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Secret Underneath: Part 12 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

A/N: This is one of the series of mine I reread constantly just because I need them to come take away all of my troubles <3. But it's been a hot minute since I updated so ENJOY <3

Warning: Older (Mid thirties) Sugar Daddies Steve and Eddie/ Young (Early to mid 20s) Baby Fem Plus Size Reader, SMUT, role play, all the dirty talk, spanking, light degrading (whore, slut), aftercare always, FLUFF, they love each other, a serious but conversation is add near the end. Reader wears a bikini top at the beach and the boys love it.

ANGST, mentions of meeting the Harringtons and Wayne, Steve talks about his fears in that regard (says his parents are elitist and worries how he'll view Y/N), Both boy briefly touch on fears of being their dad (Steve mentions his dad was a womanizer, Eddie talks about his dad in jail), Reader mentions that she understands the Harringtons may not like her cause of her size and status (boy shut that shit down quick), Brief mentions of their ex (like super brief like you gotta squint), I think that's it.

Nothing too dramatic because after their last couple of chapters I thought they deserved to have fun.

Word Count: 5972

Series Here/ Donate to Me

Eddie smiles wide, resting his chin on your shoulder as you reach around to play with his hair while you lean your back against his bare chest. 

After everything with Gina, the boys wanted to take you on a vacation insisting that you deserved to know how special you were and how much they appreciated you. They said you could go anywhere and after giving them the cheesy answer of, “Anywhere I’m with you”, they rolled their eyes before choosing a spot they thought you’d enjoy. 

“You were right, guys. This beach is so beautiful.”, you sigh happily. 

“Greece has some gorgeous beaches but this has a wonderful view.”, Steve grinned as his head lulled your way from his spot above you both on his lounge chair. “I don’t know how I feel about everyone else’s view.”

At his comment, your gaze shifts towards him and he directs your eyeline to some of the younger men around you three looking your way. 

“I told you a bikini top was a bad idea.”, you whine as you reach over for the cover but the mogul hastily pulls it out of your reach. 

“That may be, honey, but not for the reason you think.”, he chuckles. 

“One of the kids over there called you lágnos. It means sexy in Greek.”, Eddie explains. 

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes it does! If anyone knows the word sexy, it’s me, sweetheart.”

“Oh pfft.”, you giggle, keening into his embrace.

“I mean, they aren’t wrong.”, Steve flirts making you blush. “You are very…lágnos.”

Smiling wide, you grab his chin and tilt up to kiss his lips before doing the same with Eddie. “I’ve never worn a bikini before out in public.”

“I know, babe, but you look gorgeous and I love having all this easy access.”

At his playful words, the rockstar kisses the base of your neck as his palm runs along your belly making you laugh as you push at his hands. Your grin abruptly falls as you press yourself further into his chest. 

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s a guy with a professional camera over there by the wall.”

Steve’s eyes immediately begin searching, his irises hidden behind his sunglasses.

“One o’clock, Ed.”

A bit dramatically, the long-haired boy bends backward instead of turning his head to find there was indeed a photographer hiding while snapping photos of the three of you together. 

“Should I hit him?”

“No, idiot.”, the mogul laughs, wrapping his arm around your chest when you place yourself between his legs. “Are you ok, honey? Do you want to go?”

Shaking your head, you cup one of his cheeks in your palm as you bring your lips to his. As he starts to pull away with a smile, you keep his mouth against yours and it feels like time stops as the wind blows around you both. 

“I love you.”, you murmur before sliding back down to sit with Eddie and do the same. “So much.”

***

“You know I’m not much of wine guy but this fruity flavored shit isn’t too bad.”, the rockstar says as he tilts his glass towards his friend who was providing everyone else with refills. 

Renting a gorgeous little cottage near the water on a different beach, you three were able to sit outside as you watched the sun set and devour an utterly delicious meal that they ordered from a restaurant they both frequented when they vacationed here. 

As everything around you began to settle, you took in both men before you while they continue to joke around with each other. 

Both boys were wearing shorts but while Eddie was shirtless Steve was donning a white button up shirt with only two of the buttons connected allowing the wind to catch it and show off certain parts of his chest that had you sighing with pleasure. 

They were incredibly tan due to the sun but it seemed evenly distributed giving them this glow that made them seem almost angelic. The metalhead had his hair pulled up while the mogul had yet to put any product in his since you three arrived and you loved that tufts of it would settle in front of his eyes. 

For a moment, you felt like you were able to see what they were like when they were younger. Probably a lot more care free physically, mentally, and emotionally than they had been these last few years. 

“Oy!”, Eddie teases, lightly pushing your arm. “Where did you go, baby? You were disassociating for a moment there.”

“I wasn’t disassociating, dork.”, you giggle. “I was just…looking at you.”

“Oh? Like what you see?”, he asks, sticking out his tongue and running his fingers down his chest.

“Hmmm…not really.”

“Pfft, little brat.”, the rockstar mumbles with a smirk as he gently smacks your thigh. 

“I wish I met you guys when you were just starting your careers. I bet that was an adventure.”

“Oh lord. It was exhausting for sure.”, Steve sighs. “Took my dad forever to let go and even now he still pops in from time to time giving me ‘pointers’ like I asked.”

“I think when we, Corroded Coffin, moved out here, we were moving place to place and sleeping 4 people to one bedroom. Our first song didn’t really take off till a couple of years later.”

“I bet your uncle was always proud.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, he was.”, Eddie smiles as his gaze shifts to the table and he takes a sip from his glass. “He, um, I was thinking of inviting him up to New York to, uh, I mean if you want to…meet him…We’ve met your parents and I think…well we think…”

“You’re cute when stutter.”, you jest, reaching out to poke his nose and in return he grabs your hand to kiss the back. “I’d love to meet him.”

Your eyes glance towards Steve who simply smiles your way before taking a couple more gulps from his glass. 

“You don’t have to introduce me to them if you don’t want to.”

The mogul’s jaw tightens and Eddie lightly kicks his shin causing the man to exhale out his frustrations. 

“My parents aren’t like Wayne. They’re kind of elitist snobs especially my father.”

“I understand.”, you try to comfort, your bare foot caressing his leg. 

“Hey, maybe we can invite Mya up to and show her around. My uncle would definitely enjoy chatting with someone as quick witted as her.”, the rockstar interjects, trying to elevate the mood once more. 

“I’d like that. I’ll ask her what her schedule is when we get home. I just want this vacation here to be about us.”

“I want you to meet them…”, Steve says abruptly. “…I want you to understand that part of my history. It’s just…you just went through a lot with…you know and I don’t want to push you into another uncomfortable situation.”

“You say that like you know it will be.”

“Hell, sweetheart, even I know it will be.”, Eddie sighs as his finger plays with the rim of his glass. “When I met Bill Harrington, he wasn’t shy about my attire and background. He told Stevie to be careful around me because he wouldn’t be surprised if I was taking money from his company and was a criminal like my father.”

Your face scrunches in disgust making the metalhead chuckle as he kisses your hand again.

“He DID approve of one person though.”

“Really? With all her bad press, I would think—”

“Yeah, that’s my dad. Plus, he and my mother enjoyed Libby Frost’s films so yeah. She kind of allowed them an in to meet her and spend time with one of their favorite actresses.”

“…and I don’t have connections like that…Add in my income and size—”

“Hm, hm. Nope. Not having that discussion again. You are perfect to us; end of story.”

Your gaze shifts towards Eddie as he finishes the wine in his glass while Steve’s chest heavily heaves out an aggravated breath. They weren’t angry but more resolved with the notion and you loved that. You felt safe with the fact that if someone disrespected you in anyway, especially when it came to your appearance, they would set that person straight.  

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you all hot and bothered. 

“I brought something I think you guys will like especially on my body.”, you grin with a little wink.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm. I have to go put it on. Why don’t you two make yourself comfortable in the living room.”

Biting your bottom lip, you feel their eyes follow you as you bounce off towards the bedroom and you hear them fumble over each other to get inside. 

You’re not sure if they were aware but you could hear them talk as you got ready. 

“Fuck me, I’m so in love with that woman.”, Eddie sighs happily. “I wish we could marry her.”

“Yeah… Have like a little thing with her family and Mya as her maid of honor. Some of our friends would come up from Hawkins and Wayne of course.”

“You wouldn’t want to at least invite your mom?”

“Naw, man. She wouldn’t come without my dad and he’d ruin it. Fuck, dude, just picturing Y/N in like one of those poofy gowns like a princess you know?”

You smile to yourself at the sound of Steve getting excited at the idea. 

“Dude, yeah, and one of those veils that’s a halo around her forehead instead of a headband. I saw one of those in a magazine once and thought they were so cool… But she’d be beautiful in anything…”

“Yeah.”

Your heels click down the tiny hallway into the living room where you find the boys slumped down loosely on adjacent sofas with their legs manspread and heads tilted backward while they stared at the ceiling. When you entered however they both sat at attention. 

Leaning against the entry way you twirled your finger around your hair, drawing attention to the white cuffs usually at the end of a suit wrapped around each wrist. The corset you had hugging your frame was a pinstripe number that just barely covered your breasts with straps on your thighs that clung to the stockings that were mid high accentuating your legs down to your black heels that had Steve swallowing thickly. 

“I know it looks like someone just…cut up a suit but…”, you giggle. “I was thinking…maybe we could roleplay.”

Eddie’s the first to regain his composure, laughing lightly through his teeth as he throws one of his arms over the back of the sofa. 

“Out of all the roleplay ideas, miss teacher, what made you choose this?”

After sauntering his way, you place your palms on his shoulders and straddle his lap.

“Because Mr. Munson, I’m already a teacher so it’s not really stepping outside of my comfort zone and because that would push me more into a dominate role. I don’t want that.” At your last sentence, you scrunch your nose and shake your head making his smile grow as he mimics the action. “I figured maybe I could be your assistant. I help Mr. Munson and Mr. Harrington with anything they need.”

“Oof, baby girl, you’re playing with fire.”

Making a gesture of it, you roll your hips allowing your breasts to push slightly into the rockstar’s face as you rise to your feet and face the other man. 

“And why is that, Daddy?”

“Because Daddy is one thing…Steve is one thing…Mr. Harrington…”, he pauses as his stern eyes lock on you making you stand still. “…is another. So is Mr. Munson when he’s not fucking around on stage. Behind the scenes, he’s calculated and focused when he’s writing or producing.”

You nod, glancing towards Eddie knowing what Steve says is the truth. You had visited them both multiple times at the studio or office and each time they had a hardened exterior that softened the moment they saw you. Even when they worked from home they were zeroed in and you always found it incredible sexy. 

You knew what you were doing when you said your next sentence and you couldn’t wait to play with the men before you. 

“I see. Well, Mr. Harrington, if you and Mr. Munson can’t handle little ‘ol me then I understand.”

“Freeze.”

As you began to turn away from him. his deep, prominent tone ran through your body down to your core. 

“Face me.” When you do what he commands, you can’t hide the giddy smile that paints your face. “Something funny?”

“No, sir.”

“Then why are you smiling? You think you can disrespect your bosses like that and just laugh it off?”

Blinking, you place your hands behind your back and hang your head. 

“No, sir. I’m sorry for being rude.”, you pout. “Can I make it up to you? Show you I’m right for the job?”

Both men exchange a glance before Steve pushes out his lips as if pretending to think about it before rising to his feet. 

“Come.”

You do what he commands, scurring hastily behind him as he powerwalks past you towards the bedroom and pulls out a chair at the desk nearby. You promptly take a seat, facing towards the empty wall in front of you while listening in to their whispered conversation behind you. 

“Did you bring your laptop?”

“Oh? Did you forget something, Stevie?”, Eddie teased, digging around in one of his bags. 

When the device is placed in front of you, you sit up straighter and tilt out of the mogul’s way when you feel his face beside your own. Strong arms box you in as he reaches over you to type in the password to open the computer.

“How do you know his password, Daddy?”

“Because it’s the same as mine.”, he murmurs, focusing as you watch him type in your name along with the date they found you on that sugar daddy website, smiling softly when it works and you’re met with the image on Eddie’s desktop of you in his arms after a fun date night out. “Mine is of us a photographer took at that first event. I loved that pink dress you wore. Of course, I like everything you wear but…”

As his voice trailed off while focused, you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek, grinning wider when Eddie tapped your shoulder and leaned your way, tapping his cheek that you promptly kissed as well. 

“Alright Miss Y/L/N, you’re ready to do some work?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington.”, you replied, facing the monitor which now displayed his paperwork you had seen strewn across his desk multiple times. 

Steve let you go and placed himself haphazardly on the desk in front of you, lazily throwing his hands across his lap. You had seen him do this to especially at work and during photoshoots for business magazines about his company. He was definitely in a particular mindset and even without one of his many sleek suits, his body language still screamed power. 

“Now, what I want you to do is read this proposal for me out loud word for word. If you make any mistakes or get…distracted…well, let’s just say we may have to rethink your position here at our company.”

“At Harrington & Munson co?”

“Oh, Stevie, I like that. You have a name for your next building.”, the rockstar chuckles beside you but to your surprise (and utter amusement) Steve doesn’t react at all, staring down at you with intense irises that has a heat rising in your cheeks.

Eddie leans against the opposite side of the laptop mirroring his friend as their eyes penetrate your own. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a bit intimidated by their authority as you fully entered the headspace all three of you loved so much. 

“Begin.”

At the mogul’s words, you began to read the document in front of you which was simple enough with only the header and some information about the company reaching out to him. You had no idea how he found any of this interesting but he was definitely good at what he did so you couldn’t fault him for choosing this as his career. 

The metalhead lightly pushed your chair back distracting you only for a moment as your gaze shift towards him and up to Steve who nodded his head as if to say you were alright since you were being pushed away from the words in front of you. 

Taking a hold of your ankle, Eddie yanked you towards him making you giggle before blinking and continuing your task. A small smile remained painted on your lips as the rockstar kissed gently up your leg with his own, turning into your palm to peck at the base when your hand reached down to pet his head. 

It wasn’t until his fingers pressed into your thighs that you realized this may be harder than you thought. The man’s tongue effortlessly flicked between your folds and a shaky breath promptly left your mouth. 

“Problem, Miss Y/L/N?”

“N-No-ah-No, Mr. Harrington.”, you hiccupped as the muscle between Eddie’s teeth continued to play with your clit. “I’m sorry. ‘The…The renovations for building…’”

Steve was impressed with how well you were able to keep it together even while your eyes continued to flutter and your breathing stuttered over every other word. The metalhead was on a mission, his tongue never letting up for one moment as he listened to your struggle. 

“’…Deeds will be—mmph—need to be…signed…’ Fuck.”

“Hm, does it really say that in there? Never thought this client would slide a curse word in there.”, the mogul replied almost too casually even while knowing you fucked up. You tried to pick up where you left off but your vision was blurring as you neared your orgasm. Fingers roughly pinched your cheeks, forcing you to meet Steve’s angry features. “Are we having trouble, Y/N? I don’t hire little girls who can’t focus.”

You tried desperately to apologize but the words fell flat on your tongue as the coil snapped and your thighs closed around Eddie’s curls as his mouth licked you clean. 

“I don’t know, Munson, maybe you’ll have better luck.”, he chastised, releasing his grip as the rockstar rose to his feet and wiped his face with the back of his hand. 

“I can try. Let me see if I can find something as boring as your crap.”, he lightly teased causing Steve to roll his eyes before gripping your bicep. 

“Up.”

As soon as you stand, you feel him pull the chair away from you before casually reaching around your frame to pull the desk away from the wall. 

“Alright, I think I got something here.”, Eddie sang, placing the computer down just as the mogul put his palm between your shoulder blades and guided your body till you were bent over the shining mahogany balancing on your forearms. “This is Corroded Coffin’s last contract we signed about a year ago. Still incredibly important, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I understand, Mr. Munson.”

“Oh, I could get used to that.”, he coos, gesturing with his head towards the laptop. “Read.”

You did as you were told, trying to ignore the feeling of Steve’s palms gently caressing your thighs and over your behind. Kneading your flesh in his hand, you felt him open you wider, putting your glistening pussy on display for him before opening his mouth wide to devour you. 

You stutter over a word and his large hand came down hard to spank your ass, jolting you forward as you whimpered.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t focus?”

“N-No, I can…I can focus. Please…”, you begged even as the mogul’s grip on you tightened, pulling you closer to his tongue as he pushed his face harder against your cunt. “’C-Corroded Coffin will have—mmm—have press tours a-a-after their…”

It was no use. 

Like his friend, he was building you up with no room to breathe and all you could do was lay there wrapped in the euphoria that was them. 

The device was removed from your sight as Eddie replaced its view, leaning on his own forearms while his intense eyes watched your face scrunch in pleasure. 

“Naw, baby. I don’t think we can hire you to work for us to do paperwork or anything like that but maybe we can find another position that’s available.” 

At his salacious words, your forehead fell against the desk as your orgasm crashed over you.  You were still twitching against the wood when you heard the man behind you hastily push down his shorts and drag the tip of his cock through your slick before guiding himself inside you. 

“Oh f-fuck, Daddy.”

“What do you think, Miss Y/L/N? Do you want to be our little whore?” While Eddie murmured his filthy words, Steve was anything but gentle while his fingers bruised your hips and he slammed his length at such an aggressive pace you knew you would feel him tomorrow. “Steve could fuck you on his desk whenever he wants while he muffles your screams with his tie. Or you could ride me in our studio after a recording session. Maybe after an interview we could drag into a bathroom or the car outside till we fill you with our cum. Would you want that?”

When you don’t immediately answer, the mogul spanks your behind and you grunt, lifting your head to answer him with hooded eyes. 

“Yes, I want that.”

“Tell him. Tell Mr. Harrington what you want.”

“I—fuck—I want to be your little whore…Mr. Harrington.”

Folding his body over yours, Steve took hold of your jaw and craned your neck, whispering in your ear as he rolled his hips. 

“Yeah? You wanna be my whore, baby girl? Shit, Y/N, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought of bending you over my desk like this. I get so fucking hard I have to jerk off in my office bathroom. P-Picturing you looking back at me and begging for my cum. Beg me, honey. Beg me for my cum.”

“Please…please, Mr. Harrington. I want your cum. Cum with me, baby.”

You chant his request as he pushes off your sweaty form to pound into you. Your hands squeak down the desk as you come undone, your pussy quivering tightly around his cock as he reaches underneath you to press fast circles against your clit to elongate your high. It’s almost too much for him to handle as he grunts loudly and thrusts his release deep within your walls. 

Once Steve gradually pulled his body away from yours, a ringed hand playfully spanked your ass before your waist was yanked and you were spun around to meet Eddie’s awaiting lips. On impulse, your arms wrapped around his neck and he smiled against your kisses as his palms gripped the back of your thighs to lift you back onto the desk. 

Your eyes remined glued to his sexy physique as you laid back flat and your legs wrapped around his waist while he watched his dick slowly disappear inside your entrance. 

Unlike his friend, the rockstar set a steady pace, his chocolate irises watching your slick coat him every time his hips met yours. 

“Goddamn, sweetheart, I could fuck you like this all day.”

“You can.”, you coo lightly, biting your bottom lip when he smirks your way. “I’m your little slut to, Mr. Munson.”

His cock twitched inside you at the title, his eyes darkening with desire as he tilted towards you and you pushed up on your elbows to meet him halfway. 

“Say it again.”

“I’m. Your. Little. Slut.”, you tease, your tongue licking his lip between each word. “Mr. Munson.”

That was all he needed as Eddie picked up his rhythm, head hanging in focus as you both groaned in pleasure. Your eyes wanted to flutter shut but you had to force them to remain open, watching the man in front of you whose palms were roaming your thighs and tummy. 

Hands abruptly cupped your breasts under your corset and your back arched to meet Steve’s hairy chest as he hovered over you to play with your tits. Your lips open mouth kissed his skin as his own latched onto your nipple allowing his tongue to flick and suck at the sensitive bud making your pussy flex around the boy inside you. 

It was dizzying, the speed and roughness at which Eddie slid his arm behind your back to pull you to his chest and lift you off the desk to bring you with him to the chair the mogul had left in the middle of the room. 

His palm spanked you and you knew what he wanted. 

Your fingers tangled in the hair behind his ears for leverage and you pressed your forehead to his damp one as you bounced hard against him, pounding his cock so deep inside you, you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“That’s Daddy’s g-good girl. Fuck, make yourself cum, pretty girl.”

Burying your face in the nook between his neck and shoulder, you smothered your whimpers as the ball dropped, your pace faltering as you came. 

Eddie’s arms held you tightly, helping to maneuver your slightly limp frame till you heard him grunt in your ear and felt his release warm your insides. 

You clung to each other trying to catch your breath till the rockstar heard you hiss lightly, pulling you back to scan you over and make sure you were alright. 

“This…corset is… stabbing my boob.”

The two of you giggle as he searches for a way to take it off before Steve kneels behind you and starts untying the strings. 

“Where did you find this, by the way? We’ll need to buy some more.”

“I have my sources, Mr. Munson.”, you jest making him grin softly as he leans forward to lightly kiss your collarbone. 

“Don’t play with fire, sweetheart, while I’m still inside of you.”

“If I do will I get the job?”, you coo, tilting his head back to kiss his lips. 

“Baby, you had me at hello.”

You playfully roll your eyes as he laughs at his own joke, keeping a grip on your hips while the other boy carefully lifts your garment away from your body. 

“Alright, honey, let’s get you into the bath.”, Steve instructs, holding your hand as he helps you to your feet. 

You observe him with adoration filled eyes as he focuses on his task, balancing against his palms on the edge of the tub while waiting for it to fill. Your arm circles around his and he can’t help but chuckle from his throat when you place tender kisses along his bicep. 

“You alright?”

“Mhmm…I just love you.”

“I love you to. Here let me…get all this stuff…off of you.”, he groans, descending on to his heels to begin removing the rest of your ensemble. “I, uh, I hope it goes without saying that I’ve never done anything like that with anyone in my office. I mean my dad did a bunch but I’m not…I would never—”

Your lips against his interrupt his thought, his eyes remaining closed as your fingers continue to grip his chin. 

“I know, Steve. I never would have bought this if I thought you were capable of that. Baby…you’re not him. I know you’re not him but when are YOU going to believe it?”

“If your goal is to drown her, Steven, can you wait till our names aren’t attached to the place.”, Eddie joked, quickly moving to turn off the facet and draining a bit before it overflowed from the tub. It takes him a moment to assess the situation but when he realizes something important is being said he sits beside you to take your hand in his. 

“I’m trying, honey, I swear.”, he murmurs, kissing your knee as his fingers gently slide down your stockings and remove your shoes. “Eddie’s afraid to, ya know, of becoming his dad.”

“Wow. Way to throw me under that bus with you, bud.”, the rockstar laughs, kicking his friend lightly with his foot. “Plus, she knows that already.”

“I do but I still don’t get it…when it comes to me, I mean. You’d never hurt me, Eddie, not like that and neither would you, Steve.”

“I know but I get what he’s saying.”, the metalhead sighs, waiting for you to get into the warm water so they can join. “It’s a lingering fear.”

You nod as you allow them to clean you, shifting your focus into the void as your brain began to wonder. 

“May I ask a question?”

“Of course, baby, this isn’t class. You don’t have to raise your hand.”, the mogul jests causing all three of you to laugh as you push back against his chest. 

“You two have told me about your fears of becoming how you dads were with your moms but do you have any lingering fears when it comes to how they were with you?”

“Was that riddle?”

“Shut up.”, you giggle. “No, I mean like…”

“Don’t be afraid, sweetheart, out with it!”

“I mean like if we ever had kids!” All the energy in the room feels like it freezes as both men become silent and Eddie blinks, tilting his head in what appears to be confusion. “A-Are you guys…afraid of…having kids? I…we’ve never talked about it but I heard you talking about wishing you could marry me and I just had the thought of…like…would you want a family…with…me.”

“You’re doing Harrington’s ramble thing.”

“Shut up, Munson.”, Steve murmurs in one of his more serious tones that makes you incredibly nervous. 

“I was just asking, you know, thinking out loud.”, you try to deflect nonchalantly, hoping to avoid ruining a perfect vacation. Usually, they take you out of the bath and get you ready for bed but you don’t give them a chance as you climb out of the porcelain, grabbing a towel. “We can talk about it later down the line or not at all. It doesn’t really matter.”

You move so fast out of the bathroom that the mogul has to practically chase after you, grabbing your shoulder to stop you from leaving the bedroom entirely. 

“Hey, look at me.”, he asks softly, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs when you adamantly shake your head and close your eyes. “Y/N, honey, look at me, please.”

“I’m scared.”

Your shoulders raise in surprise when you feel a shirt being pulled over your head and Steve continues to hold you steady while Eddie lifts your feet to pull some underwear up your frame. 

“It matters to you so it matters to us, pretty girl.”, the metalhead comforts, circling his arms around your waist from behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Honestly, we’ve never really thought about it.”

“To be fair, we’ve never thought of marrying anyone either.”

When your eyes finally open, you’re met with kind irises and a soft smile. 

“Really? Not even…?”

“Jesus Christ, no.”, Steve laughed, taking a seat on the end of the bed. “The way she described our ‘future marriage’ made it sound like some fucking publicity stunt and she never once brought up kids.”

“Her mom did but she probably barely remembers that behind all the booze.”, Eddie adds with exasperation, lifting you in his grasp and making you laugh as he lightly tosses you on the bed. Both men crawl up into their usual spots around you, Steve tugging you closer to his chest while Eddie reaches out to push your hair behind your ear with his free hand that you aren’t holding. “WOULD you want to marry us if you could?”

When you scrunch your features pretending to think, the mogul squeezes you tighter as if about to playfully wrestle the answer out of you before you finally respond. 

“I would and, um, I wouldn’t mind kids one day.”, you answer, your voice trailing near the end of your sentence. 

“You wouldn’t mind or you definitely want?”

You hear it within the rockstars words, the seriousness behind his question needing an answer.

“I definitely want kids with you both. Maybe with a big house near a lake where no one would bother us or take pictures. You could have your own recording and music room while Steve could have his own office where you both could breathe and relax without worry.”

“And, of course, each kid would need their own bedroom so…how many rooms would we need?”, the pretty boy inquires but you hear the real question. 

“2 or 3, maybe. I know you two are busy so I understand if you don’t want that many…rooms…”

“Hm, ok, so a music room, Stevie’s office, three bedrooms (one for each kiddo) …what about you, sweetheart? What kind of room do you want?”

“When you met me I was in a small one bedroom, Eddie. I don’t need any extra rooms.”, you giggle, realizing quickly that they weren’t laughing with you. “I really don’t and I don’t want you overspending because you think it’s what I want. I would be fine with anything as long as I’m with you.”

The rockstar’s head falls to your chest, his hair tickling your chin as he hugs you tightly. 

“I want that life with you, Y/N.”, Steve replies. “I definitely want to have kids with you one day.”

“Maybe after we find this house, we could revisit this conversation.”, Eddie replies, pulling back so his eyes could find yours. “I’d definitely want kids with you to.”

“I can build it…our house…”

At the mogul’s words, his friend beams wide as you roll on to your back to meet his serious expression. 

“What?”

“I mean…buildings are kind of my business, babe.”, he chuckles with a soft smirk. “Did you not read the document I put in front of you on the desk?”

Narrowing your eyes, you gently punch his chest. 

“You don’t have to do that, Steve.”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. I offered to do it for Eddie’s uncle but that man is stubborn.”

“Hell yeah he is.”, Eddie grins, showing off all his teeth. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

“What do you say, honey? Want to build a house?”

You closed your eyes as you ran through all the possibilities of this endeavor. Both boys already had their hands full and you didn’t want to add any unnecessary worry. Plus, there was probably a lot more to it than picking some land and building. But Steve WAS really good with the logistics and you couldn’t help but imagine waking up in nice home without the sound of chaos outside. 

Not having to worry about idiots with cameras showing up to harass them or you children; children you pictured looking exactly like them. A little girl with dark brown curls and chocolate eyes you have to lightly scold after you find her coloring on Steve’s paperwork he left on his desk in his office before going to bed the night before. 

A small boy with wispy locks and a smile that would one day make all the girls blush, messing with Eddie’s guitar he left on the floor in your expansive living room even though you warned him to keep them in his studio for just such occasion. 

Pictures littering the walls of holidays with visits from the family and awards everyone displayed with pride from the grammy for a number one single to the best attendance ribbon one of your kids got at school. 

When you opened your eyes again and met theirs, you saw those same images reflecting back knowing they wanted the same. 

“Ok. Let’s do it.”

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When 3is a crowd Eddie protects !

