#if mike kisses and confesses first there is NO WAY to get around that
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₊˚⊹ your sweet lips on my lips 🧸
about : first kiss and early mornings w mike <33. title is a hozier lyric from like real people do!!
warnings : a little longer than usual!! 1.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader ( once lol )
author’s note : I WANT TO KISS HIM SO BAD AAAAAUGHHHH. i’m so obsessed w him my brain is him and him only
your breaths were slow and steady as you slept in an uncomfortable position on mike’s couch. the tv was on low volume in the background, playing reruns of some old sitcom that your parents probably watched as kids. you were tucked under a small throw blanket that was always draped over the back of the couch, and a couple of your limbs were dangling over the edge of the cushions.
you were looking for work and mike had hired you to babysit abby. although with the hours you were at his house, it was more of just making sure abby was asleep and then more often than not, falling asleep yourself. the pay wasn’t great, but you didn’t mind. you really liked abby, and got along with her well. and well… her brother had caught your eye. he was a bit of a loser, sure, but you found him endearing. you admired how hard he worked in order to support his younger sister, it was clear she meant a lot to him. plus he was always kind to you.
while getting to know abby and becoming a more prominent person in her life, you also passingly got to know mike. abby had plenty of stories to tell, and you would often have short conversations with him before or after his shift. she had even let it slip once that mike was interested in you, and may or may not have a crush on you.
“my brother talks about you a lot, you know.” abby said oh so casually as you were helping her get ready for bed one night.
“is that so?” you quirked a brow, suddenly very intrigued at what secrets she might spill. you had harbored feelings towards the man for a while, probably as long as you’d been babysitting abby for. you always thought he would never reciprocate your feelings, and therefore decided to keep quiet about your crush.
“yeah, he says you’re pretty and you make him happy. and he’s glad you get along with me. he likes that” she said, looking up at you as you tucked her blankets around her.
you felt your cheeks grow warm, and a smile broke out on your face. “that’s good to know. he makes me happy as well, both of you do.”
“he also said he wishes he had time to get to know you more. i think he likes you. do you like him too?” abby inquired as she snuggled into the covers.
you thought carefully for a moment before responding. “i do, yeah. and i would definitely like to spend time with him if i’m given the chance. but that’s enough for tonight, it’s already late. sleep well, abby. i’ll be in the other room if you need me.” you press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before standing up and leaving her bedroom for the night.
that very brief conversation with abby stayed on your mind for the following days. when mike came home early the next morning you were more flustered than ever when you spoke to him. since then you had been trying to find a way to make your feelings a little more known, hoping one of you would have the courage to finally confess.
keys jingled and the front doorknob rattled as mike let himself into the house. it was quiet, as it was just past 6am. the only sounds were the faint conversations of the show on the television, and the sound of his own footsteps padding across the floor. he set down his keys and kicked his shoes off before making his way into the living room where he saw you fast asleep. he quietly picked the remote off of the coffee table and turned the tv off.
although he wasn’t quiet enough, and you started to stir. “abby?” you asked tiredly. you blinked up at mike, slowly starting to sit up as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.
“nope, it’s me. sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” he replied quietly as he set the remote back on the table. “did everything go alright with abby?”
you sat quietly for a moment, trying to find your thoughts in your sleep hazed brain. “yeah, she ate a good amount of her dinner and then we hung out and watched tv for a while before she went to bed. how was work?” you had pushed away the blanket and now sat upright, looking up at mike. he looked tired, which was to be expected. despite his exhausted features he looked handsome, although this wasn’t a new discovery.
his voice shook you out of your thoughts. “it was boring, but it pays.” he shrugs. “want some coffee?” he leaned his head in the direction of the kitchen.
“coffee sounds good” you smile. he starts to walk toward the kitchen and you follow behind him. damn, his butt looks good in those pants.
“i always feel bad falling asleep, i feel like i should be the one making coffee and breakfast for you.” you noted lightheartedly. you were trying not to gawk at him, which had been proven increasingly difficult after abby told you that he was in fact interested in you.
“i appreciate it, but it’s no big deal, really. i understand it can be a little boring being here all night. i trust you with abby, so if you need to sleep, sleep.” mike replied tiredly. you made a mental note to try and at least make coffee for him before he came home in the future.
once in the kitchen, he started gathering everything he needed to make just enough coffee for the both of you. you leaned against the counter, your back facing the wall. the two of you stood in comfortable, sleepy silence as the coffee brewed.
once the coffee maker had stopped gurgling, signaling the coffee was done, he grabbed two mugs out of the cabinet and poured you each a cup. you added the ingredients to make it just the way you liked it before taking a sip, nearly burning your tongue.
you could feel his eyes on you. not in a creepy way, but in admiration. he took a sip of his own coffee, his eyes lingering on your frame. you let your gaze wander back to him, meeting his own. you gave him a smile as you took another sip of your coffee.
"i uh.. would you like to go out with me one day? just us?" he stammered. he averted his gaze to his coffee, swishing the dark liquid inside to distract himself.
you smiled, giggling to yourself. it seems like abby was right about mike's feelings for you, not that you doubted her. you took a moment to collect yourself before responding. "yeah. yeah, i'd love to."
"he looked back up at you with a goofy smile on his face. "okay, cool. does tomorrow night work?"
you nodded, "yeah, that's perfect." you knew abby wouldn't lie to you about how mike felt, but it still made you giddy when he actually showed that he had feelings for you. you glanced over at the little digital clock on the stove. 7:08am. you took one last sip of your coffee, placing it down on the counter. "i should probably go, i have an appointment that i need to get to. you have work tonight, right?"
he looked disappointed, but nodded. "yeah. i'll see you later then?"
you nodded in response, "yeah, of course." you stepped closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek.
his cheeks immediately flushed and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he’s had other partners and had been in relationships before, but it had been so long since he was as infatuated with someone as he was with you. you were still close to him, and he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. he paused to make sure you were okay with it, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to.
but you didn’t. you leaned in further and pressed your lips to his briefly, somewhat hesitantly. he grabbed your hip, holding you firmly but gently. he kissed you again, this time with more confidence. this kiss was longer, more passionate, and it only increased the feeling of butterflies flying around in your stomach.
“took you guys long enough. are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?” a small voice comes from the other side of the room. you and mike quickly pulled away from the kiss, much more flustered now that you had been caught by mike’s youthful sister. neither of you had heard her approach, and were startled at her sudden presence.
after recovering from the slight embarrassment, you looked at mike questioningly to see if, and how he would answer abby’s question.
“i sure hope so” he smiles, his attention focused back on you. “it’s up to them though.”
“i’d like that” you smiled back at him.
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cupid sent me on a mission (that's got me sitting, wishing, waiting)
mike schmidt x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ MDNI. soft smut, praise. no spoilers for the movie, no use of y/n.
word count: 617
read it on ao3 here.
It’s the sound of your door softly creaking open that first wakes you, your eyes groggily fluttering open. It’s still dark in your shared bedroom, so you hear more than you see Mike gently making his way in. Behind him, the bedroom door closes with a click. You let your eyes fall shut once again, hearing him strip down to his boxers before he slides into bed next to you. Your sleep-warmed body melts against his. You hum in appreciation as he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin.
“G’morning,” you whisper, unwilling to break the gentle softness of the moment.
You feel Mike’s steady breathing against the side of your neck, “Good morning, pretty girl,” he answers you in a voice equally soft.
His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close against him. He caresses the soft skin of your stomach where your shirt has ridden up, his fingers just barely brushing the waistband of your underwear.
“How was Abby last night?” he asks.
You gently smile at his concern for her, ever the responsible older brother. “She was an angel, didn't even throw a fit when I told her it was bedtime”.
You feel Mike's contented hum against your neck, his lips moving to press hot wet kisses over the stretch of skin. You sigh into it, moving your head off to the side to give him more space to work with.
“How did I get so lucky, huh?” he wonders aloud, “getting myself such a sweet, pretty girl like you to come home to every day”.
You begin to answer him, but your words catch in your throat when his hand dips past the elastic of your panties, his fingers trailing through the wiry hairs on your mound to settle on your clit. He begins rubbing soft, sleepy circles against it — just enough pressure to make your breath quicken. He continues to kiss the column of your neck, tongue licking and teeth scraping, to form bruises that you'll have to explain away later in the day.
You begin to move your hips in time with his touches, the slow movement making the springs in your bed creak ever so softly. His fingers dip lower, gathering some of your slick before returning to rub at your clit, the slide of his digits now even easier with the added wetness.
“Been thinkin' about this all night,” Mike confesses, “Couldn't stop thinking about how you feel pressed against me, about those pretty sounds you make”.
You shudder against him, his pace getting quicker now, his fingers rubbing against you almost desperately. A moan slips past your lips, muffled against your pillow. You feel his hardness press against your back, a steady reminder that he, too, is enjoying this. You press your hips closer against his, providing him with something solid to grind against.
“Always so good to me,” Mike moans into your skin.
His hips and fingers move in tandem against you, and before long you find the muscles in your lower stomach tightening, your legs clenching around the steady press of Mike's fingers against you. You let out a whine that — in any other circumstance — would have been embarrassing, and you find it answered by Mike's own soft moans. Your pleasure crests, your orgasm washing over you, leaving you a trembling mess in the safety of Mike's arms. You barely register Mike's choked groan and the following warm wetness that's suddenly leaking against your behind.
The room is still as dark as it had been when he first entered, though the silence is now broken by your shared heavy panting and soft satisfied laughter.
#mike schmidt smut#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#mike schmidt imagine#josh hutcherson#josh hutcherson smut#mine
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first time for everything pt2
Drug Dealer! Mike Schmidt x fem!reader wc: 5k
this is part 2 to my fic first time for everything! read the first part here.
Summary: After an unforgettable hookup with your friend Sara’s drug dealer, Mike Schmidt, you go to a college party to try and put a stop to your constant stream of thoughts about it, and more specifically, him. However, when you wind up bumping into the man you had been thinking about non-stop at the party, you can’t help but give in to the one person who started it all.
Warnings: 18+ content, so much banter. Like, so much. Mike is a smug bastard, alcohol consumption, swearing, kissing, dirty talk, use of pet names, fingering, cunnilingus, finger sucking, unprotected sex
Note: we are so back. also i really hope you guys like this omg. (p.s. sorry that this part has no cannabis use in it. I know that’s like kinda the whole point, but with the story i wanted to tell i couldn’t find a place to put it and i didn’t just want to shove it in randomly so i sorta just left it out.)
Like smoke filling up your lungs, Mike Schmidt has infiltrated your mind in every way possible.
Thoughts of him invading every corner and crevice of your brain, making them impossible to shake. To say the least, ever since you had the pleasure of meeting him, your mind has been rather occupied.
His lips on yours, the smoke from his mouth permeating your own, his hands on your body, your skin on his skin—it's all too much, you think. In fact, if you could go back and erase the entire interaction, you would. It’s the only thing you’ve been able to think about, and it’s all Mike Schmidt’s fault.
You wonder if he thinks about you too. You know it’s probably unlikely, but you can’t help but feel like he might. Like he also dreams about it. Like he also yearns for you again. Maybe he gets off thinking about it, like you do. You shake those thoughts away, however, when you come to the conclusion that it probably wasn’t as special to him as it was to you.
"Okay, Y/n, what the fuck?” Sara's voice cuts through your thoughts, startling you.
You whip your head around to see Sara standing behind you. Her arms are crossed against her chest, and her face is painted with a worried expression.
“What?” you respond, confusion evident in your voice.
“You’ve been staring at that wall for 20 minutes.” Sara says it with an accusatory tone, like she caught you doing something you shouldn’t be.
“I’m just thinking.” You shrug, trying to play it cool. I mean, you’re not lying. You were trying to do your homework, and then you started…daydreaming. Thinking. Whatever you want to call it.
“Yeah, I know. Thinking is all you’ve been doing this week. What’s going on?” Sara sighs, and you can see the genuine concern in her face. She sits on your bed next to your desk, trying to meet your eyes. You have a hard time lying to her, and catching her gaze will only make you more vulnerable, so instead, you choose to stare down at your homework.
“This isn’t like you. You’re the most studious person I know, and you can’t even focus enough to finish a couple questions. Tell me what’s going on.” She continues. You weigh your options. You could tell her you fucked her drug dealer. She couldn’t be that mad, right? Or, you could keep it a secret, but continuing to lie to her is the last thing you want to do. You let out a deep breath and just decide to bite the bullet.
“Okay, um, remember when I went to your drug dealer's house last week?” You wearily start. Sara nods her head, signalling for you to continue.
“Well, one thing led to another, and we kinda, sorta had…sex?” The room is silent after your confession, the weight of your words hanging in the air. When you look over at Sara, you expect to see disappointment or anger on her face, but instead, she's looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you've ever seen.
“I knew it!” Sara exclaims, jumping up in a rush of excitement.
“I knew there was a reason that you were practically glowing when you got back from his house!” You groan at her loudness, putting your hands over your face to hide your embarrassment. You should’ve known she wouldn’t have been upset with you; she practically shoves you at any man who gives you some sort of attention in the hopes that you’ll break your introverted habits. “Wait,” she excitedly adds. “Does this mean you can get me a discount?”
“No, Sara, I can’t fucking get you a discount. I haven’t seen him since it happened.” You say, and you try your best to mask the disappointment in your tone. I mean, what did you expect? That he’d come running to you the next day, get down on one knee, and propose? You knew it would most likely be a one time thing, so why were you so upset about it?
“So that’s why you’ve been so out of it this week. Plagued by the thoughts of a good fuck. Trust me, I've been there. ” Sara sighs dramatically, shaking her head like she knows this feeling all too well.
“I don’t know... as cheesy as it sounds, I sort of can’t stop thinking about him? It was so good, and now it’s all I think about.” You admit, and Sara takes her place back on the end of your bed. She takes one of your hands in hers, and she nods her head in an understanding manner.
“You know what you need?” She says, and you shake your head, "No.".
“To get your head out of your chemistry books and go to a goddam party! No wonder you’ve been thinking about him; all you’ve been doing is thinking.” She says, motioning to the copious amounts of school-related papers on your desk.
“Trust me, Y/n. The best sort of remedy for this kind of thing is to just let loose and forget about all your shit for a little while, you know?” As much as you’ve tried to avoid parties and distractions during your college experience, you can’t imagine there’d be much harm in going to one party. Besides, if you can get your mind off of Mike for a few hours and just have some fun, it’ll be worth it.
“Alright. Yeah, I think you’re right.” You say, and Sara jumps up excitedly as she begins to talk about one of her good friends that is throwing a party that night, and that it’ll be the perfect excuse to get away from all stress of exams. You nod along, a smile plastered on your face as you try to match Saras excitement. You’re not quite sure if this “remedy” will work or not; however, you’d just about try anything at this point. And like Sara always says, you’re a hermit, so this will be a good way to break you out of your shell. I mean, the last time Sara told you to do something, it ended up going better than expected, so what’s the worst that could happen?
