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⇢ ˗ˏˋ 2.1k celebration edition !! ࿐ྂ
VOL. 2 — MEN + WOMEN
includes: steve, eddie, jonathan, billy, 001/peter, jim, enzo/dmitri, robin, nancy, joyce, karen
warning: these are twitter links that contain porn !!
vol. 1 // navigation // masterlist
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ steve harrington
steve fucking you at a party
making steve cum with your boobs
best friend!steve fingering you
sucking steve’s dick at his work
car sex with coworker!steve
*threesome with steve and eddie
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ eddie munson
reverse cowgirl with roommate!eddie
eddie double penetrating you with a dildo
riding eddie while he pounds into you
best friend!eddie eating you out
*threesome with steve and eddie
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jonathan byers
giving roommate!jonathan a blowjob
69 with jonathan while being high
jonathan fingering you and making you scream
missionary with jonathan in his room
jonathan eating you out in the kitchen
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ billy hargrove
dom!billy spanking you
riding roommate!billy
giving billy a blowjob
billy fucking you against the window
doggystyle + hair pulling with enemy!billy
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 001/peter ballard
thigh riding with best friend!peter
peter fucking you while you’re handcuffed
sub!peter eating you out
peter making you squirt
shower sex with roommate!peter
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jim hopper
jim fucking you after work
doggystyle with neighbor!jim
jim fucking you with a dildo
thigh fucking with jim
sitting on jim’s face
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ enzo/dmitri antonov
dmitri breeding you full
doggystyle with boss!dmitri
dmitri fucking you while you’re cooking
riding dmitri while he pounds into you
giving dmitri a handjob after work
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ robin buckley
robin fucking you with a strap on
eating classmate!robin out after school
double sided dildo with robin
best friend!robin admiring your body
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nancy wheeler
eating roommate!nancy out
nancy eating you out at a party
scissoring with best friend!nancy
nancy riding your strap on
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ joyce byers
joyce fucking you with a strap on
making out with joyce in the hot tub
fucking sub!joyce with a strap on
fingering neighbor!joyce until she cums
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ karen wheeler
karen sucking on your tits
fucking karen with a strap on
admiring neighbor!karen’s body
fingering karen until she’s cums
-> vol. 1
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VOL. 2 — [FEMALE ONLY]
[VOL. 1 — (MALE)]
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includes: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Chrissy Cunningham, Vickie, Karen Wheeler, Joyce Byers
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⥤ ROBIN BUCKLEY
robin fucks you with a big strap and leaves you sticky and full of her thick white cum.
what robin sends to you when your not home
robin and you rubbing together while music in the background.
robin and you jumping eachother to cum.
⥤ NANCY WHEELER
nancy and you making out & eating out.
nancy letting you eat her out late at night, while everyone else is asleep.
nancy rubbing her clit across yours.
what nancy sends you when she’s home alone.
⥤ CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM
you just love chrissy’s ass.
what chrissy likes to send you when your not around.
chrissy and you fucking yourselves onto a double-sided dildo right after cheer practice.
fucking sub!chrissy with a dildo
⥤ VICKIE
vickie strap fucking you & spanking you. two
vickie and robin having fun with you.
vickie and you dry humping which causes a big mess.
vickie big mess she made just for you.
vickie likes sending you this.
⥤ KAREN WHEELER
karen fucks you dumb on teds favorite chair in the living room.
karen spanking you, and grinding.
karen home from work, early just for you.
karen helps you out in public.
⥤ JOYCE BYERS
joyce eating you out, while looking up at you.
joyce humps you on her sofa.
joyce spanks you for not listening to her.
dom!joyce fucks you hard with her strap.
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💭 stranger things girls when you tell them you're in the mood
feat. robin buckley, nancy wheeler, joyce byers, karen wheeler
cw : allusions to sex
a/n : jdjekdkskd joyce is so cute i wanted to melt while doing her part. also i got kinda carried away for mrs. wheeler im sorry the milf lover in me just jumped out and took over and i couldnt stop writing even if i wanted to
ROBIN
family video was usually the least busy during the afternoon, with everyone either grabbing lunch or simply not in the mood to endure the heat of the sun for some video tapes. you decide that taking a few minutes of robin’s time wouldn’t hurt. plus, steve’s shift doesn’t start till later and keith wasn’t around to nag them, basically leaving the two of you alone in the rental store. you call out her name loud enough for her to hear you from between the shelves, announcing that you’re in the mood.
“oh.” she says in a low tone as she turns her head to where you are. “now?” “yes, robin. don’t think i can wait any longer” she runs into your arms to kiss you so hard you knock off a few things as you stumble to the storage room.
robin loves to spoil you, always wanting to give you what you want. it doesn’t matter where you are, when you tell robin you need her, she’s quick to find a way and is dropping whatever she’s doing to give you some love.
NANCY
you’ve been lounging in nancy’s room for a few hours when you start to get bored, the comic you picked up losing more and more of its appeal as you steal glances at nancy. neither of you have really interacted since you arrived, choosing to spend the evening quietly together. but you figured you’ve had enough of just enjoying each other’s company, wanting to go a step further in your bonding. you put the comic you were flipping through on the bedside table, crawling to nancy’s side and telling her you’re in the mood.
“alright babe let me just get ready.” she heads to the bathroom, fixing herself in the mirror before splashing cool water on her face.
despite having done this already a few times, her inexperience with girls still made nancy nervous. so intimate sessions usually went slow, and you took always took it upon yourself to let her know extra how much you were enjoying, dignity be damned.
JOYCE
you watch the kids leave through the front door, waving goodbyes that were probably a little too happy. but who could blame you? after so long of being away from joyce, you were just glad to be able to spend time with her again. it just so happened that the house were going to be all yours that night, with the kids out and jonathan probably somewhere else doing god knows what. who could blame you for wanting to take the opportunity that appeared once in a blue moon? the door hasn't even been shut for 5 minutes before you're eagerly telling joyce you're in the mood.
“mood? like movie mood?” she asks enthusiastically. “no joyce, the mood.” you quirk an eyebrow. “oh. that mood.” she bites her lip and wiggles her eyebrows as she walks to you with a sway in her hips. you both share a giggle before connecting your lips, fully letting you realize just how much you missed each other.
KAREN
the kitchen smells of freshly baked pie as you trail behind karen, who's seemingly too busy adjusting the cover on the pie for the nth time to pay you an ounce of attention. you tried to be subtle in showing your neediness, but karen knew you well. even before you say anything, she can already tell what’s up by the way you let your touches linger longer, bat your eyes more often, and lick your lips almost every sentence. but as much as she was an expert in reading you, she was also quite the tease — never making the first move and only riling you up until you take initiative yourself. she just finds so much amusement in your reactions and often plays with you. like she's doing now, eyes twinkling with delight in the way you can barely raise your gaze at this point.
“mood? for what, honey?” she teases, a seductive lilt on her voice. “you know what mood.” you sputter as clearly as you could, earning a chuckle from the blonde.
“alright, darling, give me a minute. make sure to be prepared when i'm done.”
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The Lost Earring - Karen Wheeler smut
summary: you’ve had a crush on your bestfriends mother, Karen for a while now. She notices she has a small crush on you as well.
Warnings: Age gap, fingering, oral, hidden sexuality, and cheating (on Karen’s part)
(This is a little bit after season four volume one) You and Nancy are college roommates. Nancy invited you to spend some time with her and her family for a week.
Nancy had just pulled into the Wheeler’s driveway. You was in the passenger seat.
“I don’t know Nance I just don’t think your family likes me!” You panicked.
“y/n it will be completely fine! You worry to much and I mean, my mom seemed to like you! And dad… I don’t really know about dad.” Nancy cackled.
You had finally calmed yourself down. “Okay.. we can go in now.” You and Nancy made it to the door step and Nancy knocked. Karen opened the door with a smile.
“Oh hi y/n!! I’m glad you’ve decided to come see us again! I couldn’t hardly wait!” Karen looked at you with glowing eyes while biting her bottom lip.
“Well, come on in guys! I’m making your favorite Nance!” Karen said as she walked to the kitchen.
You was so speechless you didn’t know what to say, you were so into that revealing dress she was wearing. It was a dark red dress with sheared laces, with shining diamond earrings. It was like a dream. You couldn’t keep your eyes off her as she was walking away.
Nancy whispered “See, she seems happy to see you, I told you don’t worry.” she laughed.
Nancy led you to her room and you both sat there and talked for a hour or so, but she mostly just ranted to you about Steve and Jonathan.
You really didn’t care about Steve or Jonathan you hated talking about boys for some reason. But you never really thought about why you hated that topic. But clearly Nancy was into it.
You’ve dated some guys in the past but it never really turned out well. You would always end up arguing with them or get bored of them.
But there was thoughts about women before, you thought it was normal to think about women. But you knew right then that those thoughts of Karen was more than thoughts.
You knew you had feelings for her. You had finally figured yourself out. But imagine if people found out? They would hate you! You thought what if Karen ever found out? Would she hate you? Would Nance hate you?!
Your mind was filled with so many thoughts you started to panic again. There was one thought you couldn’t get out of your head though. “Is Karen into you?”
I mean you’ve only met her maybe two or three times, but you noticed how every time you’ve seen her she always is so excited to see you. And the fact that she always is looking at you in a certain way and biting her lip.
She’s so perfect. You love her sweet voice and her beautifully styled hair, and of course her full lips with lipstick perfectly applied.
“Y/n?” Nancy said with a peculiar voice.
“Are you okay? You zoned out.”
“Y- yes..” you said mesmerizingly. “Sorry I was just thinking.”
“It’s okay silly.” Nancy said laughing.
You both heard the stove go off, “I guess dinner is done.” Nancy said.
As you and Nancy was walking down the stairs to the kitchen you see Karen standing in front of the stove. She bent down to pick up baked chicken out of the stove.
You tried so hard not to stare at how perfectly her tight dress was showing her nice legs with black high hills on.
You was so into her, you had to stop yourself. “She’s a mother with a husband, You shouldn’t be having these wild thoughts!” you was thinking.
You sat at the table by Nancy. You was a tiny bit nervous. Then Karen noticed somehow and sat right in front of you. You was trying so hard to not panic but she kept locking her eyes with you.
“You alright y/n?” Karen asked concerned. “Yes.. I’m just not used to a lot of people.” You said so anxiously.
Nancy and Mike was arguing about something stupid so you just sat there and looked the whole time. You then looked at Karen and asked “Do they always do this? You chuckled. “Karen looked at you with such embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry that you have to hear all of this.”
She then yelled at Mike and Nancy. They stopped and gave each other a bad look. It was so silent until Karen’s sweetened voice asked as she took a sip of wine. “how has your day been y/n?” “My day has been great Mrs. Wheeler, how is yours?” you smiled.
She smiled back. “My day has been wonderful! Thanks for asking.” she said as she moved her leg and rubbed it against your leg slowly. All you could do is smile back.
You was panicking inside you didn’t know how to act. So you tried to look down at your plate the whole time. But some how she would always catch your attention to make you look up the whole time.
Nancy heard the phone ring upstairs, she then jumped up out of her chair. “sorry guys I have to answer that.” as she ran up stairs.
Karen looked at you and asked, “is this about Steve and Jonathan?” Ted looked at Karen and said, “when is it not about them two boys?” She carelessly ignored him.
You answered her. “most likely.”
She cackled. “Oh, Nance, she will never choose.”
You smiled at her while picking up your plate. Karen looked at you irritated. “Oh honey you don’t have to pick up your plate! I can get that!”
You stopped and looked at her and said “Oh no it’s fine, I insist.”
She looked at you with a slight smile.
You put the plate in the sink and sat back at the table. Ted had already left the table with holly. It was just you and Karen in the kitchen.
Karen was at the sink washing the dishes. You was admiring the way her fingers worked washing each dish. You couldn’t stop watching her.
You then got up out of the chair and blurted. “is there anything you need done Mrs. Wheeler?” You couldn’t help it you had to ask.
Karen scoffed. “Really? Well, you know there is one thing.” she came up to you closer than usual with intense eye contact.
Her hand brushed against yours as she handed you a damp washcloth. “You can clean the countertop.” she winked at you with a seductive look.
A little smirk came across your face as you walked past her to the counter. Karen added, “You know I..”
Nancy ran down the stairs and interrupted. “y/n I need to tell you something right now!” Ted was pissed. “can you quiet down I’m trying to read the damn newspaper!” Ted shouted.
You don’t want to leave. you love being around Karen, but Nancy would literally drag you up the stairs if you didn’t go with her. You turned around from the countertop and looked at Karen. She then nodded her head for you to go on.
You got to Nancy’s room and she was so excited for some weird reason. “Okay so, Steve just called me and we talked for about an hour and he’s going to call me back in 20 minutes! He told he had something important to tell me!” she squealed loudly.
You didn’t really care about Steve but you wanted your best friend to be happy so you said “that’s good nance!”
After 20 minutes passed by Steve didn’t call back.
You heard Karen call your name down stairs. You sprung up off Nancy’s bed. “I’ll be back nance.”
You was walking downstairs then heard the phone ring upstairs, you heard Nancy squeal it made you giggle.
Karen was in a red velvet robe. You noticed one of her earrings was missing. Your eyes was all over her, you couldn’t keep them off her breast.
“You needed me?” you quietly spoke.
“Oh sorry, yes.” Karen smiled. “lost my earring in the couch and I can’t reach it. I would of called for Ted but he’s asleep.” Karen muttered.
You got on the floor and looked under the couch and there was the earring. You had to reach pretty far to grab it.
You picked up the earring and turned around to give Karen the Earring. When you looked up, there Karen was with her robe untied with only black laced underwear on. You was not expecting that at all. You looked at her with a elated smile.
Karen then got closer to your face. You then grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. At first everything was nice and slow but Karen began to speed up a bit, you both started to get more sloppy. You got even more excited and slipped of the robe completely.
At that point you pushed her on the couch and begin to kiss her neck slowly down from her breast to her thighs. You then slipped off her underwear that was absolutely drenched. She was so ready and wet for you.
Karen started to moan quietly as you got closer to her inner thighs. You kissed her slit Karen shivered and moaned your name. “Yes, right there darling.” You never thought this would ever happen.
You flattened your tongue and licked her clit. Her clit was so swollen. “Oh honey please don’t tease.” Karen begged.
You then started to flicker your tongue across her clit. She couldn’t control herself anymore and moaned louder. You stuck a finger inside her moving slowly in and out. She let out a big moan “y/n faster..”
You continued to go faster and slipped another finger in as she was bucking her hips in to you as you was torturing her orgasm. “Oh god.. I’m gonna cu- cum!” Karen said so noisily.
She came all over your fingers. You then licked the sweet white cum off of your fingers as you go up to kiss her.
You both heard footsteps down the stairs “Oh shit!”you said quietly. you both moved quickly away from each other and Karen tied her robe back up.
It was holly crawling down the stairs. Karen then looked at you and whispered “I’m not done with you.”And winked at you as she picked up holly. “Oh honey you crawled out of your crib again.” Karen said so sweetly. You adored her.
You went upstairs to Nancy’s room and shut the door quietly. Nancy was still on the phone with Steve. She then pulled the phone away from her face and asked “Where were you?! You took forever!” She looked a little irritated. “Oh sorry, your mom needed help to find something.” You looked at Nancy very funny. “Oh okay well I have so much to tell you.” Nancy added so excitedly.
It’s a little short! And there may be some mistakes But it took forever there will be more fics though. Thank you so much for reading hope you enjoyed!!!
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🍑 Suburban mom 🍑 ~NSFW
(karen wheeler x male reader)
Hawkins was so small. Sometimes Y/n felt like he could never escape the judging eyes of bored middle mothers desperate for some change to they're lives. To them he was a living, breathing romance cover model. A thing to list after. It was draining to be honest. The only reason he had moved to Hawkins was to give C/n a better life. I mean, Hawkins was known for being boringly safe.
It's didn't help he often had to worked in smaller, sleeveless shirts with the midwest heat.
Going to the pool was even worse.
Y/n learned quickly that Hawkins mothers gathered in much public places to 'people watch'. Every Saturday they formed a line of chair and stared at the lifeguards like zoo animals.
Y/n had no issues with keeping his distance from the gang of gawking housewives until C/n started to make friends with a certain group of kids. With him now stuck in the midst of hopper, joyce and a irritating earbuzz named Murray, having the calm and sweet present of Karen was a blessing.
Y/n knew he was catching feelings, I mean how couldn't he! She was so caring and warm and just the thought of her made his chest ache. It was an open secret she didn't love Ted. Not that he blamed her for staying, Hawkins wasn't the most loving place for a single mom. So he was surprised when she asked him to come over. Alone.
Holding an store bought berry pie, Y/n stood shifting awkwardly on the Wheeler's doorstep. He didn't know why he had agreed to dinner. For all he could tell Ted despised him. Giving the most passive form of a 'fuck you'. So the fact that he had been let into their house with a warm embrace was odd to say the least.
"I'm so glad you could come Mr. L/n"
"Please you can call me Y/n"
Karen's eyes fluttered up and down Y/n's chest, her lips ghosting into a grin.
"I'll show you where to put the food"
The two made idle small talk working over the dinner table chatting about anything that came to mind, their children, the weather and random gossip. During their whole conversation karen couldn't keep her eyes off him. Eyeing the opening in his button up shirt that showed off his chest.
"Thank you again for helping me set up dinner Y/n. It really is a blessing have a neighbor like you."
Karen smoothed out her floral dress. It hugged her curves so well Y/n had a light pink on his cheeks during the set up.
