#Jonathan majors x black fem reader

[noirsfantasy]

𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 2

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Jonathan Majors as Dame Anderson x Black!Plus-sized Reader

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛4.2k

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛After not hearing from Adonis for a week, you realize that, maybe it really was just a fling. So, you decide to get your mind off of him. And the one who just so happens to be there is Dame…

𝔞/𝔫 ➛Y'all thought the first one was wild? Well, get ready for this next one, hehe.

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 ➛ @cardi-bre91

I'm out with my girls on a Saturday night, turning up in a club. I was thrown ass on my girl, Ari, and my other girl, Liyah, is recording and hyping us up. We're all tipsy, enjoying ourselves as the music bumps loudly in the background. I don't usually go clubbing, but when I do, it's to get my mind off of something. And tonight I wanted to forget about my disappointment with men.

See, I'd recently been hooking up with this guy, Adonis Creed. He's a famous boxer, but that wasn't why I was interested in him. I truly enjoyed being around him. He gave me a touch of passion that made my body quiver. But all good things come to an end, don't they?

Enough about that. Tonight is all about getting drunk and forgetting about all my troubles. As I sway my hips against my friend, giggling as we dance the night away, I feel eyes on me. Men are staring, their gazes burning with desire. I smirk and ignore them, but I do enjoy feeling wanted. Under the glow of the neon lights, I dance the night away, as Liyah and Ari cheer me on.

Taking a break, we make our way back to our table, giggling and carefree.

"I can't believe you can move like that in that dress, girl." Liyah chuckles as she slides into the booth. I laugh as I slide in after Ari, laying my head on the table.

"Girl, ion even know, but that shit was movin'!" I reply.

"You shoulda seen all the guys you had drooling over you." Ari adds and I shake my head.

"Hey, I'm tryna get my mind off of guys tonight, remember?" I remind them and Liyah rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, we know." She takes the bottle from our table and downs the rest of it.

"Liyah, seriously?" Ari asks disapprovingly.

"What, girl? There was barely any left." Liyah raises her hands in defense. I giggle and stand up, a bit tipsy but still able to function.

"Chill out, I'll go get us some more drinks." I say, sliding out of the booth. "Be back before you know it."

"How 'bout I get you ladies another round?" I hear a deep, sexy voice rumble from behind me. As I turn around to see who it is, I come face to face with a tall, handsome man looking down at me with interest. I recognize him as the current heavyweight champion, Dame Anderson. I know he and Donnie had a bit of a falling out and that they were preparing for a title fight. I'd only ever heard about him through media, but we've never actually met. So I have no idea what he's doing here, talking to me.

"Holy shit, is that Damian Anderson?" Ari slurs in surprise and he smirks at her.

"The one and only, but y'all beautiful ladies can call me Dame." He winks at them and then his eyes shifts back to me. I have to stop myself from biting my lip at the sight of him. He's a total stud— ruggedly handsome with an intense gaze and a muscular frame. My friends look at me with anticipation, sensing the attraction between us.

"That's very kind of you, Dame," I purr, looking up into his eyes daringly. "But we can't have you paying for our drinks all night. We might end up owing you in return." Damian cracks a lopsided grin.

"That' doesn't sound all that bad to me." he says, leaning in a little closer, talking over the music. The scent of his cologne wafts over me as he continues to speak. "I'm pretty sure there are plenty of ways you could pay me back." He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh yeah? How?" I ask with a bit of challenge, stepping closer to him. My friends giggle girlishly as they watch. A confident, yet sly grin spreads across Dame's face as he leans in to whisper a low, suggestive response in my ear.

"How 'bout a dance?" As he pulls back, his eyes linger on me for a moment longer before he glances at my friends and looks back at me. "Whaddaya say, sweetheart?"

"Sure, why not." I respond, not having to give it much thought as I move past him, towards the bar. "And it's Y/n, by the way." I correct him, looking him up and down. A flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he bites his lip, turning to follow me.