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“Sara, I feel like I’m going to flash someone.” You say as you pull on the hem of your very mini skirt. The walk to the party wasn’t long, but your bare legs are cold and you’re itching to get warm. You’ve never really worn something as revealing as this, but Sara insisted you wear something from her wardrobe.
“Your skirt isn’t that short; don’t be dramatic.” Sara teases as she leads you towards a house that's booming with both music and people. You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. You haven’t been to a party during your time at college, and to be honest, you weren’t ever planning to. Focusing on getting your degree without any distractions was always your goal. An unrealistic goal? Maybe, but it had been working well for you up until a week ago. However, things don’t always go as planned, and now you’re stepping into a house full of sweaty, inebriated bodies and music so loud it makes the entire house shake. The air is thick and humid, and you’d get lost in the house’s dim lighting if it weren’t for Sara’s hand in yours guiding you through the sea of bodies. Your shoes stick to the floor as you walk through the house, and you know alcohol drunkenly spilled from overflowing, cheap solo cups is the culprit. Sara drags you to the kitchen, where all the alcohol is stashed.
“We should do a shot! To commemorate the first party of your college career!” Sara yells over the music, already pouring each of you a shot of tequila. You give a little laugh at Sara’s enthusiasm, and you nod your head in agreement. As you wait for Sara to hand you your drink, you notice just how many people there are. You watch through the kitchen window as someone throws up on the lawn. You wince a little at the sight and at the thought of how much alcohol they probably drank. You briefly wonder if going to this party was even a good idea, but you try to shake away any negative thoughts.
“Babe, you’re thinking too much again.” Sara says, waving her hand in front of your face as she passes you the shot.
“Sorry!” You half-yell, but Sara dismisses your apology with a wave of her hand.
“Don’t be sorry, just have fun!” Sara replies as she effortlessly downs her shot. You also attempt down your tequila; however, it’s not as effortless, and you grimace at the sharp taste of the tequila on your tongue. It takes everything in you to swallow it without gagging, and you wish you had something to chase it with.
“Fuck, that’s awful.” You groan as you pull a face. You don’t typically drink alcohol, and when you do, tequila is certainly not your first choice. Sara laughs and places a hand on your shoulder.
“That’s what makes it good!”
The next hour or so goes by pretty smoothly. You’ve essentially been following Sara around like a lost puppy, accompanying her as she greets her friends, which feels like just about everyone at this party. You watch as Sara effortlessly navigates the room, her laughter ringing out above the chatter and deafening music. As you stand alongside Sara, watching as she converses with a group of people you recognise as being on the school's soccer team, you feel a wave of insecurity wash over you, like an invisible barrier separating you from everyone else. You feel out of place at this party, and in a way you are. You haven’t been to a party in your three years at school, and now you've realised that you barely know anyone around here. You haven’t seen one familiar face, other than Sara, in the past hour and a half since you arrived here. You begin to wonder how different your college experience would be if you just got over your fear of people and parties, and went out like Sara had. You try to dismiss your destructive thoughts, but it’s no use. You feel like somehow everyone knows that you’re not really supposed to be here, and it makes your throat feel dry with anxiety.
“Hey, Sara, I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?” You loudly whisper in her ear, trying not to interrupt the conversation she was currently in. You’re anxiously wanting to get away from the crowd, and your body language shamelessly shows it as you bounce your leg and bite the skin off your lips.
“No, I’m okay,” Sara says, and you watch as her eyes survey your body, her eyebrows knitting together. “Do you need me to come with you?” She bends down to speak in your ear, although her words are slightly slurred, and you softly giggle at the way her alcohol intake has affected her speech.
“No, I’ll be okay.” You assure her as you walk away from the group, giving Sara a little wave as you make your way to the kitchen.
You had intended on getting a drink, but when you got to the kitchen and saw the door to the backyard, your desire to escape the muggy, stale air landed you on the back patio instead. Your lungs thank you for the fresh air as soon as you step outside, and the cool winter breeze feels refreshing on your sweaty skin. There’s still plenty of partygoers outside, but it’s certainly not as packed as it was inside. You watch as people play beer pong on a ping pong table on the lawn, and the sight only solidifies your fear of missing out. The sound of hearty laughter and the smell of weed only make you want to go home more, and you sigh as you push off the patio railing to leave. You turn around to make your way back inside when you see him.
At first, you thought it was your eyes playing tricks on you. Like you had been thinking about him so much that an apparition of him was here to taunt you. Like your thoughts of him for the past week had now turned you delusional. However, his eyes lock with yours, and now you so badly want it to be a hallucination, or your mind playing tricks on you. Dread washes over you and you wish you had never come to this party. You want the ground to swallow you whole when you see him beginning to walk towards you, and for a split second, you consider running away.
You mean for your words to come out nicely; you truly do. However, they don’t come out that way, and instead you say this:
“What the fuck are you doing here?” If your words shock or hurt Mike, he doesn’t show it as he now stands in front of you with that goddamn smirk on his face.
“I have a business to run, Y/n. But you’d know a thing or two about that, wouldn’t you?” You’re not sure if you want to kiss or slap him, but you roll your eyes anyway at his smug tone. He gives an unbothered laugh at your attitude and actually, you’d definitely rather slap him right now.
“Your business is selling weed to intoxicated college students?” You retort with a scoff, crossing your arms against your chest like it’s a defence mechanism. You hate that his presence is making you jittery, but you hold your ground, your eyes never veering away from his.
“Funnily enough, they’re my top customers.” Mike smugly says, and you don’t even try to hide the scowl on your face. You squint your eyes at him, trying to read his intentions. He smells like weed and spicy cologne, and it immediately brings you back to his house, and more specifically, his living room. There's a pregnant pause between the two of you, and before you can work up the courage to say something, he speaks again.
“Cute outfit, by the way. Have you dropped the innocent act yet?” He asks, obviously satisfied with his words. He's clearly trying to get under your skin, and you won't let him.
“I don't know what you’re talking about.” You fib, shrugging your shoulders like the question is irrelevant. If he's going to try to tease you about your hookup, you won't feed into it.
“You know, after that night, I don’t think you can really call yourself a good girl. You’d be lying to everyone. You're lying to me right now.”
“Fuck you, Mike.”
“You should come by my house tomorrow. You're probably all out of the weed I sold to you last time you were around, right?” He says nonchalantly, changing the subject. You furrow your eyebrows at the change of conversation, and your stubbornness to let Mike have any satisfaction during this conversation doesn’t falter.
“I don't smoke weed.” You quip.
“Lie all you’d like, Y/n. It doesn’t change the truth.” He says, brushing a stray hair out of your face before walking back into the house without giving you another look.
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Usually people use the phrase “walk of shame” when you’re walking home from a hookup, however, that phrase pretty much sums up how you feel as you walk up Mike Schmidt's driveway.
You’re not sure how you’ve ended up back on Mike Schmidtd’s doorstep again. Maybe it was the satisfying sting of weed going down your throat and into your lungs, or the insatiable hunger for the man who supplied it to you. Either way, the front door is being opened and the man who you’ve been thinking about non stop for the past week is behind it.
“Had a feeling you’d be back.” He says with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you’re high before any weed has even entered your system.
“Don’t cream your pants.” You mutter as you push past him and walk inside. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t know why you were here, you both knew. After Mike left you at the party, you knew you were completely and utterly fucked. That any other attempts of trying to forget him would be worthless. That like a bee to a flower, you’d be back here, in Mike’s house, searching for the one thing you had been denying yourself for the past week.
“So I was right then, you’re all out of weed.” He says as he closes the front door. You take your jacket and scarf off, hanging them on the coat hanger at the door. You face Mike, who's currently leaning against the front door, watching you.
“Can I have a soda?” You ask, and Mike cracks a smile at the familiarity of the situation.
“I would’ve offered, but I wasn’t sure how long you’d be here.” He says, trying to bite back his smile. You follow him to the kitchen, watching as he grabs two cans of soda. Your fingers brush as he hands you the cold can, and you look up at him as he clears his throat.
“So…an eighth again?” He inquires, looking at you over his can of soda as he takes a sip.
“Mike, I’m not here for your goddamn weed.” You laugh. Mike laughs as well, and the exuberant sound is like music to your ears.
“So you came for my soda instead?” Mike teases, and you shake your head with a smile.
“I think you know why I’m here.” You say, and your cheeks heat up at the thought of what happened last time you were in his house. Your fingers tighten around the soda can at the thought of touching Mike again, and you so badly want to reach out for him.
“I’m not sure if you deserve it. You weren’t very nice to me last night at the party.” He smirks, crossing his arms against his chest and leaning against the kitchen counter. He places his soda can on the kitchen counter and tilts his head at you, waiting for your rebuttal.
“I was nice enough.” You simper, shrugging your shoulders. If he’s going to make you work for it, you’ll play along.
“Say please. I can’t believe I have to teach you how to use your manners.” He coos, and you huff when you realise you won’t get what you want right away.
“I'm very polite.” You stubbornly stand your ground, but you can feel your resolve weakening with every word that comes out of Mike's mouth.
“You might be polite, but apparently you forgot how to ask for things.”
“Please, Mike.”
His lips are on yours as soon as the words leave your mouth. All the build up from the past week, all the sexual tension between you and Mike is released into the kiss. The kiss is frantic and needy, like even being this close isn’t enough. His want for you shows in the way his rough hands grab any part of your body they can reach. You blindly slide your soda can on the kitchen counter before threading your fingers through his hair, softly pulling at the root making him moan into your mouth. He tastes like cream soda and weed and his hands caressing your body send a shiver up your spine, and you haven’t felt this way since the last time he touched you.
“You have no idea how much I've been thinking about you.” He says in a gruff voice as he walks you backwards and lifts you up onto the kitchen counter. You spread your legs so he can slot himself between them, and he presses soft kisses into your neck. His hands are on your waist, stabilising you as he kneads the soft skin there.
“I thought you might’ve forgotten about me.” You shyly admit, and he softly bites your neck, almost scolding you for your words.
“Are you serious?” He asks incredulously, removing his head from your neck to look at you. His heavy lidded gaze makes you feel nervous, and his reaction makes you feel like you said something you shouldn’t have. Your silence serves as an answer to his question and he shakes his head at you disapprovingly as he slowly gets on his knees in front of you, never breaking eye contact. You suck in a quick breath at the sight of Mike in between your legs, and an involuntary whine escapes from your lips when he begins to undo the button of your pants.
“Y/n, the only thing i’ve been able to think about is you.” He groans, and you lift your hips off the counter to help Mike as he pulls your pants down over your ass. Your pants hit the floor and Mike is pressing open mouthed kisses into the insides of your plush thighs. He takes his time, kissing and sucking on the expanse of your thighs, and you think you might go crazy if he continues to tease you. Your thighs slightly close around Mike’s head, looking for any friction you can get. Mike lets out a laugh and you throw your head back in frustration.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is there something you’d like?” Mike innocently asks, looking up at you as his mouth gets dangerously close to your pantie clad pussy. A sadistic smile paints his face and you put your hands in Mike's hair, trying to pull him closer to the place you need him the most.
“Mike, stop fucking teasing.” You pant, and a dissatisfied sigh leaves Mike's lips.
“I thought we talked about using your manners.” He mocks, and although he's the one on his knees in front of you, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s certainly still in control.
“Please, Mike. Please, I need you.” You beg, and not long after, Mike is licking a hot stripe up your covered cunt. You bite your bottom lip, your chest heaving as Mike continues to press messy, open mouthed kisses to the wet spot on your panties. His grip on your thighs is strong, and the feeling of his blunt nails digging into the soft skin makes your head spin. Soon enough, his thick fingers are hooking into your underwear and pulling it down your legs. He wastes no time, quickly latching his lips to your swollen clit and making out with your pussy like a man starved. Your jaw drops in pleasure, and your hand tugging at his hair makes him moan into you.
“Mike, h-holy shit.” You cry out, as he enters one of his long fingers into you. His tongue swirls around your clit as he pumps his finger in and out of you, and the sounds of him eating your pussy are absolutely sinful. Mike replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing your clit in slow circles as he slowly enters another finger into you.
“You’re so tight.” He mutters, and his eyes are glued on your soaked cunt and the way it sucks his fingers in. He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace, curling them upwards, hitting a spot that makes you jerk your hips upward.
“M-Mike, I’m gonna-” You start, but cut yourself off with a moan as Mike reattaches hip lips to your clit. With his fingers rapidly moving in and out of you, and his mouth doing god's work on your clit, you swear you’re starting to hear colours. Your thighs begin to shake as you start to grind yourself on Mike's face as you near your orgasm. You let out a loud moan as you finally release, the only thing you can feel is the pure pleasure surging through your body as you cum, and Mike coaxing you through it. Your breathing is heavy as you come down from your high. Mike removes his fingers and mouth from your pussy, pressing a final kiss to your clit before he stands back up in front of you.
“Open your mouth.” He softly demands, and you do, letting Mike shove his cum covered fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the digits, humming as he lets his fingers travel to the back of your throat, making you gag. “That's it.” He praises, caressing your cheek as you suck his fingers. He removes his hand from your mouth and places them on your hips, helping you off the counter. He turns you around so you’re facing away from him, and he presses a hand to the centre of your back, bending you over the counter. He presses himself into you, and pushes your ass back against his covered erection. Mike leans over you, wrapping a hand around your throat to pull you up against his chest as he brings his lips to your ear.
“How could I forget about you when you look like a fucking angel when you cum.” He confesses in your ear, bucking his hips against you as he releases you, letting you fall back over the counter. The sound of him undoing his belt and pants makes you involuntarily clench your legs together, and you turn your head, watching as Mike spits in his hand and strokes himself a couple times before lining himself up with your pussy.
“Have you been thinking about this?” Mike taunts, teasing the head of his cock up and down your slit.
“You have no idea.” You whine, pushing your hips back in an attempt to just get Mike to fuck you. However, Mike holds your hips steady, restraining you from grinding back on him.
“Enlighten me, then.” Mike responds, like he has all the time in the world. But to you, it feels like the end of the world with the way your pussy is throbbing and in need of stimulation. A defeated sob leaves your lips at Mike’s teasing,
“All the fucking time, Mike. I felt like I was going crazy.” You babble, and your words seem to be good enough for Mike, because he’s filling you up with his thick cock. All your thoughts, any worries you’ve had over the past week are gone. The only thing you can focus on is the way he fits perfectly inside you, and the way the grunts and groans leaving his lips sound like perfect melodies to your ears. His hips snap into yours roughly, and you know you’ll be sore tomorrow.
“I couldn’t get high without thinking about you. You fucking ruined weed for me.” Mike admits with a laugh, like the whole thing is preposterous. His fingers work quick circles on your clit and you shiver as Mike places a hand under your jaw, lifting you so he can press kisses into your neck.
“Good. Maybe you’ll smoke it less. It’s bad for your lungs.” You breathily tease, and Mike sucks a particularly dark spot into your neck in response to your words. Mike continues his rough pace, and you clench hard around him.