"Really I wish there was a way I could repay you" she cooed, pressing her half exposed chest against his. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"Oh well its r-really nothing-"
"No I insist. You're really such a gentleman. Taking care of me and completing me. Giving me that teasing smirk"
Karen pulled her up her skirt and ground down on his thigh.
"Let me show you my gratitude"
She reached up removing her arms from her sleeves and leaving her bra falling on view.
"Ted is asleep on the armchair, the bed is all ours"
"Are you sure about this karen? I don't want to get you in trouble."
"Too bad honey. That's all i want to do"
She nipped the edge of his ear finally awakening him, Y/n then slipped his hands underneath her skirt yanked her free of the dress. He then attacked her neck, sucking and bite hickies where he knew he could cover. In seconds karen became putty in his fingers. He kissed down to her chest and froze before pushing her bra aside and taking her breast into his mouth. Karen moaned and began to hump herself against his hand. Y/n, then bit down, hollowing his cheeks to take her deeper into his mouth.
"Oh God Y/n! I feel like I'm gonna cum already!"
Y/n smiled.
"Good."
He grabbed her thighs and pulled them up to his head. Ripping her panties aside he lefts little kiss bites across the skin.
"Gonna make up for every time he's disappointed you."
Karen bit down on her hand to not scream in pleasure. He sloppily ate her out as if he was starving, running his fingers against her cunt.
Karen could no longer hold back the pressure in her stomach. She gripped his scalpe as the white heat filled her chest. Spots of white clouding her vision.
"God you taste good angel"
Y/n pulled her against his chest.
"Let's just stay like this ok?"
"OK karen. Whatever you want"
She smiled cuddling into his neck as the two fell asleep together.
(Thinking of a part two but idk)
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mrs wheeler
Pairing - Karen Wheeler x Reader
Summary - Ted is a shitty husband and Karen is underappreciated but she sees the way you look at her because she looks at you too...
18+ : smut; fingering, oral, cheating, age gap (r is 20)
A/N - this has been in my drafts for a couple of months and i finally finished it
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leave ur husband for me karen, i swear i’ll make it worth your while x
“Thanks for letting me stay for dinner, Mrs Wheeler.” You smiled across the table, lifting a forkful of peas into your mouth.
“It’s no problem, honey. I hope it’s all okay for you.” She smiled back, fingertip mindlessly stroking over the edge of her wine glass as she looked at you, nails painted perfectly pink.
“It’s amazing, Mrs Wheeler. It must’ve taken hours to cook all this.”
“Mm, well I’m glad somebody’s appreciative.” She responded, only sparing a quick glance towards Ted when he sighed at her words with a shake of his head. “And please, honey, no need for the formalities - it’s Karen.” She added, her eyes intently trained on you and the way you turned sheepish at her stare only nodding in response.
You couldn’t tell whether it was on purpose or not but her stiletto clad foot stroked up the length of your calf beneath the table. You felt your cheeks burn, looking up at her to find her already gazing over, tongue licking over her lip in absent thought as Ted droned on about something uninteresting he’d read in the newspaper.
You’d noticed how attractive Karen Wheeler is, of course you had, you’d known her for years considering you’d been friends with Nancy since school; the two of you were at the same college now. She’d never acted this way with you, maybe a couple of lasting touches to your arm in passing but nothing like this, this intense stare she was regarding you with and the smirk across her lips. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t begin a not so clean train of thought.
You forced your eyes down to focus on your plate as much as you could for the rest of the meal, only daring to spare the occasional glance upwards. Once the clattering of cutlery against ceramic had ceased you began collecting some of the plates to help.
“Oh there’s no need for that, you’re our guest.” She protested but you just shook your head.
“It’s no problem, I’d like to help.” You smiled, everyone else had dispersed from the table except for Nancy who smiled at your helpful nature before muttering to come up to her room when you were done.
“Thank you, Y/N, really it wasn’t necessary.” Karen spoke once you’d carried everything through to the kitchen, leaning against the counter with her glass of wine.
“It’s the polite thing to do, Mrs Wheeler, besides, you do so much it must be exhausting.”
“Mhm, you’d think I’d get more thanks for it.” She sighed. “I even bought this new dress, wanting to impress Ted, and did he notice?” She frowned, shaking her head before taking a swig of the remnants of her glass.
“I think you look great. You look beautiful, Mrs Wheeler - uh, Karen, sorry.”
She smiled at your words, bright and genuine, cheeks blushing slightly under the light. “You think so?” She asked, doing a playful twirl to give the full view. The pink material was tight around her chest, hugged to her waist by a belt before branching out and landing just above her knees. Her arms were only partially covered by the short sleeves and you could see her manicured nails perfect without a single chip.
“Mhm, I know so.” You returned, unable to take your eyes off her perfect form, trying not to be overtly flustered when she stood so closely her arm pressed against yours.
“You think you could come over to help me tomorrow?” She questioned, her face so close to yours when you turned to face one another, her eyes glancing at your lips. “I need help with mowing the lawn and nobody’s here. Nancy’s out with Jonathan, Mike’s with his friends - you know how it is.”
“Uh, yeah, of course.” You replied, glancing towards the door at the sound of Nancy calling for you from upstairs. “I better go, I’ll see you in the morning?”
“Mhm, I’ll look forward to it.” She waved with a flutter of her fingers and your stomach churned in anticipation.
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The following morning you announced your arrival with a tentative knock to the Wheeler’s front door. You heard heeled footsteps nearing before the door creaked open, Karen greeting you with a large smile; denim shorts hugged her hips perfectly, fitted vest top pulled taut over the swell of her breasts.
“Y/N, hi!” She greeted. “You’re just in time, I just finished preparing some lemonade for us.”
“Morning Mrs Wheeler.” You returned with a smile, stepping past her when she opened the door wider for you. You followed her through to the kitchen, scolding yourself at the way you watched the sway of her hips, the flex of the muscles of her long legs as she walked.
Her eyes gazed over your face as she handed you a glass, fingers brushing against yours with the action and you caught the smirk across her lips over the top of her glass as she took a sip. With an arch of a perfectly sculpted brow she took in the sheepish features of your face and the way you desperately tried to avoid her eyes, fearful you’d expose just how flustered she truly makes you if she caught even a glimpse of your eyes.
“Uh, so, where’s the lawn mower?” You stuttered in attempt to feel less awkward, stepping towards the back door to peer out at the garden, noticing the grass that definitely was not in need of a trim.
You failed to hide a gasp at the tentative touch of her hand to your hip and the nearing proximity of her breath against your neck and her chin on your shoulder.
“Okay, maybe that was a painfully uncreative lie on my part.” She uttered. “But I wanted to get you alone.”
You didn’t even know how to reply, simply letting her spin you to face her with her long lashes framing darkened eyes and a tongue running over her lipstick coated lips before she spoke again. Her thumb stroked over your heated cheek as she practically cooed at the way you looked at her.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me. The lingering stares. I know what kinds of things that must go through your head.”
“Mrs Wheeler, I-”
“Mm mm.” She interrupted with a shake of her head. “Things go through my head too, baby. You wanna hear?”
“Yes.” You barely mustered in response but she found it endearing, only smiling as she guided you backwards until you bumped into the table you’d sat at just yesterday.
“I’ve thought about how it’d feel to kiss you.” She started. “About how you taste. How I could make you whine whilst I fuck you with my fingers.”
She noticed how your thighs squeezed together as she uttered the words, taking it as enough of a sign of permission to push her lips to yours, gently at first until you kissed her back. It was a flurry of desperate clashes of teeth and sloppy smacks of lips against each other as you hopped onto the table with your arms looped over her shoulders.
She grabbed at your thighs, standing between them with her chest pushed against yours and you could feel her nipples poking through the tight material of her shirt, daring to creep a hand between you to pull at the hardened bud. Your decision was rewarded with her moan into your mouth, tongue flicking over yours and body arching into your touch with you palming at the pillowy flesh.
She pulled away only to rid herself of her shirt, breasts bouncing with your eyes trained on them and her smug smirk as she watched you, a stark contrast to her bold confidence. She pushed your lingering hand back to the bare flesh, gaining pleasure from your actions that gradually grew in boldness; first with tugs of her nipples, then a tongue flicked over them musingly until much to her delight your lips latched around them with a suck.
Desperate hands pulled your shirt over your head and your bra soon after, those manicured nails dragging over your exposed skin in ways you could’ve only imagined with goosebumps prickling your flesh. Her lips kissed across your jaw with nibbles against your neck and licks at the marks she left behind whilst your dizzying head just leant back to give yourself up to her for whatever she wished.
She chuckled against you at the small whine you let out when her fingers dared to linger at the waistband of your shorts.
“Desperate for me, hm?” She breathed, only to groan out at the feeling of your wetness beneath her fingertips as they slid through your folds. Your pussy was dripping and ready for the fingers she pushed into you with ease, curling inside of you with perfect precision and a rhythm that made your stomach flutter and your hot breath stutter against the skin of her throat.
The heel of Karen’s palm bumped into your clit with each push of her fingers into you with lewd noise sounding into the room along with the moans you tried to muffle. She tugged at your nipple with her free hand, letting her nails dig into the skin to leave a reminder of just who was there, something she hoped would make you think of her later.
Your hips pushed upwards into her touch when she dragged her thumb over your aching clit, feeling your climax growing nearer with each second.
“‘M so close.” You stuttered out. “Fuck, Mrs Wheeler.” You sighed out and she couldn’t be annoyed at the title with the sultry way it sounded as it fell from your lips alongside the clenching around her fingers.
“Cum for me then, baby.”
It took little more than her seductive command until you squeezed at her arms with a moan, body twitching and your soaked pussy clenching her fingers as you came. As you fought to catch your breath you watched with hooded eyes as she sucked her fingers with a hum, making an elaborate show of her tongue running along them until every drop of you was gone.
You pulled her back to you for a lusting kiss, fiddling aimlessly with the button of her shorts until she was able to wiggle out of them with her lace underwear on show, a darkened patch from her growing arousal.
In an unexpected but welcomed act of roughness from her, she pulled you from your seat on the wooden table to trade places with you with a bite to her lip and a slow parting of her legs.
“You made me so wet, pretty baby. Come clean up the mess you made, hm? You can do that for me, yeah?” She cooed almost condescendingly, you couldn’t say no. How could you when this perfect woman was perched on a tabletop with her legs spread open just for you? You licked your lips, eyeing her dripping cunt when you pulled the lacey black underwear down her legs, dropping them to the floor beneath you.
You kissed a slow path along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, tasting the slick that had gathered on her upper thighs and it made you all the more eager to taste her properly. She didn’t let you linger on curious musings of her body, pushing your face into her by the back of your head until your nose nudged against her.
You lay a kiss to her clit, already swollen and waiting for your touch. The sweet tang coated your tongue as you licked through her folds experimentally, ending with a suck to her clit that pulled a small moan past her lips. Your tongue flicked over her bud and her hips bucked into your mouth, her grip on your hair was firm to keep you in place and you wrapped your arms under her toned thighs in an attempt to keep her still.
“Oh God, give me more. Please, baby.” She rushed out through panting breaths as her head fell backwards and her eyes scrunched closed.
You removed one arm from her leg in favour of teasing her hole with your finger as you lapped at her clit, inching two fingers into her. The moan you let out at the feeling of her around your fingers only sent waves through her body and you couldn’t have dreamed how perfect her loud moan would sound when your digits curled within her walls and your fingertips brushed over the sweet spot that made her legs try to clamp together around your head.
With another harsh suck to her clit you felt her release onto your fingers, coating your lips and tongue with cum and your ears with the sounds of her grunts of pleasure.
You licked your lips clean not quite believing the sight before you; a naked Karen Wheeler with flushed skin and a sheen of sweat, looking at you with a dazed smile on her face, about to pull you in for another kiss until her eyes widened at the familiar car engine growing nearer.
“Shit.” She muttered, jumping down from the table to hurriedly dress herself as you did the same. It wasn’t overly surprising to you when she was done in only seconds, fixing stray hairs into place before softly wiping away smeared lipstick from the side of your neck.
Her plump lips slotted with yours again, ghosting against you as she spoke.
“I’m not even close to being done with you.”
#karen wheeler#karen wheeler x reader#stranger things x reader#robin buckley x reader#stranger things#stranger things smut#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x you
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Union.
Karen Wheeler x Reader.
(TW: tit play, reader is of age, could be counted as ddlg idk (tell me so if I need to remove it or not), implied cheating, mommy kink).
@medium-rare-bimbo deserves the credit for this inspo! Which I received from their post. They have posted a billy hargrove x milf!reader, I would recommend reading that :).
Karen knew you loved her boobs. You loved looking at them, touching them, sucking them. Any time of any day. Karen just lived for your praises and touches. Not only in the sexual manner, but also as a comfort. Especially after a stressful day on the job, Karen loved nothing more than having you buried head first into her chest and forget your worries. You hated the term ‘babied’ but you loved just falling into the safe space with Karen.
Whenever You thought of a women you liked. Boobs weren't weren’t your worry. You liked all shape and size boobs. You didn’t really care, until you met Karen. It was nearly impossible to keep you away from them. You just wanted to have your lips attached to her sensitive nipples at all times, everyday.
Karen’s boobs brought so much joy into your life. You loved how soft and comforting they felt against you. You wanted to venerate her boobs. You wanted to praise them and wanted Karen to praise you for being such a good girl.
Like now. You arrived at the Wheeler’s house after a stressful day of college. Karen had given you dates and times of when it would be okay to come over, you needed to see her and fall into that space once again. You entered the home carefully with the spare key Karen had given you and moved up to the bed room. You carefully moved in beside her, as you gently moved up her crop top. Your eyes kept a stared at her boobs, watching them rise and fall as her slept. You moved your hand up while you leaned down and wrapped your lips around her boob, sucking lightly on the nipple. Your hand gripped onto her boob, massaging it.
Karen always took care of You, now it was your turn to take care of her. You continued sucking her nipple as little harder as a soft moan escaped Karen’s lips. Your fingers lightly flicked over her nipple with your free hand. You wanted Karen to wake up to you doing it, you wanted to see Karen to see you praising her body and hopefully, get a reward in return. You stuffed Karen’s boob into your mouth.
You began sucking, kissing, and licking her boobs. But not biting, as much as You wanted too. It was against the rules. But You continued until Karen woke up to her sweet girl, relaxing.
You looked at peace with her boob in your mouth. Karen managed to reach down to lightly stroke your hair. Without any other actions, You whimpered, nuzzling into Karen.
You looked up at Karen. The sight of You sucking on her boobs was gorgeous. "Hi baby.” Karen managed to whispered as She planted a kiss onto your head.
"Morning Mommy." Karen managed to make out from You with your mouth full. Karen smiled down at You as she listened to rapid breathing starting to calm down.
You loved being Karen’s dirty little secret.
#karen wheeler#karen wheeler x reader#stranger things smut#stranger things imagines#stranger things au#🕰(stranger thing stories)#🕰
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HELP ME FIND A ST FIC PLS!!
Ok so i read this Steve Harrington fic so long ago and I’m trying to find it, the premise was Steve and reader live together but Steve thinks the reader is a virgin like can’t believe anything else but the reader is like getting with the whole town, Karen/robin/hopper and eventually he walks in on reader and robin and smut ensues. It’s such a good read and I literally cnat find it please help. Thank you muah.
#find a fic#steve harrington x reader#robin buckley#jim hopper#karen wheeler#stranger things#lost fic#steve harrington smut#hopper smut#stranger things smut
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A super hot and k*nky Karen Wheeler piece just dropped on my Patreon 🔥😏
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#stranger things#stranger things 4#steve harrington#littleashleylynnart#stranger things smut#karen wheeler#mrs wheeler
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Who will you be adding to the stranger things nsfw audios next ?
001? mrs.wheeler? Enzo?
Or do you not like know yet
-☪️
I’ve actually got two more audio lists coming just to spoil you guys!! <33
I have a part 2 to my original one so it will feature more audios for Eddie, Steve, Billy, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan!
then I have a second audio list where I’m doing other characters and on that list I have Peter/Henry/001, Enzo/Dmitri, Hopper, and Joyce!!
I thought about maybe adding Mrs Wheeler but then wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested, if anyone is then just let me know and I’ll see if I can find some for her and add her to list!
- hope
#the answer to your nightmare#☪️ anon#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things smut#steve harrington#billy hargrove#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#001#stranger things 001#peter ballard#henry creel#jim hopper#dmitri antonov#joyce byers#mrs wheeler#karen wheeler
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“Don’t Stop” - Karen Wheeler Smut
Summary: You are best friends with Nancy and your tutoring Mike. Mike shows interest in you but little does he know you are into his mother.
Warnings: Age gap, fingering, oral, hidden sexuality, cheating (on Karen’s part)
You had just arrived at the Wheelers house. You rang the doorbell. Karen answered quickly. “Oh my goodness hello y/n!!” she hugged you so eagerly.
You didn’t know how to act, you was so amazed by how excited she was while hugging you. “Hi Mrs. Wheeler! You look nice today.” You said while you read the excitement on her face. “Aw you’re so sweet.” Karen blushed.
She hugged you again. Her chest pushed into yours it was nice and warm. Your head was buried in her neck, she smelled like Victoria’s Secret Vanilla lace.
For some reason her hands was more around your waist than usual. You didn’t mind, you like Karen. You’ve had a huge crush on her for months now. But here lately she’s been more on to you.
You heard loud steps running down the stairs. It was Mike. Mike shoved pushed Karen out of the door way. “y/n! Ready to study?” You dropped one of your books on the door step. As mike walked away into the kitchen Karen grabbed the book. “Here sweetie come on in.” She winked.
