#st fanfiction
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Of Books & Beasts
Prompt: virginity
Paring: best friend!steve harrington x f!reader
Genre: romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, one bed trope
Notes: wc 9.1k // my first kinktober story (one of five) // hope everyone enjoys it // it’s very soft // a little scary movie night sleep over // reader falls asleep next to steve and things get a little steamy // i wrote everything to have as much consent as possible // steve is a bit of a perv lol
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // slight somnophilia, dry humping, virginity loss, vaginal fingering // masturbation // smut // 'just the tip' is used once or twice // please let me know if there is anymore that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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The night was meant to be a simple one. After weeks of assignments, exams, quizzes, and extracurricular activities at college, all you wanted to do was relax. Well, you still had one more assignment left to do, but maybe you were able to kill two birds with one stone, right?
Luckily, this assignment was one that you could easily ask for help with from your friend. Someone who always stole movies for you to borrow on many weekends anyways. With your class being based on books which turned into film adaptations, it means a lot of time spent reading and watching. In truth, you felt bad for your classmates who had to rent out the tapes for extended periods just to finish analysis for assignments; all while you didn’t even need to bat an eyelash in Steve’s direction for him to hide movies in your backpack while his manager wasn’t looking.
With the theme of this particular assignment matching the season and going with horror films, a movie night was something that you craved. Thick sweaters, even thicker blankets, a bit of hot chocolate, and candy from the grocery store that had the orange and black packaging — they were all of the aspects to the marathon you proposed when you walked into Family Video on a Friday afternoon after you got off the bus. Despite all of your convincing tactics, your friend already had his answer long before you began to ask.
“Anything for you, dove. I’ll get everything on this list for us,” Steve smiled at you, after looking at the assignment rubric, as you stood on the other side of the cash register.
“Alright, maybe I should place a pizza order now so that we don’t starve during the Friday dinner rush tonight,” you said sweetly as you nervously thought about what to order.
“Don’t you worry about it, it’s on me. Let me treat you a little.”
“I’m the one who asked you to have a movie marathon with me, I should really be the one paying,” you insisted while you brought your hand closer to the telephone.
But, quickly, the man was able to grasp it lightly to stop you from moving towards the numbers. You could never admit just how much your skin tingled at the touch. “I’m serious. This shift finishes in twenty minutes, then I can drive us home and I’m all yours. Do whatever you want with me, dove. I can even help out with your stress relief later. Maybe I’ll bend —”
“Please don’t continue that sentence,” you cut him off easily. Steve always loved to tease you and any eavesdroppers who may be listening in and theorizing if you two were dating or not. The town is full of gossip fiends. “Any louder and people will start to believe you.”
The younger Harrington chuckled as he got out from behind the counter to stand fully in front of you. He adored to see the way you outwardly pretended you hated the fake moves he would pull. From him putting his arm around your shoulder whilst walking around town, whistling every other time he picked you up from the city bus stop, to intimidating every guy who looked in your direction for too long. However, both of you never knew the other wished for it all to be real.
“Fine, fine, I’ll be good and stop teasing you,” he chuckled lowly.
“Thank you,” you smiled to yourself before looking up at Steve with wide eyes. “So will you also be buying garlic knots tonight too?”
“Yes, as long as you promise to stay awake until the final movie, sleepy girl.”
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You, in fact, did not stay awake the whole movie night. It wasn’t Tim Curry’s fault either. Normally, it was tradition for you two to end off every evening like this with one musical or something more lighthearted to offset the mood. But the day just exhausted you from every angle, that once you finally got to relax and watch a movie for leisure — you relaxed a little too hard. Adding the components of the cold pizza and Steve putting a blanket on you while continuously keeping a grasp on your knee, you were bound to knock out before the movie ended. Later, it was Steve who woke you up with a whisper in your ear. The sound shocked you at first, and then when you opened your eyes to see the man kneeling in front of you, it did cause a slightly loud gasp to escape your lips. After some groaning on your end about not wanting to intrude, you finally gave in to the invitation Steve gave to let you sleep over tonight. The main contributing factor had to be the fact that the man had a really nice blanket and pillow set that felt like it came from a hotel.
However, as you both ended off the night in your room, it was Steve who began to groan — although, it was due to pure frustration.
“I don’t have any clean clothes,” your host said as he rummaged through his drawers.
“How about any sweater and some of those long johns your mother always buys you?” you giggled as you sat on the bed now, reading a book you recently checked out from the library.
“Or you could always sleep naked, I heard it’s really healthy for you. Plus, I would not mind at — ow,” Steve was on his little sarcastic joke before you threw an old pair of socks at his head.
“Maybe I should just head home, this feels like such a nuisance to you,” you smiled and whispered shyly.
Steve really was trying hard to find you something to sleep in. So much so that it caused some sweat to drop on his forehead. But, truly, the man was standing there trying to work up the courage to ask you to put on one of his old swim team sweaters and a cotton pair of shorts he knew would hug your body beautifully.
Yes, you have slept over before when you were younger. However, those were all planned out with you bringing something from home. Well, there was one emergency where you stayed the night due to a horrific snow storm; but, Mrs. Harrington was there to give you your Christmas present a few weeks early and allow you to sleep in some pyjamas which were covered in cute bunnies. This was the first time you would be here spontaneously alone with Steve — and god, did he feel like all of his prayers were answered. The amount of times he has imagined you laying on his bed, committing the most sinful acts, in various positions and scenarios, could be seen as absolutely perverted. So to have the opportunity to have you on his bed, wearing his clothes, covered in his blanket; it all seemed unfathomable to the man.
“Here,” Steve exclaimed quickly so that you would actually stay. “Maybe you would be alright with this sweatshirt and some shorts?”
“This is more than alright. Thank you, Steve,” You skipped off to the washroom to finally get ready for bed and let your friend change into his own pyjamas.
However, when you got the clothing on, it was so embarrassing to stare into the mirror. Everything fits fine — and on a normal day at home, you would probably wear something similar. But remembering the fact that you would be sleeping next to your best friend was so nerve wracking. It was just a lot shorter than what you would usually wear around him if you did wear a skirt or shorts. You just thanked the heavens that the blanket would be covering your legs so that you didn’t feel as exposed.
Not that you believed Steve would try anything; not that you didn’t want him to try anything either. But, you were scared of getting so cold and cuddling too close to him like you did last December during the winter storm. Waking up in Steve’s arms caused your heart to flutter so harshly that your heart rate didn’t go down for days. It made you think about how badly you wished you could wake up to his handsome face everyday. Most especially, it made you think about how nicely his leg felt right in between your thighs, and the way it massaged your —
No.
This was an innocent sleepover like the thousands that other best friends have had over the years. All you had to do was sleep next to him with a pillow between your bodies and hope you didn’t accidentally roll your way into his arms again. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the heartbreak of knowing that being entwined in each other’s arms would not last forever.
“Do you want the left or right side of the bed?” Steve called out from the other side of the door, startling you out of your thoughts.
“Anything is fine,” you replied whilst opening the door. Seeing that Steve was laying in the middle, ready to roll over to whichever side you preferred. The image of him with arms and legs spread out made you giggle.
“The left side is closer to the lamp if you’d like to read a bit before sleeping,” he said as he shifted over to the ride side of the bed and patted to your new spot.
“Are you a mind reader or something?” you chuckled between steps.
Steve put the book in the air as you tucked yourself into bed, a nice distance away from him. Once he saw you were comfortable, he placed the book gently in your lap and said: “no, but I could tell your little nap will probably have you staying awake for the next hour or so.”
“Oh, if the light is gonna bother you then I can turn it off and head to sleep too.”
The concern in your eyes was absolutely beautiful. As you started up at him with the lamp glowing behind you, you looked like a nymph in the night. And oh how Steve knew he would be the luckiest man alive to sleep next to you.
“Go ahead, dove. I can sleep through anything,” he whispered lowly whilst rubbing your thigh that was covered by the thick blanket. “What’s it about anyways?”
You took a deep breath to calm down before speaking. Steve’s touch caused you to feel warm, even more so when he squeezed your thigh every few moments. “Not too sure about the entire plot since I’m only on chapter two. But it’s about a prince and his beast companion. They’ve been best friends for a long time and are going on adventures. This was in the romance section so I’m guessing the best friends fall in love,” you rambled, getting quieter with the last few words.
What a dream.
“Is it dirty?” Steve teased as he sunk further underneath the blanket.
“No, I-I’ve never read a story like that before,” you said sternly.
“Oh, I believe you,” his voice got deeper and slower with each word, only indicating that he was bound to fall asleep any second. “Have fun reading.”
They were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep peacefully next to you. Luckily, that meant it was a lot easier to read the rest of the book until you felt your own eyes start closing and the words on the page started to become blurry.
It was a beautiful story, full of lore and love, a mix of historical fiction and mythology. After reading and watching stories based on the horror genre for a few weeks now, it was nice to have a little bit of a break and just read about love. Your heart started to feel warm and giddy as each page passed — even going as far as quietly giggling when you felt your cheeks feel warm as a result of the prince’s romantic actions throughout the book. You didn’t even notice that you were sinking further and further into the blanket because you were so engrossed in the imaginary world. It didn’t even matter that the angle made your back hurt a little.
Well, not really. Once you started to feel stiff, you moved into a straighter position. However, you were interrupted by a low and groggy voice.
“You want to get under here?” Steve asked you through half-lidded eyes and his arm moving to invite you to move even closer into his body.
Wordlessly, you accepted the offer and went right up to Steve’s body. The book was on his chest while your cheek was at his side. Everything felt so comfortable and domestic — a part of you wished this could last forever.
But right then, the storyline of the book went on a different path, to say the least.
You see, the prince got hurt whilst fighting off some evil spirits. He was bleeding everywhere and in so much pain. But the companion, a beautiful wolf-demon, was able to heal his wounds to the point where it wouldn’t be so life threatening. It was so simple, to use a little magic and bandages in hopes of survival, but the author was able to portray it wonderfully. To thank the woman, the prince moved his arms around her to hold her a warm embrace. It was so sweet, just like the position you were in now. However, it took a turn for the romantics. A little too romantic. An activity you definitely were not currently doing with Steve.
The man kissed her sweetly: from her shoulders, up to her neck, then finally landed on her plump lips. It was beautiful, so serene, accompanied by a drawing of the two in bed with locked lips and legs. Slowly, she started to rock against his leg, adoring the pressure against the place no one had touched before. As she gasped into each kiss, the prince smiled in tandem. Even moving his hips to help the lady feel more pleasure. You wondered how that felt, it was only a slight movement of the hips — there was no way it could feel that good.
But you were so wrong.
Just as you tried to move positions, Steve moved his leg upwards, moving his thigh right against your heat. It felt so good, to the point where you bit your lip to suppress the whimper that was about to escape your lips. The man next to you, tried to find a better position to sleep in too, moving his legs some more until it found solace as it intertwined with your own legs.
Fuck, it felt really good. You tried so hard not to move your hips in tandem so that you could amp up the pleasure. So instead, you continued to read, trying to focus on the writing techniques and nothing else. However, you only began noting the things the characters did with one another. How they whispered sweet nothings as they continued their game to see how long it would take the lady to climax. And you noticed the way you felt warm between your legs, a slight throbbing to seal the deal.
Maybe in another world you would wake up Steve and ask him to let you out of his embrace so that you could excuse yourself to the washroom and down. But not in this one. In this world, you were at peace in his arms. In this world, you really didn’t care about the throbbing ache between your legs because you were extremely sleepy. In this world, you would convince yourself that it would pass. In this world, the sound of both your hearts beating as one was enough of a lullaby to cause even the most stubborn of characters to sleep. Just as you did now, with the book still on Steve’s chest, and your bodies squeezing closer together.
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Steve was an extremely heavy sleeper when he was with you. Most of the time, you would be awake first during these little sleepovers and do something before he even pried his eyes open and then decided to keep them shut because of the sun seeping through the windows. It wouldn’t surprise Steve to see you reading at your desk or braiding friendship bracelets when you had that arts n’ crafts phase a couple years ago. This time, however, he was the one who awoke in the middle of the night to movement from beside him. Maybe it was due to some level of paranoia he has gained over the past few years regarding a life that he wishes you would never need to experience. It’s funny that you were reading books with monsters the world has nightmares about, while he was one of the people who was facing them. He wishes so badly to protect you from all of it. So when you started moving in your sleep, something you never do, Steve felt his body wake up in an instant.
His eyes were having trouble fully opening themselves as he could hear faint whimpering sounds coming from you and slight movements near his thigh. It was enough to turn his head to the left to see what was wrong. But nothing was wrong per se. If anything this was right out of a perverted fantasy he has had millions of times before.
As his eyes finally came into focus at what was in front of him, Steve could only smile and thank the heavens. You were laying in the same position you initially fell asleep in: book held in your hand, it being face down on Steve’s chest on a particular page, while your own face was on the side of his chest. But, the thing that surprised him the most was the grip your thighs had around his own. Slowly, your hips were thrusting back and forth against his leg, humping over and over. Whenever your body hit the perfect spot against your clit, you would mewl against his chest, sending a vibration through his body. Your hard nipples would poke Steve’s stomach once in a while too.
Good Lord, he was so distracted by the vision of you thrusting against his thigh, that he didn’t realize just how hard he had become. He only noticed it when your leg tensed up and moved towards his crotch, touching the underside and head in the process.
You were about to become the death of him tonight.
Curiously, he picked up the book you were reading to put it on the bedside table, when the words jumped out at him.
“And then the prince lifted the dress of the maiden beast. How scary she was to the eyes of the kingdom, but how beautiful she looked with swollen lips and lust-filled eyes. She was wet, so wet that it seeped through the layers of clothing.”
Just then, Steve looked down to notice how your wetness was doing the same thing. Your arousal had gone past your shorts and went onto the cotton bottoms he was wearing. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The man skipped a few paragraphs to see just exactly what the prince and his lady were up to. Words of biting, screaming, thrusting harshly against the wall, even scratches along one another’s backs. It was pornographic, it was beautiful, and Steve was shocked that your virgin eyes read through some of this before falling asleep.
If only he could recreate it with you. Seeing you moan and move to your lust-filled slumber was more than enough of a dream come true to the man. But this was wrong. So wrong. You both were best friends. He loved you, wished he could be more with you. But he believed that wasn’t worthy of you. You were the princess this whole town adored while he was just a former playboy many people seemed to dislike sometimes. There was a part of him that wanted to see how long it would take for you to come against his leg. However, his guilt took over quickly.
“Wake up, my dove. It’s getting hot in here.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. The mixture of blankets and his arousal made Steve sweat through his clothes easily.
“Hm? What?” You rolled more onto his chest, your weight atop his body nicely. It would have been the world’s most comfortable position, one that would start off most of his perverted fantasies about you; however, he had to stop himself from thrusting against your thigh that was now perfectly on top of his hardness. “Feels so nice, Stevie,” you murmured, still half-asleep.
“Fuck — you really like that, huh?” The man whispered as you looked up at him with glazed eyes. You were still not cognizant that what you were doing was not in a dream.
“I feel so warm down there, your leg is massaging me nicely,” you moaned whilst humping some more. “Kiss me, please.”
Every move you were doing, every word you were saying, every whimper that came out of your throat — the man has imagined it all before. You were all of his greatest fantasies come to life. He wished so badly to ravish you on the spot and satiate all of the pent-up pleasure your body needed to release. Your lips were swollen now from all of the biting you’ve been doing to quiet down your moans; but, good god, the man was going to memorize it all for the sake of his future sessions with his right hand.
Steve really needed to stop this, and fully wake you up as soon as possible. This wasn’t the normal you, you didn’t even realize exactly what you were doing. “Pretty girl, no matter how much I want to continue this, we can’t.” The words fell from his lips painfully.
“Why not? You don’t feel good?” You whimpered as you reached up and put your arms around Steve’s neck, stopping your hips’ movements all together.
“Feels so good, baby,” Steve moaned loudly this time as he thrusted against your leg like he imagined a million times before. It wasn't helping that you thought your face closer to his in order to hear his breathy moans easier. The man was so close to leaning forward and kissing your plump lips. “But, this isn’t a dream, and you’re not fully awake. I don’t want you to regret this—”
The man was going to ramble on and continue to comfort you into waking up fully. However, you got the message loud and clear. So much so, that your heart dropped and you gasped.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I’ll move over t-there — ah.” The moan coming out of your mouth was completely involuntary as you lifted your body up and intended on moving down and away from Steve’s figure.
“Did that feel good?” Steve teased, now that you were both fully cognizant of your sleeping status.
“I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry.” If only you could apologize a million times, because you would; your guilty conscience would make sure of it.
“You probably had some sweet dreams, huh?”
Just as you were separated from the man, you heard his words and looked over at his figure. Through the dim lighting of the lamp, you could see that he was holding up the novel you were reading before bed, and it was open to the very scene that inspired any of your hormone-induced movements tonight.
“Oh no,” you whispered. Looking down, there was a wet spot on Steve’s thigh where your heat was pressed against. He was admiring it as if he were memorizing just how it looks. And he was. “This is so embarrassing,” you though out loud
“It’s no big deal, dove. Guys have nudie magazines and a video here and there. I would never judge you for a little novel,” Steve chuckled as he sat up to the headboard to mirror your actions.
“I didn’t know it was going to be like that in the story,” you whispered.
“Did you like it?” Your friend was genuinely curious. Throughout your history as friends, you had never even asked him for advice about relationships — this erotic chapter of the novel must have been a shocking first exposure to it all.
You thought about the question for a few moments. Remembering the emotions and fire you felt in different parts of your body, you could really only tell him the truth. “Y-yeah, I suppose so.”
“Then don’t feel embarrassed or bad about it,” Steve nudged your shoulder sweetly to make you feel less embarrassed over the situation. “Never thought you were into reading it in front of other people though.”
“Don’t tease,” you pouted, putting your head under the blanket to hide from the embarrassment.
“I’ll stop, I promise. But, you did give me a wonderful way to wake up,” you could hear him smiling just by the sound of his voice.
Those words made you slowly peek your way out of the thick blanket to see Steve looming over you with a smirk that teased your soul. The lamp in the room made him glow, while the moon’s beams that were seeping through the blinds made him look like one of the many drawings of the prince in the book you were just reading. It took all the strength within you, not to squeeze your thighs together and satiate the throbbing between them.
“Let’s never talk about this again,” you whispered, the blanket still covering your mouth.
“If that’s what you would be comfortable with,” Steve chuckled as he laid back in his spot.
“Y-yes, I would be.”
After a moment of awkward silence, you both in regular sleeping positions, Steve wanted to break the ice a bit. “It is a well-written book. Maybe I could borrow it sometime.”
“You’re so annoying,” you giggled, grabbing a small pillow on the bed and lightly hitting his chest with it.
“Learn anything while reading? You could use me as a practice dummy.” The man laid on his side now, looking at you as he put on a seductive tone.
“You’re just a dummy, Steve,” you playfully scoffed with a giggle.
“That was the last one, promise. Sweet dreams, dove.”
In truth, Steve wanted you to sleep as quickly as possible so that he could make his way to the washroom and get rid of his hard problem. It was hurting now, even as he tried to think about anything else that would possibly subside his arousal. Your movements and moans will never be erased from his mind. Steve’s imagination was running wild with how you actually sounded as you were feeling pleasure.
No one has ever thanked a book more in the history of mankind.
“Is that what sex is like?” You whispered into the night, cutting off the man’s thoughts.
“What do you mean?” Steve replied as he turned to his side to look at you staring up to the ceiling.
“In the book, they talk about it like it happens so fast and hard,” you said the words with a concerned tone while turning your body towards his to face him.
“Well, it can be fast and hard if the couple wants it that way. But, taking it slow is nice too,” the man next to you chuckled sweetly.
You felt dumb asking the question. For years, you have known that Steve was a lot more experienced than you in the department of relations with the opposite sex. There have been countless times where Steve would tell you about any dates that he has gone on, or imply lewd acts he committed with his girlfriend of the week. And all you would do is nod out of pure curiosity. However, this was the first time you outright spoke about sex with him.
“Right, right, that makes sense. It must feel really nice,” you continued your thoughts.
“It does. Everything is so warm and wet. The noises too are something you’ll never forget. My hand and imagination does not do it justice sometimes.” Right then, Steve’s mind went through flashbacks of times he has laid in bed with the image of you stuck as his muse. He has imagined the way you would react and moan to things he would do with you. Would you bite your lip whilst looking down between your bodies? Would you whimper in the same way you do when you beg Steve to drive you somewhere and he just had a long day at work? Anything you would do would be erotic, and enough fire for him to reach the happiest of endings. However, by the end, he would pray for the day he could experience the real thing with you.
“I wonder what it will be like for me,” you giggled, bringing the blanket close to your face again.
“You got a good idea a few minutes ago,” Steve teased as he looked you up and down.
All you could do was hit his shoulder then hide your face into it as he leaned back onto the bed. “It did feel really, really nice, Steve. I’m so sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You liked it, didn’t you?” he said, trying to soothe your embarrassment of it all. As he squeezed his arm around you tighter to have you closer to his chest, Steve realized that your bare thighs had found their way around his again. You looked so beautiful cuddling next to him, tightening your legs slowly. “Then, maybe I can help. You didn’t get to finish, sweet girl.”
The deepness of Steve’s voice resonated through your entire body as you looked up at him with desperate eyes. His proposal sounded so good. You felt this constant throbbing between your legs that only increased ten-fold every time you and Steve accidentally breathed too close together. As you gripped his chest with your hands, and his thigh with your own — you really craved to continue the pleasure you were feeling moments before.
“I didn’t even know that I started,” you pouted.
“Oh, but finishing is one of the best parts,” he teased whilst moving his thigh upwards to massage your cunt slowly.
“Steve—” you moaned like music to his ears.
Your friend began to move his thigh up and down to stroke your pussy, hitting your clit from the right angle to make you bite your lip in between whimpers. He held your face sweetly, making sure that he could see how every movement affected you. Steve was sure that the image of your pupils getting darker would be engraved in his mind forever.
“My best friend needs help, and you know I would do anything for you,” he whispered, hovering his lips above yours.
“More, please.”
“So polite,” Steve teased, quickening his pace and moving one hand to your breasts. “Doing such a dirty thing and now you’re being so nice.”
“I feel so — I feel like I need more,” you said quietly as if it were a desperate plea.
Steve squeezed your right breast sweetly, pinching your hardened nipple through the thick sweater fabric. He noted how you thrusted yourself against his thigh and nearly fell onto his lips as you moaned.
“Is your body on fire? You feel nice, dove,” he smiled, kissing your cheek to tease you.
“So good. Kiss me, Steve, please.” You weren’t sure what took over your body in that moment, but you gripped onto his hair and leaned your lips towards his. Yet, he was the one who kissed you first. It was a kiss that made the angels sing above you, one that you both have been imagining for years and years. Hearing all of the stories of girls in school raving about his talents with his mouth and tongue — a part of you could never believe that he would be that amazing.
But, you were wrong, so wrong.
As he kissed you deeply, poking his tongue through to taste you more, you couldn’t help but whimper loudly into the kiss. Steve adored it, promising himself to try everything he could to hear every variation of your beautiful sounds. Just when he brought a hand down to your back, urging your hips to move forwards on his leg, you swear you were about to see stars. This is what all the magazines were talking about. This is what all the whispered conversations during girl talk were giggling about. This is what the novel you were just reading was writing about when it came to the pleasures of the flesh. You remembered what the lady did in the book, and decided to emulate her actions. Although you were slowing down your kisses, your hand found its way to Steve’s clothed hardness. It was nearly peeking out of the sweatpant elastic by now which made you gasp in surprise.
“God, what did you learn in that book?” Steve moaned as he felt your delicate hand on him.
“The characters in the story were really good friends too. She was always tempted to be the one who helped him out when he was really stressed out.” You smiled into the kiss, noticing how teasing him only made you wetter.
You hand gripped his hardness some more, focusing on the large head that could be felt through the fabric.
“Here I thought that was going to be my job tonight,” Steve’s voice was low now as he kissed you down your neck and moved the hand that was previously on your back, to your front. The shorts you were wearing rode up to tighten upon your cunt. The fabric squeezed your clit, and caused your arousal to get all over the place where your thighs met.