“Gonna cum.” You whine and Mike only continues to fuck you, wanting to get you there. You cum for the second time, your body jerking as the overwhelming sensation hits you. Mike holds your shaky body up as he cums inside of you, letting out a strained “fuck” as his own orgasm washes over him. You both stand there afterwards, catching your breath as Mike release slowly begins to leak out of you and down your thighs.
“Did I seriously ruin weed for you?” You hoarsely ask in a disbelieving voice. You feel Mike’s chest rumble as he laughs, and actually, you think his laugh is the most perfect sounding melody.
“Trust me, It’s embarrassing to admit.” He says, and you let out a quick breath as he pulls out of you. He grabs a cloth out of a kitchen drawer and runs it under warm water in the sink before cleaning up the cum between your legs. He tucks himself back into his boxers before pulling his pants up, and you follow suit.
“Maybe I’m rubbing off on you.” You jest as you button your pants.
“Maybe.” Mike says with a smile, and when you look at him, you think you wouldn’t even need weed to get high. You’d just need this feeling.
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FNAF Movie / / Vanessa x F!Reader
[Silence Quite This Loud]
(gif by me)
Vanessa started to distance herself after you confessed your feelings to her, the pain in your heart is becoming too much to handle.
Content: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Fluff, Mentions of First Kiss/Confessions, Mike being a precious best friend(mike x reader if you squint), Vanessa being stupid, Animatronics doing their best
Warnings: Split Personality v̶̞͍̔a̸̮͂̈́͘ǹ̸̝̿ṅ̴̦͛̓y̷̩̞̾̓̚ (heavily implied)
WC: 2,419
(Freddy Fazbear's is still open in the day in this fic!)
You had been invited to a friend of a friend's party... You weren't exactly thrilled considering you would barely know anybody there, but your friend had bugged you all week encouraging you to go. She ensured that you would know a couple people.
So, begrudgingly, you agreed. You weren't too excited about going to Freddy Fazbear's during the day considering you already worked the night shift there, though. Why they wanted to rent out Freddy's of all places for an afternoon was beyond you, but you decided to suck it up.
You'd been holed up in your apartment for the past few weeks now, sulking in your own emotions. You had confessed how you felt to Vanessa at the end of one of your night shifts. The longing touches and looks were confirmation enough for you to know that she felt the same... Hell, you had even shared a drunken kiss a couple days beforehand.
So why had she rejected you?
Your heart ached to know, but she had stopped showing up to your night shifts and stopped responding to your calls so there was no way to even ask her. You hadn't seen her in almost three months now. A part of you didn't even want to talk to her anyways. You were hurt and angry at her silence, you felt as if she didn't care about you or or your feelings... So you shook your head and decided to brush her away from your mind.
With a sigh, you threw on some fancy(ish) clothes and headed for the door, perhaps this party would be a good distraction? It would be nice to get out and mingle.
Okay, maybe the party wasn't a good idea.
There was an extreme amount of people crowding the room. You felt extremely out of place.
Your friend had greeted you and seemed excited to have you, before she was unwillingly dragged away by a group of people who were already one too many drinks in. You bit your lip awkwardly and shifted your feet.
Now you were standing alone in a crowded room, simply looking around. That's when you locked eyes on a certain someone. Why the hell was she here?
Vanessa.
She was currently sitting at one of the many tables chatting away with some people you'd never seen before.
Your palms became sweaty as your balled your fists. Your heart beat quickly as you tried to decide whether or not to talk to her.
But before you could, another familiar face came into view as they tapped you on the shoulder.
"Oh, thank god you're here," your fists unclenched as a wave of relief washed over you.
"If you were in love with me you could've just said."
You rolled your eyes.
Mike knew you were in love with Vanessa, he had teased you about it constantly for the past few months now. He also knew that Vanessa reciprocated those feelings.
"Couldn't leave my favourite co-worker all alone," he smiled.
"I'm your only co-worker," you rolled your eyes.
The two of you made your way through the room, in search of empty seats. Your eyes landed on a particular blonde once again as passed by her table.
The pain in your heart quickly returned again, you couldn't stop the frown from appearing on your face.
Vanessa had froze upon seeing you pass, but she made no effort to get up and greet you so you turned your head.
"Hey, 'Nessa!" Mike exclaimed. You almost bumped into the back of him as he stopped, "Didn't expect to see you here."
She cleared her throat, "Er... Yeah... Friend of a friend of a friend invited me," she said, doing her best to look anywhere but in your direction.
Mike started to introduce himself to Vanessa's friends(?).
Vanessa could only stop herself from looking away from you for so long. The silence between the two of you was loud in your ears, the chatters and laughs from the people around you were almost deafened as you couldn't help but search Vanessa's eyes. You started to play with a loose thread on your sleeve, feeling slightly nervous.
You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest, so you pushed past Mike to quickly find an empty seat far away from Vanessa. Mike looked between Vanessa and you in confusion before he quickly excused himself to follow you.
"Hey, hey, what's the rush?" he asked. You both found a small table free to the side of the main stage.
"Nothing. Just wanted to find a spot to sit before everywhere was taken," you mumbled as you focused on the animatronics dancing on the stage.
"Come on, Y/N," he said with genuine concern, "I know you. Something's got you down."
You couldn't help but glance over towards Vanessa in the distance again. Mike noticed.
"Something up with you two?"
You groaned in frustration before banging your head on the table.
"I'll take that as a yes-"
You cut him off, "I told her."
His eyes widened as a grin appeared on his face, "Finally!" he chanted, "I've been waiting for way too long for this to happen."
Your head remained on the table...
His smile dropped, "I'm guessing it didn't go well..."
You felt the need to rant suddenly surface as you lifted your head, "Why is she acting like this? She's stopped speaking to me and she's pretending as if there's nothing between us when there clearly is!"
"I did notice that she hasn't stopped by on our night shifts in quite a while now."
You sighed, feeling sadness wash over you - the exact opposite feeling you wanted tonight, "We kissed... We were both a bit tipsy but she never said she regretted it. So I told her how I felt when she stopped by on my shift a few days after. And she kind of just... Excused herself and left. Haven't spoken since. It's been almost two months now."
He almost couldn't believe what you were saying, "Three months? Seriously?"
You nodded as your lip quivered.
He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, "Something must be up with her. She's head over heels for you, Y/N. Told me herself."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I didn't wanna be the one to break the news to you, though. That was on her."
You shook your head in disbelief, "Then why is she doing this to me? It's killing me. I've never felt like this before, Mike. I never thought I would miss someone so much."
Your mind searched for the memories of the countless nights of you and Vanessa making silly forts with the animatronics, cuddling amongst the pillows and blankets as you told each other stories. All those stares that lasted way too long or those soft squeezes you would both do on each others arms... Definitely platonic.
"Only way to know is to ask her."
"She clearly wants nothing to do with me," you noticed that your voice started to crack, tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
"You deserve closure, Y/N... At least try, okay? I want the best for you."
Mike had eventually gone off to mingle, introducing himself to the birthday girl (who was also one too many drinks in). You were left near the stage, watching the animatronics perform. They kept on glancing at you, you could tell they were concerned and worried for you. You had vented and confided in them on many of your night shifts after Vanessa stopped talking to you.
Bonnie had started to point his hand over towards Vanessa, encouraging you to go and talk to her.
Your nerves were definitely getting to you. You had been glancing at Vanessa every so often for the past hour now, and not once had she looked back at you. You felt as if she was purposefully trying her hardest to ignore you.
You decided to take one final... and surprisingly Vanessa had finally turned to look at you in return.
You could see her sigh as she looked away before she nodded at her friends and stood up. Your heart pounded in your chest in anticipation. You weren't sure if you wanted her to come over or not... But you didn't really have a choice in the matter as the blonde slowly made her way towards you.
She took the spare seat next to see and sat down with a sigh.
"Fancy seeing you here..." you muttered, your eyes still focusing on the animatronics in front of you.
Vanessa rolled her eyes at your tone, "Come on, Y/N-"
You already scoffed, "Don't act as if I'm the one in the wrong here. You haven't spoken to me in three months."
"With good reason."
"I doubt it," you said, still refusing to look at her.
Vanessa simply took a deep breath, leaning back into her chair as her eyes landed on the animatronics too. She couldn't stop a brief smile from appearing on her face as she remembered the last time she had seen you. You had both been giggling at the fact that Bonnie had fallen over and knocked over the fort, covering you both (and the other animatronics) in blankets. And one thing lead to another, Vanessa had ended up on top of you and that's when you confessed your feelings... And then she left.
The smile was replaced by a frown.
"I thought you felt the same, Nessy," you said, feeling the tears creeping back in.
"Y/N-" she began, feeling her own heart starting to ache.
"I'm sorry if I read it wrong. But after all we've been through and when we kissed, I just..." you shook your head, in hopes of ridding the tears. One slipped through and down your cheek, "Mike told me you felt the same at least."
Vanessa was gonna kill him.
Vanessa tapped the table mindlessly, trying to decide on what to say.
A part of her wanted to give in and reciprocate everything you were feeling, because she did in fact feel the same. She had indeed fell hard.
But another part of her was eating away at her mind, telling her to just leave again. A crackled voice in her head telling her to save you whilst she still could.
"Tell me you don't feel the same. And I will drop this, Vanessa," you finally looked towards her, she couldn't help but bite her lip at the sight of your glossy eyes.
She shook her head, looking down, "Y/N... It's not that I don't feel the same. I do. It's just... so complicated."
A small part of you felt relief at the confirmation that she did feel the same, but all you felt right now was confusion and concern as to why she didn't want to act on it.
"Is there anything I can do to make this right?" you started to plead.
With another shake of her head, she replied, "You have nothing to make right, Y/N. It's my fault. I shouldn't have left without telling you anything, especially for almost three months..." she paused before glancing at the animatronics on the stage. Freddy gave her a slight nod, encouraging her to continue and tell you what was eating away at her head and heart.
"What's holding you back, Nessy?" you whispered, moving your chair slightly closer to hers.
She looked into your eyes, "I... I can't tell you, Y/N. I really want to, but I can't. It will destroy whatever we have between us."
You nodded your head towards the animatronics, "If I can handle ghosts possessing animatronics, I can handle whatever you have going on."
She couldn't stop a smile from appearing on her face at that. It soon dropped though when the nagging glitchy voice in her head started to resurface again. She slowly reached to place her hand on top of yours that was on the table, she was surprised when you didn't move.
"I don't know, Y/N..." she said, her thumb rubbing the back of your hand soothingly.
You leaned in closer to her, "Help me understand."
She couldn't help but lean in closer too, instinctively.
Her other hand came up to rest on your cheek. Your heart raced at her touch, you were hopefully of her opening up. The many walls Vanessa had built up were extremely hard to break down, and you prayed that you would be the one to get through to her.
Your face reddened upon feeling her breath against your lips. Right now you didn't care if any of the other party-goers saw you, all you could focus on right now was the woman in front of you.
Vanessa finally leaned in to kiss you, unable to hold herself back. Her lips felt even better than you remembered, the alcohol you had drank the first time made the whole experience fuzzy.
The kiss was over way too quick, almost as if it never happened. Almost as if Vanessa regretted it.
"Vanessa?" you muttered, waiting for her to decide on what she was going to do.
She pulled her hands away, "I can't," you noticed the tear fall from her eye as she abruptly stood up, "I'm sorry, Y/N."
"Vanessa," you said, trying to stop her. But she turned and left without warning, moving fast through the crowd.
The silence soon surrounded you once again. Not even the music coming from the stage or the chatter of people around you reached your ears. All you could hear was the harsh pounding of your heart in your chest, drumming loud in your ears.
You were thankful that Mike had shown up to this party. He found you late into the evening curled up backstage, and he wasted no time in getting you out of there - more than happy to listen to you vent as he held you close in his home.
You both hoped that Vanessa would show up to a night shift again.
You hoped you would get some sort of closure one day. You hoped that your story with Vanessa wasn't over yet.
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 96
Part 1 Part 95
Mom makes him go home when he starts dosing on Steve’s hospital bed. But it’s okay because she kisses Steve’s cheek before she leaves, and Eddie and Wayne stay parked by his side.
The connection’s easier now. It’s like all that time straining for Steve has snapped something into place. He can feel them all the time, a warm buzzing in his chest. He wonders if he runs hot now. If the warmth will diffuse through his whole being, make coats obsolete even in the dead of winter.
Hopper is waiting for them in the waiting room, El burrowed into his side. She looks wan, and tired, drooping into her extravagant coat, eyeliner running down her cheeks like she’s been crying. Something inside him twists when he looks at her.
Before he can untangle that knot of emotion, Hopper stands up, both hands slapping against his knees first the same way Mike’s dad does before he gets up from his recliner. “You ready to go?” he asks, not looking away from Mom.
When Will glances up, Mom’s smiling up at Hopper in a way he doesn’t want to think about. The adults talk quietly in front, leaving El to stumble tiredly along beside Will. She’s staring at the side of his face. Will can’t bring himself to look back.
“Steve,” she says, sounding the word out and making it longer like it still tastes foreign on her tongue. “He is okay?”
When Will gets up the courage to look over, her eyes are big and worried. He smiles at her helplessly. It’s almost funny how innocent she looks; like she’s a bunny dressed up in punk clothes. “He’ll be okay.”
She smiles, small and close lipped, but it still beams out of her like the sun. Will tilts his head to the side and tries to see what Mike sees in her. He wants to hide her in Castle Byers, build a fortress around her, and keep her away from all the lab people for the rest of her life.
Is that howMike felt, hiding her in his basement, giving her frozen eggos and keeping his mouth shut?
But then her lips thin and she looks forward again. The feelings vanishes. It’s just El, hia friend, despite how much of Mike’s attention she’d snapped up just by being herself.
“I’m glad,” she says, looking at Hopper’s broad back as she takes two steps for each one of his.
It’s quiet after that, the way it always is after; all of them too brittle and bruised and bone-deep tired for conversation.
Hopper’s truck rat-a tat-tats itself to life in the hospital parking lot. The radio croons out something quiet and thrumming until Hopper reaches over to shut it off.
El’s heads smushed into the window, vibrating against the pot-holed roads of Hawkins.
Will’s so tired he’s wide awake.
He watches the familiar buildings of Hawkins flicker by. It's been a long time since knowing his surroundings brought any comfort.
Monsters could live behind every door, every tree, every smiling face.
He’s not sure any of them will ever feel safe again.
Will closes his eyes, locking the scenery out so he can focus on the bundle of warmth in his chest. They’re still huddled together, two sparks merging in his chest.
The past couple days have been a necessary violation of Eddie’s private feelings. He’d bared them all with love confessions and grasping hands, trying to pull Steve back from the edge of immolation.
He’s not even sure Steve knows, hopes he does. Steve deserves to hold that love delicately between his palms and choose what to do with it.
He won’t crush it, even if it’s unreturned. He’ll hold it gently like he always does.
Will doesn’t realize he fell asleep, or that they’d arrived home until he’s in free-fall. It feels like one of those falling dreams where you wake up solidly in the middle of your bed, but this time he really is tumbling, only Jonathan’s arms keeping him from hitting the gravel.