Oh my god, oh my god gay panic. You’ve never panicked like this before. You grabbed the book. “Thanks Mrs. Wheeler.” You smiled as you walked your way into the kitchen.
You sat beside Mike. “What are you you smiling about?” Mike cackled. “Oh what?! Nothing.” You laughed. You smiled as you dazed out thinking about Karen’s perfect full lips and her pearly white teeth.
An hour passed you was still at the table helping Mike. “Okay so, clearly you aren’t getting this, so let’s just take a break for a few minutes.” You shut the book.
Mike went in to kiss you randomly out of nowhere. “Woah Mike, what are you doing?” You ask confusingly. “Oh sorry I just- I don’t know.. Can we just continue?” Mike asked.
“I.. I think I should go.” You was so weirded out you wanted to leave. You grabbed your books and rushed through the door way.
Karen was going to the kitchen with Holly in her hands as you was going to walk out. “Oh y/n, darling your leaving already? Honey I’m making dinner how about you stay a little longer?!” She didn’t want you to leave. You didn’t want to leave either but Mike creeped you out.
Karen is the type of woman who will never let you leave her house without staying for dinner. You admired that.
“Oh, I guess I can stay longer.” You smiled at her. She smiled back with rosy red cheeks.
Instead of going back to help Mike with algebra you went upstairs to Nancy’s room.
Nancy was reading a book and looked up. “Oh hey y/n!”
“Hey dork” you sat on her bed. You talked for a while. Nancy asked, “Can you stay the night? I have something fun planned.”
“Sure!” You grinned. “I’ll just ask Mrs. Wheeler first.” You said as you jumped off her bed.
“You know you don’t have to ask my mom right?” Nancy giggled. You knew you didn’t have to ask, Karen always says yes to you no matter what. You just wanted to see her. “I’ll ask just in case.” You smirked.
You went downstairs to the kitchen where you knew you would find Karen. “Uh hey, Mrs. Wheeler?” She turned around. “Oh hey! needing something?” She asked politely. “No, I just wanted to ask if I could stay tonight?” You asked.
You noticed as she was speaking, you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her body. You got too carried away with how good that nice dress looked on her. Or how good the dress would look off of her.
You hated the fact that she is a perfect beautiful woman and Ted don’t even try to give her attention. He doesn’t even compliment her. Not one damn compliment. It’s always “it looks good.” And that’s only when she asks him about how she looks in her outfit. Like fuck, if she was mine I would compliment her every day without her having to ask me how she looks.
“Hm, you okay y/n?” She let out a little smirk. “Oh sorry what, I mean.. uh I was just.. that dress looks really good on you.” Your palms started to sweat and the heat was rising. You got way too carried away.
“Aw, glad someone likes it.” She said while twirling her hair. “You’re just too sweet.” Karen begin to walk closer to you. “I.. uh…” You stuttered.
Mike came running downstairs again and of course, ruined the moment. “Mom I’m going out with Dustin and Will, you want to come with us y/n?”
Karen stepped away from you. “Okay honey be home by ten.”
You awkwardly looked at Mike. “No I’m good I’ll just hang out with Nance.” Mike looked a little sad as he walked out the door. But it wasn’t your fault for what he did earlier. You just aren’t into guys and definitely not guys his age.
Karen’s eyes lit up. “Come in here a little bit after dinner, I want to talk.” “Okay.. yeah sure!” You grinned. You started to walk away. “I’ll see you later.” You turned around. “See ya.” You winked at her.
You walked up the stairs. Wow this feels unreal. It was unbelievable. The woman of your dreams shows interest in you. You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked up the staircase. Nancy zoomed by you.
“What are you smiling about weirdo!?” Nancy cackled.
What? nothing.. where are you going?” You asked. “Oh just going to tell mom I’m going out after dinner, you want to come with?! It will just be me you and Jonathan.”
You wanted to go but you also wanted to stay and meet with Karen later. “No I’m good. Thanks for asking, have fun with Jonathan.”
Nancy gave you a look. “Okay, well if you ever change your mind just tell me! We are leaving at eight.”
You sat on the bed waiting for nancy to come back upstairs. Nancy burst through the door. “Okay so, can you please come with us? It will be fun!” “Nance I can’t.” You added.
“Why not?! I mean.. I would bring Barb but she’s not fun like you are.” Nancy pointed out.
“Nance, I would go but I have to help mike with algebra.”
Nancy rolled her eyes. “So?!”
“So, your brother is failing math so I have to help him! And plus I promised Mrs. Wheeler I would help him get his grade up.”
You aren’t actually going to help mike, you just needed an excuse.
You felt bad for lying to your best friend. But maybe it would be good for her and Jonathan to hang out without you. I mean, you don’t want to be in the middle of them.
“Okay, well you better come hang with me and Jonathan next weekend then.” Nancy demanded.
“Okay, I will.” You promised.
“Girls dinner!” Karen called.
Nancy grabbed your hand and ran down the stairs. “Mom can y/n come with me and Jonathan and not stay here with Mike and help with his dumb homework.” Nancy looked irritated.
Karen gave Nancy a look. “It’s y/n’s choice if she wants to go or not y/n is her own person and can choose for herself and Mike has already left with the boys.”
“Perfect!” Nancy grinned.
“SHIT.” you thought. You was going to have to make up another excuse again.
“Well I mean it’s really cold tonight Nance and I don’t really want to go, I mean you know how I get sick so easily.” Nancy gave you that look again.
“Okay, fine but remember about next week.” Nancy smiled.
“Alright.” You smiled back.
Nancy went upstairs to grab a coat. “Nancy is a little pushy.” Karen giggled. “Oh I would know.” You laughed.
“You know.. if you want to go you can.” Karen’s smile faded.
“No, Mrs. Wheeler I think I’ll just stay here if that’s okay it’s really cold and I don’t want to go out.”
“Of course.” Karen’s smile faded back. Nancy ran downstairs. “Mom I’m leaving early Jonathan is already here!” Nancy rushed through the door.
Ted wouldn’t stop staring at you the whole time you was at the dinner table. It was so quiet and awkward without Nancy there so Karen started up a conversation.
“So how is Mike doing in algebra?” Karen asked. You thought about what happened earlier. Ew, you hated the thought of him trying to kiss you.
“Oh.. he’s doing good.” You added awkwardly.
You changed the subject. You was so uncomfortable talking about Mike. “So your hair, I love it mrs. Wheeler it looks great.”
“Aw thanks y/n, just trying new things.” She looked at Ted and frowned.
You felt bad knowing that she’s trying new things for Ted but he just don’t ever see it. Like it’s obvious, she buys these new clothes and styles her hair differently all for him. But as clueless as Ted is he just don’t care.
That made you infuriated just thinking about it. You got up pushed your chair in, picked up your plate and put it in the sink.
“Thank you for everything Mrs. Wheeler, it was amazing.”
Karen smiled. “Well thank you, glad someone appreciates it.”
Holly reached from her high chair.
She grabbed your hand. “Can we play Barbie’s?” Holly giggled.”
“Sure!” You picked up Holly and headed towards the living room.
Karen admired that you were good with kids. You have always been. She found it attractive that you was so good with kids unlike Ted. He tries with Holly but Mike and Nancy he never did. It was always Karen.
Within 10 minutes of playing, Holly was knocked out on your chest. You obviously didn’t want to wake her so you slowly got up. You wrapped a blanket around her and put her in the crib upstairs.
You quietly shut the door and went back downstairs. Ted was asleep on the couch as normal. You just frowned at him and went to the kitchen.
Karen was putting up plates. You cocked your head around the corner. You heard Karen let out a sigh.
“You need help?” You grinned.
Karen couldn’t help but smile. “No, you’ve helped out enough.”
“Oh hush, it wouldn’t hurt for you to sit down for a while, you work too hard.” You argued.
“You know what, sure I will.” Karen said as she hopped on the countertop.
You then finished putting up the rest of the plates that Karen was putting up. “You’re way too hard on yourself sometimes you need a break.”
“I’m fine I don’t need breaks.” Karen scoffed and rolled her eyes at you.
You stepped closer to Karen. “Well I think you do.” You put your hand on her inner thigh and looked up at Karen.
Karen looked at you with such innocence. Her heart was absolutely racing and her face turned roses red again. You grabbed the right side of her cheek with your left hand. “You’re so beautiful.”
Karen grabbed your waist as you pushed yourself into her legs for a kiss. It felt as if she needed this. She hasn’t had this in a long time. You wanted her to feel loved and cared for.
Tonight, you was going to make her feel like a million dollars.
You left sloppy kisses all over her lips then moved to her neck. Karen moaned softly. Oh god it was so good, you wanted more. You moved her perfectly styled hair to unzip the back of her dress.
Oh god this is actually happening. I’ve waited for so long for this. You thought.
You then slipped the dress off of her perfectly shaped body leaving trails of kisses to her revealed breast. Picking Karen up off of her feet and running into the wall knocking off a picture.
“SHIT.” you yelled. Karen laughed at how clumsy you was being.
You were being loud but not loud enough to wake up Ted. Ted is the biggest heavy sleeper you know.
You continued to push Karen into the wall. Pushing your knee in between her legs.
Her red laced panties was drenched. You shoved your knee into her cunt once again. Karen moaned into your right ear. “Oh.. y/n.. don’t stop.”
You picked her up again and moved to the kitchen table. Ripped off her underwear and threw it on the floor.
You began to kiss on her clit slowly. She begged, “please.” You stopped teasing and got on your knees. You flattened your tongue and sucked on her clit.
Karen started to clamp her legs around your head. “That’s my girl.” You teased.
Karen’s eyes felt heavy, she closed her eyes as you slid your tongue inside of her. Leaving her with no words.
“Faster..” Karen whimpered. You begin flickering your tongue faster. Karen, bucking her hips into your face. Oh god it was perfect you didn’t want it to end.
She layed back knocking over bowls on the table. She couldn’t help but to be a little bit loud. She hasn’t felt this much pleasure in a long time.
You slip two fingers inside her pussy. She was so swollen, just for you.
You went in and out faster and faster until Karen screamed. “Oh god.. I- I’m going to cu- cum!”
It wasn’t long until you found yourself covered with her glossy white cum all over your face.
You sucked the rest of her sweet juices off of your fingers as you got up off of your knees. Your knees was definitely bruised from that hard wood floor. You handed her the dress you pulled off of her.
You heard the back door slam. It was Mike, it was passed the curfew. Mike ‘‘twas trying his best to not get caught.
Karen scrambled to put her dress on and act normal. You sat at the table while Karen made her way to the sink.
Mike walked through the doorway “shit.” Mike mumbled.
Karen looked over at Mike. “What was that? And also you’re late. You was supposed to be here over an hour ago Mike.”
“I was at hellfire mom.” Mike argued.
“It’s fine just don’t let it happen again.” Karen replied.
Mike walked upstairs.
Your heart was pounding. That was really risky you couldn’t believe it.
Karen made sure Mike went up stairs and went over to you and pulled you in for a kiss. “I had fun, tomorrow is your turn. I have something special planned for you.” Karen walked away into the living room.
Nancy bursts through the door searching for you. “Oh my gosh y/n you should have went! It was so fun!”
“I have so much to tell you.” Nancy squealed. Nancy grabbed your hand and ran upstairs.
Thanks for all the support guys I’m very sorry about the long wait! My mental health has been terrible and I thought I would never finish this. but thanks for all the love!
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Could you write some more karen/male reader? I saw ur suburban mom fic and damn u got me simping for her. 😩 (its ok if u don’t want to tho)
You know I'll always write for her 😏
☆ My model ☆ (Karen Wheeler x male reader)
"Oh oh! I have another idea!!"
Karen had entrapped her boyfriend into filling out her scrapbook for the last two hour. He been posing and changing outfits to her every whim.
"Oh that looks so good on you angel."
"Kar as much as I like this, how much longer do you want me here?"
"Just a few more I promise, now can you change into something velvety?"
A sudden idea came to him.
"Of course I can."
He sorted through the many spicy velvet bottoms that she had gotten him on valentines to see the perfect pair of black and red lace panties. He slipped a robe untied around his shoulders.
"Alright Karen how's this?"
She freezed face turning bright red. Then she grins eyes turning dark with lust.
"Well this will definitely have to be the last pictures."
#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#karen wheeler x male reader#karen wheeler smut#karen wheeler x reader#karen wheeler
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Never Say Never
Chapter 19
Pairing: SingleDad!StevexReader
Summary: You are a 32 year old single mother, raising your seven year old son on your own. After being widowed at 30 and going out on awful dates with disgusting men for the past month, you have decided that you're giving up. You already had your great love. One person can't possibly get lucky enough to have two in their lifetime. But then your son starts playing baseball and the coach might just change your mind about that.
No posting schedule.
18+ only for eventual smut
Word Count: 7.4K
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The peak of summer had hit. Humid days meant lots of time at the local pool and lake. You and Steve were enjoying every moment of the boys' break from school with them. Picnics in the woods, cookouts with friends, mini-golf, and trips to the zoo filled up your weekends. Evening bike rides had become part of your routine, often ending with ice cream cones or slushies from Scoops Ahoy. Nights spent chasing fireflies and roasting marshmallows over a fire. You and Steve had taken to enjoying evenings on the deck after the boys were in bed, glasses of wine in your hands.
Mid-July found everyone once again sitting around a large table at Sage and Salt, minus your parents, as you were all there for an entirely different reason this time.
“To Mike!” everyone cheered loudly, glasses clinking in celebration all around the table.
Mike’s cheeks blazed bright red, his lips disappearing in embarrassment at everyone making a fuss over him. He’d told you last week that he finally got an offer for his book. The book he’d been working on for years was finally going to be published, he was getting a decent advance for a new author, had signed the contract just that afternoon, and everyone had insisted on going out to celebrate.
“Thank you but this all feels a little…premature, doesn’t it?” he asked. “I mean, yeah, I got an offer and signed a contract but we have no idea how the book is going to do. Getting published doesn’t mean anything. Lots of people get published and their book just sits on a shelf collecting dust. It could still horribly flop.”
“It will not,” insisted El, looping her arm through his, a proud smile on her face. “You are going to do incredible. Michael Wheeler is going to be a household name.”
“Yeah, man. You could be the next Stephen King,” Lucas said.
Dustin snorted, “Nobody’s the next Stephen King. Stephen King is the only Stephen King there is or ever will be. Besides, his books are in a totally different genre. You can’t even compare the two.”
Max rolled her eyes, “Jesus Christ, Dustin. Can you just say yeah and be happy for your friend?”
“I am happy for my friend but it would be more appropriate to compare him to Eddings or Brookes as his book would be of the fantasy genre and they are fantasy authors. Of course, those are big shoes to fill. If his books do even half as well as theirs I will be impressed.”
“Okay, we get it,” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “Anyway, this is a huge deal and I am sure your book is going to be great. Congratulations Mike.”
“Thank you.”
“Yes, we’re so proud of you,” Karen beamed, teary, reaching over the table to pinch his cheek as he grimaced and pulled back from his mom.
“It’s about time,” Tedd grumbled, taking a long drink of his beer. “Only been working on the damn thing for five years, letting his wife pick up the slack.” Karen elbowed him and he looked over at her, completely unaware of how rude he was being.
“Well,” Joyce added, “I think it’s great. I can’t wait to read it. I will be first in line to buy it the day it comes out.”
Mike smiled at her, “Thanks.” He glanced around the table at all of his friends. “And thanks to all of you. If you wouldn’t have pushed me so hard, I’d probably still be editing it over and over again, too scared to ever actually put it out into the world.”
Nancy ruffled his hair, “No problem, kid. We all knew you had it in you even if you didn’t.”
“It’s an amazing story,” Will told them. “Mike really did his research. It’s well planned out, the plot is gripping, the characters are amazing, and the world building is on point.”
Dustin’s mouth dropped open, his fork hitting the plate with a clang, his eyebrows furrowing, “Wait. You’ve read it?”
Will shrugged, “I mean, yeah. Mike wanted me to look it over to see what I thought. I actually helped him with some of the editing.”
“How come he got to read it?” demanded Dustin, offended. “You said we couldn’t read it until it was published and perfect?”
“It’s Will,” Mike stated as if that should be enough explanation. “I trust Will to be honest with me.”
“We’re honest,” Lucas scoffed.
Max’s eyes rolled into her head, “Boys, boys…calm down. You all will have a chance to read it in a few months when it comes out. No need to bicker over who got to read it first. You’re all very important to Mike.”
“Speaking of people who are about to be famous, you will never guess who I saw at the record store today,” Robin said, turning to Steve as the boys continued to banter back and forth, her hand reaching across the table to grab a roll from the basket sitting in front of Steve.
“Who?” he asked.
“Eddie Munson.”
Steve’s eyes went wide, “For real?”
Robin nodded with a grin like she’d just spilled the juiciest news ever but being that you had no idea who she was talking about, you just munched on your bread. It didn’t appear that June had any idea who it was either as her and you shared a look of confusion. Based on the look on Steve’s face, this was very big news indeed.
“But I thought he took off,” Steve continued. “After senior year…well, his third try at senior year, anyway. He said he was getting out of this hellhole and never looking back.”
“He did get out. Hasn’t lived here for years but he came back to help Wayne pack up the trailer. Apparently, his band just got a record deal with this big label in L.A. He said they’ve been playing in clubs for years and were just thinking of packing it in and giving it up when this big record executive came to one of their shows. Anyway, they gave him this huge advance and he bought a house out there and Wayne is going to move in with him.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Steve remarked, his hand on your shoulder, thumb stroking the bare skin along the strap of your tank top. You had learned over the last few months that he was a very physical guy. Some part of him was almost always touching you and you weren’t complaining about it. “Good for him. You know, the way this town treated him, I always hoped he’d do well and show them all.”
