didn't need a name.

"Well Hargrove I have to get going." You brought yourself close to kiss his neck then up to the apple of his freckled cheeks. You collected you things to go back into the school before the bell. Before you shut the door you look back at Billy to see the two kiss marks that you left on him. You just smiled at him.

"Love ya, see you later." You said then shut the door to go to the school.

Billy continued with his day like usual. Thinking that nothing would go out of the ordinary. He knew he was hot shit so people were staring at him as perusal but he didn't know what they were staring at. In each class he had stares his way, to which he had to tell some off for looking too long.

"Nice job man." Tommy Hagan laughed as he patted his back. Billy was just confused about what he was talking about but he continued as nothing was wrong. The bell rang through the halls to signal that the school day was over. Billy made his way to the doors top the parking lot to leave when he saw a certain Steve Harrington staring him down from his locker.

"You got a problem Harrington?" He asked.

"Yeah, not with you though." Steve replied slamming his locker shut to go find a certain sister of his. Billy didn't know that, he was just confused and thought nothing of it. He finally was able to make it to his Camaro to wait for Max. Students around him were still looking at him. Some girls looking in distaste, not at him but at the kiss marks on his cheeks. Some guys were just laugh in congrats to him. Billy just wanted to get the hell out and get Max home so he can go see his girlfriend. Billy looked over to see a certain red head making her way over to his car.

"Get in shit-bird, I got places to be." He said as he got in the drivers seat while Max got in the passenger seat. She just stared at him, more than she would usually. Which is not at all. Billy glanced at her a few times.

"What?" He asked annoyed with her staring.

"What's on your face?" She asked. Billy was confused until he thought back to lunch. He grabbed his sun visor to look himself in the mirror to see the two kiss marks on him. Just as he thought, one on his cheek and the other on his neck. He just laughed what he was looking at.

"Well that explains a Lot." He sighed starting his car to drive away.

Later that day Billy was able to make it to the Harrington house hold. Instead of parking down the street, he parked in the driveway. Instead of climbing through the window of his girlfriends bedroom, he simply knocked the front door of her house. Which, unfortunately, the other Harrington answered. He and Steve just stared at one another for a moment.

"Hargrove."

"Harrington."

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you know why exactly I'm here, or you don't."

"I do know why you're here." Steve stated sternly.

"Then tell me, why am I here?" Billy gabbed at him with a smirk playing on his face.

"Can you guys stop having a dick measuring contest for once." Your voice was heard in a very much over it tone. "Get out of here Steve."

"But-" You stopped him from continuing.

"Eh, I don't wanna hear any more then I already have. You're being a Buttface." You sassed at him. "Now I would like to talk to my boyfriend."

Steve just rolled his eyes and sighed. Walking away from his enemy and his sister in the same door way. You turn your head back to Billy with a grin on your face.

"So what are you doing here, handsome."

"Well, I am here to see my girlfriend that I have to have a small chat about." His voice going a slight octave lower. Something that you loved.

"And what do you have to chat about?" You stilled teased at him.

"Well I made out with this gorgeous woman at lunch, and after I thought my day would go by like usual. But I had people staring at me all day. I didn't know why until I looked into the mirror to find that the exact pretty girl I was kissing left some marks on me." He explained to you. "Now I am at said pretty girls house to get a reason why she did that."

"Well I think she just wanted to have a bit of fun with you, if you ask me."

"Well as much as I love that, I think I would love to have some fun with her right now."

"Well you'er gonna have to wait on that, handsome." You said." Big Bro ain't to happy with me, I've been getting an ear full for the past hour."

"I can wait." He reassured. "I will always wait for you, gorgeous." You just smiled at him and dragged him into your house.

"Is he staying long?" Steve's distant voice was heard.

"Shut up Steve." You yelled out to him. "Like I said, ear full all day."

You and Billy just laughed at the situation. But at least you both can enjoy each others company in the end.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this. Sorry if it is short. I know I haven't been to active, writing wise, lately. I'm trying to get through school right now.

I will try to get more out for Boots and Trumpets, and Practically Magic later.

Thank you for reading.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargove imagine #fanfiction #steve harrington #billy hargrove x fem reader #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #dustin henderson #eddie munson #eleven hopper #max mayfield #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #demogorgon

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hellfirexclub · 2 years

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Steve, Billy and Eddie’s reactions to you calling them daddy in bed.

a/n: Steve and Billy join the party! Been thinking hard about this so I had to put it into words and share a quick blurb for each boy. I'll happily do more for other characters if anyone wants that!

Steve:

“Oh fuck baby, just like that” Steve moans loudly, his slick brown hair stuck to his sweaty forehead like a gorgeous halo. “God you feel so good” he groans, head thrown back and eyebrows knitted in pleasure. You were presently on Steve laps, riding him in slow, deliberate bounces. Steve’s hands are on your hips, guiding your movements and worshipping your curves before gliding his hands up your waist and then to your breasts.

“Perfect tits” Steve moans as his lidded eyes run over your body, marvelling at the masterpiece that was you riding him. You begin to bounce faster on his lap and he throws his head back with a loud groan, snapping his own hips up to meet yours. You stop your movements as Steve picks up his pace and fucks you from below, hands back on your hips and digging in gently as he pounds you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself up. “You like that baby?” Steve coos, licking his lips as he looks into your blissed out eyes.

“Yes I love it daddy” you moan out, hips stuttering as you try and grind against him. Steve would lose it at this, choking out a groan at how abrupt and hot it was. You try to hide your eyes with your hands shyly but Steve pulls them away and pins them tightly behind your back with one of his hands.

“Say that again” he says desperately, chest heaving from his heavy breaths. His eyes burned into yours, glowing with desire and begging you to say it again. You swallow and look up at him with doe eyes, prompting him to take your chin in his hand and ghost his lips against yours as he repeats his words.

“I-I said that I love it, daddy” you say quietly, biting your lip as you eye the gorgeous man in front of you.

“Good girl” Steve coos, stroking your cheek and planting a soft kiss on your lips as he starts bucking his hips back up into you. He moans breathily as he feels you clench around him as you get close, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing gentle circles to push you over the edge.

“Cum around daddy’s dick baby.”

Billy:

Billy loves fucking you in missionary, getting to see the cockdrunk look on your face as he pounds you senseless and watches you shake under him. But more so he loves to get to see your legs splayed for him, and watch his cock slide in and out of your glistening little cunt. He loves to watch you try to take him as he completely destroys you. Billy had your legs up on his shoulders, folded against your chest as he fucked you relentlessly. His pace impossibly hard, spurred on by your loud mewls and the tears slipping past your eyes.

“Aw can you not take my cock baby?” Billy teases into your ear, licking the shell of it as he keeps up his fast pace. “Is it too big for your pretty pussy?” he asks in a strained voice, grunting as you clench around him. You moan loudly, blissed out and cock dumb, legs shaking as you feel yourself getting close again.

“No daddy!” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with wide eyes. Billy lets out a loud growl as the words spill past your lips, stopping his movements with a hard thrust and keeping his cock buried in your cunt, his hand wrapping around your throat to make you look at him.

“What was that, princess?” Billy asks darkly, voice laced with venom. “You shouldn’t have said that” he whispers into your face, grinding his hips into yours and pushing his cock deeper inside you. Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, whimpering as his hand squeezes your neck just a little harder. Suddenly you’re being picked up and flipped around, gasping as he puts you on your hands and knees, roughly forcing your face down into the mattress as he slides back into you.

“Now daddy’s going to have to ruin this little pussy” he spits, muscles flexing as your cunt clenches around him.

His hands quickly find your ass, grabbing the flesh roughly as he slams back into you, watching your ass bounce against him. He slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint in its wake as he drives into you. You can only grip the bedsheets and babble nonsense as Billy fucks you through another orgasm, the cruel glint in his eyes letting you know this wouldn’t be your last.

Eddie:

Eddie would get a lot more kinky the more he gets comfortable with his partner, especially if you’re kinky too. Once he’s used to fucking you, which he never quite feels like he is because boy does he get pussy drunk the second he sees your pussy let alone sinks into the tight warmth of it, you’ll get to see just how dominant he can be depending on his mood. This was one of those nights and Eddie had you in his handcuffs, chained between the bed frame so you can’t squirm away from him. He’d have eaten you out until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to fuck you, shamelessly grinding his hard cock against the mattress at your noises and the sweet taste of you. Eddie then begins to tease your slit and slowly pushes a finger into your tight heat, so slowly that you moan in frustration and shake your hands to try and free yourself.

“Not so fast princess” Eddie teases with a tut, wagging his finger at you. You let out a groan and arch your back, lifting your hips off the bed in need of more friction. Eddie pushes your hips down harshly and latches his lips back onto your clit as he works a second finger into you, making your toes curl as you mewl.

“Please just fuck me daddy” you whine desperately, mouth opening before you could think. Eddie moans into your cunt, devilish eyes glinting at your from between your legs as he hears what you’d said. He leans up on his elbows and wipes his chin with the back of his hand, smirking dangerously at you, as thought he’d just found out something incredibly amusing.

“Daddy, huh?” Eddie hums, eyes not wavering from your pink cheeks and fucked out expression, “Now that I wasn’t expecting.” He sits up on his knees, slowly pulling his pants down his legs and letting his cock spring free, revelling in the mewls you let out once he’s exposed to you. He loves it when you get all flustered for him, pumping his cock in his fist while you whine and desperately buck your hips in the hopes of getting some friction. He oh so teasingly presses the tip of his cock to your pussy, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watches you writhe and moan beneath him, still uselessly trying to free your hands from their constraints.

“You want daddy to stretch you out with his cock?” He asks in mock sympathy, tucking your hair behind your hand ear as you nod frantically, tears practically forming in your eyes from how badly you need him. Eddie smirks at your submission, licking his lips and throwing his head back in pleasure as he begins to sink into you.

“You’re such a good girl for daddy baby, so tight.”

#Steve Harrington #billy hargrove #Eddie Munson #Steve harrington smut #billy Hargrove smut #Eddie Munson smut #Steve harrington x reader #billy Hargrove x reader #Eddie Munson x reader #Steve harrington x you #billy Hargrove x you #Eddie Munson x you #stranger things smut #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagines

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medium-rare-bimbo · 9 months

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Faster than light thoughts

♡Masterlist♡

MINORS DNI

May contain stepcest, age gap, dubcon dark content

༺*:ﾟ･✧･:*:ﾟ･♡ readmore ♡･ﾟ:*:･✧･ﾟ:*༻

♡dark!!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!! CULT LEADER EDDIE !!!!!!! Imagine being his object of affection, the one he devotes his followers life to <3<3 did someone say virgin! Reader ?? 👁👁 yes me I did. He takes your virginity as a ritual, there are people surrounding your bed as he takes what's his, telling you that this is what needs to be done so you can ascend into a higher being

♡ chrissy, nancy, robin sleepover where they teach virgin! reader how to cum. Youd be so embarrassed to admit it :(( but that's okay they tell you its completely natural and to go at your own pace and not every boy is going to make you cum. Boys are useless! When you shamefully tell them that you've never EVER cum and that you havent even had your first kiss, they assure it that it's okay and robin offers to teach you <3 naturally you end up with your back against her chest and her fingers in your cunt, you had gotten fuzzy a while ago and everyone was fawning over you pretty pussy. They all take turns in fingering you and tasting you, you have the best sleep you've ever had ♡♡♡

♡ being fucked with a beer bottle <3 would be with either eddie or billy, they'd laugh at you while you cry about how gross it is

♡ cucking Jason <3 what better way to get back at your bully than fucking his girlfriend, chrissy deserves her tits in my mouth

♡ stealing their shirts so you can put it on a pillow and hump it later !!!!!

♡ making you squirt infront of people!! Maybe billy, thinking he gets an ego boost after it. Or eddie think he would let everyone have a go of making you squirt <3 such a sweetheart

♡ hopper catching you working at a strip club then blackmailing you after you beg for him not to tell anyone <3 he makes you fuck yourself dumb on his cock then mocks you when your legs go numb

♡ bimbo! crybaby! Reader getting her clit pinched after she gets bratty

♡ hybrid reader!! Hybrid reader !!! Hybrid reader!!!!!! Bunny! Puppy! Kitty! Cow! Bird! Bear! Lamb! Mouse!! SO MANY THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN!!!!!!!

♡ I think steve would like a kitty, all pretty and only exists for the purpose of looking good and being a hole to stuff <3<3 spoil me so much !!!! Or maybe a puppy, gets to leash me up and make me choke on his cock maybe breed me

♡ eddie would like a bunny, a soft little thing that can keep up with his fat loads of cum, or maybe a kitty who does nothing but lay there and mewl for his cum <3 he just wants a little dumb thing he can corrupt

♡ hopper likes the puppy because old grumpy men and puppies are soul mates!!! Hed be so strict but I'd love him for it !!! Make me feel so special 👁👁 piss kink with hopper x untrained puppygirl reader 👁👁 smoking a cigar while you cock warm him I'm all gooey inside

♡ I think billy would definitely be into cow hybrids 👁👁 cuz like hes the bull of Hawkins and I think he needs a little breeding cow and on milky titz to sucky suck👁👁 shy lil thing that follows him around

♡ robin would like a bird because they're so quiet and pretty!! Just so nice to look at and she would definitely love it when you try to groom her makes her feel so special!!! Or when you coo as shes eating you out omg !! loves how soft your lil wings are !!!

♡ nancy definitely be into puppygirls<3<3 I think shed love to just do whatever she pleases especially when you take everything she gives you, you're so obedient and eager to please her !!!!!!!!!

♡ argyle? Definitely a cow orr maybe a mouse, just wants someone whose soft and warm. Would let you sit on his cock while he smokes, all the praises !!! Stroke your pretty little thighs and pet your ears sucky sucky on those titties

♡ my sick little freak Jonathan? The original perv? Bear. Just something that lays there all pretty and soft, let's him take pictures!! His fav are when you're lying in the sun and he pulls your underwear to the side to see your pussy <3

♡ what if hybrid! boy/girlfriend !!!!!!