“Are you okay?” he asks shakily as he pulls Will into his chest, holding him tight enough to hurt. “I’m so sorry.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Mom murmurs, wrapping them both up in her arms, chin landing solidly on Jonathan’s shoulder, sandwiching Will between their bodies. “Everyone’s fine, right Will?”
Will murmurs his affirmation, feeling groggy and confused in the light of day.
“I was with Nancy,” Jonathan whispers. “I was just with Nancy, and you were–I almost–”
“Shh,” Mom cuts him off, reaching up to cradle his face and smile up at him. Will barely catches the edge of his watering eyes from his restricted vantage point between them. “Everyone’s fine.”
“I should have been he–”
“Jonathan,” Mom interrupts again, sharper this time. “Everyone is fine. You deserve a normal life.”
“But Will–”
“I’m fine!” Will cuts in this time.
Jonathan pulls back, looking down at him with worried, droopy eyes. “And Steve? Mike said he was possessed.”
Will feels that bundle of warmth in his heart, lets it shine through his smile as he looks up at his brother. “He’ll be okay.” As Jonathan droops with relief, Will feels his smile turn cheeky. “Eddie will never let you forget that you were on a date while we were fighting monsters, though.”
Jonathan closes his eyes, pained while Mom laughs.
It’s not until they’re walking toward the front door that Will notices the lack of demo-dog bodies. There’s still puddles of black oil-slick blood, but everything else looks normal. Who covered their tracks? The lab? Hopper?
He settles down for the debrief, pillowing his head on Jonathan’s shoulder as Hopper’s even tones flit through his brain.
Maybe familiar places no longer hold any comfort, but Jonathan’s bony frame is enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep.
Part 97
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sfw + nsfw relationship headcanons for mike schmidt
author's note: had a lot of thoughts regarding this pretty boy and i decided to finally write them down! do tell me if you have similar or totally different hcs for him, would love to hear everyone's opinions <3
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⋆ super awkward at first and says some embarrassing stuff because he doesn't know how to act around you
⋆ gets more comfortable with time and the conversations flow more naturally
⋆ enjoys observing you and your reactions to anything really
⋆ doesn't initiate a lot of conversation at first because he sucks at it, but that doesn't mean he isn't interested
⋆ be prepared to be the one to initiate meet ups and conversations a lot (he really appreciates you for doing that though)
⋆ tries to be super respectful and always keeps an appropriate distance between you guys
⋆ you have to sit closer to him or stand right next to him so he gets the hint that you are comfortable with being closer to him
⋆ in the beginning he does ask if it is alright to sit so close to you
⋆ either you have to confess or he confesses randomly one day bc he slipped up
⋆ he doesn't think himself worthy of your attention or love, that's why he never planned to confess
⋆ if he's the one who confesses on accident, he will panic because he fears that this will make you distance yourself from him
⋆ please please PLEASE reassure this boy and give him a big hug so he knows you feel the same way and can calm a bit down
⋆ on the first day he still can't wrap his mind around how you reacted positively to his confession and that you feel the same way
⋆ it takes a bit of reassurance and confirmation that yes you DO actually like him and yes you really do want to be with him
⋆ once he gets comfortable with the idea, he will be so clingy and touchy
⋆ still fears to loose you and that you might change your mind so he wants to show you how much you mean to him in every possible way
⋆ he cooks for you, he lets you borrow his clothes, he gives you a lot of cuddles
⋆ what he still struggles with at first is kissing you whenever he wants (which he could do now)
⋆ so please kiss this pretty boy often so he can get comfortable with that too
⋆ at first his kisses are soft and slow, holding and treating you with utmost care
⋆ his heart always feels like it will explode when you guys kiss, he feels so much love for you
⋆ but once he gets used to kissing you he gets more needy and a bit sloppy, like his life depended on it
⋆ he never gets too rough with it though, he respects you too much to ever treat you roughly
⋆ he also loves your cheek kisses, it makes him feel so loved
⋆ now let's get to hand holding – his favourite activity
⋆ he finds your hands so soft and warm, if he could he would never let go of them
⋆ he will find any excuse to hold your hand as much as he can: while cooking (to show off how good he is with only using one of his hands), while cuddling and watching a show, while going out and about (he's also a bit possessive of you)
⋆ he also LOVES when you link your arms together, especially when you snuggle up to him that way
⋆ makes him feel very manly and protective of you (in a non toxic way ofc)
⋆ this man is so touch starved, he will thrive so much on the smallest of gestures in general
⋆ he loves when you play with his hair, makes his headaches immediately disappear
⋆ he loves to be the small spoon since he is so used to being the protector and provider, it's nice to just be held and being cared for sometimes
⋆ another cuddling position he loves is holding you in his arms while you have abby in yours, that way he can hold his whole world in his arms
⋆ sleeping with him also includes either him sleeping on top of you, you sleeping on top of him or you snuggled up to his side. point is he has to touch you in some way
⋆ going back to his slightly possessive side, he ADORES when you wear his clothes
⋆ those times he feels like he is on cloud nine and he wishes he could just freeze this moment and live in it forever
⋆ he loves the domestic vibes of it (he is very domestic in general)
⋆ tries to act like it's not that big of a deal to him but you see right through him
⋆ it also makes him feel good when you are meeting other people while wearing his clothes, it's like marking you to him
⋆ he in fact adores it so much that you could be standing in the kitchen with his shirt on on a random day and he would come in, see you and seriously debate if he should just ask you to marry him right then and there
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nsfw
⋆ idc what anyone else says, this man is not a dom – he's so submissive (maybe he has little switch side too him but that's it)
⋆ he LOVES when you take absolute control and boss him around
⋆ make him beg and he will cum just by the thought of touching you
⋆ he loves being overstimulated and will cry but beg you to not stop
⋆ he also wants you to be satisfied and comfortable every time, you are his first priority
⋆ he is open to trying things out, he trusts you enough for it
⋆ his favourite position is you on top riding him
⋆ this boy loves to mark you in any way possible
⋆ expect hickeys all over your neck, collarbones and thighs
⋆ he likes to cum deep inside you, another way of him to mark you
⋆ in return he also likes it when you mark him, it's a nice reminder for him that he is yours as you are his
⋆ he gets off on getting his hair pulled and moans every time you do it
⋆ he's a whiner and LOUD, but will try his best to be as quiet as possible (since abby is in the same house)
⋆ regarding abby, he will try to fuck you whenever she is not home but if she is he will try to put on the radio, the tv, anything so she doesn't have to suspect anything
⋆ he also won't risk doing it outside his room, he doesn't want to disturb her in any way or form
⋆ that being said, he loves being teased and getting excited to fuck
⋆ especially when you guys are out with others and you tease him under the table
⋆ since he is a bit socially awkward he will have a hard time managing the conversations and keeping a straight face but he loves the thrill of it
⋆ but just as before, he loves and cares for you too much to just fuck you out in public (even in the public toilets), he will wait till you guys get home so he can have you in private
⋆ he likes to go multiple rounds and enjoys spending a lot of time with you
#i need this man so bad#one chance mike please ONE CHANCE#five nights at freddy's#five nights at freddy's movie#fnaf movie#mike schmidt#mike schmidt/reader#mike schmidt x reader#mike schmidt smut#josh hutcherson
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Forbidden (Part 7): That Was A First
+18 Smut
Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: The night with Stephen at the Sanctum Sanctorum takes a somewhat interesting turn
Word Count: 5,6k
Warnings: Dry humping, cuming in pants (and panties)
A/N: This was such a fun to write and I really hope you guys like it. It isn't much but be patient with our reader, she is learning ;)
SERIES MASTERLIST
Ultraviolet played softly through the TV speakers as you and Stephen were sprawled out on the couch in the living room of the Sanctum Sanctorum.
The night that seemed to be a real failure, took a completely different turn when he rescued you from one of the terrible parties at Mike's house and now you were lost between kisses, confessions and giggles.
"So..." He pressed when he noticed that you were too quiet while listening to the song.
You smile broadly. "It's hard to be impartial in my analysis when you said you think of me when you listen to this song."
He chuckled, placing a small kiss on your cheek and moving his lips down your chin and then back up, practically nuzzling his face onto yours. The touch of the goatee making your body tingle. He bit your earlobe and whispered to the lyrics of the song to tease you.
"Baby, baby, baby, light my way."
His baritone was so sexy in that context that it made your entire body shake.
"Okay, I think I like it... very much." You responded, cupping his face and pulling him back to your lips. Again and again. You just knew that you would never be tired of kissing those lips.
He hummed with satisfaction, his arms that were around your waist pulled you closer and you fit your leg between his, easily getting used to that new proximity.
When you broke the kiss you found yourself tracing the small bruises on his face. You didn't like that, it was inconceivable for you that someone or something would want to hurt such a pretty face.
"Are you going to tell me how you got hurt?"
He sighed. "I had a meeting with two former Kamar Tag students who ended up taking the wrong path and they didn’t make things easy for me. My mission was to bring them back or..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but you understood. You weren't naive, Stephen's job was to protect the world, but not all people could be saved, especially not when they became a danger to other people. Tony had already explained that to you.
"Maybe it's better if I don't talk about my work..." Stephen started to say, but you interrupted him.
"No, please. You can tell me anything. I'm not a child, Stephen. I understand how the world works.
He smiled and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers on his face again.
"I just hate seeing you hurt. Especially those cheekbones." You placed a small kiss on his wound and watched as he moved his fingers in a complicated gesture and a golden light emanated from them. He brought the light to his face and like magic the bruises closed and then disappeared as if they had never been there.
"Better now?" He smiled widely, probably noticing your surprised and delighted expression.
"This was so incredible!" You gasped.
"You haven't seen anything yet, sweetheart." He giggled holding your face in both hands and kissing your lips softly.
"Then show me. I want to see you do magic."
"I prefer the term spells." He corrected you and you rolled your eyes.
"It's the same thing."
"We'll have plenty of time for that. I promise. And eventually I can use a spell or two on you." He teased, pulling you back to his lips and you surrendered with a hum, letting him control the kiss.
You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but a part of you liked the idea. Dating a sorcerer was pretty sexy, actually.
Stephen pushed his hips against you so you could feel his hard on and although it was all new, you didn't flinch this time, on the contrary, you let out a little moan in his lips that made him tangle his fingers in your hair and deepen the kiss, turning it into a clash of angry tongues and teeth.
He was the one who pulled away gently and then admitted it, "Fuck, sweetheart, look what you do to me." Then he grabbed your hand and brought it to his hip. You palmed his erection, slightly surprised at how massively large he seemed even confined within those tight jeans.
He sighed satisfied with the touch, staring at you as if he wanted to analyze your reaction.
You opened your mouth and closed it again, biting the inside of your cheek instead of saying what was on your mind.
"What is it?" He asked and you hid your face in the crook of his neck inhaling deeply, delighting in his scent.
"No no, sweetheart, let's make a deal. From now on you're going to tell me whatever's on your mind. Okay? You can trust me."
"I don't know..."
"Y/n...please."
You groaned in surrender. "I was just going to say that you just feel so..."
"Big?" He teased with a cocky smile.
You nodded, hiding your face in him again. "I mean, how is this supposed to fit..."
"It won't be a problem, love, you were made to take me inside you. You'll see."
Stephen couldn't believe you were there in his arms after he spent so long pining over you believing he could never have you. It was even more unbelievable when he realized that he would be your first. There were so many things he wanted to show you, so many ways to achieve pleasure. He was dying to finally have you, but he was mature enough to understand that he would have to have a little patience. He would have to take it slow, testing the water and seeing how far you would let him go.
Stephen had been without sex for almost six months and it was making it harder for him to hold himself together, being there alone with you in his arms and although he was mature enough to control himself, a part of him was willing to tease you a little and that was precisely what he did when he grabbed the fabric of your dress and lifted it up a little revealing your thighs to him.
"You know, America bought a certain magazine and I ended up seeing some pretty compromising photos of you."
You smiled proudly, but didn't say anything.
"Imagine my surprise when I discovered that you have a tattoo here." He said, finally laying eyes on the intricate bouquet of flowers that you had tattooed on your right thigh and that outlined it getting dangerously close to your crotch. He traced the outlines of the design with his trembling fingers, moving up your dress enough to get a peek at your panties. They were pink and lacy, and his cock pulsed inside his pants.
"Did you like it?" You asked innocently and Stephen swallowed thickly.
"Oh, I loved it." He responded mischievously and then turned his attention back to the actual drawing. "But I'm curious, why tattoo here?"
"Looks good in a bikini." You responded with a playful smile on your lips.
"Hum, I guess I need to see that."
"You'll have to take me to the beach."
"Oh, it's definitely in my plans now."
You smiled broadly already contemplating the idea of seeing Stephen in trunks.
"So, you liked the photos?"
"I loved them, sweetheart, but I don't like the idea of other men looking at you.
"Hum, jealous?"
He smirked. "Perhaps a bit, but I definitely loved the photos."
You hummed happily watching him trace the flower petals gently with his fingers.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, genuinely curious. Stephen never thought about getting tattooed. Not because of the pain, he was used to feeling pain, but because he didn't think it suited him. It was totally the opposite with you. He loved each one of your tattoos.
"Tattooing?"
"Yeah."
You thought for a second as if you were choosing the best way to explain.
"It hurts a little, not a lot. But it depends on the place too. This one was pretty painful. But I have a good resistance to tattoo pain. It's quite different with piercings, though."
"I heard that some people even like the pain." He pointed out and you grimaced.
"Definitely not me. I am a crybaby when it comes to pain."
He smirked, pulling down your dress again and covering the tattoo completely. "I'll be very gentle, then."
You felt your cheeks getting hot again. He was so cocky and sweet and dirty all at the same time. He was passionate and you couldn't resist him, you could feel yourself literally melting for him, totally aware of the wetness in your panties and you had never felt that way for any man.
Suddenly you felt a little bold.
"There's one you haven't seen yet." You told him knowing it would make him interested and at the same time trying to hide how much his comment messed with you. "No one has seen it yet."
He smirked kissing you "I'm afraid to ask where it is, sweetheart."
You chuckled, turning onto your stomach and crossing your feet, swaying your legs cutely in the air.
"Why don't you search for it, then?" You suggested giving him a sweet wink.
He chuckled in disbelief but gave in to curiosity and sat down.
"Is not here." He said tickling your feet and making you giggle. His hands ran down your legs and you closed your eyes feeling the heat and gentle tremor of his hands running up your thighs.
"It's not on your legs, nor on your thighs. Perhaps..."
You bit your bottom lip when his hands went under your dress. That was without a doubt the most erotic thing you had ever done. - Forget the shitty handjob.
"Can I?" Stephen asked, a little unsure of what he was doing, but when you hummed positively, he felt impelled to continue. He lifted the delicate fabric of your dress and was treated to the sight of your cute little round ass adorned by the lace of your pink panties. Your skin was so delicate that all Stephen could think about was how beautiful it would look with his red handprint on it. But instead, he caressed your cheeks, feeling his cock throbbing again in his pants.