"Y/n," He repeats, testing out the sound of my name on his tongue. Although, something about the look in his eyes says that he already knew what my name was. After we stop by the bar and order a round for my table, we head out to the dance floor, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the room.

As we get to the dancefloor, Dame pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. Mine instinctively wrap around his neck and our bodies move in sync to the music. Our bodies mold together perfectly, his hard planes against my soft curves. As we dance, he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.

"You know, you really caught my eye earlier, Y/n."

"Is that so?" I ask, gazing up at him as I grind my hips against his, causing a low groan to escape from him.

"Yeah, you did." Damian replies as his arms tighten around me for a moment before relaxing again. "I know you was fuckin' with Donnie. you've been on my radar." He smirks, leaning in a bit closer. I raise an eyebrow at him, somehow not surprised he's known about me.

"So what? You just been stalking me?" I inquire, causing Dame to chuckle at my response.

"Nah, just keeping an eye on who's eyeing my rival." He says, his eyes not leaving mine. "I had to know for myself what the fuss was about." I roll my eyes and turn away from him, feeling him press against my back as his hands migrate to my hips.

"It ain't like I'm his girl or anything," I say as I grind my body against his, feeling his grip on my hips tighten. His eyes follow the movement of my body, appreciating the way my curves fit against him.

"Good. Cuz I ain't really the sharing type" Damian smirks down at me.

"So, you only want me cuz he had me at some point?" I turn in his arms and he pulls me in closer.

"Oh, there's plenty of reasons why I'd want you, sweetheart." His eyes trail over my body for a moment before meeting mine again. "And if it happens to piss off my rival, that's just the icing on the cake."

His words send a spark of excitement through my body. Damian wants me and he isn't afraid to show it. This man, with his intense gaze and powerful presence, is hungry for me, and it makes my desire for him grow stronger. I can't help but bite my lip as his gaze pierces through me.

A part of me wants to at least be offended by him basically using me for his games. Although, the other part of me, the part that likes to live on the edge, doesn't give a fuck. I do what I want and who I want. And who I want right now is Dame. I smirk as I place my hands on his chest, pulling him close enough for me to whisper in his ear.

"You're gonna get me in trouble." A sly grin spreads across his face as I speak.

"Oh, I think you can handle it." He responds, his hands running up my sides, lightly touching my soft skin through my dress. "In fact, I bet part of you likes a little bit of trouble."

"Mm, you think you know me?" I ask teasingly as I lean in close to his face, looking at him through my lashes. He leans his face even closer, our lips nearly touching.

"I know enough." He admits with a smirk, his hands gliding over my hips. "And I know you like that I want you, even if it's to get under Baby Creed's skin." He chuckles softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't actually want you." His eyes lock on mine, a mixture of desire and challenge burning in his gaze. The world seems to slow around us as our bodies sway to the music.

"What exactly is it you're proposing?" Dame slides one hand around to the small of my back, using the other to gently tilt her chin toward me. Our faces are inches apart, and his eyes hold a mix of hunger and playfulness. A cocky smirk crosses his face as he answers my question with a low, gravelly voice.

"How 'bout you come find out, sweetheart?" He challenges. I decide not to waste any more time on words and I pull him towards me, crashing my lips into his. As our lips meet, it's as if a spark ignites between us. Dame responds to the kiss with a fierce intensity, our mouths moving against each other hungrily.

His large hands roam over my body, pulling me closer as he devours my lips. The sounds and lights of the club fade away as I lose myself in the moment, the taste and feel of him fueling my desire. My breath hitches as he bites my bottom lip, demanding more.

We break the kiss after what feels like both seconds and an eternity. I look into his eyes and they're dark with desire and a bit of challenge. Damian leans in close to my ear and whispers with a chuckle, "Let's get out of here. I want you all to myself."

