#steve harring x reader
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how about steddie dick measuring contest but reader is the judge? if it leads to smut that’s okay but i know you’ll make it good regardless lol
author’s note: the premise is there i promise, i just used this as an excuse to write threesome smut because it started out as a funny idea and then my brain just melted at the thought of it
cw: 18+ (minors dni), heavy voyeurism, threesomes, unrequited crushes (steddie), established relationships with reader, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), mentioned virgin!eddie, steve is overly confident, eddie is a sweetheart, if i missed anything lmk
word count: 4k
It started after Steve and Eddie found out that you had been sleeping with both of them—there was never any exclusivity in your relationship, and the sex with Eddie had started innocently, taking his virginity from him on his graduation night.
Every time with Eddie was something new. He was eager to try things, learn, and it made for some of the more enjoyable sex you’ve ever had. He only lacked slightly in skill, still fumbling around most of the time and getting upset when he couldn’t make you come as easily as he’d hoped.
For Steve, it was after a long-drawn out conversation about how he couldn’t find the right women, the sex was lacking, and he just wanted something—it didn’t even have to be something either of you committed to fully, as long as you two were having fun with it. Steve still went on dates every now and then, had the occasional hookup, but he always ended up back at your place most weekends using the opportunity to vent about his hardships in trying to find a partner—most of it fell on deaf ears, because as much as Steve was a great partner, he also talked about himself way too much.
He was full of himself, to be blunt—which is why this had started the conversation you were being forced to listen to currently, both of them settled on either side of the couch. You were smushed in the center, feet propped up on the table in Eddie’s living room, hands covering your face as you rested your head against the back of the couch and let out an audible groan.
“Okay but,” Eddie begins, another tumultuous conversation that was bound to go one forever if you didn’t put an end to it, “you’ve seen both of our dicks, you be the judge.”
Steve had found a pair of your underwear on Eddie’s floor a couple weeks prior, because of course he knew they were yours. He held them up accusingly, both you and Eddie sharing an awkward glance.
You really had no choice but to come clean. Thankfully, they both took it well—actually, they didn’t have any problem with it, and that’s what you couldn’t wrap your brain around. Not at first, at least.
“It’s okay,” Steve comforts, squeezing your shoulder, “be honest, Eddie can take it.”
You always hung out as a group now, never separately—and you couldn’t ignore the obvious tension that has festered. Truthfully, it felt like an attack on you. They talked about you when you weren’t around, you knew that much, having walked in on them in the middle of a particularly heated conversation about what made you come the quickest. Eddie knew it was oral, but Steve swore you faked it half the time just so he’d skip to the sex, always gawking about how good his dick felt—how big it was.
And obviously, it had boosted his ego through the fucking roof.
“Oh, fuck you.” Eddie insults lightly, leaning in to whisper against your ear, “Come on, sweetheart—let him have it.”
“Oh my god, who cares?” You ask redundantly, exasperated at the topic and almost shouting it out. “The average is—what, five? I’m pretty confident you’re both over that so what does it matter?”
“No way Munson is packing over five.” Steve nags, pointing lazily at the long haired, wide eyed boy at your side. Eddie rolls his eyes, scoffing at the comment.
“We get it, King Steve’s got a big dick.” Eddie mocks, throwing his hands up.
You snort at the nickname, “Don’t call him that.” You tell Eddie, watching as Steve’s face falls slightly. “See—he’s too confident.”
“Why are you avoiding the question then?” Steve counters, growing increasingly irritated. It’s not directed toward you, or at Eddie even, he just wants to get to the bottom of it.
“Why are you so worried that I might say it’s Eddie?” You tease, hearing Eddie howl a laugh behind you.
“Is it?” Eddie asks after he regains his composure, “I don’t even care at this point, I just need to rub it in Steve’s face.”
“Fuck this,” Steve says in a clipped tone, “Whip it out, Munson.”
“Excuse you?” Eddie asks in a subtle shock, eyes follow Steve as he stands from the couch. “Take me to fuckin’ dinner first, Steve.”
“I need to pee.” You say quickly, making a weak excuse to escape to the bathroom.
Steve holds up his hand, “No, no—you have to judge.”
You stare up at him with comically wide eyes, growling slightly under your breath when he doesn’t relent, sinking back down on the couch.
“Fine.” You agree, “Hurry up.”
Eddie flicks his gaze between you and Steve before finally settling on you, “Do you—are we actually entertaining this?”
“To be fair, I really don’t know.”
It was the honest truth.
Steve fiddles with his pants as Eddie moves a little slower, more hesitant to expose himself. Steve grew up in sports, he was used to changing in front of other guys, nudity around other’s wasn’t foreign to him—Eddie was obviously less willing, having grown up under constant scrutiny and bullying there was valid reasoning on why he didn’t want to. You gave him a look, touching his wrist as he reached for his belt.
“Steve, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You tell him as he lingers behind you, eyes still locked on Eddie as you turn to him, but something in Eddie’s face changes, a subtle smirk growing.
“Gotta shut him up somehow, right?” Eddie asks.
And they’re both on the edge of shoving their pants down, gaze noticeably locked on one another before you’re panicking, arms thrown up in an attempt to halt whatever was about to commence.
“Wait, fuck—“ You sigh loudly, slumping as they both look at you, “this isn’t fair.”
The silence is telling, both boys completely at your command.
It’s almost impossible not to have fun with this, especially if they weren’t about to let up over the whole ordeal.
“I mean—Steve is definitely a shower,” You admit, “but I don’t think it’s fair unless both of you are—“
“Hard?” Eddie finishes for you, and Steve catches on immediately, that mischievous grin matches yours.
“If you wanted a kiss so bad all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” Steve replies with that puff in his chest, always so sure of himself.
You giggle softly, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek as you lean away from Steve’s reach, looking over at Eddie and back at him.
“Not me, Steve.” You reply sickeningly sweet, eye flicking up knowingly toward Eddie, bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
You weren’t oblivious to the interest that Steve tried so desperately to hide any time he was around Eddie—the teasing, the lingering looks, the constant need to piss him off just to keep him talking. Eddie was just as bad, constantly feeding into whatever game Steve was playing at. They had been friends before, somewhat—but whatever this had become, it brought you all closer. Though, it wasn’t your fault that they were so inherently stubborn and avoiding the fact that they, for a lack of better words, wanted to fuck each other.
And maybe that was a strong way to put it, but they almost seemed scared—scared that it would make you feel a certain way. They were both always so careful with your feelings, two of your closest friends, but your annoyance was at it’s peak and you really couldn’t take it any longer.
“Each other.” You say simply, wagging your finger between the two. “But, of course, drop the pants first.”
“That’s not funny.” Steve retorts.
Eddie shrugs, “I mean, I don’t care.”
You shrug at Steve, pointing at Eddie. “You heard him—get to smoochin’, Steve.”
Eddie laughs at Steve’s shy hesitation, yanking gently at the open hem of his pants, fingers grazing his half-hard cock.
“Come on, big boy,” Eddie teases, smirk pulling at his features, “all talk and no game—seriously?”
That’s what does Steve in, never one to back down from a challenge. He cradles Eddie’s head the same way he does yours, fingers disappearing into his long curls as he pushes toward him, slotting his top lip between Eddie’s, sucking at his bottom gingerly.
It’s just a taste—something to entice Eddie, but it doesn’t take much. He pulls back with a breath, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before diving in fully, tongue splitting Eddie’s mouth open without hesitation, hands idly working at his jeans to shove them down, underwear following as he steps out of them in a fumble, the fabric getting caught at his feet. Eddie takes a little longer, belt snapping in the air as he yanks it from the loops and strips himself too.
“Shirts too?” Steve asks, not directed at any particular person, but you answer seeing as how Eddie is so clearly distracted by Steve’s lips, his neck, the soft pattern of freckles that trace his face.
“Yeah, yeah—“ Your own breath is caught in your throat, despite how good you are at keeping your composure.
This was definitely meant as a joke, maybe a quick peck or two before you’d put an end to their misery—but that wasn’t the case at all.
You felt like you were intruding, but your body was frozen in place and part of you forget the entire cause of this, glancing down at their slowly hardening cocks, shirts being simultaneously ripped over their heads before they fell right back into, Eddie’s hands squeezing along the side of Steve’s neck as he kissed him, letting out the soft sated noises he makes when he’s enjoying himself, eyes closed shut.
Steve’s hand grazes carefully over his own cock, his fingers barely grazing the head of Eddie’s as he squeezes at the base, bringing his fingers up to drag over the tip, openly groaning into Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie chuckles, biting playfully at Steve’s lip, emitting a strained grunt from his chest—and then he’s speaking to you, startling you out of the trance you’ve fallen into, watching two of your best friend’s going after each other so eagerly.
“What’s the verdict, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. He sees the gape in your mouth, the glaze over your eyes and he can’t help it, “Oh shit—you’re into this, aren’t you?”
Steve turns his attention too, “Is that even a question? Look at her.”
“Someone had to force you two to stop ignoring what was obviously there,” You defend, “—I’m not gonna choose, by the way.”
“Oh, come on.” Steve complains, pulling away from Eddie briefly—he’s so unashamed in his nudity that he turns to you, “seriously—what’s it gonna take?”
You shrug stubbornly.
Steve glances over at Eddie, whose pupils are blown to hell with arousal.
“Your bed big enough for three, Munson?” Steve asks, sending you a vivacious smile that makes you blush, shrinking away from him slightly. “We’re gonna settle this.”
“Uh, yeah—should be.” Eddie nods, “But if we’re about to settle who’s better in bed, that’s a given.”
It was definitely not a given—because as much as you’d like to go for one or the other, they were making it impossible.
“Is this too much?” Eddie asks, shifting between your legs as he stretches your thighs open. Steve’s settled behind you, propping you up slightly as he tilts your head up, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation toward this.
“I feel like I should be asking you two that question,” You admit, smiling softly as Steve tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling down at you, “this is my fault.”
“You good with this, Harrington?” Eddie asks idly, kissing at the inside of your thigh before nipping at the skin, causing you to squirm, gasping involuntarily.
Steve nods, making an affirming noise.
“You think you can handle both of us?” Steve asks endearingly, though it’s edged with something else
“At the same time?” You ask incredulously, “No fuckin’ way—“
Eddie’s tongue slides through the center of your cunt, biting gently at your folds. “I don’t think that’s what he means.”
“Good to know it’s on your mind though,” Steve comments, “maybe we’ll try that next time.”
Eddie pulls away briefly, laughing into the apex of your thigh. Steve’s fingers trailing down your bare chest, over the pudge of your stomach until his fingers reach your clit, rubbing slow circles until he can feel your breath starting to quicken. Eddie dives back in soon after, his tongue dipping into your entrance, lapping up the thick juices, sounding shamefully wet already. His nose nudges Steve’s finger, the pressure it applies is fucking sinful, causing you to moan openly, a hand wrapping around Steve’s bicep for support. His eyes never leave your face, so when your eyes go searching, he’s right there waiting.
“So, here’s the plan,” Steve explains—and considering he’s a lot more experienced than both of you, it makes sense, “Eddie’s gonna fuck you first, then me—then you’ll have to make your decision, alright?”
“No promises.” You mumble, before Steve’s nudging your face back up again, eyes darkening.
“You will.” Steve decides, “Trust me.”
Eddie moves up, leaning back on his thighs as he rustles around in his drawer for the spare box of condoms—because in hindsight, there was no way he could’ve prepared for this. So, of course, he’s all out.
“Hey—it’s fine,” You assure him, hand pulling his face toward you, “I trust you—considering I’ve been on birth control for the past year I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
“You always make me wear condoms.” Steve grumbles from above, earning a light shove from you.
“Well, Eddie isn’t going around fucking other girls.” You tell him lightly—it doesn’t come off as catty, more matter of fact. Eddie laughs, closing the drawer.
“So, one point me,” Eddie says, pointing toward himself, before shoving a giant goose egg at Steve, “Harrington, zero.”
The conversation dies rather quickly as Eddie settles back down, nudging the head of his cock at your entrance, teasingly pressing it along your clit, sliding up through your folds in an effort to drive you mad—it always does, his face lighting up every time. Steve’s not watching you anymore either, eyes lingering toward Eddie, roaming the expanse of his body, his face. He’s never watched another man fuck before, despite his confidence. Steve’s had a threesomes before, though very few and far between, never like this. His sexuality wasn’t something he always openly discussed, no one ever questioned it either. And truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he even knew what it was. But, he was attracted to you—and Eddie.
Eddie pushes in slowly, face scrunching up in concentration as it always does—it’s almost like Steve wasn’t even there to him, his mouth coming down to latch onto your neck, kiss you gently, savor the sweet taste of your skin. Sex with Eddie is always slower, more sensual, and maybe you could enjoy it if Steve wasn’t snickering above you so flippantly.
“Dude,” Eddie complains, thrusts slowing as he glances up at Steve briefly before glancing down at you helplessly, “either get busy or get out.”
“Actually,” You pipe up, looking at Steve, “talk to him, Steve—god knows you never shut up when we’re fucking.”
Steve snorts softly, peering up at Eddie from underneath his lashes, smiling dangerously.
“It’s nice, yeah?” Steve inquires, eyebrows jutting up slightly in question, nodding toward you. “Probably the best you’ve had.”
Eddie laughs weakly, his thrusts increasing slightly as he pulls at your thighs, hooking them around his hips more securely. He was gawking up at Steve, leaving you to watch the show with baited breath, eyes squeezing shit every now and then when Eddie hit that particular spot inside of you.
“It’s the only,” Eddie admits, “but it’s fuckin’ perfect. Pussy’s fuckin’ perfect.”
And he’s never been a savant with words, but damn if that doesn’t send an immediate jolt of heat to your core, moaning brokenly.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Steve asks you, breaking his connection with Eddie briefly to glance down, “I’m not even kissing him and it’s driving you crazy.”
You nod dumbly, Steve’s attention flicking back toward Eddie.
“Tell me how she feels.”
Eddie scoffs lightly at that. Eddie’s always talkative during sex, but not in the same way Steve is—Steve is always about praise and making you blush after every other word, while Eddie has no ability to keep his burgeoning thoughts inside, telling you something annoying about his day or his favorite song that week; it’s all very mundane but it’s Eddie.
“Tight, fuck—“ He sighs, gripping your hip harshly as he moved his hips into you faster, face scrunching up slightly as he glared at Steve, who’s smirk hasn’t faded at all, “god, warm too. So fuckin’ warm and soft—“
You whimper desperately, finger squeezing into Steve’s forearm as Eddie thrusts into you, shoving you up Steve’s chest slightly, their own faces nudging together from the close proximity they were in.
Steve nods knowingly, his lips grazing Eddie’s plush ones, pulling back slightly when Eddie leans forward. “It’s not fair to her,” Steve says in a hushed tone, but you quickly respond with a shake of your head.
“Fuck, please,” You beg, “it’s so hot.”
They both laugh at that, forcing you to giggle despite how close you were to your own orgasm. Eddie presses his lips against Steve’s this time, initiating the kiss as he moves against you, fingers gripping you impossibly tighter as Steve’s tongue traces his bottom lip before slipping inside.
It’s messy, all spit and battling tongues as Eddie's hand struggles against the mattress to keep him upright, limbs shaking from execution and the coiling heat in his stomach, grunting into Steve’s open mouth.
“Gonna come,” Eddie whines, “fuck, I’m gonna come—“
“Come inside her.” He tells him.
It does Eddie in immediately, losing his rhythm. Steve’s quick, sneaky in his motions as his hand ghosts over your clit—the attention was never lacking, it’s the one thing you appreciated the most about him. Your orgasm hits you quick, fleeting, eyes connecting with Eddie briefly as he spills inside you, fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises. Surely they would, but you couldn’t be bothered to care.
Steve rubs your arms comfortingly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come back down, head spinning slightly.
“Still with us?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb along the side of your cheek until you connect eyes with him, offering him a small nod. He grins, “Good, my turn.”
Eddie moves slowly, still reeling from the intensity of it all, feeling floaty as he moves to settle behind you. Steve sits up as he takes Eddie’s place in front of you, leaning back on his heels as he lifts you up into his lap, forcing a small gasp from your chest. His fingers find your cunt, rubbing through the mix of your slick and Eddie’s as he pushes it back up inside of you where it starts to spill out.
“Good girl,” He chides, “I need you to keep it all in until we’re finished.”
Steve grips the base of his cock, pushing inside you slowly as Eddie pulls your hair aside, mouthing at the line on your shoulder, your neck, lazy and gentle kisses to remind you that he’s still there.
“Oh fuck,” Steve groans, “s’not fair—you’ve been letting Munson here fuck you without a condom and deprived me of this—“
“Stipulations, Steve.” You sigh, face scrunching up as he lifts you slightly, wrapping your legs around his hips until you have no choice but to throw over the control to him.
“Can’t help that you're a whore, Harrington.” Eddie chuckles, eyes connecting briefly as removes his lips from your skin, “—tell ‘em, sweetheart. Tell Steve how fuckin’ amazing it feels to have me inside you.”
You nod in agreement, a jerky motion of your head as Steve rams into you harshly, pulling a strained whimper from your lips, adjusting your arms around his neck for purchase. Eddie pushes in impossibly closer—Steve buries his face against the other side that Eddie isn’t occupying, leaving a faint bruise in the skin before pulling away, surprisingly met with Eddie’s lips.
“So good.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, words failing to reach you, gasping sharply at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers pressing against your clit, still reeling from the previous orgasm. You could feel it though, that deep seated ache in your belly that was lingering there, waiting. Eddie’s other hand is pulling at Steve’s neck, tongue forcing itself past his lips and devouring him on the spot—if there was one thing about Eddie, he could take your breath away with a kiss, which was evident in the way Steve could barely keep up, having seemingly met his match with Eddie.
“Fuck, it’s too—sensitive, I’m gonna—“ You moan devastingly loud, both of them breaking briefly to attend to you—not that they weren’t already doing so, but they’re lips are puffy and red from kissing each other and they can barely keep their eyes for one another.
You’ve created a monster—but, it was a necessary evil. They had been walking around each other for weeks, tiptoeing around the topic, becoming more and more territorial over you to rile the other one up, it was only a matter of time.
“Fuck, yeah—just like that, baby.” It’s the only nickname that Steve calls you that makes your stomach flutter, his voice softer than normal. Eddie leans in too, fingers still rubbing persistently at your clit as he breaths over your ear, murmuring a soft—
“Look at him,” Eddie comments quietly, “he’s a mess.”
And he was—for a brief second, you didn’t even recognize him. Steve was normally so well managed and put together that the helpless look on his face was completely unfamiliar. His head fell back lazily, pumping into you a finally few times before he’s coming with a soft grunt, letting Eddie work you through your second orgasm—it’s overwhelming, almost too much, feeling your nails dig into the skin of Eddie’s thigh as you curse out a string of obscenities, chest heaving as you came down.
Eddie groans slightly, falling back on his mattress as you follow into a fit of laughter, neither of you able to calm yourself until Steve is settling by your side, staring you both down with a comical look of disbelief.
“So, do you have your answer now?” Eddie interjects beside how valiantly you’ve tried to avoid the topic. “Or, do we need to go again?”
And there’s only one real way out of it.
“Yeah,” You nod, “Me.”
“Oh, that’s bullshit.” Steve quickly recovers, flipping down beside you both, shuffling his pants back on lazily, while you and Eddie couldn’t be bothered. “That’s such a cop out.”
“Are you disagreeing with me?” You press further, the lilt in your voice coming off as a warning.
Eddie laughs softly behind you, “Don’t do it, Steve. You’ll regret it.”
And for once in his life, he doesn’t have a comeback.
