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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 2 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 98

Part 1 Part 97

It’s fucked up, but Steve’s never been happier. He’s not sure how much of it’s the drugs, and how much is the relief, but it sits like a weight on his chest that he never wants to shake off.

There’s a constant stream of visitors. Ms. Byers, who’s taken to cupping her cool hands around his face and kissing his forehead each time. Uncle Wayne, who’s calluses are starting to become as familiar as Edde’s to the skin of Steve’s palms.

Barbara and Carol, attached at the hip in a way he can’t parse. He doesn’t think he was gone that long. How did this happen? But he knows that flirty smile, knows what his best friend’s fingers trailing over Barbara’s shoulders means.

Tommy doesn’t come. It shouldn’t hurt, but – But. Something inside him tightens and contracts. It might just be his heart.

Jonathan and Nancy come together. Jonathan’s bubbling over with apologies, contrite in contrast to Nancy’s fuming.

“You should have called me,” she says, curly hair practically raising with the power of her ire. “I could have helped.”

From his seat by Steve’s side, Eddie huffs and puffs and barely holds back his yell. He doesn’t see the way her fists are curled, can’t see past the veneer of control that hides the worry behind it.

“I was possessed, Nance,” Steve replies, smiling up at her. His face hurts with all the smiling. “I didn’t even know who you were.”

She sputters and stalls while Jonathan stands beside her, shooting worried looks out of the corner of his eyes.

He can almost feel the hole they’d left in his brain. The shape of their outlines at high school parties and in line at the cafeteria. Nancy’s firmly raised hand, Jonathan’s slumped shoulders. It’s filled now.

He wants to fill it with more memories, so many that the bad ones just shake loose.

“Oh, alright,” she huffs, settling down on the other side of the bed, far away from Eddie’s twitching fingers. “But that won’t work as an excuse next time.”

The kids are easy; they come in a pile, stacking against each other in his room’s doorway until Dustin comes pouring in, everyone else after him. They all crowd onto his bed with no regard to his personal space. Even Mike slinks onto the end to sit with sullen shoulders and shining eyes.

They’re like puppies, yapping over each other for his and Eddie’s attention. Will’s planning a new campaign, and his eyes light up when Steve agrees to play.

Chief Hopper comes next with a girl hiding behind his back, clutching onto the hanging lapel of his jacket. Her head peaks out behind him, curls springing wildly from her scalp as she smiles shyly at Steve.

“I know you,” Steve says.

The chief huffs, as the beams, and says her part in their little play, “I found you.”

Steve shuffles up in his bed, not looking as he feels Eddie prop up pillows behind his back. He holds his arms out and open, waiting even as his muscles begin to strain.

She shuffles out from behind Chief Hopper, head down as she climbs onto the edge of his bed, butting her forehead against his chest like a cat. He puts his arms around her, slow as he feels what he’s come to find out are burns of varying degrees. No one will tell him what they’re from, but Carol had looked especially shifty when she’d witnessed the bandages being changed. He elected not to ask.

The girl doesn’t put her own arms around him, just lets her hands settle into her own lap and leans in.

“You really are a supergirl, huh?” Steve asks, reaching his hand up to play with her curls. His splinted finger knocks against her skull once before he holds it back as best he can.

She leans back to beam up at him, eyes alight. “You can call me El”.

They probably both look stupid, smiling at each other, one of them all banged up, the other in what must be Chief Hopper’s cast-offs.

Hopper clears his throat when the silence lingers. He stomps in his clunky work boots over to the seat beside Eddie and sinks down, almost reclining into it despite its straight back. Eddie curls away from him, glaring at the man like he’s got a live grenade.

Or like he’s been searched for drugs before and doesn’t want the fuzz to be sniffing around. Steve laughs, loopy and pleased while they both look at him with the same furrowed brows and worried frowns.

“You alright, kid?” Hopper asks gruffly, reaching out to put his meaty hand on Steve’s shoulder.

Steve winces, feels the bandages pull until Hopper drops his hand.

“Did you know she was real?” Steve asks, reaching out to pull one of El’s bounciest curls atop her head. It all goes straight and taught and then bounces back into place.

Hopper snorts. “Where do you think she’s been living?”

“Oh,” he replies.

His brains clicking in his skull, weighed down by morphine and too much sleep, but when his gaze flickers around the room, he recognizes the awkward grimace on Eddie’s lips.

“You knew,” Steve accuses, finger pointed toward Eddie’s face, to emphasize who he’s accusing. His finger shakes unsteadily until Eddie snatches it out of the air and pops it into his own mouth to bite down. “Ow, what the fuck?”

Eddie’s dimples pop around it as he nibbles into the knuckle one more time before letting go with a suctioning pop. “Don’t be mad, Stevie,” he weedles, looking up at Steve through his lashes with wide, innocent eyes, even as his prominent dimples give away his amusement.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Steve’s slightly damp finger flicks Eddie’s nose until he hisses and snatches Steve’s hand to interlace their fingers with a shrug. “I thought it would be funny.”

It’s hard to hold a grudge when El giggles, light and airy as it breathes life into the room.

“He’s got you there, kid,” Hopper replies, reaching out again, this time to ruffle El’s hair.

Steve huffs, “whatever, man,” but his lips are little traitors and they can’t stop from turning up at the corners. “See if I introduce you to the next superhero we meet.”

Eddie squeezes his hand, familiar callouses scraping against Steve’s palm. “You’ll introduce me, Stevie.” he replies. Steve closes his eyes as he feels warm lips on the back of his hand. “You love me too much.”

Steve closes his eyes against the feeling, still smiling even as his healing skin pulls, and his finger feels unwieldy and wrong, and his head aches and floats up toward the ceiling.

Yeah, he really does.

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Part 99

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #steddie upsidedown au #Well. I wrote something at least!!!

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got-ticket-to-ride · 5 months

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hi sorry but do you have any soft mclennon moments to share too :') the post you made about 22 seconds of longing hurt oh my god

Sorry for the delay in reply anon. I'm actually just a corporate collar acting my way as a temporary secretary every hard day's night, jobbing like a dog, 8 days a week in an English garden to afford a tan in the rain.

Hope this finds you well! Here are 22 McLennon moments as compensation for Johnny's 22 agonizing seconds in the pining video.

1.) "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" scene when they both looked at each other at the same time. And the director had to pan out the scene because it would've been too straight. I know dilated pupils when I see it.

2.) Inviting your favorite boy to a solo trip to Spain but you stayed in Paris because it was so romantic, sharing a bed, picking out clothes for each other, slurping all the banana shakes, you know normal roommate things according to historians.

3.) Getting a solo invitation from a hot photographer and bringing along your best boy because you are attached to the hip and can't be separated.

4.) Their need to constantly touch each other

5.) Scene in Help (1965), where John is using all his strength to carry George and Ringo's weight and not crush Paul (because boyfriend things)

6.) Holding hands for mental support during a recording. (John is needy, please forgive him)

7.) Walking Martha like a couple in 1967 - outfits coordinated and all

8.) Impressions by people who met them:

"[John and Paul] sort of had their own way of communicating. Hardly anything was spoken, they just knew what the other wanted or was getting at and they had the most amazing talent."

"He was like a different animal with Lennon. When they were together they became something else, more than just the two of them together. That communication was incredible. It was like two high-speed computers just fizzing between each other."

9.) John is hiding his cigarette behind him, because he doesn't want to bother Paul with the smoke. (You know, boyfriend things).

10.) A portrait, king and princess up front. John's thigh just casually resting on Paul's (yet again).

11.) The spider fingers during a press conference, because they are actually both 12

12.) That very flirty jam session in Austria in 1965 that was cut short, but they probably continued after anyway

13.) The way they talk about the day they met sounds like "how I met the love of my life" Happy Honeymoon <3

14.) Quote from Emerick

The lights in the studio were turned off to set the mood; the sole source of illumination was a table lamp next to the wall. The two beatles, lifelong friends and collaborators, sat on high stools, facing each other, studying each other’s lips intently for phrasing.

15.) When they answer each other's songs

Paul in Can't Buy Me Love: "If it makes you feel alright?"

John: "I Feel Fine"

17.) “I could even hear what they were saying off-mike; ‘Oh Paul, you’re so cute tonight’ was met with the reply, ‘Sod off, Lennon.’” — Joan Baez on accompanying the Beatles to their concert in Red Rocks Amphitheatre, Denver. 26 August 1964

18.) Paul looking at John like he wants to eat him later after finishing with "I'm a Loser"

19.) Giving instructions on how John's hair needs to "look"

20.) Paul acting as John's walking stick

21.) Paul's heart eyes during this 1966 conference (also that lip bite... eat you later?):

22.) John the worried boyfriend who checks on Paul in the middle of an interview and doesn't believe him when he just says : "oh, yeah..."

John internally: "come on now, why aren't you laughing at my joke babe? You're unwell!!!"

The Bottles over and out.

Thank you for this ask. This was quite fun! Would love to hear your thoughts too <3

#Asks #Mclennon #John and Paul #John Lennon #Paul Mccartney #funny #The Beatles #gttr-beatles

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oh-stars · 2 months

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Speculating Specters

Ghost

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 672 words | CW: talks of afterlife and ghosts | Rating: G

Ghostbusters is playing on the little TV above the counter. They’ve done everything possible until closing and Robin doesn’t get paid enough to scrape the gum off the shelves, so she’s laying back in the one chair they're allowed and watching it.

Steve’s standing with his hands on his hips just outside the boundaries of the counter, squinting up at the TV. He was supposed to be putting the cart back but he stopped about three steps away to watch with her.

It’s the scene with the little green guy in the hotel, the ghost is shoveling food into his mouth when Robin turns to Steve. “Do you think ghosts are real?”

“I mean–”

She snaps quickly. “Yes or no, dingus?”

“Yes,” he says, shrugging.

“Really?” She leans forward.

“Uh, yeah, Rob,” he says with a laugh. He lets his hands fall to the side as he rounds the counter to hop up next to her. “You’ve seen some of what I’ve seen,” he says, emphasizing his words with raised eyebrows and wide eyes, “after all of that, I don’t think ghosts are a stretch.”

She considers this. “Fair point.”

They watch until the Ghostbusters save the hotel before Steve continues with a, “Would you want to be a ghost?”

“No,” she says.

“Why not?”

“We don’t know ghost rules,” Robin says, spinning to face him instead of the tiny TV. “What if my ghost has to stay in the room I died in? Or do I get attached to an object? What if we can’t roam and interact with the world? Can we even see what’s going on in this plane or would we be stuck reliving our death over and over again in one of those loop things?”

Steve’s brow is creased as he stares at the floor. It’s his processing face, the one she has to wait to see the crease smooth out or else he gets a migraine or very, very lost in the conversation.

She waits patiently as the words soak into the folds of his brain. When he looks back up at her, hazel eyes clear and attentive, she continues. “I just think that wouldn’t be a very fun afterlife, ya know?”

“It could be fun,” Steve says with a shrug. “Think of all the people you could haunt.”

Robin sits up. “Who would you haunt?”

“The boys,” Steve says with a smirk. “It’d be fun to mess with them.”

“You’ve thought about this,” Robin says with a gasp.

“A little.”

“Please share your devious, spooky haunting plan with me, dingus.”

“I just feel like haunting Henderson and Wheeler could be fun. I wouldn’t do anything to, like, scar them for life or something,” Steve says with a small smile and a shrug, “just be a nuisance in their lives like they are in mine.”

“Such as?”

“Twisting Henderson’s cap around when he’s studying and not paying attention,” Steve says. “Or moving Mike’s shit around in his room the tiniest amount where it’s noticeable but not enough to tell anyone. And I’d probably just try and spook Sinclair for Erica’s benefit.”

“And Will?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’d be a very helpful ghost to him. He’s the nicest out of the four and been through the most, I’m not going to make that worse.”

“You do know the girls would be pissed that you’re not haunting them, too,” Robin says.

He frowns. “I wouldn’t mess with them, though. Max and Erica would be liable to somehow kill me again if I tried to haunt them.”

Robin grins. “They wouldn’t kill me, though.” ‘

Steve raises an eyebrow. “Want to bet?”

The door opens with a ding and both of them roll their eyes with silent, internal groans. Without saying a word, they do a quick round of rock, paper, scissors. Robin loses, her paper crumpling to Steve’s scissors.

Her haunting plan will have to wait. She heaves herself up and out of her chair with a cheery, “Welcome to Family Video. May I help you with anything?”

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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helpwhatsthis · 1 year

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little lamb- e.m.

based on the on my second idea from this post!

warnings: SMUT!!! little plot, semi-dark eddie, accidental cult leader eddie, cultist activities and discussion, breeding kink, little daddy kink, knife play, horror themes toward the end, it's filthy and horribly written.

eddie wants to listen to the conversation, wants to be able to give his input. he really does, but he’s too lost in the way your hands move in efficise and the harsh tone of your voice. he knows the debate is on star wars, and that it’s you verses mike and lucas while the other five, including himself watch intently. dustin looks highly annoyed, and the other three are just gazing at you amusedly. and eddie? eddie looks absolutely love sick at the way you practically shout at the two freshmen.

“whatever y/n! you only watch star wars for han anyway. so your opinion is invalid.” lucas states, finally giving up on arguing, knowing he won’t win. he never does, and he’s not nearly as stubborn to do so as mike.

“that is so not true!” you snap offendedly. gareth smirks, probably recalling the time he went as solo for halloween.

“oh yeah?” mike chuckles, causing you to ball your fists and dig your nails into your palms. you get a devilish smile on your face, the one everyone knows means you’re about to shut mike down for good. eddie is practically purring as he watches with overwhelming fondness in his eyes.

“yeah, wheeler. because princess leia is hot too.”

there it is.

everyones’ jaws drop in shock, except for eddie who practically howls with laughter at mikes’ face, and dustin who’s staring down at the table. it takes a moment, but soon everyone else is laughing at mike too.

“god, can you guys please just shut the hell up!” dustin snaps, interrupting eveyones’ laughter. eddie feels anger rising in his chest at the way your face falls. it’s quickly replaced with adoration at the way you become concerned for the younger counterpart that is constantly attached to you at the hip.

“what’s wrong, dusty?” you ask softly, reaching across the table to pat his shoulder. eddie turns to look at dustin in question, desperately attempting to ignore the way his heart swells at your gentleness.

“headache.” the boy mumbles, pressing on his temples with middle finger and thumb.

“aw, hun.” you coo, reaching up to softly run your knuckles over his jaw. the sight has everyone else annoyed, but your parental affection causes eddies’ jeans to get tight. “i’ll be right back, i have some tylenol in my locker.” you asure, well worn converse squeaking as you stand from your seat.

“thanks, hellfire mom.” dustin huffs. you simply smile at him before rushing out of the cafeteria and down the hall.

“more like hellfire mommy, right gareth?” mike chuckles once you’re out of earshot. gareths’ face grows warm as he attempts to hide his embarrassment by taking a sip of his drink.

“excuse me?” eddie growls, glaring daggers at mike.

“oh- uh, it’s just some joke we made.” mike stammers, trying to shrug it off. eddie tightens his fist and clenches his jaw.

“then explain it.” he retorts, noticing the panic in mikes’ eyes. he breaks eye contact nervously, looking to lucas and jeff for help. gareth is still hiding behind his can of coke.

“it’s- it’s just something stupid we said the other day when we were talking about y/n-” lucas interjects.

“and what sort of things do you say about her when she’s not there?” they all know eddie is testing them. it’s like the anger is wafting off of him in droves. jeff is about to brush it off when dustin speaks.

“god, you have no idea! they’re disgusting.” dustin tells eddie, who takes care to show he’s actively listening to dustin; but it’s so difficult when all he wants to do is rip the other boys apart.

“all of them?” he asks dustin, voice feigning innocence. when dustin nods, the way eddie slowly turns his gaze back down the table has everyone terrified.

luckily for eddie, he had all week to plan the most sadistic campaign he could think of, and it was all paying off now.

“no! he’s the traitor?” dustin yells, close to the brink of tears. gareth is hiding his head in his hands, lucas gripping the table to keep himself from panicking, mike is attempting to argue with eddie, jeff is hyperventilating, and you? you’re sitting in dead silence, staring blankly at the small figure eddie has placed on the table. you look horrified, and he’s eating it up.

“he- he can’t be! we told him everything! we trusted him! princess y/n slept with him for gods’ sake!” mike shouts, voice somewhere close to unhinged.

“which leads me to my next order of business.” eddie grins, leaning forward, fists holding up his chin and elbows on his armrests. “princess y/n-” he hums, pulling your attention away from the table. “i’m afraid it’s time you roll for pregnancy.” he grins slyly. your jaw drops, eyes pleading and shocked.