Steve pushed the fabric to the side, noticing how you didn’t wear panties to sleep, and started to lightly massage your clit. “Oh God,” you moaned into his mouth while arching your back.
The movement made Steve want to lay you down on your back to have easier access between your legs. Although you whimpered in slight disappointment when you didn’t feel the pressure of his thigh, that all went away when the man teased your wet entrance with his fingers before going up to your clit again.
“No panties, huh? You’re bound to be the death of me.”
“I normally don’t wear any to bed if I’m wearing shorts,” you whispered, moving yourself to feel his fingers more against your nub.
“Is it alright if I take these off?” He barely got the question out before you began to nod.
Looking at you in all your glory was absolutely mind blowing to Steve. He swears that he felt his cock twitch in excitement when he saw your arousal dripping on his sheets. The light from the lamp made you look like you were glowing, and the man was so tempted to taste what he has been craving for so long. But, he took it slow, circling your clit faster and faster as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. As every moan was swallowed by him, Steve began to thrust himself upon the side of your hip to satiate his arousal.
The moment he stopped kissing you for a moment, he wordlessly looked you in the eye, teasing your entrance now with his fingers. With a nod and smile through bitten lips, you gave him full permission to fill your hole that has been desperately throbbing around nothingness.
“Feels so good, Stevie. Keep doing that, please,” you groaned as he fingered you deeper and deeper.
“Are you close, dove? Are you gonna come? You’re so tight, can barely fit these two fingers,” Steve teased as he kissed your neck to make you moan louder.
“More — need more.” The grip you had on his hair became tighter as you pushed yourself down on his hand, nearly fucking yourself on his fingers. Feeling so stretched out was a brand new experience. You were never one to masturbate, even when everyone mentioned it was so much fun. Everything from seeing a hot guy at the mall, a rockstar who was shirtless on the cover of a magazine, or the angle of a showerhead accidentally focusing on a sweet spot — none of those experiences ever happened in your life. In truth, nothing ever made you curious enough to even try to see if other things would have a similar effect. But something about this night made you want to experience it all with Steve.
The man quickened his pace with his fingers, using one hand to thrust into you while the other massaged your clit sweetly. Your moans echoed through the room as you arch your back in ecstasy. The feeling of Steve’s lips on your throat made you want to thrust against his hand harder, but you were too overwhelmed to move your hips in tandem. Instead, you lifted up your shirt and started to squeeze your lonely nipples.
You aren’t sure what took over — all you knew was that everything felt so good.
“Fuck, you really do have the most perfect tits,” Steve whispered to himself when he got up from your neck. He felt your movements and thought something was wrong. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of your swollen nipples, eager for some sort of touch. When he saw your fingers squeeze your right nipple, he could not handle it anymore and dove down to suck on them, leaving marks on your smooth skin.
“Steve, everything you’re doing feels so good,” you moaned.
“Are you gonna come for me, baby? I know you can do it.”
And you did. Loudly. Just those words, working in tandem with his fingers and mouth, were more than enough to make you orgasm into oblivion. Steve had two fingers inside of you whilst his thumb was massaging your clit in small circles. You barely had the strength to tell him how good it felt since you were shaking below him in pleasure. All you could do was grasp Steve’s hair as he kissed one nipple of yours to the next. It was your very first orgasm, and you were welcoming it with open arms.
“So nice —” you whimpered incoherently.
Steve kissed you, swallowing in your moans of ecstasy. “I’m never gonna get tired of that sound,” he teased as he took out his fingers from inside of you and just massaged your clit as you got down from your high.
“So much better than reading a book,” you giggled as your body calmed down.
“Maybe we gotta find you crazier books then,” Steve smiled with you while kissing your soft lips.
The kiss became deeper as you embraced one another. Your friend found his way on top of you which felt so surreal. Throughout your friendship, you never believed that some of your naughty dreams that you pushed to the side, would ever come true. Steve was having the same thoughts; however, he never pushed those dreams to the side. More likely, he would take care of any hard problem that was in between his legs. But, kissing you only made him throb harder. Especially now that he knows what your pussy felt like on his fingertips,
“Again — I can take more,” you whispered between kisses.
“Needy girl, you really want to?” Steve asked, making sure this wasn’t a dream for him now.
“Mhm, yes, what if we slipped it in?” your hand moved down his body and to the waistband of his pants. Without even stretching the fabric, you looked up at him with sweet eyes. “Would it feel good too? Maybe just the tip?”
Fuck.
Steve needed to calm himself down. He was already on the verge of cumming in his pants, watching you orgasm on his sheets. Even now, as the remnants of your arousal covered his fingers, he wondered how it would feel against his hardness. But, Steve couldn’t do that to you now. Especially knowing the fact that it would be your first time. However, the lust that clouded your eyes as you pouted up at him, was convincing him slowly.
The conflict on Steve’s face was so apparent that you whispered: “oh, we don’t need to—”
“Fuck, I want to,” Steve kissed you sweetly. “Are you sure, baby? Sure that you can take it all?”
“Yes, yes, I promise you that I can,” you smiled up at him and then bit your lips out of a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
You kissed one another again, not being to stand the time your lips were apart from each other’s. As you did so, Steve brought his hands under your sweater to nearly rip it off of you — leaving you beautifully naked on his plaid sheets. His hands were calling to him, telling him that one day he needed to take a picture of you like this. But, there is going to be another time, surely. Right now, he wanted to satiate your body’s cravings. As you stared up at him and squeezed your thighs together, Steve was truly about to combust.
“It’s kinda cold,” you giggled as you stared down at your hardened nipples. Then, you sat up slightly to meet his lips again, but not without whispering close to his mouth. “Can I take off your clothes too?”
With those words, Steve helped you take off his tight shirt and sweatpants. You’ve been teasingly touching it throughout tonight’s escapades; however, seeing his hardness in all its glory, stunned you. It was a lot thicker and longer than you initially believed. In truth, there were countless moments where you had gotten a glimpse of his size. Like the times he invited you to his backyard to swim, and he always seemed to choose tighter swim shorts every week. Or the one time he forgot to bring a towel into the shower so you brought one to him, thinking that he was going to keep the shower curtain atop his body for some modesty; however, when you were on your way out the room, he let go of the plastic curtain a bit too early and you saw a definite outline from the side of your eyes. Every single time, no matter how crazy the situation may be, you felt warm all over your body. This time, however, seeing the way it hung and the precum leaking out of it, you were hypnotized to say the least.
“One sec, dove,” Steve whispered as he saw that you were about to touch it. You looked to see that he bent his body to reach his nightstand and take out a little clear bottle.
“What is that?” You asked innocently as you began to stroke him while he wasn’t looking.
“I-it’s — fuck — it’s lube. We could use a little if you wanted to,” Steve said seriously before bringing a hand to your arousal and massaging your clit sweetly. “Not sure if we will need much,” he teased.
Steve kissed you again, having you lay down on the bed fully. He thrusted his hardness against your pussy a few times, seeing how you reacted to the feeling. You adored it, mewling every time the head of his cock coincided with your clit. In truth, you both could have been doing this for the rest of the night until you two came; however, you were throbbing around nothing and you craved to feel more stretched out than with Steve’s fingers.
You broke away from the kiss, eyeing the bottle of lube curiously, before Steve grabbed it and put it in your hands to look at closer. There were times you saw a similar bottle in the drug store and noticed they were next to the condoms and pregnancy tests. You saw that there were big bold letters on the front: ‘for her pleasure,’ which confused you slightly. But, you decided to give it a try anyways — it must be something good, you guessed.
“Let's use a little, Steve.”
“Yeah, sure. You want me to put it on?” He asked sweetly as he outstretched his hand.
“N-no, I wanna try something,” you smiled up at him before putting a dollop of the gel in your right hand. “You’re so big, Stevie. You’re gonna stretch me out so good.”
Your words were hypnotizing the man above you as you circled your hand over his cock and stroked a few times. And to think that he believed that he was to be taking the lead tonight.
“F-fuck, dove. Your hands are so soft.” Steve’s moans were making you wetter by the second. You felt your heat throb harshly around nothing, before you moved your hips upwards a little and guided his cock into you.
Just the tip — you said the words before.
But, fuck, it felt so nice that you both needed so much more. Steve stayed still above you as he watched the way you move your hips to bounce on his cock from below. Inch by inch, you thrusted yourself upon his lube-covered hardness, causing moans to echo through the room as you got stretched out.
This was so much better than you both could have ever dreamed of.
“So hard,” you whispered as you got in the last inch and took all of Steve’s cock in.
“You’re taking me so well, dove. So fucking wet,” he said as he kissed you and let you get used to the large size.
“Feels nice.”
“Tell me if you don’t like it,” Steve whispered as he kissed your lips one last time before moving his mouth down your neck and finally thrusting his hips into you.
Everything seemed to amplify ten-fold. All of the pleasure, moans, tingling, stretching — it all felt so nice. It was if you two were the only people in the world, with the sky changing from a navy blue to a bright orange. Sweet nothings were whispered into the air as you both wanted to give each other the poetic justice you deserved.
Steve kissed you every time he heard your moans get louder and louder, wanting to taste your ecstasy. He moved back and forth from kissing your lips, to your neck, to your breasts. It all made you grip his hair tightly no matter where he was focusing on your body.
“Keep going please, Steve. Everything feels so full,” you screamed incoherently.
“God, you're throbbing around me. I don’t think I can take it.” The man above you was thrusting into you at an increasingly faster pace, missing the feeling of your warm pussy every time he was even an inch out of you.
“Steve, I wanna feel you cum,” you whispered before grabbing his hair to have him stop sucking on your nipples in order to look at you.
He adored how needy you were. “Dirty little mouth, Princess.”
“Need more — need you to go faster.”
“You know I've been dreaming about this moment time and time again. Who knew all it would take is a dirty novel, isn’t that right?” Steve teased as he reached town and pinched your clit playfully.
“You’ll never regret driving me to the bookstore from now on,” you giggled in between whimpers.
In truth, you didn’t notice the way you were moving yourself upwards to meet his thrusts. It made Steve bite his lip to stop himself from cumming inside of you prematurely. “Dove, you're taking me so well — fuck — better than I’ve ever imagined,” he moaned.
“What have you imagined? What were we doing?” you asked it so innocently, stroking his chest as he continued to thrust into you.
Where did you learn how to do that? — was what he really wanted to ask. Instead, his mind started to blurt out his fantasies.
“Sometimes I’d have you like this: fucked out and cock drunk in the middle of the night. Other times it would be me bending you over while you’re studying. Always wearing those tiny skirts with the slit.”
“For you, I wear it for you. I know the yellow skirt is your favourite, isn’t it?” You teased him now.
You always noticed the way he would ask you pick things up from the floor, mention that your shoes were untied while he was standing behind you, or the way he would always take off a piece of lint from the back of your skirt — even if you had just used a lint roller on it a few moments before. He loved the way the fabric would sway, and you loved the way he looked at you. It made you feel so warm even on the windiest and coldest of days.
One thing was for certain, it definitely felt like such a tease in comparison to how your heart and body felt right now.
“You little minx,” Steve moaned as he thrusted into you faster.
“Do you think I don’t imagine you ripping my skirt into a million pieces every time you stare at me?” the words fell from your lips breathily while Steve’s pace increased more and more. “You’re not so good at recognizing mirrors in front of you when you’re staring at the back of my tiny skirt, huh?”
“God, you like it when I’m being your perv, naughty girl,” Steve stated.
“Makes me feel nice. Just like this.”
Just then, Steve made sure that his thrusts and massages on your clit were working in tandem with the way your pussy was throbbing on his cock. He could tell with the way you were arching your back more and closing your eyes, that you were bound to orgasm soon. “You’re so beautiful, dove. So beautiful and taking me so well.”
“Oh my—” your voice sounded so sweet as you looked up at him with desperation in your eyes.
“That’s it, let it happen,” Steve grunted, making sure to stop himself from cumming so that he could time it with yours.
“Faster, please,” you nearly screamed now as everything was hitting you in all the perfect spots.
Steve took that as his sign to move faster: from his hands to his hips. He loved to see the way you were reaching your climax on his cock — an image he would never get out of his mind for the rest of his life. You were squeezing his hardness tighter and tighter, with your moans getting louder in tandem. And so, Steve angled his cock upwards to try and hit your sweetest spot inside of you.
And he did.
Good god, he did.
“That’s it, that’s my dove.” He chanted over and over as you were shaking beneath him, orgasming harder than you did previously.
“S-Steve, fuck.” You rarely swear, but to know that he was the one to cause this little word to fall from lips with such grace — it was the final straw for Steve.
He began to cum inside of you, your pussy milking him with each thrust. All of his arousal was filling you up to the point where it started to spill out and glisten all over your thighs. “So tight,” he whimpered above you.
For a few moments, you both came down from your highs. With a few thrusts and kisses, you allowed your bodies and heart rates to calm down as one. It was beautiful and so bewitching to experience it all. You weren’t so sure what it would be like now. Being friends for so long meant that you both knew so much about each other. However, now, you two seemed to see a lot of each other too. There was no turning back to what it was before. Not after everything felt so good in this way.
You both looked into each other’s eyes before kissing sweetly, enveloping each other in one last kiss before breaking apart under the morning sun’s rays.
“You are so beautiful,” Steve whispered as he moved to lay next to you.
“So are you,” you smiled while cuddling close to him.
“Are you alright?” He asked sweetly, kissing your forehead in the process.
“Yeah, I guess I feel a little sore,” you giggled as you moved your head upwards to feel your lips on his again.
Steve gasped into the kiss, breaking it apart to get some tissues from his nightstand. “Do you need a bath, some water, or food?” He asked whilst wiping the remnants of his climax away on your thighs.
“I’m fine, Steve, I promise.” You smiled as he looked at you with the biggest hazel gaze.
Truthfully, you looked like a goddess glowing next to him with the dawn reflecting on your skin. He wasn’t sure if there were enough words in any dictionary to describe your beauty. Maybe not even from the book you were reading before bed. “How about you sleep for a bit and then when you wake up, I’ll have all your favourite breakfast foods on the kitchen table?” The offer was so tempting coming from Steve’s lips.
“Hmm, what if I want to help you?” You giggled. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be separate from him for too long. The place in between your thighs was begging for his touch again. “There is a scene in that book where the prince and the lady were eating breakfast and then—”
You stopped speaking when you saw Steve reach behind him to find the novel on his nightstand, before flipping pages in the book to see what you were talking about. “Maybe you should read this story to me another day and I can help you every time you get really excited during a scene,” he winked.
“Another day?”
“Yes, for now, we could get started on writing the beginning of our newest story, dove. If you would like to, of course.” Steve whispered the words as he hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with each breath that tickled your skin.
“I’d really, really love that,” you smiled up at him, bringing your arms around his neck in the process.
If one thing was for certain after tonight: both of you found comfort and love in each other’s arms — and later on in a few different sections of the book store too.
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Made for Each Other | eddie munson
fandom | Stanger Things
character | Eddie Munson
reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation
word count | 1,804
keys | (Y/n) = Your name
summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room.
That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.
“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.
“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.
“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.
“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.
“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.
“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”
“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.
“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.
“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.
“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand.
“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.
“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.
You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.
As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.
It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.
You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.
Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy.
And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.
And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.
The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…
“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…
“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.
“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.
“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.
“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“
“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips.
“I-I wasn’t-“
“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.
“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.
“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.
“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.
Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.
“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.
“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.
“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.
“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.
“Why?” He asks breathlessly.
“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically
“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.
You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.
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Steve is NOT straight
Platonic Codependent Besties Steve x Robin (Steve is bi and Robin had no idea somehow, also a hint of Steddie 😉)
1K word one shot based on this text post by my buddy @steviesbicrisis because a lot of people liked it and wanted more of it lol (link to Ao3)
“Ha ha, very funny Harrington.” Robin said as she lay across her friend’s lap. Steve had asked her to paint his nails black, because he saw some rockstar do it and decided that he could too, even though, as Robin often pointed out, Steve was a pretty boy. I don’t HAVE to be a pretty boy. Steve would always respond. Steve…. Robin would say, ending the conversation.
“What’s funny about it?” Steve asked, confused. When he’d asked her to do this, he didn’t realize that the best method would be for her to lay on top of him, her stomach on his thighs, weighing him down. He was in the corner of the couch, his hand resting on the arm of it, and Robin insisted that she needed to be eye level with his fingers to do it properly. Three down, seven to go.
“You know, sometimes your humor is just kind of annoying.” Robin said, frowning. She loved Steve, but he drove her crazy sometimes.
“I’m not joking?” Steve responded. Robin finished the fourth nail on his left hand and shifted to face him.
“I just don’t appreciate you making all these jokes that you’re gay when you know I’m actually gay. It’s a little insensitive.” She turned back to his nails with a huff, focusing on his thumb so she could complete the first hand.
“Usually, yeah, I would agree, except once again, I’m not joking. Wait, did you seriously not know…?” Steve’s confusion turned to shock. She has to know. We spend every waking moment together. I tell her everything.
“Steve Harrington, you are not gay. Need I remind you of your blind love for Miss Nancy Whee-”
“I’m not gay, I’m bisexual. Where the hell have you been?” Steve asked, his shock now turned to anger. Robin sprang up from his lap, nearly dropping the bottle of nail polish in the process. “Careful, the carpet!”
“WHAT.” Robin exclaimed, taken completely by surprise. “No, no. We would have definitely talked about this before.”
“I thought we HAD talked about it.” He responded. “Like the time I drunkenly kissed Tommy at that party and then drank more to cover up the fact I liked it?”
“Oh my God.”
“And then last summer when I dated that guy Mark?”
“No shit, you were DATING him?” Robin asked, aghast.
“Uh, yeah. Are you being for real right now?” Steve asked. “I literally would tell you when we were going on dates.”
“I thought you were saying that because I was going on dates with Vicki! I thought you were being cute!”
“Robin, when have you ever thought I was cute?” Steve asked, wanting to run his hand through his hair and stopping himself once he remembered his nails were still wet.
“OH MY GOD!” Robin screamed, jumping up and pacing the floor. “Oh my god. You’re right. It’s been there this whole time.”
“Me swearing by using Farrah Fawcett hairspray and having a lesbian for a best friend didn’t tip you off?”
“Okay, okay, don’t be too hard on me. You didn’t know I was gay at first either.” Robin said, crossing her arms.
“How the hell was I supposed to know that?”
“Um, EVERYTHING about me??” Robin replied.
“Not the same. We weren’t that close yet.” Steve insisted.
“Bullshit, we’ve been buds from the very first scoop, Harrington.”
“Okay! Well, now you know I guess! Because for some reason I wasn’t CLEAR enough before?” Steve yelled incredulously. He’d moved from anger into being amused by the whole situation. “Jesus, does nobody know? Nancy? Dustin?”
“I don’t think so. Oh my god I have to call everybody.” Robin said, her mind going a thousand places at once.
“Slow down, Buckley.” Steve said, holding his right hand up. “Paint me first, out me later.” Robin couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, then resigned herself to lay across him the other way. She thought to herself in silence for a few moments, finishing two nails with ease.
“Bisexual. Holy shit.” She muttered.
“I gotta say, it’s pretty embarrassing that you never realized.”
“I’m sorry.” Robin said sheepishly. She painted another two nails. Just the pinky left.
“No, I mean, it’s embarrassing for YOU.” He clarified. Robin elbowed him in the stomach.
“Screw you.” She finished the last nail and put the top back on the bottle. “You’re all set. Wait like ten minutes and you’re golden.”
“Perfect. I have a metalhead I need to impress.” Steve smirked. Robin rolled off him so he could stand up, then blew on his nails to speed up the process.
“You’re kidding.” Robin said, the realization hitting her.
“Robin, we’ve been over this…” His hands flew to his hips, but he was careful of his nails. He didn’t need them to be perfect - chipped nails were hotter anyway, everyone knew that - but he didn’t want black paint on his new sweater. Robin looked him up and down.
“Fine, whatever. Pretty boy.” She smirked. He glared at her, then down at himself.
“Shit, you think I should change?”
“Aw, come on. Munson’s had heart eyes for you since you met.”
“Well, I’d hope so. We’ve been dating for a while now.”
“Shut up, no you haven’t. Am I an idiot? Is my gay card about to be revoked? How have I been so dense??” She ranted, theatrically. Steve laughed.
“Okay, that was a joke. I mean, we’ve made out a few times but we’re not official or anything.”
“OH MY GOD!” Robin yelled again, unable to control her excitement. “So EDDIE knows you’re bisexual?”
“Uh, yeah. He taught me the word and everything like a week after we met. Seriously, Robin, I think you might actually be blind.”
“Nancy will back me up on this.” Robin insisted.
“Whatever you say, babe. You go do that and I’ll go do some very non-straight things with Eddie.”
“Okay, then. Hey Harrington?” Steve paused at the doorway, turning back to look at Robin. “When you tell this story to people, could you…not? I mean, could you leave out the part where I didn’t know?” Steve rolls his eyes.
“No can do, Robin. It’s the only surprising part of the story, and it’s hilarious. See ya later!”
The door shut, leaving Robin alone in the empty room. She sat on the couch, replaying every conversation her and Steve ever had, going over every fact of him that she could recall.
Jesus. She really was dense, wasn’t she?
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if only to say you’re mine 💌 a byler valentine’s ficlet 💌 also on ao3 (renamed, repost from valentine’s day 2023)
"I think it's kinda cool how everyone's more eager to celebrate the little things now, after almost losing so much," Will ponders after Max voices criticism at the frivolous decorations around Hawkins High.
He notices a head of dark waves near Will's locker up ahead, turning to walk in the opposite direction, and pointedly chooses to ignore it. Will has never really been a skeptic—though he's never gotten to celebrate the day of Love, he likes seeing the people he cares about be giddy about it.
Like the year his mom had just started dating Bob when he was twelve, flowers were delivered to the front door during breakfast, and he saw her smile for the first time in a long time. And when Lucas asked Max to be his valentine when they were thirteen, and he got all the steps wrong—Max laughed at him, but Will noticed the flush on her cheekbones as she accepted his offer. Or when he watched Jonathan scramble to accomplish the perfect long-distance gesture for Nancy when Will was fourteen, which he thought was kind of dumb, but still.
Now, Will is sixteen, and the town he grew up in has finally found a new normal after years of war. It's February 14, 1988, and the hallway is covered with construction paper hearts and pink garlands.
"I mean, yeah, that's sweet. It's just like—who's going to come and clean this up by tomorrow? Does it not feel like a waste to you?" She poses, and Will shrugs.
"Are we talking about how Valentine's day is a waste of energy and money? Because I completely agree," Dustin interjects, joining them in their walk down the hall, and Will is thankful because he's not the best debate partner. He listens as they stop at Max's locker first and then Will's. By the time Will turns his lock combination, the two have moved on to a full-fledged conversation about economics.
"I do support innovation and creativity, but we can't ignore how consumerism is changing the moral fabric of society—" Dustin stops talking abruptly when Will's locker opens.
Will's gaze is trained on the floor as he feels the surface of his face catch fire. If he never looks up, he'll never have to find out if his friends’ heads are angled to the floor just like his. He wonders if he stares long enough, if he stays frozen, that Dustin and Max will just get the idea and continue their debate.
But his friends are Max and Dustin, who aren't normal about anything ever.
And Will knows they are all three looking at the same thing.
A homemade Valentine.
That just fell out of Will's locker.
A cute little handmade Valentine's card is on the ground in front of them, addressed to Will Byers.
"Will…" Dustin sings, drawing out his name, "What is this?"
Will finally snaps out of his frozen state, bending down at lightning speed to pick up the card before either of his nosy friends beat him to it.
"Weren't you just talking about how much you dislike Valentine's day? Why do you care?" Will tries, avoiding eye contact as he (carefully) shoves the card deep into his locker.
"Forget Valentine's day—are you seeing someone?" Max exclaims, "Or is this from a secret admirer?"
Will stutters, too flustered to even think about an answer. His utter mortification is only amplified when Lucas and El join the three of them.
"Did I just hear someone say, secret admirer?" El inquires.