Curiosity (Part 6)(Eddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: We aren't done. I still have a couple of ideas for these two and like y'all I need this Eddie in my life <3

Warnings: Younger (Early 20s) Daddy (kinda camboy) Eddie & Older (early 30s) Plus Size Sub Fem Y/N, SMUT, daddy kink obvs, oral (m), fingering (f), light spanking, all the dirty talk, p in v, squirting. FLUFF, they love each other

ANGST! Eddie mets the parents and the ex. Ex is a douchebag and so are her old friends. They underhandedly insult her weight ( they play it like they're joking "oh haha big girls are easy" "of course you'd be at a restaurant of all places." fucking hate that shit lol had "friends" do that in my past. Its not a long sequence, maybe a couple of paragraphs with Eddie defending her in his sexy ass Daddy way, they do talk about what happened in the last chapter, Eddie briefly mentions his dad. I think that's it.

Word Count: 6518

Series Masterlist Here/Donate to Me <3

“Eddie Munson, this is my mom and dad. Dad, mom…this is my, um…”

“Work Husband for two years and constant pain in the ass I’m sure. Hey there, sir.”, the metalhead intercepts when your words stall as he reaches over to shake your father’s hand before turning to your mother to kiss the back of her own. “Ma’am. It’s nice to meet you both. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Your parents are momentarily thrown off by his energy but your mom is the one who bounds back first, rising to her feet to give him a hug. 

“It’s nice to meet you, dear. How was your flight? Are you hungry?”

“Oh, uh, no ma’am but thank you. It was alright though. Pretty much slept through the bulk of it.”

“Alright, we should get to bed…No, no, Y/N. I’m fine.”, your dad lightly scolds when you rush over to help him out of his chair. “I had an accident, I’m not dead.”

“A ha, dad. Joke hasn’t stopped being funny since you scared us all half to death.”, you murmur. “Good night, guys.”

“Good night. Good night, Edward.”

“Good night, ma’am…sir.” You grin when your dad waves him off behind his back as he and your mother disappear down the hall to their bedroom. “I see where you get your charm from.”

“Shut up.”, you giggle. “He likes you, trust me. His sweet demeanor is being suffocated by the drugs they gave him.”

“Oh, lucky him.”, Eddie teases. Silence fills the space, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before falling to the floor. “Can I, um, is there a place I can smoke?”

“Uh, yeah. The patio is…over here…just…”

He smiles softly as he follows behind, sighing as the cool air hits his face when you both step outside. After he takes a seat in one of the many chairs your parents have, you watch him as he covers the cigarette in his mouth with his hand while trying to light the end. 

“I’ll…I’ll just…leave you alone…”

“You can sit with me if you want to.”, he declares right as your hand touches the knob of the back door. “You don’t have to but…”, he pauses, turning your way with a small smirk. “I wouldn’t say no to the company.”

Taking a seat beside him, you both silently look out into your parent’s backyard while the wind blows all your mother’s little garden knickknacks that make subtle noises as they move. 

“When I was a kid, we had a backyard like this in our house when I lived with my parents. My mom and I would play games and sometimes on his good days, my father would barbeque. I always pictured myself having something like that when I got older, you know? Wife, kid, dog; that whole thing.” 

“Me to.”, you grin. 

Taking a deep inhale from his cigarette, Eddie leans back in his seat as he heavily exhales out the smoke. 

“The first time one of the ladies at work called you my work wife, I remember telling myself ‘Naw. She wouldn’t want me as a husband…’”

“Eddie—”

“But then you and I kind of played into it and I found myself more and more envisioning that. Like instead of my brain just imagining a woman, kid, and dog, I saw you… and a kid that looks like us with my hair and your adorable laugh…”

You nod as your gaze shifts to your hands in your lap. 

“No one’s ever talked to me like this. No one I’ve dated has ever said things the way you do. You tell me that you thought I wouldn’t want you as a husband but I always thought ‘why would he want me as a wife?’” You pause to chuckle at yourself as you feel his eyes shift your way. “It wasn’t until I moved to Hawkins that people…men…started paying attention to me. That’s another reason I…I kept talking to you on the site. The way you talked about me with Mill; it was like a drug.”  

You dare a glance his way and meet his big, chocolate color irises that are sullenly taking you in so you try to lighten the mood. 

“Not even like this…even in bed you talk to me different.”

“Yeah? How?”

“You talk at all.”, you laugh and he does the same. “I’m, um, let me let you settle in. The guest room is right across from mine and of course help yourself to anything.”

Before he can respond, you quickly head inside and grab his bag to bring up the stairs. After putting his things away and getting ready for bed, you crawl under your blankets, turn off the light and few moments later you hear the light stomp of his shoes as Eddie makes it to the second floor. Closing your eyes, you assume he’s already gone to his room but when your bedroom door slowly opens, you’re surprised. The mattress squeaks under his weight as the metalhead sits on the edge and his palm extends out to brush some of your hair away from your face. 

“I understand.”, he whispers to what he assumes is your sleeping frame. “Everyone in Hawkins never said anything nice to me either except for Steve and some of the little buttheads I went to school with. Then you came along and…fuck, baby, I was obsessed. The way you spoke to me or even just looked at me…”

The long-haired boy tilts down to tenderly kiss your temple

“I’m still mad at you, Y/N, but I still love you, baby.”

As he starts to stand, your hand darts out to grab his and pull him back down beside you. You’re not sure if it’s the vulnerability or just him and how he is with you but you feel your brain fall into that particular headspace that you’ve only ever been in with him. 

“Fuck, Da—Eddie…I’m sorry. My brain just—” 

“Shhhh, sweetheart, it’s ok.”, he coos as you sit up and he pets your head. “If anyone understands, it’s me. Those two weeks you were off…that particular side of me…it feels lonely when you have no one to be like that with.”

“Even for a Daddy?”, you ask with a cuteness that has him trying to hide his smirk.

“Yeah, baby, even Daddy.”

“Will you lay with me? Just until I fall asleep.”

Nodding, he quickly takes off his shoes and socks before crawling in above the covers beside you. As he lifts his arm, you immediately curl up at his side with your head on his chest. 

Your palm roams his chest, running along his ribs down to his stomach and back around to repeat the process. Eddie hums at the feeling, closing his eyes as he tilts his head slightly to allow his lips to press against your forehead. 

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you to, Eddie.”

***

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone and your heart sank as you quickly got dressed to hurry down the stairs only to find your mother leaning against the counter while staring out the window to the front yard. 

“What’s going on?”

She grins your way, gesturing with her coffee cup and after placing yourself beside her, you can’t help but giggle when you see Eddie and your dad looking under the hood of their damaged car.

“Do you think we should just get a new car? I hate car shoppin’,”, you father grumbles. 

“Has an adjuster given you an estimate yet? Yeah? Oof, yeah, I can cut some of that down for you. My uncle taught me a lot because he never wanted me to be stranded. I can for sure take out these dents and fix your bumper. I’m not sure about the engine just because I know Y/N and I are leaving in a couple of days…”

“Your father found him outside under the hood this morning.”, you mom relays. “Seems like a good boy…a bit young… The way you described him, I thought he was a bit older than you.”

“Naw…he’s definitely got a bit of an old, protective soul though. I’m not surprised with the things he’s told me.”

Your mom nods as she hands you a cup of coffee. 

“I heard you get out of bed.”, she smiles knowingly causing a little laugh to leave your chest as you lean your head on her shoulder. “Just so you know, he who shall not be named called earlier.”

Your body tensed as your eyes flick to Eddie who cackles at something your father says. 

“What did he want?”

“He heard you were in town and told me to tell you that the gang was going to get together today if you wanted to join. I told him I’d ask but you’d most likely be busy with your boyfriend.”

You smile as you straighten your body and take a sip from the cup in your hand. 

“Oh?”

“Mhmm. He said you could bring him along but he said it in that snotty tone I always hated, you remember?”

“Yeah, mama, I remember.”, you breathily chuckle, your grin faltering slightly just as the metalhead’s chocolate eyes meet yours. 

After patting your father’s shoulder, he entered your house again with his shirt tangled in his hand. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N, for my appearance. Thank you, baby.”, he beams as you offer him some of the coffee in your cup that he gladly takes from you. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to try so hard. Her dad and I definitely like you better than the other asshole who tried to suck up to us.”

“I can’t help it, ma’am. My uncle would kick my ass if he found out I didn’t use my manners.”

“Hm. Why him and not your parents?”

“Mom—”

“No, no, sweetheart, it’s ok.”, he quickly interjects. “My mom died when I was young and my dad is in jail. My uncle raised me since I was a kid.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, honey. You seem like a good kid.”, she coos, extending her palm out to rub his arm comfortingly. 

“Thank you, ma’am, and I am a good man especially for your daughter. I promise you no matter what she’s safe with me.”

With that he nods, his fingers grazing your chin as he hands you back your coffee before excusing himself to run upstairs to shower and change. 

“Oh, Y/N. You are in trouble.”, she teases, bumping your hip with her own. “Maybe you should take him to hang out with those other fuckers. Show your ex what a real man looks like.”

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That day you showed Eddie your hometown, taking him to all the places you loved to hang out at when you were growing up. You took him to a comic bookstore downtown and he lit up at all the D & D items you had never noticed before.

“Y/N, look at these cool dice! Hawkins doesn’t have any of these extras.”, he breathes in awe, reaching to take a closer look. 

You smile as you watch the personality you fell in love with unfold. 

“Yes, ma’am! My lady, come here.”, Eddie beckons, pushing a floral headband on your head while holding a purple and black costume dress to your body. “Goddamn, you would look so fucking sexy in this. I mean, you look beautiful and sexy in everything but…”

When Eddie begins to blush, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss his lips. 

“What was that for?”

“I just like seeing you happy like this.”

Grinning, he circles his arm around your neck hugging your head to his chest. 

After that you took him to the fairgrounds, where you both rode all the rides and played every game his eyes landed on. 

“Wow, thank God you’re a rock star and not a basketball pro.”, you jest, his eyes narrowing your way. 

“I’m going to win you something even if it kills me.”

A loud ding caught his attention and his smile grew as he grabbed your hand to lead you over to the sound. Paying the man his money, Eddie took off his jacket, handing it to you before taking the heavy mallet in his hand. 

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby!”

He playfully sticks his tongue out at you making you bite you lip while his eyes focus on the target in front of him. As he lifts the tool over his shoulder, you can’t help the way your mouth salivates when you notice the muscles in his biceps tighten and become more defined. 

The metalhead hurls the mallet down and the little weight glides up to the bell that dings lightly as he just barely gets it to the top. Raising his hands in victory, you clap with pride and the man running the game hands him a bag of something that he promptly rips open. 

“A ring? That’s the top prize? Jesus.”, Eddie playfully sighs as he shakes his head. Taking your hand in his, he slides the mood ring onto your finger. “Should have gotten my work wife a ring a long time ago.”, he softly smiles, grabbing your jaw to bring your lips to his. 

Currently, you were treating him to a meal at one of your favorite restaurants and he couldn’t help the amusement in his face when you ordered for him. 

“A double burger with a milkshake?”

You nod as you fold your arms across your chest, grinning his way as he does the same. 

“When I was a kid, I was obsessed with Grease and that’s what Danny orders with Sandy before their friends show up. My dad would bring me here since it’s kind of like the diner in that movie and we would order it.”

Your eyes shift into the void for a split second before meeting his soft ones across from you. 

“I’ve never brought anyone here before besides my family. I was afraid they would…” You shrug, cutting yourself off and his palm automatically reaches across the table to hold your own. “I’m not afraid with you.”

“You’re way too pure to be pink.”, he smiles, quoting the film before kissing the back of your hand. “You’re trying, Y/N, and I appreciate that. I don’t want you to think it goes unnoticed.”

His thumb caresses your skin while his head turned to take in everything thing around him. 

 “Should we talk about it now?” At your question, Eddie focuses on you once more. “You said before you flew down here we had a lot to talk about.”

“We can if you want to.”

“Eddie…”

“I thought about what you said…about why you did it and why it was hard for you to tell me…I wish you HAD told me. It would have hurt less than me finding out.”

“I know. I wish I had; I genuinely do.”

“How many times did you watch me during my streams? I can only remember your name a handful of times.”

“And those would most likely be the only times I was there. The first time I saw you, I kept telling myself to log off but I kept listening to you talk and play your guitar…I don’t know…I saw a different side of you, I guess, and it was so intoxicating. I felt like I had known you my whole life.” Your irises meet his across the table and you can’t help but nervously laugh. “I’m sorry, that’s cheesy.”

“No, baby, it’s not.”, he smirks. “Why, um, why did you let me vent and give me advice?”

“I wanted to help. It wasn’t to twist you into something I wanted or make you do anything. If you had come up to me at work and asked me those things I would have answered the same way.”

“And…and you haven’t talked to like…other guys or anything…”

“No, Eddie, no one but you and I know you said you just said this because you were angry but I haven’t done anything with Ren.” At the mention of his name, the metalhead clears his throat as he sits up straighter. He tries to release your hand to get a cigarette but your grip remains firm. “No, you can’t avoid that. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you told me…about how you know there’s probably some man my own age out there who’s better for me. How there’s a part of you that worries someone is going to take me away.”

“Yeah, there is.”, he answers with a bit of a bite behind his words. “Y/N, I…”

“You don’t think I worry about that to? I have more of a reason to especially with how many women talk dirty or flirt with you online. But I’ve never worried about that before because…because I trust you.” Your last few words trail off as you finally let go of his hand and lean back in your seat. “Fuck, Eddie, I really fucked up.”

A heavy sigh leaves his chest before he rises to his feet and comes around the table to throw his body into the chair beside yours. His leather clad arm draping across your shoulders as he pulls you to his side, hugging you tightly. 

“I trust you, baby, I do. That part of it…that’s my own insecurities… I told Mil this but I should have talked to you directly. Since the day I met you at work, I always thought you could do better than me. I thought you would only see me as this young, punk kid who couldn’t take care of you. Then that night after my gig happened… I know you love me but there’s still that part of me that just…”

“I understand that. The only time I ever got jealous was when I saw the picture of that girl—”

“I don’t know who that girl was. I didn’t even know there was a picture of a girl on my lap till you mentioned it.”, he interrupts, surprising you as you leaned back to meet his features. “Honey, I missed you so much. The only thing I could do was get wasted and think about you. I only knew the host of the party because he supplies me with my weed. When I saw there was booze, I got comfortable on the couch with a six pack.”

“When Ren kissed me, I immediately pushed him away. I told him I was going through something and he understood. No one kisses me or makes me feel the way you do. I love you.”

Eddie softly smiles as he reaches out with his other hand and brushes some of your hair away from your face. 

“Not even Steve?”, he asked in a joking manner that has you grinning ear to ear. 

“Not even pretty boy Steve. Although—”

“Yeah, yeah.”, he cuts you off, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I love you to.”

“Y/N?” Your head swivels to the sound of your name and Eddie feels it instantly, the way your body tenses as you freeze. “Holy shit. I thought that was you. I mean of course right? Here at a restaurant of all places.” When the girl laughs, you press your back further into him causing his arm to circle protectively around your chest. 

“Hey, um, hey Jennifer. How are you?”

“I’m good! I heard your parents were in an accident. Oh my god, are they ok?”

“Yeah, they both are a bit banged up but otherwise ok.”

“That’s so good. What are you plans since you’re in town? The gang and I were going to get together and head down to the beach like we used to. You and your friend—”

“Boyfriend.”, Eddie announces firmly. “I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”

“O-Oh, um, ok, You and your…boyfriend…are more than welcome to come.”  The way she says the word has a fire lighting in your stomach that he notices but she doesn’t. “Well, you know the spot. See you later!”

“Who the fuck was that?”, the metalhead asked as soon as she walked away. “One of your ‘friends’?” When all you do is glare after her, he lightly jostles you causing you to blink and look his way. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t like the way she said boyfriend…”

“Like it was a joke?” You nod. “Yeah, I caught that to. If you want to go we can. I got your back, babe.”

You sigh as you keen into his chest. 

“The beach is gorgeous…I just don’t want them to belittle you…”

Eddie’s arms circle fully around you, kissing your cheek. 

“I’m not afraid of fuckers like them.”

***

You mumble a small thank you when Eddie hastily runs around to open the passenger door and offers you his palm to help you out of the car. 

It’s shocking to you how in a couple of years nothing has changed as you take in the beach party that was now in full swing. It wasn’t uncommon for kids and people to come down to this part of the sand since the bar was open right near the water and music played from night fall till they closed in the wee hours of the morning. 

“So you know all these people?”

“Um, no. I guess you can think of it kind of like a club. Everyone comes down here to drink, dance, and play volleyball or swim. Bob-Bobby and I would sit against that rock wall over there with our friends.”

While you stutter over your ex’s name, the metalhead glances down to see your eyes fleeting from left to right even as you gesture towards wall you mentioned. Pulling you to his side, his arm promptly secures around your waist. 

“Your safe, sweetheart. If you decide at any point you want to leave, just let me know.” You nod but he stops you, turning you to face him and tilting your chin so his lips could kiss yours. “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“Is it weird that I’m more worried about you?”, you sigh, circling your arms around him as you press your head into his chest. “Maybe because I know how they were and I don’t want them to hurt you.”

“Naw, baby, it’s not weird but you have no reason to be worried. You may have to bail me out of jail but…” You laugh at his joke as he gives you another peck and rubs your back comfortingly. “This place looks like it’d be fun. Would love to see you out here in like a sexy bikini—”

“Oh my God.”

After tugging him to the bar, he buys a bucket filled with ice and a six pack before you guide him to an empty fire pit to curl up in his warm embrace. 

The two of you drink while you talk; you telling him stories about your home as he opens up more about his family along with his past. 

“I’d love to buy my uncle a house one day. He’s always lived in a trailer even before I was born. My dad used to shout about it constantly. ‘You think you have it rough, boy? Try sharing a tiny bedroom with your brother in a small two-bedroom trailer with one goddamn bathroom and four people!” Eddie chuckles at his imitation, his eyes shifting to the void as he chugs back the rest of his beverage. 

“I’m so sorry, Ed—”

“No reason to be, sweetheart. None at all.”, he soothes, his irises finding yours as he smiles. “That’s never going to be your life, Y/N. I’m not going to be like him or hurt you—”

You shake your head as you cup his cheek with your palm to bring his lips down to yours. 

“I’ve never been worried about that with you.”

His grin widens making you giggle when the tip of his nose grazes yours. 

“What? What are you laughin’ at?”

“You.”, you blush, keening into his neck allowing him to hug you tighter to his chest. “You’re handsome.”

Eddie laughs while leaning you back so he could see your face. 

“I’m starting to think that’s code for ‘I’m dropping’.”

“Dropping?”

The metalhead nods, abruptly adjusting you till you were straddling his waist with your palms clinging to his shoulders as your nose hovers just above his. 

“Mhmm…into that little girl headspace.”, he answers with husk that has you smirking. “Where you feel small in a good way and let Daddy take care of you…make you feel good…”

There’s a small shift in his irises that would have easily been missed if his grip on your waist didn’t tighten. 

“There’s a couple of people watching us by that spot you mentioned.” Your body stiffens in his grasp but his palms softly running along your back calm you slightly as your eyes close and you lean your forehead on his. “Hey, what did I say when we got here?”, Eddie whispers.

“I’m safe and you won’t let anyone hurt me.”

“That’s right, baby.”, he praises, threading his fingers through your hair to tilt your head and kiss your lips. “If it makes you feel any better, he looks jealous.”

You snort out a laugh eliciting a breathy chuckle through his teeth as he hugs you and you wrap your arms around his neck. 

“Y/N?”

Pulling back from the man you love, your eyes take in your ex in his khaki shorts and tank top with a glass of beer cupped tightly in his grasp. 

“Bobby? Hey, um, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Oh? I called your mom this morning.”

Rising to your feet, you pout out your lips as you pretend to think while helping the long-haired boy off the ground. 

“Hm. She didn’t mention it but to be fair her and my father were busy talking with my boyfriend who was helping them fix their car.”

“Yeah, she, uh, mentioned you were with someone.” Smirking your way, he ticks his head to the side and asks, “Is he here or did you come alone?”

The laugh that left Eddie’s mouth rippled through your body to your core as he reached out to shake your ex’s hand. 

“You must be Robert. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend, Eddie.”

“My friends call me Bobby.”, he replies, shaking his palm for a millisecond before letting go. 

“Nice to meet you, Robert.”

Your ex chuckles but is cut off when one of your old friends wraps her arms around his waist. 

“Hey, baby, everything alright—oh my god! Y/N!?”, she squeals, pushing Eddie aside to hug you tightly. “I didn’t know you were in town! Come on, sit with us. Please!”

As she tugged you away, your current boyfriend and old one continue to glare at each other before the metalhead casually pulls out his pack of cigarettes and lights the end before following behind you. 

Your old friends smile wide as they each give you a hug that you barely reciprocate, backing away and promptly searching for the metalhead whose hand is waiting the moment you reach for it. 

“Oh, who is this?”

“That’s her boyfriend apparently.”, Jennifer smiles deviously. “Do they not have men your own age in Indiana?”

“I’m sure they do, Jen. The young ones just don’t care about a little extra curves.”, another answers.

“Or they know they’re easy, right, baby?”, Bobby winks while everyone around him giggles. 

“In history most Goddesses are drawn or displayed with some extra meat on their bones.”, Eddie replies nonchalantly giving everyone pause as they look his way in confusion. 

“Your point?”, you ex asks sassily.

“Everyone worshipped them like the perfect beings they were but they only allowed the men who treated them like the delicacies they are were allowed in their bed.”, he retorts, his intense chocolate irises running down your body hungrily before facing your ex. “And trust me every part of baby girl here is delectable.”

All eyebrows raised as you bit your bottom lip to stifle your smile.

“Are you ready to go home, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please.”

Keeping his arm secured around your waist, he started guiding you to the car. You were so enamored with this man at your side you didn’t even hear or notice the one that followed. 

“Y/N! Hey, um, I was wondering if you and I could talk alone—”

“Over my dead body.”, Eddie declares, spinning around to put himself between you both. 

“I can make that happen.”

“No! No.”, you scold firmly, placing your hand on the long-haired boy’s chest to hold him back. “There’s nothing I want to talk to you about, Bobby. You told me you didn’t love me, remember? That you never did and that you wanted Karla because you were more attracted to her than you ever were with me.”

At your words, the metalhead tried to charge forward but you continued to be an obstacle between the two of them. 

“Look, I know I was an asshole but—”

“You’re still an asshole! She just called you ‘baby’ and sat on your lap. You’re all still the same fuckers I left behind!”, you shout loud enough so they can all hear. “You think just because you add a ‘just joking’ at the end of every comment it makes it ok but it doesn’t! And you!”, you growl as you point his way. “You constantly made me feel like I was gross or should be ashamed of my body especially in bed. I found someone who loves me for me including my body and doesn’t make me feel like I’m some disgusting creature! 

Eddie may be younger but he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be!!” You take his hand in yours but pause before turning to face your ex again. “Oh, and he’s made me cum more times just from riding his face than you ever did twitching on top of me for five seconds. Invest in a vibrator, Karla! You’ll need it!”

The metalhead grins wide, showing all his pearly whites as he winks towards the other boy before you yank his arm, dragging him desperately towards the car.

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“Fuck, baby, that’s it.”, Eddie groans, trying to hide the shake in his voice as he focuses on the road in front of him while your head continues to bob in his lap.

He barely made it out of the parking lot of the beach before you were tugging at his zipper trying to free his cock from his confinement. You desperately wanted to make him feel good after everything that happened and he could feel that needy energy emitting from your body.

“It…It’s ok, sweetheart, we’re…fuck…we’re almost home.”

His fingers tangle in your hair when you feel the car stop and he holds you still allowing his hips to thrust upward, moaning when your throat constricts around him. 

“Atta girl. Shit…t-that’s Daddy’s good girl. Fuck, Y/N, lay on your back and look at me, baby.”

A lazy smile plasters on your lips as you do what he commands and he hastily reaches over to unbutton your jeans. Your eyes roll as his hand slips past the waistband of your panties and his fingers graze your clit. 

“Are you kidding me? Jesus, your so sexy. I’m gonna fucking bust before we even get back. How are you this wet?”

“You can cum, Daddy. I want you to.”, you coo, your hand taking hold of him as you drag your tongue along the veins under his length. 

His jaw clenches as he tries to keep control, his fingers effortlessly pushing into your core as your nails drag down the length of his arm. 

Eddie speeds so fast back to your house, you’re surprised you weren’t pulled over. You were thankful both your parents appeared to be asleep because both of you barely took the time to cover your disheveled appearances before running up your stairs to your bedroom and quietly closing the door. 

His lips remained glued to yours as you each discarded your clothing, haphazardly tossing your garments to the floor and falling onto your mattress. You were so enthralled with him and the way his palms were caressing your body you didn’t even notice that you were on top of him until he panted, “Ride, Daddy, baby girl. Take what’s yours.”

You hesitate for just a moment but it’s long enough for him to notice.

Wrapping his arm around you to hold you still, he shifts around until his head on your pillows before Eddie’s large hand spanks your behind. 

“Don’t let them win, Y/N. After what I just saw? Fuck that douchebag and his pretentious friends. You are a strong, sexy fucking woman and he couldn’t handle that but I assure you, honey, I can.”

His eyebrows raise as you nod and you wait for him to lean back till you reach between your bodies to take his large, leaking cock in your grasp.

Both of you moan when you carefully guide him into your entrance. 

“That’s my girl.”, he murmurs, his fingers digging into your hips as you gradually roll them against his own. “Take your time, no rush.”

Tilting over him, your chest presses to his while you balance on your palms near his head. 

“I love you, Eddie.”

The man blinks, smiling softly up at you as he pushes some lose strands of hair behind your ear. 

“I love you to, Y/N.”

Finding a steady rhythm, you whimper at the feeling of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you and push up on to your knees, bouncing roughly on top of him. You feel his eyes drinking you in as his palms reach up to massage your breasts. 

“Fuck, Daddy.”

“Shhhh…baby, you have to be quiet.”

“F-Feels good.”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

You nod as the sound of skin slapping skin echoes around the room combined with a subtle banging you can’t identify until you hear the metalhead’s palm loudly grasp the headboard above him.

“We—We have to be…fuck…have to be…fuck this.”, he growls, circling his arms around you and lifting you off the bed to place you underneath him on the floor. “Bite my shoulder if you have to but we have to be quiet.”

“O-Okay. I’m sorry.”

“Hey. No reason to be sorry, pretty girl. You know Daddy likes hearing all your noises but…your parents don’t so…” 

Eddie gently chuckles and kisses your lips making you smile against them while your fingers tangle in his hair. 

“Ah fuck, you feel so good.”

Your pussy clenches around him at his praise and he grunts at the feeling, stifling his moan with your neck as he sucks on your sweet spot. You do what he suggests, nibbling on his strong shoulder as his pace hastens and his palm glides to your ass, clinging you to him as he thrusts so deep into your cunt that you see stars. 

“Please…just—just like that.”, you whisper, your legs and arms bringing him as close to you as possible. 

“I know, baby. Daddy knows how to take care of you. Cum for me, Y/N.”

“E-Eddie…I think—fuck—I think it’s…happening again…”

A gruff grunt escapes his chest and his hand immediately clamps over your mouth as he pumps his hips aggressively till your orgasm crashes into you just as roughly. Your frame shakes beneath his as you feel Eddie press his face into the carpet beside your cheek and moans loudly as his release paints your walls. 

Your fingers lift his limp head, pressing his face into the nook between your throat and shoulder, listening to his heavy pants warm your sweaty skin while he uses your heartbeat to calm down. 

The two of you laid there entangled in the other’s embrace but it wasn’t until he felt you begin to gently pet his curls that the metalhead finally spoke. 

“You’re really giving me an ego here between calling me handsome and coming hard like that.”

You giggle at his joke and he pushes up on to his elbows to kiss your awaiting lips. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine.”, you murmur with a slight slur, drunk off everything that is Eddie Munson. 

“Good. Do you want a bath or do you just want to lay down?”

“Will you sit with me?”

He beams as he kisses your forehead, groaning as he gets to his feet and tugs your arm to help you do the same. While the water steadily fills the tub, you watch as the long-haired boy sifts through your bathroom counter. 

“Oh my God. Is that…?”, he teases, holding up a picture of you and a friend outside your high school. “…Emo Kid, Y/N?”

“Shut up.”, you laugh, reaching to take it out of his hands but he pulls it out of your reach. 

“I’m definitely digging the cut-up jeans and heavy, HEAVY black eyeliner. It wasn’t just a phase, mom! Can we recreate this look at home?”

“I hate you so much.”

“No, you don’t.”, he grins, placing it back down. “You probably would have hated me in high school though if we grew up together. I was so loud and such a nerd.”

“So pretty much like you are now?”

“Shut up.” Eddie tosses a grin your way, turning off the faucet and reaching for your hand to guide you into the water. “Is that when you met your douchebag?”

You smirk at his insult as he carefully climbs in behind you and promptly pulls you to his chest. 

“No, we met a little after I graduated though at my first job. We were friends before we…”

“Hm but friends here seem different than friends anywhere else.”

“Yeah…but it took me awhile to…really notice.”