"Definitely not here."
He continued lifting the dress until he finally found it, in your lower back, above the waistband of your panties. Just one word written in delicate cursive: sweetheart.
Stephen couldn't contain the little groan that escaped his lips. He was speechless, one part of his brain went into short circuit and the other was trying to understand if that was on purpose or not, but you answered his silent question almost immediately.
"I made it after the night you called me like this for the first time. I didn't tell anyone and I know it was a bad idea, but I like it. I like it even more now."
Stephen traced the letters with his fingers and without holding back he leaned to kiss the tattoo lingeringly, watching your skin prickle with the touch and to his surprise you pressed your thighs together and moaned. An unmistakable sweet little moan.
Stephen was determined to play nice, but you had just made everything very difficult for him. He could barely think straight. All his blood seemed to immediately descend into his dick.
"You always wanted to be my sweetheart, didn't you?" His voice sounded almost shaky coming from behind you and you couldn't deny the truth in his words.
"Yes."
Stephen moved his lips up your back, biting your skin over the thin fabric of your dress. He was practically on top of you and even though he was holding most of his weight in his arms, you could feel it and it felt so good.
When he brushed aside your hair and ran his lips down the back of your neck, your entire body trembled and you gasped, delighting in the feeling of his beard on your skin.
"Feels good, uh?" He teased and you responded with a shaky uhum.
He chuckled, pleased to see your reaction to his touch, and brought his lips to your ear. He licked and nibbled it and then spoke in his baritone voice. "I'm not going to take your virginity tonight, but that doesn't mean we can't play a little."
You barely realized you were holding your breath until it escaped your mouth in slow puffs.
He pressed his hard on against you, grinding himself in your ass and it felt so good. For the first time in your life, you craved the intrusion. You wanted him inside you.
"That is if you want it, of course." He whispered in your other ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to, Y/n. Never. But you'll have to tell me."
You hummed trying to find your voice. "I want to."
"Good girl." He cooed letting out a satisfied hum and got off of you and laid down by your side again.
"Then lay down here on top of me." He instructed cupping your cheek and kissing you softly.
Your cheeks were hot, but your entire body was hot now. The arousal between your legs so obvious that even you could smell it.
You moved to do as he asked, but he corrected you. “Hike up your dress.”
You overcame your shyness and knelt down next to him and did as he asked, but before you could straddle him, he flicked his fingers and his jeans and shirt were replaced by a pair of sweatpants and a tee.
"How did you do that?" You gasped.
"Lots of practice." He responded grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.
"I like your panties. Does the bra match them?"
You just nodded, unable to say anything.
"Hum, would you let me see it?" He asked, lifting his hips up to make you feel his erection on your core. The sensation made his entire body shake.
"I don't know, Stephen. What if someone shows up and sees us?"
He shook his head confidently, "Wong and America will be spending the night at the Kamar Taj. They're most likely sleeping right now."
You thought for a moment and then confirmed with him "We are not having sex tonight."
Stephen shook his head and smirked watching you take off your dress and throw it on the floor and then he devoured you with his eyes. All matching in pink lace, all for him. Your breasts were small, but they were beautiful. His cock pulsed beneath you.
"There are many ways to have sex, sweetheart and not all of them involve penetration. I'll show you."
He held your waist with one hand and the other he took between you and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants positioning it the way he wanted and then he opened his arms for you. "Come here."
You surrendered to his request and let yourself be enveloped by his strong arms. Your legs on either side of his waist, straddling him and when you dropped the weight of your body on top of him, the contact of his erection on your covered core made you both gasp at the sensation.
You could feel how hard he was and he could feel the moisture seeping through the fabric of your panties and making him wet.
Stephen was so proud to be responsible for making you wet like that. All the surprise and sudden fear of discovering that you were a virgin was replaced by satisfaction and uncontrollable desire. Knowing you were so innocent sparked something in him and only his conscience was holding him back. However, he felt his control slipping away with each passing second.
He cupped your cheeks with both hands and kissed you hard and then moved his lips down your chin, nibbling lightly until he reached your neck. He kissed, bit and sucked the skin pulling a hum from your throat and without you realizing you started to grind yourself in his erection and Stephen felt as if an electric current had passed through his body.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Stephen teased moving his hands to your ass cheeks and forcing you back and forth and without any shame he moaned.
"Shit, it definitely feels good for me."
You couldn't believe what you were doing. Your cheeks were so hot they felt like they were on fire, your entire body was shaking and you couldn't respond because you seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
Still, your body seemed to have a mind of its own and before you knew it you were moving alone on top of him, completely surrendered to the desire that took over you.
"Oh my god, Stephen... what are we doing?"
He smirked and bit your chin "We are having fun, sweetheart. Tell me, does it feel good?"
You moaned, increasing the pace of your hips on top of him, his hard cock providing you with delicious friction on your covered clit.
You cupped his face between your hands and pulled him for a desperate kiss, your tongue entered his mouth and clashed with his in a battle of pure lust. Stephen hummed in your mouth, positively surprised by your change in behavior resulting from your arousal state.
"Feels so good... Oh Stephen..." You whimpered, letting yourself be carried away by the moment and he wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you impossibly close to him.
"You can hide your face in me if it helps you feel more comfortable." He said. "Just keep moving, sweetheart. Don't stop."
You did exactly as he suggested, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, letting your body guide you through all the sensations, inhaling Stephen's scent into your lungs and feeling the familiar knot tightening in your stomach. It was embarrassing, but your walls clenched around nothing.
"Stephen..."
His name. Stephen lost count of how many times he found himself fantasizing about you moaning his name like that. It was so beautiful. The sweet noises you made were so beautiful.
He hummed thrusting up to increase the sensation and you could feel his dick throbbing beneath you and somehow you knew he was as close as you were.
"It's okay, sweetheart, don't hold back, let go for me. Pretend you're alone in your room doing whatever you do when you think of me." He whispered in your ear.
Stephen knew you were holding back, shyness getting in your way, preventing you from reaching your sweet release, but when you followed his advice, he felt your movements getting faster, your sweet pussy rubbing against his dick faster and harder and so quickly he understood that you had finished, he also felt himself cumming.
Your heart was pounding in your ears. Your eyes were closed, but you could see flashes of light in the darkness as your entire body seemed to convulse on top of Stephen's. You moaned loudly and your moan was followed by Stephen's groan and you felt his body trembling beneath yours and then a strange wetness wetted between your legs. It took you a few seconds to understand what it was and when you did you felt your entire face burning. You thought it was ridiculous that you were still capable of blushing after what you had done, but Stephen thought it was adorable.
He stroked your hair and you finally found the courage to look at him and when you did there was a wide smile on his lips and his eyes had a sparkle that you had never seen before. He caressed your cheeks and before saying anything, he gently pulled you to his lips and kissed you softly. When he broke the kiss you opened your mouth, but closed it again not knowing what to say and ended up nuzzling your face in his. Like a cat. You just wanted to be so fucking close to him. Never ever to be apart again.
"You okay?" He asked, sounding just as unsure as you were. Your entire body was shaking, but you nodded and he held you in his arms.
"Sweetheart, you can talk to me."
You cleared your throat. "I don't know what to say. I've never done this before. I don't know what people talk about after they do it."
Stephen smiled. "We can talk about anything. You can start by telling me what's on your mind right now." He suggested.
"I love you." You ran to say before you lost your courage and Stephen smiled again. A smile you hadn't seen before. A little surprised, a little incredulous, but extremely satisfied.
"It's what's on my mind right now, but at the same time it feels like it's all over my body. I've never felt like this before."
"It's your hormones. Oxytocin to be precise. I’m feeling it too. It's always special when you do it with someone you love. And we barely did anything, sweetheart."
You cupped his face "Do you? Love me?"
He sighed, holding your chin between his index finger and thumb. "Yes I do. I've fought my feelings for so long, Y/n. You have no idea how good it feels to finally be able to feel them."
You nodded. "Actually I do. I loved you from the first moment I saw you and I waited five years for Tony to bring you back to me. Still, I never thought I could have you. I thought I would always have to love you from afar."
Stephen held your face between his shaking hands. "I'm here now. We're together, sweetheart."
You felt your eyes getting wet with tears, so many feelings building up in your chest, your stomach was feeling weird, but you fought against it, afraid that Stephen might find it childish to see you crying.
"I still can't believe what we just did." You said hiding your face in him.
"Hey, none of that! No more shyness. I want you to tell me, did you like it? Because, I think it was pretty obvious that I liked it."
You gave a small giggle. You were well aware of the mess between your legs. "I liked it. It was really good. I've never... well, you know."
"What?" He insisted.
"I've never cum with someone before. It's always been a solo experience."
He smirked, "I don't know if we can classify it as solo if I was on your mind the whole time." He teased.
He was so cocky, even at that moment. But you liked it.
"I never thought it could be done like this." You confessed and Stephen chuckled, stroking your back absently.
"Men can be creative when they want to have sex. And there are many ways to do it. I'll show you. To be honest, I'm pretty excited about the idea of being your first. Being the one who will show you all the good stuff."
You smiled to yourself, feeling your body slowly relax. Your heartbeat returning to normal.
"I thought if you knew I was a virgin, you would get scared and run away."
He shook his head. "I was scared, really, but I didn't think about running away from you. Quite the opposite."
You smiled and pulled him back to your lips and Stephen sighed contently, feeling all his worries melt away as he realized that you were okay with what you’ve done.
He knew he hadn't planned it, but in his defense, seeing that tattoo on you did things to him.
Either way he was more than pleased with the way the night turned out. There were definitely a few months of pent-up sexual frustration inside him and his hands helped to a certain extent, but he needed something more. And as much as dry humping seemed like a teenager thing to him, he couldn't deny that he loved the experience. However, the resulting mess left him feeling wet and sticky and definitely in need of a shower.
He caressed your face gently.
"I need to clean up now, sweetheart. I made quite a mess in my pants."
You agreed, dismounting and sat down next to him, looking a little unsure of what to do next.
Stephen stood up and allowed himself to actually look at you dressed only in a set of pink lingerie, your panties wet with your fluids and his. Your hair was all messed up, your lips were swollen from all the kisses and the skin around your mouth was burned by his beard. You looked beautiful and most importantly, you were his. He was still trying to get used to the idea.
He reached out to you. "Come on. I'll give you a change of clean clothes. You can't keep those dirty panties."
You looked at him a little shyly, but you let yourself be pulled. Stephen grabbed your dress and the two of you slowly walked up the stairs.
Stephen's room was bigger than the room you slept in the night he saved you at the night club. His bed was huge, a four poster bed.
You barely noticed that you had stopped in the middle of the room to stare at the bed or that he had left you to your thoughts and walked away when he returned with a tee and a boxer brief and handed them to you.
"You can use the bathroom. Make yourself at home. I'm going to take a shower in the next room. I'll be back in a minute."
You nodded, watching him grab a change of clothes and leave the room.
Stephen didn't know what to expect from the rest of the night, but it was already after 3 am when he went down to the Sanctum lounge to turn off the TV, which was now playing some random music that he didn't recognize. He picked up the bottle of wine and the glasses and took them to the kitchen and then picked up your jacket and boots and went back to his room.
You were sitting in one of the armchairs next to the fireplace. His tee was big enough to cover your thighs and you had braided your hair now. The little makeup you were wearing seemed to disappear. He had never seen you so natural, so simple and yet so beautiful. Stephen was still reluctant to understand how you could bewitch him like that. He never felt that way about any woman.
"I used your toothbrush. I hope you don't mind." You informed with a shy smile.
"Not at all." He responded closing the bedroom door and placing your boots on the floor next to the bed and hanging your jacket on the free armchair next to you.
"I don't know what I should do now. Should I leave?" You said being one hundred percent sincere. You had never had that level of intimacy with anyone, you didn't know how things worked and looking at Stephen dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt was giving you an air of domesticity that was achingly passionate and inviting.
Stephen shook his head, "No. I mean, I can take you home if you want. In fact, I can open a portal to your room right now, but... I don't want you to leave."
You smiled shaking your head "I don't want to go either. I don't want to be away from you."
He reached out to you, "Then stay with me. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to your room, if you want."
You pretended to think for a moment, but the truth was that you agreed to the idea immediately.
"Don't think too much. We did nothing wrong." Stephen reaffirmed. "It was actually really good and you are still a virgin as I promised." He smirked. "Spend the night with me. I won't try anything else, I promise."
You sighed, holding his hand and letting yourself be dragged to the bed.
"Smart girls would say it's not smart to go to bed with the guy you like on the first date." You teased as you crawled under the comforter and made yourself comfortable on the pillows. Stephen's scent was permeating them and that was definitely your favorite scent now.
"Practically speaking, we can't even say this was a date. At least not a traditional one." He responded and to your surprise he took off his shirt before lying down next to you and you had to swallow your saliva when you saw him half naked for the first time.
"We… drank wine and danced... It's...very traditional for me." You struggled to finish the thought. Of course you knew that Stephen had a well-defined physique. Just by looking at him you could already deduce that, and you could also feel his muscles under his shirt, but actually seeing them was something else entirely. You were practically drooling and you doubted he didn't notice the way you were devouring him with your eyes, but he didn't say anything, just crawled under the comforter with you. You felt your body becoming tense at the new situation, but Stephen had a way of making everything better just by smiling at you.
"Remember I mentioned before about using a spell or two on you?" He said touching your neck. "I guess I'll have to do it now if we don't want Pepper to see this."
You touched the spot where he was touching and your skin felt slightly sore.
"Did you leave a hickey on me?" You asked incredulously. You had just brushed your teeth in front of the mirror. How did you not see that?
He smirked, "In my defense, you didn't make things easy for me when you made me feel so good."
You chuckled, "So now it's my fault?"
"For being cute and delicious? Yes."
Before you could think of how to respond to that, he moved his fingers and orange light emanated from his hand.
You flinched a little. "Will it hurt?" You asked and he shook his head.
"No, but you will feel a strange sensation. May I?"
You nodded and he brought his hand closer, letting his magic touch you. It was warm and ticklish, but it wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, you even liked it.
"And it's done." He reported and just as it came, the orange light disappeared.
"This is super cool." You said "Can you show me more?"
He smiled. Sometimes you reminded him of America. So young and excited about everything. But Stephen shook his head, dismissing the thought and berating himself. He definitely needed to stop comparing you to America now.
"I will, but not tonight. I think you've had too many new experiences for one night."
You sighed in frustration, rolling your eyes. "Now you're talking like you're my dad."
"Well, I'm old enough to be, aren't I?"
"Okay. Whatever."
You lifted your head and adjusted the pillows trying to get comfortable. Stephen adjusted himself, turning to his side and took your hand in his, your fingers intertwining.
"We need to talk about something important." He said, blue eyes fixed on you.
"What?"
"Birth control. I assume you're not on anything."
"I didn't need to be...until now."
Stephen nodded, reaching his other hand to touch your cheek. "It's okay. You're right. You had no reason to use anything if you weren't sexually active, but now we need to think about it and I don't want you to think for even a second that you need to figure it all out on your own."