"Why are the three of you being weird—Will, dude, are you okay? Your face is really red," Lucas speculates. Dustin ignores their questions, opting to glare at Will instead.
"Judging by the look on your face, you definitely know who this is from, and you don't want to tell us. What the hell, man!" Dustin concludes.
Max looks around, ducking her head and lowering her voice, and asks, "Wait, is it Jeff from biology? I knew I was right about him."
"No, Max, oh my god, bequietplease ," Will begs, face only growing more flushed, looking to El for help. Four of his best friends are looking at him, facial expressions a mix of sympathy, excitement, pride, and suspicion.
"Maybe it's something new, and Will wants to keep it to himself. We can respect that, right guys?" El urges the rest of the group, and Will is so thankful that his sister can pretty much read his mind. He takes a deep breath.
"Let's just act like no one saw that. Okay? Please?" Will pleads, teeth clenched together, and he's met with reluctant agreement.
"Just know we're happy for you, man. Whoever it is better know he's the luckiest guy ever," Lucas affirms before he receives a death glare from Max. "Other than me, of course," he winces. Will turns to get his book, and they'll probably be late for class, thanks to someone's poor decision-making skills.
"Who's the luckiest guy ever?" He hears a familiar voice say, the only voice missing from this delightful intervention. Will's heart flutters a little bit.
"Will has a valentine," El discloses, raising her eyebrows at Mike.
"Oh," Mike responds, sounding unphased, "Of course he does—it's Will," he acknowledges, and now that Will thinks about it, he feels kind of offended by how surprised the party was at the possibility of Will having an admirer. Mike seems to understand completely. But also, it's Mike.
Mike, who has been close to obsessed with Will ever since they repaired their friendship almost 2 summers ago. Mike, who is so nice to Will all the time that the party doesn't even bat an eye at his behavior anymore. It's so similar to how they acted when they were ten years old, Will thinks that Dustin and Lucas are just so glad to have another thing that feels normal again that they don't think twice about it.
"Anyway," Will groans, signaling that the conversation needs to be over now. "We have class." The rest of them disperse, and Will catches Mike's eye. He notices the rosiness that's formed on Mike's cheeks and the warmth in his expression as he holds Will's gaze for a beat longer. Then, Mike tilts his head, signaling for Will to walk with him to their next class.
…
Will laughs to himself later that day, considering how invested his friends appear to be in his love life while still managing to be entirely oblivious to something that's been right under their noses for almost a year now. He's holding the sweetly made Valentine's card in his hand, flipping it over to find a quick doodle of a ceiling fan in Mike's style, with the words:
I'm a huge fan of yours. Be my valentine, pretty boy?
Love, Mike
"What's so funny?" Mike asks from the driver's seat, looking over at Will as they make the trip to his house from school.
"You," Will teases, getting a hey, from Mike as he takes his hand off the gear shift and snakes his fingers between Will's. Will hums and then continues, "Just thinking about the party. Like, do you think they really have no idea about us?"
"I don't know," Mike wonders, bringing Will's hand up to his mouth to press a kiss on top. "I think everyone's just been caught up with their own shit that a lot has gone over their heads. Plus, we haven't really met the normal friendship standards since they've known us. Maybe they're scared to ask. Or they're just self-absorbed assholes."
"Mike," Will scolds with a giggle.
"I mean, it's fine with me. I like having you all to myself anyway," Mike sighs dramatically as he pulls the car into the driveway. "Except for when I wish everyone could know you're mine and be jealous, which is most of the time." He puts the car in park.
"You're silly," Will teases as he leans over the console to kiss Mike. Their lips move together easily—like they have each other memorized. Mike smiles against Will's mouth, both happy to have each other close after a long day of school—similar to most days, but especially on a day centered around love and romance.
"I love you," Mike says between pecks across Will's cheeks, nose, and forehead. The two trade more slow kisses and giggles until their position across the console becomes uncomfortable, and they realize no one's even home.
"I'm starting to think you actually want them to find out. I have something for you, too, but I didn't put it in your locker because of exactly what happened with this," Will says, holding up the card. “Risky behavior from you, sir.” Mike mumbles something that sounds like maybe I do, then comes around to open the passenger door.
The decision to keep their relationship private was mutual, but largely based around Mike’s worries about how his sexuality might impact his relationship with his family, which is more than understandable. Mike knows how he feels about Will, and that’s what matters the most—everything else, Will is perfectly fine being patient with.
"You never said whether you accept or decline," Mike recalls, eyebrows arched in a question.
"What?" Will asks dumbly, head foggy from all the kissing. He takes Mike's outstretched hand, pulling himself out of the car.
"Will you be my valentine?" Mike proposes again, eyes wide and awaiting a response.
"I'd want nothing more," Will replies, raising onto his toes to press a kiss to Mike's cheek. "And I love you too. Now let’s go inside so I can show you your card. I used watercolor," Will starts, bouncing on his heels in excitement.
Mike pulls him through the garage door and up to his room. It's so simple, loving and being loved by Mike. That's probably why the party hasn't noticed anything—not much has changed, really. The kissing is new, and the excessive hand-holding anytime they can get away with it, and saying that they love each other, yeah. But they've always given each other gifts, and had specified Will and Mike time that the other boys knew not to intrude on, back before things got complicated and they realized that wasn't the most normal thing for teenage boys to do.
For the most part, being with Mike feels like the most natural thing in the world, and Will finally understands how much it means to want to dedicate an entire day to celebrating that.
#ficlet#byler#will byers#mike wheeler#byler fanfiction#byler fic rec#st fanfiction#valentines day#shamelessly sharing here bc i just reread it and theyre so cute we all need some gushy secret rela byler in the tag rn
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You Don’t Deserve It
🧸 steve x billy x eddie x reader
🧸 minor’s dni or i’ll fuck your mom
🧸 sir/daddy kink, choking, name-calling, swearing, bratty reader, brat-tamer billy, disrespect, mean!dom!billy hargrove, mean!dom!eddie munson, soft!dom!steve harrington, i think this counts as angst but i’m not 100% sure? [not proofread or edited]
🧸 there’s more warnings than words at this point, jfc
🧸 @eddiebillysteve @thisishellfire @gods-favorite-asthmatic @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul @wzrlds @taecube @quickiesgirl @eddies-bat ask or dm if you wanna be added or removed 💋
“so, what’s for dinner today, mrs y/l/n?” eddie asks, smirking when he hears a strained whimper leave your lips as you tried to get his firm grip off your thigh, his cold rings digging into and pinching at your skin.
“i’m sure whatever it is, it’ll be delicious,” billy adds, sliding into the chair on the other side of you, to your right.
your stomach churned as he placed his left hand on your right thigh, his hand brushing against eddie’s beneath the table. you began to fiddle with the hem of steve’s sweater he’d pulled over your head earlier before he fucked your brains out in your bedroom.
“you’re unusually quiet today, baby,” your mom muses, taking the pizza out of the oven.
“j- just tired,” you said, dramatically falling back into the chair, resting your head on billy’s shoulder.
“that’s ‘cause stevie ruined our pretty girl earlier, right billy?”
you whip your head around to stare at eddie, wide eyed, not been able to believe he just said that. to your mother too. “we were trying to do y/n’s hair and makeup for her, and stevie… stevie nicks, yeah, we had a fleetwood mac vinyl on! she made poor y/n cry.”
you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. he grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him when your mom turned her back to the three of you. “big fucking mistake rolling your eyes at me, princess. i’d say start running now, because if you don’t…”
you didn’t even wait for him to finish his sentence before you jolted out of your seat and ran out the door, colliding into steve’s body. with no time to protest, you couldn’t move as he wrapped his arms around you.
“let me go, st— sir!” you correct yourself, knowing that if you addressed him incorrectly there would be serious consequences. “seriously. i- i gotta go.”
“what’s wrong, pretty girl?” he coos, tightening his grip on you so you can’t see the big smile on his face.
“i’ll explain later, just let me go!” you shout, pushing him away from you, tears running, eyes cool as you took off running… but you only got about ten steps away from your house.
“why didn’t you run?”
you wince as a hand clamps tight around your neck, the other snaking around your waist. “that is absolutely no way to act in front of your mother either. leaving when she’s about to bring you food. go apologize right now. what the fuck are you waiting for? go!”
“billy i didn’t do anything wrong—!”
he releases his grip from you before lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “i’ll smack your ass if you scream, and trust me, i’m really fucking dissapointed with you right now” disappointed, not even angry. that was worse. way worse when it came to your punishments.
“i think…” he starts, running a hand down your leg as he walked, sending a harsh slap to your ass when you started kicking your legs to get him to let go. “stop it. now.”
“‘m sorry, daddy”
“sorry won’t do anything, babydoll. as i was saying; i don’t think you deserve to come for the rest of the week, but stevie, eds and i will still have our fun with you”
tears stain your cheeks as he puts you down at the open front door, and where you’re standing you see eddie beginning to stand up from the kitchen table, excusing himself.
“i think munson’s on the same page as me. just gotta get harrington on board now, but that’ll be easy, doll. you, eddie and i have all agreed—”
“i didn't—“
“what did i tell you about interrupting me, y/n!” he shouts, forcefully turning you around, sending the harshest slap you’ve felt on your ass in a long time, causing you to scream
“and for screaming when i told you not to; that’s no orgasms for a month, brat.”
- sweet dreams, angels (and @myobmaya, yes you’re an angel but also… 🤪) 🤍💋
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson#billy hargrove#steve harrington#st smut#smut#angst#stranger things angst#stranger things smut#billy hargrove x female reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#eddie munson x fem!reader#fanfiction#st fanfiction#technically this is a ‘bee rambles’#back on my clown shit#steve harrington x you#eddie munson x you#billy hargrove x you
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Can't Start A Fire (Without A Spark)
A Steddie Modern AU written by me and read by @aliteralgarbageheap for the @steddiebang
Steve claimed not to be a snob about different dance forms, but with his ballet background, he had a hard time looking at stripping as anything other than a money grab. He didn't see the beauty. Until Kas.
Rated E. ~21,000 words. No Archive Warnings Apply. Featuring Steve/Eddie and Robin/Chrissy.
Posting will begin on December 3 found in print form on my AO3 and in audio form on alitergarbageheap's. If you'd like to be notified when the story begins, feel free to subscribe to me.
For now, here's a teaser from Chapter One.
Someone was talking near him on the side with his earbud.
Steve looked up, taking it out as he turned around. “What?”
He took in a rather attractive man standing before him. Steve was good at spotting a dancer’s body, but he couldn’t tell if it was a sign or a coincidence with a man like this. His long curly hair hung down around his shoulders, and he sported a getup that looked as much like a costume as normal clothing thanks to the number of patches on his vest and holes in his pants. Steve had worn a jacket that was not dissimilar when he’d been cast as Riff in West Side Story in college—more for his ability to dance the dream ballet than his singing voice.
“I said this is quite the place to dance around like that,” the man said, a teasing smile sliding onto his face. “Most people save it for the stage or a pole.”
Steve frowned and squared his shoulders. “Excuse me?”
The man snorted and gestured toward Steve’s simple filming setup. “I’m sure your followers love it, but the park’s not really the best place, is it?”
This was a new one for Steve. “Are you trying to tell me I was dancing like a stripper?”
The man raised a brow. “Are you trying to tell me you weren’t? I’m sure it does well with viewers, but you could make a lot more if you took that to a club.”
Normally when people were dismissive of dance, Steve responded to them in his professor voice. He calmly explained to them the nuance, the skill, the history, and everything else that made dance an important tradition. Maybe it was the setting. Maybe it was because of the man’s tone, but Steve didn’t do that today.
“Fuck you,” he snapped. “If you don’t know what modern ballet looks like, you can look it up for yourself and leave dancers alone. What I was doing was a far cry from stripping.”
The man took a step back, mouth falling open. “Something wrong with stripping?”
And okay, Steve wasn’t proud for getting even madder, but he didn’t take well to people being dismissive and then taking the moral high ground.
“Nothing wrong, except that I don’t appreciate you comparing my highly technical training and background to a kind of dance that people do for the money. They’re a far cry from one another. Learn the difference.”
The man’s face went flat, but there was an edge to his expression Steve couldn’t read. “Just the money, huh? So you think your fancy pants dancing that includes some of the exact same moves is so much better? That you can’t have artistry when your skintight clothes are made out of spandex instead of tulle?”
“What is your problem?” Steve demanded, grabbing his tripod and starting to disassemble it to get out of there.
The man licked his lips but otherwise looked ready for a fight. “I was trying to have a conversation. Was even going to invite you to go to auditions next week at the Pearly Delight. Maybe you’re too scared. Maybe you think it’s too unskilled. But oh, show up some night. I dance. You’ll see what you’re missing.”
With that, he whirled around, leaving Steve standing speechless with his phone in one hand and the tripod in the other.
What the hell had just happened?
#steddie#steddie fanfiction#steddie big bang#st fanfiction#steve harrington#eddie munson#modern au#steddie modern au#my writing
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Lessons in Honesty
steve harrington x reader
chapter 1
– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8
– synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.
– notes: it has been a long time since i have written fan fiction but here i am!! my dumbass loves a fake-dating plot and i couldn’t resist. i hope to update this pretty regularly, and i post here and under the same username on ao3. i think i’m going to continue to post this as a reader insert and then do an alternative version that’s with an oc (because i can and reader insert series mess with my brain) BUT here’s to hoping y’all enjoy it!!
read here or on ao3
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“Stop staring, dweeb.”
The voice cut through a fraction of your brain fog. Not enough to draw your attention away from your current pin-pointed focus, but certainly enough that some semblance of normal thought would have eventually trickled back in. You know, had it not been for the second later when an arm cut across your vision and someone flicked you on the forehead. Patience was never your sister’s virtue.
Still, it did shock you enough out of the stupid little reverie you had fallen into that had been going on for a good five minutes. It was probably better she busted the daydream before someone else caught you and thought you were someone’s lobotomy patient left without supervision.
“Christ, Robin!” You huffed, slapping away her hand as she gave you an indignant look. It was distraction enough that you managed to flick her right back on the forehead right after. Maturity was never your virtue.
“That was a lot harder than I did it,” she argued back, already trying to thwack you once again.
It quickly became a sitting wrestling match as you tried to capture each other’s arms, biting low insults at one another as it went along. You finally managed to yank Robin’s arm down and back to her side, head twisting fast to see if anyone was watching the scuffle. Thankfully not. There was already so much commotion between the football idiots trying to knock soda cans off one another’s heads by throwing a spiral. They probably weren’t even trying to hit the can anymore with how much harder they laughed when the ball slammed into someone’s face instead. I mean— It was kinda funny.
“I sat beside you, and you didn’t even notice me. Do you think that if you stare long enough, it will intimidate Eddie’s clothes into falling off his body?”
The instinctual hand that slapped over her mouth at that moment might have been loud enough to draw some attention if it wasn’t so perfectly timed with the loud smack that came from the football hitting someone in the face again. Divine intervention at its finest.
“You don’t have to say every thought that pops into your head,” you whispered harshly, eyes still nervously darting around just to double-check no one had heard. Your only solace was that you hadn’t decided to sit at a closer table to Eddie, who was far out of earshot halfway across the quad.
“Tell me about it,” offered a new voice from directly behind you. Shock and surprise rolled through your body as if electrocuted, eyes widening as a familiar figure sat opposite you at the picnic table. “The other day, she was complaining about how annoying it is that your mom tells embarrassing stories about you both to company, but then lets it slip in the same sentence that she wet the bed until she was nine.” Robin must have kicked Steve’s shin under the table because he let out an even more dramatic “Ow!” than you thought him capable of.
“What, did they realize they made a mistake in letting you graduate and rescind your diploma?” You asked him, probably a bit more snippy of a greeting than usual, given that you were still red-faced and deflated from Robin’s mental attack.
Robin gave a short snort at how Steve reared his head back an inch, his floppy hair moving with him like its own appendage. “Ignore them. They’re just mad Eddie Munson doesn’t know they exist.”
You always thought choking on water was something only people on television did when they were shocked. Turns out, It was very much an honest reaction and one you could do simply with your own spit. “I hope you trip over your own feet and the doctors have to wire your jaw shut,” you breathed out, covering your heating face with your hands as you tossed your head back, wishing you were anyway else. And by anywhere, you meant that in the truest sense there was. Let the footballers whisk you away and use your face as target practice instead.
“Munson? You like Eddie’ The Freak’ Munson?” Steve sputtered back. You were thankful that he didn’t just laugh in your face instead, like when Robin found out. You still felt the phantom feeling of her spit flying on your face when she did. Then again, maybe laughter wasn’t the worst reaction. When you removed your hands from your face and saw the genuine look of astonishment and confusion cross his features, brows furrowed, head slightly cocked to the side and studying you as if you were the freak, you began to wonder if you’d prefer the slice of a chuckle and not the hammer of a disappointed and alienating stare. “So you’ll joke about me never graduating— which I did, they can’t just take that back— but find that a desirable trait in Eddie? You do realize he was held back for two years.” As if his own words finally hit his ears, he screwed his face up like he smelled something bad. “Jesus, dude is like twenty years old.”
“I never said it was logical, okay?” you huffed back, folding your arms over your chest, then unfolding them, feeling too restless and itchy at the scrutinization your sister and her idiot friend were putting you through. “I know it’s not going to happen—known that since I was a freshman and joined the Hellfire Club. You can both let it go now.”
You’re a Junior now, and Eddie still treats you the same as if you were a wandering lost puppy he pitied and took in. You kind of were back as a freshman. No friends, not really anyone to talk to other than Robin, wandering around aimlessly in the hallways like the least scary ghost there was, given how many people tried to walk through you. You’d prefer outward avoidance to that. Still, things were different now. Maybe your only friends were members of the Hellfire Club, but at least you’d ranked up from lost puppy to social pariah but with a decent backbone. Eddie, however, clearly didn’t see it that way. His nickname of pipsqueak stuck and has followed you since. Sometimes, he shortens it to Pip, which would be fine if half the student population didn’t think that actually was your name. Some didn’t even believe you when you corrected them.
Robin raised her hands up in surrender, which was bullshit if you’ve ever seen it. “Whatever. Look, I’ve got band practice, so you have to walk home by yourself. Tell Mom to remember to leave the leftovers in the fridge this time, okay? I don’t want to accidentally eat a fly like last time because she left my plate out.” She said that with so much ease as she stood up and walked away, acting as if she hadn’t behaved like someone sprinkled rat poison on her tongue when it happened. It was pretty gross, to be fair. Just thinking about it made you mentally gag and reach for a toothbrush.
“I’ll be fine,” you called out, the same time Steve let out a disgusted mangled noise that sounded halfway between a dog trying to get a stuck piece of kibble out of its throat and a baby trying to say their first words. You stood up from the bench and swung your backpack over one shoulder.
Steve’s voice cut off your movement when you began to walk away. “Hey, let me drive you home. Your sister made me come all the way here to drop off her trumpet she left in my car. I’m already acting like a glorified errand boy today.”
You gave a short, breathy laugh, eyebrow raised. “Just today?” You asked teasingly. That got you an eye roll. “I’m good. Robin just acts like this town is more dangerous than it is. I assure you, a walk by myself will not kill me.” She’s had a tendency to hover lately. And by association, so did Steve, though you just assumed it’s because you were hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max lately, and he had that weird sort of older brother/fifth-wheel type relationship with them. You also assumed it had something to do with Nancy. A lot of what Steve did had to do with Nancy.
“Are all you Buckley’s this painfully stubborn? Just get in the damn car,” he fought back with as much patience as your sister had. Which, as stated earlier, is none at all.
“Steve, it’s fine.“ At this point, you were arguing back merely on some screwed-up principle. You might have gotten farther with it had Steve not stalked next to you and yanked your backpack from your shoulder, already walking off towards the parking lot with conceited expectations that you would fall in line and trail behind him.
You did. He had your bag.
At least you managed to snag one last glance at Eddie as you walked past.
“Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?” You muttered under your breath as you stopped at the familiar burgundy brown BMW that your sister had begun to use as her personal taxi. He tossed your bag into the back once he slipped into the driver’s seat, leaning over the center console to push open the passenger door you waited by.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have bad taste in men?” He supplied back, putting the key in the ignition when you slammed the door shut.
“Don’t start,” you said, staring at him heavily annoyed as he pulled out of the parking lot. “I’m not even as bad as you. Everyone sees the way you pine after Nancy.”
His head snapped so fast to look at you that you quickly smacked his arm to remind him to keep his eyes on the road. “Everyone does not— I don’t *pine* after Nancy, okay? I get it. She’s with Jonathan. We’re friends.”
“Friends who want to—”
“Don’t start.”
Alright. Fair.
Still, it was hard to believe the whole friend’s thing, not only because of the looks Steve gave Nancy, but the ones you saw her give him behind his back. Jonathan wasn’t here. He was in California. And whether or not Nancy just gave Steve lingering looks that were remnants of the past, there were moments you wondered if that was just it. Robin surely didn’t. She was pro-Steve and Nancy all the way. You were shocked she hadn’t already made embarrassing T-shirts about it.
“Don’t let Robin pollute your thoughts,” Steve broke the silence, a more quiet seriousness passing over his concentrated face. “She thinks there’s still something there, but there isn’t. Probably because all these dates I’ve been on lately have all gone to shit. I think Nancy even stares at me with pity about it too.” Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, he ran his other in a frustrated motion over his jaw. “It’s annoying. I wish everyone would get off my back about the whole thing.”
“Well, why not just tell them you’re seeing someone? Not like it has to be anyone in Hawkins. Dustin’s got that long-distance girlfriend of his.” It was easy enough to lie about that sort of thing, right?
Steve gave an unamused snort. “Yeah, like Robin will just let that one slide. She’ll see right through it.”
“Then just ask someone to pretend to be your girlfriend for a while. I’m sure plenty of people are lining up just to have a shot with the late, great Steve Harrington, even if it isn’t real,” you joked, though it was true. You’d never really talked to him before he became friends with Robin, but you remembered him from the hallways last year. Heard his name bounce around girl’s lips too often to ignore it.
“Thanks for that,” he muttered in return, hand gripping his steering wheel tightly as he went quiet once more. You shrugged, turning your attention to the window as you watched your neighbourhood come into view. Playgrounds, bright red fire hydrants, trees with tire swings hanging off thick branches. Yeah. Truly a terrifying small town if you ever saw one.
“But maybe you’re on to something.”
Of course, you were on to something. You may be hopeless sometimes, but you were actually pretty clever—
“Why don’t you date me?”
It was a good thing you weren’t the one driving. You would have crashed the car. He would have deserved it.
“You can just drop me off here,” you replied, reaching for the handle, thinking the best option in this scenario was to tuck and roll out of the car. Steve grabbed your wrist before you could. Damn.
“I don’t mean for real, smart ass. But think about it. It would solve my problem, and maybe even yours too.”
You turned back to look at him with a face that read, ‘maybe they should have taken away your diploma, after all.’ “And what problem do you see me facing?”
“Eddie. Eddie’s your problem. You want him to notice you, right? Jerk off’s never been my fan, and it probably annoys the shit out of him that I hang around Henderson and the other idiots. Add you to that equation, mixed in with a guy’s stupid need to have something they can’t have, and he’ll want to be dating you in no time.”
Huh.
“It’s surprising you were never a mathlete in school with logic like that.”
“Can you be serious for a second?” Steve pleaded back at you, turning into your driveway as he did. Even though you were home, you didn’t think getting out of this car was going to be any easier at that moment than it was any earlier.
“I am being serious!” You replied back, a small laugh escaping you at the absolute absurdity. You wouldn’t be shocked if this was just some elaborate prank set up by Robin to pay you back for ruining her favourite sweater a week ago. It was a bit overkill, but you had to appreciate the effort. “You’re the one not being serious. No one would even believe it anyway.”
Steve gave an oddly offended look. “And why wouldn’t anyone believe it? What, you’d never stoop so low?” Jesus, here he was, putting words in your mouth already.
“No,” you said bluntly. “I mean you would never stoop so low. What, the holy ex-basketball player dating his best friend’s little sibling who spends most of their days drawing alone or playing Dungeons and Dragons? Doesn’t exactly scream your type.”