“I think you noticed, sweetheart, you just liked the good moments over the bad.” When all you do is nod, he tilts your head back and softly kisses you. “I didn’t know he left you like that…for another woman—”

“Who was everything I wasn’t? Or at least that’s what he said after he said he never loved me. I, um, I didn’t know anything could hurt so badly…hearing someone say that to me. Someone I wanted to have a life with…”

Eddie hugged you tightly, pecking any part of your face he could reach with his lips. 

“That’s never going to happen with me, baby, ok? You’re safe, I promise.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you—”

“Y/N, I forgive you. You don’t have to keep apologizing.”

You nodded again, curling up into him as you allowed him to clean and dress you before tucking you both into your bed. 

“What made you choose Hawkins to move to?”, he asked, his hand massaging your back as he watched your eyes begin to close. 

“Hm…I thought it would be a good place to get lost in…”

“Hm, didn’t work to well since I was able to find you.”, Eddie jests, smiling when you cuddle your body to his and place your arm over his waist. “I’m glad I did, honey.”

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I loved this perfect ending!

Don't Be So Hard (Part 7) (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: I bare you this final chapter <3.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, very light degrading (slut, dirty girl), P in V, intimacy between the boys <3, mentions of over stimulation, I think that's it. FLUFF, story starts angsty but ends fluffy <3.

ANGST, Chapter starts where the last one left off, Martin's dad drunkenly corner's Y/N and gets spicy. (Unlike what happened with his son, weight isn't mentioned. He's salty about Eddie and Steve), the boys come to the rescue.

Word Count: 6938

Series Masterlist/Donate to Me

“Fucking asshole.”, the dean murmurs under his breath as you all take a seat. “I’m sorry for that, Y/N. No matter what, Jared has no reason to speak to you or anyone like that. I was hoping when his son was expelled, I wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore but—”

His voice trailed off as he finally glanced up and noticed you were crying while Eddie tried to comfort you. 

“Yes…well, Steven, your father had a busy weekend. I guess you three were at his house and he called Mr. Click who in turn sent someone to follow Miss Y/L/N. They got some snapshots of her leaving your home…”

The coach growled as his fists clenched. 

“I shouldn’t have gone over there. I’m so stupid.”

“Are they in trouble?”, you ask in a small voice that has Steve sighing as your professor reached out to pet your head. “Please, they didn’t do anything wrong. It was all me and—”

“Technically they did do something wrong.”, he cut you off, exhaling heavily as he leaned back in his chair. “You know, the quake happened while I was a professor myself. I taught history of all things.”, the dean chuckles. “Before that though, the professors were put on notice about a murderer running around Hawkins and to be on alert…Just in case Edward Munson showed up on campus.”

The metalhead’s eyes fell and you felt Steve’s arm reach across your back to rub his shoulder. 

“I didn’t know you but I knew a Wayne Munson. He was a freshman when I was a senior in high school…Forgive me for showing my age… Wayne had this hard exterior but I remember he was always a good kid. Some of the teachers would treat him like shit because of your grandfather and father. Little Allen Munson seemed to be following in his father footsteps even though your uncle did what he could detour that. 

That was the first thought I had when news came out about you, Eddie. I truly believed you were innocent…and I still do. That’s why I hired you.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Bill, I’ve known since about that time to and he hasn’t changed.”, Dean Gilman sighs in annoyance. “Still a little boy who needs all the attention he can get. You were headed down that path for a while, son.”

“Yeah…I decided I didn’t want to be an asshole.”

“Hm. Good choice.” He pauses and you feel his eyes scan you over before he continues. “Were you both planning on going with her to New York?”

“Yes.”, they both responded in unison before the coach followed with, “We were going to give you our resignation letters on the last day of the semester.”

“Found a job yet?”

They shake their heads. 

“There’s a football team at one of the universities looking for a coach…” Steve’s head shot up as the dean wrote something down and handed him the paper. “It’s not at NYU but I assumed you wouldn’t want to coach at the school she’s at. I already called and he’s anxious to meet you.”

“I-I-I…thank you, sir.”

“Mr. Munson, I’m afraid I don’t know of any colleges hiring professors but I can keep looking and I recommend you look to. I’d be more than happy to write a recommendation.”

“Wait…are—are we in trouble?”, you ask, completely thrown off guard by his kindness.

“Honestly, Y/N, I don’t see the point. I mean, is it consensual? They aren’t hurting you or forcing you into this right?”

“No, sir. I love them.”

“Good…good. If you weren’t leaving, I would HAVE to do something but…fuck them. You three have been through enough and you’re almost out of here. That doesn’t mean I want to see open PDA on campus or anything—”

“Oh, no, sir. We would never…”

“Ok good. Now get out of my office.”, he chides lightly before being thrown off guard when you run around the desk to give him a hug. 

“Thank you, sir.” Eddie and Steve beam your way, holding the door open for you as you happily bounce out into the lobby. “Oh my God. Is this really happening? Is everything really ok?”

“Yeah, baby, it is and even better…”, your professor pauses as he yanks on his partners hand to bring his lips to his own. “…I can do that. I can’t wait to do it with you, sweetheart.”

***

Steve grins as he watched his partner carefully packing his books nestled in his office shelf into the box at his feet. 

“Baby, they aren’t glass. They won’t break.”

“Says you, Mr. Harrington, but a lot of these are first or collector’s editions so you’re lucky I’m even putting them in a box and not like a protective dome that costs more than the book itself.”

Biting his bottom lip, the coach leans forward to grab Eddie’s waist and pull him onto his lap. 

“I love you, freak.”

“I love you to, asshole.”, the professor laughs, kissing his lips. “Come on, you’re supposed to be helping me.” When the man only hugs him tighter, the metalhead wraps his arm around the back of his neck and brings his head to his chest. “We still have to be careful, sweetheart. We aren’t out of here just yet.”

“I know but…”, Steve sighs as he presses his face into his boyfriend’s soft, cigarette smelling shirt. “10 years, Eddie. I spent 10 years hiding how much I care about you…Now that people know…now that my FATHER knows…it’s hard to reign it in.”

The long-haired man smiles softly as he tilts down to kiss his fluffy head of hair. 

“Have you heard from him?”

“No and I most likely won’t. It’s good for him because I want to fucking kill him for talking to Jared.”

“You know where my dad is?!”

At the sound of Martin’s exasperated shout both men hastily rose to their feet with Steve pushing Eddie behind him. 

“What are you doing here, Mr. Click? You’re not allowed on campus.”

“You mentioned my dad’s name. Do you know where he went?”

“What are you talking about—”

“Fuck! I came here to warn you because Y/N wasn’t in her dorm—”

“You’re not allowed anywhere near her.”, the professor growled, moving to position himself at his partner’s side. 

“I fucking know that but my dad’s been out of control since the dean kicked him out of his office and he found out you three aren’t in trouble. He tried to talk to her mom but she just slammed the door in his face…” 

Both men exchanged a worried look; you hadn’t told them that. 

“He’s been drinking non-stop and even missed work today—”

“What’s your point, Martin?!”, Steve shouted, his fear beginning to take over. 

“Fuck! I’m trying to tell you…I think he’s going to do something stupid! I told him to let it go especially since I heard you guys were leaving but he kept mumbling about how it’s not fair and Y/N should be reprimanded even if he has to do it himself.”

The boy barely got his last sentence out as they collected their jackets and pushed him aside to hurry towards the parking lot. 

“Where is she?”, Steve asked firmly.

“Diner with Theo.”, Eddie answered, climbing into the passenger side of the BMW before his boyfriend revved the engine and sped out away from the school. 

***

How were you back here?

How were back outside this stupid diner with a Click cornering you?

Thankfully you weren’t alone but you were also aware that with Martin’s father you were in a bit more danger than with the boy himself. 

“Go away, Mr. Click. You’re drunk and you’re not thinking straight…”, Theo pleaded with an authoritative edge as he kept you safely behind him. 

“No, I’m thinking clearer than I ever have. Jason Carver had the right idea 10 years ago. You have to fight back to get what you want especially in Hawkins. Unfortunately, he died and his killer is walking free. It’s not right…just like it’s not right that my son is expelled!”

“Me being with Eddie has nothing to do with what your son did.”

Jared’s eyes widen as he staggers forwards while Theo guides you backward away from him. 

“Of course, it does, honey. It’s all connected in a town this small and it always starts with a flaw…flaws like the Munson’s. Allen stole from everyone, conned everyone here scaring people into locking their doors and windows till he ended up in jail. Everything was fine till kids started getting murdered…till HE murdered them… He gets off and is set free…Pulls in a high member of societies son, one of his students…gets my son expelled…”

“What about Will Byers? What about the Hawkins Lab? What about the earthquake?!”, you shout, trying to step towards him but your protector won’t allow it. “You’re right, Jared. This town has flaws but it’s not people like Eddie. You can change the narrative to fit all you want but the flaw is people like you and Steve’s father. People who chased him down and tried to hurt him. People who can’t accept anyone that’s different!”

Martin’s father shook his head as he chuckled. 

“He’s got you brainwashed, little girl. Now, you are going to tell Hopper and the dean that you lied—”

“No.”

Jared took confident steps towards you, grabbing Theo and hitting him hard as the boy shouts for you to run. 

You don’t get very far as arms circle around you and lift you off the ground before you feel yourself suddenly falling sideways. 

You hear a grunt of pain before someone gets up to sprint away but a fast breeze whooshes past you as sneakers loudly hit the pavement. 

“Hey, look at me. Are you ok?”, Steve inquired as his palm ran down your hair and his eyes scanned your face. Your panicked irises flick towards Theo who begrudgingly took Martin’s extended hand to help him to his feet. “Y/N! Are you ok??”

“Yeah…yeah I’m…Where’s…?”

You both turned at the sounds coming from down the alley way and watch as Eddie delivers repeated blows to the man’s face. You quickly stand and wobble that way, catching your professor’s wrist as he raised his arm to hit him again. 

“Stop…Stop, Eddie, please…don’t…don’t let them win. We’re finally going to get out of here…and be happy…please.”

The metalhead grit his teeth as his shoulder’s deflated and you helped him up off the person beneath him just as Chief Hopper’s cruiser rounded the corner into the diner parking lot. 

***

Your mom exhales as she strides into the living room and tosses all the first aid supplies onto the coffee table. 

“Benefit of being married to a first responder. He always insisted we had stuff like this on standby. ‘You never know.’”, she mimed in a deep voice that had you smiling. 

Theo was the first to lean forward, grabbing the icepack and placing it on his cheek. 

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Theo, I’ve met you numerous times. You don’t have to be so formal.”, she sarcastically scolded as her eyes met yours before taking in both men on her couch. “Jesus Christ.”

Throwing her body down beside Steve, she grabbed the antiseptic and he winced as she began cleaning the cut on his face. 

“You have a lot of little scars, Mr. Harrington. How many times has someone hit you in the face?” His amber irises instantly snap her way. “Told you…married to a first responder…you pick up some things.”

“More than a few times…”

“Not by your asshole father right? Because I can talk to him if you—”

“No, no.”, he breathily laughs. “No. He would have had to have been there to interact with me at all, let alone…”

While they talked, you had begun to clean Eddie’s fingers and carefully wrap gauze around his knuckles. 

“You both saved my daughter again. Well three…I didn’t forget about you, Theodore.”, she praises and he scrunches his nose with a smile her way. “Thank you.”

Silently Eddie stood up and climbed the stairs turning into the first room he found with you following close behind. Steve closed the door behind you before flicking on a switch that illuminated the string of lights along the walls. 

“Is this your room?”

As soon as you nod, the coach starts exploring beaming at your posters of 90s celebrities along your wall and cassettes piled high with bands his partner had introduced him to. The desk by your window had a couple of scripts he assumed was from your high school days and notes on paper that had him craning his neck to read. 

“Oh, you don’t have to—”

“What is that?”, he asks with a small smile as you yank the paper away. 

Rolling your eyes, you smack it into his chest before kneeling to grab something and taking a seat beside Eddie on your bed. 

“Colleges? But I thought…”

“They’re colleges I thought Eddie would like to work at.”, you mumble with a shrug, your words causing him to finally meet your gaze. “I wanted to help. I found a few that have a really good English program that you’d love and they aren’t too far from Steve or myself.”

The corner of his lips twitch slightly as if he’s about to smile so you take the opportunity to open the album you were holding in your hands and positioning it between you both. 

The metalhead’s chocolate irises take in the different photographs of you in high school with Steve at his side. The coach grinned when he saw you on the track outside the gym and pointed at an image of you with castmates dressed for the play you had just finished. 

Flipping to the next page, both men held their breath as your prom photo appeared with you in a gorgeous dress hugging your dates side. 

“Jesus Christ…you’re so beautiful.”, Steve murmurs.

“Thank you.”

A tear falls down Eddie’s cheek that he quickly wipes away but you see it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to kiss where it had been. 

“I almost killed him, Y/N.”, he whispers. “If you hadn’t been there to remind me that we’re almost out… it took all my energy… if he had hurt you…Hmm.” His lips form into a thin line as he hums, stopping himself from finishing his thought. 

“You protected me, Eddie. You and Steve.”

“But I almost became what they believe I am—”

“But you didn’t. Jared Click is the monster, Edward Munson, not you. I…” You pause to swallow the lump in your throat and he notices, craning his neck to face you. “I was scared of him…I’ve never once been afraid of you. You would never do what he just did.”

“Never, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait for us to get out of here.”

As he starts to sob, you pull him down onto your bed and hug his head to your chest while Steve curls up behind him, pressing his back to his chest. 

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One Year Later

“Alright, guys, good job!”, Steve claps, cheering on his team before checking his watch. “Ok, great practice. I want you guys to shower and head home. Enjoy Friday night and tomorrow we head for the semifinals.”

His team whoops excitedly and the man smiles as he starts to jog towards the university campus to get to his office. 

“Good work, Harrington.”, his assistant coach beamed as he tried to keep up. “Want to get a drink tonight to celebrate?”

“I wish I could, Mac, but I have a to go pick up Eddie for our date night tonight.”

“Oh yeah? Dinner and a movie?”

The man grins, swinging open his office door and taking the suit he brought with him off the hanger on his coat rack. 

“We’re actually seeing a play at NYU.”

“Yeah? That campus has some amazing productions and those actors are amazing. I’m never surprised when I hear some award winner got their degree there.” 

Steve’s smile widens as his eyes take in the photo on his desk of you, him, and Eddie making faces at the camera while you hold up the key to your new apartment in the city. 

“They’re doing something called Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf which I had never heard of till our…our girlfriend showed us the movie they made.” The coach blushes at his wording, loving the still foreign feeling of saying that word so freely. “She’s playing one of the leads.”

“Oh…Oh yeah? That’s phenomenal.”, the assistant coach stutters through, not wanting his technical boss and friend to feel uncomfortable. He knew Steve came from a small town and wanted him to know he was safe even though a relationship like his was a bit unorthodox. 

“Well, have fun and we’ll see you tomorrow!”

***

Eddie beams when Steve’s BMW skids into the faculty parking area as he shoves the papers he had been grading into the bag at his side.

“Baby, calm down. We still have an hour.”, the metalhead teases as his boyfriend greets him with a soft kiss before opening his passenger door for him. 

“I know but…”, he pauses as he jogs back around and climbs in. “With traffic and everything, I don’t want us to be late. Y/N’s been working extremely hard on this and—”

The professor’s lips on his cut him off and Steve’s shoulders visibly deflated as Eddie caressed his cheeks with his thumbs. 

“You’re doing that thing again.”, the long-haired man lightly scolds. “We’re fiiiiiiine, sweetheart.”

“I know. She’s just been working so hard on this and I know she’s nervous because this agent guy is going to be there. I want her to know we support her especially after everything she’s done for us.”

The metalhead nods, kissing him again as he intertwines his fingers with his own while the coach begins his short drive to your university.

“How was class today?”

“Oh my God, Steve, you have no idea how wonderful it is to be around students who are actually fucking interested in what I’m teaching and not my fucking background.”, he sighs happily. “Some of the kids noticed my D & D books in my office and asked me to host or sponsor or whatever a club for the school.”

“What? Honey, that’s fantastic! You have people you can be nerdy with.”

“Mhmm.”, Eddie chuckles, glancing out the window as the buildings slowly pass by. “I’m glad we came with her, Steve. I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy… If we had let her go… God, I don’t even want to think about that.”

“Then don’t.”, the man murmurs softly as he raises his partner’s hand to his lips so he could kiss the back. “I’m glad we came with her to. I love being able to tell people you both are mine.”

Eddie leans his head on Steve’s shoulder and in return the coach kisses the top of his curls. 

“Yeah, me to.”

***

“Knock ‘em dead tonight, Janet. Can’t wait to see it for myself when I come visit you guys. Don’t be nervous! You’re an amazing actress. 

Your Rocky, 

Theo.

P.S. Ciara says break a leg!”

You smile at the letter attached to the flowers that were sent to your little dressing area after your play had concluded from your friend and his girlfriend back in Hawkins. 

You were thankful when he told you about her, not wanting to leave him in that small town by himself. 

“Hey, Y/N, you were excellent as always.”, your theater teacher praised as she came up behind you to give you a hug. “You should go see your boys. They won’t stop bragging about you to people they hear talking about your performance.”

You giggle as you grab your (Eddie’s) jacket and sling your duffle bag with your clothes from that day over your shoulder. As you sneak out the side exit, you’re immediately met with the sound of the metalhead’s voice. 

“Yeah, she was running her lines over and over for the past few months. I have no idea how she memorizes all that but, God, she’s brilliant.”

“And beautiful to. Y/N just shines out on that stage.”, Steve adds with a tooth filled smile. 

“Absolutely. I apologize but how do you know her again?”, the man they were speaking to asks and you smile as you scurry up to their little circle.

“They’re my boyfriends. This is Eddie Munson who teaches a literature class over at the community college down the street and Steve Harrington is the head football coach at the college near Columbia.” Both men nod and extend their hands as you introduce them. “And I’m, um, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Wilson. Guys, this is the…agent…I was telling you about.”

“Oh, please, I know exactly who you are and you can call me Arthur especially after the performance you just put on.”

“Thank you.”, you continue to grin as your nervous eyes flick their way. 

“We’re sorry for talking your ear off. We just…we’re very proud of her.”, Steve praises, pressing his fingers into his eyes however when Eddie quickly follows up with, “So, you’re going to sign her to your agency, right?”

The man in front of you laughs as the coach smacks his arm and reaches into his pocket to pull out a card. 

“Come to my office Monday morning and we’ll sort out some logistics. I don’t want to get your hopes up but I may actually have a roll you’d be perfect for. After I sign you to my agency that is.”

“Oh my god…Mr. Wilson…I mean Arthur…I…Thank you! Thank you so much!”, you exclaim as you take the card and jump into his arms. 

“Whoa! Yeah, yeah. Enjoy your weekend. You deserve it.”

The moment he walks away, you turn to meet their ecstatic faces as Eddie wraps his limbs around your waist and hugs you tightly. 

“Sweetheart, that’s fucking amazing. We’re so proud of you.”

“Very proud.”, Steve grins, pulling you into his embrace as soon as his partner lets you go. “You did so well up there tonight, honey.”

“I heard you both clapping for me.”

“Yeah because you were fucking awesome.”, the metalhead swoons, taking your hand in his. “Come on, baby. We’ve got a whole celebratory thing planned.”

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While you were staring out into the New York skyline from your spot at the table on the balcony of the top floor restaurant they had brought you to, Eddie and Steve were staring at you. 

The wind blew your hair in just the right way and even with the metalhead’s jacket keeping you warm, it didn’t hide the gorgeous spaghetti strap, olive green dress that accentuated all your gorgeous curves. 

“It’s so beautiful tonight.”, you happily sigh, turning to grab your champagne glass and realizing what they were focusing on. “What?”

“You’re beautiful.”, Eddie compliments. “We were watching you up there on that stage and I thought… ‘Damn. That beautiful, talented, sexy, adorable woman…is ours.’”

Heat rises to your cheeks and both men chuckle lightly. 

“That right there has been my favorite part about being able to take you out on dates.”, Steve teases, pointing your way. “Seeing you get all shy and nervous like that.”

“Oh really, Harrington? Because you didn’t get all blushy on our first date or any dates after?”, the metalhead jokes, coming to your defense. 

“What was your first date?”

“Eddie was still kind of healing from being in the hospital and going through all the chaos with the legal system so I wanted to take him somewhere calming.”

“He took me to the observatory just outside of town.”

“Not because I was embarrassed or anything.”, the coach adds quickly. “It’s just cause Hawkins doesn’t have much to do and I didn’t want to do the normal ‘dinner and movie’”.

“We laid under the projection and just talked.”

“Did he make a move that night?”

“It’s Steve Harrington, baby, of course he made a move.”, Eddie laughed making his boyfriend roll his eyes. 

“Look, we almost died!”, the man defends before shrugging his shoulders and grabbing his glass. “I didn’t want to waste any more time not being with you.”

The metalhead smiles as he takes his partners hand and yanks him closer to softly kiss his lips. 

“Oh. I got you guys something. Well…it’s for all of us but…” Your words stumble out as you reach for your bag and dig inside, pausing to face them before hugging it to your chest. “So…I, um, ever since you guys told me about…you know…Vecna and everything…I’ve always thought about how much you two have been there for me…like truly been there…even before I met you.”

Their irises soften as they listen to you continue and the metalhead reaches out under the table to place his hand on your knee hoping to calm your nerves as you try to get your words out. 

“You two spent 10 years standing watch over an entire town to keep those assholes safe, you protected me from Martin and his father, and even here in New York I know you’re always watching out for me. I, um, I know you two knew each other before you met me and were together for much longer, but, um…”

“Honey, what are you trying to say?”, Steve asks, his own nerves starting to bubble in his stomach. 

“You know even though we were together before we met you, it doesn’t change how much we love you, right?”

“I know, Eddie, baby. I know. I just…” Reaching inside your purse, you produce a little rectangular box and place it on the table in front of them. “I know that if you two could have gotten married long ago you would have. Now if three people could get married, you’d do that to…I just…we’ve been here for a year and together for almost two and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.”

At your last sentence, the coach leaned across the table to take the box in his hand and slowly open it to show his partner the three black rings with gold lining the inside. A little smirk flickers on the long-haired man’s face as he pulls the one that’s nestled in the middle out of its place. 

“Y/N Y/L/N, are you asking us to marry you?” You cover your face in embarrassment as they try to contain their laughter at your cuteness. “No, no, baby. Come on. Continue.”

“I’m trying to say…! That if I could marry you…I would…and I wanted to show you guys that while saying thank you…for keeping me safe for all those years.”

Eddie grins as he nods, suddenly sliding down on one knee and taking your hand in his. 

“I’d die for you, princess, if it meant protecting you.”, he murmured, pushing the ring on to your finger and kissing the back of your hand before removing one of his to replace it with the one you got him. When he tries to guide his skeleton ring on your thumb, it easily slides off being too big for your hand.

Steve pats his shoulder, replacing his partners spot on his knee in front of you, and invades your space to unclasp the necklace around you, tenderly kissing your cheek as he does so. You and Eddie watch as he slides his boyfriend’s ring onto the chain before removing his college class ring to add to it.

Once the metalhead has it firmly attached to you once more, your palm touches the warm jewelry pressing it to your chest.

“You don’t know how much this means to us.”, he whispers, pushing his new ring onto his finger and taking your free hand in his. “You always talk about us saving you but, baby, you saved us. Thank you.”

You tilt towards him to kiss his lips and he lifts you out of your chair to hug you tightly. 

“I’d marry you both in a heartbeat.”

As soon as he sets you down, Eddie takes you into his arms and threads his fingers through your hair. 

“I’d marry you both to.”, he confesses, kissing the top of your head. “Then we could fly somewhere awesome for a honeymoon.”

Both men smile when you laugh. 

“Who says we need to fly anywhere for a honeymoon?”

***

Steve’s breaths heat your lips as he pants heavily above you pushed up on his palms as he steadily but firmly thrusts his hips, his eyes never straying from yours as he continues to build you towards another orgasm. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck. You look so sexy like this.”, Eddie whispered in your ear from his place on the living room floor beside you, his arm laying loosely across your sweaty chest as his thumb caressed your temple. “You said this was our honeymoon so you have to give us another one, sweetheart.”

Your eyes close as your head turns allowing you to be nose to nose with him and he hungerly kisses your lips. 

“If you cum again, we’ll let you take a break and you can watch Mr. Harrington fuck me.” At his murmured words, you loudly moaned as Steve’s head hung and he picked up his rhythm, slamming his cock roughly into your cunt. “Yeah? You’d like that? Fuck such a dirty girl. Still that little slut we met, right?”

“Ohma…God…”

“Still our slut.” Your eyebrows furrowed as Eddie’s fingers curled in your hair, holding your forehead to his as he watched you come undone. Your body shook as you whimpered, your pussy quivering around the man inside you who continued to fuck you through it. “Good girl. Very good. You’re alright, baby. Take a little break. Do you need water?”

“No…no, Sir. I’m…M’ok.”

Steve practically growled as he pulled out of you to climb on top of his partner, grabbing his hips and lifting him up onto his knees. Rolling onto your side, you smile with half lidded eyes as you watch the metalhead groan loudly as the coach shoves his tongue into his entrance. Eddie’s forehead presses to the floor as one of his arms reach between his legs to lazily stroke himself. 

“Fuuuuuck, I love your mouth, pretty boy.”

It surprised even you how fast Steve hovers over him, his chest pressed to his back as he grabs his hair and yanks it back. 

“Who am I?”, he grunts, the long-haired boy smiling defiantly as his boyfriend grinds his dick along his behind. “Who am I in here?”

“Mr. Harrington…fuck, baby…”

With his free hand, Steve grasped his cock and they both mewled as he carefully guided himself into the man beneath him. 

“That’s right.”, he breathed, his palm wrapping around his throat as he placed a kiss on his shoulder. “That’s fucking right. Open your eyes, little boy and k-keep them on her.”

When he does what he’s told, your lips meet his as the coach pushes himself up fully onto his knees and sets a rough pace while pounding his cock deep into the man he loves. 

“Shit…you’re just as much of a slut as she is…aren’t you?” When all Eddie does is nod, Steve spanks him hard. “Answer me.”

“I’m just as much—mmm—of a slut as she is.”

“As who?”

“Our girl.”

At his words, Steve grunted with approval as he chased his high desperate for a release after feeling you cum around him. Your hand slid under your former professor and wrapped around his length to stroke him. 

His eyes that had been glued to you, abruptly darkened.

“After he fills me up, Y/N, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore tomorrow. Everyone at his game w-will be looking at you and they’ll know…They’ll know you’re taken care of.” 

While Eddie spoke Steve’s pace had quickened to the point that the sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the apartment. A strangled moan left his lips as he fell flat against his partner pushing him fully against the ground and rolled his hips as he came; his fingers intertwining with Eddie’s as he panted into his tussled head of hair. 

You delicately patted his sweaty shoulder and without you saying a word, he fell to the side of the metalhead who didn’t waste a moment, scaling your body and lifting your legs around his waist before guiding himself into your sore and swollen heat. 

True to his word, he set an aggressive rhythm causing both of you to emit repeated ahs while his lips attached to your neck. You clung to his back as he sucked a mark into your skin, soothing it with his tongue while your pussy clenched tightly around him. 

“Please…please, Mr. Munson…I wanna…”

“Tell me.”

“I want to…feel you…cum.”

“I’ll—fuck—I’ll cum when you do.” You shake your head and he grumbles roughly, gripping your throat as his angry eyes meet yours. “I wasn’t asking, Y/N. I’ll give you my cum when your pussy is fucking begging me for it.”

Your legs started to fall as your back arched but his other palm hastily grabbed one of your thighs to keep at least one in place as your body began to tremble. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, g-give it to me.”

Collapsing on top of you, Eddie fully incased you in his warmth as your nails ran up his back to cling to his shoulders. Your orgasm washed over you like a freight train while you continuously garbled his name into the nook of his neck. As your core continued to quiver around him, you felt his momentum stutter before his release painted your walls. 

“Ow, ow…”, you whimper as he tries to delicately pull out of you. 

“I know, I know, baby. There we go…Good girl. Come on, let’s go take a bath.”

“I got her, honey. You go on ahead; the water’s already running.”, Steve coos in a soft voice as he helps the man he loves to his feet.

“Hey, maybe I need to be coddled to, mister.”

You smile as the coach smirks, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and following his boyfriend into the bathroom. After you kiss his cheek, he places you on the edge of the tub and lifts Eddie bridal style eliciting a small, surprised squeak from the professor.

“Well, don’t I feel special.”

“Mhmm. Do you need anything, my love? Water or some ice before we clean you both?”

Eddie theatrically sighs, throwing his head back as he whines, “Noooo, sire. I think I shall be ok but the princess and I will require a kiss or two.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve kisses his lips and lowers him carefully down in the warm, steamy water in front of where you had placed yourself before moving over to kiss you as well. Reaching behind him on the banister, the metalhead grabbed his pack of cigarettes and flashed them towards you, silently asking you if it was alright which you nod. 