♡ AAAA WOLF EDDIE AND BUNNY READER IM GAGGING CHOKING NOT BREATHING, him wearing a muzzle!!! Spikey collar that leaves scratches in my thighs

♡ wolf steve and puppy reader 👁👁 wants to get you full of pups, all hairy and warm treats you so well<3 hunts you the biggest deer he can find just so he can prove how much of a good mate he is

♡ bear hopper x bunny reader <3<3 so big and warm so strong and smart he has to protect his little dumb cocksleeve, let's you have all the blankets for your nest!!! Soothes you when you cry because hes so big and doesnt fit in it :(( but its okay because he likes being pressed against you so tightly

♡ bull billy and cow reader !!! Hes so mean at first!! Always huffing and grunting at you making you think he hates you </3 makes all the others bully you because hes the alpha and whatever he says goes until some dumb new bulls start showing interest in HIS shy submissive mate he gets into so many fights!! Hates that they think they can have you >:00 YOURE HIS >:((( sneaks into your separated room (because everyone is so mean and the farmer cant have their pretty little Hefner sad) just so he can mark you as his. would 100% let's you touch his horns, but only you >:((

♡ dont get me started on heats and ruts

♡ breed me so good!!!! I'm going feral possibly even insane

♡ joyce + hopper with puppygirl!!! Makes my heart all gooey and gross, joyce would spoil you so much!!! Give you extra rewards and treats when you behave or when hop is being grumpy and strict! Definitely would stuff you with toys and make you lick them clean

♡ step dad! hopper digging out a bullet vibrator from his bimbo Step daughter after she gets it stuck inside her because shes so dumb </3

♡ brothers bestfriend/dealer! Eddie corrupting naive! Innocent! Virgin! Reader, him waiting for your roommate to arrive and he gets to know you so well

♡ scumbag! Stepbrother! Jonathan x innocent! Reader. making you sit on his lap, he blows smoke into your face all the time :((((( makes your eyes tear up and forget about his boner that hes rocking against your clothed cunt!! Dont get me started on his Best friend perv! Argyle who is soooo nice to you but only so he can feel you up close against him

♡ theres a belt that has a lighter attached to it omg imagine eddie using it to light the blunt in your mouth omfg I'm going insane right now

♡ mean! eddie making his artist! Girlfriend draw porn only so he can cum on it and ruin it :(((

♡ being the new secretary at the police station and befriending hopper through your husband. Staying late one night, you and hop start talking which leads to you complaining to him about struggling to have a baby and how you're so worried that you may not be able too, he assures you that theres nothing wrong and even offers to help, your husband is oblivious when you become pregnant, he doesnt even bat an eye when the baby comes out huge (giant genes jim hopper ♡♡)

♡ argyle becoming a masseuse and getting a bit too handsy with his favourite client <3<3 his hands are amazing with pizza dough they would be amazing with my ass <3

♡ would I let Vecna absolutely destroy me? Yes I'm not a coward, I want his claws to make my hips bleed is that too much to ask? "BuT nYmPH hES UgLy aND scARY" and I'm horny so what

♡ you know those baby dolls that you have to take care of for like a week? Imagine being forced to take care of one with whoever, unfortunately it unlocks their breeding kink and they cant get the thought of you and their baby out of their head so it's only natural for them to stuff you full

♡ serial killer! eddie escaping from prison and hiding in your house!! Somehow convincing him to let you live by saying you'll cook him meals and clean him up, he forces you to be his housewife until you're no longer useful to him but once he gets his cock in your sweet tiny little hole he cant stand the thought of you being harmed. When the cops arrive to search your house he takes you with him because he cant just leave his personal fleshlight behind

♡ argyle fucking the new delivery girl, he drives you to the houses because there were too many complaints about him being high </3 but that's okay because your cute little face gets extra tips and he doesnt mind staying in the car especially when your skirt flips up as you climb off the seat. Would let you ride him after you come to the car all teary eyed after you get yelled at by a mean customer who wanted a new pizza

♡ perv! Robin, nancy and chrissy convincing innocent! Reader to try on new clothes infront of them, they assure you that you dont need to change in the bathroom because "they're all girls" they grope you claiming that they're "just making sure it fits right" they then make you try on some underwear that would look sooo cute on you. You think nothing of it until you're stood infront if them and you feel vibrations coming from the fabric pressing directly to your clit, but dont worry chrissy makes sure to catch you as your legs struggle to hold yourself up plus shes holding your hands <3<3 and robin is being so sweet and 'fixing you bra' while telling you how pretty you are, nancy is the sweetest however as she reaches down to help you with false concern, rubbing your clit "trying to make it stop"

♡ hopper x fairy! Nymph esc! Reader !!! He finds you in the forest and takes you back to his cabin because a little thing like you shoudlnt be out here all alone >:(( You're so curious of this big strong creature that took you with them that you follow them around like a puppy, so he shouldnt have been so shocked when you wondered into the bathroom and watched him while he showered, as much as he tried to shoo you away it was hopeless which is why he invited you to join him. Definitely not a ploy to see you naked

♡ want 001 to gaslight me while his cock tears me in two!! "It doesn't hurt that bad, you were made to hold my children how can you give birth if you cant take my cock?"

♡ steve x bimbo reader <3 he thinks you're so dumb and hes looking at you in shock most of the time because how can anyone be that stupid? But he doesnt mind because you're his housewife and he loves that you make him feel all gooey inside, you cook him meals and bake him desserts you're so good with the kids and dustin adores with his moms new girlfriend. When you come home from babysitting with eyes watering about how you have "baby fever" and how you "cant wait to have a baby of your own" he obviously takes the opportunity to help you, he cant have his favourite girl sad now

♡ joyce and karen getting wine drink with reader, they all start talking about how awful their husbands are in bed (let's pretend hopper isnt with joyce ♡) and how they're never satisfied luckily you've bought some new sex toys and because you're so generous you cant help but share with your best friends

♡ 001 being in charge of you at the facility means he watches you do everything, sleep, eat, shower, exist, all of it. Hes all you've ever known and it feels so natural for you to come to him about the ache between your legs

♡ the way I would suck the soul out of this man

♡ dark! Reader being absolutely infatuated with mr Phil Callahan after you gets arrested at a house party, you're always getting In trouble just so you can see him not even hoppers huge cock can make you behave, you want HIM. Thankfully callahan is a good man, a good citizen who would do anything to help someone in need, so when your bent over begging him to fuck you he cant refuse, he doesnt question how you got into his house or how you knew where he lived. Your pussy is worth it <3

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #steve harrington x reader #jim hopper x reader #hopper x reader #enzo x reader #murray bauman x reader #phil callahan x reader #karen wheeler x reader #joyce byers x reader #jonathan byers x reader #argyle x reader #001 x reader #chrissy Cunningham x reader #robin Buckley x reader #nancy wheeler x reader #Henry creel x reader

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rafescurtainbangz · 3 months

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+18 minor DNI

Loving girlfriend 🤝 boyfriend who can’t help but slip his hands under her t-shirt whenever they're alone. Sometimes he doesn't even realize he's doing it. It's second nature at this point. The man just loves your emotional support titties.

#rafe cameron smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #jj maybank smut #Billy hargrove smut #rafe cameron x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington x you #billy hargrove x you #jj maybank x you #outer banks smut #stranger things smut

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 29 days

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May I please get the boys reactions to you accidentally leaving your panties in their room/bed?

Before I start let me just say all three would malfunction for a minute or two before taking action 🤭 and I took this as a Friends to lovers type of thing

Eddie:

Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit

Good going you broke the poor man!

He picks them up gently as if he will break them or they will attack him

AND IF THEY WERE HIS FAVORITE COLOR!?!?!?!

Instantly hard

Doesn't know if this is you making a move or you just being forgetful

Snaps out of it and calls you to come over and retrive what your missing

Decides to finally make his move that night ;)

Billy:

Gets cocky

Thinks you left them for him on purpose

Will pocket them and head to his car to pay you a visit

"Missing something princess?" He asks with a smirk, showing you your panties. His smirk only grows seeing how flustered you get

This will led to your bedroom and you never do get those panties back

"Who gives back a present? That's just rude princess"

Steve:

At first isn't too phased until he really realizes what they are

Ugh more laundry

Turns bright red when he realizes they are your panties. OMG THEY ARE YOUR PANTIES!?!?!

Why did they leave their panties?!?! Why are they in my bed???

Tries to calm down before figuring out what to do with them. Does he give them back? Does he keep them? Does he wash them and wait for movie night to give them back???

Will have a heart attack and just die from how much he's blushing

Honestly might call Robin to get advice. "Do I go over there? Do I return them? Does this mean she's into me? What...Yes they are pretty panties can we focus here!?!?"

#the boys #the three boys #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #steve harrington #stranger things x reader #eddie munson imagines #billy stranger things #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove stranger things #billy hargrove imagine #smut??? maybe #steve harrington stranger things #steve harrington imagine

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chr0llossexygf · 2 years

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MISUNDERSTANDING I

PAIRING: eddie munson x henderson!fem reader

SUMMARY: prom is coming up. you wanted to go with eddie, eddie didn’t wanna go with you. at least that’s what you thought. insecurities kick in and you refuse to talk or look at eddie. but he can’t stand a day without talking to you. how is he supposed to apologise when it’s a total misunderstanding?

part 1 / part 2

WARNING: eddie being a rlly stupid teen boy 😡. angst! reader is rlly insecure. cuss words. jason 🙄 cuz he needs a warning. THIS IS PART 1 and it’s rlly sad. eddie and reader are both 17

“ we’re goin-”

“ we aren’t going.”

you both say at the same time, you groan rolling your eyes. “ eddie come on we have to go it’s prom!” you whine covering your face annoyed. “ absolutely not. it’s prom it’s for weirdos.” he says while wiping his guitar with a tissue. “ but eddie. we literally are weirdos. stacy mckay is handing out party invitations and we’re here talking about a fantasy game.” you say laying back down. “ yeah but henderson prom is for jocks and cheerleaders with daddy’s money.” he says cracking his knuckles. “ eds come on it’s our last-maybe your last year in highschool with me, just go to prom with me.” you whine standing up, you look around and see people in the parking lot. forgetting you were chilling on the school roof. you quickly sit back down making eddie chuckle, “ just go with your brother henderson.” eddie says laying down. you snap your head towards him, “ excuse me? i’m not going to the prom with my brother that’s so lame!” you grown. “ but we are lame for the love of god henderson.” eddie yells.

“ your going.” you stand up again, eddie covers his face with his hand. “ yeah no i’m not.” he says. you raise an eyebrow, “ yes you are.” you say holding your hand out for him. he takes it and stands up, “ nope!” he says running then jumping off the roof to the parking lot floor. you roll your eyes following him. “ this is why you have no female friends.” you say flipping him off. “ sure henderson.” he says taking your finger trying to put it in his mouth. “ ew go away.” you say shoving your hand in your pocket. eddie smiles, “ still not going.” he says crossing his hands. “ i hate you.” you say giggling. eddie puts his hands over his chest, “ oh god i’m so hurt!” he says pouting. you flip him off moving closer to him as you two walk into school.

“ freak.” someone says behind eddie, he turns around closing his locker. jason- oh god jason? what does he want with eddie. “ what do you want dipshit?” eddie says crossing his hands. jason takes a deep breath in smiling, eddie smirks. “ is your uh really hot friend going to prom?” jason says smirking tilting his head. eddie stops smirking. “ can’t ask her yourself?” eddie says pushing jason out of the way. “ come on freak, just wanna know if she’s going.” jason says catching up, putting his hand on eddie’s shoulder stopping him. eddie takes a deep breath in looking back at jason. “ yes she’s going. now go shoot your balls into laundry baskets.” eddie says shoving jason’s hand off of him. “ will do. thanks freak.” jason says patting eddie’s shoulder.

“ your not going to the prom with him” eddie says crossing his hands leaning back on your bed, “ what?” you say turning around throwing the dress you had over your body on the floor. “ why not?” you say tilting your head to the side. “ because it’s jason. ” eddie says reaching over your nightstand picking up a cassette . “ hey hands to yourself.” you say snatching the cassettes. he throws his hands up in defeat, “ come on are you seriously thinking of going with jason?” eddie says. “ yes munson.” you grown jumping on your bed covering your face. “ you seriously pick prom with jason over playing dnd? with me and dustin?” he says standing up walking to your perfume stand, spraying some of your perfume on himself. “ yes.” you blatantly say.

eddie turns around flipping you off. “ come on it’ll be fun munson! just for like 10 minutes.” you say standing up grabbing his hand. eddie turns the other way because he knows, if he looks into your eyes he’ll give in. your beautiful eyes jesus. “ we can go wearing hellfire shirts.” you suggest, eddie turns around. “ really?” he says in shock. “ no.” you say pushing past him to your closet. “ how about this one?” you say turning around holding up a baby blue dress. it’s a v-neck dress that reaches the floor, it’s usually worn with silky white gloves and a pearl necklace. “ do you like it?” you ask looking at eddie.

eddie stares, and stares hard. the image of you in the dress made him blush. blush. like blush a lot. “ hellooo! earth to eddie!” you say shaking the dress. your laugh, “ dustin!” you yell out loud. “ dustin henderson!” you yell again. “ what?” dustin says walking into your room with a bar of nougat in his hand. “ is this pretty?” you ask looking back at the dress. “ no way eddie is going to prom?” dustin says gasping. eddie shakes his head snapping out of his day dream, “ no your sister is going with jason.” eddie says standing up walking up to dustin. “ what?!” dustin yells. “ quiet!” you yell at your brother. “ why aren’t you going with eddie? he’s perfect!” dustin says looking at eddie. “ i wanted to! he doesn’t wanna go to prom with me!” you say throwing the dress on your bed crossing your hands.

“ eddie?!” dustin says crossing his hands too. “ oh my god does it run in the family?” eddie says chuckling. “ i don’t wanna go to prom because cheesy and lame.” he says throwing his hands up in defeat. “ that’s the point of the prom!” you whine sitting on the bed. “ ask steve.” dustin says. “ what? steve?” eddie says in offense.” yeah maybe i will.” you say laying down on your bed. “ you can’t ask out steve harrington.” he says crossing his hands annoyed. “ why not? its either him or jason.” you sit up crossing your hands too. “ unless..” you sing raising your eyebrows jokingly. he throws a pillow hitting you. “ absolutely not.” he says. you groan. “ is it cuz it’s me?” you say turning to look at him. “ what?! no!” he yells. “ then why not.” you say.

“ if it was chrissy asking you. you’d 100% say yes.” you mumble laying back down. he remains silent. why is he silent? you sit back up crossing your hands. “ wait seriously?” you scoff. you and dustin make eye contact. “ wow fine okay.” you stand up walking out of your room. you slam your bedroom door. you walk to the front door. putting on your converse. you open the door. grabbing your bike you immediately start riding it. are you over reacting? are you just insecure? fuck its so stupid. why couldn’t he just tell you he wanted to go with chrissy instead of having you ask him over and over again. it was humiliating. and stupid.

you start tearing up. it was dark. the only light coming from your bike. why are you starting to tear up. fuck this is so stupid. was it because you felt humiliated? or was it the fact that eddie wanted to go with chrissy and not you? who wouldn’t though. chrissy is so pretty. so so pretty. she was extremely nice. you feel so dumb and pathetic. you continue riding your bike as tears roll down your face. you take a turn to the richer side of town. you look around. you spot the house your looking for. you start paddling faster. you get off your bike. standing infront of the house you wipe your tears roughly. you take a deep breath in. you walk up to the door and knock. you gulp as the door opens revealing

“ are you crazy?! chrissy over my sister?” dustin yells throwing a cassette at eddie. eddie dodges it. “ no! no no never!” eddie yells back standing up. “ then what!” dustin yells again spit coming out of his mouth. “ i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells back. dustin steps back. “ no not like that! it’s because i wanted to! i had this whole thing planned and i don’t want her to ask me out!” eddie yells grabbing the cassette. “ what?!” dustin yells again. oh for fuck sake.

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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Knees Buckle (The Boys)

Warning(s); sloppy kissing, sensitive mouth,lowkey mean boys,cumming without being touched,crying/crying kink.

Pairing(s); The Boys X (Afab) Fem! Reader.

Summary; you regret telling your friends that your mouth is sensitive.

A/n; …..this is for @toomanybandstocare 🫡

“It was embarrassing! Stop laughing!” You pouted crossing your arms as you leaned against Eddie’s trailer wall. Eddie chuckled sipping his beer bottle “I’m sorry sweetheart!” Billy nodded “Cmon it’s a little funny” he added. “You guys are just fucking assholes” you sat your bottle down on his coffee table.

“Did your knees really give out? Just from a kiss?” Steve asked and you nodded “it’s normal!! I have a overly sensitive mouth anyway!” You defended and the three men looked at each other. “How sensitive?” Billy asked and you shrugged “I don’t know how to answer that Billy” you leaned back against the wall. “I’m sorry you had a bad date” you rolled your eyes “sure you are billy” “I am!” He defended hiding his smirk with his bottle of beer.

“You’ve always been sensitive” you furrowed your brows at Steve “what’s that supposed to mean!” “Even in school! If a guy just brushed your arm you’d be unable to speak” you rolled your eyes “not true…” “so true! When you first met billy you could barely form the word hi” “I’m anti social! Shut up Harrington!” He rolled his eyes.

“You aren’t sensitive when I touch you” Eddie pointed out “well yeah because I’m used to it. You’ve known me since we were 4” you sighed “I’m never gonna find a boyfriend” “sure you will!” Billy said and you continued to pout. “Dolly, stop pouting” Billy stood up sitting his bottle down and stalking over to you. “Cmon smile for me” he cupped your cheeks and your face flushed from his close proximity.

“What’s gonna make you smile hmm?” He tucked hair behind your ear and you felt like your brain was mushed. Billy chuckled “will a kiss make it better?” He offers and you nod “mhm” you mumble expecting him to kiss your cheek like normal. He smiled and dipped his head down pressing his lips to yours, you let out a gasp and he pressed his tongue into your mouth. His hand cupped the back of your neck keeping you pressed to him.

Your hands fisted his red button up your knees feeling week and like they were about to give out until he pulled away. You gasped leaning down into his chest as he smirked “did your knees wanna give out pretty girl? Hmm?” You didn’t say anything just focused on trying to fix your breathing and Steady your jelly legs.