He opened his mouth to argue back, judging by the narrowed look of his brows but decided to drop whatever it was. He deflated with a sigh into his seat, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I-“ he paused again. “That’s not true, alright? Can you just think about it?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek, studying him and trying to understand why he was being so pushy with it. You could see how his predicament was bothersome. You’ve been on the receiving end of Robin’s persistent nagging countless times. But there was probably more to it than that if you were to bet. If Steve was so willing to sell himself out to try and make Eddie jealous, chances are he was hoping that using you would do the same for Nancy. He could deny it all he wanted, but there was still a hang-up there.
“Fine.” You relented, Steve’s hand immediately dropping from his face as he sat up perfectly straight like an obedient child just being told they could have one treat. You held up your hand to tamper it down. “Fine, I’ll think about it. Don’t get your hopes up.”
Turning back around to grab your backpack, you opened your door and slipped out of the car. Steve leaned over the seat and reached for the handle. You thought he would shut it and just be done with it, but he surprised you by saying, “don’t take too long. You don’t have to play hard to get with me,” with an infuriating smirk.
And then he shut the door in your face.
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Foreigner's God
This fic was written for the @strangerthingswritersguild's Hozier Project where we each chose a song from Hozier's self-titled album and wrote a one-shot inspired by it. I chose Foreigner's God.
I also crossposted this fic on AO3 which you can read here.
Here are the tags (the fic will be under the cut):
Ship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Other Characters Mentioned
Additional Tags: Presumed Dead Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Kas!Eddie, Post-Season 4, The Five Stages of Grief, Angst with a Happy Ending, Struggles With Religion, Mentions of Atheism, Ambiguous/Open Ending
Warning: I want to clarify, since I was having some struggles finding the right tag, that there is a lot of discussion about Christianity (namely Steve's relationship with Christianity and faith as well as his own grievances with other Christians and things like "how God chooses who gets a miracle"). My family is Christian, so there's a little bit of my own self-projection with Steve's internal monologue, but this is in no way meant as "Christianity Bashing"
If any of that is something you wouldn't like to read, I suggest you don't continue. This has been your warning! :)
Denial.
Kneeling over the man’s prone form, Steve refuses to believe he is truly dead. They get back to the trailer quickly, so surely there’s still a chance that he could make it. Right?
The Upside Down rattles with earthquakes, but Dustin’s tears are still louder in comparison. The man’s not dead because that would mean he left Dustin to grieve. He wouldn’t do that, so he’s not dead.
Steve dips his head down until his cheek is suspended a thread above his lips, waiting to feel a soft brush of air to prove that he’s still breathing. He wraps his fingers around his wrist like a pathetic excuse for a hand-hold as he tries to find a pulse. He stays like that for much longer than he needs to in the hopes of feeling a puff of breath, a thump of a heartbeat under his skin.
It will come. It has to. Because he isn’t dead.
Nancy and Robin pull Steve and Dustin away from his body, even as their own bodies shake with sobs. The ground trembles as another earthquake runs rampant through the Upside Down, splitting the ground and spreading cracks through the dirt.
One by one, everyone leaves the Upside Down through the gate in the ceiling of his trailer. Without–
They leave him lying there. They leave him to rot.
Not that he can rot. Because he isn’t dead.
Anger.
Steve used to be a Christian. Back before the Upside Down. Back before he was pushed headfirst into actual hell.
He wasn’t exactly devout. He definitely didn’t follow the “no sex before marriage” rule or anything. But the faith aspect? The belief of a God that created them? An all-powerful, all-knowing, all-loving God? He believed that. He wanted to believe there was someone with the ability to protect them. To look after them.
Then he had to fight a six-foot, slimy, petal-headed monster to protect Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler. The same monster that made Will Byers go missing. The same monster that killed Barb in his pool. Where was God then?
God doesn’t exist. There is no possible way the God that is supposed to love them unconditionally and protect them would create something hell-bent on tearing apart every living being it came across.
Some people might assume the demogorgon, the Upside Down, all of it has to be the work of Satan. Steve knows better. Satan is only supposed to tempt you to sin. His goal is damnation, not death. That’s what he wants. Not vicious, violent creatures that kill innocent people for fun.
So, after Carver comes back from everything alive, surviving the earthquakes and rifts in the ground, and tries to spew bullshit about the kind of people God loves and the kind that he sends to hell, Steve knows he’s wrong. What ever happened to “love thy neighbor?”
While he isn’t a Christian anymore, he knows that Carver is simply twisting the words of the Bible to support his own malicious agenda, venting his grief over Chrissy by directing his rage onto a scapegoat. An easy target that didn’t deserve any of it.
It’s easy for Carver to blame him and call him a Satanist when the jock had a front-row seat to Max floating in the air, her limbs snapping like twigs. For a Christian with no experience with the Upside Down, blaming it on Satan seems like an easy out that requires minimal critical thinking.
But then Carver went from vague comments about sinners to using the Bible to turn Hawkins against him. Calling him a freak, a murderer, a Satanist. They deface his missing posters with devil horns and pentagrams, unable to let his name rest. After everything, they still won’t let him rest.
And Steve is angry. His heart is heavy with the weight, the hate, of Carver’s fucked up beliefs. Why does this jackass get to live when he is dead? Why does Carver get to run his name through the mud when he’s not even around to defend himself?
Carver is so scared of imaginary monsters that he can’t see the real ones that are haunting Hawkins.
He sacrificed himself for a town that hates him. A town that, even now, couldn’t appreciate what he’d done for them. Hawkins never deserved him. Not even the federal government could be bothered to clear his name. It’s much easier for them to hide the truth and paint him as the real villain rather than reveal him as the hero he really was. They’re the cowards. Not him.
Steve hates Hawkins. Steve hates the people who ruined the life of a boy whose biggest “crime” was dressing in edgy clothes, listening to loud music, and playing a nerdy board game. Steve hates the people that made him feel like a coward for trying to protect himself. Steve hates the people who taught him that he would only be redeemable when he was dead.
He hates God for letting it happen.
Steve wants to scream. He wants to kick and bite. Thrash and punch. He wants to shout from the rooftops about how the very man they scorn is the one who saved them all.
He wants to scream the name of a god he no longer believes in. He wants to curse a god that doesn’t exist. The purest expression of his grief, echoing through town.
Bargaining.
Steve would trade the ungrateful citizens of Hawkins if it meant he could have him back.
To the people of Hawkins, he’s just missing. With the lines of open gates, destruction on every corner, overcast sky, and endless ash floating in the air, some of them believe that whatever his agenda was, he had succeeded. They don’t know shit.
They pray to their god for a miracle. For someone to stop the murders. Stop “the devil” from wreaking havoc. As if their god actually had that power. Steve and his friends hadn’t laid down their lives for everyone to shout “miracle!” If they managed to defeat Vecna, Steve didn’t want God getting all the credit for it.
Miracles are bullshit anyway. Why should a god give miracles so sparsely? Why do some people get miracles and others don’t? God shouldn’t play favorites. How does he decide who deserves a miracle?
Why hadn’t a true hero fit that criteria?
What “lesson” does God teach when he lets innocent children die without stepping in? What “lesson” does he teach his believers when he lets them invoke his name like a waiver as they hurt an innocent boy?
Sometimes Steve thinks that it should have been him instead. It was his fourth year dealing with the Upside Down; his winning streak had run its course. It was about time anyway. It should have been him.
Steve can’t fathom trading anyone else for him. It would either be the shitheads of Hawkins or Steve. Maybe the assholes in Hawkins Lab who released the Upside Down on all of them in the first place. Maybe the fucking feds that used him as a scapegoat instead of owning up to their mistake.
Depression.
Alone in his house, Steve sits on his bed in his room and stares down at the piece of clothing in his lap. He isn’t crying, but it’s a near thing.
Dustin hasn’t called in days, torn up by grief. Mike refuses to look at him, using him as an easy target to place his blame. Lucas is too busy sitting at Max’s bedside to be betrayed by Steve’s failure. Sometimes Erica comes over to sit on the couch with him and show him her dice or talk about My Little Pony, but they never talk about him.
Robin knows something is wrong, of course. They know each other so intrinsically that they don't have to speak to share their thoughts and feelings.
The thing is… Steve doesn’t want to talk about it. If he tried to open up, he’d have to find a way to pry the man’s name from his throat. Robin supports him like always, but he can tell that she’s starting to worry even more than usual.
He wants to cry. He wants to sit there and let himself cry, but he can’t. His eyes are deceptively dry, giving off the impression that he isn’t grieving even when he feels it every day.
Does he even have the right to grieve? Steve barely knew the guy! They’d only spent a week together and he had the audacity to grieve at the same level as someone like Dustin? Steve was being irrational.
Robin and Nancy could have handled Vecna, no problem. Steve never should have assumed being the distraction would be easy. That the distraction team would just hop back through the gate as soon as they played their part. Not when he knew how vicious and determined those bats could be.
The denim vest feels like it’s burning a hole through Steve’s legs. It’s selfish for him to keep it. Surely Wayne needs it more.
But the two of them had sort of become friends, hadn’t they? They had joked together. They bonded over Dustin’s overconfident attitude. They…
Well, let’s just say Steve had to go through a bit of a bi-crisis in the midst of his mourning.
If Steve could only talk to Robin about this mass of grief, guilt, and what-ifs in his chest—if he could finally say his name—maybe he could finally break down into pieces. Maybe his numb exterior could finally reflect his shattered heart.
Acceptance.
He’s dead. He’s dead, and he’s never coming back.
He was an ever-present pressure in Steve’s life for one short week before he vanished forever. And Steve can accept that.
They won’t have another opportunity to tease Dustin together. They won’t sit pressed on a couch together, their thighs brushing. He won’t lean too close into Steve’s space and bump their shoulders together. They won’t get the chance to say the things they left unsaid.
And now Steve will never know.
But he can accept that. He can because he has to. Because they held his funeral.
You don’t hold funerals for people who aren’t dead. So Steve just has to accept it. The sooner he can, the sooner he can move on.
…
Revival?
Something is in his house.
That’s the first thing Steve registers when he steps up to the front door. The wood by the handle is scratched up with claw marks, and the metal lock is on the ground, pulled out of the door and rendering Steve’s house key obsolete.
Instead of entering the threshold unprotected, Steve scrambles back to his car to grab the nail bat from his trunk. He considers getting his walkie out to ask for help but decides to scope out the situation first. Cautiously, he makes his way through the entryway leaving the door open behind him in case he needs to make a hasty escape.
He expects the house to be destroyed; valuables taken, glass shattered, and dirt smeared all over the linoleum tiles. There’s definitely mud tracked into the house, but the shape of the footprints is like nothing Steve has ever seen. From a distance, they might look like regular feet, but upon closer inspection, Steve notices that the toes seem elongated, the length of the feet bigger than any normal human’s.
Tentatively, Steve follows the footsteps with his bat tightly gripped in his fist. They lead up the stairs to Steve’s bedroom where the door is hanging slightly ajar.
Something is in Steve’s room.
It has long, leathery wings; ragged and tangled hair; sharp, pointed claws; and a thrashing, demonic tail. It moves around the room with shameless wonder, trilling to itself as it sniffs at the comforter on Steve’s bed, the clothes in his closet, and the denim vest on his desk.
The creature stops at the desk, pausing to smell the vest thoroughly, unconsciously giving Steve a view of its side profile. Strange… The monster bears a striking resemblance to–
“Eddie?” Steve breathed, his grip on his bat loosening as his eyes finally blurred with unshed tears. “Is that you?”
The monster whips around to face Steve, its lips pulled up into a snarl as its dark, human-like eyes stare sharp and steady, directly into the emptiest parts of his heart. Without a warning, the creature crowds into Steve’s space and starts sniffing him within an inch of his life. It runs its strangely human-like nose along the crook of Steve’s bared neck while its clawed hands hold Steve’s arms by his sides firmly.
Steve drops the bat, frozen in place. Now that it’s so close, Steve can see the similarities to Eddie in the monster’s face. Those same expressive Bambi eyes. The strong line of his nose. Those same plush-looking lips pulled back to reveal monstrous fangs. Even with the changes, there’s no doubt in Steve’s mind that the creature before him is Eddie.
Then, when Eddie has apparently finished sniffing, he snuffles in Steve’s face, satisfied, and picks him up like he’s made of feathers. With seemingly minimal effort, he places Steve in the center of his bed and fluffs the blankets up around him, swiping his frighteningly long, black tongue up Steve’s cheek in a sopping wet lick.
Steve blushes, unsure how he should be reacting. “Eddie?” he murmurs softly once more, hoping to draw Eddie’s attention to the words leaving his lips.
Eddie chirps, climbing into the bed to join Steve and curling up at his knees. His wings flap, sending a burst of air across Steve’s face before they settle, and he faces Steve with his eyes relaxed and expression open.
With a nervous smile, still not sure what to do with his hands, Steve says, “Do you… recognize me?”
Another chirp and Eddie presses his forehead into Steve’s outstretched palms.
“Okay,” Steve breathes, letting out a brief sigh of relief. “Can you speak?”
Eddie whimpers, hanging his head low. The sound is broken, raspy as though his vocal cords are struggling to produce the deep sound. Steve feels like he’s losing him all over again.
Mustering all the tender charm he can manage, Steve slowly reaches out to loosely hold one of Eddie’s hands. Eddie picks up his head to watch him, making no move to stop the motion, the only indication of his interest being the little flick of the end of his tail back and forth.
As gently as he can, Steve rubs his thumb against the inside of Eddie’s wrist and softly presses a kiss to his palm. “I’m glad you found me,” he murmurs, hoping that Eddie will understand the sentiment. “I’m glad you’re back.”
There’s no mutual language between the two of them for Steve to express it, and he knows he would only break if he tried to verbally convey it, but his entire being feels like it’s lit up with the broken love he holds in his cracked and shattered heart. Even if he said the words out loud, Eddie wouldn’t be able to respond in kind.
Just like everyone else, leaving Steve wanting for something no one can give him.
Steve lays back in his bed to stare up at the ceiling. All his grief is no longer warranted now that Eddie’s back, but despite that, he still feels as though he’s lost something truly important.
His cheeks are still damp from the brief tears he shed at Eddie’s return, but when he goes to wipe them away, Eddie beats him to it. He raises himself up until he’s propped up on top of Steve and leans down to lick the tears away. It’s a little gross, but Steve appreciates it anyway.
With that task complete, Eddie flops down until his entire body weight is pressing down on Steve, laying on top of him like it’s a normal thing for friends to do. He nuzzles at the crook of Steve's neck and chuffs.
Steve chuckles nervously, a deep flush rising to his cheeks. “You alright there, Eds?” he manages to squeak out.
Instead of moving his head to look up at Steve, Eddie presses his face harder into Steve’s neck as a rumbling sound vibrates from the base of his throat. It sounds strangely like a purr.
Then, to Steve's immense surprise, Eddie raises his head and looks Steve straight in the eye. His eyebrows furrow in intense concentration as he opens his mouth. At first, only a low growl comes out before it slowly morphs as Eddie’s lips form around the word “…S-Steevie.”
Steve blushes a pretty pink. “Yeah. That’s me.”
Eddie snorts, though it reminds Steve more of a dragon huffing smoke from its nose than a laugh. He presses their foreheads together gently and Steve goes still beneath him. “Missed you,” Eddie grits out as though those two words took all of his effort. Then his face splits into a wide grin and he leans down to lick at the tip of Steve’s nose, reminiscent of an excitable puppy.
Heat blooms in Steve’s chest, and he struggles to hold back the warmth that wants to pour out of him from his fingertips. So, instead, he reaches his hand up to brush Eddie’s hair back from his forehead and smiles. “I missed you too,” he murmurs in response, trying to put all of his love into those four words.
Eventually, they’ll work on re-introducing Eddie to everyone else and giving him some speech therapy to help with his vocal cords, but for now, Steve is content to just lay there. He has no reason to grieve anymore. Not when he has Eddie back.
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“Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.”
— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver; “Thirst”
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Nancy wakes up in such deep pain that at first, she thinks she’s injured. It’s only as she assesses her surroundings—high school bed, Tom Cruise poster on the wall, deep cracks running down her ribcage in a spiral around her heart—that she knows when she is.
It’s a feeling so specific that it can only belong to one era of her life: fall of 1984. The feeling that had started with Barbs death has fractured by now, splintered into millions of tiny bits of shrapnel, spiderwebbed its way throughout her life.
Even her fingernails ache.
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I like to call myself a writer so here's what I've written:
MAZE RUNNER
complete works
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The Runner and the Lover | Newtmas | 4366 words | [explicit]
You & I (Ever & After) | Newtmas | 22595 words | [teen and up audiences]
Lovers, Actually | Newtmas | 8581 words | [general audiences]
I Don't Want to Watch the World End With Someone Else | Newtmas | 7742 words | [mature]
Don't Lie to Me | Newtmas | 2613 words | [explicit]
Carry On | Newtmas | 2926 words | [teen and up audiences]
His Sister's Keeper | Newtmas | 4427 words | [mature]
The Reflection of Newton Gray | Newtmas | 3390 words | [mature]
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Missing | Newtmas | 1782 words | [teen and up audiences]
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If this is Love, I don't want it | Newtmas | 1275 words | [teen and up audiences]
Closer | Newtmas | 4574 words | [mature]
Nobody | Newtmas | 4824 words | [not rated]
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I Care About You Too | Newtmas | 2,181 words | [teen and up audiences]
I Don't Want To Forget | Frypan & Brenda | 1,547 words | [general audiences]
Of Stolen Nights And Erased Names | Newtmas | 2,666 words | [general audiences]
ongoing works
Every Heart a Maze | Newtmas | 47.855 words | [mature]
The Midnight Maze | Newtmas | 15.804 words | [mature]
A Newt Hope | Newtmas | 9,788 words | [mature]
I Kissed A Girl (And I Liked It) | Sonya/Harriet | 4,727 words | [teen and up audiences]
STRANGER THINGS
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Please, Stevie. Please | Steddie | 3979 words | [mature]
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HAPPYHEAD
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Maybe, Just Maybe
prompt: exhibitionism
pairing: neighbour!steve x f!reader x neighour!eddie munson
genre: romance, smut, autumn vibes
notes: wc 12k // this is literally a halloween story oops // lets pretend that i posted this when it was NOT November lmao // steddie smut lol // eddie and steve are roommates // reader is their new neighbour
warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, NSFW // exhibitionism, balcony sex, eating out, blow jobs, doggy style, sex, cozy sex lol, vaginal fingering // threesome // mfm // smut // please let me know if there are any more that need to be added!
ao3 // kinktober masterlist // full masterlist // lazy ghoul’s kinktober prompts
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Maybe moving into a new apartment during the month of October seems like a good idea to a normal person. It’s right after the busy summer months that are filled with vacations and plans with friends. But, also just before the holiday season with back-to-back family parties that can become borderline awkward.
Well, looking at it now, maybe it wasn’t the best idea.
Maybe you shouldn’t have put the idea in your head that you wanted to update your decorations every season. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent three paychecks on cute pumpkins and fake cauldrons. Maybe you should have asked your parents to leave the ladder they brought when they helped you move in. Maybe you should have just grinned and bared it when you weren’t able to reach the ceiling of your balcony, and you couldn’t hang up the cute lights you bought.
In a world full of maybes, full of possibilities that were drowning in regret towards what could have been; you didn’t regret a thing once you looked upwards to see your extremely handsome neighbour helping you hang up the lights. He saw you about an hour earlier, standing on a chair and some books attempting to install a bunch of string lights that looked like candles. But with one moment of imbalance, causing you to drop the broom which was supposed to help you push the tape onto the ceiling — your neighbour ran out of his own apartment to see what all the noise was about. Especially since he heard a high-pitched scream coming from your lips.
“What’s going on—” he ran out to his own balcony to see you in a state of shock, looking down at the ground below.
“Sorry, I overreacted. My broomstick fell,” you said sweetly with a pout. Truthfully, you could already hear your parents’ scolding as you imagined the moment you would attempt to tell this moment as a funny story during Thanksgiving dinner in a few weeks.
“Were you practicing your flying before Halloween?” he smiled as he saw the definite shape of a purple broom on top of a bush.
“No, Steve, I was just trying to put up my decor,” you tried to hide your embarrassment with a bit of giggling. “Maybe I should’ve asked my parents to leave their ladder the other week.”
The man looked over at the red curtains, fake spider webs on the window, and gigantic box of fake candles — he smiled at the way you seemed so excited to decorate for the upcoming holiday. Steve didn’t know you, his new neighbour, well. However, your kindness was something he adored to see every time he did get the opportunity to speak to you. Noticing the softness in your eyes every time he offered to help you with your grocery bags, or when he offered you a ride to the bus station, Steve promised himself that he would find a way to see that sparkle as much as possible.
“You’re really going all out, aren’t you?” he said in a teasing tone.
“Oh, of course. Halloween is always so fun. But, you should see what I have ready for Christmas,” decorating just always seemed so exciting to you. Yes, maybe you should be saving your money to buy regular things you can use on a daily basis. But, this was way more thrilling.
“Can’t wait, doll,” the nickname made you feel so warm amidst the cool autumn air. “If you’d like, I can hop on over there and help you.”
Steve looked like he was about to lunge himself to jump the metal gate that separated your balconies, but you stopped him before he could. “There’s a front door for a reason, please don’t join my broomstick down there. What if there’s a huge gust of wind or something?”
“Fine, fine, I won’t. But that’s mainly because my ladder will be too hard to jump with.” Steve winked.
“You have one?” you gasped and tightened your grip around the railing in excitement.
“My roommate and I used to do some construction jobs,” Steve shrugged nonchalantly.
Right, the roommate.
In truth, that man was the first person you met in the entire building. You had just gotten your keys and were bringing up two suitcases full of your everyday clothing. Right then, a man with crazy hair and even crazier tattoos, that could be seen with his low-cut top, took the elevator with you to the sixth floor. He was about your age, and no matter how much you wanted to say hello to the handsome man, he couldn’t stop staring at you.
But, not in a menacing, extremely creepy, kind of way — instead, Steve’s roommate looked at you in a sort of shock. It made you believe that he was just an extremely shy guy. You try not to think about the times he and Steve would have friends over and you could hear his deep voice talking about books and mythical creatures, all things that you wished to talk about with someone too. It was not difficult to admit just how badly you craved to have a moment to talk to him.
“Eddie?” you nearly felt your cheeks explode with heat.
“Yup, that’s him. You seem to be getting the hang of everyone’s names here, smart girl,” Steve chuckled as he saw the way your eyes darted around from his own eyes then to the floor.
“Well, he is the only person I haven’t been able to speak to yet.”
“One day, I promise I’ll get that guy to talk to you.” Honestly, Steve wished that Eddie would stop being so annoying about his bad habit of never talking to you, but always talking about you when you weren’t around. “Now give me a minute and I’ll knock.”
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And so, after about five minutes of waiting — and you pushing boxes out of the way of the front door so that no one was about to trip whilst finishing up the decorating — Steve appeared with a small ladder that would be the perfect size to hang up all the lights you wanted. The man looked around the interior of your apartment first. It was the same as his, only a lot cleaner, with less pictures of dragons and movie posters on the walls. The young Harrington noticed that you represented just about every haunted creature in your tiny apartment. Even going as far as having all of your horror genre books laid out on the coffee table for guests to read when they desired.
Although you had only been here for a few weeks, this was already becoming home to you. “Looks like you made this your own little haunted mansion,” Steve teased as he set up the ladder outside.
“It’s not much, just things to get into the spirit,” you smiled up at him.
“Now I really gotta put your lights up. It’ll be boring if people are looking into your balcony and there are no decorations,” he chuckled as he looked to the balcony ceiling to see only one candle light successfully hung.
“Thank you, Steve,” you bit your lip as you remembered all of the hostess manners that your mother engraved into your brain. “Let me at least offer you some coffee, beer — oh, I think I have some cake in the fridge.”
“No, it’s fine. Just keep me company and that’s all I need. Some eye candy is sweeter than the real thing sometimes.” The man in front of you finished setting up his ladder as he finished speaking those words and winked at you. In truth, you weren’t so sure if the shaking of your legs was due to the cold breeze passing through and under your skirt, or if it was because the wink sent a thousand warm vibrations through your body. Regardless, you didn’t notice the way you squeezed your legs together as you went to the other side of the balcony to finish decorating — and trying to hide your slightly embarrassed face away from the man.