“Okay, but back to the original question—“
“It’s Steve.” You admit, earning a dramatic gasp from Eddie, hand clutched over his chest. “Look, you two made me choose, you can’t be mad—“
“You could always try it out for yourself, Munson—if you have doubts.” Steve teases, leaning over you slightly to peer at Eddie, eyes raking his body.
“Mmm, but don’t get your ego up,” You warn him, waving a careful finger at him before pointing at Eddie, “Eddie’s technique is—“
“Are you saying I can’t fuck?” Steve huffs out a laugh, “After that?”
“Eddie’s just—eager.” You smile knowingly, watching as Eddie blushes a deep red, his hand covering himself indecently, the blood rushing to his cock again. “Like, really eager.”
Steve grins menacingly, “Clearly.”
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one, two, three (eddie munson x steve harrington x afab fem reader) PART TWO
gif by gayshipsand anxiety ^
READ PART ONE HERE <3
plot: a casual smoke sesh with you, your boyfriend eddie, and your best friend steve turns into something...... less casual lol
content warnings: smoking/drug use, voyeurism (eddie loves to watch), masturbation, handjob, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected sex, eiffel towering (do u call it eiffel towering if one of the guys is sitting down? nvm), creampie
word count: 2k
a/n: weird gif to use ig but i needed something homoerotic
smut below the cut!
You hum, then sit up. "Okay, your guys' turn."
You are sitting in between them as they lie flat. There's a sense of satisfaction amongst you all, but none of you want this to end. Not anytime soon, at least.
You glance to your right, where Eddie’s hard cock creates an outline in his pants. You lick your lips. Then you turn to your left. Steve is just as hard, but his dark gray sweatpants are less constricting than Eddie’s jeans. His cock creates a visible tent in his pants, making you even hungrier. You turn a bit further to see Steve’s face, and he’s blushing.
“You don’t–” he starts, propping himself up on his elbows, glancing at his own boner. “You don’t have to.”
You look back at Eddie and smirk. He seems like he wants to say something. “What?” You place a hand on Eddie’s thigh, comfortingly.
You watch Eddie meet eyes with Steve, his mouth falling agape. Steve, his cheeks still aggressively pink, doesn’t say anything as Eddie’s eyes trail down to his tent.
“I want to watch you suck him off.” He says to you, almost sweetly. The corner of his mouth flicks upward into a side smile.
You smile and bite your lip. Then turn toward Steve, who seems slightly aghast. “Is that okay, Steve?”
Steve lets out a soft, breathy laugh. “If you want to.”
Your already soaking wet core once again grows warm. You realize you still have your pants on, though they're unbuttoned and halfway down your ass. You lean back, lifting your hips to pull the pants off and kicking them onto the floor.
Your legs are a little shaky when you go to turn around, sitting up on your knees to face Eddie and Steve. Both look at you, a little awestruck. Your pink lace panties hug your hips perfectly, drawing the eye down to your pussy. Steve notices the little wet spot where your slit begins and can feel himself grow even harder.
Eddie pulls his skinny jeans down his legs so he’s only in his boxer briefs. Steve leans back and reaches for the hem of his sweatpants to pull down, but you stop him. “Wait–”
Steve freezes, his thumbs tucked into his pants still, as you scooch so you’re sitting in between his legs. He spread them open a little more, giving you more space.
“Let me.” You place your hands where his hands are, and begin to inch his sweatpants down, along with his boxers. His dick catches on his boxer hemline before springing up. You exhaled sharply, involuntarily. A little shorter than Eddie’s 7 ½ inch cock, but a little thicker too.
You were too busy staring at it (and also Steve, who was staring back at you, nervously awaiting your touch) that you didn’t notice Eddie was getting up from the mattress until you felt the bed tip then bounce back up. His back faced you and Steve as he searched around on his desk. “Mm!” You heard him hum as he grabbed something, pinching it as he happily returned to the bed.
You giggle at your boyfriend, Steve laughs too. It was an old joint that was still long enough to smoke. Eddie smiles proudly as he puts it between his lips, illuminating his face with his lighter as he inhales for a long beat. You can see the paper and pot burn on the other end of the joint.
He sucks the smoke in even deeper, then standing on his knees on the bed, brings his face closer to yours. Your smile gets even wider.
His lips meet yours, touching only in the slightest. His mouth hangs open, as does yours. As he exhales, you inhale. Steve watches the smoke transfer from his mouth to yours. Eddie then moves his free hand to your cheek, pressing his lips against yours as he squeezes his eyes shut, then pulls back sharply.
You turned toward Steve, placing your hands on the bed beside both his hips, putting your whole weight on them. Your belly bends Steve’s cock to press against his own belly. You press your lips against Steve in the same way Eddie did yours. Steve doesn’t hesitate to lean in a little too much, sinking into an actual kiss. As you make out, your’s and Steve’s short breaths exhale puffs of smoke.
You kiss the sides of his mouth. Then his chin. Then up his jawline, until you reached his earlobe. You give him a playful bite right on the lobe, causing him to break a wide smile.
You lean your head on his shoulder for a moment, contorting to see Eddie on the other side of the bed, smoking his joint and watching you with a certain ferocity. His free hand is inside his underwear, stroking slowly.
You go back to kissing Steve’s neck, down toward his collarbone. When you lean toward his chest, you reach a hand up and run your hand through the patches of hair. Eddie hands the joint to Steve, who smokes as you continue to kiss his body.
You give his left nipple the same soft, tender lick he did to yours moments ago. His whole torso jerks with a soft grunt. You giggle at the reaction.
“I’m gonna be honest,” Smoke pours out of his mouth as he speaks, but then he exhales it upward. You meet his eye. “If you don’t touch me soon, I might die.” His brows curved up. He looked so needy.
“I thought you liked waiting for it.” You heard Eddie joke from beside you, as you felt his firm hand on your ass– Gripping softly, caressing.
You lean in close to Steve’s face, and he goes to kiss you, but you back away just enough to turn it down. Instead, you just hover your face an inch away from his. “Me too.” You say just above a whisper. Steve doesn’t reply. You grab Steve’s wrist and bring the joint between your lips, not breaking eye contact.
You pull back and look down at Steve’s cock just as a drop of precum overflows from the tip. Steve sees it too. You meet eyes again. The hand you had placed on his chest moved downward until you were taking him in your fist, using your thumb to swirl the precum around the tip. You exhale the smoke. Your hand begins to move up and down slowly, and Steve’s head falls backward.
“Fucking shit, Y/N,” Steve moans, running a hand through his hair.
“Look who’s swearing now,” You grin, placing a kiss on his collar bone. You lean down further, kissing down his happy trail. Your ass is sticking straight up at this point, giving even more access to your pussy for Eddie. Eddie takes the opportunity to move the part of your panties that covered your pussy to the right. You feel his fingers slip into your slit, rubbing small, slow circles around your already hypersensitive clit.
You let out a drawn-out moan as you took Steve’s cock at the base and let a dribble of spit drop from your mouth onto the tip. You looked up at him just as you did this, and he stared at you with his mouth agape.
As you take him in your mouth, you swirl your tongue around the tip, keeping a firm motion on the base. Eddie is pumping his finger in you at the same pace your head begins to bob in. You moan into Steve’s cock, his hips starting to thrust into your mouth.
Steve takes another short hit of the joint, his breaths too short for a longer inhale. He hands it back to Eddie, who smokes as he fingers you.
You pause the rhythm to force Steve down your throat as deep as you’re able. “Oh, oh shit,” Steve’s torso tenses for a moment, then relaxes when you release with a deep breath. “Fuck, you’re really good at that,” He laughs.
“Mmhm,” You say, smirking. You deepthroat him again, holding his cock inside your throat longer this time. He keeps making these short whimpering noises– “Ah, ah, oh god, mm”– as his shoulders jerk forward.
“God, he’s getting you so fucking wet baby,” You hear Eddie behind you. He pumps another finger in you, causing you to moan as Steve’s dick is jammed down your esophagus. The vibration of your voice causes Steve to jerk forward again.
You pull off of him with a pop, and Eddie quickens his pace. You use your hand to jerk off Steve because your mouth is too busy swearing. “Fuck Eddie,” You gasp. “I need your cock in me.” You turn to face him, watching his gaze shift from your pussy to your eyes. He’s still jerking himself off in his underwear with his other hand. “I need you to fuck me.” You don’t stop jerking Steve, who’s withering beneath your touch.
Eddie takes one last hit from the joint before reaching and putting it in the ashtray. He pulls his underwear down, exposing his perfect cock. You smiled at the sight of it, then looked up at your boyfriend. “Please fuck me, Eddie.”
Eddie bit his lip and moved his gaze back to your core, practically glimmering with your wetness. You watch him line himself up and push himself into you, causing your eyes to squeeze shut. “Fuuuck.” You moan over Eddie’s sighs, pausing your movements on Steve.
Steve can’t help but smile amusingly at you, his eyebrows raised high. Eddie pulls out again, only to enter even harder. You moan with each thrust of his, forgetting for a moment that you had been sucking Steve.
You, a moaning mess, use the movements Eddie is giving you by pushing his hips onto your ass as he pumps into you, to bob your head on the top half of Steve’s cock. Steve huffs. You grip his hip with your right hand for stability, while using your left hand to jerk the bottom half of his cock.
“Yeah, oh god, just like that,” Steve leans fully back against the pillows under him. Eddie starts to thrust in this upward-ish motion that he knows drives you wild. Your eyes flutter close and you whine against Steve, mouth too full of cock to put how good you’re feeling into words.
Until you hear Steve’s breath hitch, and you feel his hand on the back of your head, applying light pressure. “Y/N, Y/N, I’m gonna, oh shit,” You take him deeper, using mostly your mouth to get him off now.
Your moans grow louder with Steve’s, his high turning you on more than ever, already feeling another climax approaching.
You feel a warm liquid spurt into the back of your throat at the same time Eddie snakes his hand around you and rubs your clit furiously. You swallow Steve’s load, releasing him from your mouth and just holding his softer dick in your hand as your pussy tightens around Eddie’s cock.
“Oh baby, you’re so good, you did so good, you feel so fucking–,” Eddie affirms with each thrust, his words slowly slurring into moans. You feel a warmth in your cunt that makes you huff, your pussy tightening and releasing over and over on his dick.
Eddie pulls out of you, and your whole body feels like it’s about to go limp. You pull Steve’s pants up for him, smiling sweetly, before collapsing so your head rests on his stomach.
You lie your head down on Steve’s stomach, relaxing on top of him. Eddie tucks his cock back into his underwear before laying down beside Steve, body turned sideways. He looks at you and pushes away a damp piece of hair from your sweaty forehead.
Steve chuckles abruptly, bouncing your head upward as he did. Eddie and you both look up at him. His chuckles break out into that high laughter you had gotten so used to. “Did that really... happen?” He asks between breaths.
You and Eddie share a glance, breaking out into laughter with him.
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*!*!* Bandages & Kisses *!*!*
Pair: Steve Harrington x Male Reader
Genre: Fluff & Slight Angst
Requested by @gaybitch101
Request : A Steve x male reader where the reader gets hurt by Tommy and Steve cleans his bf up and handles Tommy because Tommy has been talking bad about Steve and his boyfriend
WARNINGS: Homophobia, Bullying, Injuries. (might add more, tell me if there is needed more)
Steve sat in his car, waiting for his boyfriend to come back from class, seeing him leave the building, covered in bruises, walking up to the car, "What happened!? Are you okay!? Who did this to you!?" Steve asked, looking at him, "It's nothing, i'm fine, let's just go home, i hate this fucking place." Y/N said, sitting in his seat, Steve looked at him, sighing, driving home, then pulling up to his house, "I'll clean you up, then can you tell me who did this?" Steve asked, grabbing Y/N's hand, "Fine, you'd never let it go anyways." Y/N said, sitting down on a chair while Steve went to go get the medkit, walking back to him, kneeling down, wetting a cloth, starting to clean up the blood, Y/N flinching at the feeling from the water hitting the injuries, "Relax, it's okay, i'll take care of you." Steve said, smiling, looking up at Y/N, Y/N smiled down at him, nodding, "I love you, Steve." Y/N said, sighing, Steve put bandages on the injuries, kissing Y/N's hand, "I love you too, L/N." Steve said, smiling brightly, "Now, who did this? So i know who's ass to kick." Steve said, Y/N giggled, running his hand threw Steve's hair, "Tommy Hagan, he beat me up and called me slurs, and he said how i ruined your friendship." Y/N said, sighing, Steve looked at him, feeling horrible, a clump of madness building up, "He was the one who ruined it, he was the one being a dick." Steve answered, holding Y/N's hand, "I'll show him who's the real king." Steve said, flexing his muscles, smiling proudly, Y/N let out a small laugh, "Show him, king Steve!" Y/N said, kissing Steve's forehead, hugging each other.
-NEXT DAY-
Steve saw Tommy leaving the gym building, and he stood up, walking towards Tommy, "Hey, Tommy, remember how you hurt my friend?" Steve said, hitting Tommy in the face, "OW! What the fuck, you gay freak!!" Tommy said, trying to get up, but Steve stopped him, punching him again, repeating it, "You really became- a weaker bitch after we stopped being friends, huh, Tommy!?" Steve said, his hand painted with Tommy's blood, spitting on the ground, "You disgust me, Hagan." Steve said, glaring at Tommy, Tommy spat out blood, getting up, punching Steve in the face, "YOU DISGUST ME HOMOTON." Tommy yelled, wiping blood off of his face, Steve felt like a fire was lit inside him, suddenly power & strength just hit him, hitting Tommy again, the two fighting, lots of students gathering around, watching the fight unfold, "THIS. IS. FOR. Y/N." Steve yelled out, kicking Tommy to the ground, walking off, leaving Tommy on the ground, walking to Y/N, sighing, Y/N stared at him, shocked at what happened, "You really didn't have to do that, Steve-" Y/N said, Steve, kissed him, smiling, "I think i did, he deserved it." Steve said, "Now it's my turn to clean you up, Harrington." Y/N said, rolling his eyes, "Gladly." Steve says, giggling, getting in the car.
#steve harrington x male reader smut#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington#steve harring x male reader#steve harrington angst#steve harrington<3#stranger things
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your good will: 36
quality alone time
a/n: well hello guys.... if anyone's still here that is... it's been more than a year. sorry, BUT!! i am back with this series. i'm moving away from my home country in november, so i wanna get on with this story until i move. that's not to say i'll stop writing when i'm there - no, no. but since mine and maggie's stories sorta go in parallel right now (minus the very hot bf), i figured it'd be easier to write these things. mainly, really, i write for one person - myself. sawrry, but it's true! this is my story, my fantasies, whatever yk. writing this story makes me feel less alone, and right now i feel more in love with steve than ever. so i hope you enjoy this chapter and a few new ones to come. it's so hard to write a happy healthy couple because i have no idea what it's like, i don't know if this is even right and isn't too cringey. but i also know i'd be the best girlfriend ever i want steve as my bf. I will not accept anything else. have you seen the gifs of steve & jonathan the writers have posted on twitter? kinda losing my mind laughing at them. also happy spooky season! and happy reading, as always :)
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characters in this chapter: steve harrington, maggie byers (oc), robin buckley, the party
warnings: fluff, smut, p in v (they're not animals, tho, but keep in mind that young adults and teens tend to have crazier hormones than the regular person)
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“Awh, it's our song,” Steve says, getting up off the couch and pulling Maggie up with him, “dance with me.” He tells her in a whisper, and Maggie blushes, and knows she has no choice but to find her feet on the living room make-shift dance floor, agreeing to his plea. Steve holding her hands, looking into her eyes, Maggie blushes even more and lets a smile crawl onto her features. She looks at the screen of his TV. The intro of Speedwagon's “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” plays strongly from the speakers, and Maggie looks up at Steve.
Suddenly she realizes that Steve's making them dance alone together in front of Robin and the kids, an audience, and she feels very self-conscious. She moves closer to him, melting into his hold of arms around her and body reaching close. Just like that, Steve makes Maggie feel like they're the only two people in the world. With their song.
“I can't fight this feeling any longer,” Steve sings along to it in Maggie's ear, “and yet I'm still afraid to let it flow,” Maggie smiles warmly into his chest, her forehead resting against him, “what started out as friendship has grown stronger,” Steve lifts Maggie's chin so she'd look up at him, and she giggles at Steve's raised eyebrows and amused looks on his face. Well, she couldn't really count it as friendship - what their relationship started out on - it could be called ‘acquaintances in dangerous situations who decided to hang out just before christmas but it was clear from the first hang out that between them was already more than friendship’, and that's part of the reason she finds this all amusing. Her patching his beat-up face up was what kicked the whole thing off, really, “I only wish I had the strength to let it show.” Steve caresses her cheek and kisses it after.
Through their song, Steve hugs Maggie close and sways them like two penguins in a slow dance between the TV and the guys lounging on the couch. The cute little predicament reminds her of the day “Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore” became her and Steve's song. He played it when he asked her to be his girlfriend. January 23rd. Cold, snowy night in Hawkins. He sang along to every line, because he meant every line, and no song ever before had put his feelings into words quite as clearly as that one. He told her he figured he's not always that good with words, so when someone's written them before he could think them, it's a good choice to go with to tell her how he feels.
Maggie remembers how she said yes, and how special it made her feel to be asked to be his girlfriend, much less anybody's girlfriend at all. No boy had really come into her life ever before, and to have this kind of connection with someone made her over-the-moon ecstatic. If she'd had any proper friends then, besides her mom and two brothers, she'd tell all of them. If she was in the school paper, that would be top news. The question made her so happy she could have screamed it so loud that astronauts in space could have heard her.
The words are so special to both of them, and hit close to heart each time they hear them. It's uncanny how true to their relationship and its context the lyrics are.
“My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you
I've been running 'round in circles in my mind
And it always seems that I'm following you, girl
'Cause you take me to the places
That alone I'd never find
And even as I wander
I'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night.”
Maggie presses her forehead to Steve's, and both of them smile. They're still in their own world until the Party breaks the invisible seal and reminds them of their surroundings. “Look at them,” comes Robin's voice quietly, with a snicker at the end. The kids smile.
“Our baby-sitter parents are so cute,” Dustin joins in, and everyone has a laugh. Steve and Maggie crack into chuckles, too, and Maggie turns in Steve's arms to face the group, “you guys actually remind me of Suzie and me.” The young boy says, waving an index finger in the air. The Party break into exclamations of “no way!” and laughter. Even Steve laughs, his hair tickling Maggie's shoulder as his head hangs low, and Maggie just keeps smiling.
“Yeah, right,” Lucas laughs it off.
“No, it's true. The two of us are so much like these guys,” Dustin argues, “and now you all know that she is real, you can stop doubting it.”
“How could we forget?” Max asks. “Turn around… look at what you see-eee-eeee!” She starts to sing and the rest of the kids join her, laughing. Robin gets up from the couch and wrings Maggie out of Steve's grasp.
“I'll steal your girlfriend for just a bit, Steve,” she tells the older boy, who starts to frown, “we've got a party to plan.” Oh, right, Maggie had almost forgot. Steve's birthday party. The boy in question nods and runs a hand through his hair.
“Oooh, can we come?” Dustin asks, disrupting the Party's horribly off-key rendition of Never-Ending Story, directing all their attention to the older guys.
Steve points a finger at Dustin and, accidentally in unison with Maggie and Robin, tells him a stern “No. Not happening.” The girls giggle and walk from the lounge inside the kitchen, out of sight and hearing of the chaos that is about to pursue, called “Steve lists off good reasons for young kids to not come to his birthday party”.
“I'm so excited, look–I even got a notebook just for this!” Robin muses, pulling the mentioned notebook with a red cover out of her bag that's laying near-by. She slams it on the kitchen island and Maggie reads the words written on the front in permanent marker: “STEVE'S BIRTHDAY BASH”.