“Fuck, man. It’s going to be snowing within a month or so I bet.”, Eddie relays after opening the nearby window and lighting the stick between his fingers. 

Hearing you hiss, his head immediately turns your way to see you grabbing the other man’s wrist as he cleaned between your legs. 

“Sorry. Hurts.”

Steve nods, kissing your temple as he murmurs into your ear, continuing to clean you as you hold his forearm to ground you. 

After blowing smoke out the window, the metalhead lightly grips your chin and tilts forward to softly kiss your lips. 

“I remember that first night, you winced like that and grabbed my wrist. You looked so small… I knew then I wanted to take care of you.”

“Oh? Is that why you two talked about being afraid to be with me?”, you tease causing both men to exchange a look. “I was drifting in and out so I only heard parts of it. Something about cake and me not wanting to be seen with ‘old men’.”

Eddie narrows his eyes your way but Steve’s palm tenderly reaching to clean him blindsides him slightly as he turns to face him and is met with his lips. 

“Some of the wording is mushed together but…”, he chuckles, their foreheads leaning against each other. “Eddie was afraid of the career aspect as well as our stupid little town. I thought maybe you’d wake up and realize you wanted more than a small-town life hidden away with bitter coach and professor.”

“I don’t get a negative adjective to?”, the metalhead jokes. “Former fugitive, pariah, trailer trash demon worshipper?”

“Stop.”, she growled a bit more forcefully than he meant to. “I never saw you that way.”

“And I never saw you as bitter.”

“Me neither. I never saw you both as ‘old men’ either. I just saw you as…mine.”, you shrug as your tone drops a bit. “That’s why what you said to me hurt so much but I never wanted to make things complicated.”

“Can’t really do that in our relationship can we, baby?”, Steve coos softly, standing to his feet so he can carefully lift you out of the tub and dry you off. “Alright, wait here while I go get the other baby.”

You giggle as you watch him from your bed swivel around to hurry towards Eddie who had already begun getting out of the water before the coach quickly wraps a towel around him and picks him up in his strong arms. 

“We saw you that way to.”, the metalhead adds as he pulls you to his side. “Ours.”

“I know. I heard you one day after rehearsal talking about how you wanted to spank me because of Theo even though YOU pushed me away—”

“Jesus, just a little eavesdropper, huh, Munson. Sounds like there’s a few punishments that need to be doled out.”

You smirk as he tugs one of his track shirts over your head and slides Eddie’s boxers up your legs. 

“Did you just interrupt me?”

Steve beams wide showing off all his teeth as he places his arms around your hips. 

“What are you going to do about it?” You bite your bottom lip before tilting to kiss his. “Did you need ice or anything?”

“Not right now, Mr. Harrington, thank you.”

Turning to focus on Eddie, he can’t help but roll his eyes as his partner bats his lashes his way. 

“Do you need ice or some water, honey?”

“No, Mr. Harrington, I’m all set.”, he teases in a high pitch voice, lightly mocking you while Steve pulls another pair of boxers up his legs. 

Just as he did with you, the coach circled his arms around the long-haired boy’s hips but leaned towards his tummy to place a soft kiss along his scars that has his features faltering slightly. 

“Thank you for always being there, Eddie. I love that now I can show you both off and I don’t have to hide how much I love you.”

Smiling, the man circles his limbs around his neck and kisses his cheek. 

“I love you to…but God why are you so obsessed with me.” After pushing his partner away, the metalhead focuses on you while Steve goes on the hunt for some shorts. “I love you to, baby. I agree with him. I’m glad we can show you off and take you on dates like tonight. Tomorrow you’re going to sit right next to me and I’m going to hold your hand all night. Or get handsy if you wear one of those sexy skirts. I’m only human.”

You laugh at his joke as you fall back against the pillows and pull him on top of you. Your fingers trace his cheek to his lips and he softly grins before laying down to rest his head below your chin. 

Steve comes out of the bathroom, pausing when he notices you both laying this way with your hand tenderly petting his partner’s curls. After turning off the lights, he climbs in beside you and brings the covers up over you three. 

“I’ve always loved how soft you are with him. Not that I’m not but…”, he whispers, kissing your shoulder as he pulls you both closer to his chest. “Thank you, Y/N, for being you.”

You smile at his groggy tone as your eyes watch him fall asleep. Eddie had already beat him to it, his steady breathing signally to you he was out. Since moving out of Hawkins, they both seemed at peace, not just out in the world but as they slept. 

Those first couple of months they did struggle; Eddie waking up screaming about someone taking you and Steve bolting upright to glare out the window to make sure “the sky isn’t red”. Slowly, the tossing and turning stopped followed by the nightmares. The first night they both slept peacefully, they woke up with bright eyes and a jovial energy, throwing some clothes on you so you three could get out to explore the city. 

They ate more, smiled more, and even opened up more than they thought possible. You were so thankful that you could experience this with them and see them grow after being stifled by a town that didn’t appreciate them. 

After a year so much had changed for the better and you couldn’t imagine what your future held. All you knew was as long as you with them, you were safe and happy.  

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Easy To Love/Hate (Steddie & Plus Size Y/N)

A/N: Im not sure what triggered this but Y/N is very much a manifestation of alot of my fears and trauma. But yeah, she's also very inspired by Kate Winslet in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

New record of longest story I've written and they definitely have more of a story to tell.

Enjoy!

Warnings: Steddie & Plus Size Fem Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, semi public (lover's lake, no one is around), stoned sex (but its consensual), oral (m and f receiving), fingering (m and f receiving), p in v, frotting, unprotected p-in-v, slight overstimulation if you squint, aftercare always.

ANGST! Eddie and Steve have an intimate encounter when they were younger but not aren't friendly which is expanded in as the story progresses, Reader is mentioned as being inquisitive and asks alot of questions but she does make it clear that they don't have to say anything they don't want to, mentions of King Steve and all his insecurities with being popular and his dad, Eddie briefly mentions his relationship with his dad and how people hate him in the town, Reader is new to Hawkins and is slightly spicy :) (talks back to teachers and jocks), Has a run in with jocks and kicks their ass, has a run in with Mr. Harrington who, well IS Mr. Harrington (talks down to her about being poor), Reader pokes fun at her own weight but not a whole lot and no one in the town talks to her about it negatively, mentions of a feeling abandoned by parent, argument between her and the boys... I think that's it.

Word Count: 13, 887

Steddie Masterlist/Donate to Me

"She's easy to love, oh, and easy to hate She tastes like a drug, and she feels just the same Bitter to the tongue, but a thrill for your brain A little bit crazy, but it's worth all the pain.

Her mind is a beautiful thing You never quite know what she thinks But if you're lucky, she just might let you see What hides behind nightmares and dreams."

“I’ve, um, I’ve never done that before.”, Steve murmurs from his spot on the edge of the bed while the buzz cut boy in front of him finished buckling his pants. 

“The making out part or the blow job part?”, Eddie asked with a crassness that had the other boy flinching. 

“All of it, I guess. I’ve made out with girls but never—”

“A handsome lad like myself?” When he cut him off, Steve flinched again causing the other boy to softly sigh before taking a seat beside him and placing his palm on his shoulder. “I get it. The first time I kissed a dude, my dad walked in at the same time and…let’s just say it didn’t go well…”

Steve’s honey irises scanned over Eddie’s face as his own eyes fell to the floor in front of them. 

“You did good…I mean like…it felt really good…having your lips…fuck, why can’t I talk?” He smirked when he heard the boy beside him chuckle. “Did you like it? I mean…how did it feel for you?”

“I like kissing you. Your lips taste good.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods. 

“I also like the sounds you make. You, like, whimper when my head bobs—”

“I do not!”, Eddie shouts defensively, pushing his shoulder playfully. 

The other boy doesn’t miss a beat, grabbing his wrist just in time and yanking his mouth to his own. 

“What happens on Monday, Munson?”, he whispered as his forehead leaned against his.

“You tell me, Harrington. Do you still want to hang out with a freak like me?”

Steve cups Eddie’s cheeks and kisses him again, not wanting to let the boy go. 

“If you’re a freak, then so am I.”

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3 Years Later

Steve hated history class with a burning passion. 

He always struggled to remember dates and certain aspects of the material never made sense to him. Add in the fact that Mrs. Hill droned on and on with no inflection in her tone; everything just seemed to run together. 

He did his best though, taking notes and doing what he could to at least maintain a good average so he could keep playing basketball. 

Sports was his only outlet for all his stress.

Every time he focused on dunking the ball, he didn’t have to remember that his father kept reciting about his future and what he planned to do with it. With every finished lap in the pool, he would focus on bettering his time and not the fact that he was already bored of the last girl he took out on a date. 

Every cheer from the crowd in the stands made him forget that Tommy and Carol had bullied another kid from the debate team or that stupid fucking Hellfire Club.

With every win and applaud whether it be from the crowd at a game or keg stand at a party, he felt more like the king they claimed him to be and he could ignore the fact that he was incredibly bored with it all and how awful it genuinely made him feel. 

“Mr. Harrington?”

“Huh?”

“Care to answer my question?”

“What was the question?” 

The kids around him snicker, they think he’s joking so he smirks to cover the truth. 

“I see we still aren’t paying attention today, are we, Mr. Harrington?”

“She was asking if the introduction of music television like MTV was a positive or negative like MTV and violence in our society are mutually exclusive.” All eyes turned your way as you continued to absently doodle in your notebook. “If it did have any effect, at most it would chill people the fuck out.”

A couple of people gasped while Steve’s eyes widened. 

He had never seen you before let alone was aware you were even in the class. How could he not have when you were in his row 2 seats away?

“Miss…”, the teacher pauses as she looks at her clipboard. “Y/L/N. I know you’re new to the school so you may not entirely know the rules but I would assume most schools wouldn’t allow for language like that.”

“Oh, I apologize, Mrs. Hill. It’s probably the influence of all that MTV.”

At your sarcastic reply, you turn towards Steve and throw him a playful wink that actually has the king of Hawkins blushing. 

The bell rings and even as everyone throws their belongs in their bags to escape out the door, you slowly maneuver your books into your backpack before slinging it over one shoulder. 

“Hey, um, thanks for what you did in there.”

“Did I do something?”, you tease, heading into the hall with him in tow. 

“I’m not very good at history—”

“I noticed.”, you giggle, finally turning to give him your attention. Your eyes gradually take him in, from his expensive tennis shoes up over his tight jeans to the polo that hugged his waist. “I’m Y/N.”, you relay as you extend your hand out to him. 

Encapsulating it with his own, he sizes you up just as equally totally into the jeans torn at the knee and your converse with drawings all along the toes. 

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

“Oh…the illustrious king.”, you sing with a smile and he swoons. “I’ve heard all about you.”

“All good I hope.”

“Let me just say, the whispers about your hair don’t do it justice.” The man laughs at your joke and you grin at the sound. “It’s nice meeting you, sire.”

***

Eddie exhaled smoke from his lips as he sat on the edge of his van in the back waiting for the school to clear out so he could meet the guys for their Hellfire meeting. 

He absolutely hated the student body who couldn’t manage to keep their destain hidden for even one second while they giggled and pointed his way as they passed. 

Even some of the men at the factory taunted Wayne for taking him in because he was such a “fuck up” and “bound to end up like his father”. His uncle hid the critiques but the employee’s children made sure to relay the information. 

“Fuck me!” 

Eddie’s eyes darted in the direction where the consistent swears were pouring out of your mouth as you kicked the front end of your car before lifting the hood. 

“Please…please, baby girl, don’t do this to me.”, you sigh as you scan the area, beautiful irises locking with his. “Hey, do you know anything about cars?”

When he theatrically looked around and pointed at himself you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yes, you, Hellfire. Do you know anything about cars?”, you asked again and this time he rose to his feet, slinking your way. 

“Um, I know a little bit. I can take a look.”

“Well, I do declare. Thank you, sir.”, you reply with an exaggerated accent that has him smirking your way as he takes off his jacket and tosses it aside. “I’m Y/N btw.”

“Eddie Munson.”

“Oh? Any relation to Wayne Munson?” The metalhead’s body straightened and you immediately sensed his defensive energy. “It’s just, I went to visit my dad to see how his first day of work was going and he was having lunch with his foreman leader with that name. He was very nice; shook my hand and called me ‘sweetheart’.”

Eddie grins softly as he focuses under your hood once more. 

“Yeah, that’s my uncle. He’s a good man like that. It looks like this thing here just needs a patch. I can fix it enough to get you home but it’s going to need a mechanic.”

“Great.”, you whine, watching as he heads back towards his van and digs around for a bit before returning with some tools. “So…what’s Hellfire? A theater troop or?”

“Ah, no, we’re a club filled with freaks who play D & D.”

“That’s cool. I can’t play that game to save my life but it’s fun to watch.”

“Pfft, you don’t have to pander to me, sweetheart, ok?”, he sasses, grunting as he begins working under your hood. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you ask as you fold your arms across your chest. 

“It means most women don’t know what D&D is let alone badass girls in Metallica t-shirts so I know you’re just being nice because I’m helping you. You don’t have to. I’m used to people treating me like weird.”

Your fingers suddenly wrap around his bicep as you force him to face you. 

“First off, you are incredibly defensive. I’m new in town and I AM trying to be nice especially since you’re doing something nice for me when you don’t have to. Secondly, I don’t think it’s weird or freaky to like Dungeons and Dragons. It’s a complex game with cool missions and shit that I can’t fucking understand but you seem to which makes you cool to me. And third…thank you for the compliment.”

As you grin wide at your last sentence, Eddie can’t help but be totally dumbfounded by you. You had to be a figment of his imagination, right? There’s no way a girl like you existed.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for saying I’m cool.”

“You’re welcome.” As soon as he’s done, you turn your key and the engine roars to life. “Oh my God, thank you, Eddie Munson. You are my hero. Would you like to have lunch with me tomorrow? My way of saying thank you properly.”

“Um, yeah, sure. I don’t eat in the cafeteria alot though. There’s a bench out in the forest by the campus.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound ominous.”, you joke, shouting thank you again before speeding away. 

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Steve couldn’t get you out of his mind for the rest of the night. 

He kept thinking about your ripped jeans and heavy metal shirt, your attitude and the way you effortlessly contradicted his teacher without any fear of consequence. Your smile and the way you laughed echoed through his ears, piercing his heart. He watched you during class that following day as you sketched in your notebook occasionally looking at the board as if you were paying attention.

Today, you had on black cargo pants with chains all along the pockets that clinked every time you moved with the same converse that seemed to have new doodles along the side. The matching black polo you were wearing hugged your curves and more than anything he realized he wanted to do the same. 

“Steven!”, Carol shouted as she waved her hand in front of his face. “Tommy’s been talking to you, man.”

“Oh, um, sorry.”, he mumbled as he glanced down at his uneaten lunch tray. “I’m just thinking about something.”

“About that new girl? I heard they moved here because she killed someone in her hometown.”

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend’s gossip. “Be careful with that one. Wouldn’t want you to end up on the news.”

Of course, as if on cue, your chains jingled as you walked by and out the side door. He didn’t even think twice as the jock casually rose to his feet, leaving his food and friends behind to catch up with you. 

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey there, Steve Harrington.”, you beam even as you continue to walk. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m meeting a friend for lunch. Would you like to join?”

“Oh, um, yeah, sure. So, how do you like it here so far?”, Steve asked, cringing at his earnest energy. 

“It’s…alright. A lot of people here are pretty conservative and kind of assholes.”

“They definitely can be.”

“I saw you talking to a couple of ‘em. Tommy Hagan and Carol…something. I don’t know her last name. I just know she strongly believes it will one day be Hagan to.”, you laugh. “I heard them gossiping about one of the teachers.”

“Yeah they do that.”, Steve rolls his eyes. 

“Why do you hang out with them then?”

Your question wasn’t mocking nor did it carry an accusation. To him you sounded genuinely curious which is something he found incredibly fascinating.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I guess because it’s better to be popular and appreciated than alone and hated.”

“You really think they appreciate you, sire?”, you ask sarcastically. “I assure you, they’d probably sell you out in a heartbeat. Alright, he said bench in the woods…”

“Who’s your friend?”, Steve inquired, head quirking at the word he.

“He helped me fix my car yesterday. He said his name was Eddie something. Eddie…”

“Munson.”, the popular boy finished for you just as the metalhead stepped from the path to come into view and their eyes locked. 

“Yeah, that’s it!”

***

“What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington? Get lost on your way to a party?”

“For your information, I was invited, burnout. What the fuck are you doing out here?”

“Um, do ya’ll know each other?”, you ask a bit more playfully than you meant it to sound.

“Oh, of course. Who doesn’t know our illustrious king of Hawkins High?”, Eddie replies sarcastically as he bows towards the other boy. “Thank you, sire, for gracing me and the lady with your presence.” 

Your eyes narrow in amusement as you watch them interact, placing yourself on the table and leaning back on your palms. 

“I’m sorry, I thought this was a free country and I could go wherever I please. Are any of the other freaks here? Wouldn’t want to embarrass them.”

“Wouldn’t want to be seen with them is more like it. Seriously, what the fuck are doing here? She invited me to lunch.”

“Well, she invited me to so…”

Both sets of annoyed eyes flash your way and you sit up to face them. 

“To be fair, I’m new here so I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other let alone had this intense rivalry—”

“I’d have to care for it to be a rivalry.”, Steve mumbled as he folded his arms across his chest. 

Eddie blinked before doing the same but you noticed the emotion flicker across his face. 

“Why did that bother you?”

“Huh?”

“He said he’d have to care and you made a face for a moment like that bothered you. I’m curious as to why.”, you explain, glancing towards the popular boy whose own features seem to reflect confusion before turning away in a huff. “Ooooh wait a second. Did you two date?”

Both men’s arms fall as they immediately get defensive especially Steve. 

“No! Pfft, I’m not into guys and if I was I wouldn’t date a freak like him!”

“Feelings mutual, Steven! If I wanted a pompous asshole in my life I’d of kept my dad around!”

“HEY! I’m nothing like your criminal father, Munson!”

“You may as well be with how much you fucking hurt me!” Steve flinched as he took one step back and Eddie did the same as he reached into his pocket to find his cigarettes. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not hungry at the moment.”

With that the metalhead turned and stomped away leaving the popular boy to stare after him. 

“Sooooo you didn’t date but you definitely fucked, right?”

“This is all your fault!”, he shouted, turning on you so fast you couldn’t help but smile. “You’re like a fucking plague!”

“Oh, so you two didn’t have this tension before I came along?”

“NO! We never even fucking saw each other and that was ok!”

“But you never stopped thinking about him, huh?”, you smirk as you lay down flat on the table. “He definitely hasn’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Ugh, fuck you!”, he blurted angerly, stomping away in the opposite direction. 

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Eddie had pretty much been chain smoking cigarettes since yesterday afternoon choosing to skip school as he wondered the town. It wasn’t the first time he had thought about that night with Steve Harrington but it was the first time in a long time he actually felt the sting of it. 

Every time Steve went on a date with some girl or he caught him making out behind the bleachers, Eddie remembered. Any time Steve laughed at a stupid joke and scrunched his nose, showing off all of his teeth, Eddie remembered. When Garth would tell him about how Steve Harrington stood there and watched while Tommy Hagan pushed him into a locker, Eddie remembered. 

But he blocked out the pain with weed and partners of his own, till he was left semi-satisfied and numb. 

A part of him wished he could erase the entire memory of Steve Harrington but another part liked having that bit of feeling locked away in his pessimistic heart. 

“I said fuck off or I swear to God—”

“You swear to God what?”, a boy threatened just as the metalhead passed the alleyway next to the arcade. 

You were backed against the brick wall with some of the other jocks circling you. Your face glared up at them with defiance and Eddie swooned at your confidence. 

“I’ll break your fucking arm.”

“Oooo.”, he mocked but you didn’t falter. 

“Problem, boys?”, the long-haired man asked as he made his presence known. 

“This doesn’t concern you, Munson.”

“It does when you’re threatening one of my friends.”

At the declaration, he noticed a small smile twitch across your lips before they went back to being a thin line of anger. The jock in front of you gestured with his head towards Eddie. 

“This freak really someone you want to be associated with?”

“Rather a freak than a dick who doesn’t understand the word no.”

“People don’t say no to me.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

“Listen, baby, I can show you a thing or two—” Right as his arm lifted and his fingers just barely touched your hair, you took hold of the limb and bent it to the side causing the man to howl in pain before you ducked under him to quickly take hold of Eddie’s bicep. “You fucking bitch! You broke my arm!”

“I warned you. Come on, babe.”

Intertwining your fingers with his, you both bolted away from the jocks screams towards the trailer park. 

***

“Whew. Hang on a moment, I…I need to catch my breath…”, you pant as you lean your palms on your knees. 

“Do you want some water? Our trailer is right there.”, Eddie offered as he gestured towards his home and you nodded allowing him to lead. “My castle.”

“I like it.”, you grin as you take a look around. “You live here with your parents?”

“My uncle.”, he replied flatly, coming around the counter to hand you a glass that you sip as you watch him walk away. 

“Oh. When you said Wayne was your uncle, I didn’t realize you lived with him to.”

“Yup.” Eddie put emphasis on the P, popping his lips as he nods. 

“Where are your—”

“Jesus, you ask a ton of questions.”, he snaps, stomping towards what you assume is his bedroom and you hastily follow. 

“Forgive me for wanting to get to know my friend. Why are you so defensive!?”

“Look, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, people in this town fucking hate me so I’m always on edge when someone asks questions trying to ‘get to know me’. No one wants to know me.”

“Wayne doesn’t hate you. I don’t hate you. Those kids in your little Hellfire thing don’t hate you. Steve doesn’t hate you.” The metalhead snorts out a laugh as he glares towards his wall and sits on his bed. “He doesn’t. He’s mad at you about something but I can tell…he doesn’t hate you.”

“What the fuck would he have to be mad at me for?! I didn’t do fucking anything to him!”

“I’m just telling you what I see.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

Your eyes take him in before you sit beside him and cross your legs on his mattress. 

“I’m sorry for asking so many questions. I’m aware that I’m inquisitive. I think it has something to do with my parents always hiding things and my mom being shady. That’s why we moved here. My dad wanted him and I to have a fresh start.” 

Eddie’s irises meet yours with a softness you appreciate. 

“I’m sorry for snapping. I am very defensive. People in this town have been calling me a freak since I was a kid, even after my mother died.”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs at your kindness and a heavy sigh leaves his lips.

“Hey, um, do you want to get high?”

***

“I didn’t break his arm!”, you cackle as Eddie snickers through his teeth before taking another hit. “At most I sprained it. I’m not the fucking Bionic Woman.”

“Dude, the fact that you could even do that is amazing. Be prepared though with basketball season, some people in this town will be pissed.”

“Look, I warned him. I don’t pander to people.”

“No, you don’t.”, he murmurs softly, passing you the joint with a smile that you match. 

“I like this side of you, Munson. Calm…happy…”

“I like hanging out with you, Y/L/N. It’s been a while since I smoked with someone I liked talking to.”

“Not even your friends?”, you ask as you pass the weed back to him. 

“I like my friends I just don’t really open up to them, you know? To be fair, no one in my life asks as many questions as you do.”, he chuckles, smile growing when you laugh. 

“It’s a blessing and a curse. I notice everything.”, you jest as your eyes widen in playful horror. “Kind of like how I noticed that chemistry yesterday between you and Mr. Harrington.”

“Ooooh…”, Eddie groans, scrunching his nose in slight disgust as he tries to roll away before you grab his shoulder to keep him still. “Do we have to talk about that shit?”

“No, my love, we don’t have to.”

At the term, his eyebrow quirks your way and he exhales, placing the joint in the ashtray on his shelf. 

“We were never together…Never really even got a chance to be…”, the metalhead began as you both stared at the ceiling while the acoustic guitar emitting from his stereo continued to play softly. “It was near the end of our freshman year at some party one of the upper classmen were throwing. I was trying to hide but found him on a bed alone in a room. I remember he looked so heartbroken. 

He said something about how he didn’t want to be there because his dad had yelled at him before he came. I don’t know what you’ve heard about Bill Harrington but he’s a fucking asshole.”

“I haven’t heard anything.”, you answer, feeling him nod in affirmation beside you. 

“He looked so heartbroken.”, Eddie repeated causing you to shift your gaze to look his way. “I don’t know where the confidence came from but we just talked and I told him everything would be ok while I played with his hair.”

“That soft, fluffy thing he’s got going on.”

“Yeah.”, he chuckles, feeling your body move until your head was laying on his chest. 

“I bet he felt safe with you.” Your words were muffled by his shirt, his eyes closing when your arm laid across his belly to hug him tighter. 

“Yeah. I, uh, he wanted to make it up to me…for me listening and being there…I told him he didn’t have to…b-but he insisted.”

At his strained breathing, you lifted your head onto your chin so you could see his face. 

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Eddie nodded as your hand cupped his cheek, lowering your lips to his gently, feeling his body come to life. “Do you want to touch me?”, you whisper, smiling when he nods dragging the tip of his nose along yours. 

Lifting his palm to your mouth, you tenderly kissed the pads of his index and middle finger causing a little groan to emit from his throat as he pushed up onto his elbow to bring his lips to yours again. A moan of your own filled his ears and he realized then you had placed his hand on your breast. 

Leaving him to play, you released him from your grip, laying your palm on the bulge in his jeans and feeling his warm breath heat your cheek as his lips trailed down your neck. 

“Do you want to touch my pussy, Eddie? Tell me.”, you command when he nods. 

“I wanna—fuck—I want to touch your pussy, sweetheart, please.”

Slowly, you unbutton your jeans and push them down your chunky limbs, tossing them on his floor and throwing one of your legs over his hip that he promptly clings to so he can bring it high up his form allowing you to be as close to him as possible. 

“What about you?”, you tease.

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I mean…”, he stutters out as he fumbles with his belt buckle and sloppily pushes down his own pants to his ankles. “Sorry. I’m a lot smoother than this.”

“Of course you are.”

Lifting one of his eyebrows in amusement, he obnoxiously runs his thick tongue along the entirety of his palm and reaches between your legs to rub his fingers through your folds. 

“God, you’re so wet.”

Biting your bottom lip, you place your hand in front of his mouth and he smirks before licking it. You scoot your body closer to his till your chests are just barely touching and his jaw goes slack when you take hold of his cock, pumping him at a gradual pace. 

“So are you.”, you joke when your run your thumb over his tip and feel the precum that had already begun to stain his sheets. “Fuck, Eddie, your dick is so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it is but you can take it, right?” As he asked his question, the metalhead guided two of his fingers inside of your entrance and his cock twitched at the feeling of your breath as you panted at the feeling against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, you can take it. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Your rhythm began to hasten and he matched your energy, moaning along with you as you built each other up. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Eddie?”

“Yes, pretty girl, I want to fuck you.”

“How do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?”

“Jesus.”

Your nose grazed his as you smiled and whispered. “Tell me, baby. Will it be hard?”

“So fucking hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

“Atta boy. Do you—mmm—do want me to ride your cock or do you want me on my back? How about on my hands and—”

Eddie’s mouth cut you off as they crashed to yours and he pushed you onto your back while slotting himself between your legs. You didn’t hesitate when you wrapped them around his waist and after lining up his tip with your cunt, began guiding himself inside you. 

“Oh my God.”, you whimper, your nails dragging deliciously down his back. 

“Your pussy is just…pulling me in…fuck…”, he grunts, his head falling beside yours. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“Fuck me, Eddie, like you told me. Fuck me—ah—fuck me hard, baby.”

Pushing up a bit, he allows his forehead to rest on yours as he takes hold of your wrists and presses them above you while honoring your request. 

“Yes, Eddie, please. You feel so good.”

Your eyes roll shut as his cock stretches you open and consistently hits that sensitive spot inside you. A whimper escaped you when you suddenly felt pressure on your clit, realizing then he was trying desperately to feel you cum. 

You moaned his name repeatedly till the ball in your belly dropped and you screamed so loud the metalhead was sure his uncle would get complaints tomorrow morning but he didn’t care. 

“Where…where can I…”

“Inside…inside…”

With your permission along with your pussy milking him as your high slowly descended, Eddie grunted followed by a couple more choppy thrusts before you felt him painting your walls. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

You exhaustedly smile as he collapses on top of you, his lips lazily leaving tender kisses along your jawline.

“I’ll say.”, you tease lightly, shakily lowering your arms to circle around him. 

“Do…do you need…anything? Water? S-Shower?”, he asked in a groggy tone that had you craning your neck to notice his eyes were closed as he began falling asleep. 

“No, Eddie, I’m alright.” His lips continued to move making your smile grow as you caressed some of his messy hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I can’t hear you, babe.”

“I said…don’t…please…don’t…ignore me after tonight…”, the metalhead rushed out as he sighed before fully falling asleep in your arms. 

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Throughout the next couple of days, Steve continued to watch you from afar. 