But, Steve noticed. He noticed it right away, and it only made him wonder just how many times you try smiling to yourself every time your cheeks would feel warm.
Over the next hour as the sun set, Steve hung up your lights one by one in a cute pattern. He talked about how often his own mother would make him do similar work during Christmas time because he was always home, as opposed to his father. You listened intently as you learned more about your neighbour, all while fixing a few plants and the pillow covers on the small seat on the balcony. Once the sun set a part of you got a little sad because that would mean the work was almost done and Steve would have to head back to his apartment. It was nice to finally get to talk to someone for the first time in weeks. The busy time of unpacking, on-boarding at a new job, and getting used to the new time zone, was over. Now you actually are able to start your life.
What also made you a little sad was that you would soon need to say goodbye to your neighbour for the night, and try your best to forget about the way the muscles on his arms would flex whenever he would focus on sticking a light to the ceiling. Even making you gasp when his shirt would ride up slightly and the little sliver of his chiseled stomach would tease you. And every time, you would look away immediately, only to cause a hitch in your breathing.
It would be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t intentionally on a lower step of the ladder because it would force him to flex his muscles a little bit harder in front of you. It would also be a lie to say that Steve wasn’t doing his own little form of spying. He would always glance down to see what you were up to; his favourite moment would be when you would go to sit down and your thighs would be squeezed a bit under your skirt.
Steve wondered what it would be like to be between them and eat you ou—
“Would you like a bite?” you whispered, bringing him out of a haze.
“W-what?” he genuinely thought he was caught in his escapades.
“Maybe we could order some take out. If you weren’t busy tonight, of course.” The shyness in your eyes and tone made Steve’s heart melt.
“So pizza, Chinese, or maybe something new in town that you haven’t tried before? Take your pick, sweetheart.” Steve winked as he sat on the little rattan couch you just put pumpkin-themed pillows on.
The sweet pet names he had been calling you this evening have been making you giggle every time out of pure giddiness. Even as the name slipped from his lips, and his figure sat in front of you with arms spread wide, waiting for you to join him; you prayed that he wouldn’t notice the way you sat to his left with slightly shaky legs in excitement. Truthfully, it wasn’t helping that he put his arm respectfully behind your back and would fix your hair whenever it fell close to your face throughout your next conversations. You felt like you were experiencing your first crush ever, that’s how excited you were. Adding your little delusions of grandeur to the mix, and you were equally as hypnotized with Steve as he secretly was with you.
It had been so long since someone had taken the time out of their day to slyly flirt with you. Adding the fact that there was a sunset happening from the corner of your eyes, with the lit up candles and slowly appearing stars becoming witnesses to your sweet autumn evening with Steve; it was all aspects to becoming one of your favourite nights to happen since moving in.
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Once the white cartons full of noodles, fried rice, chicken balls, and steamed vegetables arrived, you and Steve stayed on the balcony to bask in the cool autumn evening. Luckily, you kept blankets nearby for moments like these. So the two of you continued to talk under the coziness of the fluffy fabric and dim lighting of the fake candles.
Just as Steve finished up his large portion of noodles, he leaned back to stare at the ceiling. “These are really nice. You could be a professional decorator one day,” he teased you. His actions made you mirror his neck movement.
“As long as I can borrow your ladder then I’ll be set,” you giggled.
“Or I can always help you out too,” he looked to his left to see the silhouette of your face. The glow from the lights made you look like a beautiful doll.
“I’ll pay you in Chinese takeout,” a small dimple on your cheek showed your giddiness.
“Deal,” Steve sat up slightly and turned his body towards you. “Another option would be for you to come to my party next weekend. All my friends will be there and everyone goes all out with their costumes.”
Just as the words were said, you looked up at him, then to the metal railing behind the rattan couch. It had been placed at the separator between your two balconies. Knowing that you actually made a friend who lived so close to you, caused a warm feeling through your body — one that made you cuddle in deeper with your blanket. “Really? You’d like me there?”
“Of course. Someone who doesn’t invite their pretty neighbour to a party they’re hosting needs to be out of their mind,” considering that Steve’s roommate has never spoken to you, it could be seen as a miracle to be invited over.
“Well then it looks like I gotta go through my closet to find a costume,” you smiled.
The sparkle in your eyes, reflecting the light shimmer of the lights above, hypnotized Steve. “Why do I feel like you already have at least five options in mind?”
“Only three.”
“Would you tell me?” Steve chuckled at the way you took a bite of egg roll in order to hide your excitement.
“No, it’s a surprise,” you looked away from your neighbour’s gaze.
In truth, you had about thirty ideas in mind, but there was no need for your new friend to find out that you had a collection of clothes you bought from the thrift shop — with its only purpose being for last-minute costume parties. Everything from a vampire to a zombie, there were at least enough costumes for everyone in the party in the first place. Admittedly, a part of you wondered what Steve was going to wear. Throughout this evening, you saw the way his muscles were so defined. Even now, as he put an arm on the couch, above your shoulders but not touching them, you wished so badly that he would dress in anything that would show them off.
God, you really did sound so boy-crazy for your neighbour of all people.
It really wasn’t helping that Steve brought his arm down slightly to pull you in closer, mentally giving himself the excuse that he wanted to keep you warm. “Then, would you help me decorate?”
“I knew there was a catch,” you giggled before slapping him lightly on the chest. “But, yes I will. I still have so much decor left in the storage locker from back home.”
“Just not these lights though. I swear my arms are about to fall off,” the man tensed his shoulders dramatically.
“Fine, there are probably some sort of easy string lights we could use though. The ones with the little pumpkins are too cute, and maybe —”
“Our friends are gonna love you.” Steve accidentally cut you off by letting his thoughts be heard aloud.
Anyone from a mile away could see the way the man’s demeanour softened as you spoke. Even his own voice was so soft, yet deep. The sound resonated through your body — causing a few shivers to roll up your spine. The moment anyone hears the way he speaks with you, they’re all going to berate him about it forever. Yet, Steve could already tell that Robin was going to love your excitement about life, or the way Dustin would adore how you listened so intently in any given situation. Well, mostly everyone he knew was talkative anyways, so a good listener was something they all craved.
“Our?” you asked, tilting your head to the side in slight confusion.
“Yeah, they’re friends with Eddie too. A bunch of them are driving up from our hometown,” Steve noticed the way you backed away from his body a little, leaning closer to the left corner of the couch.
“Right, right.”
“Are you scared of him?” he asked concernedly. “You always seem so shy when he comes up.”
The way Steve placed a caring hand on your thigh, above the blanket, made your heart flutter. But, you wanted to subdue any thoughts he had towards you disliking his roommate. “W-well, no, not at all. It’s just—”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
Well, it’s now or never. Millions of scenarios went through your head — both reality-filled moments, and imaginative possibilities of what you believed Eddie’s ill-fitting thoughts were in that situation. But, would it be polite to even mention your concerned thoughts? What if Eddie found out that you were gossiping to his roommate? That could make the situation worse, making him believe that you enjoyed talking about people behind their backs.
Alas, you decided to keep it vague.
“No, uhm, I just don’t think Eddie likes me so much,” you shrugged before smiling at Steve.
“That’s not true,” he would know. Now would probably be a horrible time to mention the amount of girls Eddie invites over who had similar hairstyles to you; or there was even one time you were wearing a new sweater, and Eddie was able to find someone wearing the exact same one then proceeded to take them out that night.
The lengths his stubborn roommate would go through astounded Steve. The little gossip fiend within him desperately wished to know your perspective of the curly-haired man.
“He looks at me all funny when we take the elevator together, or whenever we are in the hallway at the same time,” you pouted.
“How so?” Steve asked, his arm reaching around you now a little tighter. You savoured the warmth immensely, causing you to lean your head on his shoulder comfortably.
“There was this one time this girl was in the elevator with me and so I started talking to her since I really loved the purse she had, plus she seemed super nice,” you paused for a moment as you looked up to Steve, almost placing your chin on his side. “She was, by the way.”
The puzzle pieces were connecting in his head. “Was she the one with the blue streaks in her hair? Kinda tall?”
A light gasp fell from your lips as you moved away from Steve to have better eye contact. It almost felt like second nature to put your hands on his left thigh as you became more immersed in the storytelling. In truth, the man next to you was about to lose his mind. Just as you found your balance, your right hand was a bit too close to his member. The young Harrington prayed that you didn’t move much more, as your arms squeezing together made your cleavage become more visible as you continued to speak.
“And then when we got to our floor,” you said after nodding. “She was walking with me and said she was heading in the same direction. So after a few minutes, Eddie opened the door to see what the chatter was all about. H-he looked so mad.”
“You probably woke him up from his nap,” Steve chuckled at the way your voice became quiet with the last few words.
“I suppose so. Then I said goodbye to the girl and she went into your apartment with Eddie. The door wasn’t even closed by the time they started — you know — making out.”
There it was: the confirmation that you and him were definitely thinking about the same girl. But, what intrigued Steve more, was the way a hint of awkwardness and jealousy flashed before your eyes. Then, as you bit your lip, Steve wished so badly to kiss them until they were more plump.
He really needed to stop himself.
“Munson must’ve been real stressed that day then. He only calls her up when he is,” Steve leaned his forehead closer to yours.
“Why would he call up his girlfriend only when he’s in a bad mood?” you couldn’t help but lean closer as you asked the question, completely oblivious to Eddie’s situation.
“Oh, sweet girl. That is definitely not his girlfriend,” the man chuckled politely as he leaned close to your face.
“But they were —”
You barely got the words out before Steve’s lips bypassed yours. The deep amber notes of his cologne filled the air as his breath tickled your ear sweetly. Just this small movement made you gasp in surprise before smiling to yourself. A pleasurable chill went up your spine as he whispered deeply into your ear.
“Do you know what friends with benefits are?” He asked, his right hand placed softly on the side of your face. “They just fuck whenever they feel like it. They’re not actually together though.”
As secretly as you could, you squeezed your thighs together as the words were felt between your legs. Steve’s small touches, his low voice, his soft brown eyes — it all made you want to kiss him so sweetly. There was a part of your brain that craved it, the same part that was imagining what it would be like if he were to lean a little closer and place kisses down your neck.
And oh, Steve was wondering the same things as you. The way your body was reacting was making him notice how your breathing hitched. His eyes even saw the way your thighs squeezed together. The man wasn’t sure if it was the blanket or both of your beating hearts that made everything feel so warm.
“Oh, this is my first time hearing about this,” you finally breathed out.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so vulgar,” he smiled as he touched your chin to look at him.
“No, you weren’t,” you giggled. “I’m still a little confused though. Does Eddie like having sex when he’s in a bad mood?”
“Don’t you? It brings out the passion in him, I think. Hate sex and all that,” Steve rambled casually.
You move away slightly to laugh to yourself before looking up at Steve again. “So maybe he doesn’t hate me that much since he doesn’t want to have sex with me.”
If that’s what you want to believe.
“Well, I can tell you that he definitely doesn’t hate you in a bad way.”
“You’re so sweet to me, Steve.” He weirdly knew just how to comfort you, even after only knowing you for a short while.
“What type of neighbour would I be if I didn’t help you with your worries?” He leaned back slightly and twirled his fingers in the air, symbolizing for you to turn around. So you did, slightly tilting your body and following Steve’s lead to have you lean a bit on his front as he started massaging your shoulders.
You were so beautiful like this, to the point where the man couldn’t help but be entranced by your delicate skin and soft whimpers of relief as each moment passed.
Just as much as Steve could tell that his roommate had a schoolboy crush on you, he desperately felt the same way too. The young Harrington was used to girls throwing themselves at him. Especially working the odd job here and there to make ends meet — there was no shortage of new women in his life. Just some flirting with someone at the bar and he could let out all of his pent up energy with someone. In the same way that Eddie had a tendency to go out with people after his shows, the apartment almost always had a guest of some sort. No one could count just how many times a sock on the door was used on a random day of the week, and not a Saturday night like a normal person. However, that all seemed to stop when you moved in. The day you came into town to look at the apartment for the first time, Eddie and Steve were hanging out on their own balcony and heard a soft voice from the slightly open window next door.
There you were with a sweet smile and soft voice, it seemed to hypnotize both men instantly. After some prying, they found out through the landlord that you were one of ten people who had interest in renting the place next to them. Needless to say, the two men did everything in their power to seem like annoying, loud and obnoxious neighbours — thank God that Eddie’s band was up for the game too and decided to have rehearsal in the apartment for a few days. Slowly but surely, you were the last interested party; the goal that Steve and Eddie were aiming for. When you officially moved in, the playboy days were dwindling down for the roommates. Of course, there was maybe the bi-weekly partner whenever things became really stressful. However, sometimes a right hand and imagination go a long way. At the very least, Steve had more ammo than Eddie, since he actually spoke to you. Eddie just kept to himself about the crush and tried to do everything to forget about you.
Such a stubborn man , Steve constantly thought.
In truth, the men were not strangers when it came to sharing a partner or five. They were like a fantasy come to life when some women walked through the apartment doors. Imagine going home with a hot guitarist, only to head to his place and find a muscular pretty boy lounging on the couch in a tight white shirt. Anyone with a sound mind would feel their legs go numb at the thought of taking both men at once.
Alas, Steve and Eddie were of sound mind as well. They knew that sharing was caring, and if all parties were up for it, then it was bound to be a long and pleasurable night for everyone.
Currently, it was all up for the younger Harrington to see if you were even slightly interested. And by the way you bit your lip every time Eddie’s name was mentioned, or how your eyes would glaze over every time Steve would unintentionally flex his muscles; he hoped that maybe he would get the chance to place a soft kiss on your lips. Especially since his roommate would not be able to get rid of his stubbornness and make the first move on you.
“Feels nice,” your voice brought him out of his thoughts. Slowly, your shoulders began to relax beneath his fingertips. “Sorry I kept asking about your roommate’s sex life.” In truth, you felt shy with the fact that you spoke so heavily on such a private matter with someone you barely knew.
“It’s not a problem at all. You get so cute when an embarrassing topic comes up,” Steve whispered as he got close to your ear whilst massaging you.
“Honestly, I’ve never really talked about this stuff with other people. Even my ex-boyfriend rarely spoke about it with me,” you said honestly as you closed your eyes.
“Curious?”
Softly, Steve placed a kiss on the back of your neck. The small action made you whimper accidentally. It shocked you in the nicest way possible, so much so, that you didn’t think before speaking. “I-I suppose. There are just a lot of things I want to experience but no one to do it with.”
“You don’t need to do it with anyone. You can always have some fun on your own,” Steve teased as his hands went further down your spine to massage you.
“Oh, I can?”
With soft eyes, you looked at him over your shoulder. You saw the way there was an intense look behind his gaze — full of fire and lust; it made you bite your lip out of excitement and desperation. Steve’s hands were barely massaging your back now, they were caressing your sides up and down. Every few movements he would brush against the bottom of your clothed-breasts before going back down again. It was causing tingles to vibrate throughout your body. In an instant, Steve kissed your shoulder before looking at you intensely.
“These walls are thin, baby. I haven’t heard you bring anyone over. A pretty girl in a new city deserves to be taken out on dates. But, most importantly, I haven’t heard you touch yourself since you moved in either,” he teased, his face getting closer and closer to your face with each word. At this point, your lips were barely a centimetre apart.
“How did you — there’s no time for me to try,” you said honestly with a pout.
“Aweh, pretty girl is stressed out with everything going on, huh?” he whispered, his breath tickling your nose.
“Yes, but this makes me feel so good,” you moaned as Steve’s fingers moved down to massage the sides of your thighs. “Do you talk like this to all your neighbours?”
Steve chuckled as he stopped his movements to look at you with a grin. “Only the most beautiful ones. Especially the ones who want to help with my horrid interior design.”
“So there really is a catch,” you giggled, hoping that Steve didn’t feel your cheeks warm up as he held your face in his hand.
This was it, the smile you showed him, the lust in your eyes that increased as time went on, and the way you kept squeezing your thighs together — Steve was about to lose it. In so many ways, everything felt so easy-going with you. He could barely remember a time where he actually enjoyed having a conversation so mundane with anyone.
“I wanna kiss you so bad,” he thought aloud.
“Please do.”
With that, both of you leaned forwards to feel the softness of each other’s lips. It was a kiss that was so unchaste that you prayed no one would even attempt to look into the balcony. Goodness knows that there actually is a very religious old lady who lives above you. So a near impossibility floated through your head, wondering if she had the flexibility to use the fire escape. But, that thought easily left your head as you felt Steve’s tongue tease your lips. That, along with his hands roaming your entire body made you moan just enough for him to tease his tongue with yours.
In truth, you couldn’t handle the angle of twisting your body around, so you moved the blanket slightly before moving your back a little straighter. Steve got the message and moved forwards too, to allow you to be more comfortable as the kiss progressed. After a few moments, he had you lay down on the arm of the couch, secretly placing a pillow above your head in the process.
You looked so angelic like this. With the light from the fake candles above making you glow from your hair to your eyes to your smile, Steve wished so badly that he was able to capture this moment forever. Even as you slowed down the kiss to catch your breath, the small noises you were making only solidified the fact that he adored this night. Slowly, Steve kissed down your neck, noting the way you whimpered louder when he hit your pulsepoint. When you arched your back, it coincided with the moment the man placed a hand right above your breast. The cold autumn air made your nipples a bit hard, even through the dress you were wearing. As if by instinct, Steve pushed the neckline of the fabric down so that he was able to bare more of your soft skin to the evening stars.
“Such pretty tits,” he whispered as he exposed your nipples to the cool air. Steve’s mouth began to drool at the thought of putting his mouth on them. “It’s a shame it’s almost winter time and they’re gonna be covered up.”
“Well, you don’t know my costume yet,” you giggled sweetly as you unknowingly lifted your body up, bringing your breasts closer to his mouth.
So, the man kissed down your skin, ensuring to linger on his lips in his path. “What’re you gonna be? A bunny? Little puppy?” he teased, placing a chaste kiss onto both of your hardened buds with the final two questions.
“I was thinking of a pirate. Could be really nice with a little dress and a corset—oh,” you moaned as Steve sucked and bit your nipple.
“You’ll be the death of me that night,” he whispered onto your chest as one hand moved the blanket to the side and began massaging your bare thighs.
“Not if you get to me first,” you giggled. The man’s hands were moving further and further up your thighs before it reached a sliver of lace. Desperately, you moved your hips forwards and squeezed your thighs together to give yourself some level of relief. No one has ever dreamed more for someone’s hands to move faster. “What if people see?”
The question filled your mind as the cool air seemed to touch more of your skin. A mixture of hot and cold overwhelmed you now, alongside conflicted feelings about whether or not to ask Steve to bring the activities inside.
However, if the throbbing between your legs was telling you one thing, it was to please find the climax of your pleasure as soon as possible.
“We’re on one of the top floors, plus everyone is inside already,” Steve comforted you, moving his body upwards to kiss you sweetly.
“How about Eddie?” you asked in a whisper.
“Not home for another hour, I think,” he mirrored the volume of your voice as he continued to kiss your cheek and neck.
“Oh, alright, keep going,” you smiled whilst helping the man out by lifting the skirt of your dress higher in order to expose more of your thighs to the cool-air.
Steve nearly came in his pants as he looked down to see the glowing skin. “Yeah?” he teased, biting your ear in the process.
With one last kiss down your neck, the man next to you looked down to see the way your arousal was seeping through your black lace panties. Even in the darkness of the evening, your thighs were glistening with the wetness that has grown throughout the night. Steve took a moment to capture the image of you squeezing your thighs and rocking them slightly to satiate your desperation, before slowly taking his hand and removing the drenched fabric from you. Once it was off, your pussy began to throb in anticipation as to what was going to happen next.
You both looked down to see how Steve’s hand slowly made its way between your thighs. He was so easily able to make you bite your lip and look back and forth between his focused face and his large hand.
“Please, touch me,” you begged sweetly, moving your hips upwards to get his fingers to meet your needy clit.
“Like this?” the words barely left his lips before he finally touched the wetness between your thighs. He began to massage the little nub in circular movements, then from side to side. Any small touch was enough to make you mewl and lean your head on his shoulder as you moaned in pure ecstasy. “So sensitive, doll.”
“Feels so nice, Steve. I need more.” Moans and whimpers were releasing from your throat like a song.
Steve decided on a fast pattern that made you breathe heavily next to him. You were so beautiful like this, so needy and throbbing beneath the evening skies. The cool air made your nipples hard, silently begging Steve's lips to go upon them again. However, he wanted to kiss you first, savouring the way he was drinking up every moan and whimper you were emitting, whilst his other hand went to massage and squeeze your breasts softly.
It was when the man next to you slowly inserted one finger into your wet hole, that you moaned louder than you have tonight. “I-I-Steve, I really like that,” you whimpered incoherently between kisses.
“Can I add another one?” he asked with a smile against your lips, but you barely needed to nod before your hips were thrusting themselves upwards in excitement, urging another finger inside of you to stretch you out.
“More,” you whispered as you arched your back. Steve continued to thrust his fingers deep inside you, his thumb massaging your clit every few movements. He wanted to continue this moment of ecstasy by kissing down your neck and then going to suck on your hardened nipples.
“You’re so beautiful like this. So wet for me. Look how well you’re taking me.”
“Your fingers are so much thicker than mine,” you giggled through bitten lips.
“When was the last time you’ve been fucked, doll?” Steve asked as he looked up at you as he sucked on your left nipple, the most sensitive of the two.
The question was a simple one, one that embarrassed you quite a bit. But, remembering what it was like to be stretched out, made you throb upon Steve’s thick fingers. Your mind couldn’t stop itself from wondering one thing: what would it be like if the man before you was going to be the one stretching you out.
Judging by the hardness that he has been sporting for the past little while, you had a pretty good idea.
“It’s been too long. Months, Steve,” you admitted. “C-can you, please help me?”
You wished so badly to be more vulgar with your words; however, your brain was so focused on the climax of your pleasure, and the fact that Steve’s fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a faster pace.
“Not even a toy? Hairbrush? How about using a cute pillow as something to rub your pretty pussy on?” Steve’s perverted mind kept urging him to ask the questions. He noted the way your heat clenched with each word.
“No, I have no time,” you moaned loudly. This time, Steve kneeled in front of you now, leaving your breasts feeling colder as the wind hit the trail of saliva he left.
“You poor thing. Well, looks like we gotta find a way to let out all your pent up stress,” he kissed your clit sweetly with the last word.
The words failed to leave your throat. Instead, a breathy moan escaped instead. Steve began to kiss and lick your sensitive clit as his thick fingers were making their way inside of you. This felt like such a dream. There have been countless nights where you have awoken from a rather active imagination — wondering what it would feel like if your neighbour were to help you release your sexual energy. The dating game has not been extremely friendly to you, and the only person who has come up in your mind as someone who made your legs involuntarily squeeze together, was your neighbour.
But which neighbour exactly?
It would be a lie to say that only Steve has been the main focus. Sometimes you have dreamed that it was Eddie thrusting his silver ring-clad fingers inside of you. Maybe it was both of them at the same time. But, good god, Steve was so good that you nearly forgot everything in your brain. His soft lips began to suck on your clit, circling it with his tongue slowly. He noticed how you would clench on his fingers and gush a little more if he sucked hard and moved his fingers upwards. And so, he did it over and over until you were moaning so loud that he could even hear it when your thighs squeezed around his head.
“You’re so good at this, Stevie. My pussy feels nicer than it ever has,” you thought aloud.
“And here I thought you were too embarrassed to do it outside,” he winked up at you before going down to kiss your swollen clit.
“Maybe I’ll use a blanket to cover you up a bit, just in case,” you smiled before putting the warm fabric upon his shoulders.
“Such a sweet girl,” he whispered onto your clit, with two meanings behind the words.
Remembering how nice it felt when Steve’s lips and fingers were squeezing your nipples, you mirrored his previous actions with your hands. Thankfully, it added a little bit of warmth to your skin.
“I-I’m so close, Steve.”