You didn’t even get a chance because Steve was pushing Billy out of the way and capturing your lips in his and you whined your thighs trembling. Steve gripped your chin keeping you held to his mouth as he kissed you pleasure shooting though you from your mouth. Steve pulls away leaving your lips wet and sloppy and you’re clinging to him.

Your release is once again short lived as Eddie grabs you and tugs you to him kissing you just as roughly as the other two. He wrapped a arm around your waist helping you to stand as he kissed you roughly. Pleasured pangs shot through your body and when Eddie pulled away your legs gave out and you fell down to his carpet you body shivering. Tears pricked your eyes and your face was flushed as your thighs twitched.

“Dolly, did you just cum?” Billy asked and you shook your head “n-no” you stuttered and Steve chuckled “oh you so did. What a naughty little girl” Steve chides and you were limply clinging to Eddie’s jeans, hand fisted into his jeans. “You guys are so….so mean” you sniffled and Eddie bent down lifting you up “Awh, don’t cry sweetheart we are sorry. Just wanted a little fun didn’t mean for that to happen” you hiccuped tears streaming down your face from embarrassment.

“Liar!” You whined and the three men chuckled Eddie sat down with you in his lap, Billy coming over and tilting your head back against his chest “maybe we just wanted to see those pretty little tears of yours Dolly” you sniffled “such a pretty little thing” he pecked your lips again and you squirmed. “sorry baby we’ll fix it, make it right Cmon” Steve pulled your face over to him and pecked your lips. “Yeah, we are gonna make it feel so much better good girl.” Eddie promised and pecked your lips.

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Get In Line part 2

You think that now they've had you, they'll leave you. Your boys prove you wrong.

billy hargrove x eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: ignore the fact that beetlejuice didn’t release until ‘88 okay rules don’t apply here word count:4.7k warnings: 18+ only mdni. mmmf. r is a bit depressed at the start. robin is a Good Friend. angst. alcohol consumption. teasing. dirty talk. the boys are a little mean to r but r likes it. masturbation (f). oral (f&m receiving). unprotected sex. cream pies. piv/pia/pim. handjobs. facial. not proof read.

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You buried your head under your blankets, you were avoiding the world and certain people in it.

You were scared.

You knew that now they'd had you, your boys would move on and you'd be left behind.

You've been hiding away for weeks, maybe even months, pretending you don't exist and pretending you don't hear the knocks at the door, the phone ringing. If you ignored it all long enough, it would all go away, right?

It was Robin who made you snap out of it, she gently knocked on your door and called out to you.

"Hey - it's me" Her voice drifts through the rooms, muffled and far away.

"Can you let me in, please? I'm really worried about you"

Your heart twists at her pleading confession and shake as you drag yourself out of bed. You pull your soft blanket over your shoulders and shuffle to the door.

You just crack it open and float back to your room, knowing she'd be following. You climb back into bed, buried under your blanket and you let your eyes slip closed.

You feel the bed shift and dip next to you as Robin settles down, feel her arm draped over your back.

"Do you want to talk?"

Her voice is soft and you feel yourself tearing up. Your face crumbles and you shake as you sob, her arm tightens around you.

"I'm so fucking stupid" You gasp.

Your frustration and sadness and hurt and loneliness spill out, your body trembling with the force of your heaving cries. Robin just holds you through it, letting you cry.

You're not sure how long it takes but your tears eventually stop, your head pounds and you're exhausted.

"'m sorry, Bobbie" You slur. She gently shushes you, rubbing her palm down your back.

"Don't apologize" She whispers, "You know I'm always here for you"

"I just- I," You don't know if you can get the words out.

"Hmm" She's humming softly, "You don't have to tell me, not if you don't want - but I wont judge if you do"

You do, you do want to tell her. You needed to tell someone, to get off your chest.

"I...I slept with Billy. And Eddie. And Steve" You whisper, barely making a sound.

"Oh, like - you've slept with all of them? So what? How was that stupid? They getting possessive now?" She asks, sounding a little confused.

You shuffle, poking your head out from your nest and give her a flat look.

"No" Your voice is monotone, "I slept with all three of them. Together. At the same time"

She blinks then her eyes are widening and her eyebrows raising.

"Ohh" She breathes, "oh, okay. Well"

"Yeah, stupid" Your voice is a little hard, self-deprecating.

"Okay look, the way I see it - was it just sex?" She asks.

"Yeah I guess" You sigh, "It's not like the three of them would want more"

"Do you?"

You feel yourself flushing but you shake your head.

"Maybe, I don’t know. They don't want me like that, anyway. They just wanted to get in my pants and now I'll forever be unsatisfied with mediocre sex."

"Are you sure?" Robin asks, "They're the ones who asked me to come check on you"

You don't answer, not sure how to.

Robin sighs.

"What do you want from them? I don't mean this in a mean way, I just want to help"

"What do you mean?" Your voice is so small, you don't sound like yourself, even to your ears.

"Like - do you want to continue just having sex with them all or do you want a relationship, however that would work, or do you want to just cut it off with them - one and done?"

"I, I don’t know! I just. I don't know"

"I'd ask for details but I'm pretty sure I do not want to know"

"Steve did this-"

Robin cuts you off by smothering you with your pillow, crying out and groaning, and you laugh.

Her voice is determined, "Here's the plan-"

The entirety of Robins plan was have a shower and then eat. You spent nearly an hour in your bathroom, under the hot spray.

"Nance is here" Robin calls through the door, you feel panic seize your throat, "we're gonna go out for lunch"

"You didn't tell her, did you?" Your voice is frantic, and she huffs.

"No, I did not tell Nancy about your filthy, filthy or-"

"Okay thanks!" You shout, cutting her off.

You take your time, dressing in comfortable pants and a loose shirt, your hair still damp.

Nancy gives you a soft smile.

"I'm sorry you've not been feeling well" she offers and all you can manage is an awkward smile.

They take you to the local pizza joint, and you feel better than you have in weeks. Nancy and Robin fill you in on everything you missed - what they've been doing, what trouble the kids had gotten into.

"Hey-" Robin turns and peers at you from the front passenger seat, "Promise us. Promise us if you ever feel like garbage, if it becomes too much and you want to hide away from everything - you’ll call us. We won't judge okay? Even if it's just laying in bed with you. I don't want you to be alone like that again, alright?"

You can feel yourself tearing up again, you swallow hard and nod.

"Thank you" your voice breaks, "I, I promise"

Your heart swells a little and tingles as you feel warmth flood you, grateful for your friends.

You stop hiding and start joining your friends again but you don’t really go out of your way to see Billy, Eddie or Steve. You think you're doing well, pretending you're not falling apart inside every time you see them.

You're out with Robin and Nancy, searching for Halloween costumes and bouncing ideas off each other. You were excited to go to a party, to dress up, to let loose and have fun.

"I don't know, Robin!" You groan, "I don't know what to go as"

"What about something classic?" Nancy suggests, "Like red riding hood or something"

"Or an angel! Or devil!" Robbin chimes in.

Your nose scrunches and you pout a little. Glancing around, your eyes spot a familiar outfit and you laugh, grabbing it.

Your insides felt like they were going to vibrate out of you as you got ready, sliding the orange thigh high stockings onto your legs and smoothing your skirt as you stand.

You glance over to your mirror and laugh, the tight orange turtle neck fitted your torso beautifully, showing off your soft curves. The pleated red skirt sat high on your waist and rested high on your thighs and the wig cut into a little brown bob framed your face, you perched round black frames on the top of your head, ready to slip them down onto your nose.

“Come on!” You hear Robin calling as she banged on the door.

You rush and slip little back Mary Jane heels on as you slip out of your home.

“Well, hello Velma!” Robin laughs as she sees you, she’s dressed in a black and white striped suit and had sprayed her hair green and you giggle.

“You look great!”

Pretty much everyone in town was throwing a party and you pull up to one of the houses, knowing that by the end of the night - the whole group would find each other.

The music is too loud and the drinks are a bit too strong and you’re having the time of your life. You dance and laugh with Robin, cheering when you see Nancy and Jonathan arrive - waving them over to your spot to dance with you.

Your small group spends hours dancing and laughing together. You grab hold of Jonathan’s hands and spin him around, making him giggle as you twirl him around in your arms. You can feel eyes on you but you ignore it, enjoying yourself too much to care.

“I’m gonna get another drink” You shout over the music and leaning close to Nancy’s ear, she nods and beams at you.

You push your way through the mass of bodies until you stumble into the kitchen, feeling too hot and overwhelmed and you abandon your mission to find a drink for stepping out the back.

The cool air smacks you in the face and you gasp, instantly feeling better. There’s people milling outside and you move past them, slipping further into the yard and letting the silence wash over you - the music and voices sounding far away.

You lower yourself down onto the grass, resting back on your arms and tilting your head up to watch the stars. You let out a soft giggle, not paying attention to the footsteps approaching you.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, lowering himself and sitting beside you and you’re tipsy enough that you forget your apprehension towards him.

“Great!” You giggle, beaming at him before you frown, “You’re not dressed up!”

“Sure I am” He says, “I’m a rock-star”

“Boo! Lame”

He laughs at you and shakes his head before falling silent.

“You’re avoiding us again” His voice is quiet and you almost don’t hear him.

“Huh?”

“You’re avoiding us” He says, voice loud and clear, “Stevie and Billy and Me - you won’t even look at us. Did we hurt you?”

You snort, throwing yourself back onto the grass.

“No. You didn’t but It’s not like you guys care” You huff out, “You all got to fuck me like you wanted and that’s that!”

You’re too gone to notice the sharp look Eddie gives you as you continue.

“And like - sure! I knew what I was doing and I agreed to it but it still hurts knowing that you’ll all leave me now and I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I’ll never be satisfied and suffer with boring sex”

“What? You- do you-” He groans and stands, “I think we’ve got to have a chat”

He’s grabbing a hold of your hands and pulling you up off the ground and catching you when you stumble. You moan softly at the quick movement, your head spinning and you slide your eyes closed as he walks you out of party.

“Don’t feel too good” You murmur, stumbling and pressing your hand against your stomach and Eddie huffs, scooping you up into his arms.

You wake the next morning in your bed, still dressed in your outfit - minus the wig, shoes and glasses. You groan and bury your head under your pillow, longing for death and aching all over.

Your head aches enough that you slip out of your bed, lightly walking to your kitchen for water and painkillers. You don’t realize you’re not alone, Steve and Billy and Eddie lounging around your living room.

“You okay, doll?” Steve asks and you freeze, glass of water halfway to your mouth. You swallow the pills hard and cough, gulping down the water.

“Yep! Fine!” You try to rush back to your room but Billy cuts you off, stepping in front of you.

“Stop running away from us” He says, stalking forward and making you stumble backwards into Steve and Eddie.

“I’m not” You laugh nervously, “I’m hungover and want to sleep, thanks”

You step around them, and they let you go - their disappointed sighs following you.

You don’t bother changing and slip back into bed, pulling the covers high and well, hiding.

You wake later in the afternoon, feeling significantly better, despite the hunger that gnaws at your stomach and you slip out of bed to find Billy, Eddie and Steve still there.

“Oh good” Steve says, “You’re awake”

“Feeling better?” Eddie asks and you hum as you shuffle into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of chips and throwing yourself down on the couch.

“You gonna keep runin’ away every time we try to talk to you?” Billy asks, eyebrow raising and you scrunch your face at him making him huff.

“Don’t act like you’re not” Steve says.

“Fine” You snap, wanting this conversation to be over, “What? What do you want to talk about? We fucked and what? What now? You lot get to go back to slutting around town and it’s fine”

They’re silent, and you snort.

“You all got what you wanted so why are you doing this?”

You wanted to protect yourself from the inevitable sadness at being left behind, at being forgotten and wanting to just move on.

“You don’t- You really think that? That we don’t care about you?” Eddie’s asking, voice smaller than you’ve ever heard it. You clench your jaw and close your eyes, tipping your head backwards.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it does!” Steve cries, voice raising, “Of course it matters”

“We don’t-” Billy stops, fists clenching, “We don’t want to leave you”

Your heart stops, your whole body tensing.

“You’re so- so, so stubborn” Steve groans, “If you just let us talk to you earlier, we wouldn’t-”

You cross your arms over your chest, turning your face away from them as they talk.

“Look- we still,” Eddie reaches over, fingers on your jaw and making you look at them, “We don’t want to leave you, far from it”

“Do you really think we’re done with you?” Billy smirks and you flush.

“There’s lots we’d still like to try with you, especially with that outfit” Steve mutters.

You’re fluttering and you can feel yourself getting worked up but you’re tired and the whiplash of emotions has you feeling numb.

“I- I, Okay” You murmur, “Just, not tonight alright? I’m tired”

Billy presses a kiss on your temple and gets up to leave, Eddie and Steve mirroring his actions.

“Whenever you’re ready, sweet girl. Get some sleep”

“You’re gonna need it!”

The boys laugh as they leave you, and you whine softly to yourself.

You find the boys in your home often, they never push you and you didn’t realize just how much you missed them, their company.

You missed their corny jokes and sly smiles and flirtatious touches. You didn’t realize how much they affected you until you’re alone in bed, slick and aching, wanting them there with you.

You bite your lip, slipping your fingers down your stomach until you’re gently circling at your clit - thoughts drifting to your boys and how they fucked you. You’re pressing fingers inside you wet cunt and whining, it’s not enough, not nearly enough.

You invite them over the following Saturday, promising take away food and drinks. You’re a little nervous, knowing that you were going to ask them - tell them you were ready, that you wanted them.

You spend time getting ready, cleaning your apartment and buying all of yours and the boys favorite snacks and stocking up on drinks. You carefully style your hair and slide your red pleated skirt on, pairing it with a little white crop top.

You look good, and you knew your boys would appreciate the effort.

You yank the door open after a few knocks, beaming and flushing as Eddie’s eyebrows raise, eyes raking down your body.

“You dress up just for us?” He smirks, pushing close to you as he steps inside. He gently pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, brushing his lips against your cheek. “You look delicious, honey”

You’re flushing and you shuffle, pulling his arm and closing the door behind you.

“I’m going to sort out the food” You tell him, “Could you grab the door when Steve and Billy get here?”

“Sure thing” You see him getting comfortable, relaxing and watching you.

Once they arrive, you feel their eyes on you as you call the local pizza joint and place your order.

It’s pleasant, the four of you spend the afternoon talking and eating, watching movies and relaxing. Their casual touches, fingers brushing against your arms and legs, sends tingles through you and you’re not sure how much longer you can wait but you know they’re doing this on purpose, teasing you.

It’s Steve who breaks first, following you into the kitchen were you’re putting used plates in the sink. His hands grab your ass under the short skirt and kneads your flesh making you shudder.

“You’re a fuckin’ tease” He says, “Sauntering around in this”

You bite your lip, face flushed and press back into his hands. He pulls you, hands wrapped high on your waist and fingers pressed into your ribs, marching you towards the living room.

“Think it’s about time we find out what our girl wants” He tells the others, pushing you further into the room until you’re standing in front of them as they sit on your couch.

They look at you expectantly, eyebrows raised and you fidget - shifting your weight and wringing your hands.

“I-I, um”

“Spit it out” Billy growls and you feel yourself gush.

“Want you” You rush out, “’m ready okay? want you all”

“Oh really?” Steve snarks, “Don’t think you deserve to have us - not after how you spend months avoiding us”

“I don’t think you deserve it at all” Eddie says and you almost whine, squeezing your thighs tight.

“I’ll be good” You cry, “I promise”

Billy barks out a laugh and you feel tears welling in your eyes and you pout, feeling yourself clenching around nothing and needing them.

“Please?” You whine, “Please? I’ll do whatever you want”

You knew this was all part of the game, the teasing foreplay before they’d fuck you stupid and you were all too happy to play - wanting to make them break. You kneel down in front of them, looking up at them from under your lashes.

Eddie whispers out a soft ‘fuck’ while Billy stares blankly at you and Steve’s shifting in his seat. Your pout deepens and you huff.

“Fine” You mutter, scooting back and resting against the coffee table, “If you lot don’t want to play with me then I’ll just have to take care of myself”

Their eyes are fixed onto you as you brush your fingers over your breasts, the soft touch and the friction from your tee sending a soft ache through you. With one hand, you tease your nipples until they’re firm, and the other drifts lower.

Ghosting your fingers over your stomach you gasp softly, eyes fluttering shut. You drag your nails up your thighs and pinch at your nipples, a soft hiccuping gasp drifting from your lips.