“Who’s Eddie Munson?” June questioned just as you were about to ask it yourself.
“He’s this guy we went to school with. He’s Steve’s age but he had some struggles in school so he wound up graduating with my class. Honestly, I think he might have had ADD but of course they didn’t really talk about that back then. They’ve only really started talking about it in the last couple years. If you couldn’t keep your ass in the chair and learn like everyone else then you were just out of luck. Most of the teachers wrote him off as a lost cause so he lived up to it. He was sent out of the classroom so many times for being obnoxious or causing a disruption. But he was crazy talented at the guitar and he always had a book he was reading. People called him dumb but I never thought he was. Annoying, absolutely, but not dumb. I think he just couldn’t get it the way they were teaching it and no one took the time to figure out how to teach him.”
Steve shrugged, “He had it hard here. The town treated him like trash because his dad was trash. His old man went to prison for selling hot car parts and his mom took off when he was just a toddler. He wound up living with his Uncle Wayne when he was in middle school. Wayne had a trailer in Forest Hills. So on top of being a felon’s kid, on top of having trouble at school, he also lived in a trailer. It was the trifecta of judgement for the people in this town. Everyone always said he was up to no good and he was going to turn out just like his father.”
“You know,” Robin mused, tearing off little bits of her roll and stuffing them in her mouth, “one time some of the cheerleaders were being mean to me. Not that it wasn’t something that happened all the time.” She snorted, rolling her eyes. “I was a band geek so the jocks and the popular kids loved to give us shit. Anyway, they took my trumpet and were playing keepaway. Eddie stepped right in and swiped it from them, depositing it in my hands with a flourish and a bow before strolling off down the hallway. I always kind of admired him. He never let those asshats get him down. He just was who he was and he didn’t care what anyone thought of him.”
“I don’t know,” countered Steve. “I think everyone cares what other people think of them. I just think some of us are better at pretending like we don’t. I think that obnoxious, boisterous exterior was a shield he put up to protect himself once he realized he was never going to be accepted by this place. It was easier to pretend it didn’t matter than to allow himself to be vulnerable to the mockery. Dustin sure loved the guy though.”
“Loved who?” asked Dustin, catching the sound of his name.
“Eddie Munson,” Steve answered.
“Hell yeah I did. All of us did.” He gestured down the table to the other boys. “He was a Dungeons and Dragons Master. He was the head of our D&D club, Hellfire, and we all joined our freshman year of high school. Me, Lucas, Mike, and Will were never what you’d call…popular. Lucas was a bit once he started playing basketball and helped them win the championship game. But Eddie, man, he just accepted us from the first day. He gave us a place to belong. We were happy to be one of his sheep.”
Steve snorted, “It was like a damn cult. He referred to them as his sheep like he was a shepherd leading the flock. All four boys loved him but Dustin freaking worshiped the ground he walked on.”
“He passed the reins onto Dustin when he finally graduated, appointing him Dungeon Master,” Robin said, pausing to thank the waitress as she brought their food. “But he was heartbroken when he found out Eddie was going to completely skip town.”
“He was my friend. Hell, he was more like a brother, and he was a hell of a Dungeon master. I tried to fill his shoes but nobody really could,” Dustin stated. “I’ve been out there to visit him a few times, actually. He’s in town right now. Did you know that?”
“That’s what I was just telling him, doofus,” Robin said. Dustin stuck his tongue out at her and she laughed.
“And were you close to Eddie?” you asked Steve.
“Me? No. Not so much. Eddie and I…we didn’t have a lot in common. He was a metalhead who loved to play nerd games. I was an athlete who would rather do just about anything than Dungeons and Dragons. But I never had an issue with him like some people. I always thought he was a pretty good guy. Henderson’s a good judge of character. If he says you’re solid, you probably are. My few interactions with him were alright.”
One of Robin’s eyebrows lifted, her elbow dropping to the table as she leaned forward, “Oh please! You hated that Dustin and him were so close.”
“Yeah he did! He didn’t like that I had another older male friend. He wanted to be the only one.”
Steve’s lips came together, making a noise of disbelief, “Okay, one, gross. And please. Like I cared who you spent your time with. I was just relieved you weren’t constantly following me around anymore.”
Robin turned to you, “Don’t let him fool you. He was so jealous that Dustin was spending more time with Eddie. He got used to being the only one that the kid hero worshipped.”
“Aww,” you teased, poking him in the side, giggling when he jumped. “You didn’t like having to share your little brother?”
His eyes narrowed, “Please. Like I cared who Dustin Henderson hung out with.”
“Oh, he did,” Dustin shot back. “He can act like he didn’t want me around but he’d be lying. Steve loves me.”
“Okay, anyway, onto another topic please,” Steve begged, popping a fry into his mouth as the other guys caught wind of the conversation and started asking Dustin about Eddie.
“Alright, how about we talk about how my amazing girlfriend had some brilliant ideas about how to get more business into the coffee shop?” June offered, her hand covering Robin’s. “I was telling her how weekday evenings can be pretty dead and I wasn’t sure if I should start closing early and she had some amazing suggestions.”
“Oh yeah?” You leaned forward, arms folded on top of the table. You smiled at how red Robin’s cheeks flared at June’s compliment. “What amazing suggestions did you have?”
Robin shook her head, fingers tearing little pieces of her napkin nervously. “It wasn’t really anything spectacular…”
“Yes it was!” June huffed, rolling her eyes. “She’s just being modest. She mentioned starting a book club night. We could have specials to lure them in. I mean, what goes better with a conversation about a good book than a cup of coffee and yummy sweets?”
“Oh, I think that’s a fantastic idea!” you exclaimed, bringing your straw to your lips for a sip of Coke. “We don’t really have anywhere in town that does book clubs. I think you’d get a lot of people interested. You could even make a special dessert to go with the book they’re reading.”
June’s eyes lit up. “I love that idea! Like I could make something with orange marmalade for Bridget Jones's Diary. We think that might be the first pick. I could even come up with some fun drinks to go with it. Maybe instead of coffee, have a fun tea beverage.”
“Yes! I’m totally in for the book club.”
“Oh, did I hear you say you’re starting a book club at the cafe?” asked Nancy, making her way down the table to join them. “I’m in.”
“Really?” Robin asked. “I mean, you really think it’s a good idea?”
“I told you babe,” June sighed, “it’s an amazing idea. We’re thinking about Tuesday nights. We’ll feature one book a month. I’m partnering with Terry, who owns the bookstore. He said he’ll make sure to order extra of whatever we pick so people can buy it directly from him instead of having to drive into the city to find it.” She shrugged. “I mean, it’s a win-win for both of us, you know?”
“I also mentioned a live music night and maybe a poetry night where people could come in and perform,” Robin added, posture straightening as her confidence built seeing that everyone thought it was a good idea. “That’s why I was in the record store today. I was talking to Tom about the local bands he knew of. We want to get the word out but we need to know where to find the people to give the word.”
“Yeah. But we’re thinking of waiting on the live music for a couple months. I want to make sure we have the book club thing down before I try adding in anything else. If that all goes well, then maybe in a couple more months we can phase in poetry night.”
“The Hideout would probably be the best place to find bands,” Jonathan offered as he headed down to join them as well, his arm slipping around Nancy’s waist. “I mean, that’s where Corroded Coffin always played.”
Robin nodded, “I know but we want to host a variety of music. I think The Hideout is pretty heavy stuff. Not that we don’t want that too but it would be nice to do a variety to get more people in.”
Steve snorted, “Yeah. Not everyone wants to listen to a bunch of screaming. Makes my ears want to bleed.”
“You know, Matt works with a guy who’s in a band. They play more acoustic stuff. I could talk to him and see if his friend would want to play at your shop,” you told them.
“That would be great. Like I said, it wouldn't be for a couple months. Probably not until the end of summer but I wouldn’t mind lining up some talent so we have a schedule and are ready to go when it’s time. Plus that would give us some time to figure out logistics.”
“If you’re looking for something Monday through Friday, you could always eventually add a local artisan night too. People who make things could have small displays in your shop and in front of it. From my experience, people love that kind of stuff,” Nancy said. “There’s just something so gratifying about finding that unique something special that you can’t find anywhere else because it’s not mass marketed. You know?”
“That’s not a bad idea, either,” June agreed. “And I love getting to support artists and small business owners. Especially given that I am one.”
“Oh, I wanted to ask, would it be okay if Eli stayed over tonight?” asked Nancy, turning to you. “Jere has been bugging me all day since we were all going to be here together. We rented Space Jam and he refuses to watch it without Eli.”
Steve glanced over at you, eyebrows wiggling suggestively at the thought of the two of you having a night alone. You weren’t used to having Eli gone as much as he was these days. He usually wound up hanging out with one of the gang or having a sleepover at least once a week but you’d learned to appreciate any time you could have alone with Steve.
“Yeah. Absolutely. I’m sure he’d love that.” A soft smile lifted the corners of your mouth as you glanced down the table, watching as the boys took turns shooting straw wrappers at Dustin and Lucas, a skill that Hopper was apparently teaching them. The man was like an over-sized child sometimes.
“Thanks. We’ll bring them both back around lunchtime tomorrow if that’s good for you,” Jonathan said, him and Nancy sharing a smile. “Give you some morning time too, you know, if you need a little extra.”
A couple hours later found you strolling next to June as Steve and Robin argued ahead of you. Everyone had headed home and the four of you decided to walk off some of your food first. You were only able to catch a word here or there of Steve and Robin’s conversation and had no idea what they were arguing about. But considering it sounded playful, you weren't worried. If there was such a thing as platonic soulmates, those two were it. They bickered like siblings but their love for each other knew no bounds. That was obvious to anyone who witnessed their interactions for even a few minutes.
“So, it seems pretty serious with you and Robin,” you observed, hooking your arm through June’s as you walked along the main street.
A smile like a crescent moon curved the raven-haired beauty’s lips, “It is, I think. I’ve been crushing on her for months. I didn’t think she’d ever get the nerve to say anything. I mean, honestly, I wasn’t even sure if she liked me for a while. The girl never made eye contact with me. I knew she was into girls but I just figured maybe I wasn’t her type and she didn't want me to get the wrong impression or something.”
��Oh, she liked you,” you laughed, pausing to look in the window of the general store. Eli had been begging you for the Batcave playset that had come out a couple weeks ago. With his birthday coming up next month, you were going to need to stop in and get it. If you waited too long, it might not be there and you’d never hear the end of it. “She liked you a lot. I just think she was scared to say anything.”
“Obviously. But she’s…I mean, she’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. She’s so kind and thoughtful. I love the way she rambles when she’s nervous. It’s just the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. And those little freckles…I just want to kiss each one.” She giggled. “I often do, actually. It’s only been a few weeks but somehow I just know. I know this is going to be something amazing. I know it’s going to last, you know?”
You curved your lower lip in, nodding as your eyes instantly moved to Steve, “I do know.”
“You sure seem to. You and Steve are the freaking cutest. Anyone watching you two can see it’s something special.”
It was special. It was everything. It was more than you could have ever imagined you’d get in life. After losing it all, you’d never expected to find something this magical again, someone this amazing. You knew exactly what June meant because you just knew. You knew that Steve was it for her. You knew six months from now, six years from now, sixty years from now, the universe willing, that he would still be by your side and you would still be just as deliriously happy.
Robin shoved Steve, his hand coming to her face and shoving her back, both of them laughing. You watched the exchange with amusement. You already loved both of them so much. They had seamlessly been sewn into the fabric that was your life. What girl not only got to have the perfect guy but also the amazing people who came along with him? Sometimes it felt like too much, like you couldn’t possibly deserve this much.
“Are you two talking about us back there?” Robin questioned, walking backwards ahead of them.
“Only good things,” June promised.
“My girl's not complaining about how I don’t hang up my towel after a shower?” Steve asked, spinning around to face them. “Or how I leave little hairs in her sink when I shave? Or how she trips over my shoes because I don’t put them by the door where they belong?”
“I can accept all of those things if you can accept how I hog all the blankets at night,” you replied. “Or how I take showers so hot you feel like your skin is melting off. Or how I always take the last of the coffee and don’t make another pot.”
Steve stopped walking, waiting until you were right in front of him. His arms wrapped around you, hand locking at the small of your back, a gentle kiss pressed against your lips. Those lips, so damn soft. The man always had a ChapStick in his pocket. You knew because you’d run it through the washing machine more than once.
“I can accept every single one of those as long as it means I get to have you,” he whispered, his lips pressing softly against your nose.
“Did we just watch them exchange vows?” teased June. “Because those sure sounded like vows.”
“Seriously, when are you two just going to bite the bullet and move in together?” asked Robin.
Steve’s eyes went wide, zeroing in on you, examining you and you knew why. He was waiting. Waiting for you to sink into the dark abyss of an attack the way you had the last time moving in together had been brought up. You hated the way his body tensed, readying himself to try to pull you out of it. You hated that he assumed you would fall apart at the mention of the future with him.
Because you weren't. You weren't panicking. The two of you spent more nights together than not these days. You had toothbrushes at each other’s places. You had a drawer with a spare change of clothes for those last minute decisions to stay over. He had a thermos in your cupboard for his coffee for work when he woke up at your place.
“Robin, we’ve only been dating for a few months,” Steve urged, darting a warning glance at his friend. “We’re taking things slow.”
Robin guffawed, her head thrown back with loud laughter, “Moving slowly? You sleep at each other’s houses every single night.”
“Not every night,” Steve argued.
“Practically,” she stated. “You already act like a married couple. Aly packs your lunches for work for crying out loud.”
You shrugged, “I mean, I’m already packing Eli’s and mine so I just…”
“I don’t care that you pack his lunch. But if you’re packing lunches, taking turns picking up the kids from school, and sleeping next to each other every single night, what’s the difference if you just go from two houses to one?”
“She’s not wrong,” June agreed. “You’re basically living together in two different spaces. Just sell one. It’s definitely more economically logical. You’d only have one house payment.”
“And if you sell one, you’d have a decent chunk of change. You could use it for…oh, I don’t know…a wedding?” Robin’s eyebrows wiggled tauntingly.
“We haven’t…I mean…we’ve talked but not…” you stammered.
Steve’s hands found yours in an attempt to ground you. Oddly, you didn’t need it. This talk about weddings and living together, talk that used to make your heart run a marathon, that used to suck the air right out of your lungs, wasn’t doing anything. You just didn’t know how to respond. After the hospital incident, you hadn’t really discussed it anymore.
It wasn’t like it wasn’t there, a thought that kept jabbing at your brain every now and then. But you’d been happily just going along the way you were. If he had Jere, you would stay at his place so Jere could have his things. If he didn’t, they stayed at your place. Miles had even gotten comfortable at both houses. The dog was at home at your place, leaving dark hairs everywhere that you could never seem to fully vacuum away. Somehow you always went to work covered in him but you didn’t mind.
But did Steve want to take that step? He’d told you that he hadn’t meant it when he said he liked his space. But the man had been living on his own for a while. He didn’t have to be attached to a child seven days a week. If you moved in together, he would have Eli around all the time. Maybe he wanted to be able to head back to his own place, his sanctuary of peace and solitude.
“Okay Robin. Your suggestions and opinions are duly noted,” Steve said, putting an end to the discussion. “Thanks for the input.”
Robin shrugged, grinning, “Just wanted to get my two cents out there. Voice the idea into the world. Because we both know you two will never do it if left to your own devices.”
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Steve stroked your hair as you lay with your head on his chest, the two of you relaxed back on a blanket. A cool breeze tickled his skin, crickets creating a soundtrack for your evening as you enjoyed a moment of quiet together in his backyard. Stars twinkled like diamonds in the night sky, the half moon providing what little bit of light you had.
He felt completely at ease with you right here where you belonged, cocooned in his arms, your hearts beating rhythmically against one another, sharing each other’s warmth to ward off the chill of the early summer evening.
He’d been expecting you to go into a full blown anxiety attack earlier when Robin started talking about moving in together. He’d expected another call to 911 when you'd mentioned marriage. But he’d never been so glad to be wrong. You had taken it in stride. You'd stammered a bit, looked a little nervous, but you hadn’t lost control. It was a small step in the right direction.
Steve hadn’t broached the subject of living together since that night when he almost ruined everything. You were spending most nights and mornings together as it was. It wasn’t enough. He didn’t think it would ever be enough but you seemed to be okay with it and so it was what he would make himself okay with for now. He’d made a silent vow not to push you anymore and he’d stuck to it, waiting for you to let him know when you were ready for the next step.
Had he wondered if you never would be? Of course he had. With your past, your struggles with anxiety, it concerned him that this could be what your relationship looked like forever. You frozen in place, terrified to move even an inch in a forward direction. Him never saying anything for fear of pushing you away. The two of you at a standstill, your relationship never evolving, never changing past two people who dated and stayed over at each other’s places.
Steve had thought you'd fallen asleep until you said softly, “Maybe Robin has a point.”
“Hmm?” he questioned, pulling himself from his thoughts.
You lifted your head, placing both hands over his heart before resting your chin on the backs of them. You took his breath away. Every time you looked at him it was like he had forgotten just how beautiful you were and he was stunned all over again. Every damn time. His fingers slid a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I said maybe Robin has a point,” you repeated, turning your face into his touch, your lips pressing a kiss to the center of his palm.