“eddie, please don’t make me do this.” you whine. he wants to give in, and typically he would, but not tonight. tonight he’s going to show everyone just how goddamn serious he can get. he doesn’t answer, instead opting for more theatrics. he stalks slowly behind you, crouching down to whisper in your ear.

“give me your hand, sweetheart.” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, feeling the way you shiver; which puts a smirk on his face. you timidly move your hand out, showing him your cupped palm. he drops the d-twenty into your grasp.

“eds-” you plead softly.

“there’s nothing to be nervous about, little lamb. it’s just a game.” he promises, pressing a small kiss to your temple.

with a deep breath, you roll the dice across the table. your eyes snap shut, not wanting to see the result, which just causes eddies’ smile to widen. he can’t help but think how adorable you look like this, the embarrassment finally catching up.

this would do it, finally. campaign after campaign he’s had to sit, watching as the boys convince you to seduce characters, all just so they could hear the words that border on filthy leave your lips.

“holy shit-” gareths’ gasp pulls him from his blissed daze.

“a perfect twenty-” dustin says in bewilderment. eddies’ smile grows malicious, the way your shoulders sink only adding to his power trip. this would show you and these children that he’s the only person who should be hearing you say those words.

“i think that’s a good place to call it quits. princess y/n is pregnant with a traitors’ baby, wheeler hanging on for his life, lucas wounded, and gareth three hits from death. should be interesting.”

it had been nearly fifteen minutes of everyone fruitlessly trying to convince eddie to keep going. eddie sent dustin home with gareth, which made him feel a little bad. the two of you always took dustin for milkshakes after hellfire. what made him feel even worse though is that you had grown oddly quiet while helping him clean up.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he finally asks, wrapping his arms around you.

“i feel dumb, i tried to be funny and now it’s put the party in jeopardy.” the way you say it so sadly has his heart melting. the idea that you care so much is the cutest thing he thinks he’s ever seen.

“don’t worry, y/n. c’mon-” he whispers, grabbing your hand to tug you toward the door, “i have a surprise for you.” he beams, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

you don’t question him, simply following closely behind him in the darkness. you can barely see an inch in front of your face, the forest cover working to block out any moonlight. with anyone else you’d be terrified, but you grasp eddies’ hand and let him lead you like a shepherd to a lamb; but if you’re a lamb, eddie is the big bad wolf, waiting to rip you apart.

when he finally stops the two of you, you can see a black sheet pinned up to two trees, obscuring the light flickering behind it.

“eds, what is this?” you ask softly, looking up at him. he’s staring at you, something pensive and contemplative on his face. he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks.

“i am about to make your biggest d&d regret a reality. if you truly don’t want this, now is your last chance to say so.”

your eyes get wide, a small gasp leaving your lips. how long had you wanted eddie like this? you had no idea, probably since day one. you give a small nod, but he only shakes his head.

“i need words, doll.” he presses. you take one of his hands from your face and slowly guide it to the plush part of your tummy.

“please eddie-” you whimper and he groans. his touch becomes immediately more rough, one hand holding your hip while the other grips your chin. his lips press shortly to yours, causing you to whine when he pulls back all too soon.

“i want you to get undressed, and wait in the center for me.” he informs you, finally pulling back the sheet to show you a large circle of candles. he can see the surprise on your face, chuckling lightly. “i figured-” he muses, “everyone calls hellfire a cult, so some cultist activities are long overdue.”

you don’t waste time, immediately following his orders and stripping down. when you’re finally naked, insecurity sinks in at the way eddie doesn’t take his eyes off you. you take a deep breath and begin walking into the large halo of light, but he catches your wrist.

“arms out.” he demands, pulling a set of handcuffs from the waist of his jeans. you’re momentarily taken back, but it’s eddie. you trust eddie, even if you shouldn’t sometimes. you let him click the metal in place around your wrists. he gives an experimental tug, testing the restraints before urging you to move. when your thighs begin to move together, you can feel the wetness starting to run down them, and it finally makes you notice the heat in the pit of your stomach.

you stumble shyly to the middle of the circle, legs wobbly with anticipation, and maybe even shock. this sure as hell wasn’t what you were expecting when you’d woken up for school this morning. you finally sit on your knees, pine needles and leaves poking at your skin. your hands are folded in your lap, waiting patiently for his next order.

“lay back and close your eyes.” he instructs, you can barely see him standing outside the rays of golden light. you lay down on your back, legs extending as you attempt to make yourself comfortable on the cold ground. your bound hands rest just under your breasts as you give an anxious sigh. “keep them closed.” he demands. you can hear him stepping closer, the sound of leaves crunching mixes with the shuffling of fabric.

it takes everything in you not to look up at him when he finally straddles you, setting himself to rest on your thighs. his weight on top of you is comfortable, helping to ease your nerves, until you feel it. the cold bite of metal poking at your chin.

your eyes shoot open, looking down to see the tip of his switchblade, oh so close to breaking the soft skin where your neck begins to slope. you look back up at him with horrified eyes, making him chuckle softly.

“my sweet girl. you talk a big game with all that fake confidence, if only those boys could see you right now- all at my mercy.” he smirks, beginning to move the blade slowly down your neck. if he pressed any harder, it’d open the flesh of your juggler before you’d even know it. the thought of it causes you to throb, whining at the ache between your legs.

“y’know, cult leaders normally have a chosen one. some cute little thing they keep on their arm, that they’d do anything for, because that person would earn it.” he hums, continuing to trail the blade downward, now nearly between your tits. “they earn it in blood,” he gits, pressing down just enough to leave a small slit on your skin. you can’t feel the pain of it; it’s completely shadowed by the one in your abdomen, the one that keeps growing worse by the second.

he’s quiet for a few moments, taking his time to admire the necklace he’d given you after helping you draw your d&d character for the first time. the black moon charm resting between your breast, the smallest trickle of blood running toward it has him groaning.

“they also earn it in babies.” he murmurs, pulling the blade away from your skin. he flips it, nearly expertly, so that he’s holding the blade. he moves back, sitting on his knees and opening your thighs. he moans at the sight, your slick creating a small string from one thigh to another. the way you clench around nothing when the cold air hits your cunt making his cock twitch.

“i’ve been giving you everything you ask for, since day fucking one, so now it’s your turn.” he begins to move the handle of the switchblade toward your center.

“wait, eddie-” you whimper, cuffed hands reaching out for him.

“i know baby.” he smiles darkly, “you had your chance to make your first time sweet and gentle, but you decided to be a show off. so now we do it my way.” he concludes, not giving you time to speak before he shoves the handle into you.

you give a sharp cry, head falling back and breathing becoming impossibly heavier. he grins, content hum leaving his throat as he starts to pump the object in and out of your heat. the sounds of your small cries and the wet sounds of your walls pulling the handle back in after every thrust is driving him up the wall. he brings thumb up to circle your clit, and the wounded cry you release makes him throb against his stomach.

“eds, it think i’m about to-” you warn him; he only nods.

“i know, you’re doing so well. how about you cum for me, little lamb?” he urges. as soon as the words leave his mouth, the pressure in your tummy releases. you practically scream, fists balling against your chest and back arching your hips in his direction.

when you come down, you're crying out and making grabby hands for him. the sight makes his chest hurt; you look so fucked out and so damn cute.

“i’ll be right back.” he mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing from your line of vision. when he reappears, he’s got one of the burning red candles in his hand. he places the free one in yours, letting you hold it tightly. “hold on tight, babygirl.” he warns.

you hiss when the hot wax splashes onto your pebbled nipple. how can something hurt and feel so fucking good at the same time? he takes his time, making intricate little trails of wax dots that go all over your chest and stomach.

“i- i need you!” you finally whimper, no longer able to ignore the ache that returned embarrassingly fast.

“you that eager to get my baby inside you?” he asks sarcastically. all you can do is moan and nod rapidly in response.

he makes quick work of positioning himself between your legs, hands coming to rest on the ground beside your head. you instinctively hook your knees over his hips, making him smirk. you reach up with a whine, wanting to hold him and put your hands in his hair. he takes the chain of the cuffs in his mouth, giving you a little more reach to complete the action.

“you ready, babydoll?” he breathes, hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear.

"please, eddie. please." you sob, gripping the hair rooted above his ears. it's all you can reach with the cuff.

he grins around the chain, ignoring the sharp taste and pain and he bites hard to the metal and tugs. you whine out at the strain of your limbs, but you're still pliant in his hold.

"then let me give it to you, angel." he growls between teeth and linked metal. before you can think, can ground yourself from the rasp of his words; he slams into your cunt. hard.

“eds!” you scream, tears springing up in your eyes as he ruthlessly rocks his hips into yours. it’s all so much, happening so fast. the way his dick, long and much thicker than you ever imagined when you laid alone in bed at night; or hell- even when you were with other guys. not that you’d ever gotten this far with them, they were never eddie. the way the twigs and dried leaves poke at your heated skin. the way the light of the candles flickers before your clamped eyelids.

it’s nearly disorienting, all of it happening at once in the quiet woods. nearly too quiet, and if you were thinking straight it would probably make you a little unnerved. “y’know, i think we need a name a little stronger than that.” he huffs, words strained with the exertion of his near-violent thrusts. he drops the chain from between his lips, smiling devilishly down at your fucked out expression. you’re looking up at him with pure adoration, and he wonders if you even know how desperate and loving your gaze is.

“i mean, i am your leader.” he states offhandedly, “and your soon-to-be baby daddy.” he snickers as the words make you groan, low if your chest and hips rocking into his movement. “got any ideas, little lamb?” you clench around him, making it nearly impossible to keep up his pace. “call me what you want, so i can make you scream it.”

he can practically see the gears turning behind yours eyes, and he moves to suck on the soft, hot, raised line he traced on your jugular. Instead of giving him an answer, you only moan louder. “c’mon, babe. don’t make me wait.” he grits, biting down hard on your neck, soft tip brushing your cervix and making you scream.

“daddy!” your voice is shrill and choked, but the word makes him feral.

“that’s it, be daddy’s good little lamb and take his baby.” he smirks, leaning up to press his lips to yours.

as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re sobbing. your ankles lock around the swell of his ass, holding him inside while you wither around him. your neediness, mixed with the small cries that can’t be deciphered between ‘daddydaddydaddy-’ and ‘eddieeddieeddie-’ make him let go with you.

you both lie there, panting and holding each other while warmth of eddie's releases makes its home inside you. “did so good babe.” he hums, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

the snapping of wood makes both of you pull your gazes apart. “what was that?” you ask softly, still cuffed hands holding his cheeks. he looks out into the dark abyss of the nighttime forest. another snap, this one much closer and far louder. “eds?” you breath, and the shakiness of your voice breaks his heart.

“i think we should go-” he moves to pull you up, but a harsh gust of wind rips through the trees and blows out the dancing light of the flames surrounding you. suddenly, you’re both scrambling to undo the cuffs and shuffle your clothes back on.

just as eddie slides his foot home in his shoe, you reach out and grab his hand. “do you hear that?” you whisper. the sound of heavy breathing fills the dark void around you. for the first time tonight, it’s not either of yours.

“let’s go.” he breathes, squeezing you hand and turning to rush out of the woods with you.

the moment you turn your backs, the most horrific, inhuman, grutal scream breaks the silence.

you both take off in a sprint, hands never leaving one another, even as eddie shoves you over the console and into the passenger seat, even as he speeds down the road fast enough to get arrested, not even when he pushes you into the door of his trailer. he uses his free hand to lock the deadbolt, finally letting go as rests his head against the pane of diamond shaped glass that looks out into his yard.

you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, burying your face into his shoulder blades. it’s almost like he can feel it, and dull throb coming from the soft part of your tummy and thumping against his back.

he knows it took, no time or test required. he knows.

a month later, neither of you know what happened that night.

he rubs soft circles on your scalp, trying to sooth your post-throw up panting. even for only being a month in, it’s hitting you hard.

he’d convinced himself it was a fox or a coyote; but now, as he listens to you cry about how tired you are- he knows he’s never going to make stupid fucking jokes about being a cult leader again. ever. even if it gets him what he wants.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson smut #josephquinn #holiday fics #halloween

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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heyyyy could i request chris from Until Dawn? Something cute and fluffy plzzz! Thank you!! <3

Finally a until dawn request! Hope it's great 💛

Keep warm

Pairing:Chris Hartley x reader

Description:After being left outside in the snow Chris brings you in and stays with you

You felt like you didn't belong in the group of friends you were in locked outside of the lodge none of you have been to in years. You were listening to music when Emily came in your room saying that she needed help outside and would only take seconds leading to you in boots,a loose coat,and pajamas thinking you were helping with the power box but while walking she goes back in telling you she forgot a flashlight but instead locks the door leaving you outside alone with no one knowing. You wait a few minutes going to the door to see what she was doing but find it locked and no one to open it knocking until you look closely seeing Jessica laughing at you sitting on the stairs by emily in her pajamas before going to bed as you huddle against the door knowing that you wouldn't keep warm for an hour. You sit on the front porch quietly crying as you shake from the cold feeling tired wanting to get in to change and go to bed and wait to confront emily and jess about what happened as your vision dims and you can feel the ice and snow through the bottom of your pants leg on the ground. You thought that you may not be found until morning in the barn or even dead with how you felt until you heard a voice then a blurry figure and feeling hands on your face not being able to see who it was until you listened closely "Are you okay? What happened your freezing!" you realize it was Chris who was with you putting his coat on you picking you up in his arms banging on the door just as Sam walked in opening the door. You and chris met through sam and Ashley having becoming attached at the hip with him at first he had feelings for ashley until she got a boyfriend but he realized that he had feelings for you abit after keeping his feelings secret not wanting to ruin your friendship chris takes you to the fire rubbing your arms and blowing on your hands as ashley and sam come with blankets putting them around you having you drink tea slowly calming down looking at them "What happened to you?" ashley asks as you sniffle with tears running down your face "I went out with emily to help her but instead she left me outside...her and jess laughed at me before they left...I was out there for 2 hours" they look at you wide eyed feeling their blood boil not only what happened but also that it happened to you. You were the kindest,sweetest,and most wonderful person that they had met and for something so traumatic to happen to you it made them all especially chris angry but he stayed holding you while you cried and calmed down drinking tea and eating leftovers from dinner "Chris thank you for helping me...I know you might not feel the same but...I love you" you look to see him smiling at you leaning forward kissing your cheek then you meet halfway in another kiss connecting your lips laughing and laying by the fire the rest of the night waking up in his arms the next morning. You walk inside the kitchen seeing jess and emily going to go upstairs when you see everyone else behind you going straight to the kitchen "What the hell were you both thinking?!" everyone yells at them for how stupid they were for what they did not really caring until chris snaps "YOU LEFT HER OUT THERE NOT CARING WHAT HAPPENED! SHE COULD HAVE DIED!" ashley pushes jess yelling for her to get out while sam grabs and throws emily outside and jess walks out after mike stands with everyone not leaving with her hugging you and cheering spending the rest of the night with chris in his room listening to music.

#until dawn #chris hartley #chris hartley x reader #until dawn x reader

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helioleti · 2 years

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No one asked but these are my current Byler fic WIPs:

1. “Lost at Home in Hawkins”

In which we see Mike’s internal struggle through the year before the infamous s4 Spring Break, including, but not limited to: Unsent letters and unanswered calls to Will, heavy contemplation of a breakup with El and deep guilt regarding how he’s treating both of these two people very dear to his heart.

2. “Still Standing” (placeholder name)

In which Mike and Will try and keep their relationship a secret (only El knows) until they are ready to come out, but after two successful months of doing so, their friends and family start suspecting something is up. Meeting up in secret becomes almost impossible, and even worse- Will’s inner demons won’t leave him alone.

(the setting is difficult to explain. Let’s say it’s a post s4 thing where they are still in high school, assuming they can live a normal life in hawkins after the potential events of s5)

3. “Every Breath You Take is full of Unsaid Words”

Set during the Snow Ball, a conversation Mike & Will would’ve had if the girl who asked Will to a dance had come just a little later.

4. “Thirdwheeling comes in different Shapes of shit”

Mike is looking forward to the best summer break ever. Dustin is at a camp, Lucas left the state to visit his grandparents and Max took up a summer job in Indianapolis. Even his own parents took Holly with them for a vacation im Miami, and Nancy’s off with Jonathan to whatever lame plans they made in California. It’s the perfect opportunity to spend as much time alone with his boyfriend as he wants.

One little problem: Will now has a twin sister. And twins wouldn’t be twins if they weren’t infamously attached at the hip.