“Gonna get louder for me, doll? Your noises are so fucking nice.” He started to thrust his thick fingers inside of you faster. He was able to hit a sweet spot that made you cry out in ecstasy.
“Someone might hear, Steve,” you whimpered as you grasped onto his hair with one hand.
The man looked up at you and winked whilst sucking on your clit. You couldn’t stop staring at the hazel eyes, focusing on them and the pleasure he was able to give you. However, it was when his eyes broke eye contact with you, that your heart dropped to your stomach.
“It’s a bit too late for that.”
Fuck.
The voice was familiar, clouded by a raspiness that made your body shiver. Then, there was the smell of cigarettes lingering in the air that felt comforting to your senses in the cold weather. No matter how much you knew you should turn around and confirm who was behind you, your instincts knew exactly who it was. So you didn’t take your gaze away from Steve, who gave your clit one last kiss before straightening his back — his fingers were still knuckle-deep inside of you.
“When did you get back?” Steve asked with a tilt to his head.
“Like five minutes ago. I stopped by the grocery to get eggs and some sliced cheese because we ran out yesterdat,” Eddie said calmly.
How dare they act so nonchalant as you lay here, extremely exposed to the elements?
“Thanks, man,” Steve nodded as he took his roommate’s cigarette for a slight puff. His movements made his fingers inside of you twitch slightly
This made you turn around to see the curly-haired man leaning on the railing that separated your two balconies. He probably hates you so much right now. Every time you two have interacted, it has been moments of silence and awkward stares. This was surely the most awkward situation of them all. Thus, you got some of the blanket to cover yourself up, covering your chest and the top of your thighs.
For some reason though, everything seemed to excite you. Steve noticed it too, how you were getting wetter and wetter by the second. It made him smirk when he looked down to see your thighs squeezing together slightly.
“Did you invite more people to the party this weekend?” Steve continued.
“Nah, I think our guest list is finalized,” Eddie shrugged without breaking eye contact with you. It was you who looked away first.
“Add in our neighbour here, she said she’ll help us with decorating too,” he added, about to give you the cigarette before you shook your head.
“Steve,” you whispered annoyedly, your eyes looking between his own and the hand between your legs.
He got a hint, not the right one, but a hint nonetheless. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. Steve simultaneously gave Eddie the cigarette back whilst thrusting his fingers in and out of your throbbing centre.
It felt so nice that you tilted your head back without realizing you did so. With bitten lips and a slightly frustrated whimper, you were about to respond. Instead, it was Eddie who spoke up first, looking at the both of you.
“Cool, it won’t be too crowded anyways. Maybe I’ll head out and find a costume,” Eddie said. It would be a lie to say he didn’t glance over to see the glistening arousal on Steve’s fingers.
“If you see a punch bowl then buy it, I think the one we have broke,” Steve said nonchalantly as he easily brought his other hand to your core and started to circle your clit.
The pleasure was becoming too much. The sound of both their voices was doing things to your body which were inexplicable. Adding the warmth of the blanket around you, you began to sweat with pure eroticism running through your veins. But, you weren’t about to orgasm in such an embarrassing situation, with a neighbour who always seemed to be on his last nerve around you.
“I can't do this,” you whispered. Steve stopped his movements and placed his hands on your thighs instead, looking at you with concern. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Eddie and I have walked in on each other dozens of times, it’s fine, doll.”
“It’s true,” the dealer admitted. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
“N-no,” you exclaimed. Closing your legs and turning your body towards Eddie’s.
Unsure of what came over your body, you bit your lip, looking between the two men. Your entire sex life has been filled with mediocre relations — men who just enjoyed the missionary position more than anything else. Even if you asked for a little bit of a change, the guys would pretend to be up for it. But, in the final minute, claim that the previous actions have worked before, so there was no need to try something new. But right now, your body is on fire in the best way possible. This was a situation that only your imagination could think of. But this wasn’t a fantasy, this was the realest your life has been thus far since moving into this apartment. The throbbing between your legs only solidified your feelings. However, you did want to get something out of the way first.
“Do you hate me more now?” You whispered to the curly-haired man before you.
“Why do you say that?” Eddie asked in return, leaning over the railing and placing a hand on your cheek.
“This is the most you’ve ever spoken around me, a-and it’s such a lewd act I’m in.” The words fell from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes slightly.
Steve noticed the nervousness exuding from your body, so he slowly drew soft circles on your thighs to comfort you. He knew that Eddie probably had a million thoughts in his head, but he wanted to hear it be said from the man himself.
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t hate you,” Eddie wiped a tear from your cheek. “I-I—”
“Say it, Munson. Admit it already,” Steve teased. Eddie looked at him in a slight annoyance before looking at you again.
“What does he mean?” You asked sweetly.
“I-I want you. Fuck , I’ve always wanted you from the start. But you seemed so angelic, so untouchable. It pissed me off that you were so close yet I didn’t have the guts to talk to you.”
His words shocked you, so much so that you gasped and looked away from him. Your head turned towards Steve who gave you a sweet smile. The men before you seemed to read each other’s minds as they looked at you with a warmth that filled your body. For a moment, you pulled yourself away from Steve’s touch on your legs, and Eddie’s hand on your cheek and sat close to the corner of the couch. In that second of contemplation, you tried to listen to the millions of thoughts running through your brain.
However, it was Steve whose voice comforted you amongst your thoughts. “Are you alright, doll?”
All you could do was nod as a response.
“I’ll be going —” Eddie said as he finished his cigarette and put it out on the ground.
“N-no, stay here. Please, Eddie.” It came out as a desperate plea.
“You mean that, sweetheart?” The man asked you.
With a look in your eyes that told the world that you were so unsure of where the situation would go next, you looked towards Steve, who was kneeling next to you. He smiled at you so sweetly that you brought your face close to his and kissed him chastely. A moment later, you brought your body upwards, blanket still covering you, and sat up near Eddie’s figure.
“I mean it. I need you, the both of you,” the words were so filled with lust that it shocked the roommates.
Steve went to stand behind you, a hand grasping your hip and pushing you forwards slightly. With a soft whisper in your ear, he said, “you know exactly what you want to do next, don’t you, doll?” The man winked at his roommate before moving your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, his eyes still looking at you and Eddie.
And so, with a deep breath and a hand on the guitarist's cheek, you leaned forward by merely an inch. There was barely a need to move far as Eddie was meeting your halfway. The smell of tobacco filled your senses for a moment. But then, whether it was a gust of wind, Steve’s kiss upon your neck making you tingle, or you and Eddie’s bodies moving simultaneously — you kissed him. You kissed him so deeply that you moaned into the kiss as if it was something you have been longing for.
You have.
So has he.
So has Steve, but he was going to keep his perverted thoughts to himself for the next little while as he saw the way you were finding pleasure just through kisses. Also, if the way Eddie’s cheeks were blushing with each movement and touch your fingers laid upon his collarbone, he definitely was enjoying this just as equally.
“Look at you, doll, you look so pretty when you get what you want,” Steve teasingly whispered in your ear. “Needy girl.”
“Am not,” you pouted as you separated your lips from Eddie’s to look at the man behind you. “I just know what I like,” you giggled.
Steve chuckled with you as he took his turn to kiss you now. Eddie took the opportunity to jump the railing and find his way to the couch seat next to you. The man pushed the blanket down to expose your breasts to the cool-air again, taking a moment to admire the way they bounced every time you moved your head slightly to deepen the kiss you were sharing with his roommate.
“Fuck, they’re so perfect,” Eddie whispered loudly to himself.
“They’re so sore,” you teased, bringing a hand up to squeeze your right nipple. The pleasure from the pinch, as well as Steve’s lips leaving little love bites on the left side of your neck made you moan.
“Oh, I can definitely help you with that, sweet girl.” After the words left his mouth, Eddie brought himself closer to you. After going to kiss you once and winking at Steve in the process, he dove down to suck on your tits in a motion that caused you to lean forward to feel more of the pleasure.
You didn’t notice, however, the way your hips were grinding on the squished pillow that found its way beneath your thighs. Steve saw how you were riding your waves of ecstasy with all of the sensations you were feeling. He swears his cock couldn’t handle it now. So much so, that he leaned back from you to stroke his hardness through the fabric of his pants. Even the little bit of pressure made him moan alongside you now.
The noise made you turn around to see the way Steve’s cheeks reddened as he stared at you and Eddie like his own personal porno. “Having a hard time, Stevie?” Eddie teased between licks to your breasts.
“Fuck off, man. My doll looks so beautiful like this. I’ve been hard for hours.”
“Would you want some help with that?” you giggled as you pushed Eddie further onto the couch, nearly laying on top of him. All in order to bend over in front of Steve.
“Still so wet,” he said deeply, admiring the glistening arousal between your legs and the roundness of your bottom.
“Please, Steve. Your fingers felt so nice, but I want to be stretched out by something more,” you nearly whined.
Eddie was kissing your neck now, loving the way your voice sounded when you begged. “Come on, big boy. Looks like our girl can take it.”
“I’ll take you real nice,” Steve said as he stroked his fingers from your clit to your sopping hole. “Will you tell me if it becomes too much?”
In truth, this was the most exhilarating your have ever felt during a moment of sexual relations with another man, let alone two. Everything before this was so vanilla, that anything besides the usual seemed scary. However, this didn't. This made you want to experience pleasure whilst giving it simultaneously. Adding the fact that someone may see at any moment was causing waves of thrill and excitement to flow through your being. Steve must have seen the plethora of emotions in your eyes, as he was so hypnotized by them.
“I promise. Now, please,” you moaned while bringing your butt back to grind on Steve’s clothed-hardness. Even through the layers you could feel the heat emitting from it.
“Your wish is my command.” With that, he pushed his pants and started to tease your entrance with his tip.
Although you couldn’t see it as you looked back from your left shoulder, you could tell it was thick. So thick in fact, that even him spreading your folds was enough to make you whimper and giggle.
“He’s never had a complaint thus far,” Eddie whispered in your ear before kissing you again.
“Maybe I’ll give a review—oh,” you moaned into Eddie’s lips as Steve slowly entered your throbbing pussy.
“That’s it, taking me so well,” he said, thrusting into you at a slow but pleasurable pattern. Inch by inch, he swears that heaven was before his eyes. Seeing the way you held onto Eddie’s shoulders with a tighter grip made Steve smile with the amount of ecstasy you were feeling.
“F-faster, please, Steve. I h-haven’t felt this good in so long,” you nearly began to move your hips to meet with his thrusts. Desperately, achingly, you adored the way his cock felt inside you. Each throb was met with a new inch for you to get used to, and it was the easiest thing to fall in love with.
Before you could even take a breath after saying a sentence, Steve grabbed your hips tightly and began to rock into you faster and faster. Eddie looked at his roommate with pride, noting how entranced Steve looked as he fucked you deeper and deeper. Then, when the dealer looked at you, and the way you bit your lip and placed your head on his shoulder because of all the ecstasy you were experiencing — Eddie had never thanked the gods of fate more than he was right now. For some reason, he was feeling utterly horny beyond belief throughout the day and promised himself when he got home he would smoke a bit and indulge in some X-rated films and a squishy plastic toy. The fact that he got every green light on the way home, and his parking spot wasn’t taken by the annoying downstairs neighbour; it was like the universe wanted him to be home right on time to get a live show of you and Steve on the verge of fucking.
Now, as your body squished against Eddie’s, your thighs brushing against his hardness, he swears he could get off on only this.
“Can I suck you off, Eddie?” The words brought him out of his thoughts.
They were the best words to do so, too.
“Oh, my darling. You seem to be enjoying Stevie over here,” he kissed you as you moaned loudly, wanting to drink up your sounds.
“But, I need you too. My mouth feels s-so lonely.” You pouted as you brought your left hand down to place a trail of light touches from Eddie’s neck to his stomach then to his bulge beneath his jeans.
“He’s big, doll. Are you sure you can take our two cocks?” Steve leaned down to whisper in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.
“Yes, I can. I promise it’ll be alright,” you whimpered as you felt Steve throbbing within you, before turning your face to pout and say: “he’s so hard too.”
With a grip to Eddie’s hardness below, you stroked it through the denim to emphasize your point. When you finally got a moment to breathe, you looked down to see just how thick — and maybe even longer — Eddie was in comparison to his roommate. Just like Steve was doing before, you slightly drooled and looked at the rockstar’s member with hypnotized eyes.
“It’s a dream come true. Isn’t that right, Munson?” Steve teased as he went to straighten his back and continue thrusting into you.
“What do you mean?” you asked innocently. In truth, the possibility of Eddie dreaming about this moment made you clench slightly; the younger Harrington definitely felt it.
“I mean — fuck — he’s been waiting for you, doll.”
“Harrington, I swear to god,” the other man said through clenched teeth, due to both the pleasure of your hands and his roommate’s annoying mouth.
“Have you dreamed about me, Eddie?” You looked at the man in question now whilst biting your lip. “Pictured me just like this: fucked out in front of you?”
This was a look that neither man has seen in your eyes before: one that was filled with lust and teasing. Every time before this, you had such a serene and sweet look behind your eyes, with the remnants of a smile always lingering on your face. But this, this was as if you were a succubus on earth for the two roommates before you. The drool dripping from your lips was enough to solidify that thought. “Every night,” Eddie grunted.
“Your cock is so long,” you said with a whimper. “May I?”
“Please,” Eddie was able to say in his haze, right before you started to unzip his pants slowly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”
The words made you throb harder on Steve’s cock as he thrusted into you, making you imagine the moment when the two roommates would switch places. The younger Harrington was staring at you both like he was watching his favourite film come to life. Even the words you were saying were right out of an erotic movie he saw the other day.
“Can I ride you one day?” You whispered to Eddie, kissing down his shaft slowly.
“You’re so needy,” Steve grunted. “Just the thought is making your pussy throb on me — unh, fuck ,” he moaned.
It’s true, getting a taste of Eddie made you throb slightly at pleasure of it all. Especially once you started to lick the head, tasting the precum and hearing the guitarist moan above you, you felt yourself throb around Steve harder and harder.
“Sweetheart, are you gonna be our good little fuck toy?” Eddie asked once you started to envelop your lips around his cock.
The image of you looking up at him and drooling over his hardness will be something ingrained in his mind forever. Then the humming got louder and louder as you nodded, causing vibrations to flow through Eddie’s cock. It felt so good that he tilted his head back slightly as you moaned on him, the warm and sucking sensation only making him get closer to the edge. After a moment he looked down to see that the source of your mouth’s vibrations weren’t just due to the fast pace Steve was thrusting into you; but it was also the fact that younger Harrington also was reaching down to circle his fingers in your clit.
You were so overwhelmed with pleasure that your hands took over now to squeeze Eddie’s hardness, all so you could whimper and moan loudly for both men to hear.
Here’s hoping the neighbours won’t complain tonight.
“Your mouth is so good, you know that?” Eddie said in a tone deeper than usual.
“I can take you deeper, use my throat, Eddie,” you looked up at him whilst moving your hips to meet with Steve’s. The pleasure was overtaking all of your bodies now.
“I wanna see you cum while you’re sucking my cock, can you do that for me?”
“Y-yes,” you nodded quickly, your hand stroking him faster out of pure eagerness.
Eddie smiled, nearly sinisterly. “Can you do that for me, Harrington?”
“We both know I can,” Steve grunted, moving faster into you.
In truth, he was so happy that Eddie said those words. Steve swears he was about to combust at any moment, but he was just waiting for you to find the climax of your pleasure. He was only praying that he would last longer. However, with the way you were throbbing so beautifully on him, nearly glowing with ecstasy, Steve wanted to see the climax of it all. “That’s it, pretty girl,” Steve teased, he knew exactly what you needed to bring you closer and closer to the edge. “You look so pretty with two cocks in you. This is what you wanted, huh?”
“Yes, yes, every night I think about it,” a loud groan fell from your lips as you responded, Steve’s cock hitting you from an angle that was hitting your sweet spot over and over. Then, Eddie was the one who felt the remnants of your pleasure — with your hands and mouth going back to milking his own hardness in the process.
“Looks like we’re all on the same page. The amount of times I’ve imagined fucking you on this balcony. You look so pretty when you’re reading here in your little shorts.”
Who knew the exhibitionist bug within Steve rubbed off on you in more ways than one?
“Keep going, Steve,” Eddie moaned as he gripped your hair with his right hand. “I think she’s close. Sweetheart loves to hear how pretty and fuckable she is.”
“Feels nice,” you whispered quickly before going back to suck harder.
“Oh yeah? You should hear about Eddie’s little escapades about you, doll.”
All you could do was tilt your head whilst The guitarist was still inside your mouth. Eddie got the hint as he looked into your eyes, his hardness thrusting deeper and deeper into your throat slowly as he spoke. “Every time I see you in the hallways I swear I can’t control myself. I feel like such a perv with the dreams that float through my head.”
The man barely had a moment to savour the feeling of being fully into your mouth now, because you released him quickly to tease. “Wanna make them come true one day?” You asked with a wink.
“One of them already is, sweetheart,” Eddie smiled, noting the way your legs began to tremble as Steve continued to circle your clit again whilst hitting the soft spot within you with his cock.
“Now how about you cum for us to really make this dream one to remember?” the man behind you said.
“Faster,” you nodded, accepting his challenge.
“Good girl.”
The words were echoing through the air, but you weren’t sure who said it. In truth, it could have been both of them. The roommates were so prone to playing off of each other, seeing what exactly the third person liked and enjoyed. Most of them adored it when one of them was sweet whilst the other was slightly degrading. Some wanted them both to be a little mean. But then there was you, who enjoyed the feeling of being praised and teased like such a good girl for them. So with the words echoing in your head, of different compliments which bordered the line of perversion each time — you swear that the pleasure you’ve been feeling had been turned up a thousand times. On one hand, Steve was doing such a good job on you: thrusting back and forth into your throbbing hole, whilst bending down to circle your nub. The stretch was everything you needed after such a long time of being single and busy with life. From behind you, he would whisper just loud enough for you to hear.
“Such a sweet girl for me, huh? So tight and wet for us,” he would chant like a prayer — a prayer to the gods who were probably looking down upon this scene from the starry sky. Steve was nearly thanking them for putting him in this moment where he was able to see how you nodded in response upon Eddie’s cock, and then feeling your pussy throb below as you reacted to the little compliment.
Then, there was Eddie, who was doing such a wonderful job stroking your hair lovingly as you looked up at him. Now it was your turn to give the pleasure, noticing how Eddie would thrust his own hips upwards into your mouth every time you squeezed his balls with the right amount of pressure. He also adored the way your moans would vibrate through his own body every time you felt good. So the guitarist used his skilled fingers to reach down and use one hand to twist your lonely nipples. The way you would moan and whimper was felt on him ten-fold. With a light grip on the side of your hair, he would help you swallow more and more of his cock: his main goal wanting to feel your ecstasy.
“If we knew you were so horny, these holes would have had a lot of fun by now,” Eddie teased as he saw your eyes start to roll back a little. “Come for us, sweetheart.”
With that, Eddie looked at the way you nodded up at him with pleasure-filled tears in your eyes. Your climax was so close now as your moans became louder and the grip on Eddie’s shaft tightened.
Eddie looked up at Steve with a smile, knowing that his roommate was close to the edge as well. And so, Steve circled your clit faster and faster — the movement making your pussy throb. It wasn’t until you gave one hard suck on Eddie, tasting his cum, while Steve massaged your nub at the right angle that it happened. You felt the orgasm take over your entire body in an instant; it was like a vibration that you didn’t know how to control. It was evident to everyone on the balcony that your climax was extremely overwhelming. You were arching your back more, creating another angle for Steve to thrust into you. All while you had to let go of Eddie, who was inside of your mouth, in order to release your moans to the world. Your hands continued to stroke his hardness until you saw that his hot tip was ready. With a slightly open mouth, you looked up at the man to show him you were ready to taste his cum too.
“Are you boys gonna cum for me too?” You teased sweetly. It was enough for both men to finally let go from the pent up ecstasy they were feeling.
You were so beautiful, taking the creamy liquid everywhere. Moans filled your ears as both men thrust deeply inside of you; at the same time, you were being filled from two different holes as the men fell deeply in love with the feeling of your warmth. For all three of you to ride out your orgasms so sweetly, was the most erotic part of it all. With the situation nearly looking like it was out of a painting as all three of you took a few moments to bask in the evening breeze, a blanket intertwined between your bodies, and sweat glistening upon your skin.
Both men looked at you with adoration, noting how you were glowing as you relaxed your body. Just as Eddie pulled out of your mouth first, grabbing one of the leftover napkins from dinner to wipe away at your mouth, he noticed how you had swallowed nearly all of it.
You really were such a good girl , he thought but didn’t say aloud as he wiped your mouth that was covered in saliva.
Then, Steve took his softening cock out of you, taking a moment to admire the creamy fluid in between your legs. He pushed your skirt down to cover you up and whispered, “are you alright?”
“I’m fine, thank you, Steve.” Your voice was tired out — mainly from all the moaning and whimpering you were just doing. The serene sound will never leave the men’s thoughts.
“I hope we weren’t too rough on you,” Eddie sweetly chuckled whilst pulling you up to move your body and have you sit comfortably on the couch.
“Not at all,” you giggled sweetly as you sat closer to the guitarist. “It was quite fun.”
The giddiness in your voice was apparent as you smiled to yourself. Steve adored how you became slightly shy, even after all of the lewd acts you three have committed on this balcony. He would do anything to continue seeing the heat rush to your face, even in the coldest of weather. Just as he sat down on the couch, leaving you in between both men, Eddie continued to tease.
“Yeah? Looks like we gave you a nice housewarming gift.”
“Maybe we gotta christen every part of the apartment — it would only be right,” Steve said whilst smoothing the blanket over your thighs.
“Is he always this kinky?” You questioned towards Eddie now, with a chuckle in your voice.
“Oh yeah, sometimes if I know he invited this one girl over, I don’t go to the apartment for a few days so the smell of sex can leave the air,” Eddie groaned jokingly, putting an arm around you.
Honestly, you do remember the way you heard a patterned noise that sounded really similar to a headboard hitting a wall, alongside moans and laughter. Your innocent mind genuinely thought that Steve was watching a funny movie with a date — not, well, you know . “That explains why you didn’t come the other weekend. I thought you hated me. Who knew it was because Steve is so horny.”
“Hey, I didn’t bring you two together to gossip about me,” Steve gasped in disbelief as he saw the way you and Eddie had quickly gotten past the phase of awkwardness.
“But it’s fun,” you pouted, moving over so your cheek could rest on Steve’s broad shoulder.
“There’s definitely something more fun than this that I could think of,” Steve teased, looking in his roommate’s direction
“Maybe we could —” you paused as you looked between both men, fearful that you looked too eager.
But, they seemed to admire the excitement in your eyes, looking at one another before focusing their gazes on your figure which was sinking into the couch. A teasingly sinister smile crept up on Eddie’s face as he touched your thigh softly. “We could do what, sweetheart?”
“Maybe we can head inside? It’s so cold now,” you giggled, shivers running through your body.
Luckily for you, warmth ran through your body, shooting straight to your heart amongst the cool autumn breeze overtook your senses now. No other moment in your life has ever made you feel so exhilarated like this. Just as Eddie placed a chaste kiss on your lips, whilst Steve teased his mouth over your neck — a million thoughts ran through your brain. Then, when you felt a hand reach under the blanket and touch the soft skin of your thighs, one thought became louder than the rest:
Maybe, just maybe, moving into a new apartment during the month of October was a good idea after all.
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Made for Each Other | eddie munson
>>gif credit to @/rpvisualosities<<
fandom | Stanger Things
character | Eddie Munson
reader | she/her/afab (he/him/amab ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation
word count | 1,804
keys | (Y/n) = Your name
summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of her and then the reader fucks him 👉👈
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room.
That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.
“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.
“Ain’t she a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.
“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.
“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.
“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.
“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”
“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.
“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.
“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.
“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand.
“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.
“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.
You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.
As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.
It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your tits off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.
You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.
Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy.
And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.
And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you wet.
The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…
“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…
“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.
“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.
“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.
“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“
“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips.
“I-I wasn’t-“
“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.
“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.
“I was i-imagining you- ah- riding me into- hng- oblivion.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.