You crack your eyes slightly and watch as Billy, Eddie and Steve watch with rapt attention- fists clenched tightly on their laps, eyes wide, lips parted and breathing heavily. You flicker your eyes over them and see their cocks straining in their jeans and your mouth waters.

They lean forward slightly as you slide your fingers under your skirt, not shifting it enough for them to get a good view but enough to leaving them wanting more.

You brush the tips of your fingers through your folds, spreading your slick, before pressing firmly against your clit. You tremble and throw your head back, moaning.

“Jesus” Steve breathes.

You slip your fingers inside yourself and whine, doing your best to rock your hips down onto them. You work yourself, pressing your fingers and curling them inside you slightly, shuddering and moaning loudly.

You’re getting a bit desperate, wanting to reach your high and you drop your free hand to your clit, pressing firmly until you cry out, clenching down hard around your fingers. You pant and peer at your boys as you slip your fingers out of your drenched cunt. You look at them innocently as you press your fingers into your mouth, licking them clean.

Steve’s pressing his palm against his cock and Eddie’s chewing on his thumb, arm wrapped around his middle, and Billy is just staring at you, lips parted and face flushed.

“So” You pant, “Have I been good enough or do you think still I don’t deserve it?”

Eddie slides down off the couch and grabs your calves, yanking you towards him. His fingers dig firmly in your hips and he lifts your lower half, throwing your legs over his shoulders and licking into your drenched cunt.

You moan loudly and go limp, letting Eddie hold you up as he eagerly laps at you. You feel Billy and Steve moving to kneel beside you and you paw at their jeans, doing your best to undo their buttons with clumsy fingers. They brush your hands out of their way and undo their pants, slipping their cocks out and you’re wrapping your hands around them, jerking them as Eddie devours you.

Eddie’s sucking firmly on your clit and you see stars, moaning softly as you climax, hands going limp and breathing hard. He places you down and rolls you onto your side, pushing your leg up so you’re exposed and he’s yanking his clothes off. Then he’s pressing his cock inside you, groaning, the angle he has you in has him rocking deep inside you.

“You’re just so desperate, so needy. Little pretty slut” Billy says as he fists his hand in your hair.

You glance up at Billy and part your lips, accepting his cock and whining as Billy works it deep in your throat. You’re reaching behind you, fingers searching and then you shudder as you find Steve’s cock - wrapping your fingers firmly around his length and whimpering as he starts to rock his hips.

“She’s still so fucking good” Steve groans.

“So fuckin’ wet and tight” Eddie breathes.

You’re already overstimulated and full, throat and fist and cunt being fucked roughly. Eddie’s pace stutters and he rocks harder, deeper and he leans down, biting down on your side as he groans, spilling inside you.

Billy pulls out of your mouth and you twist, rolling onto your back and turning enough to wrap your lips around Steve’s cock. Billy kneels between your legs, fingers wrapping tightly in the crook of your knees and pressing. He’s got you almost folded in half as he fucks into you, he’s rough and fast and you’re gasping every breath, tits bouncing on each thrust.

“Good girl” Billy’s saying, “Our good girl”

Steve’s grunting, hips stilling as he fills your mouth and you swallow, licking at his cock until he’s pulling away. You pry open your eyes and glance around, Eddie’s resting against the couch and Steve sitting on his heels, head tilted back and breathing heavily.

You reach up and hold the back of Billy’s neck as he fucks you, fingers slipping into his hair. He leans down, pressing his lips against your throat and biting softly, a sharp contrast to his roughness. You tug at his hair, pulling his head up and you capture his lips in a sloppy kiss.

You cry into his mouth on a particularly hard thrust, his abdomen brushing against your sensitive clit and you clamp down on his cock. Billy’s fingers dig into your hips, and you can tell he’s close.

“Gonna come for me?” You whisper against his mouth, “Want you to fill me up”

He’s groaning and stilling, shaking above you and you feel the wetness sliding out of your stuffed cunt and down your ass. You flop, legs feeling like jelly already and you just breathe, skin and cunt tingling.

“You okay, baby?” Steve asks, stroking your cheek and you nuzzle his palm.

“Good” You say, gazing up at him, “You guys better not be done for the night”

Steve barks out a laugh and continues to stroke your cheek as Billy mutters ‘no where near done’ and Eddie shuffles forward.

“You know-” Eddie says, “Last time. You never told us who fucked you the best”

“We all know it was me” Billy says, Steve snorts.

“Was not”

You’re laughing and you sit up, leaning heavily on your arms.

“Might need a bit of a refresher” You chuckle, rolling your head to look at Steve and wiggle your brows, “Means you’re up, Stevie”

Steve laughs and his wide smile is blinding, he cups your face and presses his lips against yours. You shuffle closer to him as he sits on his heels and kneel over his thighs, he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close.

You’re gripping him tight as he slips inside you and you moan into the kiss, it’s the most sensual way you’ve been fucked before and you’re not sure your heart can take it so you drop your face into the crook of his neck.

“You’re so gorgeous” Steve breathes as he holds you against his chest and he rocks up into you, “Perfect for us, so perfect.”

You feel tears welling in your eyes and you squeeze them shut tight, breathing deep. His little moans and grunts in your ear has you racing towards another climax, the brushing of your clit against the rough hair has you crying out loudly and you bite down on Steve’s shoulder as you shake around him.

He gently fucks you through it, rocking until he’s stilling and you feel slick slipping down your thighs.

You climb off him, knees buckling and you throw yourself onto the couch.

“So,” Eddie asks, “You gonna tell us who’s best?”

“Nope”

“Come on” Steve whines and you giggle.

“Why would I just tell you when I could keep it dangling over you and make you prove you’re the best”

“Ohhh” Billy says, “So you’re just using us for your pleasure”

You pout at him, wide eyed.

“Of course, Billy”

Steve and Eddie laugh and Billy rolls his eyes, pulling you towards him and licking into your mouth.

Billy pulls you onto his lap before he turns you, pressing your back to his chest. His hands are pinching at your nipples and you sink down onto his dick, cunt squelching.

You rock yourself and reach for Eddie whining at him and sighing as he steps close enough for you to wrap your lips around his cock.

“Such a slut” Steve sighs, “So fucking needy for cock, aren’t you?”

You nod around Eddie’s cock and the movement has Eddie burying his hands in your hair, rocking his hips sharply. You pull off Eddie, mouthing at his dick while gripping at Steve’s thigh, tugging him closer until you can sink your mouth onto his cock.

You moan as Billy thrusts up into you, alternating between sucking on Eddie’s and Steve’s cocks. Their hands buried in your hair, cupping your face, scratching down your back. Billy’s slipped one of his hands upwards, wrapping around your neck and you feel the tears slipping down your cheeks and as Billy presses his free hand down to your clit and you explode, white hot fire burning under your skin and your vision blacks out.

You come to yourself and Billy’s holding you tight against his chest, he’s still buried deep inside you but he’s still, waiting until you gather your wits.

“With us, sweet girl?” He murmurs, brushing soft kisses on your cheek and you whine.

“Fuck” You draw out the word and Billy thrusts up sharply, making you cry out.

Billy shoves you down onto the couch, making you whine. Eddie’s pulling you off the couch and onto his face, you’re grinding down on his face as he presses his tongue into your hole. You feel hands pressing at your back and you lean forward and there’s wet fingers pressing against your ass.

You’re rocking down, grinding on Eddie’s face and pressing up onto Billy’s fingers. Steve shuffles forward, kneeling over Eddie’s legs and feeding you his cock, you clumsily fist at Eddie’s cock .

It’s too much and you can barely stop yourself from collapsing, from sobbing and begging but then Billy’s pressing inside your ass and Eddie’s nipping at your clit and Steve is rocking deep in your throat and it’s overwhelming and you’re too sensitive and you’re shaking weakly as another orgasm tears through you.

Eddie laps at you as he spills in your hand, and a few rocks later Steve’s pulling out of your mouth and fisting his cock and spurting all over your face, you lick at what you can. Billy’s pulling out and you feel wet heat covering your back.

Your legs give out and Eddie’s guiding you to the ground, and you breathe hard, whining and whimpering.

“Still good, baby?” Steve asks and all you can do is whine.

“Done for tonight?” Eddie adds, ghosting his hand down your side and you scrunch your face.

“No-” You moan weakly, “Just need a minute”

Your answer makes them laugh and gently soothing you as you rest, slick and come drying on your skin, making you feel gross.

“And maybe a shower” You add.

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hellfire--cult · 10 months

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⚠️ +18 MDNI, Stripper!Eddie, shyness towards men, nervousness, self-esteem issues, fluff of some sort, self doubt, flirting, soft touches, skin on skin contact, kissing, kissing with tongue, pining, Stripper!Billy and Stripper!Steve at the end.

Plot: You thought you were cursed with your shyness, but after one embarrassing night, you decide it's time to change, and you believe someone might be able to help with that.

Summary: You get to know Eddie in a more intimate way, and he helps you with something you didn't think he would agree to. But friends always help eachother.

Listen to the kissing scene here, with AI Eddie.

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PART 4

You ran out of coffee. That’s the first thing you noticed this morning as you got up and wanted your shot of caffeine. The fact you would have to go out to go get a cup of coffee before starting your day at work, was already making you whine with exasperation.

You had a coffee machine at home because you always liked some nice, steamy, cup of coffee as soon as you woke up, but, you forgot to get it last time you went grocery shopping, swearing you had some, knowing you had some, so your best guess was that Robin snuck in and took it, forgetting to tell you.

You both have copies of your keys, because that’s the one lucky thing of having a friend in the same complex. If something seems out of the ordinary, or something happens at all, you could always go and check on eachother. It was safe, and you both liked feeling safe by one another.

But there were times where Robin would sneak in while you were out or something, or even sleeping, and she would get stuff she doesn’t have. You could go do that to her as well, but she probably used it all by now, so it was no use. You know Robin’s got a sweet stash at her home, so you always invade her property to steal some Reeses or some Musketeers.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing your Pikachu PJs and groaned, knowing you had to change out of the comfy clothes to get into restraining ones. You looked at the clock, 8:10. You had fifty minutes before you got into work, so you moved quickly to get dressed, with the new clothes you got during last week.

After that meeting with Eddie and his friends, you’ve been shopping during the week, sometimes with Robin, sometimes by yourself, and you actually quite liked picking up clothes that no one could judge in the changing room but you and you only. You’ve gotten blouses, tank tops, a lot of colors, skirts, even shorts you felt comfortable in.

But you also bought something you never thought you would buy. A black piece of lingerie. Seeing it against your body, made you feel powerful, there was the obvious insecurity at the back of your throat and your mind, trying to tell you that you would not use it, that you don’t need it, that you don’t even look like the mannequin where it was displayed.

But you still felt that power. And you wanted it. So you got it. As well as a black stiletto dress, some heels, some accessories. Yes, your credit card bill will be something next month, but it was the first time you shopped, pushing so many negative thoughts away, listening to your gut only.

So, right now, you put on some pair of jeans and a pink blouse over you, throwing on your white sneakers as well, since it was just a trip to the coffee shop that was two blocks away from your apartment complex. You grabbed your purse, threw your cell phone in there and off you went, walking into the morning sun and the soft summer breeze hitting your skin as you walked.

The days were getting hotter, and you were happy to have A/C in your apartment and mostly in your room, because that would have been agonizing. You could see people in suits walking to get the bus, or going straight to their workplace, and of course the old ladies that took their morning walks with their little dogs.

You reached the coffee shop, small, but it served coffee. You never came here, always opting to go to starbucks or another shop, because here, in this particular shop, there was always–

“Hello! What can I get for you?” Your eyes finally focused on the pair of green ones in front of you. A small knot appeared in your belly, as the nerves vacated in your throat, looking at the guy in front of you. He had black hair, and a bright smile on his face, the apron of the shop sitting on his waist.

You licked your lips as you felt your fingertips warming up, as well as your ears, looking up at the menu as your brain started working once more. You scanned your options and took a deep breath in, pushing yourself to look down towards the guy’s eyes once again.

“I would like a medium coffee, with half creamer in it please.” You respond to him, no shakiness in your voice, no stuttering, you didn’t even think of the words, or process anything, you just talked. And he was a handsome young man, probably beginning his 20’s, but his eyes were sharp green, yet, you didn’t feel like running away.

“Sure thing! To go?” Was his next question and you wanted to nod, because it didn’t require for you to speak really, but you still did, just to prove yourself, just to feel prouder and feel your chest gleam with victory.

“Yes, please.” You grabbed your purse and found your hands steady, a little bit of coldness at the tip of your fingers, but nothing like before. Nothing like you would have acted before. You grabbed your wallet and took out the money, and you looked at the bill in your hand and the counter. You raised your head up again, and put the money in front of you for him to take from your hand.

He smiled and grabbed the bill from the other end, and you felt yourself blush slightly as you saw he was about to give you change.

“Keep it.” It wasn’t much, but this had made your day insanely better, by a mile, and it didn’t even start yet. The sun was up, yes, but it was too early in the morning. The guy smiled at you again, giving you a nod.

“Thank you lovely.” Oh, a pet name. Your heart picked up a pace as you smiled back at him, and his back finally turned, letting you exhale a shaky breath out of your lips. Your stomach was knotting, but you kept your gaze up, hand on the counter as you waited for him to finish your coffee. There was a part of you that wanted to run away, but because you didn’t know what to take of that pet name. Eddie says them all the time, so it’s nothing special, right? It’s just a way of calling someone.

He turned around with your coffee in hand, and slid it over to you with a smile to his face, which you returned, despite feeling your neck burning from nervousness, and you grabbed your cup, putting the strap of your purse over your shoulder. You cleared your throat slightly and pushed your limits once again.

“Have a good day.” You say to him and he gives you a small chuckle and a nod.

“You too Miss!” And that was that. You turned around and walked out of the door, with a small ding as you opened it. You were wide eyed, a huge grin on your face as you walked, trying to keep your excitement inside. A month ago, you wouldn’t have done that, there was no way you would have done something like that! You looked at him, straight in the eye and even held a conversation! Tipped him!

You were panting heavily as you finally reached your complex, looking at the time on your phone as you headed to Robin’s apartment. You had 20 minutes before logging into work, and you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t contain it inside yourself. You fumbled with the keys on her lock, and rushed inside, pushing the door closed with your foot and dropping everything, the cup of coffee and your purse on Robin’s table.

You rushed towards her room, already hearing the intense snoring your friend has, and you opened her door to see her hugging her pillow, while drooling all over it, one leg over the comforter as she slept on her side. You bit your lip as you tiptoed to her right side, and then lightly shook her shoulder.

“Robin… Robs…” You tried waking her up and all you got was a soft snore and a grunt.

“5 more minutes and I’ll get ready mom…” You giggled under your breath and shook her harder.

“Robin, wake up, I have to tell you something!” You exclaimed a little louder this time, and that made her head prop up from her pillow, doing a slurping sound as she put her spit back in her mouth, her hair almost looking like a nest.

“What the fuck are you doing? Its–” She double tapped the phone on her nightstand and looked at the time through half lidded eyes. “Almost 9 AM! I work at 10 and I wake up ten minutes before logging in.” She grunted out to you and you were still smiling widely and shaking her shoulder.

“But I need to tell you something! Look what I got!” You rushed outside the room to go grab the forgotten cup of coffee and then rushed back towards Robin’s room to see her sitting up, rubbing her eyes while yawning. You showed her your cup and she just looked at you as if you were completely insane.

“You got… Coffee?” And her eyes slightly widened as she rubbed her eyes with her fingers, pinching them as frustration hit her. “I took the last of your coffee, shit, forgot to tell you.”

“Robin, no! I got it from the coffee shop two blocks down!” You tried again and she just looked at you with a confused look on her face.

“I don’t know why you woke me up for, but I do not appreciate it–”

“The barista was a guy!”

And Robin sat there, looking at you, blinking slowly as your news sank in. She knew about the guy at that coffee shop, she buys her coffee there, while you drive around to look for Female baristas, but now you bought coffee from the same place she does. It was a family business and the guy is the son of the owner.

“You bought coffee…”

“Yes.”

“From the barista, who is a man.”