Steve snorted, “Robin’s never right about anything.” At the look you gave him, he relented. “Okay. Fine. Yeah, she has some great ideas about June’s cafe. I think those things will really help bring in the business. We’ve yet to see but maybe she does have a point.”
“Steve, that’s not what I’m talking about.”
His heart stuttered in his chest. You couldn’t be saying what he thought you were saying, right? No. That was just him getting his hopes up far too high. It had only been a little over a month since that night in the hospital. There was no way you were going from barely able to breathe at the idea to suddenly saying you should move in together.
He swallowed, trying to rein in the desire that was raging in him for you to open your mouth and say those words. Because if you didn’t, the disappointment would come crashing down on him like an avalanche, his heart crushed under the weight of hundreds of tons of rock and rejection.
“So, what are you talking about?” he asked, attempting to keep the hope he was feeling out of his voice.
Your head tilted, your mouth curving into a gentle smile, “I mean, we are practically living together as it is. We’re just doing it in two different spaces. It does seem kind of silly, doesn’t it?”
Steve swallowed hard, nodding, barely trusting himself to reply with more than that. He wanted to grab onto you, pull you into him, kiss you breathless, and beg you to move in together. To choose a place. He didn’t care which. If you wanted to keep your place, that was fine with him. He just wanted you to be in his life, all of it, every day for forever.
“I understand if you’re not ready. I know you’ve probably gotten used to having your own space. I’m sure it’s nice to come home to a quiet house on the days when Jeremiah is with Nancy and Jonathan. So, I’m not pressuring you or anything. I’m just saying maybe it’s something to think about?”
He nodded. Emotion was clogging his throat. He knew he needed to say something. He needed to respond to you but he couldn’t seem to get sound past the lump in his esophagus.
You blinked quickly, burying your head against his chest again as you muttered softly, “Anyway, just a thought. No big deal. I wasn’t saying we have to do it now.”
Jesus Christ, he chastised himself. Open your mouth. Say something. His arms wound around you tighter. Those beautiful eyes, eyes he hoped he was lucky enough to look into for the rest of his life, opened wide. He traced the back of his hand over the soft skin of your cheek.
“Move in with me,” he urged. “Or I’ll move in with you. I don’t care. But let’s move in together.”
Those perfectly pink lips arced up on both sides, “Really?”
“Yes, really. Invade all of my space. I told you, I don’t want space. I don’t want quiet. I don’t want alone. I just want you. You and Eli and Jeremiah. I want you to fill up all the space until there’s none left.”
“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that?”
“Honey, I’ve never been more sure of anything than I am of you,” he said. “I know I want you forever. I know you’re it for me. I don’t need to wait and see. I don’t need time to figure anything out. I’ve known from the moment I saw your face that you were going to be something special in my life. And you are. I want you and everything that comes with you.” He cradled your face in his palms. “I want this face to be the first thing and the last thing I see every day.”
Tears sparkled in your eyes under the light of the moon. “Me too. Maybe it’s quick but I don’t care. I thought I needed to move slowly. I thought I would need time to know if this was right but I don’t. I feel it, so deeply in my bones. You’re right. This is right. I was worried about Eli but I don’t have to be because I am certain. I love you and so does he. It won’t matter if we decide today or six months from now. I will be completely certain it’s you.”
“So, your place or mine?” he asked.
“I…” You paused, inhaling sharply.
“It’s okay if you want to keep your house, honey. My house is just a house. Your house holds a lot of memories for you. I know that. I truly don’t care where I live as long as you and the boys are there.”
“No. I mean…I don’t think I want to keep the house. That house is full of memories but they’re memories from a different life. I want to start fresh. I want to build new memories with you. I don’t need the house to remember. Those memories will always be with me but I’m tired of living with a ghost and that’s what it feels like there. I mean, I should probably talk to Eli about it and see how he feels. But what would you think about buying a new house? Something we choose together? Something where we can create our own history and stories?”
“I think that sounds perfect.”
And it did. A whole new space where you could choose things together. You could slowly make it your own. A house that you would turn into a home by filling it with love and a shared history. A place where you could raise your boys together and then a space for just the two of you when the boys were grown and out creating their own futures. Four walls that would contain all the memories of your years, the happy and the sad, that you would look back on years down the road.
“I love you,” you whispered, beaming from ear to ear.
“I love you, too. God, I love you so much.”
You pushed yourself up, resting both knees on either side of his hips, straddling him under the stars in his backyard. Miles lifted his head from where he lay observing on the deck and Steve raised his hand, his command for stay. The dog released a heavy sigh but dropped his big head back down on his paws.
“You are everything I never thought I could have.” Whispered words as your mouth, hot and sweet, covered his, your tongue teasing, flicking and brushing over his lips, teeth, and tongue. “You are a damn dream, Steve Harrington and I hope I never wake up.”
Your words, transmitted on your breath from your mouth to his, traveled throughout, spreading, inhabiting every single space. His hands ran over your body, grabbing and squeezing, as he made a vow to himself to keep you feeling like that. To ensure you never woke up, never looked around and doubted your choice right here on this blanket, never was disappointed to find the dream wasn’t your reality.
You ground your hips over him and hissed at the feel of rock hard denim pressing over your clit. One hand slid up your shirt, taking your breast in his palm, while the other slid underneath your skirt, grabbing a handful of your ass. You rocked harder against him, whimpering when he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth between kisses.
Steve sunk into your mouth, taking the kiss even deeper, his tongue exploring, gliding and dancing over yours. His hand on your ass grabbed onto the lacy fabric covering your hip, his fingers wrapping around it, wanting to tear it off of you and bury himself to the hilt right now.
“Should we…?” you tried but gasped when he pinched your nipple, rolling the pert little bud between his thumb and forefinger. “Should we go inside?”
“No, honey…can’t wait…wanna fuck you right here…under the stars…” he mumbled against your skin, sucking and nibbling a path up your neck to your chin. “Wanna have you under me…take you in the moonlight…”
A squeak escaped you when his arms came around your waist, flipping you to your back beneath him. His fists came down on either side of your head, taking in the sight of your wide eyes, parted lips, flushed skin.
“Fuck, you’re so damn beautiful,” he growled, his lips crashing down over yours again as your fingers dove into his hair, your legs locking around his waist as your heat sought out the friction of him again.
“But neighbors,” you protested weakly when his fingers wrapped around the edge of your panties, yanking them down and away, tossing them carelessly somewhere in the yard. “What if someone sees?”
“No one’s gonna see,” he assured you, his lips traveling down your body, lifting your shirt to press open mouthed kisses over the soft skin of your stomach. “Maybe Miles, but he won’t tell anybody. He’s good at keeping secrets.”
You giggled at that, the sound filling his ears, delighting his senses. It was one of his favorite sounds in the world, maybe his most favorite. It was a sound he wanted to cause you to make every single day but it’s not the sound he wanted right now.
Sliding down the blanket, he slipped his head under your skirt, taking your pussy in his mouth, and that’s when he got the sound he wanted. You choked out his name when he sucked on your clit like a throat lozenge. You writhed, whimpered, when he licked you from top to bottom, swirling his tongue over you teasingly.
The taste of you made him feel drunk, his head fuzzy in that delicious way when the world just goes soft. He wrapped his arms around each of your thighs, holding you in place, as he feasted on you. Your back arched, fingers tangling in his hair, as he flicked his tongue over your clit.
“Jesus, Steve,” you groaned, your hips rocking against his face, seeking sweet release.
Fuck, he would never get enough of you. Your taste. Your scent. Your sounds. The way you felt. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs happily and it still wouldn’t be enough.
You were panting softly above him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your thighs trembled around his head and he knew you were close to coming undone. Steve wrapped his mouth around your clit and your entire body froze as you cried out his name loudly. He gently lapped at your sweet center, not stopping until he felt you relax beneath him.
“Steve…” Your voice was raspy with lust, your fingers threading through his hair, leading him up your body. He stared down at you, the way your skin glistened under the faint light of the moon, your eyes heavy, your lips curled in a satisfied smile. “I think the neighbors might have heard me.”
He grinned, pressing his forehead to yours, “Let them. Then they all know you’re mine.”
“I am, you know? Yours. Just yours,” you whispered, bringing his mouth to yours again, kissing him deeply.
Those words did something to him, scratching an itch in his brain he hadn’t even known was there before this woman came into his life. Steve worked at his belt, undoing his jeans and kicking them down his legs, needing to be inside of you.
Nestling himself between your legs, he took his cock in his hand, sliding the tip over your clit and through your folds, teasing. You moaned, low and deep, your eyes fluttering as he slipped just the tip in before bringing it back out to run through your slick tauntingly. Your feet slid over his calves, your hands slipping under his shirt, nails running over the skin of his back.
“Steve…stop teasing…” you pleaded.
“Lift up your shirt for me, honey,” Steve told her. “I want to see all of you while I fuck you.”
You obeyed, tugging your shirt up and over your head, leaving you lying beneath him in nothing but your little black skirt and a scrap of lacy pink fabric that was so sheer he could see your nipples, dark pink and hard. He couldn’t take it anymore, his hand grabbing onto your hip as he thrust inside of you, burying himself in your heat.
“Oh fuck, yes…Steve…” you groaned, your nails digging into his flesh.
Jesus, you felt so damn good. He thrust again, sinking even deeper into you if that was possible, both of you moaning. Your legs locked around him, your bodies melding together until he could barely pull out. His hips rocked into you, small movements that kept him sheathed the whole time, his cock dragging over your walls.
“I love you…Jesus Christ, honey…I love you…so fucking good…you feel so fucking good,” he grunted, rutting against you, chasing his own high as he felt you already starting to tremble beneath him again.
“Love…you…” you panted, fingers gripping his shoulders, your mouth catching his for a moment before you broke off, head dropping back. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop…oh god…Steve…right there…I’m gonna…”
His head fell back, riding it out as your pussy clenched down around him, clinging to him as you rode out the wave. He was almost hyperventilating as he thrust into you hard, fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips, his eyes squeezing shut as his own orgasm crashed down over him with force, spilling into you.
His cock throbbed within you as your pussy pulsed around him. He dropped down, his elbows on either side of your head, his hands cupping your cheeks. You looked like a fucking vision glowing and flushed in the subtle light of the moon above them. Your hand came to his cheek, smiling up at him, looking as satisfied as he does after he’s power washed every damn thing outside of his house.
“You’re mine, huh? Just mine?” he teased with a smirk, thumb coasting over the curve of your cheekbone.
You turned into his touch, pulling the tip of his thumb between your lips, “For as long as you want me to be.”
“Careful what you wish for, honey because that’s a long time. I’m thinking forever.”
“Works for me,” you beamed, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, pulling his lips down to yours.
Chapter 20
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Tape From Hell
Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader, more
Ask: @hargrove-stan: Can I request an imagine where the reader and Billy are dating and instead of billy getting possessed by the mind flayer it’s the reader? And billy is the one trying to free the reader from the mind flayer’s possession in star court mall? Reader doesn’t die!
Warnings: NSFW! swearing (like a lot), t o x i c relationship, SMUT, oral (f receiving), p in v, choking, dirty talk, a hint of degradation, billy being bat shit? Idk if it's a part of his personality comes with the package, crying, angst, sad shit, violence! (not from Billy for a change), it's dark I ain't gonna lie, minors dnr
Word-Count: 14k (I know she’s a long one but it’s worth it)
There were a few things about Billy that had you seething with anger for a big part of your relationship. For one, Billy Hargrove was one big asshole. He could be oh so selfish and self-obsessed and sneaky as hell. Something about his way just played into one’s annoyance just right. Perhaps it was a talent, really, for him to be able to change someone’s mood from happy to sour with only a few words and calculated looks. Just like he had done to you only half an hour prior, leaving you to sit in your car, anger brooding in the back of your mind.
You had been on your way home, punching your steering wheel furiously, as you cussed him out, the mixtape he had made for you playing loudly in the background when you almost hit a tree. Deciding it was better to stop for a few moments and calm yourself, you now sat at the side of the road, head thrown back against the seat, eyes closed as you forced yourself to stand over it.
Everything had been just fine; you knew his temper and his habits of flirting. You knew and it was fine. But when you came to the Hawkins Community Pool, where you had planned to surprise him with some food and a new bikini, which you knew he would drool over, only find him grinning down at Karen Wheeler, while biting his lip and moving his hand to gallantly pull at the strap of her swimsuit – which was quite unsuitable for a woman her age, by the way. He had seen you then, after giving a wink to one of her lady friends. And he knew what he had done too, for the sly smile had frozen on his lips and his limbs seemed to stiffen dramatically. You had turned around then, walking back to your car with the two milkshakes and bag of food in hand. He had run after you, too, and you thought had he not done so, you would have been less angry now. It was nothing, he had said. They just like to look, no need to overreact. That one had gotten you and God you had reacted, for he had pulled such shit, too, back when you were both still in high school.
All images of him ever flirting with other girls and women while you two were dating flashed in your mind. And Jesus, they were a lot, but you knew what you were getting into when you first started seeing him. You knew and you didn’t care, because all that Billy was, he was good, too. He was so very good sometimes that your heart sputtered over with love and happiness, so much you had never felt anything to compare it to. Sipping the milkshake that hadn't landed on top of his head, you started up the engine of your car again, continuing your drive further into the town. You had just gotten off one of your jobs, where you worked as a secretary for men, who showed not a single bit of respect for you, only to gain further humiliation at your second job having to wear an orange-shaped head, while selling orangey beverages all evening long.
You parked the car, which once had belonged to your father, in a sunny spot close to the entrance of Starcourt Mall. Your head plopped down against the steering wheel, eyes lazily turning to your passenger seat. A pout worked its way to your lips at the orange, green-collared, pink-buttoned work uniform. With a huff you stripped of the fine shirt you were currently wearing, leaving you in the bikini top you had purchased. For Billy.
You rolled your eyes and slipped on the orange piece of pure torture, gripping the silly hat and locking your car. There was another half hour before you had to start your shift, so instead of heading straight for Orange Julius you went up the stairs, ready to bother the shit out of your one friend.
Ignoring the people whispering upon noticing your fast pace, you vanished inside the little shop, crossing it in seconds as you pulled a chair up to the counter, causing it to screech.
"Jeez," Robin stared down at you, as you let yourself fall on the uncomfortable plastic that made the skin of your thighs stick to it. You groaned at her look, pressing your face against the cold surface of the counter, barely missing the little bell there.
She pressed her palm flat to your forehead and lifted your head. "You know how many disgusting toddler hands were all over that surface? Remember the acne you had freshman year? Be ready to embrace it 'cause it's coming for round two, baby."
"Wheeler," you whined. "Goddamn, he was flirting with her."
"Nancy?" She clicked her tongue. "Can't blame him."
"No," you moaned ready to press your face back to the counter, but her hand stopped you. "Mrs. Wheeler." You pulled back then to lean against the chair, pushing back strands of hair. "I mean, what is it? Am I- I not wrinkly enough? Do I need to put on old people's clothes?" Your hand reached for her arm as you pulled her closer. "I'm not ready to look like an old lady, Robin."
She flicked at your hand so you would let go of her. "Ah, yeah, Hargrove. Such a nice guy," she mused sarcastically. "Been telling you how much I like him, right?" She grinned falsely, batting her eyelashes. "Dreamboat waiting to sail. Nothing wrong with that guy." She rested her elbows on the counter. "One could think you are a bull with how much you go for the red flags."
You rolled your eyes, before letting them wander over the different sorts of ice-creams. "Worst thing, I spent money for him. Again."
"Did you buy him shitty expensive cologne again? 'Cause everybody needs that in their life."
"Okay, firstly, it was his birthday and he liked it. Secondly, no I didn’t. Thirdly…" You quieted as you thought.
A chuckle from behind Robin got your attention. "You don’t have a third point, do you?"
You narrowed your eyes at the brunette. "You haven’t gotten your dick wet yet, have you?"
Robin snorted. "I should make a new scoreboard. This happens way too often for there not to be a scoreboard."
"What did you spend the money on, though?" Steve questioned. You shamelessly unbuttoned a bit of the work uniform which had Steve chocking on his own spit. Pulling away the orange fabric, you showed off the bikini.
"That is…" Robin cocked her head, her hand dangling in front of her own chest as she tried to gesticulate. "Tiny… very… strappy?"
"It's hot," you argued, buttoning the uniform back up. Pointing to Steve, you gave Robin a triumphing grin. "Shut Harrington up and he didn’t even see the bottoms. Two words for you; tiny and strappy."
Robin, too, gave a glimpse over her shoulder at her colleague. "Talking about scoreboards," she mumbled, getting the whiteboard from the back. With her teeth, she pulled off the marker's cap and drew a thick line on the YOU SUCK side of the scoreboard. Your eyes landed on the empty YOU RULE part.
"Why don’t you just dump him?" Steve inquired, coming to stand beside your friend. "I haven't seen him since school ended and let me tell you, the guy's not very miss-able."
You pouted. "Because I lo-"
"No!" Robin groaned, shielding her ears dramatically. "I had to listen to three months of whining because he wouldn’t take you out. I went through that and took it like a mother-effing champ. Don’t say the other thing. I can’t take that yet."
"Robin, Billy and I have been dating for a while, you know? Pretty sure you should get ready for hearing the L-Word."
"What, it's been like a month. Big deal."
"A year," you spoke slowly. "We have been dating for a year."
"Huh," she made. "Guess time moves differently with one foot in hell."
"Did you just call my relationship hell?"
"Yup."
You crossed your arms. "You owe me free ice cream now."
"No freebies for you anymore," Steve grumbled.