Totally not inspired by me spending the summer with my mom and her twin and feeling like they were constantly in on some inside joke no one else can be a part of

5. This Byclair thing where Lucas and Will maybe start fake dating or spending more time together and Mike gets jealous as hell, but i haven’t figured out a title nor a synopsis yet (shoutout to the 5 or 6 people reacting really excitedly when i made this post, this one is for you you sillies💕)

#byler #byler fanfic #willel #Byclair #i hope you byclairs dont mind me tagging this #but if you do please tell me

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Pizza Time - Eddie Munson X Female Reader - Ft. Dustin

Title: Pizza Time

Eddie Munson X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Dustin

WC: 1,359

Warnings: N/A

Unlocking the door, you let Dustin in before you. Just like outside, Dustin looked around in child-like wonder. His eyes lit up when he saw the art room that was attached to the kitchen. Toeing off your shoes, you hung up your keys on the hook by the door.

"Eddie! I have a surprise for you!" You called up the stairs.

You suddenly heard the thumping of running feet and Eddie running, more like stumbling, down the stairs.

"Babe! You're back early, I was wondering if-" His wide smile on you slowly went into one of disbelief as he saw Dustin standing beside you.

Smiling once again, he rushed forward and hugged Dustin, ruffling his hair. "Dude! You're here!" He exclaimed.

Dustin laughed and hugged Eddie back.

"I'm glad to see you too, man." Dustin replied and Eddie let go, standing back with his hands on his hips.

"Wow, you certainly have grown. How's the club?" He asked and Dustin smiled.

"Yeah, it's going good. I won like twice so far. Mike and Lucas are getting hints from Erica."

"That kid was pretty good. How's... How's everyone else?" He asked, hesitantly.

Dustin shrugged. "They are good. Steve got the manager spot at the movie store."

Eddie nodded, "That's good."

Dustin nodded, taking in Eddie's new outfit. It was similar to what he usually wore. Black ripped jeans, band shirt and his leather/denim jacket, but instead of his white sneakers, he wore leather combat boots instead. Eddie noticed Distin's eyes on his new shoes and he spun around, the chains on his pants clashing together softly.

"Like the new shoes. Just got them from Hot Topic." He spoke and Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

"It's a clothing store. It has more... Unique clothing styles. Like punk, cottage core, and even tv and movie related stuff." You explained and Dustin nodded, smiling.

"Cool." He spoke, turning to point to the art room. "Who's that?" He asked and you sighed happily.

"It's Eddies. I set that up for him. But, it seems that I use it more than he does." You teased, nudging Eddie in the side.

"Yeah, I don't think I have a knack for that. Besides, you are better at art than me, babe." Eddie teased back and you blushed, rolling your eyes.

"I'm trying to help him find something to do. Ya know, a hobby. He can't sell drugs anymore. 'Cause... It's illegal." You shrugged and Eddie pouted, crossing his arms.

"I found out that I like to do puzzles." Eddie spoke, proudly.

Dustin raised an eyebrow, "Puzzles? That sounds boring."

Eddie shook his head, "Nope. It keeps me focused. Plus, it makes me feel like I am accomplishing something."

You sighed suddenly, "Well, how about you two chillax and watch something, while I order dinner? What are you feeling, Dustin? Chinese? Japanese? Italian? Mexican..?"

"Pizza!" He cried and Eddie nodded, licking his lips.

You laughed, alright, I'll call Dominos." You spoke, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

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"Dude, alright, let me show you the wonderful life of television in the year 2023." Eddie spoke, sitting down on the couch with Dustin.

Picking up the remote, Eddie turned on the tv.

"Why is the tv so... Flat?" Dustin asked and Eddie shrugged.

"I don't know, Y/N said that's just how tv evolution worked or something." He spoke before clicking onto Netflix.

Dustin watched, fascinated as the app opened and hundreds of shows and movies appeared.

"Okay, this is Netflix. It has shows and movies. I'll show you my favorite currently that Y/N and I have been binging."

"Myths And Monsters?" Dustin asked and Eddie nodded.

"Yeah, it's pretty good." Eddie responded and Dustin nodded.

You ran into the room when you heard the intro, jumping over the back of the couch and into Eddie's lap gracefully.

"I heard my favorite show~!" You exclaimed, wrapping your arms around Eddie's neck.

"Y/N, you've seen this show twice." Eddie spoke and you giggled, kissing his cheek.

"You know I can't get enough of Nessie! Or Bigfoot. Or Pandora's Box... That's a good one." You smiled, brushing your hand over his cheek.

"Pandora's Box? Never heard of it." Dustin spoke up, smiling widely at Eddie.

"It's one of our favorites! Zeus created the first woman to punish humanity and gave her a box that she was never able to open. But, she does and all hell breaks loose." You explained and Dustin cocked his head, a look of confusion on his face.

"What..?" Dustin asked, tilting his head.

You shook your head, "Nevermind, Let's just watch the episode."

As you watched, Eddie nudged your cheek with his nose. "Y/N?" He whispered, not wanting to distract Dustin who was already immersed in the show.

You turned to Eddie, looking down at him with a small smile. "Yes, honey?"

Eddie pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, "When's the pizza coming?" He asked and you huffed, rolling your eyes.

"You tease... Twenty minutes. Just so you guys don't starve on me..." You spoke and Eddie nodded, shrugging.

The next twenty minutes passed quickly, Eddie's fingers running through your hair and Dustin sitting silently with a curious look on his face. The doorbell rang and you went to get up, but Eddie held onto your waist tight, not letting you up.

"Eddie, baby, I got to get the pizza."

Eddie shook his head, nuzzling into your shoulder. "No."

You sighed, "You're making Dustin starve." You grumbled and Eddie placed his hand on top of the back of your head.

"Stay." He told you, pressing his lips against yours. You pulled away and looked down at Eddie, unsure of what to say.

But, the doorbell rang again, making your decision. You suddenly jumped out of Eddie's grasp and ran to the door. Opening it, you apologized, handing the delivery guy the money you owed him, grabbing the pizza boxes. Shutting the door with your foot, you brought the pizza to the boys, who turned around at the smell of the delicious pizza.

"Guys! Pizza!" You exclaimed, before walking around the couch.

"I hope you aren't picky, Dustin." You chuckled, setting the pizza boxes down on the table.

Dustin shook his head, and opened the pizza box, sighing in delight as he looked at the pizza.

"Holy moly, this pizza looks amazing!" Dustin murmured and Eddie nodded, smiling.

"It is, isn't it?" You giggled as you sat down on the other couch and pulled your legs up underneath yourself.

You grabbed a slice of cheese pizza, chewing on the melty cheese. "Delicious." You complimented, and Eddie smiled.

Dustin reached for another piece, "Mmm, this pizza is the best!" He cheered, and Eddie nodded, taking a bite of his own.

"So, Dustin... We need to find a way to get you home." You spoke, and Dustin frowned.

Eddie looked to you with wide eyes, then to Dustin, and then back to you.

"Wait... So, you didn't go back and kidnap him?" He asked and you giggled, shaking your head.

"No!" You laughed, "He fell into the same thing I did."

"Oh... Okay." Eddie spoke, nodding, understanding.

Dustin slowly chewed on this third piece of pizza. "Uh... Do I have to go home immediately?" He asked timidly.

"Well, not right now! But, we'll actively try and get you home. In the meantime, Eddie and I can take you out to places." You said, patting his leg.

Dustin beamed, "Really?" He spoke, his eyes lighting up.

"Mmhm. Might as well have some fun while you're here!" You added and Dustin smiled and nodded, looking up at Eddie.

"You're coming too?" He asked and Eddie nodded.

"Yeah, Henderson, I got nothing else better to do. I don't have work until Monday."

Dustin's jaw dropped, "You have a job?"

Eddie nodded, "Yeah, I work at the Hot Topic I told you about. I stock and sometimes work as a cashier. I get a discount." He spoke proudly.

Dustin nodded, taking a deep breath, "Well, I can't wait to see what the future holds." He laughed at his own joke.

"Nice one, Dustin. I see what you did there."

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angelsanarchy · 2 years

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 14 Prt 1 - Prt 2 - Prt 3 - Prt 4 - Prt 5 - Prt 6 - Prt 7 - Prt 8 - Prt 9 - Prt 10 - Prt 11 - Prt 12 - Prt 13

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"Okay so this one is actually pretty sick. I want to paint that on my van." Eddie was currently hovering over my notepad as I drew a puppet master tattoo for Eddie. Once his uncle had seen the huge piece I drew on his chest, he freaked out. He applauded my work but asked that I please draw him something a little smaller and not so colorful.

"I'm trying to decide if he needs some red hues, really give him that hellish pop." Eddie's ringed finger ran over edges of the drawing to show where he thought it would be best to put the red and I started off slow.

"Oh that's the one baby! That's perfect." He clapped his hands together shifting his chair closer to mind. The chairs at the table started filling around us and I tried not to let Eddie keep me too lost in this sketch because I didn't want to be rude to everyone else but it was Dustin and Mike who plopped down heavily shaking the table.

"Whoa! Relax! We're working on something here!" Eddie threw his arms out and Dustin offered a silent apology.

"What are you drawing?" Dustin asked squinting at the sketchpad. I turned it around for him to see and he nodded.

"Wow that's badass." Mike looked impressed.

"I'm going to get it tattooed on Thursday. It's going right here." Eddie tapped the back of his arm.

"You let Dani draw you a tattoo...for your body?" Mike seemed shocked.

"Are you questioning my artistic abilities?" I challenged playfully.

"Not at all but that's like...a very permanent thing." Mike pointed out making Eddie snort a laugh.

"Yeah Wheeler that's kind of the point of a tattoo." Eddie shifted in his chair and had his arm around the back of mine, almost protective, I gave his knee a small squeeze reminding him to be nice.

"I mean it just seems pretty intimate." Dustin slapped the back of his hand on Mike's chest. Eddie and I looked at each other.

"What? You know I think you're awesome! It just seems like such an intense thing to get. It's like a soul binding-" Mike was cut off by Dustin.

"If there are two people who are practically attached at the hip, it would be Dani and Eddie." Dustin added quickly making me chuckle.

"You know people can have tattoos removed right? Covered even." Gareth pointed out from next to me. I sat back in my chair taking in this new topic of conversation.

"No way man. I hear having them removed is like burning the skin off your body." Carl scrunched his nose and Mike got a chill.

"I think its an awesome idea. I mean Dani's practically designed our entire party. Why wouldn't he want one of her pieces on him?" Jeff spoke up and Mike held up his hands.

"I mean they're definitely a step up from some of the others he's gotten." Jeff added making Gareth almost spit across the table.

"You guys are assholes. Why do I even subject myself to this kind of abuse?" Eddie shook his head.

"Don't be so dramatic, Munson. Now the tattoo on your chest, that's what I'd call abuse." Dustin's mouth dropped open and Eddie smirked at me for ribbing him.

"She makes a point." Carl added causing the rest of the table to laugh.

"Screw you guys. I'm getting another drink." Eddie stood up and put a hand on my back making me look up at him. He was silently asking if I wanted anything and I shook my head, watching him head towards the soda machines.

"My girlfriend has a tattoo. It's small but I always wonder if maybe she'll cover it when we get old enough." Mike pushed the food around on his plate.

"I didn't know you had a girlfriend. What's her name?" I smiled making him look up.

"Oh um her name is El. She moved last year but we're making it work long distance. We used to talk on the phone all the time but now we write each other letters." He explained with a weak smile.

"Same here. Me and my Suzie are going strong for almost a year now. Long distance is tough but we stay in constant contact. Doesn't help that her dad hates me." Dustin said looking annoyed.

"Why does her dad hate you?" I chuckled feeling bad for him.

"Her dad doesn't hate you. He just doesn't like that you're Agnostic which is pretty stupid." Mike reminded Dustin who shrugged.

"That's really cool that you've both found two people that you love enough to make it work from a distance. That's real love right there." Mike blushed but Dustin smiled proudly.

"Okay what did I miss? Why is Wheeler's face a stop sign and Henderson smiling like an idiot?" Eddie plopped down heavily in the chair next to me sliding a bag of skittles towards me and opening his mountain dew.

"Dani was commending the Freshman's about finding love that knows no distance or bounds." Gareth tipped his drink at Mike and Dustin who laughed.

"...with each other or-" Eddie questioned as both boys exclaimed a loud no.

"Dustin has a girlfriend named Suzie who sounds lovely but has to deal with being star-crossed as her father does not approve of his religious beliefs, which I agree with Mike. That shit is stupid." Dani explained, catching Eddie up.

"And Mike's girlfriend just moved but they write letters to one another, which is super romantic by the way. There's something really sweet about sitting down and handwriting a letter to someone imagining them sitting somewhere and reading it with a smile on their face, thinking of you." Mike finally let himself smile without blushing.

"Handwritten letters do it for ya? No bed of roses or candle lit dinners on a boat?" Eddie teased as I sat back in my chair, his body facing towards me.

"I'm fairly simple. I don't particularly like roses and I can't swim so anything on the water isn't ideal. Showing that your happiness can come from making me happy is what I like. I want effort, I want romance that shows actual character and forethought. Doing a bunch of cheesy things you copped from a John Hughes movie isn't romantic. It's predictable." I sat back and noticed how intently he was listening to me rant.

"So romance is a case to case basis is what I'm hearing." Mike chimed in.

"Exactly. Something sweet El likes might not be anywhere close to what Suzie would like. Every girl is different and if you truly care about a person, you take the time to get to know what makes them happy so you can make sure their life is full of it." I popped a skittle in my mouth watching Dustin and Mike share a look of acknowledgement.

"Shouldn't you be taking notes Eddie?" Carl spoke up making the entire table bust out in a fit of laughter. Eddie shook his head and got up to round the table sending them all into silence. I watched Eddie closely in case he had taken the playful jest as something to be fired up about.

"Boys, this is a lunch break and while I'm sure all of this has been very informative for you, I want you to take a good hard look at these other tables. They're a good mix of Hawkins good little guys and gals right?" The boys nodded carefully.

"Now take a look at the woman in front of you." Eddie put his arms around Dustin and Mike. I shook my head at him confused as to where this was going.

"She's beauty and grace at its purest form and it's a mystery even to myself why she actually wants to hang out with any of us. So if you could stop shaking her down for information about the inner workings of the female mind, that would be great." Eddie pushed Mike and Dustin's heads together and they rubbed the sides of their heads making the others laugh again. Eddie stood up straight and winked at me. I rolled my eyes taking a sip of his drink before he plopped down next to me once more and held my pen out to me to resume working on his tattoo.

I didn't mind talking about the boys personal lives but something in the way Eddie winked at me made me think he didn't want me to reveal all the secrets to them. Love certainly has a learning curve.

#Eddie Munson #Alone Together #Dani Murillo #Eddie x OC #Eddie x Dani #Stranger Things Fic #This only took forever because I have started plotting the actual story #I was worried I would mess up the timeline

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bifuriouswaterbender · 1 year

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Eddie/Steve 26

Send me a ship (or fandom) and a number between 1 & 101, and I’ll use my Spotify Wrapped as fic inspo

26 - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch Me"

Rating Note: I'd consider almost everything I post on Tumblr Rated T. This one is Rated E for more explicit references to and depictions of sex than I normally post on Tumblr.

There was only one rule to whatever the fuck this was. They didn’t kiss.

Steve shoved Eddie against the wall, bit his neck hard enough to leave marks. Eddie pushed Steve’s head down far enough on his dick that he choked, reveled in the hint of pain when Steve listened and used a touch too little lube. But lips were off limits. Their mouths constantly strayed all over each other everywhere else. Eddie’d even left kisses down Steve’s spine the first time Steve agreed to bottom, on his knees with his face in a pillow. They occasionally had moments that could be called gentle, tender even. But those were fleeting and without anything that could reak of attachment.

The rule never got said aloud. Not exactly. It started their very first time together as Steve had gone in for a kiss and Eddie had ducked his head away.

“No need to pretend you care, Harrington,” he’d snapped. “It’s just fucking. We can focus on that.”

And Steve had listened. He’d made some notes to put his mouth to better use and rimmed Eddie until he cried the time after that. But he listened.

The kids had caught on that something was going on, but none of them understood enough to ask the right questions.

“We’re not together,” Steve said as he rolled his eyes at Dustin.

“Cute you think we’re the type of people who could date,” Eddie snarked at Mike.

“No feelings here,” they agreed as Max prodded.

“It’s not because he’s a guy,” Steve added against Will’s wide-eyed expression. “We’re not the kind of people who could work like that.”

Just for sex.

Steve groaned, burying his face into the back of Eddie’s neck as he continued to piston forward.

“Harder,” Eddie panted.

Steve complied.

This always started with a battle of wills, a push for dominance and control. Then as soon as one of them reached that heady place, focused a little too much on the pleasure, it became about compliance. Sometimes one to the other. Sometimes mutually to each other. A command was said, and it was followed by an eager push to please.