“Yes, and I said thank you, tipped him, gave the money in his hand and even wished him a good day without driving my eyes away.” You puffed out your chest as you took a sip of your coffee which was now cold, making you wince in disgust.

Robin slowly started smiling widely at you and she plopped herself onto the bed again with a cheer, excitement blooming in her chest for you, because this now offered you possibilities, chances, and it opened so many doors for you, the possibility of thousands of paths you could take.

“Holy shit! GOD BLESS STRIPPERS!” She yelled out loud which made you choke on the coffee you were sipping, and then trying to shush her through your coughs.

“Robin, shut up!” You laughed as you placed your cup on her night table, sitting next to her as she just stared at the ceiling with a wild look on her face.

“This is huge! Like, now you can talk to strangers! Like, complete strangers without knowing their name! This is a big step!” She giggled as she looked up at you and you were smiling, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly because of how proud you felt of yourself.

“He even called me Lovely, and I didn’t flinch! I blushed of course, but I stood my ground.” You tell her, and she sat up, pinching your cheek tightly.

“I am so proud of you…” And you knew she meant it as you pushed her away from the assault on your cheek, rubbing it afterwards as you laughed at her, but Robin’s smile faded slightly as she looked down at her hands. “What about the other girls? When will you tell them that you’re doing this?” She asked and yes, you have been keeping this a secret therapy from the other girls in the group, but because you wanted to surprise them, and you also felt too much pressure on yourself if many people knew about this.

“When I get a date… I will tell them. I just feel like I have to make them proud if I do tell them, like I will force myself to move rapidly and not at my own pace.” You try to explain and gladly Robin understood, giving you a nod. Her smile returned but in the shape of a smirk as she scooted closer to you.

“You gonna tell Eddie?” You looked at her and you felt a burning happening on your ears, and you felt a cold sweat going from the bottom of your neck and running towards your chest. “You still going to his house after work?” Your eyes widened as you jumped up from the bed.

“WORK!” You rushed out of the bedroom, leaving a laughing Robin trying to catch her breath on her bed. Of course, she couldn’t go back to sleep from the excitement now, and the fact that you would be going to Eddie’s later on was making even more excited.

Because she wasn’t invited this time.

You fixed your half ponytail again as you stood in front of Eddie’s apartment door. You chose a different outfit now, jeans, wide leg this time, and a tight crop top white T-shirt, that covers your belly button of course. You had some bunky white sneakers on your feet, and you had done some eyeliner, mascara, and covered a few marks on your face that were here and there.

The butterflies in your stomach were going wild as you waited for him, hearing the thumping coming closer to the door. Fridays were Eddie’s day off, so it would be just the two of you in his apartment. You doubted on saying yes to this when he invited you over, but you two were friends, it was something normal to do. So why are you still nervous?

The door opened and you looked up to see Eddie smiling down at you and his eyes widened slightly as he looked at you.

“All this for me?” He motioned towards your outfit and you couldn’t help the small smile that came up to your lips as well as a blush spreading on your cheeks, not expecting his praise. He opened his arms for you, raising his eyebrow up, hiding behind his fringe, his hair in a high bun, with some strands falling on his face.

You saw the black shirt, tightening on his chest and biceps as he opened his arms. The guitar pick hanging from his neck, and the black ripped pants on his legs, followed by some combat black boots. You rocked a bit on your heels as you got closer to him, feeling your stomach slowly rising to your throat. He was smirking as he wrapped his arms around you, not too tight, but it was enough to invade you with warmth, and his cologne penetrated your nostrils, making you feel slightly dizzy.

You gulped heavily as you slowly placed your cheek on his chest, feeling the warmth on your skin growing hotter, stiffening all over as his arms pressed onto your shoulders to pull you closer.

“Your arms around me, return my amazing warm hug.” He joked, but he was actually quite nervous about this. He had told you in the last video call that he would like to greet you properly with a hug, and you agreed, after catching your breath a few times, but you did. He felt his heart beat slightly faster as your perfume invaded his sense of smell, noting the sweetness of it, but also the powerful punch to it.

You raised your arms, feeling them tremble slightly, slowly putting your hands against his waist, almost a brush, not putting pressure on your grip and Eddie shook his head, you could feel over yours, which was making your blush deepen even more as the butterflies in your belly were creating hurricanes and tornadoes from how wild they were flying.

“Your arms, not just your hands. Wrap your arms around me Sweetheart.” You closed your eyes at the vibration on his chest as he talked, taking another deep breath in, guiding your hands towards his back to finally wrap your arms around his waist. He chuckled and finally squished you into him, making you choke up at the sudden gesture, your chest pressing against his harshly, knocking the air out of your lungs.

“Eddie, what the fuck–” You choked out with a weak voice and he finally pulled away, laughing at your reaction as you took many deep breaths to get your lungs to decompress again.

“That’s a guy friend hug for you. Come on, I’ll prepare us some nice drinks, and guess what!” He said excitedly as you walked into his apartment, the blush still spread on your cheeks as you held your chest.

“What?” He pointed towards the coffee table in front of the couch, and there you saw the bowl of Nachos and different smaller bowls that contained salsas and dip sauces. Your face lit up as you rushed towards to sit on the couch, grabbing onto one chip and dipping it into the Guacamole he prepared, taking it with one big bite. If there was something you really loved, it was Guacamole, because it was fresh, yet rich in flavor. It was perfect.

Eddie was biting his bottom lip as he saw your eyes close in delight and he almost choked on his saliva as a soft moan vibrated on your throat. He wasn’t ready for that. He really was not prepared for that sound. It caught him completely by surprise and now it was something he won’t be able to erase from his head anytime soon.

“Good?” He asked and you opened your eyes to smile at him, still chewing on the chip, nodding your head excitedly. He chuckles at your response, happy with it, and heads over to grab some beers from the fridge, taking off the caps with a bottle opener that is magnetized to the fridge itself. He returned to you, sitting right beside you as he handed the bottle to you.

“Oh!” You hurriedly swallowed your chip as you raised the bottle to cheer. “I will cheer because today I was able to buy coffee from a shop that has a working… male barista.” You say proudly with a smile on your face and Eddie’s turns into shock, mouth falling agape at you.

“Seriously?” He asked and you smiled at him, nodding excitedly, repeating the same steps you did as when you told Robin about it. He was amazed by you, really, slowly becoming confident, in the way you talk, dress, and most importantly, you are confident in being yourself. You don’t change your way of speaking, or your topics, or what you like just to fit in. This is what mattered the most. “Well, fuck sweetheart, congratulations to that!”

You both cheered with a clink of your bottles and instantly started to dig away onto the chips. Eddie was mesmerized at how you could work from home, because it would allow you to do many things whenever you have a few minutes to spare, and he was right. You often cleaned the house, or played on your Switch.

“Please tell me you play Mario Kart.” He said and you smirked at his words, finding out that he too owns a switch. So that was quickly plugged in, and the matches began, one after the other, Eddie choosing Mario, while you chose Peach.

You won every game.

“This is rigged. It’s absolutely rigged.” He exclaims, putting his controller on the table with a loud thud as he sipped on his beer with an angry frown on his face, while you wore a wide smile on yours, putting the controller on the coffee table too.

“I am just better than you in this.” You say cockily, catching him by surprise but it was indeed something you are confident in, so he will accept you being a brat for now. He sighed, shaking his head.

“I beat my brother every time, and he is like a major video game nerd. Always gets mad that this is something he can’t beat me at.” He laughs as he slumps back against the couch and you stare at him, deciding to take off your shoes, to be able to sit and turn to look at him, propping your feet up on the couch, right under you, almost in a kneeling position.

“You mentioned your brother before, also a Lord of the Rings fan.” You say to him and he chuckles, looking at you with a smile to his face. He made an ‘oh’ sound and moved slightly towards you to be able to pull the phone out of his back pocket.

“A little shit I tell you.” He opened the gallery on his phone and went to look for the photos of last christmas. He found one and smiled as he looked at it, handing the phone to you.

You almost snorted your beer out of your nose as you held Eddie’s phone. Eddie was wearing the ugliest christmas sweater you had ever seen, in the color of greens and reds, reindeers all over it, while the guy next to him, with curly hair as well, but did not share any of Eddie’s facial features, wore a Rudolph sweater, and the nose was lit up.

“Well, these are… some nice sweaters!” You choke out, and he took the phone back, laughing from your reaction as he put his phone onto the table again.

“Yeah, his mom bought them for us.” He replied and that caught your attention. His mom. Not their mom. He noticed how you tilted your head at the word and he straightened up, looking at you. “My parents have been gone since I was 10. My uncle Wayne took me in, and it was just the two of us, living in a small trailer in Hawkins. Poor man had to sleep on a pull out bed in the living room so I could have my own room.” He said with a soft chuckle as he looked at his rings, playing with them as a bit of nerves filled his voice.

Talking about his past was not something he ever liked doing, but in order to strengthen his relationship with you, he knew that this conversation was coming at some point. He was glad he had alcohol to do it, even if the story of his life didn’t end as tragically as he thought it would.

“Bet he took good care of you.” You comment and Eddie simply nodded at that, a small smile appearing in his lips.

“Yeah, I was a son of a bitch though. In order for some bills to be paid, I sold drugs at school, you know just your friendly metal head weed dealer.” You looked down at that, not because of disappointment of him, but to know that he had it that rough in his teenage years was making your chest feel some kind of pressure that you were not enjoying.

“Sometimes people have to do things in order to survive.” You said this time and he smiled, taking your soft gesture at not making a big deal out of his past. He looked up at you with a smile to his face now, almost excitedly.

“But, when I was at a gig, playing with my band, I invited my Uncle and he showed up with a lady friend called Claudia. After that, they started dating, and I met my step brother, Dustin.” He positioned himself to begin talking with his hands from the excitement he was feeling and you were mesmerized by how entranced you were with him. “I mean, he is a nerd! Like me! Star Wars, Lord of the rings, Star Trek, Lost, The Walking Dead… We became inseparable just like that.”

You were smiling as you listened to him, he just seemed so happy about his family, about the person he is now, how despite it all he is still himself, not letting his circumstances change him or what he likes.

“You were in a band?” You asked him and he nodded at you, a small glint of sadness shining in his eyes for a second.

“Yeah, as you can see, I play guitar.” He said to you and motioned to one corner, where one electric guitar stood, a red one, and then next to it was an acoustic one. You nodded with an ‘oh’. “Apart from your job, what do you do?” You turned to him and frowned slightly as you thought about that.

You didn’t really have any hobbies, you just like to read, watch movies, play on your Switch every now and then, maybe baking sometimes when you feel inspired to do so, and now you feel a certain sense of embarrassment washing you over because of how boring you actually are. Think you are. You gazed down at your beer and fumbled with it with your fingers, clearing your throat.

“I– Uh… Don’t really do anything. I was as interesting as a slug, you know. Trying to just lay low, never really took an interest in anything.” Well that was depressing. Letting those words come out of your mouth, realizing that the person in front of you had a very exciting life, was slowly making you feel like curling into a ball and just staying there. Your brain was starting to work, and it began whispering things you didn’t want to hear, not with him.

‘You’re so boring, you should go.’

‘Why is he even friends with someone like you?’

“It’s okay to not have any interests. Better than having forced ones put on you.” You hear Eddie say as you look up to see him shooting a caring smile at you, your mind simply shutting off as you stared at him. “Steve for example, he was pushed to be captain of the Basketball team, Swimming Team, Soccer team… All because his parents wanted him to be the little star.” Eddie scoffed at that, shaking his head as he looked towards the living room.

“Really? And he didn’t want to do that?” You ask and Eddie simply laughs and shakes his head.

“Fuck no. Steve, believe it or not, fucking loves cooking. That guy can cook us a five star meal, out of thin air. He can make chicken nuggets taste like they were done by Gordon Ramsey himself.” You giggle at that, feeling your nerves slowly leaving your body as he talks to you.

“I have to try that, see if what you’re saying is true.” He laughs at that, and nods, taking a chip, dipping it into the Sour Cream and crunching on it.

“Yeah, ‘nd Billy? Billy was an asshole to Steve and I in high school. Also pushed over by his father to be the best of the school. Worse than Steve.” His expression turned sour at that, his smile falling as he looked at his beer. “When Steve and I found him on the street, with a concussion in his head… I think that’s when we decided we would take Billy with us, out of Hawkins.”

You were stunned to hear the story of these three men you met no more than a month ago, in the weirdest circumstance of all. You saw them almost naked, thinking that those three men would just be the snarkiest, or most flirtatious people you would ever meet, but there is always more under the skin, under the flesh, under any layer they had created to prevent from being hurt again.

“And… How did you… get the jobs you have now?” You asked him and he turned to you with a playful smile on his face.

“The first time we stepped on Indianapolis we got drunk, and went straight to a strip club, a female strip club. We were amazed by the amount of money they were getting on their thongs, like, I’m talking about thousands! We just looked at eachother and wondered if we had the power to do something like that… Turns out, we did.” He took a sip of his beer and got up to go fetch two new bottles as you put your empty one on the coffee table, taking hold of a chip.

“So, it’s not like a job you regret having.” You say to him and you hear him chuckle as two caps clinked onto the counter. He walked back towards you, handing you your third bottle of the night as he sat back next to you.

“Nah. It’s still work, and it pays really well, and you can also meet the strangest, yet greatest of people there too.” He says clinking his bottle on yours and you feel a blush coming up to your cheeks at that, smiling softly at him. His eyes were fixed on you, as you smiled and took a sip out of your bottle.

You are peeling your layers, one by one, slowly but surely becoming the person you probably always wanted to be, letting yourself be happy, and this goes beyond the talking to men thing. This was you finally having some confidence in yourself. Believing that you dressed nice, that you did your make up right, that you did your hair with confidence and you felt pretty in all of it.

Eddie was sure he was watching a butterfly coming out of their cocoon.

He cleared his throat and your eyes focused on him again as he shook his head to drive his attention away from you, just for a second. You tilted your head as you waited for him to talk, and after an ‘ah’ from his part, which made you giggle, he continued.

“So, let’s tackle the next scenario… What do you do on a date?” He asks you and you immediately straighten up, noticing the slight happy dizziness the alcohol was doing in your brain but you were still very much conscious, but your blood flow was betraying you, making you blush all over.

“W-What do you mean?” You ask, actually wanting him to be more specific, and he maneuvered his body to sit while facing you, just like you were doing with him.

“Well, what do you talk about? Do you know how to make a move?” You were supposed to make moves yourself? You slowly shook your head at him and he sighed at you. “Well, for example, on a date, you talk about very superficial stuff. Work, movies, food, music. That’s really the basic stuff.” You were mentally taking notes of that with a nod to your head.

“So, no talks about… politics, family, religion?” You ask him and he laughs at you, his dimples dipping into his cheeks and you felt the burning on your ears again as you saw his smile while he shook his head.

“No. And nothing deep either… A little bit of what we just did now, but less intimate. I ask about your workplace, you ask about mine. You ask about my hobbies, I ask about yours. Keep it simple and short, maybe throw a little funny story here and there about stuff.” You raised your eyebrow at that, confused by what he might mean.

“A funny story?” You ask him and he nods at you.

“Like, for example, when I asked you about your friends and you told me about Robin and the Raccoon, which it’s still very funny to imagine it till this day.” He says with a chuckle and you follow him with a giggle, catching onto what he was saying.

“Got it, funny works.” He nods at that, and you feel him getting closer to you.

“Alright, now… Normally, on dates, the men do not make any physical moves to show interest. That’s the lady’s job. If we are already engaging in a conversation with you, we are already interested, we are as simple as that… But a woman, you have to let us know you are interested, and that is all done with body language.” He finished and you were just blinking, almost wide eyed as he stared right back at you.

“B-Body language?” You ask him and he immediately laughs at your reaction, shaking his head.

“I’m not talking about pouncing on the guy. Look, I’m gonna touch you, okay?” He says this time and that for some reason sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt uncomfortable so you moved your legs a bit as he scooted closer. “Okay, so, one common move is laughing and placing your hand on the bicep.”

“Oh, I’ve seen that in a movie! Wait, that actually works?” You ask tilting your head slightly and he smiles at you, nodding his head.

“Like a charm. You just–” He made a funny laugh, sort of a Santa Claus one, making you laugh as well as he moved back and then forward again, putting his hand on your left bicep, running his fingers down for just one second and pulling back again. You felt the area where he touched grow hot, and you bit your bottom lip at how easy he was making this look. “You touch for a second, do not linger more than that, because that would be too obvious, or too desperate.”