You frowned. "C'mon," you whined, patting the counter expectingly. "Give me the scoops, Ahoy Boy."
"No," he squeaked, scrunching up his face. "Not after last time." The last time he had lost a bet with you, saying he would be able to get some girl's number. He hadn’t been able to do that, winning you all the ice cream you wanted for a day, straight out of his pocket. You hadn’t held back, going home with a crucial tummy ache that evening.
"Doesn’t your shift at OJ's start like four minutes ago?" Robin chimed in, still playing with the marker between her fingers.
Once more a pout grazed your lips as you stood. "This isn't over yet, Harrington. I'm going to get my scoops."
Pushing the chair back where it belonged, you waved to Robin – the one friend you had had through High School before Billy had shown up from California. You had noticed him the second he pulled up in that beautiful Camaro of his. Unlike the car that you owned, his was polished and treated with care. Treated with love.
Billy didn’t hold love more many things in this life but his car surely was one of them.
After his big entrance, everyone around you had his name in their mouths, with the rumor-mill stirring like crazy. Before the first period had even started, you knew his name, age, and half of his family history. And he had known absolutely nothing about you. Not even known you existed – until later in the week.
You had been on your period, you remembered that. Remembered the ache in your lower abdomen, and that you had been forced to change pants after the gym class which the teacher hadn’t allowed you to sit out. So, you were walking the halls of Hawkins High in an already sour mood that had gotten significantly worse about halfway through Miss Click's history class. She had given back a surprise test that you hadn’t studied for, which was pretty clear after you saw the grade.
To say you were a bit feral that day – big understatement. When Billy Hargrove then ran into you after his afternoon basketball practice, you exploded into a fit of rage that the school hallways had never witnessed from you before.
"Are you blind? Or just blind stupid?" You had hissed at him. "I mean, understandable. That big goddamn ego of yours must be leaving no place for even just part of a brain, is it?"
As Billy spotted the crease between your brows and the furious fluttering of your nostrils and how you still just looked just so damn sweet, he knew he needed to have the devil in angel's clothing. No matter how much you resented him at first. He had managed to make you want him, so much that you spent months ranting about him to Robin. How he had managed it, you still didn’t know.
After receiving shit about the five minutes you were late, you took your spot and hat and filled the beverages in round glasses for the customers to enjoy. Once they were done, you were there to gather the dirty dishes and bring them to the back. It went on for about an hour until a perfectly styled mullet entered your vision.
"No," you said flatly as you saw his little grin. "I'm working and I don’t feel like talking right now."
His hand reached out to tug at the embarrassingly big hat you wore, which you slapped away with a huff. Mrs. Wheeler surely didn’t have to wear something so stupid. You took a step back and crossed your arms, watching as he harshly bit down on the minty chewing gum. He turned his back to you, giving you a second to freely roll your eyes, as he changed the sign on the glass door from open to closed.
"Billy," you warned. "I'm working. I don’t have time to listen to you try to talk yourself out of the deep shit you're in."
"Oh, Sweetheart," he mused, showing off his pearly whites. "Never said anything about talking, now, did I?" His fingers went up to pull out the piece of chewing gum which had probably already lost its taste.
"I swear to god, if you put that down somewhere without properly throwing it away, I will stick it to your forehead," you warned, already scrunching up your nose at the thought of having to scrub gum off any more surfaces. The ones beneath the tables were disgusting enough to clean each month.
"Princess," he spoke up, stalking closer which made you shift from foot to foot. You wanted to close your eyes and hit your head against one of the mixers to remind yourself not to let him get to you.
"No," you insisted, putting a hand out to push him away. "I don’t want your apology."
Seeing the seething red in your eyes, he sighed and finally took a step back. He leaned his back against the wall across from you, clenching and unclenching his fingers. You knew he did so to center himself, slightly pushing his nails into his skin as a reminder not to blow up when talking to the people important to him. "I'm sorry."
You lifted a brow. "For what?"
His mouth opened unsurely. "Everything."
"Everything," you whispered to yourself, before a light chuckle escaped you, with a shake of your head. "You're a bad liar, you know that?" As he went to argue about your statement, you lifted a finger, signaling him to just stop with the whole goddamn charade. You gripped the orange-shaped hat from your head and flung it aside, as you stepped further into the back. Distance was needed before you got close to bursting into tears from all your pent-up frustration with him. In front of the giant fridge, you stopped, far out of his reach, out of his sight. Both of your hands went to your face. You wanted to shout into a pillow, like you had done back in Highschool when something angered you. Or perhaps punching something, anything that would have eased what you were feeling.
Your name sounded from his lips as he rounded the corner, causing you to straighten your back. "Talk to me," he spoke, confusion in his voice as though he had no idea whatsoever of what was going on inside of your head; your heart.
"Fine," you hissed and turned to face him; angry tears stinging in your eyes. "You act like nothing's wrong when it clearly is! And I keep trying to tell myself that all of… all of your shit is just that. Your shit. And that it's going to stop at some point. That you will grow out of whatever egoistical trip you're on. But no matter how long I wait and how much I tell myself the wait is worth it, somehow, it's always a losing game with you!"
"I'm sorry," he repeated, eyes averted to the checkered floor.
"Oh, stop it." That got him to look up. "You're not. Because this is what you enjoy, Billy. God knows why but you fucking love me screaming at you, you like seeing me angry, you like us fighting."
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled, unable to stop his own fury from rising. "I work at the goddamn swimming pool. I wear swimming trunks and I can’t fucking help them ogling me!"
"That's not even what this is about anymore!"
"What the fuck is it about then?!"
"You treating me like shit, Billy!" You shouted, throat hurting with the tone you were hitting. "What the fuck happened to all of your promises? I will take care of you, I promise to love you, I can’t wait to start a life with you," you spat in his face, ready to grip some of the filled cups that you had falsely made – in your occupation of mind - and were sent back, just to see something run down that goddamn annoyingly pretty face of his. Even if you had already smashed a milkshake on his head only hours prior.
Angry tears were pricking at your waterline, eyes burning. Or perhaps they weren't simple angry tears at all. They were a realization that somewhere along the way so much had gone wrong and still you couldn't bring yourself to give him up. You couldn't bring yourself to turn your back on the bad seemingly following your relationship because every time you tried, all the good moments invaded your thoughts, as though it was a sign that your relationship still could be everything you had hoped for.
You knew he could be. You were certain of it, had seen it in the way his eyes would make sure you were alright after coming home from a stressful day of work; In the way he checked if you had gotten enough water over the day since you tended to forget. Or how he brought back tapes which he thought you would like when it was actually him that had wanted some new music for blasting in his car.
He had a well-tuned stereo in his room, boxes placed so the center of the room would be hit with the perfect tune. You had laid on the floor the first time he played you a tape and he didn't question it, didn't look at you with anything else but adoration before joining you.
Not wanting him to see you cry, you turned with your head hung low, one hand pressed against your lips in case an uncontrollable sob tried forcing its way from your throat, while your other hand wiped at your eyes. Arms snaked around you from behind, pressing you tightly against his solid front.
"I'm sorry," he whispered over and over again, nosing at the side of your face as he pressed a kiss to your temple. You shut your eyes, turning your face to the left, away from him, and yet he continued. Admitting to being an asshole, admitting he didn't deserve you, admitting he loved you. Your heart ached until suddenly you couldn't help it as you turned your head to the other side, his kisses now falling to your cheek.
"I'm so fucking sorry," Billy murmured once more and you craned your neck then. His lips found yours immediately. Desperate and scared of losing you. Of having finally crossed the line after coming so, so close too many times to count. He couldn't understand why he was so intent on fucking up the thing he thought was the most precious achievement he had ever made. He didn't care about being popular, didn't care about making people gawk after him, not really. He cared about you so fucking much it scared him.
There were so many things in your relationship he was afraid of and somehow, he had already managed to do half the things he tried avoiding so furiously. He knew you deserved so much more, so many things better than him, better than this goddamned town. He had meant it when saying he wanted to start a new life with you somewhere else, had started circling ads for houses or apartments in newspapers that he usually wouldn't bother giving a second glance to. He had started saving up, too. Though money was one thing he couldn't say he had a fair share of.
"I'll be better," he promised, hushing it against the sweet flush on your lips which his kisses had caused. "You deserve better."
"I know," you whispered, promising yourself this was the last chance you were granting him as he turned your form in his arms. His hands, calloused by basketball and weight-lifting, fell to either side of your face, and once more his mouth was on yours; no less desperate, no less scared, no less guilty.
It was in the snap of a second that the softness faded and all the pain and betrayal was put into a messy clash of tongue and teeth. Your arms circled his shoulders as he backed you up against one of the metal tables. He tugged at the polo shirt you were wearing, almost tearing it over your head as he carelessly threw it over his shoulders.
The decorative orange and green lighting was a blur as he heaved you onto the cool surface. He halted for a moment, letting his eyes wander to the newest addition to your closet. A grin spread on his lips as he gave a swift tug on the fabric.
"Did you get that for me, baby?" His face was molten with a hint of cockiness, shaped slyly by his lopsided smirk. "Wanted me to tell you how pretty you are?" Billy questioned, lips hovering over yours before he dipped in for a soft peck. "You are, baby. My perfect girl."
My girl. Your breathing picked up and not a second you had his hair in your grasp, pulling him in close. His lips smashed onto yours in a forceful kiss. With expert fingers he snapped open the bikini top, making it join your shirt on the floor. Billy's rough hands found your hips as he pushed you closer to the ache pressing needily against the prisoning material of his jeans. One of his hands trailed up along your naked waist, finding one of your sensitive peaks, letting his thumb brush over it until he gave it a sudden pinch. You gasped.
"You liked that, baby?" He questioned against your lips, deepening the kiss before you could answer. His nose tenderly landed on your cheek, trailing down further. A small, innocent kiss was pressed against your neck as simultaneously his left hand tightened, digging into the flesh of your hip. With the tip of his tongue, Billy trailed along your pulse point, causing your eyelids to fall shut. There was no denying the comfortableness you felt when being in his arms, his kisses something to give you bliss and steal your breath.
"Billy," you sighed, the name falling from your tongue coated in all the sweetness you weren't sure he deserved. Your head felt as though it was rising to the clouds and every stroke of his tongue across your skin lulled you in contentment.
Though suddenly his mouth left your skin. You opened your eyes in confusion, only to find him sinking to his knees. "I'm gonna show you just how sorry I am."
Your thighs tensed, his bigger hands around them, spreading them however he desired, while your hands unconsciously followed the feel of his soft, blonde locks. Lightheadedness struck you as his breath fanned over the sensitive insides of your bare thighs. You didn't like a lot about your work uniform but the skirt you were growing quite fond of. The warmth caused your legs to clench as something deep in your lower tummy tightened.
"I don't care about any of them," he told you and you knew he meant the ogling women while his hands were squeezing and lifting your leg onto his shoulder. He brought your ankle to his lips, eyes boring into your own before he slowly worked his way up. "Only thing I want is you," he murmured, words smeared against the heated skin of your thighs. "Having those pretty legs spread just for me." He teethed incautiously against your sensitive spots that he knew oh so well. Again, a bright smirk spread across his face. "Getting to hear those perfect little noises from that smart mouth of yours when I make you cum."
Your legs shook as his hands bunched up the fabric of your skirt, hearing him suck in a sharp breath at the tiny bikini bottom barely covering your core. "You were going to wear that to the public pool, baby? Show everyone how pretty you look for me, how much of a whore Hawkins good girl really is?"
You swore silently as he gave a slap to your inner thigh, arching your back to press your core close to him. He gazed up at you through his gorgeous collection of thick, dark lashes that you had adored from the first moment of noticing them. "Billy- please, need it," you mumbled, brows furrowed.
He huffed out an amused chuckle. "Hold on, darling." Within seconds he had loosened the little bows and ripped away the bikini bottoms; him almost sending you from the edge of the counter, though before you could get far, he had you caged between the prodding muscles of his arms. There was little time for preparation as he pressed a messy kiss to your most sensitive bud. Your leg jolted at the sudden surge of pleasure that ascended from the very tips of your toes all the way up your spine, your nipples hardening. The hand in his locks tightened, forcing a groan from his lips, sending vibrations of his dark rumble through your core. There was no question that Billy knew what he was doing. No doubt as he parted your lower lips with his sinful tongue, exploring your pussy with a growling hunger. You shifted, the raw sensation of his muscles circling your clit too much but his arms kept you locked tightly against his tongue.
You whined loudly, forgetting about the masses of people outside the paper-thin walls, as his tongue prodded at your clenched hole, nose bumping into your glistering wetness. Billy flattened his tongue against your mound, nuzzling in messily with a slight shake of his head. His lapping at your folds didn't cease, the lower part of his face drenched in your slick.
Your hips bucked, and you weren't sure if you were trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation or get impossibly closer to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned out his name, purposefully tugging him closer by his blonde mullet. He sucked your clit into his mouth, your legs clenching before he let go of it with a pop.
"You're so fiery, princess- makes me want to fuck you so hard." With his teeth, he tugged on your throbbing bundle of nerves causing you to jerk forwards with a surprised moan. "You gonna let me do that, huh? Let me make you cry for the right reasons, baby?"
You nodded furiously, pleas escaping your swollen lips, easing up only at the sound of his belt unbuckling. Your ears picked up the ripping of plastic before his warmth returned between your thighs. His thick hardness nudged at your sopping entrance, as one of his hands pulled your face to his, fingers digging into your neck. "Tell me I belong to you."
You opened your mouth and though he had pressed you for a response he pushed in in one swift motion, rendering you utterly speechless.
"Tell me I belong to you," he whispered against your ear, pulling out until no more than the tip was left in your clenching core before he dove forward with no hesitation. You wetly gasped his name, nails digging into his broad shoulders but he remained relentless. "You're not gonna tell me, baby?" He teased. "Can't even think with my cock stretching that tight little cunt, huh?" Whining, one of your hands fell to his forearm while the other searched for something to hold on to behind you. It was all too much; the filthiness of his words paired with thrusts so deep your tummy felt as though it was bound to burst. "I still wanna hear it, baby," he insisted, hand circling your throat as he gave it a warning squeeze. Billy brought your ear to his lips. "Be a good girl."
"Fuck, Billy," you whined as he hit a certain spot deep in your cunt. "You bel-ah! belong to me."
"There were go, darling." His teeth tugged at your earlobe, delivering another sharp thrust that had tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Know how you feel, princess. If anyone looks at you- fuck- touches you, I'm gonna fucking kill them," he whispered, tightening his grip on your neck ere his tongue licked at the sweaty skin of your neck where his hand didn't reach. You clenched around him, head falling back in defeat as his length continued to split you open.
"Are you close, princess? Can feel you squeezing me."
"Uh-uh," you whimpered, nodding your head. "So close."
Billy landed a spank on your ass as he yanked you closer onto his cock. His hips stuttered when you tightened at the stinging sensation, tip slamming into your spot, making you choke on your moan. "Cum for me, princess, be a good girl."
Your toes curled in pleasure, thighs trembling under his every action. You cried out his name, your sudden orgasm leaving your lungs empty of air; voice broken as Billy continued his forceful thrusts for a few moments before a low rumble of a curse fell from his lips and he stilled. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your throat which he had been gripping with no remorse mere seconds ago.
With one more kiss on your forehead, he pulled out carefully, asking you where you kept your towels. You wordlessly pointed to a drawer of freshly washed cloths, not sure if you could trust your voice just yet. Watchful eyes followed Billy's every move while he took out what he deemed to be the softest towel, as he moved on to wet it in the sink before stalking back to you. He gave a quiet tsk as a sign for you to open up your thighs. Unnaturally gentle, he cleaned up the mess he had forced out of you in the best ways possible and expertly threw the wet towel into the laundry basket across the room; ever the basketball star.
Billy took his place between your thighs, gripping them though tender and attentive - nothing like the bruising digging of his fingers from before. "I'll be better," he promised once more, followed by a small peck on the lips.
You grimaced, encircling his neck with your arms. "You can say it over and over again, Billy. It won't change anything. I need you to show me."
"I—"
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Both him and you groaned simultaneously, heads dropping at the interruption. You jumped down from the metal surface, now sticky with sweat and you knew you would have to thoroughly clean and disinfect everything before leaving that evening. Hastily you pulled on the bikini top and shirt Billy held out for you, waiting for him to hand you the panties only to stare dumbly as he shoved them into the back pocket of his jeans.
"Billy," you stated with a tone to let him know you wanted them back now, though you were met with his cocky, pearly-white grin.
"You didn't think we were done, did you, princess?" He stepped closer, hand finding your bum as he gave a few innocent pats. "Haven't made you cry yet, now, have I?" He brought his lips to a level with yours. "Kiss."
With a pout you obeyed, agreeing to meet him back at his place later, since Neil and Susan wouldn't be there, going on a date night which Susan had insisted on.
...
After your shift – and another half an hour of cleaning – you closed the store, exiting the partly dark Starcourt Mall. On the drive home, you tried getting the static out of your old car radio, frustration clawing at you, you barely caught what was in front of you. You hit the brakes; heart-rate picking up as you understood that this situation could have ended so much worse.
Almost comical that Billy now seemed to be the better driver out of the two of you. He sure as hell wouldn't have almost hit the massive tree blocking the street. You rolled your eyes, knowing that now you would have to take the biggest detour of all. It was an almost complete round of the town to some old industrial district with many abandoned buildings and factories.
With a sigh, you turned the car around and headed in the other direction.