But never to cross lines.

Steve could leaving a dripping mess behind because they’d decided they didn’t need protection if they were only fucking each other, but he couldn’t swipe his lips softly against Eddie’s.

Eddie could fuck Steve’s throat until he cried, leave him hoarse in ways he couldn’t explain to anyone else the next day, but he couldn’t see if the taste lingered on Steve’s mouth.

The trailer had less privacy, so they usually did this at Steve’s, leaving Steve alone in his bed as he watched Eddie get dressed and head out the door. Occasionally he got a wave or a nod of acknowledge. Most of the time, Eddie was already focused on getting a cigarette between his teeth for a post-sex smoke. Sometimes he didn’t both waiting until he’d gotten outside to light up, and Steve occasionally wandered down the hall to smell it, to pretend the lingering smoke in the air was a sign Eddie would be right back. It never was.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore,” Steve said without meaning to one day as he lay boneless on the bed and watched Eddie wiggle back into those tight pants.

Eddie froze, pants hanging open on his hips. “Getting bored of me or something?”

Steve didn’t let his face show it was the opposite. Instead he just shrugged, not even caring that Eddie’s eyes skated over his naked form. This was normal for them. The conversation wasn’t. “I don’t know. Something’s gotta change, right? Maybe I’ll try dating again.”

He thought he saw something harden in Eddie’s eyes, but it was gone before he could even convince himself it had been real.

Eddie resumed buttoning his pants, adjusting them once more to make sure they stayed up where he wanted them. “Your choice. If dick’s not doing it for you anymore, I guess going back to boobs is a solution.”

His flinch happened before Steve had time to school his reaction, but Eddie didn’t seem to notice as he grabbed a shirt off the floor. It wasn’t his. It wasn’t the one he’d worn here. Steve didn’t say anything.

“I’ll still see you around the kids and all that,” Steve pointed out, as if this was a breakup. As if Eddie cared.

Eddie snorted. “Couldn’t get rid of me if you tried, Harrington.”

“The cockroach that keeps coming back,” Steve joked.

Eddie left. It was the same as it always was. Steve flopped back on his bed, letting one hand come up to ghost against lips that Eddie wouldn’t touch. This was just sex, just fucking around. Probably best to end it now anyway. Neither of them had gotten attached yet.

At least that’s what Steve told himself until about a month later when Eddie had him pressed up against the bathroom wall of the Hideout staff bathroom that the band got to use as a dressing room.

“The ladies not doing it for you?” Eddie teased as he mouthed and bit at Steve’s neck.

There would be marks. Steve wouldn’t even pretend to hide them because he never had. Never mind how much it twisted his stomach to have Robin or one of the kids make a joke about the woman who couldn’t keep from getting a little possessive over a one night stand. Yeah, sure. That must be the story. Steve wasn’t a complicated guy. It was always the same.

Eddie’s lips moved up to ghost along his chin, and Steve moved on instinct. He caught a whisper of that mouth before Eddie twisted away with an ugly laugh.

“Rules didn’t change just because you decided to try someone else out for a while,” he said, a slight sneer on his face.

“I didn’t actually,” Steve admitted, closing his eyes and tipping his head back up. It was easier to get back to the sensation of Eddie attacking his neck.

“Nobody hold your attention?” Eddie cooed before biting down particularly hard at the jucture of Steve’s shoulder.

Nobody felt like you.

Steve didn’t say it, just chuckled darkly and wiggled out of Eddie’s grip to drop to his knees. He winced as they hit the hard tile, but this was easier. Freeing Eddie’s dick from these cursed leather pants was easier. Not talking about it was easier.

When he got to work the next morning, Robin eyed the litany of hickeys and bruises covering his neck, even above the turtleneck he’d put on. “So does this mean whatever weird rut you’ve been in is over?”

Steve glared at her.

Robin shrugged. “I’m just saying. You’ve been a little uptight lately. Hope getting laid got it out of your system.”

He’d never get Eddie out of his system.

“Can’t believe you let some girl do that to you,” Dustin said with a wrinkled nose as the whole group swiveled their heads away from the movie and toward him the day after.

Steve flushed but just shrugged. “Some people like it.” He didn’t let himself look at Eddie, even as the other man snorted.

“Some people like looking like they’ve had sex.” His voice was dry enough to make some of the kids groan and others laugh. Steve got revenge the next time with a big hickey sucked just under Eddie’s jaw where he didn’t have a prayer of hiding it.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fanfic #my fanfic #my writing #I've been trying not to reuse songs but totally realized i just did #i used this same song in an rp related prompt #whoops #very different take tho

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meg96 · 5 months

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this is what i have of my story so far, it hasn't been edited to add detail or poetic language yet but i felt like sharing anyway

Francine and I were close. Our parents, who lived on the same cul-de-sac, liked to laugh and say that we were attached at the hip. We didn’t need any other friends than each other, and we were always at each other’s houses. We met in middle school. We attended an all girls Catholic school together, and even though we were in different classes, at recess and lunchtime we would find each other outside, sucking back milk cartons with straws, or in the cafeteria where we’d do less eating and more gossiping about everybody else.

The thing about Francine was that everybody liked her, but she was a little insecure, though you wouldn’t guess it because she still somehow always said the right thing and people always laughed with her and generally just enjoyed being around her. I hadn’t yet started straightening my hair or wearing sticky black mascara, but Francine did just that because somehow she intuited that it was time to start. And, feeling a little sour about all the attention she began to receive from girls who thought she was pretty, yet too sheepish and wary of eyes on me to start dressing up myself, I began to resent her as much as I was consumed by her. I began to feel uncomfortable in my skin, I felt overdeveloped and I learned to hate my mousy brown hair.

It was May and Francine and I were on our way home. The school bus lurched and groaned to a stop as Francine and I got out at a corner of a house surrounded by a chain link fence swollen with lush spring hydrangeas, lilac trees swaying their sweet scent towards us as we giggled about our teachers’ personal lives we’d heard about in the corridors. I was bothered we weren’t in any of the same classes this year, but secretly relieved. I wanted to carve out a new life for myself, free of Francine’s posterity. I wanted to be special, too. I wanted to be admired. I felt my nails pressing against the palms of my hands as we entered Francine’s bungalow and realized my hands were curled into fists.

An afternoon passed like any other, mostly talking about the hot older guy who worked at the town supermarket, and which one of us would have a chance with him; to which the answer was really neither of us. We diligently designed cootie catchers together, laughing at the fortunes we had designated one another. She would marry the kid who painstakingly recited readings when called upon by the teachers in a segmented, deep and low voice (to this day I don’t know what happened in Antigone), and I was going to be rich and live in a mansion with three kids. I laughed, but I felt slighted. I felt even fate was mocking me with irony. Such is the seriousness of small things to the young. A paper cut could be a lament, a paper fortune could be the very star that defies you.

“Samantha and I are going to the mall with her brother Mike and his friends,” Francine announced lackadaisically. I nodded, not knowing whether the invitation extended to myself. I rested my head on her hot pink satin pillow, staring into the eyes of Justin Timberlake on the poster on her wall. I was lying on my back, legs crossed, watching my foot bounce to the tune of her pop music. “Do you want to come along?”

My stomach twisted and my heart rate sped up. It was what I had wanted, but now I wasn’t sure. Her long blonde hair fell in tresses across her back as she tweezed her eyebrows in her floor length mirror. I rolled over onto my side, careful not to disturb the mascara wand and heart-shaped hand mirror resting on the pink comforter. “I don’t know,” I managed hesitantly. “I mean, sure, I guess.” Her head spun around, her big blue eyes wide and gleeful, seemingly immune to my anxiety, perhaps something she didn’t really feel herself. A grin spread across her face and her cheeks widened. “I knew you’d say yes,” she said. “3 PM Saturday. Be there or be square.”

One issue with going to the mall was that I’d have to ask my parents for money, which was something hard to do after your father had his hours cut back at his job and your mother waitressed at a local pub living off tips she scrounged up from the regular patrons having drinks at 4, flirting with her for a couple of hours, then going home to their wives at 6 or 7 and having dinner. She would put on red lipstick and blush before her shifts every day, but I could see a tiredness in her eyes that wasn’t there before things got hard and she began having to work more. And now I was to ask her for money we never really had to hang out with some people who could never really like me. But I hoped they would anyway.

I decided to go home early that day with the excuse of having to study, but I didn’t plan on doing much of that. Admittedly, I was pretty naturally smart and would pick up on things in class without having to expend any special effort, half dozing off on mornings after things were bad the night before at home. A few times a week I would wake up to my father whom after a half-case of beer or so would fly into a drunken rage at my mother. Sometimes she would come home late, claiming she and the girls were catching up and having a couple cocktails after work, and my dad would slurringly shout at her, spit flying from his lips, that she was cheating, and to just say so if she didn’t want to be with him anymore. I went out and got in the middle of it a couple of times, but had since resigned myself to the walls of my bedroom where everything was still happening, but muffled. The air in my room felt heavy and oppressive and I longed for the day where I’d get out, and I knew if I did everything right, then I’d have a better life for myself. I could be someone like Francine who was going to go to law school, she said. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but anything that would make me enough money that I wouldn’t have to rely on men.

I walked the few houses down the street to my house. They were familiar in the sense that I passed them every day, but strange in that I never paid them any heed and found myself noticing something new about them every day, even their colours a blur. Like I knew for certain the blue house had the rain-weathered white door, but the next day I would notice it was in fact the white house with that door after all. Everything seemed to change upon looking at it closely.

I saw my house approaching. It was a humble size, with sea green siding and a black iron mailbox stuffed with what was probably bills, rain-sogged and all stuck together. The black shingles on the roof pleaded to be attended too, some having fallen off in places.

As I walked, I noticed my pants felt warm and I hurried down the gravel driveway, up the concrete steps and in through my front door, where I kicked off my Kedds, and raced down the hall past the kitchen and the adjacent living room where my dad was passed out on the couch next to a bowl of cornflakes, and into the bathroom. I passed the mirror, not wanting to see myself, and ran to the toilet where I clumsily unfastened my jeans and sat down on the toilet.

Fixed in the middle of my gaze, the white linoleum tiles staring back up at me, was my pink underwear blotted with a deep red stain of blood like an unwelcome Rorschach. I sat stunned. The house was stark quiet except my breathing which I now noticed too.

I unrolled a bundle of toilet paper and pressed it onto my underwear. There was no one to tell me what to do. I assumed this was my first period; one of many more. Did Francine have her period? I didn’t know. If she did, I was one step closed to being Francine. If she didn’t, I finally had something she didn’t have. I hoisted my underwear up with a snap, and hauled up my jeans and buttoned them back up before trudging into my room where I closed the door with nearly a slam. I crawled into my bed and stared at the ceiling.

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edelweiss-coffee · 2 years

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chapter eight has arrived, dearies <3

ao3

The week went by with hardly any hiccups– save for the few times that Will had to untangle his hand from Mike’s at the very last second (before they caught a football player’s eye), and the nerve-wracking double take from Ted Wheeler as the boys stepped out of Nancy’s car after school, attached at the hip.

Lucas and Dustin were ecstatic. At lunch every day, they pleaded quietly with the boys, begging to tell Max and El about their newfound relationship, to no avail.

“I can’t risk anyone else knowing anything,” Mike mumbled. “Not until I get the balls to tell my dad.” He looked at Will, an apologetic haze over his eyes. “I’m sorry, Will. I wanna shout it from the rooftops, I do. I’m just scared about my parents. We just have to keep this quiet until I tell them, okay?”

He was met with protest from the party (“Aw, come on, Mike! You know Max won’t tell anyone!” and “El doesn’t talk to anyone but us, guys.”), but not Will.

“It’s okay, Mike. Really. I get it. I’m not upset, I’m not mad. I get it,” he explained.

Mike smiled gently, that sad haze still about him.

Lucas nudged his arm, a sly smile written all over his face.

“I’ve got an idea,” he chortled.

“Bad idea, Lucas. Bad idea,” Mike smiled.

“We’re staying at Mike’s house tonight, bitches!” Lucas whooped, clapping his hands.

Dustin cackled, Will giggled to himself. Mike laughed too, toying with his hair.

“Fine, fine. No stealing wine from my mom this time, though. I’m pretty sure I heard her asking my dad for it. I had to hide the bottle under the couch in the basement,” Mike chuckled.

“I can bring some,” Will piped in.

All three boys turned their heads theatrically to face him.

“You?” Dustin teased.

“My mom has like, 40 bottles of wine in the dining room. She wouldn’t even notice.” Will ruffled his hair a bit, and pointed at the other boys. “And can you guys stop acting surprised any time I do something cool? Starting to make me feel lame,” he laughed.

“We’re not surprised! I mean, I’m not surprised, at least. None of us are! Right guys?” Mike tried.

“No, we are. Will’s always been cool, but now he’s like, next level,” Lucas said.

“Yeah, you sort of stepped your game up somewhere between stealing a bunch of 7Up and kissing Mike,” Dustin jeered, met with some half-angry shushing noises from Mike.

“Jeez, Dustin. Bring a megaphone next time,” Mike sighed through gritted teeth.

“Hey,” Will whispered. “It’s okay. Nobody cares about us here.”

Mike grinned.

“Thank you,” he whispered back, rolling up his sleeves.

– – – – – –

Mike and Will went to Will’s house together after school, to grab Will’s overnight things.

They went to Will’s room together. Mike took Will’s clothes out of his drawers while Will grabbed his toothbrush from the bathroom.

“What’re you doin’?” Will asked from the doorway.

“Gettin’ your clothes,” Mike answered, matter-of-factly. “Where are your sweaters? It’s gonna get cold.”

“In the closet.”

Mike hopped to his feet and grabbed a yellow pullover.

“This one good? It’s soft.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Will smiled.

Mike shoved the sweater in Will's bag and the two of them walked into the dining room. They set their backpacks by the front door. Their plan to nick a bottle of wine was muddied by Joyce’s cooking dinner, but they didn’t seem ready to give up on it just yet. They stood on either side of the dining table, with Mike closest to the wine rack.

“Do you boys wanna stay for dinner? I made my homemade mac and cheese you like, Mike,” Joyce bellowed over the radio.

“Could we just take some with us? We’ve got a big night ahead of us,” Will asked.

“Of course, baby! I’ll just put some in one of the–”

She stopped mid-thought.

“Mike, baby what are you doing?”

She stared, confused, at the black haired boy, who was sliding a big bottle of White Zinfandel out of its slot in the bottle display.

Mike’s face turned white as he pulled the bottle behind his back and smiled at Joyce.

“Mike!” Will cackled. His face blotched bright red, and he shook his head. “You suck, are you serious?” He giggled, covering his face.

Joyce scoffed in disbelief, a wry smile coming to the surface.

“Boys! Wine? You’re drinking wine? Since when are you drinking wine?”

“We don’t drink like, a lot, mom. It’s more for the uh, the like, humor in drinking in a basement out of paper cups,” Will said, nervously toying with the dining chair in front of him.

“Yeah, we’re just losers in my basement, listening to the radio and playing Tr–”

“Playing games, and stuff. Sorry, mom. We won’t take that. Mike, put it back,” Will giggled. “She already saw you take it out.”

“Take what?” A voice shot from the hallway..

“Nothing, Jonathan,” Will sighed, wrapping his hands around the knobs of the chair.

“Joyce’s wine,” Mike giggled, gesturing at the wine display.

Jonathan laughed. He laughed hard, his face turning pink and his throat making a choking sound. He looked at Mike, then Will, and then to their bags near the door.

“Geniuses. My guess, mom was right here when you tried to snag it, too?”

“Mmm. Yep,” Mike smiled, clapping his hands.

“Better luck next time,” Jonathan snickered.

They all laughed together for a minute, and Joyce leaned to Will, kissing his forehead.

“Better luck next time,” she echoed, holding Will’s cheek.

She turned around and danced back over to the stove.

“As I was saying,” she laughed, “I’ll put some of this into some tupperware for you guys. Will the rest of your party be there? At Mikes?”

“Yeah, they’re coming too.”

Jonathan rummaged through the fridge and took something out, then speed walked toward the door while Joyce wasn’t looking. He knelt near the boy’s bags and shoved it into one of them.

“I’ll send you with two containers, then, ‘cause those boys love my mac and cheese. Wouldn’t want anyone to get jealous,” Joyce teased, tapping the spoon off on the edge of the glass container.

Will and Mike locked eyes, and shared a confused look between the two of them, having both witnessed Jonathan’s behavior. They both looked back at Jonathan, who nodded.

“Wh–” Mike started.

“Pff,” Will interjected.

They both smiled and shrugged, turning to Joyce.