“Haha, that's great,” she tells Robin, “you're just a little more prepared than I am.” She admits and sighs, looking on dreamily as Robin opens the notebook. She notices Maggie's voice fading after saying that, and guesses that it must be because of everything that's happened, how it's still overwhelming her.
“Don't worry, we're a team at organizing this party,” Robin reminds her and nudges Maggie's shoulder with her own playfully, making the other girl smile, “so, guest list–who do we want there?” She asks and clicks a pen to write names down.
“Uh…” Maggie taps the kitchen island surface, thinking hard, “oh, the the basketball team. And swim team.” She says, and noticing that Robin isn't writing any names down, she takes the notebook and pen from her and begins writing the boys' names down. “It's okay, I know their names.” She assures Robin, and she nods.
“How big do you want this party to be, exactly?” She asks Maggie, and she shrugs.
“Um… well, I don't know. You said you had the idea to invite everyone, just for the fun of it. Would be cool if a lot of people would show up, actually,” she answers, “maybe I shouldn't even make a guest list and we should just… put flyers up everywhere - whoever wants to come, can come.” Maggie suggests.
“Yeah, but that could include people we wouldn't exactly want to show up,” Robin reminds her, and, catching her eye, Maggie realizes who she means.
“Tommy and Carol,” she says with a nod. But then Robin shrugs.
“But what if they do come? So what,” she says, “Steve won't care as long as he has, uh, you there.” Robin scratches out the names of football players Maggie managed to write down and just writes “EVERYONE” on the list.
“Really?” Maggie asks, looking up at Robin, and she nods surely.
“Really, I promise,” she says, “seriously, you light up not just the room when he sees you, but the whole world. I haven't known him that well, but when you guys started dating, it's like nothing else was important to him, nothing else made him as happy as you. Just seeing you in school or whatever.” Robin says matter-of-factly, casually, like it's no big deal. “Even if some of more my crowd comes, he won't mind. Maybe he'll freak out for half a minute, but after that he'll just forget. Won't care at all.” Robin shrugs and smiles at Maggie. She flips to a page where the words “FOOD & DRINKS” are written at the very top. Maggie rests her chin in her hand and sighs quietly.
She knew she had some sort of effect on Steve, like how he totally forgot about Tommy and Carol being at the skating rink because he was having a date there with Maggie, or how he actually learned to like properly studying in the last months of school, also because of her, and how he's generally become a less grumpy person to everyone, seeing how Maggie does it so easily.
Maggie wouldn't really be the person to notice this, because she never really knew Steve's communication with girls prior to her, but last fall, Steve was becoming closer with Dustin and giving him advice on girls… “Just act like you don't care.” “Even if you do?” “Even if you do. Drives them nuts.” Which, frankly, isn't the best advice, because girls like to be shown that they're important to someone, anyone. Maggie made Steve realize that. Because of Maggie, Steve learned how to get a girl's attention and how to talk to one without that technique. He learned how to let himself be involved with someone without holding anything back. You care, you show it, you're interested in someone, you show them, you act on it. You don't like something, you say it, you talk it out. Maggie made Steve drop the stereotypical behavior that made him so cool and popular in that regular high school of theirs, and it made him kind of a dick to girls.
What stopped him being a dick to girls was the whole ordeal with Nancy those two years ago. That also made him lose his hardly-any-kind-of friends - Tommy and Carol, because their true colors came out and Steve realized he's not like those kind of people at all, and doesn't want to be. He changed for the better - many things caused it, but Maggie, he and Robin would assume, most of all changed him. To be loved is to be changed, right? Maggie would never assume she'd have any effect on anyone or their lives, she's just… good old Maggie. Other people noticing her effect on Steve just makes it all the more real, therefore a little more unbelievable. Is she like actually making his life better, and has made him better? He's told her that in many ways multiple times, and has expressed his gratitude in lots of ways, too. Yet it still doesn't really stick in her stubborn mind.
“Alright, would he want a cake? Or no cake?” Robin asks, diverting Maggie's thoughts, breaking her out of the thought essay she's began to write in her wandering mind.
“Um, I could make one. We could do decorations together.” She answers, then looks up at Maggie. “Or make the whole cake together, if you want.”
“I'm kind of a kitchen hazard, but thanks for asking,” Robin nervously replies, “okay, cake,” she writes the word down, “what about other foods?”
“You can just be in the kitchen while I make it,” Maggie suggests, “I'd appreciate the company.”
“Oh,” Robin says quietly, “uhh, yeah, of course, no worries.” Robin's not really used to being invited to things, or included in them. She does have some friends, but they all have other friends, who are always the first option, not Robin. This is a nice offer. “Wh-when do you wanna make it?”
“I think Friday, a day before his birthday. Leave it in the fridge over night and it's gonna be fresh as ever on the day of,” Maggie says, “other snacks… well, I don't know. I don't really have that much money, so we could ask people to bring baskets or something.”
“Couldn't you ask Steve for money?” Robin butts in, and Maggie looks at her with slightly confused eyes. They're like Bambi eyes to Robin. “Oh, crap, was that the wrong thing to ask? Was that really rude of me just now?” Robin grows nervous. She's not the best at social etiquette.
Maggie knows that about Robin, but she wouldn't wanna make her feel awkward. “Not really, no,” she answers, “you're really practical in these things, Rob, and that's not a bad thing.” Maggie sighs. “I know Steve has a lot of money - well, mostly his parents do. My family doesn't, and… I just don't like asking for money. Especially from him, and since it's for his birthday party.”
“Well, I promise you he's ready to do anything for you,” Robin says, “but sorry, I shouldn't have asked and made this all… awkward.” She chuckles dryly, trying to ease the tension. Maggie puts her hand over Robin's, making the girl look at her. Maggie has a comforting smile on her face.
“You didn't,” she assures, “and you're forgiven, if that helps.” She tells Robin and pats her hand before withdrawing it. Robin feels so… comforted suddenly in her presence, but also all the more nervous. They're the same age, and Maggie's shorter than her, but most times Robin feels intimidated by her for no apparent reason. Intimidated in a good way, though, if that can even happen.
“Wow, you really are the angel Steve believes you are,” Robin blurts out, making them both laugh. Maggie just can't believe these compliments about herself, “okay, so we'll include 'bring your own basket and booze' in the flyers. What else? What time does the party start?”
“Hmm, I'd say… five? Six?”
“In the morning?” Robin jokes.
“Yeah, morning exercises for every teenager in town,” Maggie continues the joke, making them both laugh again. They go back and forth with jokes while planning out the party, even adding a schedule, because, although Steve keeps telling Maggie how he hates to be on display, the center of attention, and likes things be done privately, she knows he'll appreciate the surprise she's planned for him. Gifting him his special mixtape–a Byers signature gift–and making a toast to him in front of everyone in the middle of the party, around nine pm. The girls figure that will be the perfect time for a toast, and also an opportunity for other people to say what they want to Steve, though Maggie hopes no one takes it as a chance to embarrass Steve or play some nasty prank. She always wants everything to be on time, in harmony and perfect on someone’s special day.
“A mixtape. That’s such a cute gift,” Robin compliments Maggie’s idea, “anything else special planned?” Robin asks after Maggie whispers a quiet ‘thanks’, and now the shorter girl gently butts an elbow into Robin’s side at the question.
“Wouldn’t you love to know…” she jokes along, “okay, I think we’ve just about planned everything. We’re gonna need to get precious stuff that’s lying around the house up to Steve’s parents’ bedroom, and lock the room, just in case.”
“What about his room?” Robin asks, writing down ‘hide precious stuff in locked bedroom’ in her notebook.
Maggie shrugs. “He doesn’t mind if people go in there,” she states, “we could tell people to put gifts there–if they have a gift for Steve, that is.” She’s not very hopeful that more than three people will bring a gift. Most guests will just come and use the opportunity to drink themselves full. “Okay, what else…”
“Any rules for smoking or going in the pool?” Robin suggests.
“Eh, no,” Maggie answers, “smoke everywhere, swim–whatever. Maybe a no peeing sign for the pool.”
“Ooh, I can make that,” Robin says and writes it down in the to-do list as well, “any theme or dress code?”
Maggie shakes her head. “Nah,” she says, “people take that seriously only on Halloween.” She admits with an airy chuckle. “I think that’s it, huh? I’m kinda excited. Big high school summer party. Well, if a lot of people come, that is.”
“They will. I mean, you and I both know how popular Steve was in school,” Robin reminds her, “but most people will just come to drink, as you said.”
“Did you go to that Halloween party last year? I can’t remember whose it was, but that was an insane one,” Maggie tells her, but Robin shakes her head.
“I wasn’t invited,” she shrugs off.
“Me neither,” Maggie admits, “Jonathan kinda took me as his plus one, but I didn’t stick around for long. Such chaos.”
“Oh, wait, was that the party where Jonathan took Nancy home because she’d had too much to drink?” Robin recalls hearing something about it, and Maggie nods just as Steve comes into the kitchen. She hopes Robin won’t pull on the thread she’s whisked out. Wide eye glances exchanged, Steve feels a strange air in the room.
“How’s it going with the planning?” He asks.
“We’re just about finished,” Maggie answers, peeling herself off the kitchen island and heading to the fridge for a cold drink. Robin reminding her of the faithful Halloween party kinda threw her mood off-course.
“Great, cause the Beach Boys are about to get on stage,” Steve says.
“Ooh, my mom loves them,” Robin muses, “I’ll leave my notebook here, Steve, don’t you open it!” She tells him before walking back to the lounge. Maggie closes the fridge with a cold Coca-Cola in hand and sees Steve reading the title of the notebook. He chuckles.
“I won’t read it, don’t worry,” he assures his girlfriend, “I like surprises like this. Whatever you two have planned will be great.” Steve looks at Maggie and gives her a sweet smile. She returns one and comes closer to him, leaning into his embrace. They sway quietly and slowly to no particular rhythm in the empty kitchen.
“Is everyone having fun in there?” Maggie asks, the back of her head resting on Steve’s chest.
“Without a doubt,” he answers, “had to do some real convincing so Dustin or anyone else wouldn’t dare come to our party.” Maggie laughs at that. Those are a few head-strong kids in Steve’s lounge.
“I hope at least ten people comes to the party,” Maggie quietly wishes, “we went with the idea to just invite everyone. Robin said you wouldn’t mind.”
“Sure I won’t,” Steve assures, “Robin hasn’t really been to a party like this before, it will be fun for her. As long as you both are there, I don’t care who comes.” Maggie blushes and stands on her tiptoes to kiss Steve’s cheek. “You’re my best friends, you know.”
“Awh,” she says, snaking one of her hands up to the back of his head, scratching gently at his roots. Steve's eyes drop closed and he hums in what's lightly put as agreement to the motion, and Maggie smiles wider.
“How I love your hands in my hair,” he says in half-a-whisper.
“I know,” Maggie reminds him, “you'll get more later, when we're alone,” she makes sure to press her body into his more, knowing the effect that will have on him. Steve's grip on their intertwined hands around her waist tightens and he answers to her melted body against his with a push forward, gently pushing them both into the kitchen island, “I can't wait.” Maggie sighs, and presses a kiss to Steve's neck. She keeps at least one eye open for the entrance of the kitchen, in case anyone comes barging in.
“What if we…” Steve starts to say, one hand of his trailing down to Maggie's thigh, “skip ahead a little?” He suggests all while trying not to turn his words into moans with Maggie's hand raking his roots. Maggie smiles, turns around in his arms, pressing her back into the island, and pulls Steve closer, both hands in his hair, and a leg hiked over his hip. Steve's lips are immediately on hers, any caution towards the others in the house thrown to the side.
“We practically have… a full house,” Maggie reminds him between kisses and heaved breaths. Steve's hand slips under her shirt, raising goosebumps along her waist as it discovers the skin there for the hundredth time in their lives. Maggie is nearly fully laid on the kitchen island now, their bodies moving against each other border-line hungrily.
“I could ask them to leave,” Steve comes up with a solution, and Maggie just quietly laughs at the idea. She lays a fleeting kiss on his lips before squirming out from beneath him, regaining her breath, “uh, hello?” Steve exclaims in confusion, running a hand through his hair and looking at his girlfriend with wide eyes. His hair looks wild as Maggie admires his overall disheveled character, sipping on her cold Cola with a grin threatening to break into chuckles. These exact words from him remind her of the time when it was them both against the Party in Maggie's kitchen, when they had the bright idea to leave the house and distract the demo-dogs.
“Tempting, but… no,” Maggie tells him teasingly, still holding back from laughing out loud. Teasing her boyfriend is more fun than she expected. Before Steve can argue back or do anything to still hold her back, Maggie flees the kitchen, well on her way to the lounge. Now Steve's all hot and bothered and has a house full of guests. He shakes his head with a subtle smile on his lips, realizing what she's getting at. He's not sure she's done this before, Maggie's always been shy and private about these things. Oh, he'll get her back, later.
Steve returns to the lounge just as Beach Boys are finishing their first song, and he brings with him a Coca-Cola for everyone. “Here you guys are,” Steve hands everyone their drinks and receives many thanks, and then returns to the spot next to Maggie with a sigh. She smiles at him, tilting her head up at him, and Steve smiles back. He puts his arm around her and shifts his attention to the TV while Maggie gets comfortable in his hold.
They all laze around the lounge, singing and dancing to the songs playing, until the sun starts to set. Dustin and Steve have their fun to Queen's performance televised from London, Will and Robin have a great time during the Thompson Twins show, Max and El rave out to Madonna, and over-all the Party have a great time together with the baby-sitters to the largest pop music charity gig there ever could be. When the kids get to leaving, because they fell asleep just now at Phil Collins' set, Robin says they're about to miss the most fun.
“Duran Duran are about to get on,” she protests, standing in front of the TV, between the kids at the doorway and Maggie and Steve on the couch.
“Nah, it's okay, we'll watch at home,” Mike says with a dismissing hand gesture, “my house is closest, so we'll go there.” He looks around his friends, and they all nod. Maggie notices Will smiling, and seeming as close to his friends as he always was, before the whole misunderstanding this summer.
“Yeah, we better leave the babysitter parents alone,” Dustin tells Robin in less than a quiet whisper than he'd intended to. Maggie and Steve act like they know nothing about it as Robin looks them over. Ugh, she missed a cue again. And somehow Dustin always seem to know everything, pick up on little hints and quirks. Steve's thankful for that, because this is less awkward than asking everyone to leave at some point would be. But the kids made that decision themselves, thankfully.
“Oh, well, I'll split with you guys, then,” Robin decides with a shrug of her shoulders, and Dustin smiles, nodding, “Maggie, I'll see you next week.” She salutes her, and Maggie does the same.
“Yeah, I'll call you,” she confirms, “thanks for coming, you guys.” Maggie tells all the kids, and they mumble each their own thing in response, including a string of 'byes' as they leave the room. Maggie and Steve wave at Robin and the group as Robin follows the group out.
“Bye, get home safe!” Steve calls after them, their laughter fades out across the house. And then they shut the door behind them, all that's left in the house is the noise from the TV. “Well, hello, teaser,” Steve greets Maggie in a low voice and attacks her with tickles to her sides and kisses to her neck. She immediately explodes with laughter, tries to squirm away, but has no choice. She squeals and yelps, swatting Steve with her hands until he lets up and just smiles at her, laying now below him on the sofa, “you didn't tease me in the kitchen, right? That was someone else.” Steve jokes as Maggie regains her breathing, but she can't, because this makes her laugh even more.
She locks her legs around Steve's waist, pulls him lower down to her, “No, that wasn't me,” she says and takes Steve's face in both hands, “I was just getting a Cola,” she says in a played-up innocent voice, “why, did I get you all high and dry?” Maggie teases and slips her hand into Steve's shorts. He raises his eyebrows at her, noting once again her sudden boldness in these matters.
“You could say that,” he breathes and waits for Maggie's next step. She doesn't do much, just teases him some more with her hand ghosting over his growing erection, a grin spreading her lips. She knows what she's doing. But she stops, her hand traveling up to his happy trail, a finger just tracing it upwards. Seeing the defeated look on Steve's face, she bursts into giggles, as if he'd started tickling her again, “you are a tease.” Steve says with a shake of his head. Maggie shrugs and keeps one hand at the bottom of Steve's chest and the other on his cheek, caressing it softly.
“Do you like it?” She quietly asks and Steve nods, though not completely sure.
“Yeah, I did,” he finally tells her and kisses her lips slowly, feather-like, “my sweet girl,” Steve nicknames her quietly in her ear, laying a kiss right next to it, making Maggie's heart flutter just like it did when they first started to go out together. She smiles and gently holds the hand that Steve cradles the side of her porcelain face with. She loves it when he touches her face, and is so glad he picked up on it at one point in time by himself, because she is too shy to ever say it out loud.
Steve has a similar thing, he'd be lying if he said her holding his cheek didn't turn him into complete putty, putting him at her total mercy, succumbing to her completely. Of course, he's always at her mercy. He's just glad to finally be alone with her–kids always getting in the way. Now it's quite the perfect setting - love songs playing in the background from the still-going concert, they're alone in the house, how much more perfect could it be?
Steve nips and kisses at her neck, ever so sensitive, as his and Maggie's bodies are already moving in tandem against each other. Their legs tangled together, heating each other up more and more with every second, this Indiana heat wave has nothing on them working each other up. Maggie nearly feels like she can't breathe, like she forgot how to.
She pushes Steve's hair away from his face, bringing him down to her kissed-a-million-times lips, and that seems to have helped the shortage of air thing. “Steve,” Maggie sighs his name so heavenly to him, making both of them have deja-vu. She hikes her dress up higher, so it's be easier for Steve a few moments later.
“Baby,” he mewls back, hands now roaming all over Maggie, touching every spot of her like live wires, “y'make me feel like we're in my car again, and it's cold outside.” Steve confesses, and Maggie chuckles, because that's what she was thinking, too. Their first proper make-out in his car. It was winter. “Only your hands aren't cold.” Steve smiles and kisses her jaw again. Maggie's smile stretches wider.
“And we have nowhere to be, and no curfew,” she adds on, and chuckles at Steve for making a half-moan at those reminders. She'd think no curfew turns him on. Steve pulls away from her for just a moment to take his shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch, but returns to her just as quickly and gives kisses to the inside of her hands, gives kisses all over them.
“God, I love these hands,” he tells Maggie, and she catches his eyes just for a split second, a bit of a crazy look in them. She knows he gets that way when he's really riled up, “and I love this face,” Steve says with pursed lips, grabbing both sides of Maggie's face and kissing all over it, too. She tries to laugh, because it sort of tickles and Steve's sudden madness is amusing, but she's nearly suffocated by him, so her laughter comes out muffled, “and I love this girl.” He kisses Maggie's lips and looks right at her to see the beautiful expression of her smiling now, too. He's sure there is no sight more beautiful than Maggie Byers smiling.
“Bet you love being inside me more,” Maggie bites back at him, pulling him down to her again, now right between her legs, her pulsating crotch on his very much hard one. This boldness that keeps showing up in Maggie puts Steve back a moment, he looks at her in played-up disbelief with his lips parted, though a devilish grin is growing on them. She just shakes her head, Steve looking at her making her feel embarrassed, “come on, just get in there.” A deep blush growing on her cheeks.