During your lunch, you came into the cafeteria late and for your remaining period, sat with Eddie and his friends without getting any food. He was curious if you just didn’t have the funds to eat which seemed to not only bother him but the long-haired boy as well when he noticed as soon as you sat down, he appeared to ask you something before handing you a bag of whatever was in his lunchpail. 

During your classes, you always seemed a bit reserved but you engaged during conversations and debates which he found amusing. In your chemistry class, you excitedly mixed chemicals that began to smoke up the room causing you and your partner to laugh while the teacher scurried around opening windows. 

When you interacted with people, you visually appeared closed off but he would listen to you ask questions telling him you were indeed listening. Some of the jocks would pass by and say something snarky and you would reply equally so with little to no hesitation. 

One day, he followed you home in your beat-up car that wasn’t too far from the school as you turned into one of the lower income neighborhoods. 

Your eyes seemed to change when you walked up to your front door and to him you almost seemed sad. Someone he wasn’t able to see greeted you when you entered but he had to convince himself to cut his snooping off here because climbing up to a stranger’s window crossed a line ignoring the fact that he already followed you in his car like some creepy stalker. 

The next day after school, he was able to focus on basketball practice and was thankful for the distraction. What he wasn’t prepared for was you sitting in the bleachers with a smile and a small wave. 

“What are you doing here?”, he asked after running towards you. 

“It’s nice to see you to, Steve Harrington. I hope you’re well.”, you sass, rolling your eyes when all he does is stand there. “I, um, I wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I seriously didn’t know you two knew each other and it’s been brought to my attention I’m a bit too inquisitive—”

“You are.”, Steve interrupts and you sigh in jest.

“I’m sorry, alright? You were the first person to really talk to me here and you’re one of the few jock assholes in this town who ISN’T an asshole so…”

“Harrington! Let’s go, kid!”, the coach yells and the boy flashes him an ok symbol with his palm before tossing a smirk your way. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for getting defensive and all that.”

“I forgive you.”, you beam, shooing him playfully with your hands as he runs back onto the court. 

While you watch him practice, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip to stifle the grin from widening on your face when you notice him showing off for what you assume is you. 

Everything changed however when the gym door opened and a man in an expensive looking business suit clacked his equally expensive looking shoes across the court before stopping as his piercing irises take in the boys in front of him. 

Steve’s gaze shifted towards him giving him pause and one of the other men on the court effortlessly swiped the ball from his hand to make the basket causing the well-dressed man to shake his head and chuckle. 

“Hey, dad, what, uh, what are you doing here? Everything ok?”, the pretty boy asked after jogging towards him. 

“Yes, of course. Jesus.”, he continues a bit callously. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d come watch my son practice.”

“Um, okay, but I don’t think you’re allowed—”

“Nonsense! Is it alright if I watch for a bit, coach?”

“Sure, Bill, no problem.”

“Ah, that’s Mr. Harrington, actually.”

As his father laughs, Steve cringes as he glances towards you in embarrassment, his face turning a darker shade when he sees you looking them both over with those inquisitive eyes. 

Taking his place back on the court, everything changes as he makes mistake after mistake, cursing under his breath with each failed shot or swiped ball. His final straw was when he tried to block another player and was pushed so hard he fell backwards. 

“Wow are you alright?”, you ask, extending your hand that he doesn’t take, clutching his elbow instead. “Steve? Are you ok?”

“Well, son, I must say, I’ve seen you play better.”, Mr. Harrington sighs, not even glancing his way as his eyes focus on his pager. “Alright, I have to head back to the office but—”

“Are you seriously not going to ask how he is?”, you interrupt. “He just got knocked over and hit the ground pretty hard.”

His dad freezes before turning to run his eyes down your frame, snickering at the blue jeans with drawings on the thigh and your Hellfire shirt Eddie had given you that you had cut into making it your own. The symbol was left untouched but you snipped the sleeves turning it into a tank top allowing your flabby arms their time in the sun while showing off your “Do or do not there is no try” tattoo.

“I’m sorry and you are?”

“A decent human being.”, you snap back, placing your hands on your hips. “And you are?”

The players around you gasp as they whisper to each other and Steve hastily rises to his feet, raising a hand to assure you he’s fine when you try to help. 

“This is Bill Harrington…my father…”

“Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone introduce their parents that way.”

“Steven, who is this girl—”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I can speak for myself unlike you.”

“Miss Y/L/N—”

“No, no, coach, it’s alright.”, his father assures, raising his hand towards the man just as Steve had. “I’ve heard of your family, Miss Y/L/N. Well, you and your father. This town is small enough you hear all the gossip especially when someone new moves in the slums of Hawkins.”

“If that’s the slums, I’d hate to see the over exaggerated, God-y side of town you live on.”

“I live in comfort with my wife and son. I don’t have to work at the factory for 12hrs a day to not even make ends meet.”

“Not really something I’d brag about, Mr. Harrington; the fact that other people struggle while you live above them in your undeserved, selfish luxury.”

He laughs again as he takes steps towards you and you feel Steve’s fingers twitch beside.

“Dad…”

“Shut up, Steven.”, he growls before pointing his finger in your face. “I know girls like you, Miss Y/L/N. You grow up with that sarcastic attitude that screams confidence but the truth is, little girl, you’re just as scared as the rest of them if not more so. You’ll graduate and tell yourself you’ll achieve something great but you won’t. You’ll be stuck here with a husband who hates you and kids that won’t stop screaming, working a job you hate till you’re old and gray.”

Steve feels the anger vibrate through you as everything in his body tells him to back away. He half expected you to ignite and come back with a snarky quip that would leave his father emotionally wounded for weeks to come. 

Suffice it to say, he definitely wasn’t prepared when your palm grabbed the jock’s sweaty collar and brought his lips to yours. Again, he heard the gasps of the people around him and felt the wind of his father backing away but all of that was overshadowed by the delicious taste of your mouth on his. 

Just as he lifted his palm to cup your cheek, you pushed him back and smiled towards his dad. 

“At least I’ll be stuck here with your family growing old and gray in luxury.”

***

Practice ended after your display and Steve didn’t acknowledge his dad’s angry shouts after him as he ran to follow you as you hastily exited out the back door. 

As an apology, he bought you a burger that you two shared on the other side of lover’s lake sitting on the trunk of his BMW. 

“Are you sure it’s ok that I sit up here? Wouldn’t want daddy to yell at you if he finds a dent because of my fat ass.”

“You don’t have a fat ass and yes, it’s fine.”, he sighs with a smile, sliding onto his feet and reaching down to grab some grass so his hands had something to fiddle with. “I’m really sorry for him. He had no right to belittle you like that.”

“It’s ok. I’m kind of used to it with my smart mouth.”, you chuckle, grumbling the wrapper that had once housed your food. “When Eddie mentioned your father was an asshole, I didn’t expect that though.”

“He talked to you about me?”

Your eyebrows quirked upward with a smirk. 

“I said he mentioned your dad.”

“What, uh, what did he say?”

“That your dad was an asshole.”, you laugh and he does the same. “He said you two had spent time together at a party and you didn’t want to be there cause of your dad. Something he said…”

“Hm. Is that all he told you?”, Steve asked with a bitterness you picked up on. 

“He just said ya’ll spent the evening together and then you hurt him. I put two and two together.”

“I didn’t--!”, he cut himself off as he fumed and faced away from you. “…hurt him. He’s the one…” When he turned back to look at you, he saw a softness that reminded him of that night and that terrified him. “It doesn’t matter.”

The BMW thunks loudly back into place as your body slides down and your hands grasp his, pulling him towards the water. 

“Come on.”

“Come on, what? Go swimming? We don’t have any—”

“Yes swimming and I refuse to believe King Steve has never skinny dipped before.” You see the apprehension in his eyes and grin tenderly as you take a couple of steps closer to him, still clinging to his palms. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or tell me anything you don’t want to. I’d be happy to place a new dent on the hood and we can talk about…I don’t know…basketball.”

He chuckles at your joke, nodding his head towards the lake as he releases you to take off his shirt, doing his best to keep his eyes focused ahead as you do the same thing. He takes a note that you keep your matching bra and panties on as you squeal in delight before jumping in so he keeps his underwear on as well before following after. 

“Fuck this water is cold!”

“Yeah, that’s normal.”

You playfully push his shoulder as you both laugh while you swim a little further out but when he hears you hiss, he quickly swims to your side. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just stepped on a rock, I think. Ow.”

“Well, um, here. I know this lake pretty well…” Your eyes narrow as he takes your arms and legs to circle around him before he realizes what he just insinuated. “No! I meant…shit…the swim team and I practice out here sometimes and—”

“Steve! It’s ok. I’m not judging you.” 

Nodding, you feel his eyes studying your face as you look around the area and up towards the stars that had begun to paint the night sky.

“That night at the party three years ago? My dad had given me a lecture about being a man.” At the sound of his voice, you focused on him once more as his irises seemed to be focusing on the memory within a void. “His examples were basically everything I’m not and I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my mom dropped me off. I tried but… I wanted to be alone so I hid but then Eddie came in.”

Steve hadn’t moved since he took you in his arms and the two of you waded in the water as he continued. 

“It all just fell out of my mouth like I couldn’t hold it in anymore and he listened to every word without interrupting or critiquing me.”

“While he played with your hair?”

His eyes finally met yours and when he didn’t see any mocking, he nodded his head. 

“I felt so safe and comfortable and when I was done venting I felt so much better. I wanted him to feel good to… I don’t know why…I had never done anything like that before.”

“What did you do?”

Steve whispered it so low that you knew the only reason you heard it was because you were currently clinging to him with your ear near his lips. 

“I sucked his cock.”

As he closed his eyes, you cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his forehead. 

“I loved everything about it, honey. The way he held my hand and my hair, the moans he made when my throat gagged around him, and—fuck—the way Eddie whimpered my name.”

Your fingers twirled into the hair near the base of his neck as your lips trailed down his nose and hovered just above his mouth. 

“What happened after? Why are you both so angry?”

Steve shakes his head as he abruptly cups your cheek to roughly kiss your lips, groaning at the taste of you once more with his tongue passionately searching for yours. 

You smiled as his grip tightened to an almost bruising degree. 

“Do you wanna fuck me, Steve Harrington?”

He doesn’t verbally respond but you feel his free hand that’s clinging to your waist reach between you to move your panties to the side. 

“Answer me, Stevie.”

“Yes, I want to fuck you. Please, baby.”, he begs, his hold on you returning when he feels you reach down to effortlessly glide your palm into his boxers and free his cock eliciting a soft moan. 

“Of course, the king has a big dick.”, you tease making him bite his lip to try and conceal his pride filled grin. Your gaze shifts to the void but you feel him watching you as you guide his length into entrance. “Oh, wow.”

“Fuck.”

Licking your lips, you utilize his shoulders and neck for leverage as you roll your hips, allowing your pussy to take him in inch by inch. 

“Jesus…you and Eddie are going to ruin me…”

At your whispered words, his fingers on your waist twitched.

“You fucked Eddie?” You nod. “What did it feel like?”

Your eyes open as you assess his features but when he hugs you tighter to him allowing his cock to fully rest inside you, you realize then that he’s not jealous but genuinely curious. 

“So good, Steve. He—fuck—held my wrists above my head w-while he fucked me so hard.”

Water had gradually begun to swish around you both as you steadily rode him wishing you had more to stabilize you. The jock sees your wish and swims with you still in his grasp towards the bank, climbing out and lightly tapping your ass to signal for you to let him go. 

With his hand in yours, he brings you to the hood of the BMW, spinning you around, and lightly pushing your front half against the cool metal.

“Oh f-fuck.”, you mewled as he slides effortlessly back into your core and thrust his hips allowing the smacks of skin against skin to fill the quiet area. 

Chest hair tickles your back as he leans over you and his palm firmly grips your throat while his other arm circles around to your tummy.

“Tell me more…please…”

“H-He—”

“Who?”, he asked gruffly making you smile. 

“Eddie’s thick cock stretched m-me open. He was—oh my—making a mess before we even got started…his cum leaking w-while I stroked him with my hand...”

At your last couple of words, Steve watched as you dragged your tongue along the pads of your fingers before reaching between your legs to match his pace as you rubbed your clit. 

“Cum inside me, Steve, just like he did.”

The man grunted at your request, pushing up to his full height as he pounded his length so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your cunt clenched tightly around him and his mouth fell open at the feeling as you came panting his name. 

Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled you upright to kiss your lips as he chased his own high. It didn’t take long, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and chest to hold you to him as his rhythm faltered releasing his seed inside you. 

“Fuck.”, he exhaled as his forehead rested on your shoulder.

“Don’t die on me, Harrington.”, you joked, smirking when he huskily laughed. 

Neither of you moved while he continued to cling to you as if you’d disappear the moment he let you go. 

“Steve?”

“Hm.”

“I’m cold.”

“Shit! Fuck, honey, I’m…” After carefully pulling out, you watched him scurry to his trunk, digging through it, and slamming it shut before running back around to wrap a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry. Let me grab…grab your clothes…”

You gently smile as your eyes follow him as his confidence vanishes and he fumbles over grass to hunt for both sets of outfits the two of you had discarded so recklessly. He seemed different like this…less uptight…less like a boy playing pretend and more of who you imagined he genuinely was. 

“Here, um, let me…” You allow him to dress you which seems to make him happier as his own smirk grows, his palms occasionally caressing your skin before leaving a kiss. 

When he finishes, you see a glimmer of a question start to form as his lips part before they immediately shut and form into a thin line. 

You don’t know what it is but Steve does and to be honest no matter what your answer is he knows it doesn’t matter because of what happened the last time he asked. 

“So what happens on Monday?”

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To their surprises, not much changed after they were intimate with you beside the fact that you spent a fair amount of time with them, separately of course. 

You watched Eddie play his most recent gig at The Hideout and banged your head while all the other patrons ignored them like usual. You went to his trailer often discussing movies and music you both liked while smoking and relaxing. 

One Saturday, you showed up at an away game and cheered Steve on as he ran up and down the court leading Hawkins High in victory. He took you to the “cute little theater” as you called it to watch the new Indiana Jones movie where you clung to his arm to cover your eyes as some guy’s heart got ripped out of their chest. 

Over the next month, you took the time to get to know them better but both men felt like you were keeping them at a distance when it came to personal things involving you. When you were in their bed your pillow talk was minimal to say the least and the only time they got a glimpse into your life was when you casually dropped things into conversation, breezing past it as if it meant nothing. 

“I love this record. Roberta Flack’s voice is gorgeous.”

“Yeah it is. My mom loved soft music like this.”, Eddie beamed as he leaned back on his palms. “What kind of music did your parents introduce you to?”

“Well, my father liked The Police, the band not the conformist bunch of pigs.”, you clarify making the metalhead laugh as he reached for a pack of cigarettes nearby. “My mom always listened to The Rolling Stones which makes senses seeing as how she never seemed to be satisfied.”

The metalhead paused just before lighting the stick between his teeth at the sad drop in your tone right as you smiled and started to sing, “Telling my whole life…with his words…killing me softly…”

“What are you reading?”, Steve asks, having been staring at you with a little smile from his desk where you commanded he finish his homework for history. 

“Don’t get distracted, Harrington.”

“I’m not. I’m just curious.” You flash him the cover as he reads it out loud. ‘Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.’ Hm, sounds interesting. What’s it about?”

“Uh, it’s about kids who have to learn how to deal with life after their dad abandoned their family.”

Something about the way you say that breaks his heart as his head tilts. 

“Thankfully, you have your dad, right?”

“Yeah…thankfully.” You pause as your eyes shift into the void before glancing towards his sympathy filled irises.  “Hey! Stop getting distracted! Focus, Harrington!”, you giggle, tossing your shoe lightly towards him. 

Neither man had to interact with the other but occasionally their eyes would meet as one of them would nod or turn their head in the opposite direction and you had stopped asking questions about their moment 3 years ago which they each found amusing that you no longer wanted pry. 

You three fell into an odd routine that felt seamless but you were different, they knew that. 

There was only so long monotony could be tolerated in a small town like Hawkins. Something always happened to shake up any routine and with you not being from around there, they imagined it would hit you sooner rather than later. 

After a month and a half of knowing you, it finally did.

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Steve wasn’t immediately concerned when he showed up for class and you weren’t there making a mental note to look for you throughout the day and if he didn’t see you, to call you when he got home. 

It wasn’t until he got to lunch and noticed Eddie’s intense eyes scanning the room that he became concerned. When they found his own, relief painted the metalhead’s face but quickly disappeared when he realized you weren’t with him. 

After murmuring something to the table, he threw on his leather jacket and hastily flew out the side door, smoke leaving his mouth at his sigh in the cold air when he heard shoes crunching against the leaves that had begun to fall from behind him. 

“Fuck off, Harrington.”

“You don’t know where she is either, do you?”, he inquired, buttoning his letterman while he powerwalked to keep up with the other man’s long stride. “Should we be worried?”

“We? No, Steven, WE aren’t anything.”

“Hey!”, Steve scolds, grabbing and pulling at Eddie’s arm to make him stop. “Look, I know we aren’t fucking friends and you fucking hate me but I care about her to, ok? Let’s just find her, make sure she’s alright, and then we can go back to ignoring each other.”

“Yeah, whatever.”, the other boy grumbles, silently allow him to follow to the table to find it empty. “Shit.”

“I mean…it’s just one day right? We can call her and—”

“Do you know where she lives?”, Eddie asked a bit abruptly causing the jock to blink in surprise. 

“Um, yeah. I, um, passed by her house once—”

“You followed her home.”, he declared as he began to march back towards his van. 

“Um…”

“You think I didn’t notice you follow me home at the start of sophomore year? I live out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who drive their houses. A BMW stands out.”

Steve blushes in embarrassment, completely ignoring the fact that he was currently climbing into the passenger seat of Eddie Munson’s van. 

“Don’t worry. The windows are tinted so Tommy and Carol won’t see you with the freak.”

Ignoring his comment, the man folds his arms as the long-haired boy begins to drive with Steve giving him directions. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? About me following you?”

“When would I have done that? When you were ignoring me with your asshole friends or when I was consoling MY friend after Hagan punched him in the stomach with you laughing right next him?”, Eddie spat, shaking his head. “It didn’t fucking matter. What I didn’t understand was why you even bothered.”

“I…I wanted to…whatever. You’re right it doesn’t matter.”

The metalhead’s eyes leave the road to glance towards the pretty boy who exhaled as he glared out the window. 

***

“Hey, may I help you?”, your father asked sweetly as he opened the door to their knock dressed in a manner that reminded Eddie of his uncle. 

“We, uh, we were wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Um, she is but she’s not really…she’s been in her room all day and…she doesn’t really seem to want any company.”

“We’re her friends, sir. I’m Steve Harrington and this is Eddie Munson—”

“Munson? Wayne’s nephew?” His entire demeanor brightens when the boy nods. “I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, come in.”, he ushers with his hand. “I’m actually about to see him. I’m…pulling some overtime tonight so… I’m sorry, son, but I don’t think I’ve meet your parents.”, he sighs after shaking his hand and turning to do the same with Steve.

“Oh no worries, sir. My father isn’t the friendly type. My mom comes and goes. They work for the Harrington Company that owns a few of the business within Indiana.”

“What are you two doing here?”

All three men turn towards the hallway at the sound of your voice and the smell hits Eddie immediately as the odor of cigarettes and weed linger on your shirt that seemed two sizes too big even on your chunky frame. 

If your father noticed, he didn’t make any indication as he beamed widely.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling? Your friends are here to see you.”

“They aren’t my friends.”, you hiss with a monotone that has them tilting their heads. 

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?”

“I’m tired, dad.”, you growl as he presses his fingers into his eyes. 

“Look, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to work. There’s food in the fridge and I should be home around 6am.”

“Fine. Take them with you.”

“No.”, he scolds as he pushes his hat onto his head. “You want to be rude to your guests that’s fine but I won’t. Have a good night.”

With that, he flashes them a grim smile before stomping out his front door. 

Silence fills the living room, your annoyance at their presence filling the tension to an almost suffocating degree. 

Eddie knows this game…He’s played it with his uncle a few times especially after he first moved in. 

Whoever speaks first loses. 

You hadn’t moved from your spot since you came into the room but when the metalhead took a step forward, Steve noticed your body flinch. It was subtle as if you don’t want to let on that it had happened. You didn’t appear frightened but more so prepared like someone who was at the starting point of a marathon. 

Your eyes followed him as he fully entered your living room that was currently being illuminated by the hanging light in the kitchen both men passed. Your house wasn’t big so it was perfect to show off the modest set up of the bulky television in front of an even bulkier couch. 

Pictures lined the wall that had Eddie smirking assuming the girl within was a smaller version of you. Steve detoured towards your kitchen noticing that the cupboards were relatively empty except for a few things here and there. Within the fridge was the food your father had mentioned along with a few cans of Coke, bottles of water, and a couple of packs of beer. 

Rolling your eyes, you turn to head back down the hallway and they exchange a glance before following. 

Throwing yourself on the bed, you collect the pipe near the edge and light the bowl, taking a deep inhale and blow smoke in their direction. 

“I’m surprised you two are here together with how much you hate each other.”

“Yeah well, you’re ours and we were worried since you didn’t show up for school.”

A snarky laugh leaves your lips as you theatrically throw your head back. 

“Oh wow. I was gone for one day and you both came-a-runnin’ with the person you hate. That’s so fucking funny.” 

“It really is. It’s so fucking funny especially since  apparently we aren’t friends.”, Eddie replies casually, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside. 

“Don’t take that off, you won’t be here long.”

“Jesus.”, Steve sighs as he chuckles and leans back against your dresser. “So much venom in her words today.”

“Fuck off, Steven. Jesus.”, you mime, rolling your eyes. “You small town boys fuck one city girl and you think she belongs to you.”

“Are you a city girl, Y/N? We wouldn’t know. You don’t talk about yourself.”

“Like you fucking care.”, you spit. “You’re going to leave anyway.”

At your mumbled words, Eddie stalks towards you and yanks the pipe from your hand. You don’t argue, allowing your palms to fall into your lap. 

“Why do you think that? What happened, Y/N? Did he say something to make you think we would?”

“Oh, fuck you, Munson. How do I know you didn’t?!”

“Because you’ve done it before!! Let’s not pretend you’re the good guy here! You’re a popular douchebag who bullies my friends and fucks anything with legs!”

Steve pushes off your dresser and stalks his way, placing himself chest to chest with the other boy. 

“Don’t act like you fucking know me, Eddie. You have no idea what I’ve been through these past three years. You think…” The jock cuts himself short as he shifts his gaze your way and realized your sad eyes were watching everything unfold. He recognized something within them, pain. The unraveling of a relationship that seemed so perfect but ultimately failed. “You heard from your mom didn’t you?”, he whispers.

The long-haired boy hears you sniffle as you wipe your eyes and defiantly raise your chin. 

“No. I never hear from her…My dad and I weren’t worth her time…That’s why she ran off with some twenty something preppy fucker without so much as a fucking goodbye. That’s why my dad became so depressed he lost his job because he couldn’t get out of bed. That’s why I’m stuck here in this stupid fucking town with stupid fucking men who can’t admit that they fucking care about each other.”

You rose to your feet and grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from your desk, smacking it into Eddie’s chest. 

“That’s why she sends letters to only my father saying she doesn’t have enough money to send him for me but she can go to the fucking Bahamas with her boyfriend.” Shaking your head, you climb back onto the mattress and cross your legs. “Relationships are stupid. That’s why it’s just best to be alone. You two know that better than anyone.”

Steve’s eyes flutter closed as he places his hands on his hips. 

“I wrote you a letter.” No one in the room moves or breathes… “You, Edward Munson, I wrote you a letter. That Monday morning, I slipped it into your locker and waited for you to show up. When you didn’t I went looking for you and found you with your friends…fucking laughing…I assumed at me…like ‘Can you believe Steve Harrington actually sucked me off and thought it meant anything.’”

When the jock found the courage to open them again they met the other boy’s wide confused eyes. 

“Steve, I didn’t get a letter.”

“Don’t fucking—”

“I’m not lying.”, Eddie cut him off aggressively as if the implication hurt him. “I rarely went to my locker but when I did for lunch to grab my D&D campaign my locker was empty. Fucking Principal said we had to clean them out before…shit…”, he sighed, rubbing his palms over his face at a sudden realization. “It was that mandatory six week clean out especially for certain kids like me who kept bullshit in the locker. Higgins always insisted the school had to look “presentable” and hated that papers would stick out at the bottom.”

“Fuck me. It didn’t even occur to me…I never used my locker so I was never on that list…”

Your irises bounced between them as they avoid each other’s.

“What did it say? The letter?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“No, it does. I hadn’t heard from you all day so on Tuesday I went looking for you and I heard you making fun of me with Tommy outside on the patio. I thought that’s why… that you decided to stick with your image…”

“No, Eddie, God, no. I…fuck…I was so upset with you and hurt. I had no one to talk to…”

“So, talk to me. Tell me what it said.”

Steve let out a breath as he shook his head, glancing your way to see that you were paying attention appearing almost…hopeful. 

“It was so long ago. I think it was something like…’Eddie, thank you for being there for me when I needed someone. Most of my life I’ve felt like I don’t really belong anywhere and I’m never enough but you showed me that isn’t true. I don’t have to be a ‘king’ or popular. I don’t have to be some asshole like my dad. I can just be Steve. 

A freak.’”

Both men laugh before his eyes fully lock with the metalhead across from him and he moves his body till his nose is inches from his own. 

“I don’t care what anyone thinks and I want to see where this relationship can take us. Hopefully far away from Hawkins where we can be happy. If you feel the same meet me in the bathroom by the gym during lunch so we can talk and I can kiss your lips. 

Steve.”

Eddie’s palms cupped his cheeks as he surged towards him crashing his mouth to his own. One of the jock’s hands clung to his face just below his ear while his other arm wrapped around his waist. 

For three years, they both thought of this moment. They craved it desperately under the anger and pain leaving the other to dream about their encounter at night. 

To Steve, Eddie still tasted the same but his kisses were bolder, driven now by experience. 

To Eddie, Steve’s tongue was better than he remembered and he lightly moaned at the feeling of being pressed against him as their cocks grazed through their jeans. 

When they finally pulled away, they didn’t go far as the pretty boy chased the metalhead’s lips before choosing to rest his forehead on Eddie’s as they tried to catch their breath. 

“I missed you…so much…That’s why I drove to the trailer park, baby. I just wanted…to see you.”

The long-haired boy exhales as he absorbs his words, words he had always desperately wanted to hear and thought he never would. 

The sound of squeaking fills their ears and the turn in time to see you curling up into a ball on your side facing your wall on the bed. 

You were so happy for them but your internal dialogue was whispering about how they wouldn’t have to be alone. They could ignore you now and focus on each other. You waited for the inevitable sounds of them walking out of your room hand in hand as you cried yourself to sleep. 

Your frame didn’t stir when you felt your comforter being pulled up over your hip and the sound of your bedroom lights being turned off. Something sounding like plastic hitting plastic had you trying to identify the noise until a soft voice followed by acoustic playing made you realize it was cassettes being moved around. 

You heard more movement, like a jacket being removed and shoes hitting the floor before your mattress dipped on both sides and you were suddenly encased in warmth. 

Eddie’s soft eyes met yours as his arm slid under your pillow below your head and he slung the other across your waist above Steve’s whose palm rested on your upper belly pulling you back towards his chest while his steady breath warmed your shoulder.

You blinked away the tears and placed your own arm on the metalhead’s hip, pushing against his lower back to urge him closer to you which he acknowledged by scooting towards you till the tip of his nose grazed yours. 

Your hand caressed the skin under his shirt as your fingers intertwined with the ones on your stomach as your eyes began to close and sleep took over. 

***

Eddie’s eyes groggily opened as the rumble of low thunder subtly shook the wall of your room. 

Now that everything was calm, he was able to take in his surroundings all be it through the minimal light illuminating from Christmas tree lights you had hung along the ceiling. 

You had so many posters of different bands and movies including one of his many Corroded Coffin banners hovering just above your desk in the corner. Along your dresser were hair products and some jewelry with a few books from school. 

Clothes lined the floor including theirs near your window next to the stereo that continued to softly play. Your sheets of course smelled like you and he couldn’t help but inhale your pillow before stretching a bit to notice a few polaroids hanging against the wall above his head. 

Pressing up onto his elbow, he took in each photo with a little smirk. One had to be one of your friends from where you moved from. You had a hug grin stretched across your face as she hugged you from behind with an equally large smile. The one beside it was your dad holding your palms when you were a child as you stood on his toes with your tiny feet. 

The next few were ones he didn’t anticipate. 

In the middle was a photo, you had taken while lying in Eddie’s bedroom at home while you both were smoking. He had been lazily strumming the guitar when you blinded him with the flash laughing so hard afterward at his reaction.

The next was you and Steve after one of his games he assumed since the boy was covered in sweat wearing his jersey. You were sitting on his lap with the camera high in the air as you barred your teeth in a growl and he stuck out his tongue behind you. 