“Oh? I mean, isn’t the whole idea of it for guys to know that I am interested though?” You asked and he nodded slightly to then shake his head afterwards.

“Yes and no. It’s confusing, but we do like a little bit of a chase. If we get it too easily, our interest kind of… fades away.” You grimaced at his words, showing him a look of slight disgust.

“And you guys say we are the complicated ones.” You say, taking a sip of your beer and he widens his eyes, looking at you, putting his arm along the backrest of the couch, towards you.

“Hey, we are very simple! In many, many aspects, sweetheart.” You were still facing him, biting onto the inside of your left cheek, trying to hide the smirk as you squinted at him.

“Like what? Throwing big rocks into a lake and rate the splash?” You ask as your left hand starts to slowly creep up on the back rest, without him noticing, a laugh vibrating in his throat at your words.

“Exactly, we just like a little bit of a struggle, that’s all. It makes the tension grow between you and your date.” He explained and your fingers found their way onto his right forearm which were still resting onto the backrest towards you. You hummed at that, taking a sip of your beer.

“But, wouldn’t you risk losing the date? What if you take too long and don’t give in in time?” You ask him as your fingers start to trace onto his bat tattoo, still looking at him. Your heart was beating with excitement as you saw him shiver slightly but was still not realizing you were touching him at all.

“We always give in, it’s at the third move that–'' He shivered again and his eyebrows knitted together as he felt the tingling sensation on his forearm. He looked at it and saw you passing your nails on his tattoos, and his belly twisted, simply and aggressively twisted. His intestines were knotting with each other and he was sure his brain short circuited. You were touching him. You were deliberately touching him, flirting with confidence, and you made sure he didn’t notice.

How long have you been touching him like that? And why does it feel so good when it’s just your nails brushing against his skin, tracing the drawings that were inked on him, and you weren’t even batting an eye at that. He slowly turned to look at you, and that’s when he saw your amused face, biting on your tongue as you smiled at him. A laugh started coming up on his throat, as his nerves flew away from his fingers.

“Shit, that was smooth Princess.” And to his dismay, you put your hand away, taking a sip of your beer. He was still staring at your movements, completely entranced. He was feeling his heart about to burst and he looked down at his beer, deciding this would be the last one for the night. Yep. It would be the last one.

“Thank you, I saw it on Friends.” You say with a wiggle of your eyebrows and he finally let out a cackle, amazed that you tried on a move from a tv show on him, and that it actually worked. He was slightly flustered and maybe that had to do with the alcohol in his system as well.

Your laughing slowly faded away as you looked down at your beer. The dread of the possibilities of what would happen after a move being made could trigger. Possibilities you weren’t sure if you’ve done right. Things you don’t know if you ever did, and what if it were done to you?

“Okay, what’s going on in that head of yours now?” Eddie asks, slightly worried at the change of expressions you just had. Were you regretting something? Maybe touching him?

“What if it goes well?” Was your simple question. Eddie blinked at that, not fully understanding what you were asking.

“What if… what goes well?”

“I-I mean, what if– What if the date goes well? What if–” You were a blushing mess, almost sweating as you tried to word your thoughts out without sounding like a child, without sounding pathetic, looking everywhere but his face. But Eddie’s eyes softened, looking at you, seeing you stammer in your words, trying to let them out of your mouth with no luck, but he knew exactly what you wanted to ask.

“You mean if he kisses you?” Your breath caught in your throat at that and you hid your face into your hands in shame. You’ve kissed before, but was it ever good? Was it enjoyable? Did you do it right? Did they do it right? You knew you didn’t put much effort into them because you just weren’t attracted to the people you’ve kissed, you just wanted the experience to be over with, just like your virginity.

But kissing someone attractive, you’ve never done that.

“Yeah… I mean– I can do it but… I don’t know if I did it right…” You said almost in a whisper, ashamed of your words, of being 25 years old and still worry about your kissing skills. Voicing your worries to a man that’s done more kissing than you did in your whole life, much more, way more. Eddie frowned at your words, and shifted on his seat, raising his hand up to put it under your chin for you to look at him. You slowly locked eyes with his and the feel of his hand on your skin, just made your butterflies flutter all inside of your belly, your head getting lighter at the touch. He smiled gently at you, pulling his hand away.

“Sweets, one thing you have to understand is… Attractive people don’t have superpowers.” He says to you and you frowned at that in confusion, tilting your head to the side while looking at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, just because a person is hot, doesn’t mean they are experts at everything. You can find hot people that are lousy kissers, bad at flirting, horrible at sex, like, finish in two seconds and that’s that. Hot people that are assholes, like certified with a capital A… Just because you find someone attractive, doesn’t mean they have more experience than you, in any way.”

You drank in his words, processing them in your head. You never thought of it like that, not ever. You just thought that people that are attractive have more chances of experiences, and that leads them to have some practice. Eddie was looking at how you were absorbing that information, and he noticed how your shoulders lost their tension, slumping down a bit on your body.

He was feeling the buzz of the beer as he took a sip from it and put it on the coffee table, a warmth expanding on his body as he scooted just one jump closer to you, which made you look at him again.

“I’ll tell you a secret, and you won’t tell them I told you okay?” He starts and you nod slowly at that, straightening up once again to listen to him. He smiled at you and continued. “So, you saw Steve. Fucking handsome right? With that hair, the freckles, fucking lady killer.”

“Y-Yeah.” You nodded slightly at that, feeling the anxiety of admitting Steve was hot not as painful as it once would have been.

“Yeah, he couldn’t kiss for shit.” Eddie says with a smile and your eyes widened at that, not believing what he was saying. A man like Steve? Not knowing how to kiss?! “You’re looking at me like I’m lying, but I swear I’m not. When we first started working at the club, and Steve kissed clients, they would complain to Joyce that he was too sloppy, too much saliva.”

“Oh god…” You giggle as you take a sip from your beer, wincing in disgust at the thought of a kiss with overloading saliva. Eddie laughed at that, nodding.

“Yep… He was so bummed out because he wanted to be one of the favorites and he knew that if he didn’t kiss he wasn’t going to get it. So… Billy helped.” You spat your drink away from Eddie at that and he started laughing hysterically at your reaction. Your eyes were almost bulging out of your sockets as you listened to that.

“Are you joking!?” He shakes his head at you, still laughing, his shoulders shaking up and down at the motion.

“Fuck no. Imagine my fucking shock when I came in here and I found them making out on the kitchen. It was traumatizing.” He says and your eyes were still like plates as you stared at him. “They aren’t dating if that’s what you are going yo ask, Steve is bisexual but Billy is straight. He just wanted to help Steve.” You blinked rapidly at that, and gave one nod, frowning at that. Friends helped eachother like that?

“So, that makes Billy a good kisser then.” You say and Eddie nods with a shrug.

“That must be, BUT, Billy was very forceful when handling the clients. Pulling their chairs, or turning them, or grabbing their shoulders. He really didn't know how to treat them.” He says and you tilted your head with a surprised ‘oh’ on your lips. Now what Eddie was saying about everyone, despite how they looked, had flaws was making more sense to you.

“So, Steve taught him to be gentle?” You asked and Eddie smirked, shaking his head and pointing at himself.

“Nope. That would be me. I taught him how to pull a chair with force but not a violent one, or how to grab a chin or a shoulder without digging his digits into the skin.” He explains and you were just staring at him, nodding at every word he was saying. You licked your lips as the nerves started forming a lump in your throat, looking down at your bottle of beer which was half empty by now.

“So, that would make you… Flawless?” You try to giggle and Eddie couldn’t help but feel his chest warm at your slight praise, but he was far from what you just said. He shook his head and smiled at you.

“Hell no… I couldn’t dance for shit.” He says to you and you raise your head up in complete surprise. “I didn’t know how to move my hips like Channing Tatum does, and Steve was the one to help with that. You might have noticed that night that out of the three of us, Steve is the one that moves the most.” You shook your head nervously at that, looking at the empty bowl of chips on the coffee table.

“That night is still kinda hazy, but I remember one thing or two.” You were sure you were a deep red now, remembering Steve on his knees as he prayed to Nancy, Billy’s hip grinding against Barb, and Eddie’s kiss and fingers down someone’s throat.

“So, yeah, we all have flaws, and we all have experience and inexperience.” He finishes saying, looking up at the ceiling, not noticing how you put the beer on the table, sitting up straight now, not facing him, your feet back on the floor as you fumbled with your hands on your knees.

The knots in your belly now turned into painful vines, full of thorns as your body burned in anticipation. You knew this would cross a line, you knew this was a big step, and you knew this was not right, and for some reason, you knew this would be a mistake.

But, there is also a part of you that knows you want this. And that part is winning over all of the other things that were stopping you.

“S-So… You guys helped each other.” You began talking and he shrugged, still looking up at the ceiling as he rested against the backrest of the couch.

“Yeah, cause we’re friends. It’s what friends do, have each other's back.” You nodded at that, slowly as you gulped down the lump that was forming in your throat and your feet turned cold.

“Friends…” You were almost breathing heavily, your nails digging onto your knees as your heart started beating into your ears, hearing every thump of it as it rapidly made your blood flow to every inch of your body. “A-And… We’re friends… right?”

Eddie’s eyes almost came out of his skull because of how wide he just stared at the ceiling. Were you actually asking him what he thought you were asking? Nah, it couldn’t be possible. It wasn’t real, right? He slowly looked down and you were already looking at him, jumping slightly as he locked eyes with you, making you flinch your gaze away in embarrassment.

He was still trying to understand that what you were asking was real. You wanted his help, but he was fighting with himself because he didn’t want you to think he was taking advantage of you for trusting him. He really didn’t want you to think that. But if you were the one asking…

“Sweets, are you asking me what I think you are asking me?” He asks, and he wants verbal confirmation, even if it takes you an eternity to say it, he will wait. His chest was hurting from how fast his heart was beating into it, and he wanted to punch it to make it calm down. You were a friend asking for help, he has to get a hold of himself.

“I-It’s stupid, don’t worry, f-forget what I just said!” Your mind was telling you to run away. You crossed the line, you fucked it up. Why would he want to kiss you anyways? You weren’t anything special, just a friend, and he kissed beautiful women almost every night. You were inexperienced, and you would probably fuck it up, completely and he would laugh at you, or what if he winces in disgust at you? What if–

“Darling, darling, darling… Calm down.” You felt his hand on your knee and your eyes looked down to your lap, not realizing that your legs had been jumping up and down uncontrollably. Your breathing was slightly heavy as you shook your head still looking down.

“I-I shouldn’t have– I mean– We’re-We’re friends–” And Eddie wasn’t going to let you belittle yourself. He knew what was coming next, so he stopped your rambling with just his voice.

“Honey, I would be honored to help you with this.”

Your body froze all of its movements. Your legs, your quivering lips, the digging of your nails on your jeans, and even your heart steadied itself, almost non beating. His hand was still on your knee and you saw him pulling it back to himself as he waited for you to reincorporate yourself.

Did he say honored? Why would he be honored? You have to stop thinking, you have to stop. You need to push the thoughts away, he said he will help you, it’s just that. Help. It doesn’t mean anything else, but a friend helping another friend. Nothing more. It’s nothing more.

You slowly turned your head to face him and he was wearing a soft encouraging smile as he looked at you. He wasn’t going to show his nervousness, and he didn’t even know what he was nervous about. He has kissed plenty of women in his lifetime, but you, for some reason, were making his knees tremble slightly, as well as feeling like bending over from the constant knot in his stomach.

“You okay?” He asked you and you were still looking at him, face red as you tried to mumble out words.

“Y-You’re sure you want to… kiss me?” You asked him and his eyebrows turned into a frown at your question. He knew there was more to it than simply asking him if he wanted to kiss a friend to help her. He knew there was something deeper behind those words, something darker.

“Darling, you’re fucking beautiful, I’d be more than honored to kiss you.” He said with a fist pump in the air to try to ease up the tense situation and it seems it worked, because you let out a soft huff, almost a giggle, and he saw your fingers no longer digging on your jeans. He took a deep breath in and positioned himself, sitting next to you, but facing you, crossed legs under him. “Okay, I need you to, first, let yourself go.”

He put his arms out and started shimming all over, just moving all his arms and body erratically as if trying to get a bug away from him. You laughed at his movements and sat in the same position, facing him and shaking yourself to lose the tension on your body, making him laugh at you, scanning you all over for a second as you joined him in the laughter.

This moment right here between you two, was too easy, too natural, and it felt as if it were right, and it had always been destiny that you two should meet. He was enjoying this moment with you, finally something different in his daily life. His calls with you, whenever you show him a new piece of clothing you got for yourself, and it wasn’t only with him.

Steve and Robin talked privately too, but it was as if they were soulmates, long lost souls that should have been together a long time ago. Platonically. He wondered if that was the same with you. If your relationship was platonic of some sort, only focused on it being friendship… And there’s another part of him that wished it wasn’t that.

“Right so… I’m going to start slow, okay? So first things first.” He grabbed your hand gently, pulling it up towards his lips to finally press them against your knuckles. You took a sharp intake of breath at that, feeling him against your skin in this way was something you were not really prepared for. You shivered at his touch, and you felt your belly just yearning for more, your mind no longer wanting to run away. He lingered his lips there, looking at your reaction until you met his eyes again and you took a deep breath in with a nod.

Eddie now knew you were okay with his touch, putting your hand down once again. He licked his lips in anticipation as he looked into your eyes who were looking at him with expectation, waiting for his next move. He raised his hand up towards your right cheek and leaned forward. Your breath completely stopped as you felt your stomach just contract on itself, shutting your eyes tightly and bracing for what he was going to do, until you felt his lips press gently onto your left cheek.

It was burning your skin almost.

“No need to act so pained about it.” He let out a nervous chuckle out of his lips as he saw your scrunched up face. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you again, and dropping his hand down from your face. “Okay, now, I want you to reciprocate that. Kiss my cheek, I’ll close my eyes so you can be comfortable.”

When Eddie closed his eyes, you couldn’t help but stare at him. He just looked way too beautiful, untouchable almost, tingles going from the bottom of your neck to the tip of your fingers. Your heart was painfully beating into your chest cavity as you slowly leaned in, keeping your eyes open just to not miss the spot on his left cheek. You had to press your hands on his knees to keep yourself stable as your lips inched closer to his skin.

You held your breath in as you finally pressed your flesh with his, yours soft, plump against a warm cheek that was tinting itself in a pink hue. You let the air leave your lung as you rapidly sat back in place, taking your hands away from his knees. He gulped heavily as he composed himself, opening his eyes to look at you.

Your eyes were on your lap as you fumbled with your fingers, and he wanted to laugh, almost giggling he could say at how red you were looking. But he wasn’t going to do that, because you were doing good, great even, but now comes the difficult part, one of the few.

“That was soft sweetheart, thank you.” You almost whined at the praise but because you just felt getting redder and redder from embarrassment and adrenaline. You slowly looked up at him, and you suddenly saw the hint of nervousness cross his features, making your eyebrows twitch in confusion. “Um… Now, I will give you a peck on the lips. You can close your eyes this time, and then I want you to give one back to me, that okay?”

Oh, your breathing quickened at that. You clenched your fists tightly, closing your eyes as you nodded at him, barely, but he could figure it out. He raised a hand up, and he noticed the particular shakiness at the tip of his fingers, frowning at them because he never twitched. He never trembled. He never got nervous. He held onto your left cheek and you jumped slightly at the touch, not expecting it and you tightened your lips together. He chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Don’t tighten your lips. Relax angel, it’s just me.” He softly says and the way his voice sounds on your ears, make you actually slump a little bit, relax your muscles as well as your lips. He looked down at them, feeling his breathing quicken its pace, but he held those breaths in, trying to not show how he was feeling to you, which he didn’t even know what feelings he was feeling himself.

He leaned down, pulling your face towards him, slowly and agonizingly. You wanted to open your eyes to see how far he was from you, as your belly just screamed at you to lean closer, but you stayed put. Waiting, and after what felt like ages, in the darkness behind your eyelids, you finally felt his lips connect with yours. A sharp intake of breath was taken on your part due to the shock, and also because of how surprisingly soft he was being. A soft subtle moan vibrated in your throat at the touch and he had to contain the urge to move his lips on yours, wanting to devour you. Your hands itched with the need of grabbing onto him, and it was shocking you because you never felt this. You never felt the need for more.