“My, my, my,” Steve says in-between pants while adjusting his underwear and then Maggie's, complying to her straight-forward request right away–you don't need to tell him twice. When he enters her, the laughter leaves the room for just a little while, quiet noises of adjustment and the start of pleasure filling in for the moment, “you're so right, Maggie,” Steve heaves in her ear, his hand interlinking with hers as he starts to move at the slow pace he knows Maggie likes. He loves being inside her, it's just indescribable, unrepeatable. Maggie bites her lip, hardy able to concentrate on whatever Steve is saying or wants to say when she's looking up at him. His hair has fallen out of the place Maggie tucked it into just moments ago, golden-brown streaks of hair with blonde highlights here and there falling over his forehead. Steve's eyes are the usual beautiful brown that they are, eyebrows knit together in intense concentration, his cheeks pink over the summer tan, his lips parted. His other arm is strained over Maggie, gripping the armrest, his famous thin, gold chain swaying above her. He is just so breath-taking that she can't look away, neither can she think of or concentrate on anything else, “you bold, bold girl.” Steve says with a faint grin on his lips.
Maggie chuckles, shakes her head, almost tries to hide from him behind the one hand covering her face. But Steve moves that hand away with the knot of their intertwined hands, uncovering her blushing, plump cheeks and beautiful, thoughtful eyes, even if they are filled with shyness. They look into each other's eyes, watch as their lips part with their heavy breaths and moans that fuel their desire for one another. Steve's the first one to crack - literally cracking up with giggles out of nowhere - his head now resting on Maggie's chest. She starts giggling, too, Steve being just that infectious, and they soon become an intertwined mess of laughs, moans and panting. Neither of them would wish it any other way.
“I love you so much,” Steve says out of breath right when he knows he's not far from that push off the edge. And he recognizes Maggie's body language so well that he knows she's not far, either, “my pretty girl,” Steve muses, “I know you're close.”
“Yeah, Stevie,” Maggie confirms in her own heave of breath, “you feel so good inside me,” she confesses to him, and Steve moans. He loves praise just as much as she does. Steve runs his free hand up the inside of Maggie's thigh, lifting it higher and wider up, therefore reaching a deeper spot inside her with his length. It makes the girl whine, her back coming off the couch, “ah, just like that.” She praises to him. “C-Can you go faster?” She requests, though shy in doing so, because she's known to like taking things slow.
It surprises Steve, but he nods. “Yeah,” he heaves, “yeah, of course.” He rests both forearms by Maggie's head, knowing it will be easier this way, and quickens his pace inside her. Maggie holds onto Steve's frame with the hand that's not intertwined with his, and adjusts to the new change. Both their breathing weighs heavier, their bodies hot against each other, intertwined, eye contact stronger than the poor couch they’re driving out of its place. “Like that, baby?” Steve checks in, and only gets the best answer ever - a high-pitched moan from Maggie he’s not sure he’s head before.
“Yeah,” Maggie whines, her head falling back as he continues to thrust into her. God, it feels like heaven. She wouldn’t have expected herself to like this fast, but something was missing and this was it. Steve’s hitting all the right spots inside her, grazing her walls in such a torturingly pleasure-filled way, nearly making her see stars. Feels like he’s killing her, but in the best way on earth, “Steve…”
“Baby,” Steve responds in the same tone of desperation, eroticism, pleasure, “gonna make you come, baby girl,” he promises her. Baby girl is new in nicknames, Maggie discovers, though barely conscious, but oh, how she loves it. She whimpers and clings to Steve as she feels herself finally reach that point, that sacred point she’s been teasing Steve and herself to come to for almost a whole day, “thaaaaat’s it, fuck…”
Steve stills inside her, reaching his orgasm in time with hers, filling her walls up with ribbons of his come, a quiet whisper of her name as his mantra. He rest his head on her chest, feels her hand tracing from his shoulder up to his hair, and hears Maggie not being able to say anything other than his name as she goes through and comes down her own release, just whispering it a barely audible volume. Her breaths come in long, heavy exhales, and she lays done under Steve, drifting back into reality. He moans at the heavily feeling of her fluid milking his length, warm, welcoming, familiar.
“You're incredible,” he praises in the midst of a mind-blowing orgasm, “that was amazing,” Steve says in a heave of breath and looks up at Maggie, those big, beautiful brown eyes staring at her through his fallen strands of thick hair. Maggie runs her hand through them to see his face, and she smiles, nodding.
“Yeah, that really was… somethin’,” she tells him as he gently pulls out of her, making her mutter a whimper at the end of her sentence. He sits up before her, bare chest with chest hair and his happy trail in all their glory just for Maggie to see, and she bites her lip as she takes him in. Never fails to make her swoon - seeing her boyfriend bare-chested. Steve sends her a wink and slaps his underwear back on, taking care of hers right after, sliding it back up her pretty legs.
He pulls her up with him so Maggie can sit in his lap, his back pressing into the couch, Maggie getting comfortable on top, and they embrace each other. Their breathing is still somewhat heavy, irregular at least. Maggie locks her hands at the back of Steve’s neck and pulls back a little, just to take another look at him. Hair wild, cheeks tinted pink, lips parted, eyes staring back at hers. She smiles sweetly at him.
“Baby girl, huh?” She asks, and Steve smile cheekily, a chuckle bursting through him, humming throughout Maggie. “I loved it when you called me that,” she admits, and Steve raises his eyebrows.
“I could feel that, yeah,” he says and pulls her back close to him by her waist, “really did the trick for you, baby girl.” Steve teases, bumping his nose with Maggie’s, it makes her giggle. He can feel the immediate effect that the nickname has on her in her body language, in how she breathes, how her hips still a little, yet yearn for closer touch, how her cheeks tint a raspberry color.
She kisses him on the lips heavily, finger pads once again going into the roots of his hair. “Stop, you’ll get me hot and heavy again,” Maggie warns him with a slight grin on her face. Steve smiles wide.
“What if I do…” he inquires, though rhetorically in part, looking at her in their closeness. His hands roam the skin under her shirt, still hot to the touch from their shenanigans.
“Well, then I’ll touch your hair again just how you like it,” she answers the question, “and we’d be at it all night.” Steve raises his eyebrows.
“I wouldn’t be complaining,” he tells her, and makes her laugh again. Maggie shakes her head as she laughs and moves around so she’d be laying back-first in her boyfriend’s hold, now both of them facing the TV, “wow, it’s still going.” He says, seeing the broadcasted stage and audience on the screen.
“Yeah, it’s not even that late yet,” Maggie reminds him.
“With you time works differently for me,” Steve admits to her and lays a kiss on her neck. Maggie smiles. How lucky she truly is.
“I love you,” she hums to him, momentarily looking up at him, and sees him almost upside down, which makes her giggle.
“And I love you,” Steve responds, hand caressing Maggie's cheek, “my beautiful girl.” She tucks her head into his neck, bends her legs in his lap, gets comfortable in his hold altogether. “Wanna watch a movie after this?”
“Yeah, that'd be fun,” she says, and suddenly it dawns on her. They spent most winter and spring evenings watching movies at Steve's house together, both got to pick the movies, after study sessions or even right after school. She's not gonna have that anymore when she moves away. She won't get a call from him asking her to come over, she won't be able to come over.
It dawns on Maggie how much she'll miss those nights. How much she'll miss Steve. She hugs herself all the more closer to him because of it, suddenly feeling very emotional, like she could either burst into a fit of hysterical laughter or start crying at any trigger either way. She tries to smile, but a sad expression paints across her face. And she can't shake this small epiphany.
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can you do steve harrington x always happy reader i saw it the other day and i’m curious as to what your take on it is
ps i love your writing keep up the good work 🥸
i love this ask. it warms my heart 😌
i made it unnecessarily short for some reason. if yall want a part 2 hit me up.
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“Hey! Stevie! I have- oof!” You found something you wanted to show your boyfriend. All of the little findings you have you always show him. It’s almost your favorite thing to do.
Both of you were at a lake house and Steve was inside trying to prepare some food for you and your friends that had come with you. You were still swimming when you had spotted something shiny on the bay. Darting to go get it, you found a cool rock. It was shaped really weirdly though. But you wanted to show your boyfriend your discovery. So, you had started to run to the house. But you tripped and fell when you were so close. And you fell on concrete.
Steve turned his head and looked out the window to see you lying face down and he already knew you fell. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, he could just turn around and he would know that you did not randomly decide to take a nap there (which you have done a few times).
He started heading outside, he wasn’t in a hurry, but he was at the same time.
The man knew you would be hurting, but you would brush it off because you wanted to show him something you thought was cool or you found something. But you were his baby, so he would always patch you up and would always care for you while you would be ranting.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way. This is exactly what he does. And he will do it again, over and over.
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🖤 Prompts list is closed 🖤
FLUFF
1. "I could get used to waking up next to you, actually."
2. "You two are such a cute couple!" (jq x reader)
3. "Am I your lockscreen?" (Modern!eddie)
4. "I missed you so much." (rockstar!eddie)
5. "Stay the night?" (eddie x cheerleader!reader)
6. "Can we stay like this forever?"
7. "Have you seen my sweatshirt?" (eddie x cheerleader!reader)
8. "I think I'm in love with you." (jq x reader)
9. "I'm going to marry you one day." (rockstar!eddie)
10. "You're adorable when you ramble." (eddie x tutor!reader)
11. "You're lucky you're hot." (Eddie x cheerleader!reader)
12. "I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot." (rockstar!eddie)
13. "Well this is awkward." (co-worker!steve)
SMUTTY
14. "I'll be gentle, I promise."
15. "Don't kink shame me." (eddie x cheerleader!reader)
16. "Fuck, do that again." (Older!Eddie x reader)
17. "You did all this for me?" (tattoo artist!eddie x best friend!reader)
18. "If you can't sleep... do you want to have sex?" (dad!eddie)
ANGST (inc. hurt/comfort. Fluffy endings only on this blog)
19. "We never got the timing right, did we?"
20. "Just let me take care of you." (nurse!steve)
21. "Can you please come and get me?" (eddie x cheerleader!reader)
22. "I used to daydream about us." (jq x reader)
23. "I never thought I'd be the one to hurt you." (eddie x cheerleader)
24. "My mum asked about you again." (jq x reader)
25. "Am I too late?" (best friend!eddie x reader)
MISC BLURBS
Swear Jar (dad!eddie feat. Gremlin)
Hi! It's my birthday week and I'm celebrating by doing a drabble-a-thon (and clearing out my inbox!)...
Step 1. Choose a trope or AU (anything you can think of or check out this handy dandy list I posted yesterday)
Step 2. Choose a prompt from below the cut (once prompts have been requested I'll strike it out, then link the blurb once written.)
Step 3. Put it all together and send it my way! 💌
If none of that floats your boat, just send me a nice message (tell me about your day, or something you’re looking forward to) OR send me your own headcannon. I just want to celebrate with this awesome community ❤️
Reminder, I’m primarily writing for Eddie and Steve/ Joseph and Joe. But feel free to request any characters listed on my disclaimer or masterlist.
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Season of The Witch (Steve Harrington x OC)
Chapter Sixteen: Who's Your Daddy?
Masterlist
About me
Summary: “It’s the time of the season, when love runs high,” she sings along. Clueless to her tone or volume as the headphones act as a barrier. “In this time give it to me easy, and let me try with pleasured hands. To take you in the sun to promised lands, to show you every one,” her hands extend outward, letting the music carry her into a sense of freedom as she continues to sing into the sky. “It’s the time of the season for loving.”
Warnings: GOOD VIBES. THAT'S ALL. GIVE AUTUMN A BREAK.
Word Count: 2,091
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It’s been thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes since Autumn last spoke.
“Skipped class and smoked weed. Big fuckin’ deal.”
The words playing on loop in her mind, followed by the slam of her door. They held an unfamiliar weight, grabbing her by the throat to throw her down into a pit of guilt and shame, holding her there until she suffocated. Though Autumn wasn’t the happiest with her father, she’s also never raised her voice unless to drown out his wild laughter so she could tell another joke. She’s never spoken with an aggressive tongue in his direction, though he never cared if an occasional curse word slipped by as..kids were kids. He’d spare her a small look, amused but silently scolding her in a way that said, “Your teachers better not hear that.”
They hadn’t had the chance to speak since last night, her father already long gone, his car gone and a fresh pot of coffee brewed for the two of them to start their morning. He had gone as far to cut a bagel, setting it inside the toaster waiting for her to wake and press it down. It was all to begin their path towards making amends, and despite the kindness, she was grateful he hadn’t been home. Autumn had not prepared herself for their long talk, the uncomfortable and painful repair of a bridge that had crumbled into the deep waters. Though he was clearly standing just at the river's edge, waiting for her to meet him there.
Emotions were still high, and as her car failed to start with thirty minutes before the ring of the first bell, they were pushing at the seams that held her together. Knuckles paled over the steering wheel, before slamming the door behind her and beginning the long journey towards Hawkins High on foot. Jonathan had more than likely left home by now, giving her no other option than to walk beneath the gray clouds, a glimmer of hopeful sun far in the distance, seeking to break through and give life to a dreary day.
She pulls at her brown cardigan, closer and tighter around her form to fight through the chilled breeze as her hands tuck inwards, looking for shelter and warmth. Her posture is hunched, bag heavy and head hung low to dodge the sting in tired eyes that occasionally fall shut as the smooth tone of music plays over her walkman. The beat strikes at her heart, slowly easing the girl into a sense of calm, and suddenly there’s less of a rush to get to school on time. She’s at peace, no longer worrying about her father or the write-up she’d receive the moment she stepped foot over the threshold.
“It’s the time of the season, when love runs high,” she sings along. Clueless to her tone or volume as the headphones act as a barrier. “In this time give it to me easy, and let me try with pleasured hands. To take you in the sun to promised lands, to show you every one,” her hands extend outward, letting the music carry her into a sense of freedom as she continues to sing into the sky. “It’s the time of the season for loving.”
Autumn is lost to the smooth beat, no longer walking with purpose but instead shuffling along the road with a certain sway in her step, hips moving along to the rhythm as she kicks rocks along the way, watching them tumble and roll down her path. She’s so engulfed by this moment that she fails to notice traffic, despite the early morning where the people of Hawkin’s have responsibilities to attend to, places to be. The Chevy Blazer had slowed upon seeing her on the side of the road, curious at first as to what the driver was seeing - then quickly becoming amused as the girl remained oblivious to his presence, side-stepping to an unheard beat. Her voice is barely heard over the hum of his engine, but he’s honed in with great interest, though it’s short lasting.
“What’s your name? Who’s your daddy?” Her smile is smug, finding hidden confidence in the song as it carries her forward. “Is he rich like me?”
Hopper’s face contorts into something only described as pained, and confusing. Brows knitted together, nose scrunched up despite how entertained he was by the performance. And he chooses, against his better judgment, to make it better by laying his hand on the horn, ripping the girl away from her illusion with a scream, the headphones pulled from her warm ears to rest on tired shoulders. He waits, watching as the girl settles with a hand on her chest, fighting through the stormy seas and back into calm waters and as she does so, he leans out his window, then peering over his shoulder in suspicion. “You uh - you doin’ an MTV thing out here?” Her eyes roll in response, hands now busying themselves with the walkman to put an end to the music now heard booming through the small, spongy pieces. “Ha ha,” she muses, now comfortable and letting her arms cross to assess this new situation.
“Dad ask you t’follow me?” It wasn’t a question despite the tone. She was all assuming, pointed fingers full of blame and mistrust, eyes falling into a glare aimed in his direction, attempting to chip away at the tough exterior he built up around him to get the answers she needed. “No,” he says honestly. “You skippin’ school again?”
Her facade cracks, replaced by a look of shock - defensive over his simple question. “Of course not!” The man at the wheel is unsatisfied, taking her word for the truth yet seeking more with shoulders raised and palms turned towards the sky, a silent plea for her to give him some understanding of why she was dancing in the road. The bag on her shoulders suddenly seems to fill with bricks, carrying her form low and defeated, confessing her car was left behind in the driveway, dead. Hopper is smiling before he’s fully aware of it, a small laugh slipping through the cracks as he looks off into the distance in hopes she hadn’t caught him taking humor in her unfortunate misery. “Okay chuckles,” the teen bites back. “You’re eating up my time.” And just like that, she’s turning on her heels to continue on her journey, but he’s quick to call her attention back, an annoyed stare falling his way though he remains unbothered. Spending years building up an immunity to the bullshit teenagers would project out onto the world, cops in particular. “Get in.”
Autumn had accepted the offer without much fuss, catching a glimpse of the time on her watch - reality escaping the girl as music held her in a comforting embrace, carrying her off into oblivious bliss. The ride is silent at first, bag laid out across her lap with eyes full of avoidance, attention not necessarily fixated on anything beyond the windows as she simply watches the scenery pass by, their last encounter playing over in her mind and wondering how to break their silence. If he was disappointed like her father, if he cared at all and was simply doing his job as he found the two girls in full body sway stumble their way out of the woods back towards Hawkin’s High. He stood waiting for them in the parking lot, hands on hips and let out a long sigh before ushering the two of them back into the school.
“I needed to interview them. The missing kid, you know,” was his way of weaseling them out of trouble at school, yet still making more personal calls to home, putting her where she was now. She figures one out of two isn’t all that bad.
“I didn’t know you were friends with the Hunter girl,” he speaks up suddenly, eyes glued to the road ahead. A single hand attached to the wheel while the other hung out the window, at the ready to grab his cigarette and flick the ashes away into the wind. “Heather?” Autumn asks with a puzzled expression, slow to make sense for the reason his eyes failed to linger on the other girl for as long as they did Autumn. He had expected this from Heather, seen it far too many times to keep track of by this point. It was another black mark on an already decently filled in board “I mean, sort of. That was our first time, you know..hanging out,” The girl finds herself defensive almost, arms crossed over her chest, careful her cardigan hadn’t slipped further up to reveal bandaged wounds, hiding away secrets she hadn’t been prepared to answer. She sat in preparation for whatever rebuttal he was conjuring up, watching as his lips pulled into a smirk as he took a long drag. The cigarette is pulled away to hang outside the window, his words stressed by the held breath as he savored the toxins fuming in his chest. “And you got busted by the cops?” A plume of smoke cascades from his nose, easily dissipating with the wind. “That’s bad news,” Hopper laughs. “She’s bad news.”
He can feel the girl's eyes on him, narrowed and uncertain. He casts multiple, short looks her way to gauge her reaction and it’s difficult to read until she speaks. Her words suggest she’s irritated, wishing she had never accepted the offer to be trapped in this car, but her tone was light and mocking, amused. “What are you? My dad? Are you gonna scold me, too?” Again, another smile as he takes his final drag, letting the poison fall out the window and scatter along the road, vanishing among the masses of litter. “No, I’m not going to scold you,” once more, the two fall into a comfortable silence, arms no longer folded and instead resting over her bag, fingers tightening around the fabric as familiar sights awaken a previously sleeping anxiety, long forgotten in the morning. A fire in her back began to spread, a phantom pain from when Tommy held her against the wall, breath faltering and captured in an iron grip within her chest. She stares down the path, watching as the school closes in - the lot is empty of people, their cars now cool to the touch as the bell had already been run, summoning tired teens back to another day of learning or faking their way through exams. She wonders if Tommy is even there - or how much the school remembers, let alone cares about his display.
Or Steve’s.
“You want me t’write you something?”
She’s pulled from her trance, looking to the officer with confusion as if the words had soared just beyond her ears, mind completely elsewhere. “What?” “I said,” he starts with a small sigh. “Do you want.. I don’t know. A note? Want me to walk you in? I’m apparently good at covering for you.” Autumn remains dumbfounded, his offer slowly sinking in while the gears struggle to get realigned and set for what could happen beyond those doors. Picturing scenarios that haven’t come to life yet. “N-no, it’s fine. I’ll take the write up like a big girl,” her laugh is a little more shaken, more uncertain as she gathers her belongings to start the day - another day to entertain the people that hated her, whom she hated right back.
“Hey, kid,” His voice is low, yet booming out the window as he leans over the passenger side, afraid she may not hear him before slipping just beyond his reach, like an invisible wall to keep them separated. But she turns, hands digging through the heavy bag that hung limp against her legs, the quest forgotten for only a moment.