“Here you go, boys. Jonathan, do you wanna drive them over to Mike’s? I just realized they can’t bring these over there on their bikes.”

“Yeah, sure. You can hook your bikes up to the back,” Jonathan nodded.

“Thanks,” Mike said.

“No problem. You guys ready?” Jonathan nudged Will’s arm with a smile.

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He turned to Joyce. “Love you mom.”

“Will, where’s your jacket? It’s getting cold,” Joyce squeaked.

“I’ll be fine. We’re just gonna be in the basement.”

“Thanks for the mac and cheese,” Mike added.

She kissed both of their foreheads, and hugged Jonathan.

“I love you too. Drive safe, okay?”

Jonathan jingled his keys, opening the front door.

“‘Course, mom.”

– – – – – –

Jonathan eyed Mike and Will in the rearview mirror.

“I put some Seagrams in your backpack,” he shouted, over Mambo Sun by T. Rex.

“What?” Mike beamed. He unzipped his bag to reveal six bright blue wine coolers.

With my hat in my hand, I’m a hungry man….. For you….

I got stars in my beard, and I feel real weird…. For you….

Mike and Will gasped in sync, in disbelief.

“You absolutely did not have to do that,” Will laughed.

“C’mon, the way you guys got caught? Pitiful,” he teased.

“Oh, hey. Jonathan?” Mike piped up.

Jonathan turned the music down.

“Yeah?”

“Will’s my boyfriend now. We’re together. Is– is that okay? With-with you?” he uttered. He grabbed ahold of Will’s hand, interlocking their fingers together. Will looked at his brother, anxiety and fear all over his face.

“Oh. Oh! Y-Yeah, that’s– Wow, that’s incredible. Are you for real?”

“Yeah, I’m– We’re gay. We’re together,” Will said, almost at a whisper.

Jonathan stopped the car, even though they were still a few blocks before Mike’s driveway.

“That is amazing to hear, guys. I mean it, that is just– that’s just really, really great news.”

“Thanks, Jonathan,” Will choked out. He squeezed Mike’s hand.

Jonathan smiled.

“How much of an asshole would I be if I said um, ‘it’s about time’?”

The three of them burst into laughter.

“Not at all. Took me a while to uh, get it,” Mike laughed.

“At least you got it,” Jonathan teased. He began driving again, turning the music back up.

Beneath the bebop moon, I’m howlin’ like a loon…. For you….

Beneath the mambo sun, I’ve got to be the one….

Jonathan once again turned down the music, this time outside Mike’s house.

“Hey Mike. Did you tell your parents yet?”

“N-no, I didn’t. It’s not ‘cause I’m ashamed of Will or anything. I really love him, I promise. I’m not gonna hurt him,” Mike panicked.

“No, I get it. It’s tough. I believe you. Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? If they don’t love you unconditionally, if God forbid telling them goes bad, I’m heading to college soon. You can just– have my room.”

Mike was silent, but his eyes shone. He gulped, he rolled Will’s fingers over his.

“You don’t have to tell them, you know,” Will whispered.

“No, I want to,” Mike mumbled, looking at the floor. “I do have to. I love you, okay?” He turned to Jonathan. “I really, really love him. I wanna scream it. I like to hold his hand, I like to be too close to him. I don't wanna have to hide anymore. I mean it, I’m gonna tell them.”

“Whatever you want to do, and whenever you’re ready,” Jonathan said softly. “Love you both. Drink responsibly,” he teased.

“Love you. Thanks for the wine coolers,” Will giggled.

The boys started up Mike’s driveway.

“Should’ve brought my coat,” Will shivered.

Almost immediately, Mike took off his backpack. He took his jacket off and put it around Will’s shoulders.

“Your mom tried to tell you,” he giggled.

“You are ridiculous,” Will sighed, smiling at the black-haired boy. “Thank you.”

“No problem, pretty.”

Will scoffed playfully at the nickname, shaking his head.

They got to the front door and Mike took an audible deep breath.

“I’ve got a feeling that I’m gonna end up telling my parents tonight.”

#byler #triple dog #byler fic

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munsnz · 3 years

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TRICKS OF LIFE — STEVE HARRINGTON

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐯. — 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞? Overview: Y/N tells Mike information to help their lost friend, she also heads to the search party for Will with Victor. As they explore, the past unravels and there is an odd occurrence that happens. Navigation & Mixtape

Tag: @samiyamuntaha @thepowerstoner @ughgclden @mqyfield @cooperdaysgf

“So right by Mirkwood right?” Mike Wheeler’s voice peeped after listening to Y/N’s remark of details about what she heard at the Hawkins Police Department a few hours ago. It was around 7 pm, right around to where the girl was getting ready prone to the search party being held with a few of the residents of the town.

Y/N hummed a positive response to clearing out his doubts just in case he was confused by any means, this wasn’t going to help Mike, it was going to help Will get a faster chance to be retrieved to his home again.

Although Hopper disapproved the request of letting young people in the search, Y/N and Victor were eventually allowed to come along, “Yeah, but remember you have to be somewhat far from the real search group okay? We don’t want you to get caught.”

”Mike! What are you doing?” Nancy’s faint voice was caught on the other line of the phone, leading Mike to leave the phone out, Y/N overhearing them argue over the dumbest things.

Prior to the noises of Mike pushing Nancy out of the basement she guessed, the boy came back on the line, sighing loudly, “Sorry about that, Nancy gets so annoying, I still don’t know why you still hang out with her.”

”She could be a priss sometimes,” She responds, breathily giggling, clenching the ceramic telephone tighter, “But she’s still my friend if you could say.”

Continuing with their conversation based on the plan, it was perfectly assembled, safe with a high possibility of finding Will, even if it had been a day. Will couldn’t have gone far anyways. Y/N was about to speak, but was suddenly caught off guard as soon as she heard her dad in the hallway, getting prepared for the search.

”Oh shit! I have to go now,” Y/N hushed in a subtle tone, trying her best to keep away Hopper from listening to their discussion, “Remember to be home by 9 at least with flashlights. Stay safe Mike.”

The line went awfully silent, placing back the phone to its regular position on the handset, while it being attached to the wall. Rapidly, spinning to look at her father, trying to act as normal as possible, his brows furrowed at her.

”What were you doing?”

Shrugging it off calmly, Y/N breathily giggles while she put her hands on her hips saying, “I was just checking in with Victor, that’s all.”

Hopper’s eyes widened at her point, clicking his tongue as he started grabbing on his sweater for the frosty night ahead, “Funny, but I just called his mom to let him know that he was coming.”

”Right..” Y/N casually crossed her arms, cursing under her breath before she showed any subtle reaction to what she was up to. Play it cool.

In the silence of her looking around the messy home by the front door, Hopper sharply whistles while slinging the car keys in the air to catch them, making Y/N follow right behind me, pretending as if the few minutes didn’t occur. Feeling the breeze of the autumn air, both the relatives made their way to the vehicle, on their way to the small yet important search for this boy, Will Byers.

As the road got narrower and narrower, the car drove deeper into the dark woods, where Y/N could see the slender trees and branches surrounding them. The starry sky lit up the place with a soft tone of dim blues and grays painted across it on the chilly night. Watching out the window, Y/N squinted her eyes to see a figure from afar waving towards the vehicle, a familiar figure to be Victor. Hopper drove nearer, the headlights being able to guide him to the stop where a small crowd of people were surrounding along with the patrols.

Hopper cleared his throat, while he pushed the breaks down and turned to his daughter, “Hey kid, remember don’t be-“

Without hesitation, Y/N swung the car door open to step out of it, hustled her way to her so called “acquaintance”, Victor. It was more like a friend but she didn’t want to be that close with the boy. Victor wearily smiling at her.

“You seem tired,” Y/N creeps up next to him, watching the small groups of people around the mounds of dead leaves and twigs gathered for the search.

Victor’s voice brings the girl’s attention back to him, he clears his throat, “I mean dealing with Flo is already a lot for me to handle, so I suppose I am.” The two silently chuckled, the frost getting to their noses, “I heard there’s gonna be a chance of rain.”

”Really?”

“Yes really! Haven’t you seen the forecast? I’m even wearing a jacket!” Victor squinted his eyes, his eyewear raising up on the bridge of his nose and the girl shrugged aimlessly.

Y/N scoffed, shoving him slightly, “I think there’s way more important things we need to focus on instead of the weather.”

From afar, Hopper and the policemen indicated all the volunteers to gather around on the sidewalk, near the entrance of the forest. The flashing blue and red lights were turned off from the cars, everyone else preparing for the upcoming search.

”Okay guys!” The chief shouted to direct everyone, “We need to stay in the 5 mile radius from where Will was last scene! Everyone please be careful and remember to blow the whistle if you find anything at all!”

Heads were nodded, agreeing to the directions, Officers Powell and Callahan guided two separate groups from different directions, Y/N having to come along with the third group including her dad. Although the girl was 16, her father wanted to take the best care for her, after Sarah. He wanted to keep her as close as possible, but he knew she was getting older. It was just for today, he can protect her for today, now being aware of a kid disappearing in their town. Maybe one of them was next.

“I guess that’s your call genius,” Y/N told Victor as she pointed towards Powell’s group who were walking to the right side of the woods, the people disappearing one by one into the darkness.

Not budging at all, Victor stood his ground saying, “I think I’ll stick with you for now, there’s just soccer moms hoarding the group for Powell, he has a fan club.”

“You’re not wrong Vic,” She sniggered quietly but failed miserably, letting out a subtle loud laugh, both of the teenagers walking behind their group, down a steep hill leading to the inner nature.

Rushing down first to the bottom, the tall brunette reached his hand out for Y/N who was still at the top, to help her come down to his level, “M’lady?”

”Why thank you, what a gentleman!” Y/N sarcastically gasps, gripping onto his hand to steady herself below, after they jogged closer to the group, flicking their flashlights on to carry on.

Everyone glanced above the branches, the moon shining as the crickets chirped. The crisp wind running across their faces, making the trees shuffle loudly. As flashlights led them with its brightness, they all searched and searched, for any trace of the boy around the area.

Half an hour later, the air became cooler than usual, almost bringing a frostbite to their bare hands. The sound of branches and dead leaves crunching over the few people above them. In the silence, Y/N stayed near Victor and her father, hearing shouts for Will. The realization hit the girl, they were looking for lost Will, Will hasn’t appeared, he was probably in some sort of danger. She fastened her grip on the flashlight, looking around more closely, along with the rest.

”He’s a good student,” Someone decides to break the silence of the leaves and twigs crunching under their feet, Victor and Y/N turned their attention to him as they strolled in the woods.

Hopper cocks an eyebrow up and looks towards the teacher’s direction after the statement, “What?”

”Will. He’s a good student. Great one actually,” He elaborates, smiling sheepishly to lend his hand in front of the chief to introduce himself, “I don’t think we’ve met, Scott Clarke. Teacher, Hawkins Middle. Earth and biology.”

“Don’t you remember he was my teacher back in the day?”

Victor nods agreeing with Y/N’s statement from behind, Hopper reluctantly trying to remember his daughter’s middle school teacher, still not recalling since in those past years where fighting for Y/N’s custody between the parents, “I always had a distaste for science.”

”Well maybe you had a bad teacher,” Mr. Clarke remarks, checking if his flashlight was still operating, trudging closer to the group of three ahead of him.

”Yeah, Ms. Ratliff was a piece of work,” Hopper scoffs jokingly, Y/N doing the same as well, remembering his shitty science teacher from his past years while he studied at Hawkins High.

”Ratliff?” The teacher ponders, realizing that the same teacher still resides in Hawkins after all these years, “You bet. She’s still kicking around believe it or not.”

Victor elaborates in between them, sliding his hands onto his pockets, “I had her when I was in eighth grade a few years back.”

”Oh I believe it Victor. Mummies never die, so they tell me,” Hopper smiles, trying to get his daughter to notice but she dozed off beyond the sight of the woods, ”Sarah, my youngest, galaxies, the universe whatnot.. She always understood all that stuff. I always figured there was enough going down here, I never needed to look elsewhere.”

Y/N flickered her eyes towards her father’s direction after hearing the special name, it wasn’t so special to one, but to her, it was. Sarah, Sarah Hopper her little sister, but soon enough the teacher interrupted, “Maybe I’ll get her in my class I-“

“No, she uh.. she lives with her mom in the city,” He cuts the man off from his statement, Victor widening his eyes on Y/N’s side, knowing fully that wasn’t true.

The girl beside the tall boy looked back at his dark eyes, signaling him to be quiet, Y/N was aware of the fact that everyone in Hawkins knew Sarah’s death. Just because of her own blabbermouth, Steve told everyone including the parents her little secret the young female confessed to.

As much as her dad still wants to deny the fact the little one was gone and resting in peace, staying of his delusion Y/N wished she could have. It was a promise. A promise that everything was okay and there wasn’t nothing to worry about, almost some sort of fairy tale where everything had its happy endings with a happy family which wasn’t it.

“Thanks for coming out, Teach. We really appreciate it.” Hopper clears the air, trudging past them farther into the dark eerie woods, Y/N and Victor repeating his steps behind him.

Once they were out of the picture and range from hearing, a middle aged woman spoke up next to the teacher, in a hushed tone saying, “She died a few years back.”

”Sorry?” Mr. Clarke shifted his head in bewilderment towards the lady for any clarification from the inadequate statement given.

”His kid.”

The teacher’s eyes widened, observing the two family members mumbling inaudible words behind the brisk trees of the cool night. He didn’t know the Hoppers hid their family, they never talked much about family when it came to projects when Y/N was younger. It seemed like something ever so private not like where many kids shared experiences with their loved ones, they always kept everything about their family closed up. Almost a mystery.

Y/N could hear the soft mumbles of the quiet conversation being exchanged by the lady and her former teacher, she felt sick knowing that her father stays in the delusion of her sister being alive, lying. Lying wasn’t so hard for her, Y/N was almost a professional at it when it came to helping the party in situations. But lying to her dad was different, it was the both of them against the horrid place called the world.

“Is Sarah going to be back?” A small girl walked over to the grown adults who stood at the front door, puffy eyes showing on their faces, as they held a plastic wristband and stuffed tiger after a long day from not seeing her sister. It was already near midnight.

Without any move, the woman, who to be seen was the girl’s mother, bursted into tears, her husband catching her into his arms. The youngling worriedly watched her parents shed tears, a middle aged woman got up from the couch to comfort both of them. Whispers and mumbles being shared between the adults, bringing more tears.

”Mommy?” The girl steadily crept next to her mom’s leg, wrapping her short arms around her waist, pressing her cheek against the woman’s body, “Don’t cry, I’m here.”

Sobs were still heard from the mother, the two of the women held each other tightly while the tall man let go from their hug, kneeling next to the girl’s level, “Y/N, kid-“

”Dad, where’s Sarah?!” Y/N shakily shouted, her stomach feeling uneasy, with her sister not being found. What happened to Sarah? She knew Sarah was going to get better. Why was mom crying? So many questions filled her head, eyes welling up, her father hugging her tightly with all the hurt and love. Y/N noticed the wristband that her father was holding, she peered closely to see a sloppy handwriting shown as the name Sarah, written all over it with the date when she was sent to the hospital.

”Sarah is... gone.”

The little’s watery eyes widened, her bottom lip trembling, she threw her arms around her father, her head leaning onto his shoulder. Her little sister was gone, she was alone now, her heart crumbling into a million pieces. Sarah, Sarah wasn’t here anymore. But it seemed so surreal, it was only yesterday the two sisters laughed about one of the nurses dropping her cup of coffee while getting chemotherapy.

“Dad.. Can she come back?”

Sadly grinning, Hopper wiped the girl’s chubby face from her tears, shaking his head, “I’m sorry kid, she’s not coming back.”

”But she has to! Sarah has to come home with us,” Y/N choked in her tears, her eyes becoming swollen, grabbing the wristband from her father’s large hand, “Sarah can’t leave me alone here. She promised she would stay.”

”Y/N, I know this is difficult but your sister left us. She’s in a better place now.”

Making her cry even more, Y/N’s mother rapidly kneeled next to her husband and daughter, she sniffed, grabbing onto her daughter, “We promised Sarah we would love each other and always stay safe. Forever.”

”Promise?”

Both of the girl’s parents joined in for a tight hug, Y/N fastening her arms around the two others, “Promise. We promise you sweet pea.”

”Y/N! Y/N!” A familiar voice boasted in the ears of Y/N, she focused her attention back to the voice. There was no one beside her by the time she looked around, it was the sounds of the wind and her alone. Her flashlight flickered in her hands, she shook it vigorously to try and turn it back on, but there was nothing coming out of it, just a dimly lit tone guiding her way. Nothing else in her sight except for the trees and moonlight, she tried her best to not overthink this and make her way back to the group.