Because that’s all you could think about now. More. You wanted more.

He pulled away from you, the peck being only for one or two seconds but to the two of you seemed like minutes. He opened his eyes at the same time you opened yours and he swears that he felt an electric shock run down his body as his pupils connected with yours. Your breaths were mixing with one another, because Eddie was still in your space, noses almost touching.

He pulled away from you, causing you to exhale a deep sigh you didn’t know you were holding in, and he dropped his hand from your cheek. He ignored the lingering burning sensation that was left on his palm as he gazed at you once again, a soft smile spreading on his lips.

“You okay?” He asked you and you could only nod. He chuckled at your reaction and scooted closer, now knees touching. “Alright, your turn.”

Fuck, that made all of your consciousness return to you in one big slap. It was your turn to kiss him. But you could do it right? It was just a peck, just a quick peck. You could do that, it was something fast, just like he did to you. You couldn’t feel your fingers as you raised your hand up to cup his left cheek. You scrunched your eyes closed and leaned in, quick, pulling him as well, but you felt him fight against your grip and you opened your eyes to see him squinting at you.

“What–”

“Slower. If you come at me that fast you are gonna knock our teeth out Angel. Just go slow, no need to be quick.” And there was a part of him that just said that to be able to be in this moment for a little longer. You felt embarrassed at his scolding and you wanted to pull away, feeling completely pathetic and childish for your actions. You took a deep breath in again as you continued to lean in, but this time slower, pulling him towards you in the same manner, gentler and he was content with that.

You closed your eyes when your lips brushed his, and he kept them open just before you pressed your lips to his to look at your face. You weren’t scrunching your eyebrows, or grimacing in pain or discomfort, so he knew you were okay right now. He closed his eyes after a second and you just wanted to stay there. Your lips on his, as your palm rested on his cheek, your nails wanting to dig in his flesh to pull him even closer.

You didn’t know if this would feel like this with every man you would kiss later on, you hoped it did. You hoped this wasn’t just happening with Eddie, because he is just a friend. That’s all he was. A friend helping another friend.

You pulled away after another second, dropping your hand from his face and this time you didn’t gaze towards your lap again. You kept staring at his face, waiting for his eyes to open, your chest now burning for the next move.

His brown eyes connected with yours again, and he smiled reassuringly at you, as if telling you that you were doing good, that everything was fine, and that you were safe with him at this very moment. You took a deep breath in, giving him a small smile in return, feeling your cheeks aching thanks to the amount of blood that is pooled there.

“Alright… Next is the tricky part. I’m going to move my lips against yours this time. When I kiss your top lip, you kiss my bottom lip, and then the other way around.” You know how kissing works, you’re not an idiot. You have done it before just the way he describes it, but the question always lingered if you were any good at it. If you were too pushy, or too soft, or too slow, or too quick.

You took a deep breath in to brace yourself, and exhaled, giving him a nod for him to continue. Now, Eddie was almost sweating. He didn’t want to feel that way towards you, but he was still a man, and you were beautiful. A very beautiful woman. So of course his body will react, he just has to remind himself that you are just a friend and that you need help.

And he is just helping.

He raised both of his hands up this time and your eyes almost went wide when he cupped your face in between them, getting a sense of feeling trapped but in a good way. The coldness of his rings and the warmth of his palms filled you with a sense of peace. You felt safe. You started hearing a buzz in your ears, knowing it was the intense flow of blood that was going all over your body, as the anxiety in your stomach was almost ripping its way out, wanting to break your skin, or wanting to crawl up into your throat.

“Lean in with me sweetheart.” He commanded and your eyes were burning, your hands moving towards his knees again, trembling fingers finding the skin in the rips of them, your breathing hitching as you both moved towards one another, his fingers softly getting in between your hair, palms on your cheeks still and you closed your eyes.

He took a gulp, closing his eyes right after you, feeling your nails digging into the skin of his knees, softly scratching at him, almost desperately and he didn’t know if you were eager or nervous, but you were leaning in, and that was a good enough sign for him to press his lips against yours again, this time, with more pressure than before.

Your heart soared, beating wildly but not because of complete nervousness or because you wanted to run away from it, but because you were content. Content because you weren’t sweating out of a panic, content because you didn’t feel like fainting, content because the dizziness you were feeling was because of the rush, the adrenaline, the excitement of it all.

His lips finally moved on yours, and you let your instincts kiss him back, following his lead. He was being gentle, slow, lips between lips and the smacking of them being heard all over the apartment. Your fingers were gripping on his knees as if your life depended on it, to keep you grounded to earth. There was a part of your brain that was telling you that friends shouldn’t do this, that friends do not kiss each other, not even for practice.

But maybe those thoughts were wrong, because here you were, and Eddie’s self control was slipping. He wanted to move to the next step, but he wanted to properly warn you, he really wanted to, but with the way you were touching him, and the way you were tenderly moving your lips with his, was slowly but surely making him lose his composure of being a good friend.

He had to be quick then, because you seemed into it, and if you stopped you might become nervous again and it will take more time for you to prepare yourself. He kept moving his lips on yours, your heads moving from side to side and you felt like you were being kissed like they do in the movies. Romantical and gentle. But something was slowly snapping inside of you, something that was clawing its way back in your throat.

More. You wanted more.

He pulled away but his hands were kept in place, his lips remained over yours as the heavy breathing of each other mixed in between you both. You opened your eyes to meet his, and he saw the hazy look in your eyes, the same look he must be having right now, and you might not even know how you are looking at him, but he knows how he is looking at you. And it was different, different than before. Way different.

“I’m gonna go further now, stop me if you’re uncomfortable.” Before you could even formulate any sentence, think of anything at all, his lips crashed against yours, this time, more forcefully than before, and it shot another feeling inside of you. It was something you didn’t experience before, something that made you magnetized to him, and you cannot pinpoint what name to give it.

You moved your lips against his, following his movements, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip, gently, asking for entrance. This was the part where your inexperience might show, and you didn’t want to disappoint him, not when he was making you feel like this, not when he was the first person to kiss you like this.

You felt him rub your right cheek gently with his thumb, trying to soothe you down, telling you that you can still stop him. But you wanted anything but that. So despite your guts trying to make you bend over in pain, despite your brain throwing red signs all over to make you run away, and despite your heart beating so fast you were sure he would be able to hear it, you slowly opened your mouth, letting him in.

And he was so grateful for it.

His tongue slowly sneaked in between your lips, meeting with your nervous tongue. He moved, gentle and slow, small swirls which you danced with him harmoniously. He let out a huff of breath through his nose, trying to swallow a grunt because your hands had gone up to grip onto his thighs now, pulling yourself closer to him, and deeper into the kiss.

You were a good kisser, even in your nervousness, even if you told him you didn’t know if you were even doing it right, you smashed all of that in one second. One of his hands went deeper into your scalp, running his fingers through your hair as he felt the temperature of the room start to rise up. Your tongue was magical on him, so tender and delicate, yet he could hear the soft little moans that vibrated in your throat at every harsh movement he did on you. He could feel his pants starting to strain, and he cursed himself for being so easy to rile up, or maybe cursing at himself for wanting to–

The door opening caught both of your attention, your eyes widening as you both pulled away as quickly as you could. Panting heavily as you looked at one another, not even knowing for how long you have been making out with each other. It felt like seconds, but probably minutes had passed.

“Well, shit, did we interrupt something?” Billy asks with Steve standing next to him with a bag over his shoulder. Your whole body turned red and you squealed as you hid your face in your hands, wishing for the earth to swallow you whole. They saw you. They saw you kissing Eddie. Your friend. Oh god, what will they think? You thought you were an idiot, a very big idiot.

“I uh–” Eddie was at a loss of words and he looked at his friends. He knew you were feeling utterly embarrassed at this moment, so he knew he had to ease the situation up a bit. “We were practicing kissing.”

And that made you even more embarrassed, your head shooting up to smack Eddie on the arm. Why would he tell them that?! Now they know you have no experience in that department and that Eddie was helping you gain confidence in it. Great. You shook your head, becoming more overwhelmed each second that passed.

“No need to hit me! You are a good kisser, despite what you thought.” Eddie brushed his arm as Billy and Steve walked over to the two of you. You groaned into your hands as you felt the heat of your face transfer onto your palms, and your guts were turning, the feeling of nausea slowly filling your stomach.

“Well, I bet it went better than with Harrington over here.” Billy glared at his friend as Steve blushed all over and pointed at you.

“Dude, she doesn’t need to know about that–”

“Actually…” Eddie begins with an innocent dimpled smile on his face and Steve became red in anger, ready to start going at his best friends but a giggle was heard in the room and they all turned to you.

You were laughing into your hands, and the situation that had mortified you now was making you laugh because of their bantering. They weren’t judging you, not you, nor Eddie because they had been through it. They helped each other out with things that were either weird or too bizarre, yet they did it because they’re friends.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh.” You say, as you raise your head up again, locking eyes with Eddie who had a playful glint in them and both of you laughed with each other, or at each other, you didn’t know, but just having this moment with him felt nice, it felt as if nothing had changed. No awkwardness, no weirdness, nothing that makes you feel uncomfortable, or him for that matter.

He was still Eddie, and you were still you.

“Alright, hang on, I have a question.” Steve suddenly says, putting the bag with clothes down. He was still sweaty from work, his hair back with a small half ponytail. Eddie and you stopped laughing and looked at Steve to keep talking. “My question is, are you fine with kissing someone you trust, or are you fine with kissing men in general?” Your smile dropped at that, the thought being processed in your head.

You didn’t even think about that. What if kissing Eddie was easy, or kind of easy, because you trusted him? What if you were able to just because you can confide that part of yourself to him, because he is your friend? Will that happen with the men you meet?

“What Steve is trying to say is that when you go on a date, you don’t trust each other on the first one, but you might kiss, maybe something else.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows, earning a glare from Eddie’s part, and you gazed away from that dirty joke.

Steve stood there for a second, thinking and then he took out his phone to open his music player and choose a song from there. ‘Stereo Love’ started sounding from the speakers and you winced at the nostalgia of the song, Eddie chuckling at it and Billy simply rolling his eyes. Steve puts the phone on the coffee table and urges you to get up from the couch.

“Come on, let’s try something.” And you gave Eddie a confused look before doing as Steve says, following him to the middle of the living room as Billy took your place on the couch, dropping himself on it and grunting in relief. Eddie’s eyes were focused on you as you stood in front of Steve.

“Harrington, what are you–” Eddie tried to talk but he was stopped by one look from Steve. His chest was not liking where this was going but he remained quiet as Steve started swaying side to side.

“Okay, so, I imagine that you go to clubs, and guys approach you, right?” He asks and you look down, playing with your fingers as you talk back to him.

“The girls always pushed them away before they could talk to me.” You reply and Steve only scoffs at that and shakes his head. He dances all around you, on your side, behind you, on the other side, as he talks.

“Well, now you will let them talk to you. He is a complete stranger, just coming right up, dancing, and introducing himself.” He stops right in front of you, with a smirk to his face and your eyes slightly widened as his friendly expressions were exchanged by sultry ones. “Do you like this song?”

“Um, a little old but yes, I do.” You responded to him and he just kept the grin to his face as his movements started making him come closer, and closer to you.

“Hi, I’m Steve.” You were already blushing at the roleplaying but he was right, what will happen when you start trying to date someone? You won’t kiss them on the first date? You won’t show your attraction to them? You won’t make a move?

“Hi, I’m Angel.” You reply with a small smile on your lips and Eddie’s eyes widened. You were flirting, and you were flirting with Steve with a pet name he gave you, and you only. He gulped heavily as you swayed closer to him.

“That’s a very pretty name, just as gorgeous as the bearer of it.” He winks at you and you almost lose your willpower at that. With Eddie was different, way different. It was a different type of nervousness, a different type of adrenaline, a different type of excitement. This was just nervousness.

So maybe, Steve was right.

Before you could respond, Steve’s lips crashed onto yours, and Billy was studying your body language. You went rigid, frozen, eyes completely wide at the action. He could see the slight bit of paleness starting to drain your cheeks and he was about to call out Steve to pull away, but then your eyes closed, and your lips moved against his.

You noticed the difference with Eddie’s kiss. With Eddie’s, your mind shut off, didn’t even think about anything else and just let yourself feel, feel him, feel his lips on yours, his skin on yours. And now, Steve’s, you were conscious of how your lips were moving, and wondering if you were causing an impression or not.

Steve pulled away after a few seconds to study your face and do a whole check over, before cheering with delight and clapping for you with pride.

“You kissed me back, you didn’t faint, you flirted with me… Yep, you’re cured honey!” Steve says excitedly and you couldn’t help but feel excited with him. It was a big step, a huge change in your life. Even if the nerves were still there, the anxiety was still deep in your belly, and the thoughts sometimes appeared in your head to speak horrible things to you, you finally didn’t let them control your body.

You were finally cracking your shell open.

And as you cheered, you didn’t notice the pair of brown eyes that were looking at you.

“Munson… You’re going to break the cushion.” Billy says, without even looking at Eddie and the metal head looked down at the cushion of the couch, seeing his fist gripping tightly onto it, almost ripping through the fabric, his knuckles a bright shade of white from how hard he was clenching them, rings digging into his fingers. He also noticed the tense movements on his jaw and he realized that he had been clenching it tightly shut since Steve pressed his lips on yours.

Your lips that had his minutes before. Your tongue that danced with him, your body that touched him, his hands that were on you, your body heat invading his, and his jagged breaths invading your mouth. He had you first.

You were his, first.

You turned to look at Eddie, with a smile on your face and he tried to return the smile to you, fighting the uncomfortable feeling that was happening in his belly, trying to push away all the negative thoughts, but then he remembered the look in your eyes just before he leaned in to kiss you again. He was looking at you in the exact same way, and hope rose in his chest, because the eyes you were looking at him with, were full of lust.

And you might not even know or realize you were looking at him like that. You probably never once felt lustful towards someone. You probably never had that need of wanting someone so badly that you might explode.

But Eddie, Eddie was feeling it right now. He was feeling it alright, and had been feeling it ever since he saw you in that tight purple dress. He felt it when you smiled at him for the first time on video camera. He felt it when you introduced him to your favorite pizza. He felt it when you beat him up in Mario Kart. He felt it when you had called him beautiful. And now, he felt it when he finally had a taste of you.

Oh how he wanted you.

Eddie really, absolutely, desperately wanted you.

End of part 4

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THE LINE—

pairings: steve harrington x henderson!reader

1 — part 2 coming soon…

words: 3.6k

Summary: You realize the line between love and hate is very thin as you babysit and monster hunt alongside Steve Harrington.

Leaning pathetically against your locker, you banged your head against the metal, tugging on the end of your cheerleading skirt that got caught in the door when you slammed it shut. It’s your fault really, you were so happy to get it open for once. Of course, it had to be too good to be true.

“Need some help with that?”

Your lips swerved into a smile at the familiar voice, leaning away from your locker to look at one of your favorite girls.

“Yes, Nancy. Please!” you pleaded, laughing as the girl stepped forward, easily opening your locker door, not even needing to ask the combination from the amount of times she’s had to open it.

Nancy Wheeler smiled smugly when your locker opened, releasing you and your skirt.

Nancy had been one of your best friends since you moved to Hawkins along with Chrissy Cunningham and Heather Holloway. At twelve years old, you were anxious, but to your surprise, extremely charismatic. You found friends like wildflowers, something you loved, but Nancy was one of the best. She was like a rose, beautiful and smart, something that drew you to her in the first place.

“My savior! How could I ever repay you?” you joked, mocking a princess before laughing at your own joke, tugging your books tighter to your hip.

Nancy grimaced. “Well,” she started, and your brows furrowed, making you feel uneasy, “Firstly, by not being too mad…”

Nancy shoved a note in your face. You squinted reading the words that alert you that King fucking Steve was waiting for your best friend in the bathroom, wanting to make out. Gross.

“Ew,” you stated, playful smile turning into a pout. Your shoulders slumped, concern kicking in rather than disgust. “Harrington? Really, Nance? You could do so, so much better.”