“I’ll see if I can get someone t’tow your car out to a garage, okay? Now, I might not be around much today, so.. Try t’get a ride home.”
That pressure that once was building within begins to dwindle at his words. What was once pressing against the walls of her chest, aching, clawing away at her flesh in a desperate attempt to free itself from the tension she felt, feeling fearful of the unknown ahead. Talons retreated, the beast curling in on itself - quiet, at peace but still very much present. Waiting for another moment to strike outwards and send the girl into a panic.
A small smile graces her features, tired, but genuine. “Thanks, Chief.”
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a/n- hi!! this is chapter 10 of ongoing steddie fic. you can find the other chapters here. i definitely recommend reading the other chapters if you haven’t, this is where things are gonna take a turn. enjoy!
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tw: mention of fire, lil tension
Steve stood on a wooden chair from the dining table. He was trying to change the light bulb on the porch. "Need some help?" A voice came from behind him. He jumped slightly and braced himself against the wall. Hands immediately went up against his back, stabilizing him so he wouldn't fall.
"Jesus," Steve muttered, taking a deep breath.
"Oh, Harrington, that's not my name." Eddie's hands finally left Steve's sides and even though he wasn't looking at him, he would bet Eddie had a grin on his face. Steve stared at the light fixture; his face was burning, he knew he was bright red.
It had been a week since they had brought Eddie's half dead body to the lake house. It had been only three days since he was able to get out of bed and it was three days full of comments that kept Steve's chest squeezing. "Do you need help?" Eddie asked.
Steve finally looked at him and immediately wished he hadn't. He was shirtless, Steve's eyes went huge, "Eddie, where's all your bandages?"
Eddie shrugged and kicked a small rock that was on the porch. "Robin said I need to air my wounds out."
"Didn't say you had to be naked!" Robin's voice yelled from the living room.
Eddie puffed a breath, "Damn, she hears everything," Steve said, shaking his head.
"Lesbians hear everything. They're sort of all knowing." Eddie said quieter this time.
Steve finished screwing in the lightbulb and clapped his hands together to dust them off, "Easy peasy."
Eddie stared at Steve in disbelief before he finally shook his head, "C'mon, Dustin's almost got the fire pit ready. We need to grab the s'mores and hotdog supplies." Eddie opened the front door and Steve followed him in.
The idea had come to Dustin last night. They all were piled up in the living room watching a movie Robin had picked up from work, even though it was still temporarily closed. Dustin had sighed and complained about being bored then suggested they all have a bonfire. So, Steve had went to buy s'mores stuff early this morning.
Dustin was standing a few feet from the fire, jabbing it was a big metal pole. "Where the hell did you find that?" Steve asked, carrying an arm full of graham crackers and marshmallows.
"In the shed," Dustin said without glancing at Steve.
"What shed?" Steve was confused.
"That one, Harrington. Jesus." Dustin pointed a gray tin building and Steve sighed, shaking his head. Dingus.
"That's not my shed."
"Well.. Either way. Found it."
"Don't you think this fire is going to like. draw attention to us?" Robin asked as she neared the chairs Steve and Dustin had pulled outside earlier today. She took a seat next to Eddie and glanced at him with a sad look. "Are you sure you're feeling up to this?"
"What? Sitting?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.
Robin sucked in a breath, "Munson if you weren't covered in demon bat wounds I would punch the shit out of you."
The four of them laughed together then Eddie sighed. "Uncle Wayne and I used to have bonfire every friday night. While everyone was at the football and basketball games we would sit by the fire and eat hotdogs and chili, right out of the can. We would talk about any and everything.." Eddie sighed and crossed his legs, "I miss him."
Steve chest squeezed with guilt, "Maybe we can tell him soon. Now that we know you aren't going to die."
"The police are probably watching him like hawks along with having the phones tapped." Eddie frowned and scratched the back of his neck. Steve noticed this was something he did a lot when he was thinking deeply or seemed to be upset.
"I wish there was something we could do to prove your innocence," Dustin took a seat finally and shook his head. "It's not fair. You practically saved all their asses."
Steve glanced at Dustin and he was staring at his shoes, probably thinking of every idea they had already listed. Robin laughed lightly obviously trying to break up the mood, "Too bad El doesn't have mind control powers. She could just make them believe whatever."
Steve noticed Dustin still at the mention of El so he tried to bring the conversation away from it. "Too bad you don't have an estranged sibling that looks like you and tell the police it was actually all them and you're innocent."
"Bet you wished that, huh? A sister that looks like me?" Eddie grinned at Steve. Steve swallowed hard, he hated how utterly confused Eddie made him. He was beyond attracted to him but he couldn't piece anything together. He cared about all of his friends; why did this feel so different?
Dustin's head whipped up, "Eureka! That's it. That's fucking it!" He shouted, pulling Steve away from his thoughts about Eddie.
"What is it, Henderson?" Steve narrowed his eyes.
Dustin moved back and forth quickly, shaking his hands as if they had gone numb or something. "El! Steve! Do you remember when El ran away and showed up at Will's with that eyeliner all over her?" Dustin stepped close to Steve and Steve nodded, encouraging him to continue. If Dustin had really came up with a plan to clear Eddie's name, Steve was more than ready to hear it. "Don't you remember where she had been? With her sister!" He jumped and down. "Her sister!"
"Woah, El has a sister?"
"No and yes. It's her sister. They were in the lab together. Ahhh, her name, what was it?"
Steve jumped up and grabbed Dustin's arms, "Kali!" Holy fucking cow, how could they forget? How had they not thought of this yet?
"Yes! Kali! Kali can control what people see! She can make them see whatever she wants! It's perfect. Holy fuck it's perfect!"
Steve and Dustin jumped up and down together and Eddie and Robin both stared at them with confused expressions. "So that helps us how?"
Steve and Dustin stopped, "Isn't it obvious? We need her help. We can set up a crime scene and like-"
"We'll call the police! They'll show up and Kali can make them see someone who doesn't even look like Eddie and- and," he was having to take deep breaths. He was so excited now he could barely talk.
Dustin finished his sentence for him, "And Kali makes them see that person as the criminal! Then they'll know it wasn't you!"
Steve sucked in a breath and grinned then frowned, looking at Robin and Eddie, "Do you need to be told everything?"
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The Boys Next Door
Your cat decides to adopt the boys that live next door, which would be fine if they weren’t so damn pretty.
Eddie Munson x F!Reader x Steve Harrington
word count: 3.7k
a/n: i have decided to combine my love for mainecoon cats and these boys :)))
content warnings: fluff, smut, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, grinding, dry-humping, messy kissing, dirty talk,
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Your cat was, well, large.
He was as big as your torso, and was far too heavy for you to carry for long, and you felt bad for keeping him cooped up in your little apartment so you took to taking him out with you. He'd follow along beside you as you walked, his black lead dangling from your wrist - attached to his harness hidden by his fluffy, black fur. The pair of you always managed to turn heads when you were out, children would squeal and giggle at the sight.
You loved to take him into the woods where he could climb trees and run and exercise, making you laugh at his deep growls as he launched from tree to tree, running in circles.
It was coming up to your evening walk and Mr. Meowgi was starting to get restless, knowing you'd be going out soon. You gently stroke his head, murmuring a soft, 'soon bub' and moving to your room to get changed.
Pulling the front door closed, Mr. Meowgi weaving his way through your legs, you hear a loud exclamation.
"Holy shit! Stevie look at that fuckin' cat!"
"Jesus Christ!" The second voice adds after a beat of silence.
You look over and they're standing a few feet away from you, in front of their own door, staring wide eyed and open mouth at the cat rubbing against your legs. You laugh softly and smile at them.
"Hey! You guys just moved in right?" You watch as their eyes drag up from Mr. Meowgi to you, blinking in surprise like they didn't even notice you were there.
"Uhh, yeah! I’m Steve" He said, shaking himself out of his stupor. Your eyes flicker to his companion, Steve smacks him on the chest and he stutters out his own introduction.
"Eddie" He rubs the back of his neck, dropping his eyes back down to Mr. Meowgi. You smile warmly at them and offer your own name.
" - and this!" You say, leaning down and heaving him up against your chest with a groan, "Is Mr. Meowgi!"
You let him drop back to the floor and watch as he pads closer to Steve and Eddie, sniffing at them before rubbing against their legs. They're cooing and awwing at him and both the boys almost collapse trying to kneel down and pet him.
"He's so big" Eddie says, slightly awed, fingers slightly in his fur.
"So soft, so soft" Steve is murmuring, scratching at his chin and cheeks. You move and kneel next to them, chuckling at Mr. Meowgi's loud purrs, you run a hand down his back and up his fluffy tail.
"He's a big baby," You say - you laugh as he throws himself on to their feet, rolling and exposing his stomach, "He likes you two - but we gotta go though”
You excuse yourself, picking up the lead and throwing a 'see you guys around!' over your shoulder as you lead Mr. Meowgi out of the building.
You see them often, coming and going around the same time as you. They were always friendly, charming, and you found yourself becoming fast friends with the both of them. The two of them often took you up on your offers to come over and join you for dinner, which you were glad for - often finding yourself lonely. They offered to watch Mr. Meowgi if you weren't home while they were, you were grateful for it, worrying about him being cooped up, and you pressed your spare key into their hands so they could come over to keep him company anytime they liked.
Each time their warm eyes would lock with yours, heat flared inside you and your stomach fluttered. You felt odd, wanting the both of them, liking the both of them, and you couldn't stop the flush spreading to your cheeks whenever they addressed you with a sweet pet name. It didn’t help at all that they adored Mr. Meowgi almost as much as you did - or that Mr. Meowgi had taken to them like a fish to water.
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You come home one afternoon and can’t find him in your apartment so, after changing into comfortable clothes and thick, fluffy socks, you pad softly to the next door and knock, hearing a quiet “I think your mama is home” from the other side before Steve’s pulling the door open, smiling widely and letting you in.
The sight greeting you takes your breath away, Eddie is sprawled out asleep on the couch, one leg propped and hanging over the back of it, an arm resting behind his head and there was your baby - laying on his chest, face buried in Eddie’s neck and purring loudly.
You inhale sharply and Steve throws an arm casually over your shoulders, his body pressed against your side.
"Aren't they just the cutest?" He murmurs into your ear, sending tingles throughout your body. Your whole body feels too hot and your toes curl in your socks.
You turn your head and Steve's just there, inches away from your face and you feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. He's smirking at you as you stutter, glancing around and not being able to stand still.
"I better take him" You finally breathe out, looking at the floor, because you couldn't handle looking at Steve or Eddie or even Mr. Meowgi right now, "He needs dinner"
Steve murmurs out a soft, 'okay, darlin'' and moves away from you, and you’re keenly aware of the loss of his body heat. Steve squats next to the couch and gently wakes Eddie.
"C'mon, Eds" His voice is soft honey, "Our girl's here - meowmeow's gotta go home"
You squirm at the causal way he says it, our girl's here, and your stomach is doing flips. Eddie grunts, wrapping his arms around Mr. Meowgi before huffing a sigh. He shifts and the movement causes Mr. Meowgi to jump down, stretching lazily before walking to you to rub against your legs.
"Hey baby" Eddie says absently as he rubs his eyes, your heart stutters, "how was your day?"
"Good!" You squeak, they look over at you and oh, oh no. "Gotta go!"
You grab Mr. Meowgi and all but flee into the safety of your own apartment, ignoring their calls after you. You're willing your heart to stop beating so fast, your cheeks to stop burning, your tummy to stop fluttering.
You drop Mr. Meowgi onto your bed and bury your face in his fur, letting out a giddy laugh because this was just too much. You had feelings for your neighbors, both of them, and you didn't know what to do.
—
You do your best to keep your feelings hidden, to bury them down and not make them uncomfortable, to keep them in your life.
It’s not until you bring a guy home in an attempt to distract yourself from your feelings, that you realize your bedroom shares a wall with one of theirs and that they, well, could hear as the stranger fucks you - not well, not the way you want and definitely not well enough to get you off.
You’re greeted by their wide grins the next morning.
“Good night?” Steve slyly comments, “Sounded like one”
You flush and bury your face in your hands.
“I’m so sorry!” Your groans muffled in your palms, “I didn’t know you could hear”
They laugh, Eddie waving his hand in a casual ‘don’t worry about it’ move. Steve throws his arm around your shoulders and gently squeezes.
“So, was it a good night?”
You’re so embarrassed but you’re also feeling frustrated, wishing you had just taken matters into your own hands after the guy left.
“No” You moan into your hands, Eddie’s wrapping his fingers around your wrists and gently prying your hands away from your face. You know your beet red and try not to look him in the eye, just in case he could see your desire for them.
“Aw honey” He’s cooing, pulling on your wrists and leading you into their apartment, Mr. Meowgi hot on your heels, “Tiny dick?”
Steve laughs and you want to just disappear, they’re sitting you in between them on their couch and staring at you expectantly. You groan, throwing your head backwards, resting it on the back of the couch and staring at the ceiling.
“No, not that - I just-” You start, sighing, “He just wasn’t very, giving? I guess”
Steve’s got his hand on your knee and Eddie’s still holding onto your wrist, thumb gently rubbing against the sensitive skin.
“You didn’t finish, did you?” Eddie comments, not really asking you.
You cover your face again, and groan. They’re chuckling and you move, pulling yourself away from them, standing.
“I, I uh” You’re stammering and refusing to look at them, “I should probably head off - thanks for lookin’ after my big baby today”
You rush out of there, face inflamed and heart pounding.
You’re all too relieved to push your way into your apartment that evening, sighing heavily and letting the days tension leave your body. You let your eyes slip closed and lean against the door, breathing. You normally head next door right after you get home, but you take your time today. As you’re changing into loose shorts and a tank, there’s a knock at the door.
Wandering over, you can hear Mr. Meowgi meowing on the other side. You sigh, knowing you’d taken too long and he was hungry. You pull the door open and Eddie’s there, smiling sheepishly.
“He’s uh, been meowin’ and pawin’ at our door for a bit so I figured I’d bring him over for you” He tells you, eyes flickering over your body. You crouch down and scratch at him, whispering your apologies and promising dinner.
You stand, and you don’t know if you’re just imagining it but Eddie has this look of adoration on his face, a little shy smile and wide eyes. Impulsively, you press a kiss on his cheek.
“Do - Do you and Steve wanna come over? I’ll make you dinner?”
“Yeah!” He says, too loud and too quickly, he winces and clears his throat, “Yeah, that would be great, I’ll just go get him”
You stand in the doorway, you don’t have to wait long. Eddie returns within a few moments, hand holding Steve’s and dragging him into your apartment.
“Hi gorgeous!” Steve says, pressing a soft kiss on the top of your head as he passes you.
They settle in on the couch as you potter around the kitchen, preparing Mr. Meowgi’s dinner before you start on your own meal.
“You want a hand?” Steve’s asking and you wave him off, pulling open the door to your fridge and taking a couple of beers to them.
“No, it’s okay” You smile as you hand them their drinks, “Just relax”
The three of you make casual conversation as you prepare them dinner, grilled vegetables and mash potato and sausages, and you feel their eyes on you as you work. It’s peaceful and makes you feel like this is what’s been missing in your life. You feel bubbly and can’t remove the smile off your face as you listen to them, joking and bantering. They praise you, as they always do, as they finish their meals - thanking you for feeding them, for taking such good care of them.
You just flush, smiling sweetly at them and pressing two containers into their hands full of leftovers as they leave.
You head to your bathroom after cleaning up and stand under the hot water, sighing. You were still feeling a little bit desperate after your disappointing encounter the night before and Eddie and Steve spending the evening with you certainly didn’t help. You let your fingertips glide over your body, tweaking your nipples, and imagine it was Steve and Eddie touching you.
You huff, shutting off the shower and quickly drying yourself off before you throw yourself onto your bed. There’s a noise behind your head and you glance at the wall, stilling and straining your ears.
Your cunt gushes when you hear a deep moan - you press your hand over your mouth, trying to keep your sounds to a minimum in order to keep listening. You know you should stop, move away and not listen, to give your friends privacy, but you don’t.
“Tell me” Steve’s ordering, grunting and there’s another breathy moan, a firm thud, “C’mon, Eds, tell me what you were thinking about”
You still, clenching around nothing as you picture it.
“I- I- Oh” Eddie groans, panting, “Was thinkin’ about our girl”
“Yeah? What about her?”
Your eyes widened, could they? They’re not talking about you, surely?
“She’s just so pretty” Eddie answers, “So soft and gorgeous”
“She is, isn’t she?” Steve hums.
There’s a few moments of silence and then another dull thud, right against the wall, and they’re both moaning loudly. Your fingers slip inside you instinctively, letting their words spur you on.
“What do you want to do to her?” Steve asks.
“Wanna eat her out, make her cum all over my mouth and feed you her slick” Eddie whines, “Wanna- Oh fuck, do that again, fuck. Wanna watch as you fuck her pretty pussy”
“Fuck, Eddie” Steve’s grunting, “God, baby. What else? Don’t stop”
There’s a soft, rhythmic thumping against the wall and you bite down on your palm, trying to imagine it - imagine Steve fucking Eddie against your shared wall, is he fucking him from behind or has he got him pinned against the wall, legs wrapped tight around his waist? Your fingers work furiously, pumping inside you quickly and gasping softly.
“Ohh, Oh Steve - Fuck, right there” Eddie gasps, “Want us to take care of her, make her ours. Make her feel so good”
“I want to see her sitting on your face, baby” Steve says, “Your mouth is sinful”
Eddie is moaning and you move, shifting to kneel at the head of your bed and you press your forehead against the wall. You could almost feel how hard Steve was fucking Eddie, and you let out a soft whimper and press your fingers inside yourself again.
“I want her to take both of us at the same time, she’d do it so well - she’d take care of us so well” Steve grunts as Eddie gasps, grunting out ‘more, fuck, harder’ almost mindlessly,“We’d pin her down and fuck her until she can’t talk and then when she’s able to, we’d fuck her again and again and again”
They’re crying out and moaning, you shudder and ache for it, for what they were saying.
“Wanna ruin her” Steve says, “Want to fuck her so good she won’t ever be able to have anyone else”
“Oh god!” Eddie cries out, “Fuck, ‘m close”
You work yourself, rocking on your fingers and pressing firmly on your clit - you were close as well and you wanted, wanted so badly.
“Me too” Steve moans, “C’mon, wanna feel it”
Eddie is crying out, gasping and you hear a shout from Steve - you quickly follow, shaking and biting your lip to muffle your cries.
You collapse onto your bed, breathing hard. It doesn’t take long for the shame to creep up on you - you felt terrible for using them to get yourself off, listening into a private moment. You didn’t know how you were going to face them, to look them in the eye and pretend you didn’t know what they sounded like as they climaxed.
You groan softly and pull your blanket above your head, refusing to acknowledge it.
—
Weeks had passed since The Incident, and you were doing your best to avoid them, really really not wanting to deal with your feelings. Although they were making it incredibly difficult- sinful noises and words kept drifting through your shared wall, they were always in the hallway when you were coming home, or bumping into you at the mailbox, or keeping Mr. Meowgi in their apartment until you were knocking at their door to retrieve him.
It all comes to a head when you don’t leave your apartment for a few days, only sneaking out after dark to take Mr. Meowgi out for his walk. It’s late and you’re laying in bed, curled up around Mr. Meowgi and trying to sleep, when they’re pushing their way into your room. Your mind goes blank before you remember you gave them your spare key.
Mr. Meowgi jumps up, trotting to the end of the bed and meowing loudly at them, already purring. You sit up and frown at him.
“Traitor” You sigh, you drift your eyes up and they’re looking sad, worried and frustrated. Your heart breaks a little bit.