Every turn she made in the paths, it led her to nowhere, noises filled the aura. Slowly, she began to worry, she wasn’t coming back to the group. Y/N’s head filled itself with thoughts, there was no way she could be lost, last time she was with Victor, rambling about the weather. Where was she? Looking up, she felt small droplets of water dripped onto her face above, Y/N squinted her eyes to avoid the drizzle. The water fell down slowly until it started raining heavier in the air, she wiped her face to dry it off and continue to try to find her way back.

“Dad!” Y/N shouted, wrapping her arms over herself, her hair becoming soaked along the time. She kept shouting and shouting, worry filling her in. The girl was afraid. What if she went missing like Will? Oh no.

Without a precaution, a branch from behind was heard. Y/N whipped her head to the direction, seeing a small human with a white gown rapidly run off to opposite direction, the rain blurring her eyes. Was that Will? Curious, she picked up speed to follow the boy, it may be Will. A chance of relief rushing in as her adrenaline sped up, almost running faster. “Will! It’s me!”

The boy didn’t stop, sprinting faster with his bare feet. Y/N still yelled, slowing her pace down, then picking it back up, going through the trees. An idea came to her, tugging at her metal whistle to her lips, blowing on it. The sound coming off it, maybe attracting people to find her and the boy, it has to be Will. Using her arms to run faster, she suddenly trips over a thick log after not seeing below her because of the wind, sending her to the floor. She whimpers as she felt her ankle burn in a pain, whistling even more.

From the distance, few people to what she could tell came forward to her, rain soaking over her head. Thunder being heard far away, Victor came into the picture to kneel down next to Y/N.

”Hey are you okay?” He worriedly checks on her, receiving a nod. Victor looked around for any possible wounds since he found her on the ground, “We couldn’t find you!”

Y/N hardly paid attention to him and looked afar to see if the boy would turn up again. She held Victor’s jacket to pull him closer, “I think I saw Will! He was running through there I-“

”Chief Hopper coming through, excuse me,” A voice from the crowd of people called in, Hopper bringing himself forward to find his soaking daughter on the ground pointing toward another direction. “What’s wrong?”

Victor moves to tell Hopper while being next to shaking and wet Y/N, “She saw Will.”

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feralrunaway · 3 years

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Deeper

(Moodboard by the lovely @emyearns)

Summary: The Captain has a Valentine’s Day surprise for you.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Bodily fluids, Pegging

A/N: Yep! It’s time. And yes, I referenced @hope-to-hell’s lake house universe.

The flashing red and blue lights caught in your peripheral vision.

Shit. Fuck.

Not what you needed right now. You checked your speed. Only 5 over. Seriously? you thought, cursing the officer pulling you over for adding one more stress to your day. You slowed your speed and directed your car over to the shoulder of the road, peering into the rearview mirror. You recognized the blue truck, and the sweater-clad menace that stepped out of it.

Chuckling in relief, you rested your head back against the seat. At the sharp rap on your window, you tilted your head to the side and sighed, pressing the button to the automatic window.

“License and registration, Miss.”

“You’re a bastard, Walt. I really thought I was going to get a ticket there for a minute,” you said, noting the mischief in his eyes.

He grinned under his beard. “Who says you aren’t?” he asked as he pulled a notepad from his back pocket and started scribbling.

“Well, given that you’re not a traffic cop, I figure that’s out of your wheelhouse and that you’re just trying to fuck with me on this fine afternoon. I do need to get going though, I forgot it was Valentine’s Day and I still need to stop and get something for Sy before I get home. You know how he is, he’s gonna have something elaborate and thoughtful. I can’t go home empty-handed.”

He finished writing on the notepad and chuckled, ripping the sheet loose and folding it in half before handing it to you atop a box that you hadn't noticed him holding before. “Oh, yes. I know exactly how he is. But don’t you worry. I don’t think he’s too worried about what you’ll be getting him.”

You eyed the box, a simple black square tied with a red ribbon.

“For me? Walt, you shouldn’t have. Won’t Mike be jealous?” you laughed.

“That, darling, is not from me, I’m simply the messenger. And no, Michael and I are celebrating late. I’m taking him to the lakehouse next week.”

“Aww, well you two have fun. Let us know when you’re free again, we should all have dinner,” you said, to which he nodded.

“Will do. Enjoy your gift. And don’t take it easy on him,” he said mysteriously, followed by a terrible wink. He drummed his knuckles on your car door and waved before heading back to his truck and pulling away.

You remained in your car on the shoulder, excited to see what this mystery gift was. You opened the folded notebook paper and read:

Sy asked me to give these to you. Have fun, be careful, and don’t lose the damn key.

Happy Valentine’s Day

-W

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Once you arrived home, chocolates, champagne, and a little teddy bear in hand, you cut the engine to your car, gathering the items you’d purchased and the mysterious gift box to take inside with you.

Upon opening the door, the house was silent, and the entryway was dark.

“Sy?” you called out into the stillness.

After receiving no answer, you shrugged. Figuring he must have run out for an errand, you made your way to the kitchen to grab out some glasses for the champagne. A lit candle sat in the center of the kitchen table, with an envelope in front of it, your name scrawled across the front. Looking around and wondering where your darling bearded bear was, you opened it and read:

Open your gift. Then bring it with to the bedroom.

You quirked an eyebrow before picking up the box and sliding the ribbon free. Inside were two sets of handcuffs...and keys. You grunted out a little laugh. Alright then. Closing the box and grabbing the champagne and glasses, you sauntered out of the kitchen. You were starting to suspect you weren’t alone at home at all.

“You know, if you wanted me restrained and at your mercy, you didn’t have to be so elaborate about it. Making poor Walt take time out of his day to harass me,” you called out teasingly. You received a low chuckle in return, coming from upstairs.

Your breath came a little faster when you reached the hallway at the top of the stairs, seeing it littered with red petals in a clear path to your bedroom door. What was he up to?

You rounded past the doorway to see that the petal trail ended at your bed. And sitting upon the mattress was your husband, the burly special forces Captain, with a shit-eating grin on his face and excitement in his eyes. You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out.

“You really went all out, didn’t you Sy?”

“Oh baby we’re not even close to done yet. Did you open the box?”

“I did. And I brought champagne. You gonna cuff me and have your way with me tonight?”

He pulled a second box off the nightstand and set it beside himself, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “You misunderstand, darlin’. The cuffs ain’t for you. C’mere.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you wandered over to him. His hands caught your hips as you stepped between his legs and he looked up at you. His voice grew lower, “I wanna try somethin’ new tonight.”

“Oh yeah? I get to cuff you? You’ve never been big on restraint, babe. You sure?”

“I’m willin’ to give it a try, if you’re willin’ to give something else a try for me,” he stated, questioning eyes searching for yours. He reached for the other box and opened it. You peaked inside.

Oh. Oh.

Your cheeks heated a little. A small grin started to grace your lips, and a matching one spread across Sy’s face when he noted your reaction.

“A present for both of us I think. Wanna try it out?”

“Hell yes I want to try it. Anything for you,” your eyebrow rose as you looked over from the gift to his body. “You’re wearing far too many clothes though.”

His low laugh rang across the room as he gazed at you lovingly. “Let’s remedy that, shall we?”

You set down the champagne and glasses, tossing the box with the cuffs onto the bed, and the two of you quickly divested each other of your garments, until you remained standing by him in just your panties and bra. Your Captain was a vision in nothing but the smile he wore.

“Perfect, let me help you get this thing on.”

Your heartrate kicked up as he fished the harness from the box and pulled you closer with a warm palm at your hip. “Here, step into this loop here.” And so you did, his fingertips trailing up the backs of your thighs as he drew the strap up and around the swell of your bottom and clasped the harness together at the side. There was a small remote attached to the top strap, and you touched it curiously.

“Damn. You look good in that alone. Maybe I need to look into a different kind of harness for another time.” And he gave the straps a tug, pulling you to him, and you leaned in for a searing kiss.

Pulling back a little breathless and dazed, you hadn’t realized that he’d pulled the toy from the box until he was sliding it into place. It was much smaller than he was himself, you noted as your eyes drew over the sight of him stiff and heavy, his pulse thrumming visibly through his straining excitement.

“You sure about this Sy?”

“Damn sure, baby. You’re gonna do great, and I know I’m gonna enjoy it. We’ll take it easy this first time, I know you can do that.”

He pulled you in again for another kiss as he handed you the cuffs you’d tossed aside before. His excitement was palpable as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

You grew more bold as your excitement matched his. “I want you on your knees. Hands on the bed frame.”

He grinned. “Atta girl.” And drew himself up into the position you had indicated, palms and fingers wrapping around the metal frame.

“I’ve already worked myself a little for you darlin. I wanted to be ready.”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned at him. “You sure that was the only reason? Well, it’s just like you to plan for every situation.”

You gently placed the first cuff around the bed frame and then on his wrist, slowly repeating this on the other side. The muscles in his thigh jumped slightly as you leaned in and the toy brushed against him.

“You okay? We good so far?” You asked him anxiously. Sy wasn’t one to take restraint easily. He pulled slightly against the cuffs, testing them.

“I’m okay, peach. I’m good,” he looked at your eyes, confident and level. “I trust you.”

You set the keys on the nightstand where they could be easily accessed, then paused to take in the sight in front of you. Your Captain, at your mercy, staunchly trusting in you, might just be one of the sexiest things you’d ever seen.

You leaned in close, sliding your body under his to reach his face, and kissed him thoroughly. Your fingers trailed down his chest and grasped at his stiff erection. He grunted against your lips.

“I think you’re ready for me, Captain,” you said, slipping into a slightly more dominant tone as your confidence grew, fueled by his response. You pumped him in your hand a few more times, reveling in the sight of his precome leaking from the tip. Leaning down, you tasted the drops, the feeling of your tongue causing him to pulse his hips forward and moan slightly.

You smiled at that and slipped out from under him. Taking the bottle of lubricant from the box, you set the rest of the packaging aside. You spread some across the toy, making sure it was thoroughly coated with plenty on the tip, then rose up onto your knees behind him.

What a sight your Captain was. All that muscle, completely at your mercy. His grip on the headboard tightened, the anticipation making him antsy. “You enjoying the view, peach?”

You giggled, leaning forward and biting the swell of his behind, causing him to hiss and arch.

“Now I am,” you said, reaching forward and running a finger down the crease of his ass toward his opening, causing him to hum. You gently circled a lubricated finger around him before pressing it in. His cock twitched in response and he pressed back against your hand. You added a second finger, pleased at his reaction, and pumped them in and out gently, pulling a groan from his chest.

“You really are ready for me, aren’t you? So good for me, Sy.” You blushed a little at your own boldness.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about this a lot, darlin’. I trust you, and I know you’re gonna make it good,” he answered. There was just a hint of breathlessness in his reply and it stirred up a fire in you that burned away any further hesitation.

You pulled your fingers free and lined up the toy with his entrance.

“Press that little button on the remote, babe.”

You did as he directed and were immediately rewarded with a thrumming vibration at your clit, causing you to gasp.

Sy chuckled, “It’s a gift for both of us, told you.”

Lost in sensation, you pressed forward, bracing your hand on his buttock, using the other to stay lined up. You watched as the tip of the toy spread him open, his tight ring stretching slowly to allow you access. He moaned deeply as the silicone head slid past his opening, and you paused, letting him adjust to the feel.

“Fuck babe,” he groaned, his hands gripping the headboard like a vice.

“You good Sy?” you asked breathlessly.

“Feels fuckin’ good. Keep going,” he said, pushing his hips back toward you. “Deeper.”

You pushed forward again slowly, the movement causing the vibrations of the toy to deepen against your sensitive flesh. Once you had it completely inside him, you indulged by grinding slightly to increase the friction against your clit, another little gasp working it’s way past your lips.

His hands jerked against the cuffs, rattling the metal and causing his biceps to bulge. He’d completely forgotten about being restrained, so engrossed he’d been in the new sensations. But now, with the urge to take himself in his palm, he’d remembered.

Sensing an opportunity to quell any building anxiety, you reached a hand around to his cock, drawing a lube-slicked palm over the length of him before grasping with light pressure and stroking him. Then, slowly, you began to pull your hips back.

The growl drawn from him indicated the same amount of pleasure that the string of precome dripping from his tip did, heightening your awareness of just how much he was enjoying this. Your core clenched, soaking with desire.

You pushed back in, this time more firmly, and drew back immediately, beginning to set a gentle but excited rhythm. You continued stroking him to the same pace.

The sounds drawing from him had your arousal at a peak, and soon you were pumping into him with fervor, panting, the burn of your thigh and buttock muscles simple adding to the frenzy.

He began bucking his hips back and forth, his own body unsure if he wanted your hand or the toy to chase his pleasure from.

“Mmm fuck babe, I’m close. Keep going.”

He was losing composure, and you quickly found yourself down the same path. The vibrations against your clit combined with the visual and audible evidence of his arousal had you near the edge. You pressed faster, stroking him and kissing along his back as your breath left you in helpless little pants.

“Come for me Sy. Come with me.”

You thrust forward as the sensations in your core burst forth, causing you to clench and your hips to stutter. You felt his flesh pulsing in your hand as he moaned, his sac drawing up tight and you could see minute little pulses as he squeezed around the toy. His spend spilled over your hand and onto the sheets below.

You both stilled, the stilted rhythm of your breaths the only sound in the room for a moment as you released him from your hand.

After a brief pause, you remembered your role and pulled slowly from him, resting a reassuring hand on his side as you did so. Your trembling fingers removed the clasp of the harness and you slid free from it.

You quickly moved to the head of the bed, grasping the keys to the cuffs along the way. As you freed his hands from the restraints, you searched his face for any discomfort. But instead you only found his beautiful blue eyes lit with love and blissed out pleasure.

As soon as the second cuff slid open, he pulled you to him, tangling his hands in your hair and pressing a deep, sensual kiss to your lips.

He laughed against your lips. “You were amazing, peach.”

“Yeah?” you asked. “Not too rough?”

“It was perfect. Fuck. Thank you babe. Now, I see some champagne, and I’m pretty sure a nice steamy bath would be nice after this. What do you say?”

You observed your husband with adoration. “I say I love you and I love that idea. You run the bath and I’ll get the chocolate?”

He kissed you again. “Anything for you, peach. I love you.”

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apocalypticbadass · 3 years

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Sapphic Vampire Lovers (Smut)

A/N: Hey guysss it’s Alice smut time. Haven't been able to get the woman out of my head recently so here are my musings. You live with the Cullens and Alice is your girlfriend, but no one at school knows. You’re basically an adopted sibling so I might refer to the kiddos as your brother/sister. Also I’m not saying Alice can't see the future in this but like...lowkey...it’s hard as hell to write for her when she already knows everything lol.

Warnings: Smut, cursing, I think that’s it.

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You sighed loudly as Mike Newton continued to prattle on about unimportant matters by your side. The bell signaled the beginning of class, and you feigned an apologetic look, which Mike believed wholeheartedly as he scurried to his seat. Poor boy. You turned to Emmett, your “brother” who sat next to you in Chem.

“He doesn’t give up, does he?” Emmett snickered.

You shook your head and sighed. “Oh shut it, Em.”

“You should just turn him away at this point. It’s going too far. Alice is starting to really notice.”

“Wait actually? She can’t possibly think I would ever pick Mike Newton over her.” You replied, getting quite nervous that Alice might be upset with you.

“I’m just sayin’. He’s always flirting with you, the last thing you want is for Alice to get the wrong idea.” “Yeah, you're right. Thanks Em.”

He smiled at you and ruffled your hair before you both turned towards the front to pay some attention to your teacher. You couldn’t sit still for the entirety of class, Emmett kept having to pull your hands out of your mouth to stop you from biting your nails or rest his hand on your knee to keep your leg from bouncing. The bell rang after a painfully long class, and all you wanted was to get out of there. It was the last period of the day, so you and Emmett grabbed your things and booked it out of class, he understood your desire to leave. What the both of you had missed while you were too busy worrying about your anxiety, was that Mike Newton had left class 10 minutes early with Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. How Emmett’s incredible hearing and sight had missed that, you’ll never know. Or maybe he just thought it was unimportant. The rest of your family caught up with you, and Alice linked her arm in yours.

“Hi baby.” She said with a smile.

“Hi Ali.” You answered, nuzzling into her shoulder as you walked.

As you all got closer to the parking lot, Emmett gasped. “Oh my fucking God...”

“Oh Jesus, here we go.” Rosalie sighed.

Draped across the side of Mike’s minivan, made of canvas and paint, was a sign that read “(Y/N), will you go to prom with me?”

You stopped dead in your tracks.

This could not be happening.

No way was this happening.