To you, Steve Harrington was the worst person at Hawkins high. A real player who had absolutely no consideration for anyone’s feeling but his own and his stupid little posse. Generally a piece of shit.

“You owe me,” she mutters, shrugging her shoulder to try to rid her mind of what you were implying, what she had already been anxious about.

“I just think it’s a bad idea,” you say softly, trying not to hurt the poor girls feelings, but really you were just trying to help.

“And why’s that?” she asks, on the defensive.

You shake your head, holding yourself back from rolling your eyes. “He’s a bad idea,” you state simply. “He treats girls like shit and you know better to accept that.”

“You don’t know him.”

“I know that he dumped Charlotte after he had sex with her,” you offered, looking at her with a raised brow. Nancy rolls her eyes.

“Well, that’s Charlotte. And I’m going to see him,” she announces, a little like she’s singing.

Sighing disappointedly, the bell rings in your ears. Great, you’re late.

You give Nancy a look already walking backwards towards your first period. “Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You wouldn’t go out with him the first place!” she calls back, looking at you with a playful expression.

“Exactly.” You smile, finally turning around and heading to your class. When you fully turn, your smile disappears.

Something about Steve makes you anxious, fills your body with unease whenever you two make eye contact when your both at your lockers. You hate the way he smiles smugly at you. And you hate that he’s going after another one of your friends, the fear of her getting hurt makes your stomach ache.

This time, if he hurts her, you hurt him.

And that’s exactly what happened.

You were on your evening walk, frowning at the missing poster you see of Will Byers, your little brother’s best friend and Johnathan Byers, one of your best friends, brother. It’s a saddening sight, especially since the young boy’s funeral. Absolutely heartbreaking.

Frustration is throbbing through your body. You feel helpless, unable to find the boy despite having helped put up posters and searched through the woods countlessly.

You were also angry with yourself for allowing your brother out of the house when you heard the news, letting him and his friends set out in search for him themselves because your heart ached looking into your brother’s teary eyes as he begged you not to tell mom that you caught him sneaking out.

It was stupid, that you told him to keep his walking on him, stay with his friends, and to stay safe or you’d fucking kill him. You’re a shitty sister.

You were an idiot. An idiot people pleaser who never knew when to say no to her friends and family. It was stupid that when your empathetic heart feels their pain you resort to the worse stress reliever, and contradictory to your guilty conscience, violence.

“Harrington, you better get your ass down from that ladder right now!”

You saw him from a mile away, the words spray painted on the movie theatre that you would always take your brother and his friends. The only thing you could make out of it was that Steve fucking Harrington was caught defaminating one of your best friend’s names while vandalizing the cinema.

Steve’s eyes went wide at the sight of you, the beautiful girl who ignored and criticized his every move. His ex-girlfriends best friend. His heart raced at your angry expression. His cheeks probably got a little red too.

“Henderson, what the hell are you doing here?” he asked, sponge pausing its movement to look down at you. Steve had completely forgotten what it looked like had happened, oblivious to everything else around him, his entire focus on you. His fake innocence only made you angrier.

Ignoring his question, you fumed, “Get your ass down or I’m pushing you off this damn ladder!”

Steve’s eyes widened as he muttered curses under his breath, quickly climbing down from the ladder. You pretended that seeing his face bloody and bruised didn’t make your stomach ache.

“Jesus, what your pro—,” You shoved him, and he stumbled back, arms stretched out as his back hits the ladder, “blem!”

“You wrote this? You called Nancy a slut?!”

You pushed him again, and he stumbled again, still looking at you like you’re crazy. He caught your wrists when you went to push him again.

Your hands were held at his chest, pulling you into his chest despite how you try to plant your feet, to stay away from him. Steve still has an bizzare look on his face as he looks down at you, cheeks pink and he’s slightly out of breathe from how he scrambled to grab your wrists. Steve rapidly shakes his head, blurting, “What? No! No, I didn’t!”

You let out a scoff, nodding sarcastically as if you believed him. “So… you just cleaning it up? Bullshit,” you spit, and Steve looks almost hurt by your insinuation.

“Yes! “ He announced, running a hand through his hair when you tugged your wrists free. “I didn’t write this!”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked at him accusingly, like he was stupid. “Then who did, Harrington?”

“Tommy.”

“Oh, you’re best friend!” you exclaimed, “That totally makes so much of a difference.”

“No, Henderson, — I.” He groaned. He glanced around, breathing out of his mouth before he pinched his nose. “I should’ve stopped him, I know, but I’m cleaning this up now. I’m trying to fix it.”

“Because you got caught?”

“No! I just—,” he shook his head. “I’m not… friends with those assholes anymore. I just wanna help.”

Really? you thought to yourself. Your nose scrunched as you scanned him up and down for a second with repulsion. He’s not friends with Tommy and Carol anymore? That’s hard to believe.

Your interrogation seemed never ended, and you still had the urge to punch him in the face despite the cuts and bruises that stand prominent on his handsome face. You wet your lips, ignoring your natural concern and continuing. “Help? Help what?”

“I wanna apologize,” he said. “To Nance.”

“Really?” you deadpanned. Steve arms waved wildly before he poked to fingers into his forehead, closing his eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry. Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is, King Steve,” you scoffed, before you let your thoughts slip into your words. You switch your footing, voice quieting ever so slightly when you ask, “What happened to your face?”

He paused.

“Byers,” Steve replied embarrassed, not even looking at you as your eyes widen.

“Really?” You sound surprised, and you are. The boy who’s been the nicest to you, one of your best friends ever since you’d gotten to town. Your babysitting buddy. The boy who’s brother was missing.

“Johnathan did that?” You ask. When he nods, you hum. “You deserved it.”

“I know.”

Humming, you look at Steve for a second, checking out his bloodied face and red knuckles. Next to his foot is the sponge he was using, it’s turning red and it looks like it’s decomposing from overuse. It makes you clear your throat when you catch his eyes again.

Quietly, almost whispering, you ask, “Do you love her?” You gulp, specifying, “Nancy?”

He sighed, and he looked at you for a good minute, clearly contemplating. Truth be told, he didn’t know. She was… different from his other girlfriend.

Steve would be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t like you. He knew he did, since last year and you walked in wearing a pretty little sundress and gave him attitude when he offered to be your prince charming and open your locker. Maybe he liked Nancy a lot, but he didn’t know if you could love someone and stare at their best friend when their back was turned.

He swallowed, shrugging. “I don’t know.”

You don’t like him. You don’t like him. You don’t like him.

Steve’s word make you nod to yourself, ignoring the relief you feel that he’s not in love with her for Nancy’s sake. Clearly, Steve was a shitty teenage boy, and even worse boyfriend, but you believed in change.

“You really want to make things right?” you question, still trying to keep your guard up despite how you feel them crashing down around you. Goddammit, you hate Steve Harrington.

“Yes,” he groaned, meaningfully.

In your head, you were screaming. Blood curdling, a homicide victim type of screaming, and it’s so loud, so so freaking loud that you couldn’t hear your own thoughts. Maybe, that’s why you make a dumb decision.

You shrug, already turning around to start walking. “Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“Wait, what? Where?”

“To go see Nancy,” you scoffed, as if it was common knowledge. Impatiently, you said, “Come on, I don’t want to be seen with you.”

You trudged forward, once white sneakers thumping against the sidewalk. Behind you, you can hear Steve jog forward, eager to catch up with you.

It doesn’t take long, but the moment he’s beside you, words spill from his lips, quickly. “I— I have my car.”

Pausing in your step, you begrudgingly looked at Steve, quite relieved that you don’t have to walk all the way to Jonathan’s house. “Okay. Where?”

“Over here,” Steve says, almost out of breath as he points to his car. You head towards it without a second thought, harshly pulling on his passenger car door and glaring at him when it doesn’t open.

Steve looks at you strangely, kinda of afraid of you, and he puts his key in before opening the door for you. You don’t look at him, not even when he gets inside the driver seat and starts the car, too busy staring out the window.

“Do you, um, want any music?” Steve stutters, looking at you hesitantly. You roll your eyes.

“You not talking is enough for me,” you smile, sarcastically.

“Oh,” Steve deadpans, biting his lips at he turns away from you, ready to drive.

Great, now you feel bad. You offer, “What do you have?”

“Yeah— yeah, I have Beat It, some AC/DC, Uptown Girl—

“Uptown Girl, please,” you cut him off. Your casual manners make Steve blush. You don’t even notice that you said it, and it reminds Steve how good you are. You were solid good.

A good girl.

A nice girl.

And one who wants nothing to do with him.

Go figure.

Steve realizes how fucked up his mind is as his knuckles turn white on the stirring wheel. He starts to drive, listening to you hum while starring out the window, sometimes cutting yourself off to tell him directions to Jonathan’s house.

When he asked why there, you said that he had to apologize to Jonathan first. He listens to you for reasons he could not comprehend, because he found himself trusting you despite how much you must hate because he knows you.

In the hallways, he’d watched you tell freshmen directions, laugh on your way to class, help kids who would drop things. You’d barely notice the boys that trailed after you that you thought were only friends, and he’d watch you scold them whenever they were mean to some freak, or nerd, or geek, in the halls.

You were nice. The nicest girl at that damn school, and unbeknownst to you, The Queen Of Hawkins High.

He can’t keep his eyes off you, and he’s never felt guiltier. He let his friend call his girlfriend a slut while he was yearning to kiss her best friend on the way to apologize to her. There was something wrong with him. Steve shook his head, letting his eyes part from you and focus on the road.

The drive was slow, but the moment the car parked in the Byers’ driveway, you were quick to usher Steve out.

“Go,” you wave.

“What?” Steve’s heart races. “Right— right now?”

“When else?” you blink.

“Shouldn’t we rehearse something?”

You sigh, holding back a much needed eye roll. A fake smile props on your lips. “‘Jonathan, I’m sorry for fighting you in the middle of the street. That one’s on me,’” you say. “‘Oh, and I feel bad for smashing your camera to little bits. How about I buy you a new one with my daddy’s money?’” You drop your smile. “That good?”

“The camera wasn’t my fault,” he justified.

“I know, I was there. Still, that doesn’t make what you did right, so get out of the car and apologize,” you punctuated.

Steve mouth gaped. Then, he begrudgingly unbuckles his seat belt and grumbles under his breath, stepping out the vehicle. He slams the car door shut.

You snorted a laugh, sinking into Steve’s comfy car seats.

From where your sat, you have a clear viewing of the show. You’re not sure whether or not Jonathan will forgive him. Apart of you hopes he doesn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did.

What did surprise you was watching Steve, under the warm yellow glow from the Byers house lights, pound on the door and then eventually force his way in.

Hastily, you trailed after him, leaves crunching under your quick feet.

“Steve!” you called once in the door way. “This wasn’t what we talked about…”

The words died in your throat as your eyes scattered across the room, the sight of Jonathan, a shit ton of weapons his living room table and Nancy with a gun pointed at Steve’s face had you had you bewildered.

“You two need to leave now!” Jonathan said, but you were more focused on Nancy’s count down, gun still pointed at Steve.

Before you could think, you were shoving yourself in between Steve, Jonathan, and the gun, hand raised in defense. The mass of Christmas lights around you flickered briskly with your final shout, “What is going on?”

Few words between Nancy and Jonathan end with Steve Harrington, grabbing your wrist and dragging you down the hall into a bedroom as a venus-flytrap looking bear rips apart the ceiling.

“What the hell was that,” Steve yelled along with a variety of curses.

“Shut up!” Nancy and Jonathan shouted, synchronized.

You and Steve shared a feared look.

Pounds and gurgles erupt from the other side of the door until they suddenly stopped. In the silence, Nancy and Jonathan exit the room, Steve and you right behind them.

“Are you going to tell us what that was?” you rasped desperately.

Nancy’s reply was short. “A demogorgon.”

You recognized that name. “Like—,” you brows pinched together. “From DnD?”

“That’s what the boys said.”

“The boys,” you repeated. “Like Dustin, Lucas, and Mike? They know about this?”

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry but we don’t have time for the questions. It’s going to come back, and you two,” she gestures to you and Steve, “need to leave. Right now.”

Breathing heavy, and with the shake of your head, you said, “No.”

“Yes, go,” Nancy said, stepping closer. You were the same height, she couldn’t intimidate you, not even with a gun in her hand. You weren’t going to leave, especially because of the newfound fear of that thing going after your brother.

“Y/N,” Steve tried, eager for the door.

“No, you go,” you said to Steve then turned to Nancy, “I’m staying so either let me help kill it or I’ll stand here and be bait.”

“Fine,” Nancy said.

Jonathan threw you a lighter. “Throw this into the carpet when it’s here.”

Steve felt pathetic watching the three of you. He didn’t want to leave and be a coward, but he didn’t want to die either. One thought over powered the other and he sprinted to his car, but seeing rapid flickering lights, he forced himself back inside.

After swinging a crowbar at the demogorgon and watching it swallow it whole, you were sure you were going to die. You fell back, squeaking in despair as you did so. The demogorgon’s mouth widen, and you may have gotten a little teary eyed at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on the floor, looking helpless as well.

But to your shock, Steve Harrington jumped in front of you, swinging a bat like he hadn’t quit baseball in seventh grade.

What happened next was blur, but you remember Steve Harrington forcing you to your feet and the sight of a demogorgon enveloped in flames.

—

With shallow breaths, you sat on the wooden porch in front of the Byers’ house, illuminated by a singular warm lantern, recollecting the previous events. Mind racing, you hardly notice the body next to yours.

Well, until, and hand landed on your shoulder. It’s large, much bigger than your own. Your eyes traced the arm up to its owner, seeing a bloody, concerned face staring back at you.

“You okay?” Steve asked, and your heart swelled the slightest bit at his worry. He had just almost killed himself and he was worried about you.

Your eyebrows twitched, the undying desire to hate him still present. “Yeah,” you choked, “I’m fine.”

Steve nodded. He retracted the hand off your shoulder slowly, which you were grateful for. Nancy and Johnathan’s dull chatter filled the void, the four of you too nerved to fully close the front door.

Clearing your throat, you said, not looking at him. “Thank you for — um — saving my life.”

When Steve spoke, you turned to him. “Anybody would’ve done the same.”

“No they wouldn’t have,” you said, entire body angling towards him. You kept your hands in your lap, tediously explaining, “They would’ve ran for the hills, like you should’ve, but you didn’t. So thanks. I owe you one.”

“Don’t mention it,” he griped, but you shook your head with a scoff, readjusting yourself to look straight forward. You went silent again. Not far from you, you can hear the engine of a car, smell the toxic carbon monoxide polluting the air.

Steve Harrington saved your life. King Steve Harrington saved your life.

Laughing to yourself, you eyed Steve carefully. “I never would’ve taken you for a hero, Harrington.”

“Guess you were wrong,” Steve chuckled. His eyes shone particularly bright in the moonlight.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking to your lap, “maybe about a lot of things too.”

You hadn’t known why you said that. Steve’s lips parted at your words, a dumbfounded look forming on his face.

“Y/N!”

Immediately, your head whipped to the noise. Your eyes widened with recognition to the voice. “Dustin!” you shouted, voice echoing off the trees in question.

A car pulled up, and in the back windows you could see three smiling faces in the window.

Smiling. They’re okay, you told yourself. And free to yell.

“You boys are so lucky.” The words came out forced, a quiver in your voice at the pure relief you feel, rushing to the boys off the porch and watching the three of them exit the car safely. “You could’ve gotten yourselves killed,” you snapped. “Why didn’t you told me?”

Only after you spoke did you notice their red rimmed eyes.

Your lips twitched into a frown. Swallowing back your own tears, you pulled Dustin, Lucas, and Mike into a hug. “I’m so glad you all are okay.”

Vaguely, blue and red flashing lights pull up onto the driveway of the Byers’ house. Police step out their car with questioning looks. It’s not long before one offers to take you and your brother home.

Glancing behind you, Steve Harrington’s eyes found yours swiftly, as if they had been trained to you this entire time. Hesitantly, you raised your hand, not very high, but just visibly for him to see. You gave Steve a small wave.

He smiled at you, and you were sure that it hurt.

been meaning to write a steve fic for a while. he’s so boyfriend and i’m a huge hopelessly pining/enemies to lovers girly

not my best, probably will rewrite in the future

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