“Do you not like us?” Eddie asks quietly, like he’s scared of the answer, his hand automatically coming to rest on Mr. Meowgi’s head. You feel tears prick your eyes, guilt flooding you for your behavior, you were hurting them.
“No!” You shout, rising onto your knees and reaching out, “Don’t say that! You know I like you! I like you both!
“Then why are you avoiding us?” Steve asks, hurt clear in his voice. He looks sad and all you want to do is wrap your arms around him and beg for forgiveness.
“I-” You’re stuttering, not really sure how to answer before you just blurt out the truth, words spilling and once you’ve started you can’t stop.
“I like you, I like you both so much. And, I. I want to be with you both but it’s not normal and I know you two are together so it’s not like you’d want me or anything and I’m sorry! I can’t pretend I don’t feel the way I do so I figured it would be best for everyone if I just stopped being around you two.”
They’re staring at you. Eddie’s head was tilted forwards, towards Mr. Meowgi but he’s looking up at you with big round eyes and Steve’s just staring, lips parted.
There’s a beat, a stutter of your heart, and then Steve’s just launching himself at you - startling Mr. Meowgi, who trots out of the room - and pressing his lips against yours. He’s cupping your cheek and wrapping a hand around your waist. You’re glad he’s got his hands on you because your knees buckle, and you’re scared you’ll collapse If he lets go.
Steve softly rubs his lips against yours, caressing you in a sweet kiss. He pulls away and you gasp, he starts to press quick kisses all over your face until you’re scrunching your nose and laughing. You don’t see him reaching for Eddie, pulling him in and pressing him against you. Steve pulls away from you, only to be replaced by Eddie - who’s kissing you like his life depends on it, licking his way into your mouth and tasting you.
“Oh darlin’” Steve murmurs, gently caressing the back of your head, “We’ve wanted you for so long - why’d you think we started fuckin’ in my room rather than Eds? Wanted you to hear us, wanted you to know what we wanna do to you”
Eddie is gently lowering you down, laying you down and pressing himself down on top of you. You shudder as you feel his warmth, his body, holding you down.
“Silly girl, do you really think we care about normal?” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses his way down your throat, “We adore you”
“Adore you so fuckin’ much, darlin’” Steve kneels beside you, hand resting on Eddie’s ass and the other cupping your cheek.
Eddie sits, kneeling between your legs. He’s looking at you for a moment, before looking at Steve. He leans over, capturing Steve’s lips in a messy kiss.
“Adore you too, handsome” He says into Steve’s mouth, making him chuckle and murmuring a soft ‘I know, baby’.
You swoon and whimper, head spinning and your heart stuttering out a quick beat and you shudder a breath and their hands are on you, cupping your cheeks and holding your hips.
“Will you let us look after you, darlin’?” Steve’s asking, giving your hip a gentle squeeze, “let us make you feel good?”
“We wanna make you feel good, beautiful” Eddie adds, thumb stroking at your cheekbone.
You’re pushing yourself up, kneeling between them. Pressing a filthy kiss onto Steve’s lips, your hand tangles into Eddie’s curls and you pull him into you both, pulling him into the kiss. It’s messy and the three of you lick into each other's mouths, sucking and biting at each other's lips.
It’s so fucking hot and you’re all left panting by the time you break away from each other, Eddie rests his forehead against your temple and Steve’s pressing his hips against your side.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby” Eddie pants, licking at your cheek. You can feel them where they’re pressed against you, hard in their pants. You wrap your arms around them, sliding your hands down until you’ve got a hand grabbing Steve’s ass and the other is holding onto Eddie’s. They groan, rocking their hips closer to you.
You squeeze them, pressing them closer to you and tilt your head back. They’re pressing kisses and licking at your neck, biting and sucking and making you shiver. There’s a thigh being pressed in between your legs and a hand sliding into your pants, sliding through your drenched folds and rubbing your clit gently.
The three of you are rocking, grinding on each other. Panting and kissing and licking and biting and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. It doesn’t take you long, until you’re crying out and moaning their names as fireworks explode under your skin. They follow after you, thrusting against your hips and thighs until they’re spilling in their pants.
You gently press a kiss onto each of their lips and murmur at them to lay down, which they happily comply with. They’re pulling you down onto them, squeezing you into the tiniest space between them. You’re more laying on top of them then on your bed, their hands stroking your back. Content to just bask in the afterglow of your orgasms and the warmth of each other.
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mute!reader & eddie’s crush confessions (1.8k words)
(*) reader catches eddie masturbating (2.5k words)
(*) shy sub!eddie (2.4k words)
(*) break up sex with eddie [pt2] (2.6k words)
(*) eddie with a tongue piercing
(*) reader buys weed from eddie, has never smoked in the entire life (5k words)
(*) ghostface!eddie (15k words)
vamp!eddie x hunter!reader (4k words), (*) p2
eddie teasing reader over stuffed bear (2k words)
(*) eddie going down on reader in his throne chair (3k words)
(*) brat!reader and slight dom!eddie
(*) shy/quiet reader forcing herself to stay silent during sex
(*) manhandling and rough!eddie
eddie breaks into reader’s apartment on accident
(*) oral fixation/hand kink (5k words)
(*) reader edging eddie
eddie helping drunk reader on halloween
(*) dirty little secret (5.5k words)
(*) dacryphilia
(*) double trouble [munson twins] (8.3k words)
eddie taking dick pics for the reader to use (festive dick pics, part 2)
(*) squirting with eddie
eddie catches reader showering at his place
(*) dad!eddie x babysitter!reader (5.6k words)
(*) rockstar!eddie x clueless to who he is!reader
(*) eddie’s sex preferences
(*) stuckup!reader & gross!eddie hate fuck
reader commenting on eddie’s eyes (fluff)
(*) perv!/dom eddie and breath play on him
eddie in the short gym shorts (blurb)
reader buys eddie new clothes
neighbor!reader, eddie doesn’t notice her for years
(*) naughty shenanigans in a closet (cum sharing)
(*) eddie & reader / fluid bonding
(*) uncut!eddie
(*) mean!eddie mocking during sex
(*) friends to benefits turned lovers
glasses!eddie
(*) modern!eddie gets readers nudes by accident
series
(*) finished — don't hang up (p1, p2, p3)
(*) finished — forbidden fruit [professor!eddie] (p1, p2, p3, p4)
(*) ongoing — faking it [fake dating au] (p1)
(*) finished — camera shy [camboy!eddie] (p1, p2)
(*) ongoing — simple rules [single dad!eddie] (p1, p2)
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍
reader convinces steve to adopt a cat (blurb)
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐗 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄
(*) spin the bottle with reader gets complicated (3.6k words)
(*) oral fixation and messing around while high
(*) dick measuring contest
ENJOLRAS (BBC LES MIS)
(*) hate fucking enjolras (traitor!reader)
TOM GRANT (MAKE UP)
(*) bestfriend!reader edging tom
(*) morning sex with tom
(*) soft dom!tom
PRINCE PAUL (CATHERINE THE GREAT)
(*) chambermaid!reader and paul (infidelity)
#eddie munson#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#steve harring x reader#steve harrington#ignore my shitty masterlist organization#it needed to be done at some point
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steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: [5.6k]
warnings: no use of y/n, best friends to (secret (kinda)) lovers (brief backstory), cursing, drinking, reader and steve are both twenty, SMUT (minors do not interact or i will dropkick you) kissing, PIV, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, yall...this is just fiction), multiple orgasms (reader), creampie (like I said...use protection), annnnnd aftercare <3
summary: everyone knew you and steve as being the best of friends...though they had their suspicions of something more happening between you two. however at hopper and joyce's wedding everything seems to be exposed, or at least that's what they think. at the end of the day, the only people that truly knew what was going on between you and steve, were you and steve...and the dress you bought for him to take off.
Across the room, his eyes were dead set on your figure—the wine glass you’d been carrying now halfway empty. All of your weight rested on one leg, allowing the opposite hip to be jutted out so exquisitely that your thigh peeked out through the high slit. Your hair fell effortlessly down the expanse of your back in free waves.
“So you and Steve?”
The woman you were talking to was a complete stranger, just a friend of Joyce’s that she invited for the wedding. She must have known who you were, or at least Steve, because when she asked the question, she looked over at him, instantly tracking him in the crowded room.
Your eyes wandered ever so coolly, bluffing like you couldn’t feel him gawking at you in your peripheral for most of the night.
It was offensive how good Steve looked in a tuxedo getup. It had you wishing more people in Hawkins invited you two to their wedding just so you could have an excuse to see him in this attire again. Not that his classic polo and khaki pants didn’t do it for you, but this was a nice change for once.
“We’re just friends.” You waved off, separating your eyes from him despite your urges to continue eye fucking him for the rest of the night.
She laughed, her own hand reaching forward to rest on your wrist where she gripped too tightly for your liking. “I heard Jonathan’s girlfriend Nancy used to date him?”
“It’s true.” You confirmed, peeking over to the dance floor where a very intoxicated Nancy was having the time of her life with Jonathan who looked to be just as wasted, dancing to the beat of the music.
“Jonny is a sweet boy, but Steve is just...wow.” She purred lowly, turning her head towards Steve who did his best to play it off like he wasn’t ogling at you. Coughing awkwardly into his elbow and turning away instantly as you held back a smirk and turned your attention back to the older woman.
“If I was still twenty, I would love me a piece of Steve Harring—“
“More wine?”
The stranger quickly shut her mouth as Steve popped up out of nowhere, suddenly holding the wine bottle in his hand as you grinned sneakily your hand holding out the glass for him to fill though there was still burgundy in there.
“What were you ladies talking about?” Steve sing-songed, the soft glug glug glug subduing the music as the lady blushed, turning away as you did your best to hide your amusement.
Steve bit his lip, staring as you eyed him up and down. “You’re always the talk of the town, Harrington.”
He snickered, shaking his head, “Nothing bad, I hope.”
You pouted with a not so believable innocent faced as you drew an x over your chest, “Cross my heart.”
Steve snickered at your hilarity, paying no mind to the woman beside you other than blindlessly filling up her glass with more alcohol.
“It’s nice to meet you Steven, my name is—“
You perked up at the swift song change, synth permeating the air as everyone hooted around and more dancers filled the floor. Steve turned to you, planting down the wine bottle and holding out his hand.
“Would you mind holding this?” You rose your brow towards the lady, your lips sheathing around the cusp of the wineglass, and lifting it, taking one last sip before sticking it in her free hand.
You gulped the bitter, looking back at Steve, then back at the lady with a calculated grin glued on your face because you wanted to add salt to her poor middle-aged wound.
“This is my boyfriend and I’s favorite song.”
The look on her face was priceless. Eyes wide and mouth held agape like you lied to her, which you totally did, but you had no care. Just simply twirling around and letting Steve draw you to the dance floor.
“You called me your boyfriend.” Steve’s voice filled with surprise and contentment, whispering the words in your ear while you moved your body against his.
You wiggled your shoulders, leaving kisses up his neck and murmuring in his ear, “Would you rather me refer to you as the guy I’m sleeping with?”
He shivered at your articulation and touch upon his skin, beaming at you and shaking his head. Steve was more than delighted to be called your boyfriend, even if that meant that your not so secret love affair was finally revealed.
But it wasn’t as if people didn’t know you and Steve were together.
Everyone knew you were together.
You two were just too blind to see that everyone knew.
The chemistry you and Steve shared was out of this world. Maybe it was because you two were best friends before you both decided to pursue something further.
But you and Steve both knew that you didn’t want each other merely as best friends. There was always something more lingering between the two of you.
Steve had met you long ago, back in middle school when you had moved to Hawkins. You were seated beside him in social studies, back when he had a buzz cut and you had experimentally bleached hair, or at least pieces of it after seeing it in magazines and wanted to strut into eighth grade with a cool look.
Friends to Best Friends is something that instantaneously took place between the two of you. But so did the mutual pining. Years of seeing each other jump in and out of relationships and double dates throughout high school was agonizing.
He’d listen to you complain about your incompetent partners and you’d never hear the end of his famous “you deserve better” or “I’ll kick their ass” lectures.
And of course you’d listen to him go on about how badly his dates went and how he was trying to find someone to really settle down with.
Both of you knowing and wanting one another, but just being too petrified to ruin the perfectly established and strong friendship you already had.
But like all the good things to come, you both had to be patient with time. It wasn’t until the two of you graduated that you decided to give the relationship thing a try.
“Why are people staring so hard?” He suspected, eyes floating around the banquet hall to see some guests and his friends closely watching your every move.
You humphed cluelessly, lifting his hand and intertwining yours together as you danced, “They think they know everything…like we really are just best friends.”
It wasn’t like you and Steve didn’t want people to know you were together. But it was just nicer keeping everything private. Him knowing he could come home to you. And you knowing you could come home to him.
An intimate comfort that was sailing right under everyone’s noses, just for you two to keep.
But holding back from each other was hard.
Pretending that you and Steve were stuck in traffic, which is why you were late to game night, when, in fact, you two got caught up having sex.
Or having to bite your tongue when Robin would ask Steve about any hot babes he was seeing.
And Eddie teasing you about how flirtatious the server was being when Steve just wanted to intervene and tell the son of a bitch to back off.
Self-control and lying is something you and Steve had thought you were good at—essentially keeping your relationship a secret, but they all caught on immediately.
Dustin and the boys noticing your car in Steve’s driveway at late hours of the night.
And Max and El questioning you about the hickey on your neck when you dropped them off at the arcade.
Evidently, with the younger teens conspiring it was only a while before the older teens found out and began their own discoveries.
Jonathan and Nancy, seeing the two of you sat in the theaters, snuggled up after you both had told them you would be working that night.
Eddie and Robin stumbling across a polaroid photo of the two of you kissing inside Steve’s glove box.
And even the adults, Hopper and Joyce, catching the two of you having dinner at Enzo’s to celebrate your three-month anniversary.
Everyone knew, but no one said a word.
“Henderson looks like he’s about to explode.” You stiffed your laugh with a smile, moving your eyes away from the curly-headed boy being shaken by Lucas and Mike as he glared.
Steve chortled, shaking his head at the young boy and mouthing a sorry, “He probably feels betrayed his favorite babysitter has been keeping his girl a secret.”
“Robin and Eddie don’t seem too surprised.” You tilted your chin to them, their shining figures gawking at you two as you stuck your tongue out at them, earning a laugh.
By now, ABBA had died down, and a slow song had replaced the synth. Bodies moving deliberately as the lights dimmed down and only couples were left on the dance floor.
“Correct me if I’m wrong,” Steve began, his lips ghosting upon your ear and he squeezed your waist, “You in this dress should be a crime.”
You blushed, your face nuzzling itself into his neck as you followed his lead, your hips rocking to the direction of his hands, “I told you…I only bought it so you could take it off.”
The air was thick, like it was just you and him in the room. The sexual tension lingering between the both of you was almost painful to try to hold back from, and so Steve spoke, one of his hands trailing up your spine and to the back of your neck, bringing your face away to meet him.
“Let’s get out of here.”
His voice dripped with seduction, his pupils blown wide as he stared intensely into your orbs. Though the lights were dimmed, he had memorized every feature and its curve on your body. You looked enticing, the kind that made him want to worship your body in private, like he knew how to.
“Please.” You replied, unwrapping your arms from his neck, and hooking them around his biceps and allowing him to lead you away from the dancing.
His other arm covered the small of your back, closing the distance between the both of you, desperately wanting you close to him. Your heels clicked against the floors, strolling past your friends and firing them a smile while you and Steve passed, accompanied by their whistles and Nancy and Robin blowing your kisses.
“Congratulations, again.” Steve congratulated, withdrawing his arm from your waistline and propping it up on Hop’s shoulder.
The newly wed couple stood at the double doors of the banquet hall, getting some of their photos taken as you greeted them adieu.
“Leaving so soon?” Joyce sought, resting a heartening hand on your shoulder and squeezing, and you smiled at her.
“Steve and I are gonna get some rest in the hotel room, but we’ll still be up bright and early tomorrow for breakfast at the cafe.” You reassured her of the plans that were already made and she smiled, kissing your cheek then doing the same to Steve.
“Don’t have too much fun now.” The older man badgered, patting Steve on his back and ruffling your hair as you giggled and nodded.
“Night Mr. and Mrs. Hopper.” Steve bowed, draping his arm back around your back as they waved goodnight, watching you two walk out of the doors and promptly adverting their eyes to the others who were giggling and whispering to themselves.
And of course, the second you and Steve were out of sight from everyone, your lips connected frantically. Stumbling into the elevator and him only drawing away for a millisecond to make sure he was clicking the right floor number before you dragged him back to you again.
Fingertips skimmed and squeezing parts of each other’s body, yearning for the electrifying touch that always got one another going a thousand miles over the limit. The only thing that tore them apart was the ding that came from the elevator, the doors opening as they arrived on their respective floor.
Steve wasted no time hoisting you up with ease, followed by your squeal as he smacked your butt. He was swift and smooth, reaching his hand into his pant pocket for the room key and unlocking the door. Kicking it shut and twisting the lock, he made his way over to the bed, placing you down at the foot of it.
The moonlight slithered past the curtains, illuminating your body before him. You leaned up on your elbows, uncrossing your legs and inching them open, wider, wider, and wider, until Steve finally fitted himself between you, trapping himself as you locked your legs around him.
His palms came down on the cushion, the soft cotton sheets upon his skin, leaning down, hovering over you, face fitting perfectly against yours.
“No more games.” He murmured sternly, his lips brushing along your jaw and you huffed out a laugh, playing coy.
“What’re you talking about?”
You were bullshitting him. You knew exactly what he was talking about.
The entire night you were playing games with him, knowing he couldn’t do anything but bite his lip and watch.
Watching you rock your hips back and forth to the beat of the music.
Watching you strike a pose every time the photographer would approach you for pictures.
Just anticipating to finally get his hands on you like this very moment.
“Stop wasting time, Steven.” You grumbled, shuffling your face closer to his and sighing as he finally connected your lips back together.
This time, his hands withdrew from the bed, instead smoothing down your exposed thighs and sweeping the fabric of your dress back, giving him more access to you. The firmness pressed into your clothed center gave you affirmation that Steve was more than ready to take you, to make you his as you did the same to him.
Your legs tightened around back, pulling him closer and your hands gripped and tugged on his suit jacket, prompting him to pull his hands away from you and shrug the coat off. Your lips moved in tandem with each other as you two made quick work of getting rid of each other’s clothes.
Your fingers skimmed against the buttons of his shirt, exposing his skin to the cool air and hands caressing your back as he unzipped the dress.
Steve pulled away from the kiss, inciting a wail to leave your lips, craving nothing more than to mesh your bodies together for eternity. He laughed at your neediness, but never in a bad way. He was just always astounded at how deeply you wanted him. How you always craved to have his touch.
“Fucking beautiful.” He spoke more so to himself, his tender palms peeling the dress off your shoulders and down the rest of your body, leaving it to fall to the floor right beside his feet.
Your heels were still on, those damn things that made your legs look even better, and made Steve even more of a feral man the more he kept watching you the entire night.
You’d never get acquainted to his skill, the way his hands would scroll over your body, burning your skin with electrifying touches that made you want more.
Rolling your head back with a deep breath leaving you, he squeezed your breasts in his hands, chuckling at the way you instantly fell deeper into the bed. “Don’t make me wait, please.”
Begging usually worked with most guys, but Steve…oh that man hated when he made you feel like you had to beg.
He’d give you anything if you’d ask.
Sure, sometimes begging was a fun little game the two of you liked to play in bed every once in a while.
But he loved to please you, do anything to get you off and give you the pleasure you so rightfully deserved.
You cried out a complaint as he reached back and undid your legs from around his body, but immediately shifted into a whistle when he shrugged off the button down you had loosened. His nimble hands worked his belt undone and through the loops, his eyes wandering up to meet yours before speaking.