You nodded. "You're a doctor. You can prescribe something for me."
He smirked. "For your head, certainly. Or if you're having some trouble with your nerves. I'm a neurosurgeon, sweetheart. But what I can actually do is refer an old co-worker to you. She works in a hospital not too far from here. You can talk to her and choose the best method for you."
You nodded and Stephen leaned to kiss your lips softly and then sighed. "And I'm going to get tested for STDs. Even though it's been almost six months since I've had sex, I want to be sure."
You looked at him, looking surprised.
"What is it?"
But you just shook your head and bit your bottom lip.
"Tell me."
"It's just... being who you are and because of your appearance... I didn't think you'd go this long without..."
He nodded. "All my sexual relations over the last few years have been one-night stands, sweetheart. And to be quite honest, being in love with you, no woman has seemed like a good enough substitute."
"That's sweet." You smiled realizing you were tracing his goatee with your index finger and giving a long yawn.
"I like your goatee. I think I have a thing for men with nice facial hair"
Stephen kissed your hand sweetly and caressed your cheek.
"And I love you." He completed. "But I'll let you sleep now, sweetheart. We can talk more in the morning."
"Hum, okay. Good night." You answered with your eyes already closed.
"Good night."
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❝love languages❞
pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader.
cw: brief mention of drug use.
words: 1.2k.
I think eddie has three love languages: gift giving/receiving, quality time, and physical touch
as eddie is someone who didn’t grow up with a lot, he and his uncle often had to make do with what they had. whether it meant packing school lunches with what little was left in the fridge or sewing up the holes in eddie’s jacket with scraps from old bed sheets, eddie grew up understanding the value of doing what you can for another person out of love
which makes eddie an excellent gift-giver
eddie almost always has something to give you whenever he sees you
on your very first anniversary, eddie thrifted some fancy spoons and turned the handles into matching rings for you both, presenting yours to you at lover’s lake with a flourishing bow. he wears his damn near everywhere, he never takes it off
he also insisted on making each other’s lunches for valentine’s day and came to school with a PB&J cut (very badly) into the shape of a heart
he’s so surprisingly romantic that the hellfire club can’t even make fun of him for being so smitten with you. it’s just too cute ;-;
(and mike absolutely takes notes for el)
actually, dustin isn’t above teasing him. eddie may flay him on the track field for everyone to see but it’s worth it for the bit
eddie is also a FIRM believer in matching clothes
you bet your ass he’ll show up to school with a fresh new jean jacket under his arm for you
“I’ll even help you spruce it up! could put your favorite band on here, or rainbows and ponies, whatever the hell you want”
and he loves seeing you in it. he feels this insane pride when, even on a hot day, you’ve got it tied around your waist because you just wanna show off the cool jacket your boyfriend got you
eddie, in return, doesn’t want anything fancy
as I said before, he’s used to making do with what he has, but he always appreciates when you do go out of your way to get him something
even if you pick some flowers off the side of the road and present it to him at the door to his trailer on movie night, he’ll act like you’ve just given him a dozen red roses and keep them in a vase on his window sill until they start to die
and even then he’ll just dry them out and put them back in the vase afkdjfsdf
also pls give him new patches for his jacket
literally every single thing you’ve given him is displayed somewhere in his room or kept in a shoebox in his closet for safekeeping
he never wants to lose a thing. he’s 100% the type to keep things from his loved ones for as long as possible
also.... if ur into it.... I think he’d really like to get matching piercings with you
it would be a spur of the moment kinda thing? and probably something small in case you might get in trouble
you hold each other’s hands when you get them done and he’s got the biggest smile on his face when you’re all done
even if you don’t end up getting a piercing, he’ll really appreciate you being there. he’ll even pretend the piercing really hurts (it’s like his fifth one) so you’ll comfort him with kisses afterwards
speaking of which,, eddie is such a sucker for physical comfort
eddie is a big fan of casual touch so it shouldn’t be a surprise
before you start dating, eddie would grab you by the shoulders or tackle you in the hallway on the way to class
you get very used to feeling his hands on you whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity
if you had an issue with this, he’d of course back off because he’s a Gentleman, but if you’re fine with it, he’s just all over you all the time
it’s kind of what gives it away that he has feelings for you before he confesses
as those feelings deepen, the touches become a lot less casual
instead of jerking you around by the shoulders, he squeezes them gently between his big hands, sometimes bold enough to let his fingers graze your collarbone just to see you shiver
he’d come in for big hugs and tuck his face into your neck, mouth SUSPICIOUSLY close to the skin there
(the closer and more comfortable you are, the more likely he is to plant a sneaky little kiss there. so faint, you spend the rest of the day in a daze wondering if it actually happened)
he comes up behind you very often and the heat of him at your back as he taunts you in a low voice damn near sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head-
I’m getting carried away
now, these gestures are easy for him because they’re often not openly sensual. you could pass it off as him just playing around, trying to tease you
but when you’re dating and he’s off the deep end? even the slightest touch can have him melting
you’re sitting behind him on his mattress while he plays guitar and you start braiding his hair? skdjfasfkjfsf
you wipe his face clean after getting messy cooking in his kitchen? AKSFJAKSJFfh
you’re goofing around and blow some smoke into his mouth in lieu of a kiss? just like. kill him already
he’s sos daksjfkafsfaddfadgsd\
AHHHHHHH
god,,, you turn him into the biggest simp
you’re the morticia to his gomez, he fucking worships you
and finally, he loves spending time with you
he absolutely ropes you into the hellfire club, and whether you play or just like to watch, he’s always looking over his dm screen to steal glimpses of you
he’s especially elated if you’re following along with the story every week if you’re not playing
and if you are playing, he tries very hard not to give you extra special treatment because the boys would tear him limb from limb
he loves playing guitar for you as well
because you come over so often, he often plays you songs that his band is working on and love songs that he’s had on repeat since he first met you
he gets a little twitchy and nervous when you watch him so intently but the way your eyes light up during his performance is like. he could die right then and there and have no regrets other than not getting to spend the rest of his life with you
when he gets really riled up over jason being a dickhead, you’ll take him into the woods behind school where he’ll vent and then scream it out together with you until you’re both laughing and spent
and every single time, no matter what, he’s so thankful that you gave him a chance
he just loves you a lot. you make the shitty parts of life feel less shitty
you know that quote from everything, everywhere, all at once? the one that’s like “in another life, I would’ve really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”? eddie feels that way for you
even if everything else sucks, he really does believe having you to come back to would make it all worth it
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Jack O'Lantern Kiss | Eddie Munson
Day One of Kinktober
Summary: Carving pumpkins with your best friend Eddie leads to confessions you may or may not have always wanted to hear.
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, brief mention of Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham
wc: ~2k
Content Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, unrequited love, allusions to smut, hickies. This story takes place in an au where the upside down is not a thing. Although this is a pretty tame story, my blog is 18+ so Minors DNI.
A special thank you to my love and collab partner @darknesseddiem. I am so thankful to know you. Here's to an amazing October!
It was your favorite time of the year. The unforgiving Hawkins summer had ended its assault and the fiery leaves crunch underneath your boots and you can finally have an excuse to curl up with your favorite metalhead and read books all day. You had been best friends with Eddie Munson since 10th grade math (when he was in 11th grade) where you helped him figure out how to find x in beginner algebra equations. You immediately fell head over heels for him, but when he began dating Chrissy Cunningham, you learned how to stoke the fire in your heart to embers. Eddie and you continued to get closer throughout high school. Chrissy never made a fuss and you felt like a constant plus one in their little universe. Eddie was the first one to give you a swooping hug after walking the stage (about 20 minutes after he did). You both had dreams to leave sleepy Hawkins and find yourselves in some big city where you could cheer each other on from your shared apartment. You never imagined Eddie not being in your life; you knew he was your soulmate. It wasn’t until this past August that you considered it might be as more than friends.
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Eddie called you at 3 in the morning on August 12th. You jolted up, body dusted in a light sheen of sweat from the near 30 degree night. You reached for the receiver and held it to your ear with a groggy hello. You were met with a small sniffle. You knew it was your Eddie.
“Ed? What’s wrong?” You immediately were shaken from your sleepy daze.
“She… she-” Eddie cut himself off with a pitiful sob. You let out a long sigh and hung up the phone with a soft ‘I’ll be right there, Eddie’.
The drive to Forest Hills Trailer Park was usually 15 minutes. You were there in 5. You had never heard Eddie cry before, and never expected to hear him cry that hard. You spent the night petting his head and hearing him weep into your body. Three years he had spent loving Chrissy Cunningam, when she had fallen out of love with him a while ago (if she had ever truly loved him at all).
Since that night, you and Eddie had been inseparable - the impossibly close bond getting closer. You barely knew what your own bedroom looked like as you were almost constantly sleeping at Eddie’s trailer, him being too upset to sleep alone. You watched movies, went to hellfire ‘alumni’ meetings (Eddie called them that but you knew it was just a way for him to make sure that Mike and Dustin were running the club properly), and watched any and all Corroded Coffin gigs you could get to. Hugs became more frequent and Eddie would use any excuse to hold your hand. He was touch starved, and you could tell he was taking this out on you. But why would he not, you were his best friend, and even though you knew that’s where your relationship drew a line, you liked melting into Eddie’s arms or smiling at his forehead kisses.
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October brought more scary movies and smoke sessions around the bonfire in Steve Harrington’s backyard. As the month wrapped up, like the weather, Eddie got colder. You knew that Halloween was going to be the first holiday without Chrissy and he was feeling it. You still grabbed his hand and gave him small smiles, but you often got glassy brown puppy dog eyes matched with a small smile. You wanted to take this pain away for him and had just the idea.
You fiddled with the old lock on Eddie’s trailer door, fumbling the grocery bag in your hands and careful not to step on the two bright orange pumpkins that stand on the concrete steps. You knew you had minimal time to prepare this surprise until Eddie was back from the body shop. You wiggle the knob one more time before it gives and you spill inside the homey space. You drop the bag on the kitchen counter and hastily grab the pumpkins from the step. 15 minutes later, you had flyers sprawled across the counter, the pumpkins sitting neatly on them, adorned with different carving tools and sharpies around them. In small bowls on the stove, Eddie’s favorite snacks: cheese balls, M&Ms, skittles and a bag of cool ranch Doritos. You startle at the door slamming open and stomps of Eddie's feet on the linoleum. You get up from the couch and greet him at the door.
“Hey sweetheart… what’s this??” Eddie’s frown turns upwards when he lays his eyes on your set up in his kitchen. He wraps you in a tight hug.
“Just something that I thought would cheer you up” you muffle your words into his chest. You look up at his chocolate eyes. “I know Halloween is your favorite, so thought we could start the festivities.” His eyes glass over, tears threatening to spill. “No, no Eddie, please don’t cry” You reach your hands up to cup his face.
“No, sweetheart. These are good tears. Thank you for thinking of me.” He grabs your wrists to lower your hands and he kisses you on the cheek. “I’m gonna go change out of these dirty coveralls and then we can get this party started” The boy’s lopsided smile returned before he pushed away from you and trotted down the small hallway to his room. You made your way back into the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a dumbstruck smile on your face and butterflies threatening to erupt in your stomach. Your cheek burned where Eddie had kissed you and you raised your hand to trace over the spot. You wanted this feeling to last forever. You are pulled out of your trance when Eddie meets you in the kitchen, his hands trapping you against the counter. You smile up at the boy and your heart takes a tumble. Eddie had put his hair back in a low bun and you thought you were going to pass out from how good he looked, how close he was. His lips look so plump and his cheeks a perfect blush to give his alabaster skin some color. Your best friend was perfect. You smile back up at him.
“Well, since you set all of this up, the least I can do is make us some hot chocolate.” The boy quips. When you nod and smile in agreement, he grabs your hips and sits you up on the counter. You watch him in content while he putters around his kitchen. He passes you your favorite tomato soup mug full of steaming hot chocolate. He sips at his mug, eyes never leaving yours. You could feel tension growing so thick it could be cut with a knife - but what kind of tension? You were unsure.
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You spent the next two hours throwing pumpkin seeds at each other across the kitchen while Eddie’s new Black Sabbath cassette played in the background. Two faces full of shy adoration and a room full of giggles. You finally turned your pumpkin towards Eddie to show him your final design - a simple outline of a black cat and a bat stares back at Eddie. Eddie reveals his own pumpkin to show two skeletons holding hands.
“Well that doesn’t look like a scary pumpkin at all” you tease. Eddie throws a handful of skittles at you. Both of you Erupt into a fit of giggles as you both grab handfuls of snacks that you can find and toss them at each other. Eddie lunges at you in an attempt to halt the food war. His hands wrap tightly around your waist and your laughter gets caught in your throat. Your smile falls as the tension finally feels like it is going to snap. You can see Eddie studying your eyes for any sort of discomfort. Although he finds some hesitation, he knows you feel safe - that you want him to be there with you. It’s the most devotion he has honestly felt in almost a year. Chrissy never looked at him the way you do; but if he was being honest with himself, he didn’t look at Chrissy the way he looks at you either. His eyes flicker to your lips as he licks his.
“Eddie,” you whisper. You feel as if all of the air around you has become thick, unable to breathe it in. The curly haired boy inches his face closer to yours, foreheads resting on each other. His breath fans lightly at your face and you can tell Eddie is feeling the same way as you. You nudge your nose against his as a silent plea for him to come closer. He obliges and presses his lips softly to yours.
You felt electricity jolt down your spine, goosebumps riddled your body. This is what you have wanted for longer than you would like to admit. Eddie’s hands migrate up your back to cradle your face. His long fingers find purchase in your hair while his thumbs rub circles onto your cheeks. You pull yourself away to look at the boy.
“Eddie… please don’t do this because you miss her…” you whimpered. You couldn’t handle this being a one and done situation. You had gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Eddie as yours and you would rather die than give that up now.
“Sweetheart… I… I have been so stupid. I should have broken up with Chrissy long before she broke up with me…” Your eyes search Eddie’s and all you can feel is warmth. He’s telling the truth.
“Eddie, why??”
“Because I’m in love with you… and I have been for a while” Eddie lets out a chuckle while tears threaten to spill over his lashes again. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest and you couldn’t help the ear splitting grin growing on your face. “I thought that being with Chrissy was supposed to be… right. But it way you all along. I tried to forget my feelings for you because I fooled myself into thinking that I was in love with her… But these past few months…” Eddie trailed as he studies every detail of your face; waiting for you to tell him to fuck off, or to push him away, but you keep him pleasantly waiting.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time, Eddie. I just tried to push it down, I wanted you to be happy”
You barely have time to finish your sentence and Eddie’s lips are back on yours. His move in sync with yours like you were made for each other. You lift your chin up to grant Eddie access to deepen the kiss. His tongue swipes over your bottom lip and you let out a content moan as his tongue enters your mouth. He pushes you backwards so you are again trapped between his body and the counter, pushing you up to resume your previous position. Eddie moves his kisses to the side of your mouth, then trails them down your jawbone to the pulsepoint behind your ear. He can feel your breath hitch when he sucks down to form a beautiful indigo bruise on your neck. He can’t help but smile against your body. He wants to devour you whole, leave you nothing but a gasping mess underneath him. His hands run up your sides, desperate to feel more of you. You break the kiss to help Eddie discard your shirt. His hands were magnetic - they now needed to be a permanent fixture on your body. His eyes fixed on your skin with such adoration your head spun. your own hands track up his torso to his neck to pull him back into you. As your lips reconnect, Eddie’s hands move south to the tops of your thighs. His hands find purchase at the apex of your hips and he feels you shudder against his mouth. The anticipation of feeling him where you want him the most was killing you. But Eddie pulls away from you suddenly, his eyes lower and he grabs for your shirt that had been discarded on the floor haphazardly.