The last photo was another image he assumed was you as a baby with a woman holding you in her arms. She was looking down at you with a wide smile that pierced the metalhead’s heart. 

“That was the last time I feel like she was happy.”, you whisper and Eddie shuffles back down to lay in front of you. “My parents fought a lot. It’s my first memory of them together…but it wasn’t always like that…some days there was a stillness…I miss that…”

The thunder that had gradually gotten louder boomed overhead causing Steve to sigh in his sleep as he instinctively pulled you tighter to him. 

“I’m sorry I was so mean. I’m not perfect, I know that and relationships scare the hell out of me but—” Eddie’s calloused palm covered your mouth to silence you, letting it linger before moving it to caress your cheek. 

Just as the rain began to tap against your window, he craned his head to give you a gentle kiss that lingered as he pulled away. 

“The first time Steve and I were together, he told me about how much he enjoyed sucking your cock; the way you tasted, your whimpers, the way you grabbed him. Maybe you should return the favor.”

Eddie blinked as his eyes flicked behind you and hovered, telling you silently that the other boy was awake and listening especially when his lips tenderly began kissing the skin along your shoulder. 

As his massive palm slid under your shirt to grab your breast, your lips connected with his while you listened to what sounded like the metalhead removing his. Rolling to face Steve, he helped pull your garment over your head before locking his mouth around your nipple eliciting a low mewl to fall while your gaze shifted to observe Eddie unbuckling the jock’s belt and pulling down his jeans with his boxers. Keeping his hand on your back, Steve moaned when he felt the other boy spit on his tip and stroke it along his hard shaft. 

The long-haired man allowed his tongue to flick along his slit and the pretty boy’s eyes rolled at the feeling as he turned his head to do the same with your nipple. Your fingers tangled in his hair as the vibration of his groans rippled through you and your hips rolled seeking friction. 

“Fuck, baby, that it.”, Steve strained as his palm settled on the back of Eddie’s head as he began to fully take him. 

“How does it feel?”, you whisper, his jaw going slack as his tip hit the back of his throat. 

“S-So fucking good. Shit. C-Come here, honey.”, he commanded, guiding you to straddle his face and his fingers move your panties aside to allow the organ between his teeth entry. 

“Steve.”, you whined, his tongue maneuvering like a mad man as it stroked up and down through you folds. 

“Aw fuck!”

At his exclamation, you turned to see Eddie still bobbing his head but you vaguely noticed his arm moving making you grin. 

“I told you his fingers feel good, Stevie. S-Stretch you out so good.”

The man underneath you lost his mind as his hands clung to your hips to a bruising degree and he pushed his face further into you making your eyes close as you grabbed hold of his hair. Grinding your waist, you covered your mouth as he sucked and slurped at your clit, smothering your scream as the ball in your belly dropped. 

Lazily lifting your leg, you collapsed on your side next to him as he continued to make little whimpers at the pleasurable feeling.

Eddie came off him with a sweet pop but continued to stroke him as he tilted towards you to kiss your lips. 

“I’m not ready.”, he murmurs giving you two pause. “I can’t…I’ve never…I’m not ready.”

The metalhead knew what he meant; Steve had his cock in a few ladies throughout his time as the King of Hawkins High but he had never experienced someone inside him nor had he tried it with another man before either. 

“I’m sorry…”

“No, hey, no reason to be sorry.”, Eddie coos as he caresses his cheek hoping to calm his worry. “Do you want me to stop? We can focus on our beautiful girl.”, he praises, beaming your way. 

“I don’t want you stop. Not yet.”

Steve watches with glassy eyes as you lean over to whisper something in the other boy’s ear eliciting a nod before positioning himself on top of him. 

“If you decide you do just tell me ok, sweetheart?”

The boy nods and Eddie grins as he pushes down his pants with his boxers that you help push to the floor. The jocks mouth waters as he takes in the metalhead’s physique, his dick twitching at every tattoo and defined muscle his honey irises passed over. 

His gorgeous, ring laced hand reached for Steve’s cock, holding it against his own loosely as he tested the waters by rolling his hips.

“Jesus.” The friction was more than delicious and he desperately needed him to do it again. “More.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

The pretty boy licked his lips as he nodded and lifted his arm to wrap around you so he could pull you to his side and kiss your lips. Hearing Eddie’s soft grunts of pleasure, you pushed up onto your elbow to give him a passionate kiss that had him pressing his waist harder against Steve’s. 

“Shit.”, the metalhead breathed, releasing his grip to kiss up the other boy’s chest before his head fell beside his. “I got you, Steve.”

Both men panted heavily as Eddie found a steady pace, your nails running gently down his back giving him more motivation while Steve’s fingers petted and occasionally pulled your hair. 

“F-Faster, Eddie, baby, please.”

The long-haired boy pushed up onto his palms to honor the request and the jock took the opportunity to move some of it behind his ear while cupping his face. Steve spent years thinking about this moment. Eddie on top of him with his face scrunched in pleasure, his beautiful lips open as a grunt filled breath escaped him. 

What he didn’t realize was Eddie had dreamt of this to but more so with Steve riding him as his head fell back and he moaned with every bounce. 

Since they met you, you effortlessly slid into the equation like the final puzzle piece of the perfect landscape. Every time your palms or mouth caressed their skin, they felt almost feral and were struggling to keep it together. 

“I’m gonna…”

Eddie nodded as his lips reconnected to his and he reached back down to pump their dicks with his hand. Steve whimpered as he pushed your face into his neck, clinging to you like a child does a teddy bear as his body trembled and his seed shot out, hitting his stomach. At the sight, the other boy followed mewling loudly as his rhythm faltered and his release painted the man’s stomach beneath him. 

“Goddamn it. Fuck, Steve… you did so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”, he murmured gently, eyes glancing around till he found a rag to clean the mess they had made. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yeah…need—need a minute, please.”

Eddie smiled as he placed his lips on the man’s forehead and you watched as his eyes closed at the tender action. 

“I like hearing you use manners like that.”, he teased causing Steve to lightly chuckle. Chocolate irises flicked to you as his palm reached out to smooth your hair. “How are you feeling?”

You lopsidedly grin as you scoot out of Steve hold and roll on your tummy, pushing up on your knees with your ass in the air. A wicked grin spread on his features as he maneuvered off the other man to position himself behind you and playfully spanking your behind. 

“You can take a minute if you need to.”

“Thank you for the approval, babe.”, he sasses even as he hisses while lining himself up with your entrance. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before.”

“Maybe we should do it at the same time…”, Steve suggested making you and Eddie giggle as the metalhead leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. 

“Have you done that before? Do you feel comfortable?”

“It’s been a few months but yeah I’m comfortable. I have some lube in the…” When you gesture towards your drawer, the jock rolls over to dig through it, promptly finding what he needs while the other boy flops to his side, bringing you with him. 

After taking the bottle, you can’t help but laugh again when you hear the obnoxious squirt causing Steve to erupt in his own fit of giggles as he turns to face you. Gentle amber irises scan your features, his palm reaching out to touch your skin when your eyes flutter at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers between your cheeks.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight. I’ll go slow ok? I’m going to have to anyway or else I may fucking bust before we get going.”

As he places a steading hand on your hip, you tilt towards Steve to kiss his lips, your moans turning into subtle whimpers as you curse under your breath. 

“Everything’s ok, honey. You’re doing so good.”

Glancing behind you, you listen to Eddie’s soft mumbles of restraint as he keeps slowly thrusting his cock into you. His arm hooks under your knee, lifting your leg into the air and Steve utilizes the opportunity, licking the pads of his fingers to bring them to your clit. 

“Oh Goooood…”

“I know, baby, I know.”, he coos waiting for the metalhead to give him a signal that he’s ready which he does when their eyes meet. “Ok, are you ready for me?”

“I’ve never had two people at once.”

“Do you want to stop?”, he whispers.

“No. J-Just go slow.” 

This was completely new for them, seeing you so vulnerable. When it came to fight or flight, the latter wasn’t an option. Even when you were enjoying yourself out in the world, you had this strength that they admired. 

Since you had curled up into your bed, your vulnerability leaked through and they wanted to show you that they were there and that they cared. 

You were safe with them. 

“Of course. We got you, Y/N. We’re here for you, pretty girl.”

You nodded as Steve lined himself up with your entrance and gradually pressed into your cunt. 

A heavy breath fanned your face as he whined at the overwhelming feeling of you clinging to his overly stimulated cock. 

“Goddamn.”

Eddie had continued doing little pumps behind you, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him but as the other began to fill you, your body tensed slightly gripping him like a vice.

“F-Fuck…baby…it’s ok. T-Try—oh my God—try to relax your body.”

“Feel…feel so full…”

“I know, sweet girl. Trust me, I can feel him… we’re so fucking deep…”

While the metalhead spoke, Steve tried his best to use the distraction to his advantage pushing steadily into you till his hips connect to yours. You were sandwiched perfectly between them with Eddie’s breath warming the nape of your neck and Steve’s chest hair slightly tickling your chest. 

A few seconds pass before they both pull back and thrust into you at the same time.

“OHMAGO—!”

The metalhead’s palm firmly covers your shout and muffles the pleasure filled groan that follows. 

“Are you ok?”, he asks a bit rushed, sighing in small relief when you confirm. “You have to be quiet or else your neighbors will tell your dad.”

“I-I don’t care. Fuck…do that again…”

Placing his hand over your mouth once more, they repeat their movements and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you loudly whimper.

Both boys find a steady rhythm, sweat and humid breaths sticking to you as you do anything you can to pull them closer. 

“Harder, Steve, PLEASE!”

As you press your face into the pillow beneath you, you hear smacking above you but you don’t need to look to know that they were kissing. 

“Give her what she needs, Stevie. Fuck her harder. O-Our girl deserves to feel good.”

“Will—fuck—will you cum with me?”

“You wanna fill her up at the same time?”

Steve nods emphatically but it’s interrupted when your pussy clenches tighter around him at their filthy words. A ringed hand moves your hair away from your face and you feel their eyes on you as Eddie murmurs praises. 

“Atta girl. Come on now. Let go for us and cum. You can do it, baby.” You scream into the pillow as you tumble over the ledge and their pace slows to give you a moment to breathe. “That’s our good girl. Shit, sweetheart, you always look so beautiful when you cum.”

One of your arms lifts to circle around Eddie’s neck behind you as you sloppily kiss him while Steve places open mouth kisses along your neck and chest. Their hips smack loudly into yours as they chase their highs before grunting against your skin as they thrust their releases inside you. 

Both men whisper soft apologies when you wince as they carefully pull out. 

“I know, Y/N. It’s alright.”, the metalhead soothes as he climbs out of your bed and you whine as he grasped your hands to bring you with him. “You have to take a shower.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because you smell.”, Steve teases as he rounds the corner into your bathroom after you both, flashing you that signature Harrington smirk. 

“Noooo…”, Eddie clarifies, his voice echoing as he sticks his head into your shower and turns it on. “It’s because you had a very long day yesterday and now you just put your body through a lot of exertion. You need a warm shower to just…decompress.”

“A lot of exertion, huh?”

“Mhmm.”, he grins as he circles his arms around your waist and lifts you into the tub. Eddie enters right behind but realizes in that moment that the jock is lingering by the sink. “You to, Steven, get in here.”

“Oh, um, are you su—ok.” 

When he climbs in you feel squished between them once more but in a soft almost protective way. You feel Steve behind you reaching for something but you don’t know what it is until the cool shampoo touches your head and he firmly massages it in with his fingers. Glancing down, you watch as Eddie takes your bar of soap and runs it along your body, his palms trying to be as gentle as possible especially between your legs. 

When they finish cleaning you, you startle the metalhead slightly by switching places allowing him to be in the middle. Steve doesn’t say a word as he tilts his head back and allows the water to fall along his hair as he sighs. 

Taking your soap again, he runs it along the jocks stomach cleaning any remnants of his skin. 

Steve’s hand fell on the side of Eddie’s neck, his thumb caressing his jawline silently begging for him to his eyeline which he grants.

Their lips softly connect, the most tender kiss they’ve exchanged tonight. 

His grip glides slightly upward just under his ear, holding him close as Steve’s eyebrows dip before releasing his hold but is replaced with yours as you hug Eddie from behind and rest your head on his back. 

“So what happens on Monday, Munson?”

“That’s up to you, Harrington. Do you want to hang out with a freak like me?”

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Do you lay in your bed and think " would it really matter if you're gone?" Have you actually done anything substantial in your life? Would those in your life be ok move on to better days?

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Today is just not my day #ugh #whyisitsohard

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself💝🌟

Love ya @justmeinadaze

Tagging some great people! @munson-blurbs @trashmouth-richie @bettyfrommars @the-unforgivenn @alba8688 @allsortsedits @stalactitekilla @corroded-hellfire

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Rockstar!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

wc: 10k

+18 enemies to lovers, rockstar!steve, reader is a bit mean, a bit of fluff, a sprinkle of angst, drinking, smut, p in v (protected), oral (f receiving), fingering, lots of sexual tension, elevator kissing ftw, kinda hate fucking

summary: You started a 'hate' blog out of your irritation towards a certain rockstar, criticizing everything he got out, giving your personal opinion on how it could be better, not thinking that would land you a spot in his actual PR team. He hated you were always right, you hated he was cocky... or, that's what you both thought.

A/N: Joe Keery doing a tour altered my brain chemistry, so here you guys go. Thank you @andvys for proofreading this and telling me if it made sense LMAO I barely proofread this myself, so yeah. I also wrote this all in a single night, so don't mind it if it's... too stupid.

please reblog, don't be lazy.

YOUR BIGGEST FAN HATER

“It’s fucking horse shit, Steve.”

You let go of the talking button from the mixer, and you heard Steve groan from inside the recording booth. Eddie was holding back a laugh from the couch as Joyce snickered on your side. You saw how Steve raised his arms in defeat, staring at you with eyes that were filled with anger.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” You leaned over to press the button again, speaking into the mic.

“I know this isn’t what you want to play, and I know this isn’t what your fans want. Stop trying to be mainstream.” You let go of the button again and inhaled deeply, when you saw him angrily putting the guitar away on its stand, and Joyce sighed heavily as Steve opened the door of the booth, walking towards you.

“We’ve been working on this song for a month already, I tried every fucking version of it, and you are still not happy.” 

“I’m in your PR team. I know what will look and sound best for you.” Your reply was cold, and it made Eddie whistle from the couch.

“Let’s not get into an argument today–” But he got cut off by Steve, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Too fucking late, stay out of it Munson.” Eddie sighed, and you crossed your arms over your chest, facing your client. “What if you are cutting my wings off, huh!? Maybe this is the music I want to make, and you are not letting me.”

“Oh no, you are completely free to do whatever you want. But I studied you, Steve, and punk is not your style, nor what you really want to do. Redo it.” Your voice was sharp as you stared into those hazel orbs of his. Joyce stood behind you, and you were either the best decision ever or the worst.

Because you were Steve’s number one critic. Number one hater.

It started as a joke months ago. You were bored, sitting in your bed while watching TikToks, where you slowly but surely started getting angrier and angrier because every two videos you scrolled, Steve Harrington’s song was used. Over. And over. And over. And it wouldn’t fucking stop.

So you decided to Google the bastard. He filled your TikTok, Instagram, car radio, and weekly top song playlists. His song stayed for weeks and weeks, and you were sick of him. When you looked at his photoshoots, you saw the attraction—you really did… until you saw red carpet looks… listened to his album, and—he was fucking overrated. 

His songs had different vibes, some lyrics didn’t make sense or didn’t match the tunes, then in the red carpet he was dressed horribly sometimes, and then at concerts he didn’t know how to properly interact with fans, and also how to fucking dress. Who the hell wears a basketball getup singing a ballad?

He almost looked like he didn’t have a PR team at all to advise him.

But you were pissed. It was going to be a small joke. A small blog post giving a detailed critique of his outfit on the red carpet. You were anonymous, so you weren’t worried about that part, but you were surprised when people started agreeing with you, as well as those crazed fans you hated who tried defending his every move. He could have made a lady trip on purpose, and the fans would defend him and say he has a condition that makes his body spasm and do things against his will.

For some reason, seeing people agreeing with you filled you with relief. You got the anger out. Only for it to come back the next day when your little cousin would not stop playing the damn fucking song at a family gathering. You watched an interview of his that night, the latest one he had. You were surprised he was quite charming, but there was still a tone in his voice that made your insides fire up with rage.

And then it was post after post after post. You had a following; some agreed completely with you, some found your content funny, and some followed you only to try to tear you down every time you posted. You didn’t care. You were right in what you were saying, in every little detail you pointed out. You did, though, delete all harsh insults against him. You disliked Steve Harrington but not to the point of being evil and a piece of shit about it.

He had his good points too, which you couldn’t deny. He was pretty, very much so. He had a good voice. He had good hair. He was very nice to people in interviews, and whenever he met fans outside. Still, the dislike won over those points each time he did something unnerving or his only two hit songs played over the most random shit. Like your elevator in your apartment.

You were venting out your anger towards this guy with no other thought than to relieve yourself from how annoying everything felt, only for that venting to be read by someone. The star himself.

Now Steve first laughed it off. He was a bit taken aback by people agreeing on some of the stuff you said, but he rolled his eyes each time, saying you didn’t know what you were talking about. He showed the blog to Eddie, and unbeknownst to Steve, Eddie showed it to Joyce, his manager. Without Steve’s knowledge, Joyce started taking some of your suggestions at hand, be it for his clothes, his getup, his topics of conversation in interviews or podcasts, and you nailed it each time.

His views went up. His following went up. His hashtags trended each time, unlike before. You were good, really good. And Joyce didn’t want you to go unpaid for it.

Two months have passed since Joyce contacted you. At first you thought it was fake, a bullshit account or them trying to dox you, only to find a legitimate contract, and you were in desperate need for cash. This paid well. Very well. The plus? You got to tour around the country and see many states, all paid for.

Steve had tried to fire you on the spot when he met you, but Joyce forbade it. You were under her agency’s contract, not Steve’s. He could complain, but unless you did a bad job, there was no need to fire you. And you hadn’t done a bad job. It was excellent each time. Thanks to you, Steve had risen in popularity as one of the hottest men of the day. You had advised him to be more carefree in interviews and give people a chance to make memes out of him, out of his faces, and out of his gestures.

He didn’t understand it at first until he started seeing a cropped part of an interview of his being used as a reaction. The comments were from ‘Who is this?’ ‘Oh, he is cute!’ ‘Damn he fine.’ He didn’t want to admit it. He wasn’t going to admit you were right. 

But now with his music, he didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of being right. Not with the one thing he wanted to do since forever, even when he was still following Daddy’s command. You didn’t know anything about him, so what could you know about his music? 

“You are fucking insufferable, I have promised my fans I would give them a sneak peek of my new song weeks ago, and I have till tomorrow!” His next concert was in Philadelphia. He suggested premiering a song he had been working on for a while, and you were skeptical. You started asking him for demos, and each time, you were never happy. 

“Then you won’t sing it!” Your voice was sharp as you delivered the order. Your body was tense, sweat pooling at the tips of your fingers, the more you stared at the man before you. There was fire in the room, that is something you could feel on your skin right now. 

“I will sing it! I promised that–”

“You are not even sure of your own song, so why sing it? People will not like it if you do not like it.” Steve’s jaw fell at your words, the anger rising up in him more and more. He couldn’t fucking stand you. He couldn’t fucking stand you were good at your work. He couldn’t fucking stand that you couldn’t stand him either.

“And what do you know what is in my mind?” He spat back, and Joyce finally got in between, separating the two of you. You hadn’t noticed just how close you stepped towards him. How his breath fanned over your face. Only when the warmth of it was gone from your nose did you realize the closeness. 

“Okay, let’s settle. Steve, I think she is right. You are not even sure of this song…” Joyce tried to explain calmly, unlike you did to him. You could see Steve’s vein popping on the side of his neck as he clenched his jaw. Eddie cleared his throat as he got up from the couch, putting a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Let’s go cool off, big boy.” Eddie winked your way, always telling you he would somehow make the waters grow calm again. You wondered if that was going to be the case this time. Steve’s eyes never left your face, and yours never left his. 

Finally, he turned around without saying anything else and left the room. Eddie turned to look at Joyce with a wince, only for her to wave at him as thanks. Once the door closed, she turned to you, crossing her arms over her chest. You frowned, confused, shrugging your shoulders in question.

“What?”

“A little more tact, next time?” You rolled your eyes at her request, shaking your head.

“Tact? Tact is what led him to make all the mistakes he did before. No one was telling him what was right and what looked awful.” Joyce sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance. 

“You two…” 

“Us two, what?” And it seemed as if Joyce bit her tongue. She shook her head to dismiss what she was about to say.

“Let’s hope tomorrow he doesn’t… do something reckless.”

You doubted it.

It sucked.

People didn’t like it.

Just like you said.

Just like you had fucking said. 

He had tried the version of the song he liked best, and people clapped at the end of it, but it wasn’t massive cheering. He went against your order of not singing the song, but he had convinced himself he liked it, and honestly, he couldn’t even blame it entirely on the people. He hated every single version he made of this song.

The lyrics looked good, but the tune of it was what sucked. It didn’t fit. The lyrics didn’t fit any of those beats or genres he played around with. He really wanted this song, but he hated every version he wrote. What was his own version? He thought he had himself figured out, but now? Now it was all a blur.

It was 2 am, and he went down to the hotel bar for a drink because he needed a distraction from looking at his phone and read what people had to say. He sat down at a booth, drinking his negroni, and pulled out his notebook for his songs. He flipped through the pages and found the lyrics of this particular song, and he frowned as he remembered the lack of enthusiasm from the crowd. 

He put on his reading glasses and he was scanning it, over and over again, so focused he missed the part where you had sat down in front of him with a beer in hand.

“Told you.”

His head snapped up to look at you. There was no smirk, no smug grin, no ego being shown. You were being professional, but he still hated it. He hated you for being right. For having been the reason his career had been going up instead of plummeting to the ground. 

“No need for those remarks right now.”

You studied his face. It was one of those you particularly enjoyed. When he looked concentrated, and that little piece of hair fell on the side of his face, over those glasses, that's when you thought he looked best. Your breathing hitched at the intrusive thought, one of the many you had about the man in front of you, and even more since you started working with him. 

“You know, we could try to figure it out together.”

He was surprised at your response, making him look up from his notebook with a skeptical look. He studied your face, waiting to see a flinch that would give away you were joking, or a little tug at the corner of your lips trying to cover up your laughter, but he found none.

“Are you serious?” You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer before looking down at his hand that was holding a pen.

“When I tell you I didn’t find it nice, it didn’t mean I didn’t have ideas.” You confessed to him, and he tilted his head your way, still squinting with skepticism.

“Why didn’t you?”

“It wasn’t my place. Like you said, you know yourself better than anyone else, so I wasn’t going to let my ideas maybe… influence you.” You looked down, a little bit embarrassed because it was the first time you and Steve had a civil talk for once. You were also a little angry for wanting to talk to him like this, but he never gave you such a chance… or maybe you hadn’t.

He blinked a few times in surprise, looking down at his notes for a second. He gulped once, and he cleared his throat.

“You think your ideas are so good that they would influence me? Wow, a bit of an ego there.” You couldn’t help but chuckle because it was just a matter of minutes before he made it a fight, but you were surprised when he laughed along. He didn’t mean what he just said. He hesitated for a few seconds before sliding the notebook your way.

“Collaborative.” You said, and he rolled his eyes, handing the pen to you. You took it, your fingers grazing his for a second, sending chills all over your body. Chills, you were going to pretend did not happen at all. 

“C’mon, let me see what your ideas are.” He took a sip of his drink as he watched you study the lyrics. Instead of scribbling on top of his original ones, you were respectful and wrote it all over on a new page. He, of course, noticed it, and it made him move in his seat in which he thought was because he was uncomfortable, but in all honesty, he felt… delighted.

“I think that if you change some adjectives here, or even elongate some phrases, you can make this song like… Slow, but with a slight upturn in the bridge.” You explained as you scribbled a few more seconds before giving the notebook back to him.

He studied it with a frown and–

“God, can you stop being right for two seconds?” Your eyes widened at his outburst, but before you could mention anything of it, he called for a waiter and ordered another negroni and a beer for you. You hadn’t noticed you had drank the entire bottle while writing down notes. 

“I didn’t even say I wanted another beer!” You complained, and he glared at you, but there was a hint of something else behind it. Respect, and also, the need for you to stay.

“Well, we’re gonna work on this, so you have to be fueled up.”

And for some reason, that made you happy. It made you feel useful in another kind of way. Instead of clashing all the time, the two of you spent an hour working on that notebook while drinking and letting the alcohol relax you both. You did not fight. You did not clash against each other. You were hearing one another out and that’s– Fuck, that’s all you’ve ever wanted.

When you first met Steve, you tried to introduce yourself nicely; he was a client after all. He obviously had his ego busted thanks to you, so he didn’t want you near him at all. At first, you didn’t care, but then, when you saw him interact with his best friends, or with Joyce, even with random girls, you couldn’t help but feel jealous that you were never going to have that kind of Steve for you. You were never going to have one of his smiles directed your way, or you would never hear his laughter thanks to you.

And that’s because you liked it. You liked that side of him, and you have always loved what you shouldn’t have.

An hour passed, the three beers now kicking in, but just making you tipsy, bold, and to Steve’s surprise, giggly. You laughed at certain things he pointed out, and just like you, he hated that you never smiled for him. He hated that all he got from you were snarky remarks or orders. It intrigued him, which only added to the fuel of despising you. Why would he want a mean girl like you? Why would he want someone who criticized him out of fun? That’s fucked up. He clearly had something wrong going on in his head.

But he couldn’t deny how pretty you looked. There were times he remained silent while you said something because, even when angry because of something he said, you looked pretty. You looked pretty while frowning, glaring at him. Eddie had joked around with him, telling him you two needed to fuck it out and get it over with. Steve didn’t know what Eddie was on about because, why the hell would he want to fuck you?

And now, with four drinks in, he can answer that fucking question with no shame.

It was always a tug-of-war game, see who caved in first. There were times, little ones, when he would be having a hard time with a fan interaction, and you would step up to cover for him. You were in charge of making sure no interviewers asked out of line questions to him. 

And on your side, you noticed how Steve would order either coffee or ask Joyce if she could give you a day off. There were times when you didn’t sleep because it was an event, an interview, and a concert, back to back to back, so the content was fresh. You had to do your investigation and see what the people were talking about, and not miss a single hour. Joyce told you that Steve demanded you back off for a while.

You were mad at first, only to realize after sleeping for twelve hours straight just how badly you needed to rest. You tried thanking him after that, but it ended with you two staring at each other before he got called into the recording booth. You never got to thank him for those times when, even if your job was to basically shut him down, he cared for your health.

The two of you weren’t blind to each other, you were just idiots.

“Okay, hang on, so, you and Eddie never banged?” Steve almost spat his negroni, a laugh escaping his lips, shaking his head. 

“Why the fuck would you even think that!?”

“He is very touchy!” Steve smirked, tilting his head to the side, making that curl of his hair fall a little bit as well. Damn him.

“You jealous that he is touchy with me?” You gasped, feeling your stomach do a twirl at the accusation, but you shook your head aggressively.

“No! But come on, the girls online also think you two are dating! There’s even fucking fanfictions about you two!” He squinted slightly, now confused.

“What are fanfictions?” Your eyes widened in surprise, a smile of mischief appearing on your lips. You hummed as you grabbed your phone and tapped on the screen. He took this time to scan your features. You looked relaxed, as if you were treating him like a person and not the celebrity you have to keep in check. Then his eyes moved downwards, and– that damn neck of yours. Fuck–

“Here.” You handed him your phone with a smirk on your face. He took it without question, seeing it was text, and he took a sip of his drink as he read, adjusting the glasses over his face. For some reason, he decided to read it out loud, which only made you cover your mouth in anticipation–

“Steve could only look Eddie into his eyes for a few seconds, before his hands started making their way to the belt of his best friend’s pAAAHNT–” He dropped the phone on the table with disgust and a yelp, and you burst out laughing, throwing yourself back onto the booth, holding your belly. “What the hell!”

You couldn’t help but feel the tears building up from laughing so hard, and soon enough he started laughing too, taking his glasses off to cover his eyes as if he were in pain. The song was forgotten, the work, the fans, the blog, everything. You were just in a bar booth, laughing your ass off with a cute boy. That’s what it felt like.

“And you’re always the passive.” Steve choked on his saliva as he leaned down to rest his head into his arms, cradling it while laughing hysterically into them. You wiped your eyes, trying to cease your laughter, but having a hard time doing so. 

“I’m gonna kill myself.” He said jokingly, which prompted you to laugh again. After a minute, he finally came back up, his eyes teary from the laughter, and he was taking deep breaths in to calm himself down. “Also, the passive!?” 

“Yeah, the one who takes it.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest, which only made your eyes fall to the extent of his biceps getting slightly bigger because of the flex. You gulped as you were finally left with small giggles, putting your phone away.