“Teasing me all night with no bra on.”
You looked down at your exposed chest and shrugged innocently. “Couldn’t wear it with the dress.”
He tsked, nodding his head as he unzipped his pants, kicking out of his shoes first before leaving his legs bare. He was instantly back in between your still spread legs, working your heels off of your feet, tossing them a little gently off to the side of the room.
His knees made contact with the bed, hoisting you up onto the mattress with your lips kissing all over his bare skin until you sensed the cushioned headboard above you.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Steve spoke low, stretching your face away from his chest and pushing a kiss to your lips before tearing away.
Your hips jutted up, pressing against his covered crotch, making the two of you moan just before Steve pushed your body back down. “C’mon, tell me, baby.”
“Want you to touch me.” You hissed softly, head thrown back against the pillows, feeling his fingers dance along the waistband of your underwear, fiddling with the flimsy fabric but never daring to drag them off your body.
His breath fanned over your stomach where he pressed pecks along the skin until he just barely ghosted his lips over the front of your panties. “Won’t make you beg tonight, honey…just want you to be a little more specific.”
Your second attempt at jutting your hips up to where you needed him was unsuccessful. His firm grip holding your body into the bed with nowhere to go.
“M-mouth, want your mouth, please.”
In a blink of an eye, your panties were abandoned somewhere in the room and Steve found his place between your legs, his large hands splayed on your inner thighs as he spread you open. Your fingers urgently tangling in his hair, nudging him closer as his tongue lapped at you as if he was parched.
“B-baby, oh my god, just like—right there!”
Curses, whines, and a mixture of moans tore from your throat, the noises from your sinful mouth echoing off the walls and traveling straight to Steve member, getting him incredibly harder by the second.
His hum of approval against your sensitive core only made you louder, your fingers breaking away from his hair and instead twisting into the bedsheets, using it as leverage as you withered beneath him. His tongue was ruthless, never moving slower or picking up the pace too quickly. Steve always knew what would set you off, his eyes trailing from your tits to your face, observing you slowly being to unravel.
“S-steve, I’m gonna cum…p-please.” Your eyes were shut tight, rib cage heaving up and down and the lightness consuming all your senses until Steve spoke against you, “Cum, baby.”
His mouth enclosing around your bundle of nerves combined with the squeeze he gave your thighs led you to your first release of the night. A sob leaving your mouth as you caught your breath and gradually came back with cloudy eyes, Steve’s mouth smoothly leaving your core and kissing the inside of your thighs as he ran his hands over your midsection.
“Good?” He proposed cheekily, sitting up with his lips and the skin around his mouth covered in your essence, glimmering in the pale moonlight.
You swallowed, the dryness in your throat washing away and you nodded, leaning up on your elbows and pressing your face forward. “Amazing.”
He met you halfway, relaxing his forehead on yours and nudging your noses together. “Want a taste?”
You could feel the fire starting up inside you again, chewing your lip with a hum until you let the skin go, granting him to kiss you passionately. The blend of your sweetness and his mouth washing over you like the most decadent honey until he tore away, a string of saliva darting between your pair of lips.
“Please, fuck me, Steve…been waiting all night.”
You were able to roll your hips this time, right up against his crotch, being able to feel every vein and ridge despite him still being covered. You knew your man like the back of your hand. Had every inch of him memorized.
He kissed you once more before sliding away. His feet planted back to the ground, removing his boxers until he made his way back up to you.
Immediately, your hands reached for his cock—achingly hard and pleading to be inside of you. Your eyes flickered to his orbs as you stroked him lazily, your thumb brushing over his sensitive slit, smearing the pre-cum in circles, only making his own sequence of obscenities fly out of his mouth until he jerked his eyes open, shuddering away the nerves.
“Gonna make me blow my load before I get inside of you.” He swung his head, enclosing his hand around your wrist to pull you away from his length.
You smirked, prompting the hand up to your mouth, sucking his pre-cum off your thumb and toying the tip of it with your tongue. Teasing him and walking the thin line of him absolutely railing you.
“Oh, you’re gonna get it, baby.”
He reached down, guiding his length up and down your core, nudging your clit and getting you to fall back. Just how he wanted it. It was only seconds before he pressed the tip into you, working himself deeper and deeper as your mewls and moans got louder and louder.
The two of you bound up in each other with your arms hung around his neck, nuzzling your face in his neck. And him, balls deep inside of you, feeling your walls contract around him with every shallow thrust he urged towards you, working you open and getting used to his sheer size.
“You f-feel soooo good,” He grunted, his hips moving quicker, leaving just the tip inside of you before crashing back in, lingering there just long enough to feel you tighten around him, then repeating the action all over again.
You were panting, nails leaving crescent-moon impressions all over his shoulders and back, letting your hands roam his body, “So deep, baby…fuck! Feels t-too good.”
The rapid pace had you seeing stars, prompting you to unwrap your hands from his body, allowing your arms to flare out on the bed, finding purchase on the fabric beneath you. He was in your sight, dead center, the haziness enveloping him as he cooed down at you, his grip on your legs leaving to cradle your face.
“I know what you need baby—so fuckin’ tight…know you want to cum. I can feel it, sweetheart.”
His tone wasn’t supposed to be condescending in any way, in fact it was tender. But the way the words left his mouth…oh, it got you going. It had the knot in your belly pulling and stiffening as he spoke so highly of his expertise. Knowing that you knew that he knew just want you desired, because he always did. You couldn’t hold back even if you tried. He knew how to make you feel like you were floating on cloud nine and—
“Oh, my god!”
Your hips raised off the bed, only pressing yourself further onto his length. Your legs were shaking under Steve’s touch. And the pulsing around his cock was enough to let him know that you reached your second climax.
His warm laugh filled the room, his hips halted, only letting your aftershock tremble shift against him as you gently settled back down, ragged breaths leaving your mouth and your hands running across your own skin, attempting to come back to Earth.
“So good,” He kissed your knee sweetly,
“Bet that felt nice, huh, baby?” Another kiss, this time right in the center of your chest.
Your eyes began to open, your jaw trembling as you nodded your head, eyes glasses for him as he kissed your forehead, “Be a good girl and give me one more.”
You’d give him however many he wanted.
“Yes, baby.”
He left you for a moment, leaving you an empty and whining mess, but only for a second as he dragged you to the end of the bed. And just like that, he was guiding your legs over his shoulder, pushing himself back inside of you and starting up the same unrelenting pace that had you in pieces just minutes ago.
“There we go, honey.” Steve praised, watching the scene below him. You licking your fingers and bringing them to your clit, rubbing stiff circles as your half-lidded eyes watched him smile proudly, a little sweat beading at his forehead where his baby hairs stuck.
He braced his hands on either side of your head, the new angle sending him deeper, if that was even remotely possible. Steve could tell you were only a moment away from falling apart for him all over again. He prided himself on being able to get you off over and over again with ease, getting you to the point of cock-drunk, just the way you liked it.
Your moans were babbles of slurred words at this point, telling him how good you were feeling and how good he felt inside of you. The words only spurring him closer to his own release, but you always came first. And so when he noted your hand faltering between the two of you, he instantly sprang into action. Bracing himself above you with one arm and his other replacing the rubbing on your clit.
“Come on baby, s-shit, fucking tight, give it to me baby, c’mon, be my good girl, one more.”
Your mouth opened wide with a silent scream, all the thoughts leaving your head as you surrendered and pulsed around him. It took you a few seconds to draw a clear breath in through your nose, your entire body feeling like a magnetic field as Steve’s thrusts began to stammer as he searched for his own release.
Your arms and legs were numb, but you wanted that closeness to Steve despite him already inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his rear, leaving just enough room for him to thrust deeper and deeper.
“D-don’t stop.”
Your arms found his biceps, drawing all his weight down on you, causing him choke out a grunt, alarmed he might be crushing you, but if anything you held him tighter.
His eyes were dead set on you, never daring to miss the way your face contorted with every move he made. Your lipstick was smeared, mascara smudged, and your hair a tangled mess, but you still looked as ethereal as you did before you got here.
His heartbeat was out of control, and only when you moved your shaking hands to his neck, did you feel his pulse beneath your fingertips, “Cum inside of me.”
Pure seduction weaved into your tone, even after your throat was raw from the moans and screams from your previous orgasms. It had him weak.
“I’m going to, baby.” He assured you, pants leaving his mouth, just seconds away from giving you everything.
“Fill me up.” You continued, purring it against his neck, feeling him shudder and whisper out curses under his breath, “Fill me up, Steve.”
“Fuck!”
A sleepy smile plastered on your face feeling every spurt of his cum and twitch of his cock from within you. Steve sank his forehead to your chest, grazing at your boobs and every inch of your skin as he caught his breath, slowly pulling out of you, surveying the mixture of you and him dripping onto the bedsheets.
“You’re fucking divine, you know that?” He puffed, palms resting on his hips, watching you turn on your side, eyes drifting close as you mumbled.
“I’m gonna wear that dress every day if you keep fucking me like that.” You added, causing the two of you to laugh, and Steve shook his head.
His palms ran up and down your legs, working them to feel some sort of relaxation as your shaking began to die down, “Gonna get a bath started, then bed.”
You nodded, eyes still closed, feeling his weight come off the bed, “I love you, Stevie.”
“I love you too, baby.” He replied, shuffling towards your side of the bed and leaving a passionate smooch on your lips before he headed towards the bathroom where the water began to run.
You had contemplated it multiple times…going back in time to act upon your feelings for Steve sooner, getting to have more moments like this and memories together. But in hindsight, the pinning and anticipation that grew between you and Steve made your love for each other sweeter.
It made you appreciate one another a little more. Learning to take your time and savor every touch and kiss you got to share. Reminding yourselves that you two both waited and longed for one another, which meant that you sure would have to learn how to love each other the way you each preferred.
You two acted upon your feelings at the right time.
Not too soon and not too late.
And so now you got to wake up every next to Steve and fall asleep right beside him every night. No matter where you were, the indentation in the bed always belong to Steve.
Your one and only.
Your lifeline.
And Steve, he was grateful for the same reasons and others as well.
You always saw something in him, even way before you two were an official couple. Back when you were just best friends, you saw the truth in him despite all his horrible attempts at trying to mask it with lies. And you definitely saw the best in him, even when he felt like others didn’t and even himself.
You were his one and only.
His lifeline.
“Stevieeeeeee.” You giggled, sloshing the bubbly water around the tub while he worked his fingertips through your scalp, massaging the shampoo into a lather.
“I told you no getting wine drunk in the bathtub!” Steve pretended to chide, seeing you reach for the wineglass and take another sip of the burgundy you had found in the mini fridge.
You laughed, catching his reflection in the glass, him looking laser concentrated at ensuring your hair was getting washed.
“Want a sip?” You suggested, turning back slightly to hold the glass up to his lips.
He nodded, fingers never withdrawing from your head as he wrapped his lips around the curve of the glass and you tipped it forward, enough for him to get his serving only before pouring it a little too much as it spilt past his lips and into the tub.
He grumbled, swinging his head as you were now a giggling, woozy mess, moving down to place the glass back on the floor as you continued to shriek at the red dripping down his chin.
Steve couldn’t pretend to be annoyed, just cracking his own smile and pulling his hands from your scalp, rinsing them in the water before wiping his mouth clean.
“You’re drunk.” He bopped your nose, smirking as you beamed back at him with a guilty face.
“Tipsy.” You corrected, only before turning your entire body to face him, not caring if the water was spilling outside of the tub, “Kiss?”
“Of course, baby.” He laughed, pressing his lips to yours, not drawing away until you did with a bemused smile on your face.
“Do you think the officiant is still going to be in town tomorrow?” You sought curiously, twirling a strand of his damp hair between your fingers.
Steve furrowed his brows and shrugged, “I’m not too sure…why?”
You bit your lip, pressing your cheek to your shoulder. “We could get married.”
He snickered, nodding his head at the thought of getting hitched to the love of his life on a random Sunda morning, it was so on brand for the two of you, yet it would be better to wait until you were fully sober to talk about it.
“I’d love to marry you, sweetheart, but let’s wash your hair first. Then we can talk about marriage alllll morning tomorrow.”
You beamed like you had won the lottery, frantically nodding your head as you kissed him once more, and got back into the position letting him finish washing your hair and then falling asleep in one another’s arms.
The mark that you and Steve left on each other, whether it’d be literal or figuratively, was something that neither of you could ever try to hide or replicate. It was like a golden tattoo that the two of you had inked on your skin. Something so rare yet fragile—worth so much, but just for the both of you to have.
Everything about you two was inescapable. Not worth trying to run from or trying to disguise.
So maybe at the end of the day, people knew about you and Steve.
But they didn’t know everything.
Not about how you two had carved your initials on his bedpost to mark your relationship.
Not the secret moments you two shared in crowded rooms with no suspicion.
Not the fact that you didn’t want each other as just best friends.
And definitely not that you only bought that dress so he could take it off.
A/N: UMMMMM first off...thanks to taylor for writing this sinful masterpiece that will forever have a chokehold on me. this song is soooo steve coded i just had to indulge and write this. speaking of, this is my first ever attempt at writing smut so please let me know how i did...i couldn't stop laughing cause i suck at explaining shit like this 😭😭😭 anyways, reblogs, likes, tags, and comments are greatly appreciated and i hope you all like this 💘✨💌
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I just discovered you and I’m crazy for your Eddie and Steve smuts like it’s unhealthy. Idrk if you take requests but you wrote that Eddie is into pegging🤭🤭 could you elaborate plz? I feel like thats so hot and I would just die! LOVE YOUR CONTENT YOURE AMAZING
First Time Pegging Eddie.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Dom!fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ mdni, pegging
Thank you so much bby<3 I’m so happy that you like them!
Reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated<3
Eddie was the one to bring it up, since the beginning of your relationship you both have been very open about your sexual wants and needs. You were both laying in bed one night cuddling when he brought the idea up to you.
"Hey, baby?" He whispered softly into your hair, his arms were wrapped around your waist holding you close to his chest.
"Yes?" You respond, tiredness laced in your voice
"Do you know anything about pegging?" This question immediately wakes you up, you turn your head to the side to face him
"Are you suggesting what I think you are, Eddie?" You ask scanning his face for any uncomfortableness but you can't find a trace.
A wide smile grows on his face "I wanna try it, you know to see if we like it... what do you think?"
You giggle softly "I would love to try it, baby"
The next day, you both set out to your local sex shop to find the perfect strap on. Eddie picked up each dildo that they sold and examined them to see the different shapes and styles that they offered, you watched him as he searched for the perfect one. You could feel yourself becoming more and more excited as the image of him bent over the bed play in your mind.
"This is it, this is the one" he shows you a box for a purple dildo that was seven inches. He chuckles playfully and says "let's get home and try this bad boy out"
Once you made it home he immediately pulls you straight into the bedroom and sits on the bed, he starts to open the dildo box with a smile so big you would've thought it was Christmas.
"Take your pants off, baby" he says and helps you out of them, he then puts the harness on you and tightens it so it's snug. He fumbles with his own pants as he tries to take them off as quickly as possible, you giggle at his eagerness
"Calm down, honey" you tease "it's not going anywhere"
"I know I know, I'm just excited" he chuckles and pulls down his pants exposing his already erect cock. You straddle his lap and start to make out with him, making sure he's prepared for what's to come.
After an intense make out session, it's finally time for the main event. "Get on all fours" you whisper seductively in his ear.
"Yes, ma'am" he smirks and lifts you off of him and gets into position
You stare down ass his bare ass as he offers himself to you, your heart beats faster than it ever has before. You take a bottle of lube and apply some to the tip of your fingers, you rub them together to warm it up. Slowly you rub your fingers on his puckered hole causing him to shutter.
"Easy there, baby" you say softly "just relax and let me take care of you"
"O-okay" he takes a deep breath to help calm himself
You spend a few minutes working your fingers in and out of his ass to stretch him open a little bit so it won't be so uncomfortable. Finally it's time to put it in. You lube up your fake purple cock and gently tease his hole with it.
"I'm gonna put it in, baby, just breathe for me" your words calm him instantly and almost make him even more excited
He nods in response and you slowly push into him causing him to let out a gasp, you pump in and out slowly to help him get accustomed to the size.
"Oh fuck" his voice shakes
"That feel good?" You ask, you would stop immediately if he said no
"So fucking good" he breathes out "I need more"
"Good boy" you praise and give him more
As you increase your speed, he increases his volume. His breathless pants turn into loud moans that fill the entire bedroom, you're so turned on by how much he loves you fucking him. You don't stop your thrusts for a moment as you reach your hand between his legs and start to jerk him off.
"You gonna cum for me?" You ask mockingly, already knowing the answer
"Y-yes, gonna cum" his voice is slightly muffled as his face is pressed against the mattress
Knowing his climax is imminent you speed up just the slightest bit to send him over the edge, his breathing becomes even heavier and his body begins to twitch
"SHIT!" He yells, his body convulses as cum flies out of his cock, his warm sticky seed covers the bed sheets and the back of your hand
"Fuck that was so hot" you laugh softly and slow down your thrusts as he rides out his high
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did y'all see the trailer for volume 2..................
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i'm writing eddie fluff and fluffy your good will chapters ASAP.
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no other trailer has had me crying like that. ever. not one mcu trailer. this is insane. i've lost all hope. they're hopeless. i'm gonna die on july 1st
#har-rison-s writes#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things 4#stranger things series#stranger things 4 volume 2#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader
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you should one where steve gets with reader (who’s a writer) and he’s trying to get them to go to sleep with him because it’s 3am
🦂 scrapoins >>>>
i see what you are doin @inaramisview
🦂 scrapoins for ever>>>>>
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The woman ignoring her fellow classmates, she was embarrassed. After all, she did just get rejected by the nerdiest boy in her school. Getting rejected was already embarrassing, but the dude no one likes confessing to her that he doesn’t even like her. Who wants her then?
You were just getting to your favorite part of the story you were writing. This was the climax, and it was going towards the falling action. You wanted to finish it now. I mean, you did so much writing tonight, so why not a little more?
There was a sound from the right side of you. It sounded like a cup hitting the table you were situated at. You turned your head to get a quick glance at the hot chocolate that was placed. This was when you realized how tired you actually felt.
It’s never something you notice until you aren’t focused on the task at hand that has taken you so long. The aching in your eyes made you want to reach up to rub your eyes to shake it off and try to continue writing. Until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your neck and drag down loosely and a head was nuzzled onto your own.
“Hey babes. Whatcha’ doin’ still up? You need to get some sleepy time you lose leaf.” It was Steve, of course. Who else would be roaming around your house at 3am?
“I’m writin’ me story,” nothing ever really makes sense when you’re tired. You finally reached up to rub your eyes and see how many grammatical and spelling errors on the screen.
“There is always tomorrow, love. This isn’t healthy.” You knew it wasn’t healthy. But you already had a drive to finish it. And it was sometimes rare to get it back. So, you need to jot down everything that just came to your mind. You don’t want to forget it. These thoughts are never going to go back to your mind.
“No,” you tried to move your hands back to your keyboard and try to do the same as your character you are writing about. Ignore people.
“Nuh uh.” Steve turned around your chair and picked you up by your waist. You wanted to fight back so bad, but you were so tired you couldn't. Going limp in your boyfriend's arms. It felt so comfortable for some reason that your eyes immediately fell to submission from your body telling you that you were indeed exhausted.
Before you knew it, nothing was going on. You felt yourself being placed on a pillow like surface with something propping your head up. Something was draped over your body, and you felt Steve’s chapped lips on your forehead before you heard your last thing for the night.
“Nighty night owl.”