Your brows furrow in confusion while you search his face for hesitation. Your heart begins to beat wildly… Was this just a joke? A heat of the moment type deal? You could feel beads of salty tears dot your waterline.
“Eddie… Did I do something wrong?” Eddie looked at you with golden eyes full of passion. He wriggles your T-shirt over your head and holds your cheek in his hand.
“No, but I did something wrong. I don’t want this to feel like just a stupid hook up. I want to do this right because you deserve it. I love you, doll, and I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates and buy you flowers. I want to make you laugh and dress up nice for you because you deserve it.” You can feel your smile growing wickedly across your face.
“Okay, Eddie. I like the sound of that” you giggle.
“So what do you say? Wanna be my girl and make this official so we can take this to the bedroom?”
“Eddie… I thought you’d never ask.”
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When I would have byler get together (if it were up to me)
I think that byler getting together is a 2-step process.
Step 1) Have them both realize that the other one likes them back, and establish this to the audience as well. This would probably be done through some kind of confession.
Step 2) Have both of them realize that they deserve to be together.
I don’t expect byler to solve homophobia, but it is an obstacle that is keeping them apart, and they need to overcome their internal conflicts to be together. Will needs to realize that he does deserve to have happiness, and Mike needs to realize that he’s at his best when he is being himself. Byler is different from other couples, and I wouldn’t want them to be treated the same as say a relationship like Jancy. Maybe a kiss can happen at step one, but there would have to be a personal development between the first two steps before they can be together together.
Realistically there are way more steps before this esp concerning Mike, including establishing to the audience that he is gay, breaking up mileven and establishing that he loves Will. This would likely require some build-up in the first half of the season.
But where would I put these steps in the story?
Byler being together together, being boyfriends and established, is something that I can only see happening at the very end. Although those two developments I mentioned I can see happening a lot earlier.
So this is a breakdown of the three act structure:
Pretty standard stuff. Not every story follows this exactly although ST follows pretty classic storytelling rules.
I would put step one around the midpoint. This might not be exactly in the middle of the season, I would likely place it in episode 6. Three act structures are not evenly divided into three, the third act of the whole season would probably be the last episode— or two depending on how they do it.
There is a confirmation of feelings— maybe a kiss comes with that. But they aren't out of the woods yet, and it's not the only thing that they have to contend with.
In-between steps one and two is where I would put a challenge that forces them to really confront those internal conflicts. Is Mike willing to live this life truthfully? Is Will able to accept that he is allowed to live his life happily.
And step-two would come during the third act climax, so the final battle of the series. I put it here because not only is it the climax of the entire season, but it's also a climax for their emotions and their character arcs, where they are able to overcome their personal conflicts, complete their arcs, and finally be together and know that they deserve to be together.
But ya know, that's just how I would do it.
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Part 6
When Nancy and Robin returned to his house, he told them that Jonathan had found Eddie. The two of them, along with Argyle, spent the night in case the two returned.
Neither of them showed their face.
The next day, Steve was alone in his house, waiting for one of them to come by or to call and explain what happened with Eddie. When it got past noon, Steve called Eddie's home. No answer. He held it together long enough for an hour to pass before calling the Byers-Hopper place. Joyce answered but said she hadn't seen Jonathan at all today.
Honestly what was worse than the not knowing was being confused on who he was more worried about, Jonathan, who had just kissed him for the first time, or Eddie, who had seen them kiss.
Steve busied himself with cleaning and exercising mostly. He thought about talking to Robin, waaay too much to have not called her at this point. But he didn't know where to start.
The day after Jon and Eddie went MIA, Steve officially out of things to clean and he was contemplating getting some kind of gym membership when the doorbell rang.
He answered it and Jonathan was there, asked if he wanted to go on a drive and Steve accepted.
It was rare that he was a passenger. He got to watch the town go by. It was five minutes into the ride that he realized he didn't even ask where they were going.
"We're doing this whole thing, because you don't wanna date anyone, right?", Jonathan asked.
"It's not because of that. I just didn't want Dustin hounding me about not dating Robin. And then it was about getting him to stop setting me up with anyone."
"So why did you choose me? Was it just because I walked through the door? It could have been anyone, right?"
Steve thought of who else could have walked through the door that he would claim to date on the spot just to trick Dustin. The list was short. Not Robin or Nancy. None of the kids. Argyle he had just met.
......Maybe Eddie?
"Whoever you just thought of, you probably should have picked him", Jonathan said.
"I don't regret choosing you", Steve said. "Or kissing you", he added quickly.
Jonathan bit his lip. Eddie and driven them back to his place the other night and they had talked until dawn. It was just before the sun rose, when the sky was its darkest that Eddie confessed.
"I've got the hots for your boyfriend, man."
A guy in a normal situation might show offense, or possessiveness, or something. But Steve wasn't his boyfriend. He shouldn't feel that way. Like he actually wanted Steve. Because that would be crazy, wouldn't it?
"I think you and Eddie should talk."
"Did he tell you why he ran off?", Steve asked.
"Yeah. But that's not for me to say."
Steve slouched a little in his seat. "Where are you taking us anyway?"
"I have no idea. I just couldn't talk in your house, man."
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Nancy knew something was up. But she was also quite sure it was none of her business. Her two ex-boyfriends coming out as gay and dating each other was a shock to her system. But only because it had appeared to her that Steve and Eddie were the ones getting closer.
It was none of her business though. But whatever was going on was making things tense. It had been a couple of weeks since Eddie ran off in the night and he was acting like he hadn't.
It was probably no harm, no foul. He was safe and this wasn't a symptom of the Upside Down. But Nancy was never one to let things go.
And the New Year's party she was throwing was the perfect opportunity. Nancy had the house to herself. Mike was at his friend's party, her parents had gone to an office party and Holly was at a sleepover. She bulked up the guest list with some of her old girl scout buddies and some of then teens from her church (that lot could drink you under the table).
She enlisted the help of Argyle and Robin. It wasn't a complicated plan at all. She just needed Robin in on it so that she didn't release Steve at the slightest protest.
"Are we ready for this?", Nancy asked at around 11:15.
"As I'll ever be, shit", Argyle sighed.
"Nancy, you're sure this is going to work? Because it sounds like torture instead", Robin said.
Nancy looked at their quarry. Eddie, practically guarding the punch bowl, then across the room to where Steve and Eddie were sitting a respectful distance on the couch.
"This right now is torture."
So in a process that was quite surgical and precise, the three of them managed to get Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie into a closet and kept them locked in. The sounds of the party in the living room were a distant muffle.
Hopefully they could all ring in the new year as a group of friends refreshed. Instead of the stagnant air that had been around them.
Part 8 FINAL
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eddie and yn have known each other for a long time. when eddie first moved in with his uncle wayne, he was nothing but a scared kid who had been abused by his father and abandoned by his mother.
yn had known of the munson family. her father being the chief of police, she’s witnessed eric munson in the back of her fathers police car countless times. her father tried to keep her clear of criminals, but a lot of times he didn’t have a babysitter. she’d ride in the front seat of his vehicle and sometimes arrested scumbags like mister munson.
she’d seen eddie around, ultimately they weren’t in the same crowd though. yn had always been popular! all kids wanted to be friends with the chief of police daughter. she’s funny, kind, nice, and grew into a beautiful young woman.
yn seen eddie around with his short hair and battered up clothing. he was shy, stayed clear of large crowds. yn had no idea it was mostly due to being beaten down by his father, mentally and physically. once his dad was arrested for good, she’d notice a change in the boy.
eddie was louder, more vibrant, very confident. it was like he was a new person! he ended up growing his hair out, listening to loud music, and even formed a band in middle school! people already expecting him to become a two bit criminal like his father! but eddie had dreams! he was gonna get out of the shitty town of hawkins indiana and make something of himself.
yn liked that about eddie. it’s why they soon became friends right after! no one understood why someone as pretty and smart as yn could wanna hang out with someone as timid and dark as eddie, but they just made sense. soon enough, they fell in love! eddie didn’t get the courage to ask her out until his sophomore year of high school.
he tried to bury his feelings in cigarettes, weed, beer, music, and random one night stands, but in the end, he needed her more than ever.
it started off when she was asked out by none other than jason carver. yn saying yes, do to pure pressure from her friends—and the social norms of a cheerleader dating a jock—she didn’t want to though. always waiting for eddie to notice her! and he did.
eddie had been mean in the end. trying to push his best friend away, ignoring her, dodging her calls, getting wayne to cover for him. this only results in her feeling like she wasn’t enough and hating herself. wayne had been the one to talk some sense in him, shaking his head at the boy in the process, until he finally went to the hopper household and confessed his feelings for the girl of his dreams!
they dated soon after, eddie falling more and more in love with her. he still couldn’t believe he had the prettiest girl in hawkins high. she loved him back. eddie, the boy this shitty town already labeled a good for nothing trailer trash boy. yn saw more than that though. eddie was the perfect man in her eyes.
though, jim hopper heart broke when he found out his eldest child was dating—broke even more finding out eleven and mike were dating—his daughters were growing up and he didn’t like it. but he loved seeing the smiles on their faces.
eddie had been more experienced than yn. yn only ever going as far as kissing, eddie didn’t wanna rush into anything. when they finally did go further, eddie made sure to be gentle and care for her like she knew he would.
yn only fell harder for eddie. he made her feel like she’s the only girl in the world. it’s why when a few years go by and she’s holding a pregnancy test, she’s frightened that eddie would think less of her, would leave her, blame her. she doesn’t know who to turn to besides her father.
when she officially told her dad, he was ready to tear eddie munson a new one! he thought the worst from the way she was crying. but, when she stated he didn’t know yet, he calmed down, hugged his little girl, and told her everything would be fine.
finally telling eddie felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. eddie had been shocked, sure, but he told her he’d do whatever she’d want. rather that be adoption, abortion, or keeping their baby. he wasn’t gonna be a abusive asshole like his father!
yn ultimately decided to keep her baby. the pregnancy went smoothly. eddie stayed by her side every step of the way! and when they finally had their baby boy, they fell in love with him instantly. he’d been the cutest little bean they��d ever seen.
the couple still have yet to name their baby. they didn’t know what suited him. that is until wayne came in with aster flowers. yn knew then, her baby boy had the perfect name.
“what’s the little man’s name?”
eddie was gonna speak, letting wayne know they have yet to name their baby. yn beats him to it though.
“aster! aster wayne munson.”
eddie smiles lovingly at yn. he kisses the top of her head before caressing his sons cheek.
a few months go by of aster being born. he’d been the perfect little boy! though it had been an adjustment for the family! caring for a new born wasn’t easy.
yn and eddie knew they had many people around them happy to help. wayne loved having his grandson around.
school had been different for the couple. first, eddie had been a second year repeater for his senior year! being busy with yn pregnancy last school year, he’d barely showed up to class, working two jobs to make ends meet so the couple could afford everything they needed for the arrival of their baby.
going back to school had been hard for the couple. they didn’t like leaving aster. eddie being a little bit more level headed practically had to pry their son out of yn arms—though if you ask wayne or jim, they’d say they had to force them both to go to school—
eddie and yn still had their after school activities to attend to. yn being cheer captain and eddie with hellfire, it was a struggle, but the couple managed. that is until deja vu just so happened to hit yn right in the chest.
this time eddie right beside her as she waited patiently for the results of the pregnancy test. here she was once again, pregnant with another child. eddie sighed and told her everything was gonna be alright.
time went by. the couple worked hard, especially eddie, and graduated high school! yn ends up having a healthy baby girl!
“what should we name her?”
yn smiles. “wanna keep the flower theme going?”
eddie smiles back at his girlfriend. “if that’s what you want honey, im on board.”
“jasmine hope munson.”
the year 2020 had brought the world to a complete pause. the covid outbreak had caused so many people to go in a panic. yn and eddie were a bit relieved though,
not because of the pandemic, but because of the stress of them working about five jobs put together! yn occasionally worked at the police station, helping file paper work. she’d also worked at the local grocery store downtown.
eddie worked at the plant monday and fridays, he worked at the auto repair shop sunday, tuesdays, and wednesdays, and on thursdays he worked with the band—them getting noticed more and more on social media, they had to be more serious about everything—
with the world going on pause, they had more of a break than anything. they were happy to spend time with their babies. yn hated not being home with the little ones! it made her feel like a bad mom.
eddie constantly reassuring her, she’s the best mom he’d ever known!
as time went by, yn and eddie got to know their babies better. they loved them to death but truth, they’re babies! they cry, poop, babble, and get into things they shouldn’t. you had to keep a close eye on them at all times. it’s pretty tiring.
it’s why, wayne and jim offered to take the kids off their hands twice a week so they could get alone time. and that only resulted in one way, them lying naked in each others arms after screwing on every surface of their home.
it’s why they weren’t surprised when yn held another pregnancy test in her hand.
and on january twenty-fourth, 2021, yn gave birth to their second baby girl. lunaria morgan munson.
corroded coffin became one of the most popular social media platforms of all time! they’ve been noticed by many talented artist over the years, but when metallica themselves noticed the band and commented on their official instagram account, they’ve become even bigger!
everyone wanted to see more of corroded coffin! eddie, jeff, gareth, and doug worked even harder on the band. they continue writing music, posting all over social media, going to gigs, they were making a name for themselves!
eventually they’ve got noticed by many companies who wanted to officially sign the band. they discussed who they’d think would be more fit for their success, but when ozzy osbourne dm’d them himself and wanted to sign them, they couldn’t pass that down!
that’s how corroded coffin went from a dream to reality. yn had been so excited for eddie! so much so they celebrated time and time again. eddie took her out on many dates. and when march hit, yn found herself in familiar territory.
they’d just had luna! how the hell did she end up pregnant again?! eddie stood by her side through and through. he’d even let her know, his family mattered more than a band! but yn told him to continue living his dream, she’d be with him every step of the way while he gets booked for gigs and continue to work on their first official album.
soon enough yn gives birth to another baby girl, all in the same year she gave birth to luna. christmas night, lily belle munson was born!
while eddie had become a real like rockstar, yn had become a social media mogul. everyone loved her sense of style and how she balanced being a mom to four kids all while being a supportive girlfriend to eddie.
she’d become an inspiration to all young moms. she’s shown that women could have it all! be a good mother, a supportive partner, and work their asses off. with corroded coffin making a name for themselves, yn had become somewhat famous too.
people emailed her, wanting to sign her and get her into the modeling business. it took a lot before she agreed to officially sign onto an agency! eddie was proud of her. she was making a name for herself just as much as he did. he knew she was hesitant due to wanting to be at home with the kids more. with eddie traveling here and there, making more and more money, yn finally had the opportunity to be a stay at home mom. she felt like one of them could tend to the kids while the other goes and lives it big!
but eddie let her know she could still be at home with their children and live a dream she so desperately wants.
after signing with a modeling agency she’d post a lot more on social media, all while being home with her kids! over the next few months though, yn finds out she’s pregnant once again!
with eddie being booked, she was alone during this pregnancy. it’s why it was the worst one for her, mentally speaking.
eddie tried his hardest to be there. hearing from wayne and jim—and occasionally el—telling him to get his ass back home, he felt like a shitty father and partner.
it’s why he took a little break, heading home, and taking care of his girlfriend and his babies. yn told him she’d be alright. let him know she didn’t wanna be the one to get in the way of his dreams.
he shut her down immediately! telling her their wouldn’t be a dream without her and their kids by his side.
when they find out they’re having twins, they decided no more babies after this! eddie agreed to get a vasectomy.
when yn gives birth to their twins—which they named poppy matilda munson and azalea love munson—on valentines day eddie thought it was the perfect time to pop the question!
yn immediately said yes! she’d marry eddie at that very moment if she could have.
yn and eddie felt complete now! with their six beautiful kids, each other, and their life, they were an amazing family!