“If only my fans knew.” He mumbled, but you caught on to it. You frowned in question, a cheeky smile on your lips as you rested your elbows on the table and your chin at the top of your joined hands. 

“Knew what, Harrington?” His eyebrow twitched for just a second in thought before he finally caught sight of you. His body tensed, and the air around you both did as well. You two were lucky no one else was down there at the bar at that time. 

So, as his tongue and muscles got a bit loose thanks to the alcohol, his crossed arms came to rest on the table as well, leaning forward, your way.

“If they knew how I really was in bed, I would not be considered the bottom.” Your legs clenched together at those words because– Fuck, it’s been a while since you had sex and, you had been interested in Steve despite hating him, but it shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t happen, and now he is letting your imagination go wild.

“Oh? And how is the nice, charming, gentlemanly Steve Harrington in bed, huh?” You tried to sound as teasing as possible, using the names people called him online, but all you got from him was a cheeky grin, one that was making your entire body turn on like a wildfire.

“That, I keep to myself and whoever I have sex with, honey.” The pet name. The pet name came out by itself and with no restraint. He was staring at your reactions, and– Was he causing any? He noticed how you looked away, taking the last sip of your beer and, fuck, he did. He did cause a reaction, and you looked good like this. You looked good when you were speechless.

And he can think of a way or two to provoke that again.

“As long as there’s an NDA afterwards.” You joked a bit, trying to hide how much you have reacted to his words because the images in your head kept popping up. You have seen him shirtless thanks to photoshoot campaigns, and, thanks to the girls online pointing it out, you obviously stumbled over thirst posts… some were of his bulge thanks to his tight pants. 

He huffed a bit as his eyes never left your figure, his tongue licking the inside of the bottom of his lip in thought, trying to gather up even more courage than what the liquid had given him. It was starting to wear off, so he had to use it quickly.

“And what about you?”

“Mmm?”

“How are you in bed? You think that in a so-called fanfiction of this, would you be the bottom?” Your eyebrows went up, stunned at the bold question. You leaned back, putting your hands to your sides, grabbing onto the seat, and popping your chest up as if you were lying back on the seat. His eyes drifted to your cleavage, and fuck, did that dress look good on you.

“Well… If it were a fanfiction of me and you… I would definitely be pegging you.” His eyes widened, his arms still crossed as he leaned back. His pants started to tighten up more and more, and if your teasing before made him hard a few times, the sexual teasing was going to be the death of him.

“Is that right?” He challenged, and the fire just kept spreading more and more, and this was not supposed to happen, because it shouldn’t. You really should get up, say goodbye, and go away. Yet, you stayed put.

“What? You think you could dominate the situation? I hardly believe it, you can barely fight me when I suggest something for your image.” You scoffed to emphasize your mockery, but he didn’t even smile. Instead, his pupils were dilated, looking your way. It only made your limbs grow limp. It was as if he just made your entire self feel like something you could squish with just a hard grip. 

“Hmm…” He hummed, his eyes still racking all over your body, and he wanted you to feel it. He wanted you to feel observed, he wanted you to feel like fucking prey for him, because he knew he was good. He knew it, and that is the one thing he won’t tolerate you criticizing.

He really wants to shut you the fuck up.

“I’m sorry. We need to do a clean-up before the morning shift starts?” The waiter came over as politely as possible, and your eyes noticed the discomfort on his face. He was obviously uncomfortable because he knew he had interrupted, but maybe it was for the better. You took a deep breath before standing up. Steve gave a generous tip to the waiter, getting up and putting the small notebook in his back pocket while he hung his reading glasses on the collar of his button-up shirt. 

“Thank you.” You mumbled to the waiter before you headed out of the bar, Steve following right behind. Every step felt heavy with tension as you two walked towards the elevators. He stood next to you with his hands in his front pockets, and you were trying not to glance, but the stickiness between your legs was bringing you back to the real world, in which you were wet for the man you ‘hated’, making you move in your place.

“You gotta pee?” He asked as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Spacious and empty. Your belly flipped, and you noticed how his hand pressed against the frame so the doors wouldn’t close, so you could step in first. You gulped, walking into the elevator, shaking your head.

“No. These heels are just killing me.” He chuckled, stepping inside and pressing your room’s floor first. You were surprised he remembered it. 14.

“Really? You’ve been sitting all night, though.” He reminded you, and you felt yourself flushing over at being caught. You shrugged, trying not to let the nerves, or rather, the need to jump on him, consume you as the doors closed, leaving you two alone.

“They can still hurt. You’ve never worn heels, you have no say.” He chuckled at your response, and then it was silent.

The air was tense, just the sound of the elevator slowly moving as it went up. You scratched the side of your face, trying to distract yourself from the events of the night. He then leaned against the mirror behind him, his arms crossed as his eyes ran all over your body, which only made you scoff a bit.

“What?”

“Why are you acting like you’re the main character of a music video?” You asked, kind of irritated. He chuckled, tilting his head.

“Jealous?” 

“Of your ego? Never.” 

Then the floor kept clicking upward, and his hand raked over his hair, as if nervously, or maybe fed up.

“You know, for someone who claims to hate me, you have a knack of finding me in every single room we're in.”

Your eyes widened at his words, making your head turn to look at him. He was grinning your way, knowing he was getting under your skin. You level him with one look, shaking your head.

“Please, you orbit me, Harrington.” Then it was silent as you two stared at one another. The air was thick with tension, and you could hear your heartbeat in your ear, a loud ringing that was making you almost lose your balance.

Steve was feeling the pulse in his neck quicken by the second, and it almost felt as if it were about to pop his vein off. He uncrossed his arms, and he took a step closer your way, tentatively.

“Do you still hate me?” His question made your stomach flip, when it fucking shouldn’t. You lifted your chin, trying to make it look like you were unfazed.

“Shouldn’t I?”

That only prompted him to take one more step, and you would only have to raise your hand to touch his chest from how close he got to you. You could feel the heat on your ears, on the tips of your fingertips, in your belly. 

“You didn’t look like you hated me when you were laughing down at the bar with me.” 

Your breathing skipped as his eyes went down to your lips, and your knees trembled slightly at how good he was with physical teasing. He knew what to do to make you crumble, and you hated him a little more because of that. 

“Maybe you just didn’t look like a jerk then.”

“Do I look like one now?” His response was fast, ready to counterattack you. You stayed silent, and that was the answer he needed. He licked his lips, studying your face as his hand itched with the need to touch you. The need to grab you, anywhere. “You’re really… insufferable, honey.”

Your mouth opened in disbelief at his words, only for the elevator doors to open on your floor. Maybe he was only mocking you for the night. Maybe it was his goal to know if you fancied him or not, and he might have gotten his answer, and that made you mad. You scoffed and stepped out of the elevator, ready to go to your room and write a long fucking post on how he sucked ass tonight–

But his hand gripped your arm, pulling you back in as his other hand pressed against another button aggressively, his floor, just four more floors up. You managed to let a small gasp leave you before his lips clashed against yours, the elevator doors closing behind you.

Your body moved instinctively, your arms wrapping desperately around his shoulders as his arms wrapped around your body, his hands on your back, pressing you close to him. It felt desperate, rough, filled with pent-up feelings that both of you were never going to admit. 

He backed the two of you against a wall, his hand stopping the impact for a second so you wouldn’t hit it hard, before wrapping it back around your body. You could feel your center throbbing for him, and this was just a kiss. Not even with tongue. His hand glided down to your right thigh, making you wrap your leg around his hip, and then, you moaned into his mouth.

His hard on was tight against his pants, pressing it against you and creating friction on your clothed clit. He took the advantage of pushing his tongue inside your mouth, finally having a proper taste of you, making his stomach flip over. His hips rolled instinctively once, making you groan into the kiss as your nails ran all over his hair, scratching at his scalp.

You heard him groan and grip onto your thigh even tighter, his hand underneath your dress, and someone could walk into the elevator at any moment and see you two together, but you couldn’t care less. Not now. He didn’t care either, even when he should, because he was a rockstar, and this could make it in a post anytime soon. 

Your tongue was exquisite against his, and again, his hatred for you only grew. Why were you so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair. He pulled away after a second, panting heavily against your lips. 

“Still hate me?” He mumbled desperately, and you nodded, your hips rubbing against his, earning a moan from both of you.

“So much…”

“Then get off on my floor.”

The elevator bounced a bit as it dinged. He pulled away from you as the doors opened, and you didn’t even hesitate to follow him, like a magnet. He smirked breathlessly as he grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the elevator and walking down the hallway. His hand went into the left back pocket of his jeans, and he got his card out, stopping in front of his door. 

You were looking around, making sure you were not being seen, but, in all honesty, some part of you wanted to. Some part wanted people, the girls who thirsted for him, to know he was taking you to his room. Maybe it was your ego talking. Maybe it was just some proud moment of fucking a celebrity… You weren’t going to admit the other possibility of why you wanted everyone to know you were about to fuck Steve.

He passed the card against the lock of the door, and it opened, letting you in first. Once he closed it behind him, he didn’t give you a single chance to look around, to look at the much fancier room he had rented for the night, because he was back on you in an instant. His hands cradled your face as he kissed you roughly, passionately, and fuck you were growing addicted to them. You had never been kissed in such a way, you felt completely and utterly wanted, desired. 

The kiss was greedy, desperate, and then he pulled away from you to kiss down your jaw, then your neck, grazing his teeth against the skin of your pulse point. Your hands were dragging against his biceps, trying to center yourself back to earth, a hoarse chuckle escaping you.

“You kiss like you’ve been waiting to do it since the moment I called you overrated in your face.” Your eyes fluttered shut at a particular suck on your neck, making you sigh.

“I have.” He growled against you, “you piss me off so much, I get hard by thinking about shutting you up.”

“Oh, fuck off–” You were cut off as his hand started moving up on your thigh, under your dress. His fingertips dragging against the elastic of your underwear. His hips pressed against you, making you feel his bulge against your belly, his leg sliding between yours, thigh pressing against your cunt. You moaned against your will, feeling that sweet friction on you again. He pulled away from your neck, his nose brushing against yours.

“This what you imagined?” He murmured, and his mouth brushed against yours, making you sigh. “Me, pinning you like this? Getting you wet after talking shit the way you did?”

“I imagined punching you–” You gasped as his fingers ghosted over your clothed pussy, a soft huff escaping him as he pressed even harder, feeling your wetness.

“And yet you are soaked.”

You were going to retort, if it weren’t for the fact that he got down on his knees, right before you. He hooked your leg over his shoulder, his eyes locked in your panties with hunger in them. You were shocked, looking down at him, and his lips found your inner thigh, kissing it softly before giving it a soft nibble.

“Still want to hit me?” You whined as your hips moved a bit towards him, and his mouth was on the wet lace in a second. You gasped, throwing your head back against the wall as your hands went to grab onto his head. 

“Fuck–” You moaned out as he sucked on your clothed clit. If this is how it felt with your panties on, you were desperate to know how it felt without them. He moaned at your scent, at your taste, and he got his other hand to move between your legs, while the other gripped onto your ass, and he hooked his fingers on the center of your panties to move them to the side.

You clenched at nothing when the cold air hit your pussy, only for that to be replaced by the warmth of his tongue, making you sigh with delight. He swirled it around your clit, making moans escaping you as he groaned into your cunt, before sliding his tongue between your folds, tasting you completely.

“You taste so fucking good…” He moaned into you as he fondled your ass, making you grip his hair even tighter. He lapped at you like a man starved, as if you were the most delectable thing he ever tasted. 

“Fuck, don’t stop… Steve–” You whimpered as your back arched off the wall when he dipped his tongue inside of you. This was the living proof this fucker was a singer. He knew how to move his lips, his tongue, going from licking to sucking and it was driving you wild. 

“Never.” You heard him mumble against you, and then his hand left your ass, and you felt the tip of his fingers gliding against your entrance, making you gasp. “Beg for them.” 

Your mouth fell open at the request, but he sucked on your clit again and your walls clenched around nothing, when they wanted to clench around something. Your body was flushed all over, hating him just a little more.

“Please…”

“Please, what? Come on, you are super clear when you order me around, you can be clear in your begging too.” You fucking hated him. Your belly turned desperately, feeling even more aroused than before, and your dominating side was slowly slipping away from you. 

“Please, use your fingers… Please–”

“Good girl.” Your eyes widened when you felt two of his fingers going inside of you slowly, his ring and middle finger, and– You couldn’t deny it. You had seen his hands before, way too fucking big, and maybe you had fantasized a bit once or twice about them. 

Those fantasies did his fingers no justice as he started pumping them in and out of you mercilessly. The squelching of your pussy echoing in the room as well as your moans and his. He was flickering your clit with the tip of his tongue, curling his fingers towards him to try to find that special spot inside of you.

You moaned his name when you felt your belly start to coil, and you realized you were getting close. Embarrassingly fast. This is what you get for not having a moment’s peace to take care of yourself for weeks.

“Steve– Oh–” He could feel your walls fluttering against his fingers and he groaned as he pulled away from your clit, looking up at you.

“Tell me how much you hate me.” And you felt your body growing a sweat as your legs started to shake, the one over his shoulder twitching as your climax built and built.

“I fucking hate–” You gasped at a particular movement of his fingers, making you jerk against him, the first warning you were going to cum making itself present. Your hands gripped his hair tightly, desperately. “-- that you’re so good at this–”

He chuckled and he sucked hard against your clit, his fingers dragging in and out of you. You were breathing heavily, and then, you came undone. You saw stars behind your eyelids as your back arched off the wall. Your leg over his shoulder hooked towards his back, pushing him into you desperately as you moaned loudly, and he had to concentrate on not cumming right then and there because you just sounded incredible.

He slowed his pace as he helped you ride your orgasm out, licking, taking your slick into his mouth to taste your climax. Once he felt you unclench, and your leg relaxed against him as well as your hands letting go of his hair, he pulled away from you. He breathed in deeply as he tried to catch his breath. 

He patted your leg, silently telling you to move from him, and you followed the instructions, trying to stabilize your breathing as you put your leg down. He gave one last kiss to your clit, making you groan and jerk in your place at the overstimulation. He chuckled, grabbing the edges of your panties to finally pull them down from you. You stepped out of them, and he finally stood back up, towering over you. He threw your panties onto the small table next to the door.

His eyes found yours, and you saw the darkness in them, the lust, and you trembled once again as you felt him grab onto your waist. His lips clashed against yours, and you could taste yourself, making you a little dizzy as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His tongue instantly connected with yours as he pressed himself against you. Your hand glided downwards in between your bodies, finally touching the big bulge in his pants.

He groaned into the kiss as he felt you palming him, then pressing your palm against him. He needed more. He wanted more. He pulled away from you, breathing heavily into your lips. 

“Bed, now.” You nodded at his request, kissing him desperately again as he pulled the two of you off from the wall, walking you backwards and towards the bed. You jumped a bit when you felt the edge of it on the back of your knees, pulling away from him. His hands gripped the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. “Oh, fuck–”

You didn’t let him touch you, moving to sit on the bed, getting out of your heels before you moved back onto it, setting yourself in the middle, completely naked. You saw how flushed he was, gripping onto his shirt, ripping it off his body, and then quickly moving to his belt. His movements were rushed as you stared at his stripping. You saw that chest hair you’ve thought of brushing your fingers over a few times before, then the freckles in places you’ve always wondered if they even had them. 

Then he got out of his shoes and jeans, and all was left were those blue tight boxers on him and– Fuck. He looked big. He looked so big. He noticed your eyes on him, making him smirk, but also shiver from the attention you were giving him. He grabbed the hem of them and pulled them down finally, his cock springing up and hitting against his belly and your eyes widened.

You didn’t know if in all your life you had slept with smaller than average dicks or if Steve was just… huge. You noticed the smug look on his face, and you wanted to wipe it off, so you stared at him as you were propped on your elbows, slowly spreading your bent legs for him. His eyes fell back to your cunt and he had to take a sharp intake of breath in, his dick twitching for attention. 

He got on the bed, crawling your way, but before he completely covered you, he leaned to the side, towards the bedside table. You saw him grab his wallet, opening it to get a condom out, making you roll your eyes. He noticed, straightening up after tossing his wallet back on the table.

“Anything you want to say?”

“Nope.” 

“I can absolutely get off of you, if you so want me to–”

“I swear if you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds, I’m walking out of here.” He chuckled at your whiplash of emotions. You saw him rip the foil with his teeth, and that shouldn’t have been as hot as it had been, but here you were. He rolled the condom on himself, and you took a sharp intake of breath as you lay down when he crawled a little closer, getting on top of you. 

“Anything your snarky mouth wants to add?” He asked and you were getting pissed, frustrated as you grabbed onto his shoulders, glaring at him.

“Why are you still fucking talking–” Your words were cut off with a gasp when you felt him pushing in. His eyes were on how your face contorted into a silent moan, a satisfying groan vibrating in his throat as he gave a nibble to your jaw.

“Yeah, there you go, shut the fuck up–” You wanted to punch him, but the more he filled you, the more you couldn’t come up with any words in your head. Your mouth was open, choking on your spit at every inch. “Fuck–”

He cursed as he felt your warmth all around him, and maybe Eddie was right. You two needed to fuck it out. He couldn’t believe how good you felt, and he could have had you all these months if he hadn’t been so stubborn. If you hadn’t been one too. If you two had stopped for a second and just talked with each other the way you did today.

But then, this sex wouldn’t have been as delicious as it was going to be.

He growled into your ear as he thrusted inside of you in one sharp movedent, hilting himself into your cunt, bottoming out completely, and you could barely breathe. It was a sudden stretch. It was big, suffocating even, knocking all the air that was held in your lungs. His hands were on each side of your head, but his lips were on your ear, breathing into it.

He waited for a few seconds for you to adjust to him, but also to calm himself down because he was sure he was going to cum two strokes in. He took deep breaths in as he concentrated on anything else but your soft little whimpers. He felt you roll your hips against him, and he cursed under his breath, his hands gripping the sheets beneath you.

His hips started to slowly roll, in and out, soft movements to get you used to the friction, and you were already going insane for it. You felt so full, each drag against you was incredible, making you tremble underneath him. Your nails were scratching on his back, legs spreading even more.

“Steve– More…” You gulped, not even believing the soft whimper, the soft plea that tumbled out of your lips. He hummed into your ear, and his hips started picking up a pace, and your moans finally started leaving your mouth. He felt a wave of heat all over his body the moment his name was called, breathlessly, and he had to see your face.

He leaned up, holding himself up by his hands as his hips snapped into yours. Your face was contorted in pleasure. Your eyebrows were downwards, your mouth was open, and your eyes were half lidded as you stared at the ceiling. You looked marvelous, and fuck he wanted to see more. He wanted to see you choke on your words.

He sat back on his legs, his hands coming to grip the back of your knees to keep you spread for him, and he started moving in fast thrusts, deep, making the bed creak and the headboard hit the wall behind it, over and over again. Your moans became louder, your hands coming to grip the pillow beneath you. Your eyes found his face. He was frowning, the hair now almost sticking to his forehead, his body was flushed red, and you noticed how the veins on his biceps were pronounced, as well as the one on his neck.

He rolled his head over his shoulders at a particular drag of his cock, making you clench around him. Then again, this time, making him moan your name, which made your brain short-circuit.

“You feel so fucking good…” He felt his belly burning, and he knew he had to be quick in making you cum again because he was going to anytime soon. It was embarrassing, but he wasn’t a man of taking groupies, or fucking his fans. He also barely had time to jerk himself off, because he was barely alone. 

You whimpered at his words, your back arching off the bed as your body bounced back and forth thanks to his thrusts. His eyes were fixed on your breasts, watching them, and he growled as he moved downwards once again, his lips closing on your left nipple and softly tugging on it.

“Steve!” You gasped and he gave the same treatment to the right one, making you clench around his cock. He growled into your breast, his thrusts becoming slow, shallow, and deep. Each time he pulled out, he kept the tip in, only to thrust back in roughly, rolling his hips inside of you at the end of it. 

At each snap, you both heard the loud thump of the headboard, but it only heightened the experience. Whoever was next to him, if they saw you the next day walking out of his room, they would know what happened. He couldn’t care less; in fact, he hoped someone would see you. Someone would see you walking out, with wobbly legs, with his marks all over your neck.

He continues that pace, getting his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive clit which made you jerk your hips towards him. You were breathless as tears pooled in your eyes from how good it felt. How amazing he was making you feel, and you wanted to punch him for that. His breath was in your ear as his fingers picked up a pace, making you mewl underneath him.

“Say it.” You frowned in confusion, only for his teeth to bite your earlobe, making you gasp.

“Say what?” He rolled his hips inside of you, making your hands snap towards his biceps, gripping him tightly as you moaned out his name.

“That you don’t hate me.” Another roll that had you biting on his shoulder, a moan escaping his lips, and into your ear. 

“I don’t hate you…” You answered and he moaned your name, sweetly, this time, and you felt your body light up at his tone. Your belly started to burn up again, twirling inside out, and his fingers were working overtime now to get you to cum for a second time.

“Louder, baby. Say it louder.” His hips started moving faster, your walls fluttering around him as your hands ran through his hair, pushing his mouth into your neck. You could feel him biting down on your skin, making you whimper and shiver underneath him.

“I don’t hate you, Steve! Please– Don’t stop–” And he doesn’t. He kept the pace, his fingers on your sensitive clit, swirling around as his cock kept punishing your insides. Your g-spot was grazed at each stroke, and your eyes started to roll to the back of your head.

“I’m about to cum– Fuck–” He cursed your name, and you started panting before your second orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, stronger than the first one. Your walls clenched tightly around him, your eyes shutting tightly, and your nails digging into his shoulders.

His name came out of your lips with a cry, your cunt trying to push him out of you from how much you were clenching. He huffed a few breaths, choking on his moans from how tight you felt, to the point it was almost painful. He watched you contort underneath him, and you never looked more amazing than right now.

And at your sight, he came. He groaned your name as he spilled inside the condom, his hands coming to grip the pillow underneath your head as he snapped his hips into you at each spurt. His face almost looked pained, but it was the complete opposite. He could barely handle the pleasure he felt, and he was sure he came way too hard into the condom.

You managed to open your eyes to see his reaction, and fuck– He looked so good like that. Definitely another look you liked on him. Then he finally stilled, and that left the two of you breathing heavily, looking at each other with half-lidded eyes. 

You two crossed a line that should not have been crossed. You couldn’t blame the alcohol because that just made you both brave—brave to do something you were scared of doing before. It didn’t make you do something you two didn’t want; it urged and encouraged you to do it.

Then, he winced when he slowly pulled out of you, looking down at the mess he had made and– he did cum a lot. You groaned at the feeling, and then his eyes found yours again. Should you leave? Should you just… bid goodbye to him now? You didn’t know what any of this really meant, so you needed some guidance over here. You didn’t want to leave, but didn’t know where Steve stood. 

“Well… that happened…” You softly spoke, and Steve huffed, nodding and plopping next to you, staring at the ceiling, same as you. He took the condom off and tied it up, throwing it on the floor, something he could take care of later, because right now, he couldn’t concentrate on that.

“Yeah. That happened.” He was also thinking the same things you were. Should he let you sleep in his room if he leaves? Should he just let himself fall asleep? But fuck, he didn’t want to just pretend that didn’t happen.

So, fuck it.

You were surprised when you felt arms engulf you, pulling you towards a chest as you both now lay on your sides. Your eyes were fixed on his chest hair, feeling your cheeks burning like crazy because you weren’t prepared for him to cuddle you. Not that you were complaining. 

His hands rubbed against your back, his thoughts running. He wasn’t going to let this happen just once. Hell, he wanted what happened back down in the bar. He wanted to kiss you whenever you frowned at him. He wanted to make you proud as well, following your instructions, letting you know he heard. Letting you know he took your words into account.

“Still think I’m overrated?” You couldn’t help but chuckle, your arms wrapping around him.

“Absolutely…” 

But maybe you weren’t so sure you meant it now. His fingertips were softly grazing your skin, giving you soft caresses that made you melt more and more into him. You hummed appreciatively against him, nuzzling against his chest. Then, you started laughing, pulling back a bit from him. He frowned, a smile creeping on his lips.

“What?”

“I just remembered– So many of the comments I get, say that I secretly want to fuck you. That, that’s the reason why I do the blog.” His eyebrows raised in surprise, then a squint with a cheeky glint.

“Secretly? If only they knew we might have to pay the safety deposit of this hotel room because, pretty sure, we made a hole in the wall with the headboard.” You giggled, covering your face in shame, and he could not stop himself from being amused by this new side of you. “You gonna tell your loyal followers the truth?”

“That I got railed by the rockstar I roast for fun?” You hummed a bit, looking up at him. “Tempting.”

“Only if you include the part where you begged.” He smirked and you scoffed, shaking your head, but your heart was filling up with small little butterflies.

“I did not beg.”

“Oh, honey…” He bit his lip, loving this little banter with you as he rolled on top of you again, holding one of your hands against the pillow. “You absolutely begged.”

Before, you would have wanted to punch the smug grin on his face, but right now, you wanted to kiss it. His hair was all messy, and his skin was all flushed. He just looked too pretty, irking you just a little bit.

“You are more tolerable when you don’t talk.” You snarkily replied, and he coughed a chuckle, giving you a small nod.

“And you’re pretty when you’re helping me, instead of being a bit of a bitch.” Your eyebrows raised up in surprise, your mouth falling open. Your heart skipped a bit, tilting your head at him.

“Is this admitting you like me, rockstar?” He hummed, putting his lips on your shoulder to lay a soft, lazy kiss there. You sighed, your eyes fluttering closed for a second.

“Let’s say, I didn’t hate fucking you stupid.”

“Wow, romance isn’t dead.” You replied dryly, not really liking that answer, not noting the sarcasm and humor behind his tone. He noticed, chuckling and pulling his head back up to look down at your angry face.

“Let me take you out.” And you weren’t expecting that, your breathing catching in your throat as you tried to swallow from the sudden nerves that invaded you.

“Like a date?” He gulped, finally feeling his stomach turning at the fear of your answer. He slowly nodded, finally admitting to wanting more than to share some sheets with you.

“What do you say?”

You couldn’t help but ponder. This was probably a bad idea, wasn’t it? No matter how you looked at it, this would end up in shambles, wouldn’t it? He was someone famous, you were just a person in his team. That’s all. He noticed you were hesitating, making him grow a little anxious and a bit desperate, so he tried talking again–

“You can still make fun of me, my music, my lyrics, and what I wear. I will even let you write a scathing review of my bedroom performance…” He gulped, knowing he was begging at this point, but something about you was driving him insane. Something was telling him to risk it. To dive in. 

And you found it endearing. You couldn’t help but find him extremely charming, making you bite your bottom lip as your eyes went back and forth with his. You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, pulling away with a small nod.

“Okay… Just one.” He smiled at your response, wanting to fist pump the air.

“That’s all I need.” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You weren’t going to show him how happy you were, at least not yet. You poked his chest jokingly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You’re still not that great, you know?” You fought, and he smirked, his mouth leaning close to yours, his voice low and a bit wicked, which made chills run down your spine. 

“Then, let me prove you wrong, again.”

end

a/n: long live joe keery's hands

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I just want to tell all of you writers thank you. You probably won't know what your stories mean to different people. Keep up the great work !!!

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SAME! is it strange i think about Eddie at least once a day ?

three years later… and i’m still obsessed with him

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Dear Teddy

Rockstar Eddie Munson x (Ex) Best Friend Reader

Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson made it. He got the hell out of Hawkins, built the life he’d always dreamed of, and proved every single person who doubted him wrong. It was worth it, even if it meant leaving certain people behind.

But now Eddie’s returned, after years away from his home town. No one seems to know what exactly has brought him back. All you’re sure of is he definitely didn’t come back for you.

Just a heads up - I’m not doing a taglist for this one (I just find them too stressful to keep updated!)

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Chapter 1 (aka The Letters)

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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So true! Billy and Eddie were the only past people that died thst they showed so I think we will see more in someway.

IM SCREAMING OH MY GOD BILLY AND EDDIE AND STEVE CLIPS ALL BACK TO BACK???

THEY ACTUALLY INCLUDED BILLY IN THE TRAILER?!!!!! AND EDDIE????!!!

TRY TO TELL ME THEY ARENT COMING BACK FUCKIN TRY

OH MY GODDDDD

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Do you think this is Eddie ?

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Party of 3 please!

Buried a Lie (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Warning: Toxic Vampire Steddie X Plus size Fem Y/N, SMUT, light spanking, dirty talk, face sitting, p in v, light choking

ANGST, Y/N is hurt and Steddie retaliate killing people in the lab, blood is mentioned, your parents are hurt (but they are bad people so who cares?) mentions of possible manipulation between a parent and child, mentions of loss of a partner.

Word Count: 6333

Series List here/ Donate to Me <3

"Rest in peace girl, your death is such a shame The paper said a bullet got in your way

I'll catch the murderer And send him away I'll get the evidence From your last day."