I don't need any more convincing. Taking his hand, we make our way out of the club, waving to my girls as my heart pounds with anticipation. The night air is cool on our skin as we walk, the city lights illuminating our path. During the ride to his place, he keeps a firm, possessive grip on my thigh that sends tingles to my core. As we arrive at his luxury apartment building, Dame guides me inside, our bodies feeling electrified with desire.

As we step into the elevator and the doors close behind us, he gets a ravenous look in his eye. He presses me against the wall, my back coming in contact with the cold metal as his large frame presses against me. His mouth crashes into mine in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling to grasp either side of my ass. I ball my hands into the fabric of his shirt, moaning into the fiery kiss.

A low groan escapes Damian's lips as I pull him deeper into the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of desire. My body is on fire, the tension between us palpable. As the elevator reaches his floor, he reluctantly breaks the kiss, leading me into his penthouse apartment.

Our lips aren't parted for long as he lifts me up by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, claiming my lips in another heated kiss. The feeling of being manhandled by this ruggedly handsome man sent sparks of excitement through my body. My heart races as he walks slowly towards the living room, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the dancing flames casting an erotic glow over the room.

Dame gazes down at me, chest heaving. "Damn, baby. You feel even better than I imagined." He growls, his fingers tracing my curves. His eyes are dark with lust as he takes in the sight of me sprawled out beneath him.

I run my hands up his muscular arms, biting my lip coyly. "Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet." I purr, rolling my hips against him. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he dips his head, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His large hands slide up my thighs, bunching my dress up as he goes.

"I plan on seein' and feelin' a whole lot more." He murmurs against my skin, teeth grazing my sensitive neck. I shiver with anticipation, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as he continues his sensual assault.

Damian's fingers hook into the delicate fabric of my panties, his intent clear. I arch my back, silently begging him to take what he wants. This is what I came here for - to be devoured by this confident, powerful man. And I have a feeling he's more than ready to oblige.

His eyes darken with pure lust as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them down my legs. "That's it, baby. Let me see all of you." He growls, voice thick with desire. His gaze rakes over my exposed skin hungrily, drinking in every inch.

With one swift motion, he tugs my panties all the way off, tossing them aside. His calloused palms glide up the silky smooth skin of my thighs, parting them slightly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, pure want radiating from him. Lowering his head, his stubble-lined jaw grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

"Dame..." I breathe, fingers threading into his short hair. He pauses, eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna take real good care of you." He promises in a low, raspy tone before burying his face between my legs. I gasp with pleasure, my back arching a bit as the feeling is more intense than anticipated.

Damian's expert tongue swirls and licks, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body. I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as I arch into his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Dame..." I gasp against his talented ministrations. He hums in approval, the vibrations sending tingles through my core. One of his large hands grips my thigh, keeping me spread open for his voracious appetite.

Just when I think I might come undone, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes. I whine as I gaze down at him.

"You taste so goddamn good, baby girl." He growls, voice rough with desire. Before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, creating a suction of pleasure around my clit.

My toes curl and my back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens within me. Dame's skilled tongue and lips push me higher and higher, the world fading away until all I can focus on is the mind-numbing sensations he's drawing from my body.

"Holy shit, holy shit!" I exclaim as I come undone faster than I intended, squirting forcefully into his mouth. I had expected to make a huge mess all over the carpet, but Dame laps up every last drop eagerly, savoring my sweet taste. His eyes flutter shut as he drinks me in, relishing the sounds of cries of ecstasy.

When I've finally ridden out the last waves of my climax, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. His lips and beard glisten with my arousal, and he licks them slowly, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"You taste so fucking good, baby." He growls, his voice raspy. His large hands caress my trembling thighs as he repositions himself, settling between my legs. "And I'm just getting started."

With that, he leans back down, his face disappearing between my thighs once more. His tongue delves deep, stroking with a single-minded focus on my pleasure. One of his hands moves to my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in firm, sensual circles.