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Ok so I just read your “Bad Idea” smut and it was amazing! Can you do one where the roles are reversed? Like y/n has the sex pollen infect her?
combining with request #2: Hey 🧍🏻♀️ this is my first time ever requesting smut so- I feel super awkward 😅, I was wondering if you could write Pietro maximoff eating (fem?) reader out on a couch (or gn reader, anything you want :)
a week’s isolation - p.m.
pairing: pietro maximoff x fem! reader
summary: the strange plant thor brought to earth from asgard is housed in the lab on the upmost floor of the compound, it’s pollen safely contained; your room, however, is right below it. too bad they forgot to seal the vents.
word count: 3,878
tw: smut smut smut. oral (f receiving). apologizing in advance. both parties are 18+ and consenting adults!!!!
a/n: takes place in between the age of ultron/civil war era. pietro and wanda are adults but still young! i haven’t written smut in such a long time so forgive me for the long time it took to get this posted. i get embarrassed when writing shit like this so it takes me twice as long since after every word i have to close my computer and take a lap around my room. hope u enjoy :)
“DOES EVERYONE UNDERSTAND?” FINISHED BANNER as he stood before the team, his face flushed and his eyes wide. Pietro had been half-listening for the first portion of the man’s speech, but at the sound of the words “highly dangerous” and “do not go near it”, his interest had been inevitably piqued.
Pietro fiddled with the string bracelet on his wrist, eyes drifting across the long, meeting table. You were sat next to the head of the table, hair daintily curved along the edges of your face, hands folded on the edge of the table, lips pressed together in thought. He blinked before he could get too lost in you; it had happened before and he didn’t feel like getting caught staring again.
A chorus of yes’s and head nods washed over the team, followed by a short moment of awkward silence as they individually considered the strangeness of the situation that was now in their midst. Pietro sent a tired glance to Wanda, who rolled her eyes and mouthed Pay attention!
“I need you all to seriously recognize the dangers this plant might cause,” Banner went on after the group gave their half-assed acknowledgements of their understanding. “Thor brought this here on accident, and it is only he and other Asgardians that are immune to it. We’re only trying to find a proper, safe way of disposing it, maybe even using a way to harness it’s pollen without... well, killing ourselves.”
“Why can’t Thor just bring it back up to Asgard?” Barton asked, scratching his chin. Shifting in his chair, he said, “I feel like that should be discussed.”
“The issue with that, Barton, is that it’s pollen has already begun to cling onto other things. Our plants, here on Earth, need some kind of vector to move their pollen from place to place, like insects or wind. On Asgard, or at least with this plant, it’s very different,” Banner explained. “The pollen acts almost like a virus, one that clings onto surfaces and grows. We don’t know how to kill this virus, so it’s harder to manage than normal pollen.”
Pietro watched you raise your hand; always so quiet, so polite, you were. It was endearing, he thought, watching you always behave so accordingly. The only time he ever saw you lose yourself was in the heat of a fight, when fists would fly and guns were drawn. It was a treat to see you in such a state, a rarity.
“Y/N? You have a question?”
“The pollen isn’t spreading into the compound, is it?” you asked carefully, something in your voice telling Pietro you were nervous. “Should I be worried?”
“No, we’ve done our very best to contain it,” Banner reassured you; Pietro watched your shoulders deflate. “As long as you all stay away from the lab, you’ll be just fine. And anyone who enters the lab will need to wear facial coverings. I’d even go as far as to say we should invest in more hazmat suits.”
“It’s not that extreme, is it?” Steve Rogers asked in disbelief. “I mean, hazmat suits? C’mon, Banner, what’s the big fuss?”
“The big fuss?” Banner gave a dry scoff. “The big fuss, Cap, is that if you’re exposed to the pollen, it’ll make your mind go into such a sex-driven frenzy that you’ll lose touch with goddamn reality! Do you want that? Because I seriously doubt you want that!”
A wave of silence washed over the room. Steve pressed his lips in a thin line, his nose dusted pink, and said nothing in response, only slowly shaking his head.
“We get it,” Natasha Romanoff spoke up after everyone spent a moment of clearing their throats and adjusting their chairs. “Stay away from big, scary plant.”
Bruce opened his mouth to keep going, but Tony Stark placed a hand on his shoulder.
“They get it,” Stark said. “We’ll change the password to the lab, anyways. J.A.R.V.I.S. will make sure no one goes in.”
All the members fizzled off, going their separate ways. Banner, Stark, and Thor ventured up towards the lab, the latter the only one not donned in a white hazmat suit. Wanda scooted her chair closer to yours, nudging your shoulder.
“Interesting, huh?” she commented. “Wonder what they do with them in Asgard.”
“S’probably like a drug,” Pietro chimed in, dragging his chair towards the two girls’ and sitting backwards on it, legs spread, hands dangling on the back of the chair. You crossed your legs, one folded gingerly over the other, the glossy black toe of your Mary Janes brushing his knee. “No doubt they get a shit ton of that pollen stuff and sell it.”
“I thought Asgardians were immune to it?” you said. Pietro paused.
“Well, maybe if they take a lot of it, it’s like that weird stuff you Americans have. Viagra. Helps it stay up, you know,” Pietro joked, to which Wanda whacked him on the shoulder. “What? Just a hypothesis.”
“Don’t be so crude,” Wanda chastised him. You giggled, the apples of your cheeks rose dusted. Pietro’s lips curled up at your reaction; you glanced over at him, matching his smile, before glancing back down at your lap. “Let’s just stay away from the lab for next few weeks or so. Play it safe.”
“I wanna see it,” Pietro ran a hand through the icy blonde tips of his hair. Your eyes widened a bit. “I’m curious now, y’know? I mean, what’s a sex plant supposed to even look like?”
“Curiosity killed the cat, Pietro,” you told him carefully, the sound of his name rolling so easily off your tongue that he almost felt goosebumps trail up his forearms. He smirked, cocking his head to the side.
“But satisfaction brought it back,” he finished the quote for you, raising an eyebrow. Your lips twitched, shaking your head a bit and looking away from him. Wanda rolled her eyes, patting you twice on the knee before standing up, strawberry-blonde hair tucked behind her ears.
“I’m going to find Vis,” she announced, the leather of her red jacket swishing against her waist. “I’m tired of this plant talk.”
“Your loss,” Pietro called after her as she walked off. She turned around and stuck her tongue out childishly before lifting a single hand; with a swirl of red light, the door slammed shut behind her. Glancing back at you, Pietro grinned. “You can’t tell me you’re not just the tiniest bit curious.”
“Of course I’m curious,” you told him, leaning forward a bit in excitement as you shifted around; the scoop neck of your black tee sat low on your chest as you moved, and he fought to keep his sights on your eyes. “But, it’s not worth the risk. Not in my opinion, at least.”
“Yeah, well,” Pietro shrugged. “Maybe I’ll grab ahold of one of those hazmat suits and head in there myself. Just to take a look.”
You sent him a look and sighed, “Just don’t be stupid.”
Pietro gave a toothy grin. “Oh, Y/N. When have I ever been stupid?”
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THE NEXT MORNING, PIETRO WAS bewildered to see you absent from the kitchen. Typically, you’d wake up way before he did, and he’d find you sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea or coffee and a book, silently reading. Vision sometimes would join you, or on certain days when Peter Parker would come round, Pietro would find you chatting away with him at the table. This specific morning, however, you were not there. Vision was sitting on his own, a copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden in front of him; a cold cup of coffee was sat in front of the empty chair.
“Buna dimineata,” Vision greeted in Sokovian, not looking up from his book. Pietro rubbed the sleep from his pale eyes and glanced at Y/N’s empty chair. “I presume you are curious as to where Y/N is.”
“Where is she?” Pietro asked, retying the white strings of his plaid blue and silver pajama pants. Vision glanced up at the cold cup of coffee, staring at it until it lifted into the air and carried itself towards the sink, dumping itself out and sitting on the chrome interior of the sink.
“I poured that for her, but she had yet to arrive,” Vision explained. Pietro furrowed his brows, crossing his arms over his chest where the white tank top he wore to sleep was wrinkled up. “I sought for Captain Rogers and he revealed to me that she’s been quarantined to her room.”
“Quarantined?” Pietro repeated, the word sounding uncomfortable on his tongue. He cursed under his breath before tentatively asking, “What for?”
Vision closed Walden and set it down on the table, letting out a simple breath and shifting his eyes to meet Pietro’s.
“It seems that the laboratory and Y/N’s room share an air vent,” he said. Pietro said nothing, not following. Vision stood up, tucking the chair back under the table and holding Walden with one hand. “They sealed off that mysterious plant, however they seem to have forgotten the air vent underneath the desk it’s planted on. That air vent just so happened to empty into Y/N’s room.”
“The pollen,” Pietro pinched the bridge of his nose. “O, la naiba...”
“So it’s just wise, according to Banner, that she is confined to her room,” Vision gave Pietro look, bowing his head forward as though he knew something he wasn’t supposed to. “Which means you must leave her alone until she has recovered.”
Pietro let out a sigh before moving his eyes away from version, clenching his jaw and thinking; maybe there was a way he could get into your room without getting infected by the pollen himself, even if it was just to talk with you. The idea of you being all cooped up there by yourself made his heart clench, but he also couldn’t help but let his mind wander to the effects the pollen was having on you.
“Pietro,” Vision said, and Pietro met his eyes. “Do not try and see her. We don’t know how much pollen is still in that room.”
Pietro rolled his eyes and left the room, not letting Vision interrupt his brainstorming. Banner had been extreme in his warnings about the effects, but how sexually-frustrated could the damn thing make a person? Besides, you were tough. He was sure it wasn’t too bad.
And it wasn’t. But after a week, he started getting anxious. Your room was entirely off limits, the only people going in out being Banner, to asses the situation, and Steve Rogers, to talk to you. You had always been close with Rogers, however, Pietro wished Banner could lend him one of those masks so he could see you.
One evening, Pietro couldn’t sleep. The more he laid in bed, pale eyes staring blankly at the white ceiling, the more he thought about you, cooped up in your room and probably in an unimaginable amount of pain. It had been a week and change already, and this isolation was sure to be driving you mad. He swung his legs around so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, and he paused.
Maybe this is a bad idea, he thought to himself as his legs carried him towards his door, Like, a really bad idea. He hand was still clasping over the doorknob and twisting, despite that little voice in the back of his head asking if this idea of his could potentially end badly.... or, he could end up helping you out. He couldn’t imagine being isolated for so long.
By the time he reached the outside of your bedroom, he paused, his knuckles hovering over the wood, hesitating to knock. He could hear you from outside, moaning and groaning in pain. His heart ached and he knocked.
The moaning stopped and Pietro gulped. “Hey, dragă...”
“Pietro?” you asked from inside. “You shouldn’t...” you paused, and he heard the sound of your bedsheets rustling. “You shouldn’t be near here...”
“I know,” he said. “But I wanted to see you.”
“Banner says it might be contagious,” you replied sadly. He could hear you frown. “I don’t want you to catch it.”
“It’s been over a week,” Pietro rolled his eyes. “I doubt it’s still airborne. Most viruses don’t last in the air for that long.”
“I guess,” you fell silent. More rustling. Pietro sighed and put his hand over the door knob. Taking a deep breath, he twisting and opened it.
You were a sight to see, that’s for sure. Half your body was covered by the white comforter, and the parts of you that weren’t were clad in a small tank top and small pajama shorts. The ceiling fan was on top speed, and there were two other fans propped up in the room, each pointing towards the bed.
Your face was a bright red, same with your chest, and your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail to keep it out of your face. But your eyes, that had previously been half-lidded, widened considerably when you saw Pietro open the door before you threw the entire blanket over yourself.
“You can’t be in here!” you shrilled. “You’ll catch it!”
You felt a hand grasp onto the blanket, slowly pulling it down and off of you. Pietro, his hair tousled by his hand and his lips curved into a gentle smile, let out a small laugh.
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’m, like, superhuman. I think I’ll be okay. Let’s go get some water.”
You hesitated, letting him slide the blanket off you. You clenched your jaw, cheeks flushing scarlet as your eyes raked him up and down; he was clad in a thin white tank top that was maybe a size too small, and white-and-blue pajama pants that hung low on his waist. Taking a deep breath, you swung your legs over the bed and got to your feet.
You walked behind him, scared to get too close. Pietro could see your hesitation to the leave the room, as well as your hesitation to touch anything.
“C’mon, dragă,” Pietro laughed at you. “It’s okay. I feel fine. You’re not going to get me sick.”
“We don’t know that,” you took another heavy breath, keeping your eyes off of him. The flushing of your face made it hard to breathe and the twisting in your lower abdomen was making your head whirl. The muscles of his back flexing every five seconds as he reached up in the cabinets for a cup was not helping. You gulped. “I need to sit down...”
“All right,” Pietro glanced back at you, holding the two cups of ice water. “You okay?”
“None of the medicines work,” you mumbled, hesitantly taking the from him. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch, staring at you. You felt your neck get hotter and glancing down at your lap. “I just gets worse.”
“What does?” Pietro asked curiously. “What’s the issue? Nauseous? Headache?”
“Erm,” you took a shaky breath and squeezed your legs together. “Hard to explain. The plant, the one from Asgard that did this... it’s... it’s kind of odd...”
Pietro raised a brow. You had a death grip on both your cup and the couch cushion. Face beet red, you took a sip from your trembling hand, avoiding his inquisitive stare.
“How so?” Pietro asked.
“I don’t really know,” you mumbled. “Banner said it’s got these, like... coitus pheromones? I don’t really know what that word means, but he refuses to elaborate.”
It was Pietro’s turn to feel his cheeks grow hot. The word was the same in Sokovian, and he knew it was a fancy term for sex, but he was shocked that you didn’t know. You were supposed to be the smart one.
“Y/N... you don’t remember what it means?” he asked carefully. You shook your head.
“Do you?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes for the first time in a few minutes. Pietro bit the inside of his cheek. No wonder you were gripping the couch like a lifeline. This whole time, he had assumed you were moaning and groaning because of pain. His chest felt hot. “What’s it mean?”
“It means sex, Y/N,” he told you slowly. “If Banner says it’s got “coitus pheromones”, that means it’s like... it really is like alien viagra. Like I had joked about before…”
He saw your eyes grow wide, your chest beginning to rise and fall with greater speed. You averted your eyes away from him in almost an instant, pressing your lips together in a thin line and shrinking back as though to pretend he were not there.
“Great,” you mumbled. Pietro shrugged.
“S’not like you didn’t know what it did,” he said honestly. “You’ve been feeling like this for more than a week, you’ve had to have some idea. Probably driving you up a wall, huh?”
You gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah.”
Pietro stared at you, watching the rise and fall of your chest. “I could help you. If you wanted me to.”
You gave him a very odd look, brows furrowing just a bit. The air felt warmer, as though someone had turned off the A/C. “What?”
“You heard me,” Pietro muttered, and now it was his turn to shrink back, his back hunching. “Only if you want...”
“I can’t ask you to do that,” you mumbled. Pietro pursed his lips.
“You’re not,” Pietro said simply. “I’m asking you if you want me to help you.”
“I...” you bit the inside of your cheek, and he watched you take a deep, steady breath. “Of course I want you to.”
“Well...” Pietro trailed off, staring at you, awaiting your word. His knees were practically touching yours, the head radiating off of him making you grip the couch tighter.
“Well, what?” you asked. His hand left where it had previously rested on his lap and latched onto your knee, sliding upwards at a snail’s pace.
“Can I?” he asked softly. “Help you?”
You glanced down at where his hand rested on your thigh. Back up at his eyes. Jesus christ.
“Yes.”
You could’ve sworn you saw his lips twitch upwards, a half-smirk half-smile fighting to curl onto his face. You didn’t bother dwelling on it, though, considering you were too focused on the fact that his other hand was on your other thigh, his hands sliding up and down your leg leisurely before coming back down onto your knees.
He pushed your knees apart, his calloused fingers digging into your bare skin, pale blue eyes never leaving yours. You took another shaky breath, swallowing anxiously. He lowered himself off of the coffee table he had been sitting on, kneeling in between your knees. His fingers crawled up to the fabric of your pajama shorts, tugging on the hem.
“Y’know these gotta go, right?” he asked rhetorically.
“Mmhm,” you gulped and did nothing for a second, but as he continued to tug on them, you took the top elastic and pulled it down until it reached his hands. He did the rest of the work, discarding them beside where he knelt.
Your underwear was a light blue, which just so happened to be Pietro’s favorite color (this was a coincidence, you swear). He hummed in approval and spread your knees apart wider. His eyes darted down, spotting the darkened patch of fabric right over her sex. He gave a smirk and snapped his eyes back up to yours again.
Saying nothing, he brought his hand closer to you, running his index finger up and down the darkened fabric. You shuddered. He was barely putting pressure on you, but it seemed the pollen was making even the slightest touch feel a million times more intense than it was.
“These also have to go. As much as I like ‘em,” he said, tugging on the azure fabric of your panties. You felt yourself smile a bit.
“Okay,” you rolled your eyes, but grabbed the hem and pulled down down. Pietro grabbed them off of your ankles, and lifted them up in front of his eyes.
“Can I keep these?” he asked. You kicked him with your foot.
“Creep,” you said. He chuckled and put them on top fo your discarded pajama shorts. “Can you please just...”
“Just do what?”
You huffed and mumbled something unintelligible. He pressed his thumb to your clit rather harshly, moving in small, quick circles.
“What was that?” He asked as you gasped, hands grappling at the edge of the sofa. “What do you want?”
“Everything,” you breathed, your stomach fluttering. Pietro hummed.
“Well, I don’t have time to give you everything, but I can give you a... what do you call it? A taste?"
And then, before she could say anything more, he dove forward and pressed a kiss to your clit, eliciting another gasp from you. He skillfully traced his tongue up and down the length of your slit before returning to your clit, where he wrapped his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked. You slithered a hand down to tangle in his hair, grasping at the white-blonde locks.
“Christ, Piet,” you breathed. You felt him smile before he lifted his mouth up for a second, licking his lips. Locking eyes with you, he brought himself back down to trace circles around your entrance with his tongue. Without a second to waste, he brought his hand up and plunged his index finger inside, pulling it out to only shove it back in over and over again.
Your head fell back onto the cushion of the couch, back arching, one hand grappling at the back of its foundations while the other grasped onto Pietro’s hair. Pietro’s eyes flickered back and forth between your half-lidded eyes and the finger that was moving in and out of you, and with a rush of adrenaline, he shoved his middle finger inside, too.
Curling his fingers, he brought his mouth to your clit. “Close, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” was all you could find words for, the combination between his fingers and his mouth making your vision go blurry and your mind go blank. “Uh-huh.”
“C’mon, dragă,” he coaxed, his words slightly muffled by his lips being pressed to your clit. “Give it to me.”
Back arching, the coil inside of your lower abdomen finally began to unravel at high speed, body spasming over his long fingers as pretty moans slipped from between your lips. Pietro was grinning as he sucked at your cunt, feeling your velvet walls tighten around his fingers as you orgasmed.
When the noises from you ceased, and your breathing began to slow, he pulled his fingers out and sat upright. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and just as they locked, he put his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. You shivered.
“Feel better?” he asked casually. You paused.
“Yeah,” you said in shock. “I actually do.”
“Told you,” he smirked. You smiled at him.
“Thanks.”
“Of course,” he replied, getting off his knees and sitting beside you, handing you your underwear and shorts. “Would’ve done it even without the pollen, y’know.”
“Yeah?” you raised an eyebrow. He gave a firm nod. “I’ll have to take you up on that, then.”
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translation:
“Buna dimineata.” - Good morning
“O, la naiba.” - Oh, damn it.
“Dragă.” - Darling, Sweetheart, Love
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a/n: this is painfully unedited im sorry.
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