“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and panties off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your soaked pussy was revealed, dripping with arousal and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his cock, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it down the shaft, expertly lubing him up in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again.
Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your entrance over his hard cock, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally sink down, groaning as he filled you up. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being inside you.
“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the girl you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eyes.
“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.
“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you rest your hands on his stomach.
“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.
“Why?” He asks breathlessly.
“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to bounce vigorously on him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you intensely rode him like never before. He grabs your hips and begins moaning frantically
“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and digs his nails into your skin, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock and nestles deep inside your pussy. The sounds he’s making and the feeling of him releasing inside you proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a loud moan, shaking as your own orgasm so intense takes over your body and leaves you trembling.
You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.
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it's a wild world
my first fic!!! chrissy cunningham x hargrove!f!reader
this concept has been on my mind for weeks, and im finally putting. it into writing!! lmk if anyone is interested in a sequel <3 also it's been six years since i watched st season 1 so i forget if tommy h is alive or not, also made him OOC bc i wanted to <3
pairing: chrissy cunningham x hargrove!f!reader
warnings: alcohol, homophobia, weed, mention of sex, mention of abuse
Assumptions.
You hated them.
Sure, you held the Hargrove name and all the social clout that came with it. Yes, you were on the cheer team. Fine, you got good grades, better than your twin brother's, at least.
But there was so much more there, underneath the surface. If one got close, held a magnifying glass up to your life, put your brain under a microscope, they'd find things that would blow the person you appeared to smithereens. A pariah, an exile; that's what you would be if anyone got too close, too curious.
So you hid behind a boyfriend you hated and masqueraded as the perfect, All-American girl with friends who would socially crucify you if they ever learned the truth. You coped with smoke sessions with Eddie Munson and long drives in the car you and Billy shared. You pretended to be madly in love with your boyfriend when the one you truly had eyes for was your best friend.
After all, who would assume that you were in love with Chrissy Cunningham?
--
It was during one of those smoke sessions with Eddie that the truth roared out of you, with all the violence and bravado of a tsunami.
"You and Tommy, huh?" Eddie asked, peering at you through the hazy air. You rolled the joint between your fingers, concocting an answer.
"Yeah. You disappointed or something, Eds?" you answered after a moment, taking a long puff. Eddie blinked at you, and your stomach twisted. He couldn't have a crush on you, could he? You were members of completely different social stratospheres, only becoming friends because he was the only drug dealer in this shithole town.
"Eds, I...um...look, I'm sorry if I led you on or..." you started, the relaxation of your high seemingly evaporating. Eddie's eyes widened, and his entire body begasn convulsing with laughter.
"Jesus H. Christ, absolutely not," he said between fits of laughter. "No, I can assure you that is not happening."
"Oh, okay. Good!" you cleared your throat, fearing that you were coming off as suspiciously eager. "I mean, you're good-looking and all just, you know, I'm not into the whole metalhead bad boy thing. Not saying that that's bad! Just, you know preferences-"
"For the love of God, stop talking for one second." Eddie cut you off. "Even if your preferences were in line with my appearance, it would be a no from me."
"Oh." You said softly. You detected a hint of...was it sadness? Fear? Shame? You took a hit of the joint, trying to come up with something to say. Trying to keep your mind from wondering what that tone in his voice could indicate.
"So what is your type, then?" Eddie interrupted your racing thoughts. "Clearly jocks, of some kind. But maybe something more? Maybe a skater, stoner type?"
He made a motion for the joint, which you took another hit from before passing it to him. You inhaled, visualizing the smoke curling down your throat, flowing through your lungs; you held it in until your chest felt like it was going to explode, or burst into flames, or hopefully both with the direction this conversation was going in.
"I don't have a type, I don't think." you finally exhaled. Eddie rolled his pink-rimmed eyes.
"Secrets, secrets, are no fun unless you tell everyone." He sang, waggling his eyebrows.
"You tell me your type first." you challenged.
"Fine. Tall, dark, and mysterious." Eddie quipped. You couldn't help the laugh that rippled out of you; no one else seemed to understand your sense of humor. The ridiculous charade he put on when you first bought from him had you in stitches, and the way he could make you laugh kept you coming back, first as a customer and then as a friend.
"Gotcha. How tall? 5'9, 5'10? Can she wear heels with you?" you asked. Eddie hummed to himself, and put the joint on an ashtray.
"I feel like I can really trust you." he began, his brown eyes boring into your own. The humor that was there just seconds ago seemed to have disappeared.
"Of course, Eds. And I trust you. With my life, basically. " He smiled at that and reached for your hand.
"Just promise me you won't hate me, or tell anyone? I already get enough shit from this town, I don't need another reason." Your eyes widened at this, and maybe it was the high or the sudden wave of recognition at his words, but all your inhibitions flew out the window.
"Are you..." you began slowly, giving him time to cut you off just in case you were way off base.
"Yeah," Eddie whispered. You nodded and squeezed his hand tightly. "If you're like, weirded out by that or-"
"Eds, are you kidding?" You squeezed his hand even tighter, his rings leaving an indent in your palm. "I would never be weirded out by you. You're one of my only real friends. I won't tell anyone, I swear."
He smiled, and abruptly pulled you into a bear hug.
"Thanks," he breathed. Your face was buried in his hair, and you inhaled the smell of marijuana and cheap cologne. Between the stress of school and your tumultuous home life, you had begun to equate Eddie's scent with comfort. He felt like home, you decided. His trailer was more of a home than your house, where you shared a bedroom with your stepsister while Billy got an entire room to himself, which he had baptized with impossibly loud music and constant chainsmoking. You were safe, didn't have to hold Max and comfort her while Billy and your dad fought in the living room. Didn't have to be a punching bag for Billy's subsequent outbursts. Didn't have to think about your mom, out there somewhere in California, perfectly fine while you wasted away in Hawkins.
"Eds," you began, still wrapped up in his arms. You made eye contact with the Ozzy up on his wall. Go on, he seemed to goad you. Be honest with at least one person in your life. You frowned at Ozzy, and took a deep breath. "I'm...um...you know...the same."
He pulled you in tighter and wrapped a hand around the back of your head. Tears began to prick at your eyes; right here, you realized, was the one person on Earth you trusted enough to take off the carefully constructed mask you wore around everyone.
"Fuck," you pulled away, wiping at your eyes. "I didn't mean to cry, I just...y'know, never told anyone." Eddie rubbed soothing circles on your back.
"Same here," he said. "We've got each other, right?" His ringed hand reached out to envelope yours.
"I've got you, Eds." you smiled.
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You hated parties.
That was a lie: you loved parties, you just hated these ones. The post-football victory parties in the abandoned burger shop. The ones where your boyfriend had his hard-on pressed into your back as he drunkenly swayed to rock music. The ones where you watched as Billy chatted up his new flavor of the week, knowing you would have to steal Max's Walkman later that night to drown out the sounds that your step-sister had dubbed as 'happy screams.'
Most of all, you hated seeing her with him.
Chrissy was a breath of fresh air in Hawkins. She was the sunshine you had been longing for ever since you left California for the great state of Indiana. She was the one girl on the cheer team that you felt truly comfortable with. When others talked over you at the lunch table, she kept listening to you, nodding her head and smiling.
That smile. Jesus Christ, the gnawing feeling of jealousy grew even stronger as you saw her beaming up at Jason, arms wrapped around his neck. They swayed in tandem with the music, much more graceful than your awkward shuffles as Tommy all but humped your lower back.
"D'you wanna go upstairs?" Tommy whispered in your ear. You considered your options: stew in envy as you watched the girl that you would never, ever, be able to have dance with a Christian zealot who would condemn you to Hell if he could. Or escape for a little while, no matter how awkward it was as you feigned pleasure.
"Yeah," you downed the rest of your drink. "Yeah, let's go." You tossed the cup onto the already trashed floor. You grabbed Tommy's hand and led him through the throng of drunk teens. You pretended not to see Chrissy wink at you behind Jason. You ignored the disapproving look Eddie shot you from the corner where he was doing business. You couldn't ignore Billy's glare as his hand roamed around your cheer captain's ass, though; you flipped him off, and he returned the favor. 'Classy' he mouthed. You rolled your eyes and continued pushing through the crowd. It was one thing for Billy to think you were a slut; it was quite another for him to suspect that you were a lesbian. After his treatment of Max's boyfriend, you knew he would be less than accepting of you, no matter if you were his twin or not.
You took the stairs two at a time, with Tommy close behind.
"Someone's excited," he quipped as you reached the landing. He twisted you around to face him, and kissed you, his hands running up and down your body.
Did you feel bad for playing pretend with a boy who, given the norm of Hawkins High relationships, was a sweetheart who treated you well? Yes, of course. You had started to go out with him when you were trying to deny your true feelings. After all, he was cute, and an object of desire at Hawkins; you'd be lying if you said you didn't take some sick sense of pride in the glares you got thrown your way when you walked hand-in-hand through the hallway. As time went on, you became more and more sure that you were playing a role, simply pretending to be someone else; out of desperation to preserve your social standing, though, you stuck with it, despite the guilt you felt every time he complimented you or got you a thoughtful gift. You weren't a total masochist; you knew that one day, someday, you'd have to call your and Tommy's relationship off.
But for now? His hands cupping your breasts and the liquor coursing through your veins were the only thing keeping your mind from straying to the party downstairs, where the girl that you'd been dreaming of for months was dancing with the boy that she loved.
---
You leaned your head out the window, letting the cool air blow your hair every which way.
"To your house, right Chrissy?" The driver, a sophomore on the team, asked.
"Yep! We're both getting out there, Marcus," she said. "Right?" she nudged your elbow.
"Yep," you confirmed, reluctantly bringing yourself back into the car. Chrissy smiled and leaned her head on your shoulder. You couldn't hide the smile that spread across your face as her hair tickled your neck.
"A little sleepover, ladies?" Jason jeered, eyes raking over you and Chrissy. "I'd like to see that, all those pillow fights in lacy PJs and boy talk."
"Fuck off, Jason." you grumbled. Chrissy just snuggled further into your side, seemingly oblivious to her boyfriend's skeevy comments. You tried your best to ignore the jealousy that rose up as he slid a hand up Chrissy's thigh.
"Don't be such a perv, Carver." Tommy added from the front seat. He turned around and smiled at you sympathetically as if apologizing for his friend. Another wave of guilt hit you; you were leading on a boy who would always stick up for you, even when it was from his best friend since childhood.
"All right, we're here." the sophomore interjected as he pulled up to Chrissy's house.
"C'mon, Chris. Wakey wakey," you gently tapped her knee.
"Mmkay," she sighed, her breath hitting your neck and sending shivers down your spine. After she bid goodbye to Tommy and promising to call him in the morning, you opened the door and grabbed her hand, helping her out of the car.
"Bye, ladies! Have fun," Jason called out, waggling his eyebrows. You flipped him off.
"Bye bye," Chrissy waved innocently. "Thanks, Malcolm." she smiled sweetly at the driver. You recognized the lovestruck look in his eyes as the one you had to hide whenever Chrissy walked into a room. Good luck, buddy, you thought.
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"Had so much fun tonight," Chrissy sighed contentedly, rolling over to face you. "Did you have fun?"
"Yeah, of course," you smiled, trying your best to ignore the proximity of your faces.
"You and Tommy are so sweet," she said.
"Yeah, he's great," you added. "Jason's great, too." you added quickly,
"Not really," she whispered. "He can be such a pig when he drinks." Her brows furrowed, a feeling you can't place clouding her pretty features.
"You heard what he said in the car?" you asked, curiosity getting the best of you. She nodded and rolled onto her back. You observed her side profile, admiring her gently sloped nose and full lips.
"It's just...do you ever feel..." she started, and then stopped. She examined her cuticles before continuing. "Like, you're faking it? Like everyone has this idea of you and you can't do anything about it?"
You inhaled sharply, and her eyes met yours.
"Yeah, yeah. I get it," you assured her. She smiled and reached a hand out to twirl a piece of your hair around her finger.
"Pretty," she whispered. You blinked, not letting yourself look like that one word just took all the air out of your lungs. "You're so pretty."
"You too, Chris," you say. "Prettiest girl in Hawkins." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you regret them. You curse the last beer you had at the party, letting you drunkenly confess at least one of your lovestruck thoughts about the girl next to you.
"No one's ever told me that before," she smiles, tucking the strand of hair she was playing with behind your ear. You close your eyes, relieved at her reaction. You freeze when you feel her plush lips press a chaste kiss on your forehead. "You're my best friend," she whispers, close enough for you to feel her breath on your cheek.
"Mine too," you respond, trying to keep your heart from launching out of your chest.
"G'night," Chrissy says softly, withdrawing her hand from your hair and turning to turn off the light.
"G'night, Chris," you whisper into the dark, letting a smile creep across your face.
Every touch, every sweet word, every smile, and every shared laugh; they were sacred to you, rare opportunities for you to let yourself believe in the impossible.
What you didn't know was that as you drifted off into a tipsy, blissful sleep, Chrissy was awake, stomach in knots as she mentally scolded herself for letting her true feelings come out.
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Anniversary Antics - Leonard McCoy
Requested by @dannydevitodevoted: Bones with "this bath is too damn hot" "this is why we can't do nice things, you complain too damn much"
Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader
Word Count: 3,442
Synopsis: Reader tries to plan a romantic anniversary night for Leonard, but Leonard being Leonard, throws things off plan.
Warnings: smut
A/N: Hi all! Long time no see. I have no idea where this came from. I’ve just been seeing a lot of The Boys stuff appearing on my tl and am just always rabid for Karl Urban so here you go.
Two years ago you had agreed to take the leap with a coworker and go on a first date. Two years ago, you had gotten to know a man who you only saw as a cranky old man. Two years ago, you realized that he was a cranky older man, but that he was also the man of your dreams.
And now, two years later, you were celebrating your anniversary with Leonard.
And you were determined that it would be perfect. You wanted him to feel as special and as loved as he had made you feel for your entire relationship.
Leonard had to work during the day of your anniversary, but he would be back to your cabin aboard the Enterprise that night - giving you plenty of time to set the stage for the perfect anniversary night.
You decided to go with the tried and true classics: champagne, rose covered bed, chocolate covered strawberries, and the finale, a romantic bathtub. Initially, your anniversary had fallen on a day when you had leave, and you had arranged for a romantic hotel with a heart-shaped tub for two, but you would make do with what you had.
You spent the majority of the day cleaning your quarters, hiding away anything that didn’t scream romance, and then got to work preparing your bedroom. You scattered flower petals from the entrance to your bed, arranged candles on your side tables to be lit right before Leonard came home, and then scattered some more petals leading towards your bathtub.
Admittedly, your tub was much smaller than the one built for two, but what was the harm in being smooshed closer together? That was the purpose of having a romantic bath.
After setting the stage, you cleaned yourself up, pinning your hair half up, half down, the way Leonard had expressed before that he found extremely sexy, and slipped into your new negligee.
You lit your candles, set out the strawberries, and poured two glasses of champagne, just as Leonard walked into your quarters.
“What is-” he stopped himself when he looked at you, the candle light illuminating on your face softly. “Hello,” he said.
“Hi. Happy anniversary.”
“Happy anniversary,” he replied, stepping into the kitchen area, the door sliding shut behind him. He approached you and took a long look at your exposed skin and the silk covering the little bits that it did. He hummed appreciatively and put his hands on your waist. “You look stunning,” he said. You smiled as you leaned up to kiss his lips.
“Thank you.” You took a step back from him, enjoying the hungry looks he was giving you. His eyes dragged along the shape of your lingerie as you reached for the glass of champagne. He clinked his glass against yours.
“You didn’t need to do all of this,” he said.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, “This is how I always dress.”
“And believe me,” he said, taking a step towards you and wrapping a strong arm around you, pulling you to his chest, “I am not complaining one bit.” He kissed you again, his tongue gently pushing apart the seam of your lips. You sighed into his mouth, melting against his skin.
“Where do these petals lead?” Leonard asked, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours.
“Just a normal bedroom,” you said with a grin. Leonard kissed you again, gently nipping at your lower lip.
“Darlin’, you did not need to do all this.”
“Shut up and follow the petals, Leo,” you said, kissing him quickly. You grabbed the bottle of champagne and started backing up slowly towards your bedroom, your eyes locked on Leonard’s.
“We are celebrating the greatest two years of my life, and I am going to make sure to treat you like the incredible man that you are,” you said. Leonard’s gaze was devouring as he stalked towards you. Your back met the closed door and Leonard was there, a callused hand on your hip, slowly pushing up the hem of your dress.
“I love you,” he said, leaning down to claim your mouth with his. You moaned into his mouth, your hands, even the one holding the bottle of champagne, wrapping around his neck. His hands brushed up your hip, until his fingers were dancing against your ribs. “No panties?” he muttered, pulling away for air. You shook your head and bit your lip.
“God damn,” he said. You smiled and took his distraction as a chance to open the door. It slid open behind you and you turned from Leonard and strutted into the bedroom. He followed you, his eyes scanning over the romantic scene of your shared bedroom.
“Y/N,” he said softly.
“I love you,” you said simply, setting the bottle of champagne down on your side table.
“You shouldn’t have done all this, I’ve been working all day, I’m sweaty--”
“I don’t care,” you said, coming to stand in front of him, your arms wrapping around him. “I love every part of you and I want to celebrate us.” He sighed and leaned down to close the gap between you. His hand fisted into the back of your nightie as he pushed you towards the bed. Your knees hit the bed and you sat down, looking up at him, breathless.
“You know,” you said with a smirk, “If you really are sweaty, we could always start things off in the bathroom.” You flicked your eyes towards the rose petal path and Leonard followed.
“You,” he said, grasping your hand and pulling you back to your feet, “Are spectacular.” He kissed you again, his hand tracing over your jaw, as he led the two of you to your bathroom.
Immediately when he opened the door, the steam from the bath hit you. The room was at least five degrees warmer than your bedroom.
“Well, that’s something else that is hot,” you said, running your hand down Leonard’s shirt until you reached the hem and stared to pull it over his head. You watched his face, the annoyed look he was never able to hide well and frowned a little.
“You know, I’m not much of a bath man,” he said, once he was shirtless. You started peppering kisses across his skin, enjoying the breath that he let out at your touch.
“Well good thing I’ll be there with you to show you the ropes,” you said teasingly. You kissed him as you worked on unbuckling his pants. He started to protest some more, but you sucked on his lip, silencing him as he moaned. “Drop your pants,” you said, taking a step back from him. He kept his eyes locked on yours as he did so.
“Yes ma’am,” he said. “Any other commands?”
“Get in the tub,” you said with a tilt of your head. He looked at it skeptically again, and with another sigh, he stepped into the water. He seethed a little, pulling his foot back out. “What?” you asked.
“It’s hot.”
“It’s a bath,” you said. You came up behind him, trailing your fingers across his chest, looking down to see the effect on him. “I promise you’ll get used to it,” you coaxed.
“I love you,” Leonard said, in a way that meant you’re lucky I love you, and with one last kiss, sat down in the tub. You told yourself not to laugh. The bath was entirely too small for him, his legs couldn’t fully extend, but he was trying for you.
You dropped to your knees next to the tub and reached for a washcloth.
“What?” you asked when he looked at you in confusion.
“You’re not joining me?”
“I might try to squeeze in there in a little bit, but first I thought I’d just take care of you.” You soaked the washcloth in the water and started massaging his skin. You watched his face, hoping to see a look of euphoria wash over his face, but he just looked uncomfortable.
He met your eyes and could see your disappointment, so he adjusted his face as much as he could and tried to show he was enjoying your touch. You were sure that it wasn’t your touch that was making him uncomfortable, and hoped that soon the water would become a more comfortable temperature for him.
You led the washcloth down his skin until it sunk under the water, and then you dropped it all together. You grasped his cock in your hand, your eyes locking with his as you stroked him.
You watched some of the tension start to slip from his body. Your other hand found the washcloth and went back to bathing him as you worked him in your hand.
“Y/N,” he moaned, his head leaning against the bath wall.
“I’m here,” you said, once again abandoning the washcloth as you moved closer to him. You tilted his head towards you and kissed him. He cupped your face with his wet hands, his breathing becoming shakier the more you massaged him.
“Y/N,” he moaned again, pulling away from you briefly. He started to climb out of the tub but you gently pushed him back in.
“Shh, just let me take care of you,” you said, kissing along the shape of his jaw.
“I want to feel you against me,” he said, again trying to budge from his position in the tub.
“Then I’ll climb in with you,” you said, your lips trailing over his speeding pulse. The pad of your thumb slid over the head of his cock and he let out a shuddering breath that was both a curse and a prayer.
“There’s no damn room,” he said, and you loved the fact that his voice was so rough, a result of your work.
“I promise we can fit,” you said, locking eyes with him. You released him from your grasp and started to stand up, readying to step into the water, too, when Leonard sighed.
“Y/N,” he said, rubbing his face tiredly, “Let’s just go somewhere else, this tub is not working.”
“Just give it a chance,” you tried. Wanting to still keep up the sexy rouse, you began to pull down the strap of your negligee.
“Y/N, come on,” he complained again.
“What?” you asked, frustrated tears beginning to pool in your eyes.
“This bath is too damn hot, let’s just—“
“And this is why we can’t do nice things!” you yelled, “Because you complain too damn much.”
You stormed out of the bathroom and slammed the door shut as much as the automatic locking doors could. Leonard sighed. His hard on gone, he stepped out of the warm bath and toweled himself off.
He took in a steadying breath and walked out into your bedroom. He expected to find you on the bed, but the petals were still scattered the way you had done so lovingly before he got home. Just seeing the work you had put into the evening, Leonard felt like a dick.
He walked into the kitchen and found you finishing off your glass of champagne. One look at the bottle made it clear that this wasn’t your first glass either.
“I’m sorry,” he said. You turned to face him, your features pulled taught. “I’m so sorry, I was an asshole.”
“Yeah, you were. But you were also right.” You sighed again and poured yourself another glass. Leonard moved in front of you, trying to lock his eyes with yours. “The bath was too damn hot.”
“It was, but knowing that you did all this for me, and that all you wanted was to make me feel good, darlin’, I should have boiled in there for you.”
You frowned and met his eyes. He noticed some tears still in the shadowed in your eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” you said, setting the glass on the counter. Leonard wrapped you in his arms, cradling your head against his chest.
“If you want me to climb back into that tub, I will. If you want to get in, I will drown myself, diving under to please you,” he promised. You snorted and pushed away from him. His chest was still wet, and so, your nightie was now clinging to every curve of your body. Leonard could see your nipples peaking through the thin material. His breath quavered.
“Did you have any other anniversary plans?” he asked, his thumb gently brushing over your nipple. You let out a shaky breath, turning your attention from your chest to his gaze.
“Well, I was going to suck and fuck you in that tub, but after that I didn’t really have any concrete plans.”
“Christ,” Leonard swore. He continued his slow caress of your breast, his thumb making achingly slow progress. “Why don’t we step into that beautifully decorated bedroom and I will make everything up to you?”
You looked him up and down and then nodded your head. “Okay.” Leonard’s callused hands gripped your hips as he pulled you flush against him. He groaned into your mouth as he started leading you towards the bedroom. Your hands grabbed the towel around his waist and pulled it down, abandoning it on the walk.
“One track mind,” he teased. The doors slid open behind you and Leonard guided you towards the bed until you fell onto your back. He watched your breasts bounce at the movement, and he was hard once more. Your eyes focused on his member and he grinned. “Like I said, one track mind.”
“Come here,” you said, resting up on your elbows. He crawled over you, his strong body straddling yours. Your hands cupped his face and his supported you as he laid you back on the bed. He kissed you, tasting the champagne on your tongue. He told you as much and you laughed.
“It’s okay, I like the way you taste,” he whispered into your ear. You whimpered and he smiled proudly. He started to kiss down your neck, his breath creating goosebumps on the sensitive flesh, as his hand reached under your dress.
“Leo,” you moaned, bucking when his fingers skimmed between your legs.
“What, darlin’?” he asked, right before sucking on your neck. You moaned again. Your legs gripped Leonard’s and he laughed. “Just making it up to you.”