You turned, horrified, to look at Alice’s face. She was staring straight ahead, jaw set, eyes unreadable. You softly disconnected your arms and rushed over to Mike, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

He beamed as he saw your urgency. “So, what do you think?”

“Mike, take it down right now.” You pleaded. “I’m sorry but I won’t go to prom with you.”

His face fell as Eric and Tyler moved to take the sign down and save Mike a little bit of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Mike, I have to go.”

“Yeah, no, it’s cool.” He said, rubbing the back of his head.

Your family was on your left and they were already getting into the car. Alice was at the back, and you grabbed her wrist while begging her to turn around and talk to you. “Alice, please, can we talk?”

“What is there to talk about?” She spat, venom in her voice. “Clearly you gave him a reason to think he should ask you. You’re very friendly, and I love that about you, but I think flirting with someone when you have a girlfriend is way too far.” “Alice you know I would never do that. You know how loyal I am to you, Mike could never hold a candle to you. I swear I’ve never flirted with him in my life, he’s just obsessed or something.” Your eyes shone with tears. “Please, baby. Trust me, not him. I swear on my life I only love you.”

You could see the slightest softening of her defensive exterior as your (y/e/c) eyes bore into her deep amber ones.

She stepped closer to you and sighed. “You’re right, I’m overreacting, I suppose. You haven’t given me any reason to believe that you’d flirt with him.” Alice placed her lips below your ear. “Unfortunately for you, you’ll have to pay for poor Mike’s mistake. I’ll have to remind you who you belong to, just incase you needed a refresher.”

Your breath caught in your throat, a blush creeping onto your cheeks since you knew that your family could hear you quite clearly from inside the car.

“I’ll meet you at home.” She said before turning on her heel to walk home, she’d be back before the rest of you.

You got in the car behind the passenger seat, head in your hands as Emmett laughed from the other side of the car. “What did I tell you?”

“Drop it, McCarty.” You glared at him.

“She’ll come around.” Jasper said, hand on your knee. “She’s not actually mad, just jealous that he can be so carefree with his feelings while you both have to hide yours.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Just sucks.” “At least you’ll get good sex out of it.” Rosalie said nonchalantly, looking at her nails, which she had painted last night.

“Get some!” Emmett cheered, which made you bust out laughing.

The car ride home was comfortably quiet, everyone else’s mind wandering to other things, Rosalie and Edward speaking to one another in a nearly inaudible tone.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you pulled up to the Cullen house, met by Alice leaning against her Porsche, arms folded neatly across her chest. Jasper squeezed your shoulder in encouragement, feeling your nerves flow, and eased your anxiety as best as he could, one last time. Alice got in the car before you could get over to her, and just before she shut the door, she gave you a “come hither” motion. You opened the passenger door and sat carefully inside of the car, careful not to track in any mud.

“Hi.” You said softly as she began to drive.

“Hello.”

You fell into silence, zoning out while looking out the window, wondering where the hell you were going. You tried very hard not to let her know how nervous you were, but the attempt was futile because she could hear your erratic heartbeat.

“Where exactly are we going?” You managed to say, in a calmer voice than you thought you could muster.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun.” She said lightly, tossing you a wink.

20 minutes later, Alice pulled into a hotel parking lot, probably the fanciest building you had ever seen. You knew you were in Seattle, but had never been to this secluded area with these fancy buildings. You felt severely underdressed, the both of you casual, but her level of fashion much higher than yours, her walk far more graceful. She gave the keys to the valet as they pulled luggage out of the trunk. Alice took one bag for herself and handed one to you. She kept her hand on the small of your back and led you through the massive glass doors, which were opened for you of course. The gorgeous decor of the lobby kept your gaze until Alice had signed you both in.

“Come on now, love.” Her voice was like melted honey.

Your gaze flipped to her and you followed her to the elevator, where she pushed the button for the top floor. Your eyes went wide as you remembered peering up to the peak of the building and how high it was. As you stepped out, there was one single door in front of you. Alice swiftly unlocked it and ushered you inside, bolting the lock shut immediately. As you walked around in awe, you felt yourself being whisked away, vision blurring as Alice ran you both into the bedroom, where she tossed you onto the silk duvet. Her dainty, but incredibly strong hands pushed your shoulders back onto the bed.

“What to do with you?” She pretended to think before pulling a pair of cuffs from behind her back.

You bit your lip as you felt butterflies down below. Your wrists were in one of her hands in a second, cuffed to the headboard before you could even blink. “Are you going to be good for me, darling?”

“Yes baby, I will.”

“Good.” She muttered into your ear, tearing your shirt off to suck on the exposed skin of your breasts. All you wanted to do was tangle your fingers into her short hair as she marked your body. Your wrists audibly struggled against your confines and you groaned. Alice laughed. She tore your bra off in a fluid motion, gently worrying one of your nipples between her teeth.

You sucked in a breath. “Ali, please. Wanna touch you.”

She swiftly flipped you onto your stomach. “No ma’am. Not allowed.”

She then pulled your pants and underwear off in one go, leaving you completely exposed. Alice slid a finger towards your clit, circling it slowly. You whined and squirmed, so she ripped all contact away from you. You felt her cool breath at your ear and her disapproving tsk. “I thought you said you were going to be good for me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“You better.” She replied, swiftly inserting one finger into your vagina. You took a sharp breath through your nose, trying to keep still. She curled her finger into your g-spot at an incredible pace, causing you to take a mouthful of the bedsheets to keep yourself quiet. She was pleasantly surprised at how good you were being, so she added another finger, scissoring you open. It took absolutely everything in you to just stay still and quiet.

Once you felt stretched enough, she placed a kiss at the base of your spine and retracted all contact, flashing across the room to grab a bag. You were unable to see this, but her clothes were off in an instant, and she had fastened one of her many straps around her hips. She’d chosen your favorite attachment, a hot pink dildo that measured around 7.5 inches. She leaned down to whisper in your ear while allowing the toy to nestle into the cleft of your butt.

“You’re not even gonna remember Mike Newton’s name after this.”

With that comment, she slid the tip of the toy into your entrance, slowly pushing into you, stretching you all the way out. “You can make noise now, love.” She purred.

Immediately, a string of profanities left your mouth. “Holy fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good inside me.”

After a few moments, you felt her icy hips hit your butt, felt her lips sucking marks onto your shoulder blades. “Move please, baby.” You whined, trying not to struggle against her. She pulled out of you slowly, and entered you once more. Taking her time, Alice picked up a pace that made your toes curl, she hit your g-spot every single time.

“Jesus fuck, Ali, God you’re so good. Feels so good, so fucking good, babygirl.” You babbled on as she drilled you into the bed at an inhuman pace, hands tangled into your hair.

“You just needed a little reminder, didn’t you, doll? Just needed to remember who you belong to. Mike Newton could never fuck you this good.” She growled, nipping at your earlobe. You wanted to make a sarcastic remark, but your words couldn't get past the way Alice was making you feel. Your clit gained some friction as each thrust pushed your body into the mattress a little further.

“Alice I’m so fucking close babes, please don’t fucking stop.” You cried out, the inferno in your stomach threatening release.

“Come for me, love.”

With her words, you came hard, squirting all over the duvet, leaving it soaked. Alice pushed all the way into you and stilled for a moment, relishing. “You were so good for me, babygirl. So beautiful.” She praised, pulling out of you and flipping you over.

“Wanna taste you.” You whined. “Sit on my face.”

Alice smirked at you and quickly unfastened the strap before positioning her dripping pussy over your mouth, settling softly with a moan. She had remained untouched until now, so the contact was quite welcome. “Christ, babe. Your mouth feels so good.”

Your tongue explored her walls, licking every surface, nose bumping her clit every so often. She leaned back and placed her hands on your thighs, squeezing them softly to get a grip. You moved to her clit, lips wrapping around it and drawing it into your mouth, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lover. You fervently continued, fully putting your mouth to work.

“Please, gonna come.” She rasped out, just before coating your face with her slick. “Oh my God, (y/n), so incredible.” Alice moaned while you continued to suck on her, drawing out her orgasm. You gazed at her with doe eyes from between her legs before she got off of you, reaching for the key to unlock your cuffs. She rubbed your wrists to soothe them before nuzzling into your neck and tangling her legs into yours.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over the way you taste.” You said after a few moments of silence.

Alice giggled. “I can absolutely say the same for you. That was amazing.”

“Totally. I love you. Sorry Mike asked me to prom.”

She let out a belly laugh, pulling you on top of her. “No need to apologize. I’m sorry for overreacting, quite dumb of me to be honest.”

“It upsets you that we can’t express our emotions for each other as freely as Mike can express his emotions for me.” “I just wish people could understand our love, understand that our gender is totally irrelevant.” She sighed, stroking your hips as she spoke. “I just love you so much and I wish I was able to show it in public without fear of something happening to you. God forbid anyone got violent.” “I know, baby, it’s really scary sometimes.” You cupped her face, stroking her cheekbone with one hand, combing through her hair with the other.

“I don’t want to say it, but you know what I’m thinking.” Alice whispered, expression growing serious.

“I’ve been thinking about it recently as well, I think we have to do it. Sometime soon, I want to be with you forever. We’ll set a date.”

Alice gave you a lopsided grin. “Can’t wait to be sapphic vampire lovers until the end of time.”

You laughed, leaning down to kiss her. “Oh hell yeah.”

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Nightcap - Harry Styles one shot

a/n: hello again I'm back with another one shot and this time it's bouncer!h which I'm so excited for!! I wasn't going to post this yet, but seeing as I won't get the next chapter of my fwb series out tomorrow I thought I'd give you this :)) If you like it, please like and reblog and also message me if you want to talk about bouncer!h or any of my other fics, enjoy xx (also I had no idea what to call this fic so ended up with nightcap but i don’t think i like it)

Pairing: Bouncer!h + y/n

Warnings: Language, alcohol, smut, mutual pining

Word count: 6k

Summer was over and junior year was right around the corner. Starting it off with a bang, y/n and her friends decided to go to Mike’s after pre-gaming, ending up pretty tipsy before heading out. The line wasn’t too bad, but it was clear a lot of college kids coming back this weekend had the same idea as you had. It was still warm outside and y/n had her favorite leather skirt on (knowing she’d regret the decision when she’s sweating on the dancefloor) and an off the shoulder ruffled white top. Thankfully she went with a pair of comfortable but trendy sneakers knowing she would most likely end up walking home after dancing the night away.

The group found themselves at the front of the line after only five minutes and y/n flicked through her little purse hanging off her shoulder to find her ID. When she found it her eyes went straight to the bouncer standing in a pair of tight black jeans and a t-shirt with the bar’s logo to the right along with a flashlight in his hand so he would be able to see the ID’s easier. His face wasn’t clear to see from the way he was looking down at someone else’s ID, but she could tell his face was clean from any stubble. She didn’t know how old - or young - he was, but nevertheless she was attracted to him.

When the person in front of her got checked y/n was already raising her hand to hand him her ID. It didn’t seem as if he’d noticed her in the line as his brows raised slightly before he caught himself and showed her a tight-lipped smile. He quickly took a look at the ID in hand before handing it back and letting her pass him with another small smile. No words exchanged between the two except the handful of shy, awkward smiles. Y/n had heard him say ‘thank you’ or ‘next’ so she took it that he was a bit too shy to get words out in case he’d fuck up before he could actually do something - just like her.

Y/n hadn’t managed to get him off her mind for the remainder of the night, continuously sneaking looks behind her to see if he was walking past or standing in the doorway. More often than not she couldn’t get a glance of him before he walked outside again to handle the line of people wanting to get inside before they close just to grab a beer or a couple shots before going home to someone for an afterparty.

Harry had himself been darting his eyes to where she had been sitting most of the night whenever he went to the toilet or changed assignments with other bouncers to check on how it’s going inside. Before she could catch him in his staring - caring more about making sure her silhouette will stick to his mind than kicking out the overly drunk people - he turned around to hide behind a wall or go outside again. He didn’t have the confidence to know she was looking back or to do anything about it if she caught him, instead wanting to hide from it - her.

The night was over for y/n around two in the morning, wanting nothing more than to go home and heat up the leftover pizza from her dinner and jump in the shower to wash off the sweat she’d worked up to while dancing. What happened wasn’t much different from her wishes, except for what happened in the shower. She was unable to get the bouncer off her mind, replaying her thoughts of how good he looked when she first saw him at the front of the line along with the smile he gave her. It led to her bringing her favorite dildo with a suction cup in the shower, attaching it to the wall so she could pretend she was getting pounded from the back - by the bouncer.

A month later Mike’s was the regular spot for y/n and her friends on every Tuesday - since there were no classes on Wednesdays - and Saturday - the usual party night. Harry worked almost every time they were there and after the third time of checking y/n’s ID he now let her walk straight inside the bar - her friends still had to show their ID though. He always gave her a smile while showing her she could go inside by moving his arm towards the door - y/n always saying a small ‘thank you’ with her smile getting bigger for every time he led her inside.

She badly wanted to catch his attention and get a conversation started, though not having a clue what to even say, ‘Hi, would you wanna go home with me?’. It would not only be embarrassing for her if she got turned down, but she also wouldn’t be able to show her face at Mike’s again. Maybe it’s a good thing she hasn’t made contact, not knowing how he is. Yes, she’d love a fuck, but not from a fuckboy who gets around with a different girl every weekend.

Weeks later October was in full swing and y/n was getting frustrated with how she and the bouncer - who she now knows as Harry after finally getting the courage to ask him what his name was just last week after downing a good couple vodka redbulls - still hadn’t gotten anywhere. Not that she knows he wants the same as her at all, but with how they act towards each other - smiles that have escalated to smirks and grins over time, small hi’s and how are you’s when they walk past each other during the night.

The third Tuesday of the month y/n was at the bar like usual with her friends. She had gone to the bar to order another beer and Harry slowly walked over when he saw her standing alone, wanting to spike a conversation though unsure of what he’d actually say. In his mind she was out of his league - a gorgeous figure with hips even he was jealous of, a university student (he’d figured out when she accidentally showed him her uni ID instead of her license the second time she went there), a tight knit group of friends she seemed close with and the most alluring and seductive shiny blue eyes he’s ever seen.

She didn’t seem like the type to be interested in a twenty-five year old bouncer who still doesn’t quite know what to actually do with his degree and lives in his parents basement. It’s not like he’s never moved out, but after a year out of uni and still not happy with his choice in career, he decided it was best to move back home and get a job there while figuring his life out. After three years he still isn’t sure where his life is taking him, but he’s sure it could be a lot worse.

Y/n noticed him creeping up beside her in the corner of her eye and thought this might be the one chance she had to get to know him and had to let go of her own insecurities about him not actually being interested. He’s been avoiding her it seems like for the past two months, only opening up the tiniest bit since the first small smile she got that august night so she wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t want to get to know her, or fuck - which to be honest was most of what she was interested in.

“Hi stranger.” She was hoping for a smile back at least - maybe more if he felt courageous - but something in her told her she’d get more. Only a second later she got her answer.

“I guess we are strangers, with the exception that I know your birthday.” He saw the clear surprise on her face; was it from him replying in a full sentence or him remembering her birthday after only looking at her ID not even a handful of times? He wasn’t sure. Letting out a silent laugh before letting go of the shock of his sort of joke she took a sip of her beer as she pondered how she could respond with the hint that she wanted to get to know him a little bit at least.

“You want to grab a beer with me when your shift is over? We can play truth or truth.” She didn’t know how he’d react to her wanting to talk to him on what might seem a personal level. Hopefully he’d accept the offer and tell her he’d be back soon.

“Sure. If you want to meet here again in twenty I should be off the clock.” His smile was encouraging and it excited you that the first step was taken. If he only wanted their maybe coming relationship to be friendly then she’d deal, but there is no way she would be the one to turn him down.

Y/n nodded. They stared at each other intensely for a long time, their eyes locking and smiles couldn’t be fought off their faces as he started walking backwards until he finally broke contact and turned around going back to work. She was thrilled to have finally made contact, unsure of who to say took the first step really and eager to see him in a casual way when he’s not working, though they’re still at the place he works. Surely everyone knows him here and that made her sort of intimidated. They couldn’t run off or be completely alone because there would always be someone keeping their eye on him - other bouncers or bartenders.

Her friends had decided to call it a night only a couple minutes before she were to meet Harry again, so she found a stool at the bar and ordered two beers for them to indulge when he got back. The beers were sat in front of her only seconds before Harry made himself known with a soft hand to her shoulder. Turning around to get a look at who touched her, she was pleasantly surprised - Harry stood in his work clothes still and she didn’t quite know if she liked it or if she had hoped he’d wear something else. She was glad his arms were showing still, the tattoos a major part of what had her attracted to him in the first place.