One of the tapes Billy had given to you was playing just loud enough for you to be able to blend out your own singing. Your fingers were tapping on the steering wheel as you squinted your eyes at the next factory you were to pass. Brimborn. You noted though it was too dark to make out what was written smaller below.
Ere you could get a second look something hit your windshield, shattering it. You turned the wheel in shock, the wheels of the car slipping on the sandy street, making you drift out of control as you once more hit the brakes until the car stilled. Cursing out every swear word you had ever heard, something dripped from your forehead. You lifted your hand carefully to your skin, finding it covered in red as you examined it.
Growling your clenched your hands into fists and pushed open the car door to get a look at your car. Smoke was rising from the engine hood which made you weary to even get close but then your eyes caught something weird. Brows furrowed, you stepped closer to the windshield an eerie cold running over your back as your fingers touched the gooey liquid covering the glass.
What in the holy hells did you hit? A jumbo toad?
Leaves rustled. You turned sharply, pressing closer to the smoking hood. It seemed better than being hacked up by an axe murderer from behind. A weird gurgling screech came from the dark.
"Oh, hell no," you whispered to yourself, rounding the car, and heading for the door. You pulled and rattled but the damn thing was bent shut from whatever it was that hit you. Something snaked around your ankle. You gasped about to look down when you were yanked from your feet. Screeching you tried digging into the ground to keep from being pulled into the factory by whatever this thing was. Your hand caught the iron of a handrail as you strained with all your might against the force of whatever dread awaited you in the dark.
The iron gave a creak. Your eyes shot up. It was in the blink of an eye that the iron gave and nothing of you remained in the light.
The stone floors were icy when you next opened your eyes. It was as though no more than two seconds had passed when you ripped yourself free from whatever had you in its grip. With a furiously beating heart, you dashed for the creaky metal stairs illuminated dimly by old street lamps. The gurgling of that thing still close on your heels, you took the steps two at a time, tripping when you finally reached the upside.
A shout of terror flew from your mouth as you thought it would get you once more and you hastily scrambled back to your feet and out of the steel mill. You opened the passenger side of your car and climbed through to the driver's seat, making a run with screeching tires.
Blood tickled into your eyes from the wound on your forehead. You went to wipe it away as you took in your hand covered in glinting red. Breathing picking up, you turned the rear-view mirror, a sunflower pendant Billy had gifted you dangling from it.
A figure covered in red stared back at you from the backseat. You screeched and hit the brakes. A hand shot forward from the backseat and you dodged it barely. Rattling on the dented car door curses flew from your mouth before you gripped the door handle and with full force rammed your shoulder against it. It fell open and you toppled out onto the street. Your eyes went back to the car, though the figure was there no longer.
The street lights went black. Tears of dread fell onto your cheeks, not able to see your own hand in front of you. You stumbled back to your car, tripping over something as your hand landed on the grimy surface of the engine hood.
"Build."
You whirled around and out of the black shot a streak of red lighting. The sky was lit up in a second as white flakes started to rain down from above. An eerie cold surrounded you and out of desperation, your eyes fell shut, trying to escape what was happening around the same way a child hid when being frightened.
A vision of rats zipped over your inner eye. The monster that had taken you; as its appalling arm loomed over your form back at Brimstone mere moments before everything went dark.
With a gasp, your eyes shot back open only to find the figure from your backseat grinning at you. You squinted your eyes, trying to make out who or what it was, as the horror inside your gut found a sudden surge of courage.
"What the hell do you want?!" You shouted but the figure did no more than chuckle darkly.
"Build." "Build." "Build."
The whispers came from everywhere around you. There were no more places left to hide as the figure dripping with blood moved toward you. Another sinister bold of lighting struck and the air flew from your lungs as your own face loomed back at you. The creature might have worn your face but the darkness in it was nothing you could have ever conjured.
This creature was a nightmare sent from the darkest of realms, you were sure of it, and for a second you contemplated whether it was the devil itself standing across from you.
"Build," she stated and leaped.
...
You shot up utterly breathless and disoriented in a way you had never experienced before. There was a ringing in your ears, a distortion in your vision and it took you a few minutes to understand you were at home. The room was dark, curtains shut completely which was unusual for you since you liked sleeping with the moon bringing a bit of light.
The ringing in your ears was joined by the unsteady thumbing of your heartbeat. You stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom across the hall which your mother had remodeled in an obnoxious shade of lime green. Gasping, you shielded your eyes from the sun streaming in and turned on the cold water. Your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror over the sink. The wounds on your face were gone. You cocked your head, furrowing your brows. Something was off. You lifted your hand, moving it toward your reflection and the second your skin came into contact with the cold surface, the bathroom was dipped into darkness. Black vines were running over the furniture and the floor and those white fragments filled the air. You let go and it all vanished. Shaking your head, you spattered some cold water onto your face before deciding on taking a shower.
No amount of droplets splattering against your shoulders helped you clear your mind as you exited and wrapped a towel around your body. You brushed your teeth as you did every day and applied some sun protection on your face as your vision stopped at the right side of the mirror. The cabinet stacked with your mothers cleaning supplies. As though you were caught in a trance, you set down the yellow tube and turned. Your mind was empty of thoughts or will, the only thing filling your thoughts was a spur of purpose that was not your own. You reached out and opened the lime-painted cabinet door, grasping a bottle of tile cleaner.
A concerned shout of your name went through the house. You staggered back just as your mother knocked on the door, the cap of the cleaner in your other hand. "Honey? You're going to be late for work."
You shut the cleaner, leaving the bathroom in a hurry, almost running over your mother, as you slammed the door of your room shut behind you. You pressed your hands to your face, fingers pressing into your scalp, as you pushed down the eerie cold inside of you. For the first time since you awoke, your mind felt free. You went on to get dressed and grabbed your car keys ere making your way downstairs. Close to the front door, your mother called for you once more. You stilled; the ringing lowly returned as you turned your head to the side.
"Build."
Your feet moved by themselves and before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself in the kitchen, the handle of a frying pan clutched in your hand. You took a swing, just as your mother turned to you, a plate of eggs in her grip. The plate clattered to the tiled floor and your mother yelled out with wide eyes as the pan found its mark for a second time.
You stared for a second at the unconscious form of your mother. There was no remorse or any other emotion in your bones. Making your way to the garage through the connecting door in the kitchen you searched your father's man-cave for some duct tape. You put a piece over her mouth and bound her arms and legs with it. Carelessly you let it fall to the ground before you took a hold of her legs and pulled her sleeping form after you. Opening the trunk of your car, you heaved her up into it with grunts and straining muscles and shut it after the deed was done.
You pressed the button in the corner of the room which opened the garage door and sat in the driver's seat before hitting the gas pedal; the garage door just opened enough for the car to fit through. The pace you were going was something you would have scolded Billy for with no end in sight as you entered a familiar area close to your destination. Brimborn, the sign read as your car came to a halt. For a few moments, you stayed seated as a sense of wrongness crossed over your shoulders, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone and you were pulling your mother's writhing body out of your car trunk. She hit the floor with a dull thud, leaving behind a trail in the dirt as you pulled her inside and down the flight of rusted stairs until reaching the bottom.
Shushing her whimpering you noted a streak of blood running from her head that you were the cause of. Your hand tentatively ran over her face. "No need to be afraid, Mom," you whispered. "I need you to stay still, okay?" A tear escaped her. You caught it with your forefinger and once more let out a shushing sound. "Don't cry. It's gonna be over soon." You pulled off the piece of tape on her mouth and stepped back. Unnatural snarling emerged from the darkest corner and your mother turned her head toward it slowly. The creature roared lowly in approval of what you had brought, its barely made legs bringing it forward as an arm extended from the gooey mass.
Your mother gave a scream of terror before the arm crept over her face and any noise stopped. Something like horror scratched at the back of your mind as you watched the scene and involuntary tears pooled at your waterline. The hint of emotion was snatched away then and you turned, going on about your day.
...
When reaching the Starcourt Mall, the sun was blazing high up in the sky. Sweat soaked your work uniform the second you stepped out of your car. Shielding your eyes you hurried inside, the sun burning on your skin as though someone was trying to brandmark you. Your shoulder rammed into someone making you stumbled as they complained and threw an insult your way. Looking forward you found a crowd of people in and outside the mall. Your breathing picked up; vision blurred and skin burning from the exposure to the sun.
Pushing open the glass door of the Orange Julius shop and headed straight for the back, ignoring your boss shouting after you that you were more than half an hour late. A few customers were seated out front and after making sure that everyone was served, he followed you. You ripped open the door to the walk-in-freezer, grabbing a few packs of ice which you held to your neck, trying to calm down the throbbing of your skin.
"Do you hear me?" His hand landed on your shoulder. Your head snapped up at the gruff voice of your boss. "One more time and you're fired."
"Build."
He turned to walk away and you followed with quick steps, grabbing one of the aprons of the hook used by only a few co-workers. You wrapped one end of the string around your hand as you jumped on his back and pulled it tightly against his neck. He stumbled and your feet landed on the floor, while his hands pulled at the fabric around his neck, but the strength you possessed was not your own. Soon his movements slowed and he, too, fell into unconsciousness. You bound his limbs using whatever you found and stuffed a rag into his mouth before pushing him into a storage closet.
Taking one of the stupid hats, you wiped some sweat from your forehead and placed the orange-shaped cap on your head before making your way to the front of the store. Two customers you served, expression bland and words sparse until Billy's sister entered the store.
Her smile was bright as her eyes landed on you. She greeted you happily and introduced you to her wide-eyed friend. It had been a while back since Max had thanked you for dating her brother. She said she had never seen him being less of an asshole and their relationship had taken on a civil level. You tried paying attention to what she was telling you but your eyes fell back to her friend. Something inside of you thought you recognized her as a feeling of anger and want for violence zipped through you. Hatred, you noted.
Her eyebrows twitched as she found you staring. Max's repeating of your name snapped you out of it. "You okay?" She questioned. You blinked at her before giving a short nod and making the order she had given you. Your eyes still resting on the girl, you watched as they skipped away hand in hand.
At the end of your shift, you put the chairs up on the table and gave the floor a quick sweep before you locked up and went to the back. Your boss – no longer unconscious – was begging and squirming, trying to free himself from the knots you had bound around his arms and legs. After making sure he hadn't loosened anything, you excited through the back entrance of the Orange Julius with him in tow. It was usually used for bringing in massive amounts of oranges and down the hallway was an elevator, big enough for you and Billy to have had some fun in it.
On the level below, you stepped out of the elevator, dragging your boss after you. It was so late, you were certain no one else would be back here, as you opened the door and pushed him outside. You left him there for the time being as you went to get your car from the parking lot. The area was almost completely empty, except for the car of the cleaning people, your own, and the blue Camaro beside it. Billy was leaning against it, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The second his eyes landed on yours, he plucked the smoke from his lips and threw it aside.
Your steps ceased, heart racing. Pressing your eyes shut, you shook your head. The whispers in your mind didn't stop their churning. Whirling around you moved away from him but he shouted after you, big steps hot on your heels. A hand wrapped around your wrist and he yanked you to face him.
The ringing in your ears exploded. "Build."
"No!" You shouted, ripping yourself away from him. With fists, you hammered against your head, the ringing hurting. A pressure engulfed your head, feeling as though it was bound to split open. You screamed, falling to your knees, head clutched in your hands. Billy was at your side, concern running through his body in a way he had never thought it possible as he gripped your shoulders and shouted your name, not knowing what else he could do.
"No, no, no," you continued to plead as the whispers within got louder. Determined you steadied your breath. "No," you stated once more and the whispers subsided, the ringing eased and the pressure on your mind vanished. You sobbed as he took your face in his hands, kneeling in front of you. "Please," you cried. "I don't want to hurt you. Leave...please, please."
He pulled you against his chest as you begged him to leave, your hand grasping his wrist to feel the throbbing of his pulse beneath his skin. You could feel how fast his heart was beating; scared for you. "What's wrong, baby?" he pressed again after you distanced yourself enough to look at his face. Billy wiped away your tears, eyebrows furrowed at what was going on with you. "C'mon, Y/n, talk to me."
"He... He is inside my head, Billy," you whimpered. "I didn't want to hurt them, I promise, he made me." Tears blurred your vision. "He made me hurt them," you repeated just as a sliver of the ringing returned. In panic, you pushed him back and scrambled to your feet. As he tried going after you, you held out your hand in warning. "Stay away from me."
He stepped forward again. The ringing picked up. "Y/n—"
"Leave!" You screeched and he halted in shock. "Leave me the fuck alone!"
"No!" He belted out. "I'm not just going to—"
"I don't want you here!" You shouted back at him; your heart breaking just a bit. "I don't want you." You swallowed hard as hurt flashed in his eyes. "Just leave!"
Whispers crept in. "Build."
His nostrils flared and you saw a hint of a nod as he flexed his jaw. Billy turned on his heels, returning to his car and slamming shut the door behind him. The Camaro roared to life and Billy sped out the parking lot with tires screeching in protest.
"Build." The hurting in your chest was gone. You cocked your head as you looked after the car for a second longer before returning to what you were told. Building.
At Brimborn you brought your boss down the metal stairs, ignoring his cries and please. You removed the rag from his mouth and shushed him, telling him the same thing you had told your mother. It would all be over soon. The thing in your mind stirred, sensing something that shouldn't be there. Following its senses, you turned, squinting your eyes at the blurred figure of a girl.
"Her." The thing seemed to whisper and you took a step closer. Just as you went to reach for her, she was gone. You stared after her as a vision clouded your eyes. The girl all by herself shutting it out. Locking it away before it was able to do what it came here to do.
When you got home that night, your father was just taking off his jacket, and turning on the TV. He greeted you, asking how your day was to which you barely gave a reply. You found your mother in the kitchen, a row of empty plastic bottles of cleaning supplies on the table. She turned to you with a smile and a tenderizer in one hand.
"Could I borrow your car, honey?" She asked and waited, straight-backed.
"Of course." You handed her the keys and she went into the living room, still smiling as she took her first swing at your father's head. Leaning against the door frame, you watched and as the ringing got louder you, too, found yourself smiling.
...
Later that evening a storm was raging over Hawkins and your mother had taken your father into the car and left, while you threw out the empty bottles. You took the bloody tenderizer from the sink and let the water run over it. Humming to yourself, you took the dish soap and a sponge and scrubbed at the metal kitchen tool.
"Y/n?"
Your humming halted before you turned off the water. "Max," you spoke questionably and faced the ginger girl. And her friend. "El, " you greeted and had to force yourself to look away from her. "What are you doing here?"
"Where is he?" The other girl spoke. Your eyes fell back onto El and the girl repeated her question. She knew.
"Who?" You inquired and smiled at them.
"Your bo-"
"Boyfriend!" Max interrupted, though you could see that was not what El had wanted to ask. "We were looking for Billy. I, uhm, was, uh, concerned. When he came home before he was really mad and, uh, kinda out of it. He left in a hurry and I thought that maybe he might be here?"
"No," you clicked your tongue and smiled. "But it is so nice to see you getting along like that. That you are concerned about him." Your gaze flickered to El. Challenging almost ere looking back to Max. "Oh, excuse me. Are you two thirsty? I might have some cherry coke in the garage."
"Uh, no, we should be going," Max said quickly. "Thanks though."
"Are you sure you want to go out in such terrible weather?"
"Oh, it's no problem. You know, since we live so close by."
"Do you want me to take you? I could take my father's car," you smiled as your fingers found the metal handle of the tenderizer in the sink behind you.
"No, thank you!" Max exclaimed and took El's hand. They passed by the couch and you noted Max slowing before picking up her pace again. You followed after them when they had closed the door and watched them leave from the window. When they were out of sight, you went up to the couch, taking the bloody cushion with you.
...
The next day you went on just the way you had done the day before; working and spending your break in the freezer and in the evening, you went home. You had hardly put down your keys when the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Your name was said, followed by a small whimper. Confused you tried placing the voice until it made click. "Max?" You questioned. "Is everything all right?"
"Billy," she sobbed. "He was really angry and started shouting." Another sob was heard. "He left me at the pool. No one's here. Can you come and pick me up, please? My mom is not answering the phone and I didn't know who else to call."
Ringing entered your ears which wasn't there before. "Build."
"Sure," you replied. "I'll be right there." Smiling you hung up the phone and picked up your car keys. And so, the building would go on.
When you arrived at the pool, you expected her to be standing outside, waiting for you. Instead, the gate of the pool was opened widely. Huffing, you turned off the car's engine and went inside. "Max?" You shouted as a door slammed shut in the direction of the showers. Once more you called out for her. When no answer came you went inside the building where the showers and lockers were located.
No later you could clearly make out sobs. Following the sound, you went past the shower stalls and past the lockers to the far back. You saw a light on in the sauna, the door, too, open. When you got closer, your gaze dropped to the hooded figure bundled up in the corner. Your worry for the young girl exceeded the ringing and whispers. "Max? Are you okay?" You hurried forward, putting a hand on her shoulder as you turned her toward you. Confused you stared into the face of a puppet. The sauna door slammed shut behind you.
You whirled around, eyes landing on a group of children. Including Max and El.
"Her," he whispered in your mind, trying to take away the confusion and worry, but you pushed him away.
"Max?" You questioned; your voice unsure. "Why are you doing this?" Laying your hand on the door, you peeked out the window in the sauna's door – trying to focus on her, but he was so curious about her that you couldn't help the glances in El's direction.
"Do it," the blonde spoke then. A boy went forward at her command, turning up the heat. Anger flared up inside you which wasn't your own. You stumbled back as heat filled the small room, sitting on one of the benches. The room was quiet, filled with nothing but your labored breathing as sweat started soaking through your work uniform.