He stroked up and down your folds, his steady doctor’s hands knowing just what to do to drive you crazy. His mouth continued its journey back up your throat, catching your lips with his.
“Have I made it up to you, yet?” he asked, pulling away to look in your eyes. His hand still worked between your legs, and your voice was shaky when you answered.
“Not yet, I don’t think,” you said. Leonard’s eyes never left yours as his thumb rubbed your clit. Your hips bucked up against his, but with a firm hand, he held you to the bed.
“How about now?” he asked, his thumb pressing a little bit harder, still making those slow, dedicated strokes.
“Leonard,” you pleaded. He only grinned as he started rubbing your clit faster. “Please.”
“Tell me you forgive me,” he said.
“We already—“
“Tell me, baby,” he said, his voice low. You cried out, nearing your end.
“Yes, fuck, I forgive you,” you panted. Leonard smiled at you before licking his fingers. The few seconds that he pulled away from you were agony, and you started to protest, but he was back a moment later, his big fingers fingering you until you came with a cry.
He didn’t stop for a few moments after.
“Leonard,” you pleaded, pushing his hand away from your sensitive skin. “Leonard.”
He leaned down to kiss your forehead and laid next to you.
“I love you,” he said, “And I’m sorry about before.”
“You’re forgiven,” you said with a shake of your head. “I love you, too.” You kissed him softly.
“You still taste like champagne,” he hummed.
“Sorry.”
“That’s okay, there’s just something else I’d like to taste right now.”
“Leonard,” you said, nearly breathless. “At least let me—“ He stopped your roaming hand and shook his head.
“It’s my anniversary, too, and this is what I want to do,” he said, patting his shoulders gently. “Get over here.” You grabbed his face and kissed him, your tongues tangling as you wrapped your body around him. His rough hands slid up your dress, until he was pulling it over your head.
He took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking on the nipple, and you cried out.
“God, I love you,” you cried.
“Get up here,” he said, pulling you in tighter. You kissed him for a few seconds more before pushing him onto his back.
You crawled up his chest under your legs were straddling his face. You let out a shaky breath and he grinned.
“You are so beautiful,” he said.
“I want to get you off,” you whined.
“Not just yet,” he said. He gripped your ass, kneading it gently as he positioned you on his mouth. You whimpered at the first stroke of his tongue through your folds. “You are a goddamn feast,” he muttered between your thighs.
“Leonard, fuck.”
He continued to feast on you, his tongue dancing over every inch of you. He hummed as he sucked on your clit and you cried out at the vibration. He told you to touch yourself, so with his eyes locked on you, you kneaded your breasts, trying not to scream out at how good he was making you feel.
His tongue was moving rapidly against your clit, quickly making you come undone. “Just like that,” Leonard said, but you pulled away from him. “What are yo—“
“I need you inside of me,” you said, quickly claiming his mouth in a devouring kiss. Leonard was moaning when you pulled away and straddled his hips. You took his dick in your hands and started stroking him again, smiling sensuously at him.
“Fuck,” Leonard said, his voice rough. “Put it in.”
“Yes, Doctor,” you teased as you lined him up and sank down on his dick. You moaned at the sensation and Leonard was there instantly, gripping your hips as you adjusted to him inside of you.
Once you were settled, you started to rock your hips into his. With your hands on his chest, you never took your eyes off of him. You repositioned your hips a little to get a better angle and Leonard groaned, his head falling back against the bed.
“Good girl, ride my dick just like that,” he exclaimed. You moaned at his praise and continued grinding on his body. He gripped your hip tighter and with his other hand, positioned his thumb right in your clit.
“Leonard,” you whined.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his voice shallow.
“Never.”
You rocked into him as he continued to touch you. He sat up a few moments later, grasping your face to his, kissing you roughly.
“Just like that, baby,” he moaned, urging your hips on. “Just like that.”
“Fuck,” you cried. You were beginning to tighten around Leonard and he sucked in a breath.
“Yes, baby, yes,” Leonard breathed, “Yes, yes! Let me feel you come around my cock.”
“Leonard, fuck!” you practically screamed out, coming hard. Leonard clung onto you, riding out your orgasm until he was coming inside of you.
“God, yes,” he cried, his hands squeezing you impossibly tight. You clung to each other for a few moments more, calming down.
Once you had regained your breathing some what, you looked at him and kissed him.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you,” he said squeezing your ass as he kissed you again. You relaxed against your pillow and sighed. Leonard looked at you with a raised eyebrow.
“I think I’m still mad at you,” you said.
“What? Why?”
“Because I wanted to make this night special for you, and instead it turned into you trying to make things up to me.” Leonard sighed and scooched up the bed until he was sitting up next to you. He brushed your hair out of your face and smiled at you, a long-suffering smile.
“And what makes you think that making you come isn’t special for me?”
“Because it’s not,” you said, smiling slightly as you sat up. “You make it happen fairly regularly.” Leonard smiled as he took your hand in his.
“And it drives me crazy each and every time.” You leaned into his chest, letting out a half laugh.
“Fine, just let me suck your dick the next time.”
“Ay, ay, Captain,” he said with a smirk.
“Happy anniversary, Leo.”
“Happy anniversary, darlin’.”
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He's All That
After his breakup from Nancy, Steve refused to believe his popularity could slip. Tommy made a simple bet: prove it by making a nobody so popular they'd be prom royalty. Stevie figured it would be a cinch, especially when he could date whatever girl Tommy picked to make her popular. Except Tommy didn't pick a girl. He picked Eddie Munson. Rated T - 18,158 words - No Archive Warnings Apply - Written by me, image by @maikaartwork
Chapter 4 is officially in the wild!
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Lessons in Honesty Part 4
steve harrington x reader
Chapter 4: Master of Puppets
– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8
– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.
– notes: hello friends!! i'm so sorry this update took so long. school and life got very busy, but i should be back to more consistent posting for the rest of the summer. also don't worry about possible spoilers or anything for volume 2. if there are any in here, they're just minor references that you won't pick up on unless you've seen it. this chapter also has a tw for minor violence and minor blood mention, so please keep that in mind. enjoy!
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Either you were terrible at math, or there were two more people in Steve's car than there were supposed to be.
And man, did you hope you were just shit at counting.
"Buckley, hey!"
There were two options here you could take. One, you could walk up to Steve's car where the owner was giving you a painful half-apologetic, half-exhausted look through his windshield while your sister climbed out of the passenger's seat, and Dustin's head was leaning out the open window offering you a greeting.
Or you could pretend like you weren't just planning on getting into Steve's car and hanging out with him behind your sister's back by running back into the house and feigning utter ignorance if Robin chose to question you on it.
You liked option two best.
Too bad the hand of God struck you down.
Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic. By the hand of God, you meant your sister. And by struck down, you meant how she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and yanked you back towards her. But hey, maybe this was a better option. The force of your shirt crushing your windpipe was enough that you might get a merciful death out of this awkward situation instead.
"And where are you going?"
You finally managed to wrangle her hands off your clothing enough to breathe, winding your body around to face her with a naturally irritated look that you were trying your best to turn into a look of innocence. By the odd feeling in your face muscles, it was safe to assume you were doing a terrible job. "I, uh-" you started, eyes flashing around as if your surroundings would give you an excuse for the lie. It did not. "I was welcoming you home? Bring it in—" Opening your arms up for a hug, you stepped forward towards your sister with a wide grin. She placed her whole hand on your face and held you back from advancing further. You dropped your arms immediately.
"C'mon, Robin, let them go. I don't want them crying in my car cause they're late to Eddie's gig."
Well shit. Way to let the cat out of the bag.
Robin gave you an odd look before turning her pouted, confused stare towards Steve. She pointed her thumb at you behind her shoulder as she asked, "and you're… taking Dustin and them there?" as if Steve was somehow confused about who she may be talking about.
Steve rolled his eyes, the picture on nonchalance. However, if the tightening grip on his steering wheel was any indication, he was just as nervous to say what he was going to say as you were to hear it.
"No, this twerp isn't coming. But I'm going accompany miniature Buckley. You know. Make sure they don't inadvertently piss someone off by just opening their mouth."
Nice excuse, but you wouldn't do that. Maybe. Hopefully.
Robin's eyes trailed back at you assesingly as Dustin and Steve bickered about what he'd said about Dustin's involvement. You were too focused on what might pop out of Robin's mouth to pay attention. For a second, you thought maybe she would try and come along. Not that it would necessarily be bad, but you would be dead nervous the whole time thinking she would accidentally say something to Eddie to indicate your crush on him. As it was, anytime she even got near the curly-headed boy in the school hallway, you nearly had a heart attack.
Instead, all Robin did was shrug her shoulders and hum an indifferent "whatever, don't get caught by Mom," before turning to walk into the house. She shut the door with a final goodbye of, "see you later, losers."
Your whole body felt like it had deflated all the nerves you had built up over the past few days. Steve looked at you with a wide-eyed, dazed and confused gape.
Okay. So maybe you were both being wimps, but you had every right to. You and Steve knew you eventually had to start getting Robin to fall for the fake-dating charade and let her see you guys hang out. However, whenever you thought about how to do it, you and Steve would mutter a resolute, "another time," and leave it at that. The only time you had been alone with Steve since he picked you up from your group earlier in the week was the two days Robin had band practice so Eddie and the others could see him pick you up.
The fear was that Robin would immediately see this for what it was and wouldn't stop pestering you both about it until you had no choice but to admit it. And while she had paused when Steve said he was taking you to Eddie's concert, it had gone away in a blink.
Oh well. You could overthink it until the end of days, but it was probably best to take it as a win.
Besides, now you had another slight problem to focus on instead. A Henderson-sized problem.
"So we're dropping Dustin off at home first?" You questioned Steve, slipping into the front seat of the car. Steve replied, "yes," while Dustin replied, "no."
You might have registered their words if you hadn't finally noticed what Steve was wearing. You must have looked a little horrified because after Steve shot a glare at Dustin in the back, he turned to look at you with a scrunched nose. "What?" he asked, looking down at his baby blue Henley shirt and plucking it between his fingers, looking for a stain or something.
"You look like you're going to a Wham! concert."
Dustin laughed. Steve sighed as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Yeah, that's nice. At least I'm not dressed like a dude named Rod who sells moonshine to kids in the back of my van. Who's tire did you steal to make that jacket from?"
You frowned, wrapping your dad's leather jacket around you tighter. It might be a bit bug, but it wasn't that bad. "Steve, it's a metal concert. You don't even own a black shirt?"
"I'm not driving back home just to change. We're already cutting it close as it is. Dustin showed up at my work, thinking he was going to come to this thing. I don't need his mom chasing me down with a rolling pin for exposing her little angel to the horrors of the world," he droned sarcastically.
"Hey, Eddie asked me to come too!" Dustin argued back.
Steve turned to dispute with him over his shoulder. "Oh, come on, that was just so it didn't seem weird that he suddenly was inviting Buckley."
"Oh yeah? And what about you? I don't remember him extending you an invitation."
"He's playing at a run-down bar that most has rats for patrons. They don't even give enough of a shit to ID anyone 'cause their beer is so watered down that there's almost no alcohol in it. Don't really think it's a 'by invitation only' kind of place." Steve shot back.
"I know what you're doing."
That admission had you and Steve turning to look at one another from the corner of your eyes. Steve asked as indifferently and sarcastically as he could, "and what's that?"
"Trying to make Eddie jealous by hanging out with Pip."
Well, fuck. That kid was always too smart for his own good.
"Why would we be trying to make Eddie jealous?" You sputtered out. In a sharp, quick-witted defence. Not.
Dustin put his hands on the sides of your seat and leaned in. "Dude, it's obvious you like him. We all know it. Well, except Eddie, I think. You should really just tell him, though. He's a cool guy."
You were beginning to think Steve's car was really cursed. Seriously, why did people say things that made you want to throw up your lungs whenever you were in here?
"What I can't figure out is what Steve's getting out of this," Dustin continued to mutter, ignoring that you were frozen solid and having trouble remembering how to breathe. Dustin's loud clap shocked you back into remembrance as you took a gasp of air through the jolt. "You're doing this to make Robin jealous! I told you I knew you wanted to date her! Just friends, my ass."
"What?" Steve loudly spoke, turning his head black to glance at Dustin so fast that the car slightly swerved on the road for a moment. You slapped your hand over his on the wheel to steady it while he turned his eyes quickly back onto the road. You only let go when Steve offered you a small look and a nod, both of you settling back in your seats.
One thing you and Steve knew was that Robin was most definitely not an option for Steve. Nope. She could make fun of you all she liked about Eddie, but she was just as obsessed with that girl Vickie in the school band with her.
"Just drop it, alright? You're wrong," Steve muttered as he finally pulled into Dustin's neighbourhood. Dustin leaned back into his seat with a huff. "Whatever. I'm not going to spill the secret. I can even help."
"Goodnight, Dustin," you merely replied as Steve stopped at the curb of his house. Dustin rolled his eyes, opening the door and stepping onto the sidewalk. "You two are hopeless," he muttered as he shut the door.
It wasn't until you saw him walk into the house that Steve finally spoke.
"I have a feeling him knowing will come back to bite us in the ass."
No doubt about it.
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Steve wasn't exactly wrong in calling The Hideout a shit hole. It was one. The taupe paint was chipped in places. The vinyl was ripped from the barstools. It had wood panelling that was graffitied by markers. The cement floor was so dark that you wondered what bacteria was living on it that had changed the light grey colour so drastically.
But as far as you were concerned, tonight, it was the promise land. And it wasn't because you didn't even have to pull out your shitty fake ID at the door.
Stepping into the bar's sticky floor when Steve had to run back and see if he had locked his car door (though you had assured him he had), you glanced around at the relatively empty space. There were some people in there-- A few older guys around the stage, some others face down in the booths or sitting at the bar. Two guys were arguing near the side exit, shoving each other back and forth on the chests. You swore you heard the word 'cat' get thrown around by them, but before you could really eavesdrop more, a heavy hand landed on your shoulder. Your body jumped in fright as your eyes zinged up.
Eddie's grinning face peered down at you, looking like he was the happiest he had ever been. But that was just him. He never did anything half-assed or without meaning, even if it was an action as simple as smiling.
"Pip, you actually came?" Eddie asked, sounding earnestly surprised by the fact. You let out a small laugh as he pulled you in for one of his tight hugs, his arms engulfing you in perfect safety. You'd barely wrapped your arms around him in return before he moved to grip your shoulders, pushing you back a step to look at your face.
"Did you really doubt me?" You smiled in a tease. Eddie's grin softened to a heart-stopping gentleness, counteracted only by his move to ruffle your hair with his hand. You managed to push it away with a weak-willed groan.
"Who knows, we might manage to scare you off yet," Eddie retorted, rolling forward on his feet closer to your ear.
"You? I'm not so sure. This place is more likely to accomplish that. I'm already planning on needing a tetanus shot after tonight, so you'd better make it worth it." It was a joke. Kind of. Your concern that you would step on a rusty nail increased the more you took in your surroundings.
Eddie shook his head with a small laugh, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and bringing you in close. "Oh, we'll make it worth it, alright. Hey, do you want to go check out the setup?"
Steve's exclamation of, "Jesus Christ, it smells like someone vomited in a shoe and lit it on fire in here," stopped you before you could accept Eddie's offer.
Eddie's smile fell, the tightness of his hold on you loosening.
"Harrington? If you're looking for JCPenney, you're off by a couple blocks, man."
Steve walked up towards you both, pocketing his car keys.
"Was it locked?"
"Yes," Steve muttered.
"Told you," you replied, trying to keep your self-satisfied tone to a minimum.
Steve still gave you an annoyed look.
"You invited him?" Eddie's voice brought you back to the present as you turned to look up at him, his own face tilted down towards you with a raised brow in question.
You nodded, chewing the side of your cheek as you tried to figure out what Eddie might exactly be thinking. "Is that okay?"
Whatever Eddie was thinking was quickly brushed aside because a tight grin replaced the contemplative look in the next moment. Stepping away from you, he clapped his hand on Steve's shoulder rather hard. "Of course. Probably time Harrington learned what real music is, right, big boy? Just try not to throw yourself on stage at us. Can be kind of distracting."
That made you laugh a bit, releasing some of the tension you felt. Steve shrugged off Eddie's hand, nudging you in the arm toward an empty table closer to the door than the stage. "I think I'll be able to contain myself," he replied dryly.
As Steve's nudging became more instant, you offered an excited "break a leg!" to Eddie and a thumbs up to the guys setting up on stage. Eddie winked in your direction, a half-tugged smirk on his lips as he said, "try not to throw yourself at us either. Or do. I don't think I'd mind your distraction that much." He turned to walk back to the stage as you and Steve made your way to the table. It was a good thing your back was to Eddie because boy, were your eyes wide.
"Did he just flirt with me?" You asked Steve, astonished.
"If you have to ask, then I'd say he did a pretty shit job at it," Steve muttered in reply, tugging out a chair so you could plop yourself down.
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Corroded Coffin had been on stage playing for around 40 minutes, and it was actually… good. Really good.
Not that you doubted Eddie or anything. He was always so zealous about everything he did—always so hard on himself too. He could never do something that wasn't impressive. But he seemed to be in his own world up there. Like actually his world, not those made-up ones that he creates for Dungeons and Dragons. It was strange to see him out of that element. He was the same Eddie, but… more. It was nice.
Even Steve didn't seem as miserable being here anymore. Not that he would probably go out and become a metal head after this, but he hadn't said anything negative since you first sat down. He'd even gotten up to join you to stand against the wall, getting a little closer but still out of the ring of other people.
Sometimes Eddie's eyes would find yours, and you would both smile.
You didn't mind those momentary invitations into his world. You didn't mind at all.
"Hey, I'm going to go get a coke. You want something?" Steve had to practically yell into your ear so you could hear.
You shook your head. "Thanks, but I'm okay."
Steve had gotten you a beer before Corroded Coffin started playing, and you were surprised that what he'd said to Dustin earlier about them not even checking ID for drinks was true. What he said about the beer being so watered down was also an unfortunate honesty. You'd only taken a few sips before you couldn't stomach the thing anymore. Not like you were much of a beer person to begin with. You didn't go to parties, so the only drinks you'd ever had were ones you and Robin occasionally stole from your parents or glasses of champagne on special occasions and holidays.
"Stay put, okay?" Steve said sternly, fixing you with a no-nonsense look before making his way to the bar. You gave a small laugh, calling over to him, "sure thing, Dad!"
Not like you would want to wander off anyway. You'd rather not risk bumping into some drunk people who might try and wrap you up into whatever non-coherent conversations they might be having.
Unfortunately, staying put didn't mean other people couldn't walk up to you instead.
"What's a little thing like you doing over here all alone?"
The man that approached didn't exactly scream danger, but his taller stature and the level of alcohol coming off his breath was enough to put you immediately on high alert. That, and the fact that he stood almost toe to toe with you, crowding you right against the wall.
"My friend is just getting a drink, but he'll be back in a second," you muttered, though you were pretty sure he knew that and had just been waiting for Steve to leave this entire time. Your eyes flashed away from his face to try and get a good look at Steve at the bar. The man moved to step back into your eye-line, cutting your search off.
"Why don't I keep you company instead? I can be a lot of fun," he hiccupped, reaching out a hand to wrap around your forearm. On instinct, you hit it away.
"I don't find harassment fun. Leave me alone," you threatened with a harsh bite, moving to step around him. Even though he was drunk, it seemed he had fast enough reflexes to grab your arm again. His grip was weak enough that you quickly broke it by shoving yourself away. Unfortunately, the force it took had you falling, the back of your head smacking onto the edge of the table before you fell to the floor on your butt. Bruised tailbone, here we come.
Everything that happened next felt like a blur. The music stopped with what sounded more like a crash than a vinyl scratch, and Eddie's voice rang out through the microphone. "Hey, get the fuck away from them, man!" He quickly swung his guitar to his back and jumped off the stage, shoving the man out of the way and crouching beside you. He rested a gentle hand on your elbow and helped you sit up better, your free hand moving to clutch the back of your head.
When you removed your hand, there was a bit of blood there. "Shit."
Blinking hard as you tried to focus your vision again through the headache, Eddie must have not even noticed your dazed reaction as he flusteredly hurled question after question at you, his hand moving around your body like a scanner looking for injuries. Eventually, his hands moved to cup both your cheeks, moving your head to look him in his very erratic eyes as he asked, "you're not dying, right? Or mute? Come on, say something!" You'd be sure he'd be shaking you right now if he didn't think you'd break.
"I'm okay, I'm okay—" you replied, just as yelling started back up again. Eddie's hands still squished your cheeks as you both turned to look at the new commotion.
Steve had just shoved the guy back by the shoulder.
"You need to get the hell out of here," Steve yelled at him, as the guy wasn't making any move to leave you alone. Really? He had practically shoved you to the ground and still wouldn't fuck off?
"Don't tell me what to do, kid," the man slurred, his hand lifting up, getting ready to swing. Swing. You tried to move Eddie's hands off you so you could stand up despite the protest of your bones and dizziness in your head. He moved his hands to your shoulders to keep you there just as the man punched Steve in the face. The impact of it had both you and Eddie rearing back and wincing.
It turned into a double wince when Steve recovered quick and hit the man back. You swore you heard his nose crunch.
Before anything else could get out of hand, someone joined in on your little circle, grabbing the back of the man's t-shirt and wrenching him away. "Damn it, Tom. I told you not to pull this shit anymore." Must be someone who works security. Pretty shit security if this Tom person had been allowed back in after doing something similar before.
Breaking out of Eddie's hold, you managed to stand up and weakly make your way towards Steve. He turned to face you after swiping away the blood trickling from his split lip with his thumb. His angered look quickly melted into concern as he moved to step closer to you as well, reaching out to hold the sides of your arms and support you as you almost stumbled right into him.
"I leave you alone for one second, and you try and take on some dude?" Steve chastised you, though you knew he didn't really mean it for a second.
You let out a weak laugh. "I would have won the fight too if you didn't step in, Rocky," you joked back. Steve muttered a curse under his breath as he began a similar inspection of injuries to your body as Eddie had.
Speaking of Eddie, you had almost forgotten his presence entirely after watching Steve almost get knocked out. You were reminded when a hand lightly pressed to the back of your sore head and informed, "fuck, that's a lot of blood. I should take you to the hospital. Let me tell the guys, and I'll go get the car—"
You stepped away from his hand and turned to look at him, slightly panicked as you cut him off. "My mom will kill me if the doctors tell her where I was and what happened. No way I'm going to the hospital."
"Don't be an idiot, Pip," Eddie fought back, just as a new pair of hands found their way in your hair. What the hell was it about being injured that apparently allowed people to think they could freely touch you? Jesus Christ.
"The bleeding's stopped, and the cut doesn't look deep. We can probably just clean it at your house if you have a first aid kit," Steve muttered, stepping back and putting a hand on your lower back, offering silent support if you needed it to walk.
Eddie frowned at that. "Jesse should have a first aid kit in the back. I can help—"
"Are you kidding me?" Steve cut Eddie off, a disbelieving look on his face. "This place is a petri-dish of undiscovered diseases. They'll get a brain infection if you try and patch them up here."
"And what, you think you can do a better job than me, Harrington? Knowing how to do your hair into a perfectly styled coif doesn't exactly make you a head doctor."
The arguing really wasn't helping with the headache you were rocking. You rubbed a hand across your forehead in irritation. "I'd honestly rather get a brain infection than listen to you idiots fighting," you shot back. Both went silent at that.
"Alright, alright. Let me just get you home," Steve muttered with a defeated sigh.
You nodded your head at him before turning back to Eddie. Now that you faced the reality of what happened, your cheeks flushed a bright red. How bloody embarrassing all that had been. "Sorry for ruining the show. You guys were really good," you offered, letting your eyes trail back down to look at your shoes. Eddie's hand moved under your chin as he used a finger to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze to his.
"You didn't ruin anything, okay? All metal concerts need a little chaos. You did good, Pip."
You let out an involuntary weak snort. "Glad I could be of service."
Eddie removed his hand and leaned up back to his full height. "Take care of them, alright Harrington? Don't know what I'll do if I'm down a sheep in my flock."
Steve didn't even give him a response, already leading you out the door and back to the cool night air.
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