“No, no, no, no, no…Y/N, keep your eyes open.”, Eddie begged as he adjusted you in his grasp. “We—we need to get her to a hospital. Come on, sweetheart.”

“Ow…no, no, Eddie, please.”, you plead as your hand feebly tries to stop him. 

“You are NOT going to die on us, little girl, do you hear me?”, he growls as his jaw tightens. “I won’t let you.”

Blood drains from the side of your mouth and Steve delicately catches it with his finger, trying to clean your cheek. 

“I l-love you both…so—so much…I don’t regret one single minute…I spent with you.” Your glassy eyes flick from the metalhead to the other boy and the look on their faces breaks your heart. “I’m scared…”

“You have no reason to be scared, pretty girl. We’re going to get you to a hospital and everything will be fine.”, Steve lied, his brain trying to accept what his heart didn’t want to. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“M’not…scared of—of dying… I’m—” You hiss as a sharp pain runs through you and your grit your teeth as you try to get your words out. “I’m afraid of leaving you alone.”

Eddie breaks then, hugging you to his chest. 

“I love you so much, baby. Everything’s going to be alright, I promise. You’re ours remember?”

The former jock leans down towards you and presses his forehead to your cheek. 

“You belong to us, honey, and I love you, Y/N. T-Thank you for saving us.” When you didn’t respond, the metalhead pulled you back as their eyes ran over your pale face. 

Pulling his knees to his chest, Steve hung his head as he cried, rocking back and forth as he listened to Eddie sob while he quietly begged for you to come back. 

They sat there for what felt like hours, unwilling to let you go. 

Steve was the first to release your cold hand and immediately hated the absence. After getting to his feet, he reached down with the goal of lifting you so they could place your body somewhere safe till they could bury you but the minute he gripped your bicep, Eddie growled.

“Eddie, we…we should take her inside somewhere till we find…find a place for her…”, he replied as calmly as possible, desperate to keep his emotions in check. 

“Touch her again…and I will tear your arms from your body…”

This time, Steve growled as his irises changed to match his friend’s black color. 

“Jesus, she’s dead and you still don’t understand that she’s not just yours.” The metalhead delicately placed you on your back and removed his jacket to nestle behind your head before quietly getting to his feet. “She may have known you before me but she loved me to.”

The former jock was oddly prepared when Eddie took a swing at him, dodging out of the way before doing the same and hitting him square in the jaw. They wrestled on the roof of that hotel, delivering blow after blow, leaving little to no damage till they both tumbled in each other’s embrace with Steve’s firm hold around the other man’s neck. 

The long-haired boy was struggling to breathe but he wasn’t tapping out and through his fog of anger, Steve knew why, releasing him with a rough shove. 

“She loved me to.”, he repeated.

Eddie’s curls blocked his face but his shoulders rose and fell as he cried. 

“I’m sorry, Harrington.”

After nodding, Steve helped him to his feet.

“Me to, man.”

It was low from their distance to Hawkins but both their heads tilted as they listened to your father talk. 

“They said they were in Paris so I would imagine they’d fly back there. Let’s get a team headed that way just to do recon and see what information we can find. Knowing them they’ll be long gone but maybe we can get an idea.”

“Yes, sir.”

“If you need me, I’ll be at the lab…I, um, I need to talk to my wife.”

When Eddie expanded his wings, he didn’t need to tell Steve his plan, he already knew. 

“We might not make it out of there.”

“I don’t know if I want to…”

“If we don’t…I’m glad you’re the one I’m going out with, Munson.”

The metalhead smiled as he patted his friend’s shoulder before his wings extended out of his back. 

“Welcome to being a freak, Harrington.” 

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“I thought you said this plan would work?! That they wouldn’t hear you!”, you mother shouted as she paced in her office. 

“It should have worked. I don’t know how Y/N knew we were there.”

“We were so close to getting our daughter back.” 

Your father chuckles causing your mom to furiously glare his way. 

“When are you going to get it through your head? OUR DAUGHTER IS GONE!! She chose them! She continues to choose them even though she knows their dangerous! She helps KILL PEOPLE!!”

“THEY kill people!”

Your dad stands and grabs her biceps to roughly shake her.

“Are you in that much of denial?! Eye witnesses say the victims left with a girl before they were murdered. She’s helping them!”

Pushing at his chest, your mom fights with her husband to let her go but his grip remains strong. 

“Maybe they brainwashed her! Maybe it’s one of the powers they have! We can save her, I KNOW IT!”

Just as your father opens his mouth to argue, screaming fills their ears just outside the door that leads into the hallway. 

“Stay here.”, he commands, retrieving the gun nestled in his waist band. 

As he carefully opens the office, he’s met with the echo of alarms and the immediate smell of blood before he reiterates for your mother to stay put and runs towards the surveillance room.

“Give me an upda—“, he begins to order, stopping when he sees members of the security team dead on the floor and all the cameras except for one broken. 

The one that was still active had Eddie smiling wickedly from the monitor, beckoning your father with his finger as if he knew he was watching. 

His wide eyes remained focused as he checked the amount of bullets in his weapon and carefully began his journey towards the lab where his former subject was waiting. 

***

“Mr. Munson… to what do we owe the pleasure?”, your dad asked as he gradually entered the room with his hands up in surrender. “We could have had this conversation at your apartment if you wanted to talk.”

“Hm, still trying to twist the truth. You were planning on taking us in no matter what she chose.”

“No, my offer was legitimate and still stands if my daughter wants to take it.”

Eddie growled as his lip twitched in anger at the mention of you. 

“She can’t because you took her away from us.”

Your dad blinked in genuine surprise but his thoughts were momentarily stifled as a new set of shoes squeaked into the room with muffled sniffles. 

“Honey?”

“Stop.”, Steve bellowed as he aggressively pulled your mother closer to his chest. “Or I’ll kill her now. You’re lucky I haven’t already. You killed the woman we loved so it’s only FAIR!”, he screamed. 

“I don’t believe you.”, you father accused as his eyes met his wife’s trying to reassure her. “You’re lying.”

“You shot her when you fired your bullets at us. She died in our fucking arms shaking and terrified.” Both their irises blackened as they shook themselves at the fresh memory. “We wanted to be left alone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You three were killing civilians up and down the state and you seriously thought there would be no consequences?!”

“We are the consequences of what YOU made us to be.”, Steve accused. “You aren’t allowed to play hero.”

“So what, Mr. Harrington? Are you two the heroes?!” 

“No…she was…but then you killed her.” 

Gun fire exploded in the area grazing the pretty boy’s arm as he roared and they both sprinted into a nearby office with your mother in tow. 

“Is it true?”, she begged after she was shoved into a chair so he could look at his wound. “Is she dead?”

“We’ve been hiding from you people for 5 years. You think we’d fucking come here just on a whim?”, Eddie hissed her way. 

“Fuck…it’s not healing.”, Steve sighed shakily. 

The metalhead rips off the lower half of his shirt and wraps it around his friend’s wound. 

“It looks like just a graze but…I imagine we’ll get worse than that soon…”

“That’s why you’re here? To die.”, you mother said more to herself than them. 

“And to bring as many of you fuckers with us as we can.”

“Edward?! Steven?! You may as well give up now. There’s nowhere else to run!”, your dad shouts just outside the door. “Our guns our holstered and if you let my wife go, we’ll let you go. That’s what Y/N would have wanted.”

The sound of clicking in the room, startled them both but didn’t surprise them as they slowly turned to see your mom aiming the gun she found in the desk towards them. 

“You…you are the reason my daughter is dead…”

“No, your husband is and so are you. She watched all your video logs and read your notes on us. She cried after every…one… She said she didn’t understand how her parents could be so ruthless but especially you.”

“She told us her stories about her childhood…how you two would cook together and have dinner ready for when her father got off work. How you cuddled with her every time she got sick and kissed her forehead till she fell asleep.”, Eddie added as he took a couple of steps toward her. 

“St-Stay back. I mean it!”

“After she went through everything, she couldn’t help but doubt her mind. ‘Are all my memories real or was it manipulation?’ You were really fucking good at that.”

The bang of the weapon echoed through the room as the metalhead winced in pain and feel to the floor. As Steve kneeled beside him, they both listened to the sound of glass shattering, bones breaking, and screaming from your mother behind them. 

“I’m ok, I’m ok. It’s just regular bullets.”, Eddie grunted as he rose to his feet and they took in everything around them. Your mom was on the ground knocked out with her arm twisted and the gun gone from her grasp. “What happened?”

They hadn’t realized the door was now open a crack, enough for a person to slide through, as more screaming followed within the lab. They followed the streak of blood along the floor to find the men that had shot at them now strewn about lifeless on the ground every which way. 

The metalhead’s nose abruptly sniffed the air as he continued out the door. 

“I know that perfume.”, he whispered, running towards something as his friend trailed behind. 

“Y-You don’t have to…do…this…”, you dad’s voice strained from within a hallway. “We…can…heeeeelp…”

Turning a corner, they found him being lifted and pressed against the wall with a palm wrapped tightly around his throat. The person holding him had their haired frayed as if it had been in the wind and blood stained all over their clothes concealed behind a leather jacket. On their other hand though, something stood out to them; a silver ring with green looking vines along the band and a pink diamond nestled in the top. 

“Y/N?”

At the sound of Steve’s voice, you growled as your head turned his way and your black irises met his now honey ones. 

Were they being tortured again? Was this some kind of trick?

You had died.

They felt your body go limp and your cold skin against theirs as they cried. 

How were you here?

Your father gagged as he struggled to breath causing you to hiss at the sound as you bared your fangs. The feeling of fingers lightly touching your shoulder had you roaring as you flung the man in your gasp to the floor before replacing him with the long-haired boy against the wall. 

Wind moved your hair as the pretty boy sprinted forward, pressing his foot against your father’s chest as he tried to get up to run. 

“How? HOW IS SHE HERE?!”

“I don’t fucking know!! How do I know you didn’t change her?!”

“Because you fucking idiot, this?”, Steve scolds as he gestures to himself. “This is a fucking curse. We may be assholes but we aren’t that evil.”

Eddie wasn’t even listening as his eyes remained locked on your face, taking in your pale skin and lush lips that still had blood sticking to the side. To him you still appeared to be in agony making a low growl rumble through his chest. 

“Are you hungry, baby?” When he spoke, you slammed his back roughly against the wall again but it didn’t phase him as his hand reached out to grip your wrist. “You tried to give me water…”

You blink at his words as your hold on him loosens slightly.

His touch ghosts lightly up your arm to your cheek where his thumb caressed your flesh. The silver chain on his wrist grazed your face and your head slanted slightly as your nose inhaled the jewelry. 

“We’re yours, sweetheart, remember?” Carefully, his hand leaves to linger across your shoulder and down your other arm to intertwine his fingers with yours as he lifts it to show you your ring. “And you’re ours.”

You release him from your hold but as you take a step back, he follows, cupping your face in his hands and bringing your lips to his. 

As his mouth connects with yours, you practically feel every synapsis in your brain fire and your arms gradually extend out to wrap around his waist. 

“Eddie?”, you whimper, his forehead resting against your own. 

“I’m going to spank you black and blue when we get out of here.”, he jokes, breathily laughing when you do the same. “Don’t you ever fucking scare us like that again.”

“Us…Steve?” Your eyes fleet around for him but you don’t have to look far as he comes up to your side and lifts you into his arms by your waist, squeezing you tightly as he buries his head in your chest. 

“I’m never letting you out of our sight again.”, he declared, voice muffled against your skin before he placed you back on your feet and kissed you softly. “I thought you were gone. I thought… How are you here?”

“I don’t know but I found this on my way here.” 

He watched as you dug into your pockets and produced the bullet that had pierced your abdomen. After taking it from you, they both inspected it until the metalhead lifted your blood- soaked shirt to now find a scar from your stomach straight through to your back. 

“I heard you…in my dream…At least I thought it was. You were talking to my mom about me…” You paused until a grumble left your stomach. “Then I heard a gun go off. I came in through the open window in the office… It was so fast…t-then I smelled more blood and got so angry…I thought…thought he was hurting you again…”

They listened to you and absorbed your every word. 

Steve never experienced waking up after his bites but he knew the pain. One moment he was fine and the next he was collapsing in a hospital as a warmth washed over him, flowing through his own abs to what felt like his soul. His teeth began to transform and the wings that grew felt like they were breaking apart his bones. The hospital sedated him and the next thing he knew he was in the lab. 

Eddie, on the other hand, had woken up from the dead and he himself thought he was dreaming when he heard a light female voice. Originally, he thought he was in heaven and his mom was trying to greet him but when his eyes fully opened, he was met with your mother, later learning he was in hell. 

Their wounds healed quickly but the scars remained. 

You weren’t bitten by those bats though and according to your father’s notes, they didn’t have any venom to spread. 

The realization hit them both at the same time as Steve held up the silver bullet in his hand and they began to chuckle till it turned almost maniacal. 

“Oh my God.”, the metalhead squeaked as they began to walk towards your father. “You created these to kill us but instead you turned your daughter into us.”

“I mean it works, technically.”, the former jock relayed as he showed him his arm and you growled behind them at the sight. “But it seems on a human…as long as the venom enters the blood stream… Oof, I hope those other shots you let loose didn’t hit someone else.”, he sassed.

“Or if one of these fuckers accidently hit each other.”, Eddie added as he absently gestured at the carnage of security guards around the area. “Imagine, Steve, a bunch of monsters like us running around.”

You catch it before they do; the sound of someone feebly trying to pull a weapon. They grin widely as they watch you shoot forward and grab the guard by his collar before attaching your fangs to his throat. 

“How does it feel?”, Eddie murmurs as he sinks down on to his heels to come eye level with your dad. “Knowing all this could have been avoided if you had just kept your promise to try and help us instead of hurting us? That ALL this…is your fault…”

“The only thing I regret…”, your father rumbled through gritted teeth. “…is not killing you both when I had the chance… You three better run faaaaar away because if I find you again, and I will, I’ll do more than shoot you. You think what I did before was torture?”

“Even to your own daughter?”

“That thing isn’t my daughter. My daughter is dead. When I catch her…it will be so much worse!”

As they both move to hurt him for threatening you, gunfire has everyone pausing as you watch your mother lower the weapon in her hand that she had shot towards the ceiling. 

“Move, boys.”, she commands in a shaky tone, holding her broken arm to her chest. To her surprise they actually do, placing themselves in front of you. “Do you love her?”

“What the fuck does that matter—” 

Another shot rings out as she fires towards the ceiling again, interrupting your father, and causing you to try to push past their protective wall to shield them yourself but they don’t budge. 

“Do you love…my daughter…?”

“Yes.”, they answer in unison. 

Her jaw tightens as she nods and slowly limps forward. 

“The team that left to find you will be coming back soon since no one has reported. W-We can’t stop hunting you but I can make sure things like those bullets are never used again. Now leave… Y/N?” Backing out of your way to grab your hands, both men allow you to face your mom. “It was real. All our memories and the love I have for you…it’s real…”

Your chest vibrates as you struggle to maintain your stoic features, only giving her a firm nod that she returns. 

Even as you three fly out of the lab, you can hear both your parents vaguely talking in the hallway. 

“How could you let her go?”, your father hissed. 

“I know you worked 24/7 so you never got to raise her like I did. You never really developed that fatherly bond… Even on the day she was born, you went back to work.”

“Sweetie…come on now…we—we can get her back…”

“I should have taken her away after the earthquake… let you think we were dead… She never would have believed me though…how terrible you and I both were. Maybe this is a better outcome for everyone…especially her…”

“Come on…Put—fuck—put the gun down! Do you want what happened to her to happen to me?!”

“This a regular gun and these are regular bullets.”, she replies calmly as the weapon fires. “I’m not going to let you hurt her anymore.”

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You whined as the sun began to rise, slightly burning your skin as the three of you land on the roof of the Paris hotel. Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he lifts you into his arms, following his friend through the door, down a flight of stairs, and into a random hotel room where he promptly snaps the necks of the two men that were there. 

“Eat.”, he commands but you’re distracted by the light coming through the window. Both men can’t help but swoon at how your irises shimmer against the glare like a cat who just discovered Christmas tree lights. Combined with your plump cheeks and fangs that hovered over lip when you softly smiled, they were smitten. 

“Ow.”, you pout as you crawl away from the body presented to you and cowering in the corner away from the window that the metalhead promptly closed. 

His boots bounded loudly against the hard wood floor as he placed himself in front of you and knelt down. Eddie’s fingers crazed your arm where your skin had begun to burn and you winced at the pain. 

“You have to eat. It will heal this and you’ll feel less…dehydrated…”

Moving out of your way, they watched you crawl towards one of the bodies on the floor and begin to eat before utilizing the second victim to do the same. 

Once you were full, you were completely thrown off guard by how much lighter you felt. Steve’s black eyes flicked your way and you couldn’t contain the giggle that broke free as you fell flat onto your back. 

Feeling a sudden warmth, you opened your eyes to see him pushed up on his arms hovering over you.

“I know you.”, you murmur as your hand reaches up lazily to poke his nose. 

Smirking down at you, he lowers his body on top of yours and kisses your lips. It starts slow but steadily builds as he feels you become more passionate.

“Fuck— I thought I’d never feel your tongue against mine again.”, he moans, panting into your open mouth. “A-Are you—fuck—are you ok? Do you need to rest?”

You laugh at him while he speaks and his waist grinds subtly between your legs. 

“Like you care.”, you tease and his smile expands. 

“You’re right, I don’t.”

Flipping on to his back, he brings you with him and pushes you further up his chest before ripping off your pants, tossing them aside. After taking hold of you once more, he maneuvers you over his face and pushes the panties blocking your core to the side. 

Your eyes flutter and roll as he licks a long stripe between your folds.

“Steve…fuck.”

A shadow vaguely caught your attention and when you opened your eyes you were met with a pale, tattooed chest. While the former jock continued to devour you, you tilted forward and placed tender, wet kisses along the man in front of you. 

When you reached his neck, Eddie’s fingers tangled in your hair as he brought your mouth to his. 

“I know you.”, you whisper breathily, struggling a bit to catch your breath as Steve’s tongue flicks your clit before wrapping his mouth around it making an almost obscene sucking noise that had your pussy clenching.

The metalhead pulls off your shirt and tosses it to the side but pauses his movements when his black eyes glare at the scar on your stomach.

“He’s lucky we weren’t the ones that killed him. We were going to do it slowly and as painfully as possible.”

“A-And then what?” When he doesn’t respond, your forehead rests on his as your palm slides down his stomach and over his belt to the prominent bulge in his pants. “I wouldn’t have wanted you to die.”

“And we wouldn’t have wanted to be here without you.”, he snapped back as your breath warmed his lips. “I told you, Y/N—mmm—you’re ours. Heaven and Hell can’t have you without us, sweetheart.”

“You've lost all control of m-my heart and soul.”, you sing causing Eddie to smile wider as he bends down to allow his mouth to suck on the skin of your neck.

“Satan holds my future, watch it unfold.” 

At his whispered response, your body shutters as the coil snaps and Steve’s palms grip your thighs, holding you to him as he licks you through it. 

Circling his arms around your waist, the metalhead picks you up and places you on your sides with your back against his chest. Your body effortlessly folds into his as if you were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together perfectly. 

You giggle at the sound of his pants tearing as he rips them aggressively off his form as you quickly pull down your underwear and throw them towards Steve who catches them with a smirk. With one arm under your head, Eddie puts his other on your hip as he rolls his own against your ass. 

“Please, baby.”, you whine. “I need you.”

You feel him pull away for half a second as he glances between your bodies, taking a hold of his shaft before guiding himself into your core and clinging to you once more. 

“Fuck, your pussy is too good. You were made for us, pretty girl.” While continued to whisper in your ear, your fingers intertwined in the ones he had dangled above your head as his other hand casually glided up and down your naked form. “Seeing you—mmph—the way you were in the lab…I like timid little girl but…sexy, confident woman is—fuck—something else.”

“Something g-good?”

He chuckled as his palm wrapped around your throat as he pounded his cock deep inside you at an almost dizzying pace. 

“So fucking good, baby. But don’t you ever forget…”, he grunted. “…you’re our confident, sexy woman. Any other fucking asshole even THINKS about touching you…”

Eddie’s voice trailed off as his fingers around your neck squeezed a bit harder and the sound of skin slapping skin hit your ears. 

“What…what will happen…”

After releasing you to lick the pads of his fingers, he places them on your clit, expertly rubbing circles that has you seeing stars.

You weren’t prepared for the deep, gravelly voice in your ear but the sound alone had you pushing against him as your body trembled with pleasure. 

“It’s nothing compared to what we’d do if anyone tries to take you from us again.”

“Eddie.”

When your moan escapes your lips, the arm behind your head comes around to circle your chest and hold you tightly while his sweaty forehead rests along the nap of your neck. 

“What’s that?”, Steve asks subtly as he rolls onto his stomach and sniffs the area. 

“Eddie!”  

Your blinded by white as you scream his name while your intense orgasm washes over you. A mix of a grunt and a whimper leaves the metalhead as his thrusts falter, painting your walls with his release. 

It happened so quick you barely had time to register what was happening. One minute you were in Eddie’s arms and the next you were being tackled by Steve’s. The two of you rolled to a stop with you on top of him but he instantly pushed up onto his palms to press his nose into your chest. 

“F-Fuck, that smell…smells so fucking good.”, he whined, open mouth kissing you skin as your fingers tangled in his hair. 

“Oh sure…NOW he can…smell it.”, the other boy panted eliciting a little laugh from you, tilting Steve’s head back to passionately kiss his lips. 

With his own clothes long removed, you licked your hand and smeared your spit along his cock before holding it to allow your body to gradually sink down onto him. Your knees had been bent on either side of his legs but that wasn’t close enough for the former jock as he took hold of your calves to circle your limbs around till he felt your heels on his back. 

After spanking your ass hard, you got the message and rolled your hips clinging your arms around his neck for leverage. 

“Shit…that’s it, honey. M-Make yourself cum hard like you did with him.” His mouth attached to your breast and your head fell back as his tongue played with your nipple. “I’m…I’m never going to fail like that again, Y/N. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you like that again.”

At his muffled words, your rhythm stalled slightly and his glassy irises shifted up to meet yours. 

“You didn’t fail me, Steve.”

“You were in my arms—”

“Safely. You grabbed me and flew me away. My dad was the one that failed me.” Even as you spoke you could see the doubt in his eyes and you roughly grabbed his cheeks in your hands. “Don’t let him torture you again. None of this was your fault.”, you growled. “Say it.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

The fact that you pulled his hair firmly in response wasn’t what surprised him but more so the fact that he enjoyed it as he grunted at the feeling. Keeping a firm grip on your back, he spun you around until you were underneath him and while pushed up on his knees, his hand took hold of your throat to keep you pinned to the floor. 

“Say it.”, you repeated with a smile that made his cock twitch. 

Breathily laughing, he shakes his head as he thrusts his length hard into that soft spot that has you practically melting under his grasp. 

“You think things have changed, baby? You think—fuck—you think because you’re like us now, we don’t own you?”

“Y-You can be mean to me a-all you want. It’s still not—oh my God—not your fault.”

Steve’s fingers bruise your stomach as they dig into your meaty flesh and he pounds into you at an aggressive, animalist pace. Glancing your way when he hears smacking, he watches as his friend delicately kisses your lips.

He sees it more clearly then; the love you have for both of them and the caring heart that sucked them in all those years ago. Your nails scratch the back of Eddie’s head as you whimper against his mouth with every pump of Steve’s waist. 

Swallowing his pride, he hovers over you, cupping your other cheek in his large palm as your eyes turn to meet his. 

“It’s not my fault.”, he murmurs and you softly kiss the thumb that grazes your bottom lip. 

You nod your head as he chases your highs, his mouth dropping open in a silent O as his eyes scrunch closed at the feeling of you. Collapsing his body fully onto yours, his breath warms the nape of your neck while Eddie’s mouth sucks and licks the other side.

“Steve!”

The man growls at the sound of his name as your entire body shakes underneath him and you come undone with the same intensity making a mess between both your frames. 

“Ah, fuck!”, he shouts, clinging to you as he sloppily thrusts his spend deep inside your core.

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Your eyes groggily blink open at the sound of a knock on the door.

Both men were still on either side of you, naked with their arms wrapped around your stomach and their noses nuzzling your cheeks. 

Again, someone knocked followed by something in French you didn’t understand. 

Your throat vibrated with a low growl of warning as you untangled from the boys beside you and tiptoed towards the area. 

“Excusez-moi.”, the soft feminine voice relayed. “Puis-je entrer?”

Entrer…Enter, maybe?

“Um, no, no entrer.”

You were amazed at how well your hearing was now as you listened to what sounded like her writing something on paper.

“Ok, I come back later. Merci!”, she replied in a bubbly accent.

“Merci.”

You sighed as you slowly headed for the window, hissing when you noticed the sliver of light from the sun still beaming outside. 

There was a gnawing in your tummy like when you grave a snack compared to when you first woke up and were overcome with that strong hunger that was stronger than anything you had ever felt in your human life. 

Kneeling next to your meals from last night, you sniffed them and exhaled in annoyance when you didn’t smell or feel the blood running through their veins like you had before. Now you understood why they still carried around a water bottle size of blood with them occasionally because even though you had eaten a lot…there was still that craving. 

Heading for the bedroom, you dug through the suitcases and realized these people were tourist who must have been backpacking around the area. There were three cases worth of clothes and you beamed when you found a shirt and some shorts that actually fit your frame, placing them off to the side so you could put them on after you took a shower. 

Producing a wallet, you found $2000 and few pictures that you tossed aside. Some of the clothes here would definitely fit the guys but they would absolutely hate the style till you went shopping. 

Near the corner of the bag was a jar of freeze-dried fruit and you could help yourself when you twisted the top to inhale the yummy smell. Hunger once again pulled at you and you stared into the glass knowing what happened to them when they ate anything but blood. 

You squeaked in surprise when a firm hand grabbed your wrist, turning to see Eddie beside you with stern, worried eyes before taking the jar from your hands and closing it back up. 

“Trust me, sweetheart, it’s not worth it.”

“I’m hungry.”

“Ok.”, he coos softly as he reaches out to pet your head. “How about we take a shower and get all cleaned up? Afterword, if the sun has set, we can grab a bite to eat before we get to our next destination.”

“The lady came by to clean the room but I told her to come back later because…”, you pause as you gesture towards the suitcases.

“That was smart. Maybe when she comes back though…”

As you nod with a small smile, a grin of his own paints his features as he lifts you off your feet and carries you into the bathroom. 

“All of these clothes are fucking awful.”, Steve whines as he sifts through what’s on the bed while Eddie gets the water warmed up in the bathtub. “Our next task after eating should be to find something way more stylish.”

You giggle as he scoots towards you and kisses your lips before trailing them down the side of your face to your neck where his fangs playfully graze your skin. 

You allow them to guide you into the shower and clean your body, a smirk remaining as you watch them move. A little grumble rolls through you though, giving them pause until your fingers lightly touch the scar now prominent on Steve’s bicep where you father shot him. 

“It heals but it takes a while even if we eat after and then of course the scar. I guess maybe if they hit a vital organ like the heart or something it could take us out.”

“Yeah, but let’s not test that theory.”, Eddie sighs as he finishes cleaning himself and switches places with his friend so he can do the same. “How are you feeling, Y/N? Are you sore or does anything feel off.”

You shake your head and as you lean forward to lay your head on his chest. 

“I’m sorry I scared you.”, you whisper, feeling his whole body deflate as he hugs you and rests his chin on top of your head. “I woke up and I was so confused. You weren’t there but I could hear you…”

Even when Steve turns off the water, Eddie doesn’t let you go or make a move to leave the shower area. 

“Y/N, we’ve been through a lot, Steve and I. I was accused of murder and he was beaten by soldiers. We were bitten and torn apart by those fucking bats and then your parents with that whole fucking lab tortured us… But none of that compared to the feeling of losing you.”

Tilting back, you caressed his face as he nodded at his own statement. Steve took your arm and guided you onto the mat where he gently dried you off, pausing above you when he was done. 

“You running away and not knowing where you were was one thing but this? To never experience the light that is you ever again?” His hair flopped from side to side as he shook his head. “I’m sorry you have to experience this bullshit like we do but I’m so fucking glad you’re still with us, honey.”

You tackle your arms around him and he squeezes you tightly, laughing when he notices your hand absently grabbing the air as you reach for Eddie to pull him into your hug. 

“I love you both.”

“I love you to, baby.”, the metalhead murmurs as he kisses your shoulder and lets you go so his friend could dress you. 

“I love you to, Y/N.” After pulling on the clothes you laid out, his nose scrunched as he lightly pulled at the bottom of the shirt on your frame. “You’re gorgeous as always but this fucking road side shit is awful.”

“Oh, you should see what I found for you two.”

Eddie grumbles in playful disgust while Steve pretends to cry, covering his eyes as he falls back onto the bed. 

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