From the moment Harry got a beer in him he seemed more relaxed and she even managed to get a boisterous laughter out of him once when she told him about a childhood story. Y/n found that his personality made her more attracted and interested in who this man was, hoping for a ‘yes’ when she asked if he’d like to come home with her.

She hadn’t had sex in a long time, knowing it would be useless when she wasn’t attracted to anyone. They wouldn’t make her cum and she would end up having to fake it. After a couple of times it got old and she figured making herself cum was fine until she found someone she liked. Harry was much like y/n in that aspect, though his last time wasn’t as long ago - more like a month compared to y/n’s eight. Neither spoke about it on the short walk home, their fingers connected as if they were a couple who had been on a date that went a little too far into the night. She told him her apartment might be a little messy as she hadn’t found a good outfit right away - to which Harry retaliates with a ‘you’ve looked amazing every time I’ve seen you at the bar’.

They hadn’t actually spent more than five minutes at the bar - enough to finish their beers - before heading out. It was clear they had the same intentions from when he said yes to coming home with her at three in the morning to when he connected their lips right as he heard the front door shut. Y/n couldn’t help but moan at the impact of her back hitting the door and his lips working hers with a fervor she’d never experienced before.

If the way his lips worked and his hands groped just the right places had anything to say for how he’d work in the bed, she wouldn’t have any complaints. Heavy breathing and moans from the both of them were loud before they got to her bed, laying her down beneath him and pulling her jeans down her legs while she pulled his shirt off him. They didn’t spend much time getting to know each other's bodies, but enough to figure out what the other liked and disliked. Harry found the spot between her neck and ear she mewled from when he kissed and y/n; the spot right beneath the laurels tattooed on his skin he shuddered from when she lightly grazed before reaching further down.

When he finally slid into her she arched her back and he closed his eyes trying to keep from busting already. It was quick and hasty and intense but they silently agreed that it was incredible and when they both came and it was over round two and three weren’t far between. There was no question of staying the night, y/n only lifting the sheets up and dragging him with her.

Y/n woke up to an empty bed - there was no Harry beside her or holding her like he had been when they fell asleep early in the morning. If this was a romance novel there might’ve been a note saying sorry for leaving her on ther fridge or something along those lines, but there was nothing. Almost like he wanted to forget it happened, but she couldn’t know what went through his mind at the time. It wasn’t like she could be angry or upset by him leaving without word either, not knowing him too well or having any relation to him except knowing him as a bouncer at her favorite bar.

Though what Harry did was a dick move, she didn’t want to tell anyone about their night (or morning), it was her memory to have alone. Part of it was because she knew they’d all see him again and there was no reason for her friends - or her - to be malicious towards him. From the small conversations she’s had with him and how shy he originally was, there is no way he had intentions to make her feel small. Or he put on a front for her to make her think he’s a good guy.

Y/n soon finds out there’s no reason to dwell on the subject, instead putting her head in a book to give herself away to a fantasy world where everything seems to be a little too perfect for her liking. Sure, she enjoys reading about a perfect world, but in the end she could never imagine it being her life. With her over-the-top parents and siblings that she barely speaks to; she’s glad she’s made it to university where she can care for herself only (and her friends, but mainly herself).

****

After two weeks away from Mike’s, y/n is back with her friends, ready to get so far gone she won’t remember how she got home. Yes, it’s been one of those weeks for her - absolutely awful with a breakdown over midterms at least once every day. Already having had a few beers at home, she was starting to feel it when they got to the line. She wasn’t trying to look for if Harry was standing at the front checking ID’s like she normally would do. Tonight was about letting loose and having fun with her friends - if Harry wanted to talk he could initiate it.

Harry wasn’t at the front of the line ready to let her through without seeing her ID, just like every other time, this time it was someone new who looked at every single ID for a little longer than necessary y/n thought. Finally getting inside the bar, they grabbed the closest table to the bar that wasn’t already occupied.

Our first round of drinks that consisted of cocktails, beers and shots for everyone was quickly over. Most of them downed the shot before our drink of choice wanting to get smashed as quickly as possible making the night end rather quickly (with some of the group getting kicked out most likely). The group weren’t known to get kicked out, but when they had the mindset of getting absolutely plastered it was definitely happening. Y/n hoped Harry wouldn’t see it if it ended up being her getting told to leave - if he was there that is.

Hours later the clock had barely hit midnight and y/n had taken one shot too much for her to be sane any longer. Her thoughts of leaving Harry alone and making him be the one to contact her if he wanted went out the window and she was on a mission to get him alone - mostly to ask if he’d wanna come home with her again because she was horny. In times where she was this horny there was no way she wouldn’t do anything about it, either finding a man to satisfy her (which seldom happened) or getting her toys out to make her come (which always worked).

She had seen Harry doing his round to check if anyone needed a talking to or get kicked out not too long ago and she hoped he was still walking the floor as it’s much harder to get him to herself if he’s checking ID’s. She pretended to walk towards the toilets but her eyes didn’t stop flickering about to see if Harry was in sight hoping to catch his curls above everyone dancing.

If she’s being honest, it wasn’t hard noticing him - hands in his pockets and brows furrowed in concentration to see if everyone is still doing alright - standing by the lower left corner, only a few meters from the toilets. She walked toward him with determination and it was easy doing so because he hadn’t noticed her yet and it was clear her liquid courage was helping some.

“So.. were you going to talk to me?” Harry only noticed her when she started talking, way too distracted by looking at the people on the dancefloor. It didn’t necessarily surprise him that she took initiative to talk to him and to be quite frank, he wasn’t sure he had the nerve to start up a conversation with her. Of course, he wanted to talk to her to explain why he left her the morning after they had sex, but after she didn’t show up at the club for two weeks he thought she was angry with him. Maybe she still is and he is not one for confrontation.

“I was going to, but then you didn’t show up here for a while so I thought you didn’t want to talk.” He forced his eyes to stay on hers while waiting for her to say something. It was nerve wracking, but if they were to continue bumping into each other at the club he didn’t want there to be any conflict between them - no matter how big or small it is.

“I’m not mad, just wanted to get everything out in the open I guess. I mean, I get that we were just hooking up, trust me I’m not looking to date you, but it’d be nice to have some mutual agreement even if it was a one time thing or if it happens again - which I won’t be opposed to if I’m honest.” The wicked smile on her lips told him she was thinking back to that night just over two weeks ago where their bodies touched and longed for the others. It was a good fuck, he admits as he, too, thought back to their night spent together in her bed.

“Okay. If you want to wait until I’m done at around two we can do a repeat of it?” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them, eyes widening at the forwardness he usually doesn’t have (especially not with pretty girls). Y/n only nods his way before leaving him alone to grab another drink with her friends. He had a hope that she wouldn’t drink too much so she would still be able to go through with their unspoken plans for the night.

Harry was holding y/n up by her thighs, fucking into her against the wall in her living room. She wasn’t holding back letting him know how much she liked what he was doing and it wouldn’t surprise her if the moans and high pitched sounds she was making could be heard outside her apartment. In the moment she didn’t exactly care about letting people know she was having the time of her life; getting fucked by someone she was attracted to and who was - in some insane way - better than her dildo. That much was clear after the first night they shared together and she could only hope he had the same thoughts about her.

They had left the bar hours ago heading straight to her apartment. Clothes were tugged off and strewn across the floor and their naked bodies worked perfectly together to please the other. It was as if they were made to please each other, Harry knowing exactly what to do to make her feel good and he wasn’t afraid of asking what she wanted or needed. Y/n was (in Harry’s eyes) an expert on giving blowjobs - sucking him off like she could read his mind thinking about everything he liked. Her tongue skillfully dragged downwards on his cock to suck his balls while her hand continued its motion up and down, her thumb circling on his head. He was in heaven and had to pull her off before he’d shoot his load in her mouth before he could get a taste of her.

Over the next two months they continued hooking up - usually after Harry ended his shifts at the bar and y/n was more than ready to get out. Her friends knew something was up between them after the third time not leaving when they left. The fact that she was eyeing him every time he passed them was a dead giveaway, too, as she isn’t normally one to give guys ‘the eye’. They hadn’t brought it up or told her they knew after Caleb caught them making out in one of the back corners. Though Harry was embarrassed to have been caught doing something he probably shouldn’t have been doing while at work, Caleb only laughed and whipped around to walk back to their group. Y/n had told him it was fine and they wouldn’t care, but he quite clearly noticed the whole group would stare at him when he was close over the next few weeks. It was uncomfortable for him, but he came to terms with it knowing what they were actually doing was private and between only the two of them.

They had gotten to know each others bodies - what they respond to and how to tell they’re about to cum - over the time they spent together. Though they never extended their time with each other, always keeping it to going home - mostly to y/n’s place except if Harry’s parents are gone - and fucking. If it’s only one round or the whole night depended on if they were doing things the next day, but there had only been a handful of times they kept to one round. One of them always managed to keep the other going for at least another round which then turns into hours of them enjoying each other.

Y/n was asleep when Harry called her; his shift at Mike’s was over and he wanted nothing more than to see y/n. He knew she wasn’t at the bar as he would’ve seen her either in line or inside, probably trying to sneak off somewhere secluded to make out during his break. It had become a regular thing for them to sneak off suddenly, her friends understanding she was with Harry if they couldn’t see her. Y/n felt as if there were magnets pulling them together, not able to withstand the urge to be with him. She never thought of it to be anything more than what it is - he is the best she’s had and she doesn’t want to let go of it any time soon.

Harry on the other hand was starting to think what if there is a reason behind them not being able to keep away from each other for more than a couple of days? Christmas break was just around the corner and he knew y/n would be gone for almost a month and he wanted to see her as much as time allowed them to before she left to go to the other side of the country. He knew time would pass slowly when he had two weeks off work and she was gone. Sure, spending time with his family and friends is nice and all, but to be quite frank he’d rather spend it in bed with y/n.

When y/n finally answered her phone Harry didn’t even give her time to say hello before asking if he could come over to which she of course said yes. He always wonders if his parents notice him not coming home from work until early morning or after breakfast. He’s sure they do because his car isn’t in the driveway and they’ve told him they hear when he opens and locks the door at night. Right now though, he couldn’t care less about his parents having questions, all he wanted was to bury himself in y/n making her moan out in ecstasy.

Y/n will be the first to admit that he did just that. He had her writhing beneath him, shaking from the multiple orgasms he gave her, screaming so loud the neighbors might be worried for her safety and the smile so wide on her lips didn’t fall once. She was happy to let him take her for the rest of the night into the morning, hopefully leaving giving a smack to her ass just like she enjoys in the bed. Harry knew this and whenever she wanted him to give it to her on her stomach he smacked her asscheeks till they turned red and his handprints were visible. It wasn’t unknown between the two that he reveled in it, too, saving the image for whenever he couldn’t have her and had to revert to his hand.

“I want you to cum on my ass, please.” Y/n was as carefree in bed as she was out, never scared to tell him what she needed or ask him to change it up. Harry on the other hand, was still holding back a bit, the introvert in him hesitant to do anything in case he would mess something up. Y/n could tell he was coming out of his shell more as time went on and they continued hooking up, sometimes taking the reins and telling her exactly what he wanted or needed to get off. She remembered one specific time she gave him a blowjob he voiced his needs and she grinned at him so wide until he came in her mouth - You’re going to keep your hands behind your back until I’m close and then you’re going to swallow my cum.

Harry didn’t hesitate to pull out and have her turn around to lay on her stomach, she bucked her hips up against his cock in anticipation for what he’d do. She knew he loved her ass, always grabbing onto it when they were making out, she was riding him, or when she was on her stomach for him. His hands found their way to her cheeks, grabbing one in each hand and spreading them to ease into her.

It was six-thirty in the morning and it didn’t surprise them that they had been fucking on and off for almost four hours as it happened most times they met. Maybe they should be worried they’re fucking too much and becoming addicted to each other, but honestly Harry thinks that ship has sailed a long time ago. He was addicted to her but there is no way he’d ever tell y/n.

****

A month later and Christmas break was coming to an end. Y/n had spent most of her time away thinking about Harry. It had been lonesome without him. She was used to seeing him a couple days a week at least and now they hadn’t spoken a word to each other over the break. Really, it wasn’t that weird, because they never texted or called about anything except if Harry’s working or if he could come over. It was quite clear they weren’t friends as they didn’t know anything except surface things about each other. Y/n thinks maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they did become friends..

Harry himself had tried his hardest to keep y/n out of his head, only ending up with a hard on whenever he thought of her too long and having to leave the party to take care of himself. It was almost embarrassing having a crush on someone who continuously made him feel like a boy in middle school by getting boners whenever he couldn’t keep her out of his mind. He would never tell anyone about what they had been doing for the last few months, too shy to even talk about his sex life with his friends, but if this is how it’s going to continue he needs to at least grow some balls and talk to y/n.

Sure, he wasn’t opposed to continuing hooking up with her without talking about his possible feelings, but in the long run he knew it’d only hurt him more than making him happy. Even just hanging out without doing anything sexual would please him, getting to know her on a friendly level. Staying the night and being able to pull her closer to him and place a kiss on her temple before falling asleep spooning after fucking her raw would make him feel better about it than what they’re doing now - sleeping on opposite sides of the bed pretending to not know the other is there.

He’s been thinking that he’s using y/n for what she seems so happy to give him, but it has to be like that for her as well, he thought. She has to know they’ve been using each other and there might be a chance it would lead to something more for at least one of them, if not both, but Harry doesn’t want to be miserable if she doesn’t reciprocate his thoughts or feelings. Deciding it’s not worth dwelling over without talking to her first, he gets in his car and drives over to her place knowing she had come home earlier that day.

He stood outside her apartment door for some minutes to collect himself and know that being honest with her is what’s best for the both of them even if it goes sideways. The fact he was about to see her - and possibly fuck her - again after a month of nothing was also nerve-wracking.

There was no better time than the present and y/n opened the door only seconds after Harry knocked. With a lovely smile on her face and glowing eyes, it looked like she had needed the time away to relax and get back into her groove before the new semester. He couldn’t help but smile back, thinking about how he doesn’t ever want her smile to fade.

It didn’t surprise him that when he got inside and closed the door behind him she pulled him in for a kiss, already clawing at his jacket to get it off. Of course, Harry wanted nothing more than to give in to her lips and soft hands and continue until all their clothes were off and he could see the naked body he’d been dreaming about, but he had to talk to her first. He pushed her hands off of him and moved to create the smallest bit of space, not wanting her to think something’s wrong.

“Sorry.. I just have something to get off my chest if that’s alright?” Harry’s heart was beating a million miles an hour and y/n’s wasn’t far from that either. Immediately she came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to hook up anymore and she wouldn’t have the chance to get to know him like she decided she wanted to while she was away. It’s obvious they couldn’t keep playing games for forever, but she liked what they had going on - though she imagines she wouldn’t hate it if they were more than acquaintances. Hanging out a little longer, getting to know each other - more than knowing their favorite positions at least - and cuddling before going to bed. It didn’t sound awful.

“I’ve missed you over the past month, y/n.” She looked up at him, not meeting his eyes as they were fleeting all over the place not knowing where to place them. He certainly wasn’t confident enough in himself to place his eyes on hers, though he saw her wanting them to meet so she could be sure he wasn’t speaking nonsense. “You know I’m not good at speaking up, but I couldn’t keep this to myself as it concerns you as well. It’s alright if you don’t want to grow our acquaintanceship, but please don’t string me along.”

There was clear vulnerability in his quavering voice and y/n found it admirable how Harry had the courage to talk to her about his feelings, unlike her who was planning on keeping her thoughts to herself, for the time being at least. Now though, there is nothing keeping her from letting him know how she couldn’t want anything more than to advance their relationship to something more to see how compatible they are. They barely know each other and it might be a miss, but they owe it to themselves to at least try.

As Harry still wasn’t looking at her, he couldn’t see the smile getting wider by time. Y/n brought her hand up to his chin to guide his head in her direction. Closing the space between them, she put her lips on his, placing a delicate kiss on his lips - quite unlike the kisses they normally share.

“I missed you too, Harry.” He enclosed his arms around her waist, bringing her as close to him as he could without squeezing her too hard. She heard him sigh into her neck, content with how the conversation went, she presumed.

For the rest of the evening, they laid in her bed talking and getting to know each other, in more ways than one. It was intimate - like nothing Harry had ever experienced before - and when night came there was no way they would separate. Though y/n still had a week left before college started up again, Harry had work and it was clear they wouldn’t be able to spend that much time together. Tonight was their only night together before it was time to get back to reality, which is why she decided to go home with Harry. She’d only been there a handful of times over the course of their months hooking up, mostly because he didn’t want his parents to get in his business. It didn’t really matter this time, only caring about spending time together.

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