I squirm and squeal under his touch as he holds me in place, keeping me from fleeing. "You can't run, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you come again and again and again." His words only serve to fan the flames of my desire and I know I'm in for a long night.

I can't make an intelligible response as I'm overstimulated, my hips bucking and my nails digging into his harms, drawing blood.

"Damian-" I gasp, my mind clouded. "It's- It's too much!" I manage to say, my body no longer under my control. Dame pauses, his intense gaze shifting to one of mischief.

"Too much, huh?" He murmurs, his strong hands stilling my shaking thighs. A devilish smirk spreads across his lips. "Don't worry, babe. I know just how to take care of you." With that, he shifts his position, strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me up onto his lap. Our bodies are pressed flush together, his clothed length evident against my sensitive flesh. One hand tangles into my hair, tugging my hair back gently.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across my neck. "Just let me take control." His lips find mine in a searing, consuming kiss, swallowing any protests I was about to make.

As the kiss deepens, his other hand caresses my body, igniting sparks of sensation. A guttural groan rembles ing Dame's chest as he feels my arousal soaking through the fabric of his pants. He breaks the fiery kiss, dark eyes smoldering with desire as he drinks in the sight of me flushed and panting in his arms.

"Mmm, you're so fucking wet for me." He husks, one hand trailing down my side to grip my hip possessively. "I bet you're lacking to feel me inside you, aren't you?" His hips roll up, pressing his hardness against my slick heat.

Unable to form a coherent response, I whimper and nod desperately, my body betraying just how badly you crave his touch. Damian lets out a low, satisfied chuckle.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you exactly what you need." With that, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his large, defined muscles. I don't get much time to take him in as he quickly unbuckles his pants and lifts me effortlessly, positioning me over his throbbing length. Slowly, torturously, he lowers me down, stretching and filling me in one smooth motion.

The feeling is indescribable, a perfect blend of pleasure and sweet, delicious pain. I let out a strangled moan, my nails sinking into his broad shoulders as I savor the sensation of being so completely and utterly full.

"Shitttt~ Take me just like that, baby. You're doing so good." Damian praises, his voice strained with restraint. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him with desperate, rhythmic motions. I whine with desire as I stretch around him. This feels different than with Adonis. Donnie could barely push all the way into me with how long his cock was. Although, Damian could fill me just right. Not only that, his girth was thicker. I look down, watching myself slide down onto his length as I let out a high pitched moan.

"Please, please, please~" I beg with desperation as I pull his chest against mine, my brows knit together in ecstasy. Dame groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, baby." He growls, his hips snapping up to meet my motions. I yelp as he fills me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. I can feel the coil of pleasure tightening once more, only spurring me on further. "Ride me like that, baby. I wanna feel you come undone on my cock." He whispers.

I press down and grind against him, his cock straining against my walls. Damian's eyes darken with pure lust as he works his cock deeper inside me, thrusting his hips up with more force. His hands slide down to where we're joined, his calloused fingers finding my sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs firm, sensual circles, eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure from my lips.

"Dame~" I Whimper, my walls fluttering around his impressive girth. "I'm so close..." He let's out a feral groan, his tempo increasing as he chases both of our releases.

"Come for me, baby." He demands, his teeth grazing my neck as his arms tighten around me. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my head back as I bounce on his dick, my tits finally falling free of my tight dress. Damian's mouth latches onto one pert nipple, sucking on it with an insatiable hunger.

I let out a strangled gry of pleasure, my nails raking down his back as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. Dame's cock stretches and fills me perfectly, each movement sending electric shocks of bliss ricocheting through my body.

"I- I'm gonna~" I don't finish my sentence as I gasp loudly, my movements becoming frantic and erratic. He matches me, his thrusts becoming more deep and punishing as his mouth crashes into mine. My vision whites out as the most intense orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing in Dame's arms. He swallows my cries of ecstasy as he continues to move within me, drawing out every last aftershock of my release.