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Papa Joe and Papa Mike hating the show their watching.
The two of them were sat on the couch, one kid each on their lap, and watching the kids show on tv when you came home from work.
“Hey, you guys okay?” They both looked like they didn’t want to be there.
“Sofia wanted to watch the show, and you know how Javi gets when his sister wants something.” Joe explained.
That made you chuckle, walking over to greet them all. You knew exactly how the kids were. The twins wanted to do everything together. They liked the same shows, same toys, same clothes.
“You both look miserable, why don’t I take over and you can go do whatever until dinner?” You suggested, picking Javi up from his dad’s lap.
As soon as he was in your arms, Miguel got up, “I’ll start dinner.” He said softly, kissing the top of Javi’s head, then yours.
Sitting down next to Joe, you brought Sofia over to your lap too, the little girl cuddling close in your embrace. “Didn’t you have a date tonight Jose?” You asked, looking at your best friend.
“It’s laters, after Sofia’s gone to bed. So I can put her down in her crib.”
You absolutely adored how good they were with their kids. The perfect dads, in your eyes at least.
“We’ll be fine if you need to go earlier though, won’t we baby?” You looked down at your daughter, smiling softly at her.
“Nah it’s okay. You two come first always.” He dipped his head to kiss his daughter’s forehead, then did the same to you.
It had all started with two one night stands. With Joe it had been while out of state for a case. Both had gotten drunk and ended up in bed together. Vowing to never speak of it again. But with Mike, you had met at a bar a few days later after getting back to New York and you both hit it off right away, instant attraction.
Then a few months later you found out you were pregnant. With no way of knowing which one of the men were the father.
You had told them soon after you found out and promised to take a dna test so you could find out. They were both there though for every visit to the midwife or doctor. And when you found out it was twins, you were shocked to say the least. Surprised that both babies were from different dads.
Throughout the pregnancy you’d told both men that you didn’t expect them to stick around. Even if you would be sad to see Mike go, the relationship between you two having been solid since day one. But they stuck around, from the time they found out you were pregnant and onwards.
Both being hands on dads to their child and helping out with each others kid too. If Mike had to work late, Joe could easily offer to take the kids to the park. Same if it was the other way around.
“I love Sofia as if she was my own daughter,” Mike had confessed one night when the two of you were putting the twins to sleep. “And I’m sure Joe feels the same about Javi.”
“We’re so lucky to have the two of you, Mike.” Your eyes tearing up a little and he leant down to kiss you softly.
“And we’re lucky to have the three of you.”
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Steve wakes up to a heart-shaped box on his doorstep.
He only narrowly misses it, too, almost stepping into it on his way to the mailbox. It’s obnoxiously sparkling red but doesn’t match the ones everyone in Hawkins has been assaulted with at every shop for the last week or so. No, this one looks hand-made, strips of red paper peeling off at the sides. It sports a makeshift bow, too, carefully wrapped around the box. There is no name attatched to it, at least none that he can see, but there’s a ‘Happy Valentine’s’ scrawled on the top in a handwriting Steve doesn’t recognize.
His first instinct is to pick it up and see what’s inside but then every existing alarm bell in his head starts ringing at the same time. He promptly takes a step back, heels hitting the first step up to the porch. Stays there.
There is no one in particular that comes to mind as to who could leave this for him. He hasn’t been on a date in months, a fact that Robin likes to point out too much for his liking. He doesn’t think any of the girls he has gone out with would have any lingering feelings at all, not that they seem like the type to handcraft a box themselves anyway. And the one person he would like to receive a gift from hates Valentine’s Day with a passion.
“It’s literally a marketing scheme so you spend all your money on useless shit,” Eddie told him last week before dipping his pizza in ranch dressing which is objectively disgusting. He’s a strange dude. Steve wants to kiss him senseless.
But - the box.
It was one of the many summer barbeques at Hopper’s that Joyce did a retelling of hers and Murray’s fun little trip to the Soviet Union and though Steve’s memory of that evening is hazy at best, he does remember them mentioning a strange package. It’s been a threat that existed at the back of his mind since Starcourt. Those people are relentless, persistent, they don’t forget. And they - Steve and Robin and the kids - they got out and know too much.
Eyes on the box, Steve makes his way back into the house and grabs at the walkie.
“Henderson, we might have a problem.”
-&-
Eddie has a plan.
It’s a pretty ambitious one, according to Gareth at least, but Eddie tries to stay a positive thinker - so unlike him, he can admit that, but after you face literal monsters from a hellish dimension, certain very-human things like crushes and the like seem less scary. Who knew it would only take almost dying by the likes of demonic bats for him to find more confidence to pursue a love interest.
A Steve Harrington-shaped love interest at that.
Nancy and Robin insist, though, that he does have a chance and his flirting attempts have been reciprocated so far, so maybe they do have a point. He hopes so, at least.
The first step of the plan, admittedly, does not scream ‘confidence’ but Eddie’s a careful guy, or he is when it comes to these matters at least. Navigating social queues has never been his strong suit, not really, but with Steve - it’s easy. Comfortable. Still, he’s laying the groundwork first, starts simple enough - anonymously, too, though not without effort put into it. Wayne can attest, what with the bits of glue and red glitter still making appearances in various places in the trailer.
What Eddie expects, hopefully, is Steve being maybe enamored with the gift, curious about the secret admirer. And then - then follows a passionate confession and a happy ending.
What Eddie doesn’t expect is an unkown car and a couple of bikes parked in the Harrington driveway by the time he gets there. Stepping out of his van, he’s ambushed by voices he recognizes all too well screaming over each other in the backyard, it seems. And, just as he predicted, by the Harrington infamous pool there is Dustin and Mike and Max, there is Steve and Robin, and some guy - and they’re all wearing goggles, hands shoved into protective gloves-
“What the fuck.”
“Stay where you are boy, this is serious business,” the stranger tells him, hands tightening around the rope he’s holding. There’s a whole wild construction they conjured up, the rope sliding over some branches of a maple tree, a bucket of paint holding onto its opposite end. Directly in the line of where it would eventually fall lays a familiar box.
“My chocolate?”
“Oh, for the love of-” the man groans, pointing a finger in Eddie’s general direction, eyes narrowed behind wide-framed glasses. “Are you, or are you not, an enemy of the people?”
“Murray-!”
“No?” Eddie squeaks out before clearing his throat. “No, uh, definitely not. An enemy.”
“It’s from you?” Steve steps out from behind the wall of deck chairs, as do the kids and Robin. He looks silly yet still adorable with the snorkeling goggles covering half of his face. Even as he rips it off, red markings remain around his eyes and nose. Eddie thinks he’s never looked prettier. He nods.
“But I thought you hated Valentine’s- wait, does that mean?”
“I wouldn’t hate it with you-”
“I didn’t sign up for another one of these,” Murray butts in from behind them, slowly releasing the rope so it doesn’t damage the acquitted suspect, though it does look like he would very much like to smash it to pieces. “C’mon, kids, the fun is over.”
“But-”
“Steve-”
“That’s so lame-”
“Goodbye,” Murray says through clenched teeth, pushing the kids towards the exit, Robin giving the pair a very unsubtle thumbs up from behind him. He pauses to stare at Eddie and Steve. “Just kiss already, save us the drama. Can’t believe I missed Growing Pains for this.”
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I guess I wrote a mini fic? This was supposed to me like 5 sentences. Anyways…
Steve and Eddie coparenting would absolutely be the kids calling Steve “Mom” and Eddie “Dad”. At first Steve hates it - he never wanted to be the babysitter. He couldn’t survive if something happened to those kids on his watch.
But then he has Eddie who is calling him “honey” and “sweetheart”, so Steve reluctantly starts calling him “baby” and “Eds”. At first, it’s to get Dustin’s inevitable reaction of whining “Mommmm…” but then the pet names become second nature.
Everyone gets used to this but incomes Max Mayfield the absolute meddling little shit (lovingly). She starts stirring up trouble in the car on purpose, reveling in the way Steve threatens to turn the car around while Eddie says, “Listen to your mother.”
One afternoon, the kids are extremely rowdy and on edge for some reason. No amount of lecturing will calm them down, and Steve gets overwhelmed and takes it all personally. He has to pull over and Eddie is there quietly whispering affirmations ensuring him that it isn’t his fault and they’re not actually his kids so they’re bound to be a pain in the ass. Then, Max is speaking up and suddenly saying they’ll all calm down if their parents kiss. Everyone kind of looks at her and she’s like, “Sometimes we need love, not lectures.” Or whatever comes to mind first. But then Eddie is asking Steve if that’s okay and giving him a chaste kiss when Steve says yes. The kids actually behave the rest of the day.
And the kiss sticks. Every time they get in the car, Eddie is giving Steve a kiss. Hell, whenever Eddie greets Steve he’s giving him some type of kiss, bowing down to kiss his hand or even a quick peck on the cheek.
(Steve absolutely panics a bit when he realizes how much he looks forward to these moments and just Eddie’s presence in general and asks Robin for help which ends up with him finding out that he can like girls and boys and it’s called bisexuality.)
Then, Steve and Eddie start to notice how much Will watches them, truly idolizing them. Will realizes that it’s okay to be who he is (so gay), and it’s even possible for him to fall in love one day. Eventually, he’s nervously asking to talk to Steve and Eddie alone and he’s coming out and absolutely showered with love and acceptance.
Time goes on and Eddie is slowly losing his mind because he’s absolutely in love with Steve and losing his goddamn mind because it’s Steve Harrington (who doesn’t even know who Ozzy Osbourne is).Then he’s calling in a favor to “Auntie” Nancy and “Aunt” Robin because he has to talk to Steve.
Then it’s Nancy and Robin with the kids who are absolutely losing their minds, but then it’s Nancy who speaks up asking if a kiss would shut them up. (Because Mike has been telling her all about Steve and Eddie as he finally realizes that that’s what he wants with Will and always has.) And Robin’s completely word vomiting consent when Nancy asks if she can kiss her and then she’s being shut up with a kiss. And El and Max just kind of turn red as they make eye contact with each other (no one says anything when they hold hands the rest of the car ride).
Meanwhile, Steve is telling Eddie what an absolute idiot he is because they’ve basically been dating the whole time and of course he loves him too.
Later on, Steve and Eddie tell the kids how they’re officially their mom and dad (which absolutely confuses the kids at first because they were all along). Dustin finally gets it and is yelling, “You’re dating!” over and over. And he’s celebrating because his two biggest role models are together and happy and absolutely deserving of each other. And the couple is giving a long lecture about how important communication is - which everyone except Mike and Will tune out.
Eventually, Mike and Will finally talk to each other confessing their long time feelings and feel like absolute idiots for not talking sooner. And they come out to the party the next day and Max and El share a quick glance before they come out too. Then Lucas is hugging Max, telling her how happy he is that she’s found someone so right for her - and thankful that he doesn’t have to apologize after their 37th breakup.
Everyone just waits as Robin and Nancy dance around their feelings for each other, but Steve and Eddie tell them no meddling - secretly they’re already doing that. And finally Robin snaps and tells everyone that they’re dating. And everyone is celebrating all over again. (Off in the distance Jonathan and argyle are making out while they’re sooooo high)
And they’re just one giant happy, queer family.
And that’s Season 4 Vol. 2 everyone.
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nickname - steddie
— in which steve calls eddie 'eds' for the first time
get out - byler / 1 2 3— in which will confesses but mike isn't thrilled but the idea grows on him over time
just once - byler
— in which mike cheats on will but it was 'only one time'
in the basement - byler (16+ please!)
— in which will gives mike head in his basement
wish you were gay - steddie
— in which steve is so drunk he professes his love for eddie
arguement - byler
— in which will finds out mike joined hellfire but mike finds a way to make it up to him
midnight kisses - steddie
— in which steve and eddie are making it out. thats all.
sex at work - steddie / 1 2 (16+ please!)
— in which eddie fucks steve in the back room at family video
bottom - steddie
— in which steve teases eddie for being a bottom
movies - jopper
— in which hop helps joyce relax
hero - steddie
— in which steve reacts to eddie's death in the upside down
sex, drugs, etc. - steddie (16+ please!)
— in which steve and eddie get high and fuck
backseat dilemma - byler
— in which mike catches will crying after he gives him the painting
wanna be yours - byler
— in which modern!mike and will make out to arctic monkeys
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comfort hugs - eddie munson x platonic!gn!reader
— in which eddie gives the best hugs to cheer you up
late night confessions - mike wheeler x gn!reader
— in which mike confesses he likes you after el breaks up with him
hellfire shirt - mike wheeler x gn!reader
— in which you steal mike's hellfire shirt to wear to school
sick - steve harrington x gn!reader
— in which steve discovers your sick and refuses to let you go to school
early mornings - nancy wheeler x gn!reader
— in which you and nancy wake up early to spend quality time
sunsets - robin buckley x fem!reader
— in which you and robin watch the sun set after school
lovesick - mike wheeler x gn!reader
— blurb about mike wheeler being lovesick !
touchstarved - steve harrington x gn!reader
— blurb about steve harrington being touchstarved !
you drew stars around my scars - mike wheeler x gn!reader
— in which mike finds your self harm scars but loves you regardless
your smile, my ghost - mike wheeler x gn!reader
— in which mike comforts you after you wake up from a nightmare
smile for the camera baby - mike wheeler x fem!reader (16+ please!)
— in which mike spots his polaroid camera and wants to take some pictures
needy - jonathan byers x gn!reader (16+ please!)
— blurb about jonathan byers being needy !
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