"Please," you whimpered desperately; your skin on fire. "Please, Max. It hurts." Your hands rubbed over your skin irritated, attempting to soothe the ache. "Please, it's too hot for him, Max. It's hurting him. Me. It hurts so much."
Max stepped up to the window. "It's too hot for whom?"
"The darkness," you whispered with a shuddering breath. "He is inside my mind, Max. He made me do so many bad things." Wiping away the sweat that was running into your eyes, you stood and moved toward the door. Your eyes flickered downward to where a web of blackness spread under your skin and his anger coursed through your insides.
A door slammed shut as a furious shout followed. Billy. Max turned toward her brother, gaping with a wide mouth. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I went to get my wallet and find you here with a group of boys? Is that what you have been doing, hm, Max? Do you th-" His eyes landed on you and all color drained from his face. "What the- Let her out!" He roared, pushing past the group of children and taking out the metal bar from the door handle.
"No, Billy, don't!" Max shouted and pushed aside her brother when he started fiddling with the metal chain working as an insurance lock.
"I feel him," another boy in the back spoke, but your hand had already balled into a first, slamming through the thick glass in one hit as you went for Max's throat. A sudden surge of unseen power slammed you back against the tiled wall. Landing on the ground, you gasped for air, nostrils flaring in fury as you pushed yourself to your knees.
Her. Nothing like you had ever felt circled through your veins as the lights all around you started flickering. The shadow loomed in and found root deeper than before; webs spread around your body fully. You roared, throwing yourself against the door with an unnatural force. From the outside you heard Billy's angry shouts at Max, demanding to know why and what they had done to you, before you threw yourself against the door a second time, the metal of the chain creaking. Stepping back, you heaved, and for the last time your body connected with the thick iron door. The chain snapped. You came face to face with her.
She screamed and you were ripped from her feet, back smashing into a wall, a barbell flying toward you; caging you. It pressed against your neck and again Billy shouted out in terror.
"Her." "Her." "Her."
Your hands pressed against the bar, teeth clenched tightly, as you pushed against the invisible force until it gave. You hurled the barbell toward the girl, throwing her to the floor. One of the boys rushed forward, a broken pipe in hand as he went to hit you, but Billy caught the pipe and pushed back the lanky boy. Grinning you stalked toward the girl. But before you could get there, she lifted her hand. In the blink of an eye, her nose started bleeding more and she yelled out in strain before flinging you aside with such a might, you broke through the brick wall.
Bones inside your body cracked, setting themselves back together as you lifted yourself onto your feet and ran. Ran to the place you knew safety awaited you. Brimborn. You gave a full report of what had happened, letting them know that now she knew about you. "She could have killed me."
Your mother brushed your forehead and nodded to the darkness. "But not us." Your eyes followed hers to the crowd of people – all of them him. "Not us."
You gazed past them all, at the body, he had built for himself as he straightened and roared. "It's time." You stood, which had your mother give you a questioning look. "She is a curious thing, that girl. She will come looking. And this time, I'll be ready." You walked home then, with no tiredness or muscle ache. Numbness filled your being as your body healed from the fight with the girl; the shadow made sure of it. In your room, you took a seat, grabbed a trashy magazine and waited.
It wasn't long until you felt it. Her; tucking at the strings of your mind as her voice carried through, distorted but there nonetheless.
Can you hear me? It echoed lowly. Can you show me what happened to you? Your eyes snapped up to her, your hand going for her arm. She gasped. The corner of your mouth lifted as you pushed her back and she fell into the depths of your mind. In concentration, you watched her cross through, allowing her a little insight into the past you had lived before she came to the turning point of it all; the day of the car accident and your big fight with Billy. You closed your eyes and waited for a moment - just as she was about to leave, open her mind back up, you lunched.
When your eyes opened you found yourself in the bedroom encased by wooden walls.
"Mike?" Her voice questioned in panic at the sudden emptiness.
"He can't hear you," you spoke dimly, stalking out of the room, causing her the take a few steps back. "You shouldn't have come looking for me. Because now..." You smiled even though you didn't want to do so. "I see you." You cocked your head eerily. "You let us in and now, you're going to have to let us stay." The more she distanced herself from you, the closer you tried to get. You fought to stop yourself, strained on the inside for some kind of power. "Don't you see? We've been building it." Bringing your left hand to your chest, a sighed. And below it all, not even your heartbeat was your own. Running at a pace too slow for any human being to survive. "All that work and now... it's time. Time to end it. And then, we are going to end you." The meaning behind the words sunk in, something that had been in the air, between the lines, from the first moment you – he – had laid eyes on her. There weren't many steps for her left to go, you noted, three more and she would be backed up against the kitchen's sink. "And when you're gone, we're going to end everyone." A tear trickled from your cheek, the only sign that whatever mind you possessed hadn't fully been canceled out by the giant shadow in the front of your mind. That you weren't him. Not yet.
"No!" She screamed and with one sharp tug, ripped herself from him, the way you hadn't been able to do, no matter how hard you had tried it.
Alone in your room, he didn't leave you alone like he usually did. Instead, there was something new he needed you for. You felt as the others joined him, became him, and went to find her. There was an unexplainable connection between the shadow and everyone he had taken. A pain that wasn't your own seized your body. You roared out in pain, gripping the duvet as you waited for the strange torture to end; and for your new mission to find its beginning. The abnormal net of darkness unfurled under your skin and you watched helplessly – caged inside your own mind - as it took over every inch of you. His intentions became your own and his drive for revenge moved you. Within seconds you were seated in your car, engine scorching as you followed the call of the hive mind.
He had fought her once more; you knew, somehow. She had won once more, though this time it was a close call, getting injured when trying to hold her ground – getting infected. And you followed that part of you, of them, of him, inside her being. Your car slowed to a stop outside Bradley's Big Buy, watching to see for any movement inside, though the shop seemed to be dipped in dead silence.
Directly upon setting foot inside the deserted space your gaze caught the flickering lights and the groceries strewn carelessly over the floors. You took a deep breath, plucking out the tinge of fresh blood in the air and following it. Gauze, half-empty water bottles, and other medical supplies were sitting on the floor surrounded by small puddles of glinting red liquid. Crouching down, your finger dipped into the enticing redness. Your breathing picked up as you rubbed it between your fingers; she.
"Close," the whisper echoed and dreadful, unfamiliar joy spread in your chest. "So close." Your eyes fell shut, concentrating on where they had moved on to. Leaving back the chaos, you took a seat behind the wall and hit the gas.
You screamed but no sound made it to the outside. His plan, now unfolded shamelessly in your mind, left you with little hope – little power. But as you screamed internally and the ringing was drowned out by the throat-ripping screech, your fingers on the steering wheel cramped up and a small trickle of blood flowed from your nostril.
The mall, even illuminated by countless signs so late at night, stood proud and new as you turned into the parking lot. The well-known blue Camaro stood aslant in one of the parking spots beside a car which you had seen Mrs. Wheeler take to the pool. Whistling you turned off the engine, stepping out and up to the closest car. As your hands went to tear open the hood of Billy's car, some sense of what was happening filled you, and your movements wavered for just a split second. The aluminum of the hood was pleasantly cool under your skin as you pried it open and ripped out what Billy had once explained to you to be the ignition cable.
Once more your actions slowed to a stop as a memory of you two flashed before your eyes. It was at the beginning of the school year after you had miserably failed the first math test of the season and were utterly certain you wouldn't be receiving your diploma with the rest of the class of '85. Billy had offered you a ride home, gave Max money for the arcade – which you had found incredibly odd – and had taken off at a pace too fast for the small people of Hawkins. You had gaped when he kidnapped you in the other direction of your home, refusing to answer any of your questions. Instead, he had given you a bright smile. "Can't have my baby frowning all day long," he had said and taken you to a diner far outside of Hawkins, pushing you to order anything you wanted and more. With four bags of take-out, the drive had continued to a quiet spot, where you spent the rest of the night sitting between his legs on the hood of this car.
"Have you ever seen the ocean, princess?" He had questioned out of nowhere, to which you shook your head, plucking at a cold fry. "I'm going to show it to you one day," he had promised. "Gonna show you everything you want to see."
Warm, salty droplets fell to your cheeks as you closed the hood and moved on to the Wheeler's car, ripping out the second cable to leave them trapped, too, inside a small space with nowhere to go. And God did you know the feeling.
...
Billy paced inside Starcourt Mall at a safe distance away from the group of freak kids and airhead Harrington with his parade of nobodies. You had levitated, he thought again, turning once more beside the unconscious Russians – or something - to start his circling anew. His girlfriend had levitated and had been thrown through a wall of bricks and had continued running. The quick rundown of the shitshow going on behind the backs of Hawkins' citizens Maxine had involuntarily given him - after he was about to go out and search for you – did not help him understand shit.
"She is possessed!" Max had shouted after he hadn't stopped raging at her which had gotten him to shut up. Though only for a moment before he had started laughing at the absurdity of it all. "Billy!" Susan's daughter had stomped her foot and pulled his collar down, catching him off guard. He was about to grip her the same way, anger present on his face when she stared into his eyes. "She is in danger."
He had been forced to listen then, listen to the hundred possible ways you could die or could kill them, listen to what that thing – the Mind Flayer – was doing to you.
Wailing from behind him caused Billy to turn, finding the girl, whose name he couldn't remember, writhing on the ground. The other freak Byers was standing over her with a knife in hand and Billy blinked at the scene dumbly as all the other kids gripped the young girl to stop moving. Even he flinched as the older Byers made the cut, trying to pull something out of the wound with his fingers. The weird wonder girl took charge, screeching as she extended her hand and he watched unmoving as a piece of gooey mass was lifted out of the wound by some invisible hand. She flung it aside and he carried on speechlessly staring as the alive mass robbed forward on the floor.
A foot landed on the gooey thing. His eyes followed up the leg and beer belly to the familiar dickwit's face that had cost him more money than he had earned in the few weeks of being a lifeguard. Sheriff Hopper. To his right stood a lanky woman whom he had seen around town once or twice and on the sheriff's left someone that looked as though he belonged in the '70s porn industry.
What the actual fuck was going on?
He sat on a bench, head reeling. Face planted in his hands his breathing was uneven, heartbeat thumping irritatingly in his ears. You might die. A voice reminded him. Yet again he might lose someone he loved. His chest ached. You might die and he hadn't kept any of his promises. He had made you cry the last time you had been yourself, hadn't taken what you had said too seriously. Instead, he had hidden that he cared so much for you that he didn't know how to handle himself and had taken it for granted.
At the end of the night, he might not ever get another chance with you ever again.
"Billy!" Max called out and when he looked up, half of the group was gone and the ones that were left were trying to carry the girl to the outside. He wiped at the wetness in his eyes and joined them wordlessly.
...
Your attention picked up as a group of people left the mall and your smile faded, hidden in your car by the darkness of the night when you didn't catch sight of her in their midst. The engine of your car gave a loud howl after they had seated themselves in the Wheeler's car, while Billy went to his beloved Camaro; their head snapping toward you as the lighting of your floodlights blinded them. In vain they tried starting their cars only for both Jonathan and Billy to hastily pop their hoods.
The grin on your face returned at the dread in theirs as they hurried back into the mall, the place they thought to be safe. And you stayed back. Silent and waiting. As he entered proximity your skin prickled. With unblinking orbs, you watched as he climbed onto the full height of Starcourt Mall and broke through the glass roof. Your eyelid twitches, hearing its frustrated roars and screeches until out of nowhere, the group of kids poured from the back door, dashing for the car.
Your foot pressed down and once more the engine bellowed. Nancy Wheeler lifted a handgun with the precise aim as though she had done so all her life and took her first shoot. The bullet hit the windshield, splintering it, as it went past your shoulder. Fear settled into your bones. Your very own. And the next bullet hit.
Not able to witness the scene playing out in front of him, Billy gripped Nancy's arm, trying to wrangle the gun from her grasp and suddenly your car took off in their direction. Your heart rate skyrocketed no matter how much he tried to control it as you saw the headlights reflect in Billy's glassy eyes. Not able to stop it, your eyes fell shut, blood seeping down to your lips; your mouth filling with the metallic flavor.
The breath was wrung from your lungs as you flew to the side, head smashing against the car window. A male screech of your name faintly entered your ears but your limbs felt too heavy to lift, mind too foggy to respond. Your car door was ripped open and you fell. No harsh floor collided with your side, instead, you were engulfed in a loving embrace.
You didn't need to see his face to know who it was that even after everything you had done, tried to keep you safe. A sob fell from your lips out loud and no longer locked inside. "I told you to leave," you whimpered and the shadow loomed over your shoulder.
"When have I ever done what you told me?" He joked, choking on his words.
"Please," you cried. "He is coming. And I don't think this time he is going to go away again." You kept repeating your please as Billy's arm slid beneath your knees about to pick you up when your gaze caught hers. In one flash, each vein in your body was dipped in black and Billy gasped as you swung him aside. You rose to your feet, no matter how many broken bones were left in your body. They ran and you followed them into the back entrance of the mall.
The lights flickered as you followed the sound of reverberating footsteps in the emptiness of the halls until you a bolt of ginger hair rounded the corner. Max turned to you, eye flitting to her friends still struggling to get away. "Y/n, please, stop," she begged. "Remember! You are Y/n, you let me stay at your house when my parents fight. You love Billy no matter what shit he pulls. Please, remember- I'm Max and you treat me like your little sis—"
With no remorse, no hesitation you had smashed her head into the wall and brought your focus back to her. The lanky boy you flicked aside with no strength needed whatsoever, his head hitting against waterpipes. The girl threw out her hand and you felt the pressure of her powers, though before she had time to react, you gripped her head and pushed it back against the wall. Unconscious, she fell. You took a hold of her feet and dragged her into the elevator and into the center of all shops. Presenting her to him. Kneeling you leaned toward her ear.
"No need to be afraid," you spoke. "I need you to stay still. It's gonna be over soon." Her eyelids fluttered open and snarling he turned. You stood and watched as an arm broke loose from the mass and dove for her. Before it could reach her, an explosion rang through the mall, and a torturing burning spread across your back. You fell to your knees, screeching in sync with the creature as explosion after explosion hit. The girls scrambled away and you just so managed to grasp at her ankle and pull her back.
Arms slung around you from behind, rendering you unable to move as you trashed in the embrace you had always found to be a safe place. "Help her!" Billy cried out to the girl still laying on her back on the floor.
"I—" She scrambled to her feet at his anguished tone. Her eyes bore into yours as she tried to find a way, her powers as good as gone from the strain of having to fight him off. "Tell her," she spoke after a heartbeat of recalling what she had seen in your head when wandering through your memories. "Of the night you met her parents. Her happiest memory."
With one straining grunt, he forced your trashing form against the dirt-covered floor, caging you with his body; your wrists in his hands pressed beside your head.
"Graduation night," he started. "You were going crazy because you thought your parents would kill you for having a boyfriend." He grinned through the throbbing in his chest, recalling that night. "You remember how your dad's face dropped when you brought me into the kitchen?" He chuckled. "And your mom... she just knew all along, didn't she?" A tear dropped from his eye, hitting your cheek. "I heard her, you know? When your dad took me out back for a man-on-man talk. What she said." You writhing ceased at that. "She told you she knew that look on your face. Because it was the look she wore when she decided she would marry your dad." He laughed then. "And when I asked you what you two talked about, you turned so red you looked like a tomato. And that's when I thought she had to be right because I couldn't see myself with anyone else but you." His hand let go of your wrists, encircling your cheeks, while his thumb tenderly cleaned away the blood on your face. He brought his forehead against your icy one and for the first time in so long you longed for warmth.
You wept as you pressed closer to him, drowning out the screeches of a dying creature, as that thing inside you lending you its power vanished and you were left to feel what was broken. "Everything hurts," you cried. "I don't wanna die, Billy."
"No, no, no." He shook his head furiously. "You won't, you won't." Billy looked around at the strewn kids and teenagers, cradling you closer. "Someone get a fucking ambulance!"
From the outside light flooded the mall as soldiers equipped heavily with different kinds of weaponry stormed in. Sirens of ambulances and firetrucks sounded. More and more people rushed in, as someone loaded you onto a stretcher and Billy thanked every god from above and below for the chance to fulfill his promises to you.
...
One year later
"You're holding it wrong," Billy complained as you sushed him. His hand went out but you dodged out of the way, smacking his fingers. "We're going to end up driving off a cliff," he huffed to himself.
"You concentrate on driving," you stated stubbornly. "I'll handle this."
"But you are holding it wrong!"
"Maybe you just have no sense of direction."
"I might not but I know for sure that the N for North isn't supposed to be at the bottom!"
Your eyes fell to the bottom of the map, where indeed an N stood on its head. "I just have a different way of reading maps," you declared but he drove to the side of the road nonetheless, where there was a designated spot for stopping.
"Gimme."
You pouted, reluctantly handing him the map. He turned it the right way around, giving you a triumphing side-eye as you leaned over with a roll of your eyes, placing your hands on his shoulder. "You know what?" He hummed in question and you continued. "I want to visit every art museum on the way and look at paintings I don't understand the meaning of and I want to speak to people who know lots about lots."
"Any other wishes?"
You bit your lips, trying to keep your smile at bay. "I want you to teach me how to surf, meaning you'll need to save me from drowning several times. That's it for now." You sighed. "I can't wait to see the ocean."
He smiled, taking your right hand and pressing a kiss to it, as his thumb tenderly grazed the diamond-studded ring there, and he looked at you like you were the only thing worth having eyes for. "I'm gonna show you everything you want to see."
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