"That's my girl," he praises, his voice strained with his own impending climax. He continues to rub relentlessly at my clit and I can do nothing but become putty in his hands.

"Dame!" I squeal, biting my lip hard as I try to take it.

"That's right, baby. Say my name," He says lowly, his thrust becoming harder and random. He pulls me flush against him with each punishing thrust until the tension within him finally snaps. With a guttural groan, he spills himself deep inside me. His hips stutter and jerk as he rides out his climax, his grip on me bordering on bruising.

As I feel his warmth fill me, I can't help but sigh heavily, laying my head on his shoulder. Damian lets out a deep, contented sigh as I lay my head on his shoulder, our bodies still intimately joined. As I pant heavily, he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from my face.

"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax." He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. HIs arms wrap around me, holding me close as the last tremors of our shared release subside.

"You did so good." Dame breathes with a note of awe in his voice. "I mean, I knew you'd feel incredible, but you've just... You're a goddess." He says as if he's just realizing now that he's met an angel in disquise.

"That was…" I start, unable to find the words. He chuckles warmly, pulling me close against his chest as his fingers trace soothing patterns along my spine. He softens inside me, pulling out slowly as he lays me down on the couch. Standing up, he goes leaves the livingroom briefly. My body relaxes as I lay on the couch, waiting for him to come back.

Damian returns with a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleans me up, his touch tender and caring - a stark contrast to his earlier intensity. As he wipes away the evidence of our shared intimacy, something stirs inside him.

He'd only known about me, because I was seen with Adonis. And, honestly, he only went after me to get back at him and throw Donnie off of his game. But seeing me like this, all he wants to do is take care of me and treat me right.

There was something so wrong about this. He'd slept with many women before and he had plenty of women still lined up that wanted him badly. After all, he's the champ. But as he gazes over me, my beautiful form on the edge of sleep, he can't help but feel something. He doesn't know what it is, but it's definitely not something he's felt with anyone else.

His hand comes up and brushes against the soft skin on my face. He pauses slightly as he wrestles with the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him. Something about me has reached past his carefully constructed walls, and Dame finds himself wanting - no, needing - more than a simple one night stand.

But he pushes those thoughts aside for now, focusing instead on savoring the moment. Once he's finished cleaning up our mess, he tosses the cloth aside and gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. His fingertips trace feather-light patterns along my bare skin, sending pleasurable shivers through my body.

"I could hold you like this all night," he murmurs, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head. "But I'm sure you're exhausted after that." I nod, my cheek pressed against his chest as I melt into him. The corner of his mouth turns up as he caresses my curves.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up and into a nice hot shower, hm? Then we can go to bed." He suggests, a loving look in his eye.

"Can we do that?" I ask, looking up at him wearily as my voice is barely above a whisper. His gaze softens as he looks down at me.

"Of course, baby." He scoops me up effortlessly, carrying me towards the bathroom as my head rests against his chest. The care and tenderness in his actions makes my heart flutter, and I can't help but wonder, where this is going to go. But I push that thought to the back of my mind as I just want to enjoy the moment.

[bloodibambiidoll]

All You Have To Do Is Ask

(Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson)

Summary: Ever since your boyfriend Steve found out that you lost your virginity to your friend Eddie he can’t stop thinking about the two of you together, the fantasies of you and Eddie tangled together running through his mind on repeat. It starts off with just the two of you but when the fantasies start to evolve and Eddie is touching him too, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it. WK:9k (idk how that happened)

Warnings: Modern AU, Everyone’s in their mid 20s, Kinda fuck boy Eddie in the beginning, Steve is having major bipanic, Dom!Eddie, kinda Sub!Steve, Sub!Reader, handjobs, oral (both m & f receiving), facial (Steve cums on readers face), cum eating, unprotected sex, threesome, choking, hair pulling, pining all around, kinda angst because Eddie loves reader and thinks it’s one sided, but it happy endings from me always! I think that’s it? If I missed any please lmk! 18+MNDI

A/N: Okay this one took me forever because I kept changing my mind about how I wanted it and I’m still not obsessed with how it turned out but thank you to my lovely betas @bimbobaggins69 @lilthbunny & @reidsbtch for hyping me up, I probably would’ve scraped this entire idea if it wasn’t for you guys.🖤

It was a hot summer day and Eddie was over at you and Steve’s apartment complex to take advantage of the pool and if he didn’t know any better he would think you were trying to torture him. You were laying on your side on one of the lounge chairs in this little black bikini and no matter how hard he tried to focus on anything else his eyes kept wandering back to the way your tits were squeezed into the top and the way bottoms fit your ass perfectly.

Then there was fucking Eddie, sitting on the chair across from you dramatically telling a story with his hands. He was shirtless and he had pulled his shaggy locks into a low bun. Droplets from it still being wet dripped down his chest and Steve found himself wanting to lick it off, chlorine be damned.

The way the water and sweat made his skin glisten made Steve think about him being sweaty in other situations.

Like you on your hands and knees while Eddie railed you from behind. Eddie between your legs eating your pussy like a man starved. Or you with your mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s cock, drool dripping down your chin from gagging. The scenes have been playing out in his head like a movie he couldn’t seem to stop watching. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

It all started a few weeks ago when Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan came over to you and Steve’s. You were all sitting in the living room having a few drinks and passing around a blunt Eddie brought when the topic of how everyone lost their virginity came up.

Obviously when it came to Nancy’s story, she didn’t go into detail but her bringing it up in any capacity was enough to make Steve feel a little awkward. But that feeling didn’t last long, Eddie’s story brought on a whole different set of emotions.

“I lost mine on my sixteenth birthday, I had just got the van and I took this really awesome girl out to lovers lake. I wasn’t even expecting anything, we had been close friends for a while and I didn’t think she thought of me that way. But she straddled me and told me she wanted to give me her virginity for my birthday. I remember being such a fumbly idiot because I was so surprised but she was so sexy and confident about it. Honestly the best possible way I could’ve lost it.” He looked Steve in the eyes and smirked like he knew something he didn't.

“Oh my god Eddie! You make it sound like it was so romantic we bumped heads the first time we tried to kiss and then you spent almost 5 minutes trying to get my bra off because you were determined to do it yourself ‘for practice’” You giggled and smacked him on the arm.

“Wait… you guys?” Steve felt his mouth go dry because you never told him this, granted he hasn’t told you about how he lost his virginity either, but still, it seems like this would’ve come up considering how often Eddie is around now.

“Still wouldn’t change it for the world princess. You’re forgetting the part where we went back to my trailer and I made you scream my name all night long.”

“Oh my fucking god Eddie… shut up.” You laughed as you took the blunt from his hand to take a pull off of it.

Steve felt his cheeks grow hot, but not for the reason he was expecting. Normally he would feel jealous to some extent that the guy his girlfriend lost her virginity to was sitting in the living room of their shared apartment telling the story like it was the best night of his life but something about the way Eddie was talking made him blush.

“To answer your question Steve, yeah we did, and not just that time.” Eddie took a sip of his beer, a bit of it not making it into his mouth causing it to drip down his chin and for a split second Steve thought about licking it off... Wait what the fuck?

“Were you guys like… together?”

“No honey, we were just friends with benefits, we still went on dates with and saw other people. But neither of us found someone good enough to keep around, until I met you.” You smiled sweetly at him, pushing back a piece of his hair that came out of place.

“Best friends with benefits, thank you very much. But for me I don’t think I’ll ever find someone good enough to keep around, I’m good on all that lovey dovey shit. Speaking of, this has been wonderful my dear friends, but alas, this girl I've been talking to sent me a nude and asked me what I was doing over an hour ago. So I must bid you all farewell.” How bowed, exiting in a typical Eddie fashion, leaving Steve feeling more confused than he ever had in his life.

The night went on without it being mentioned again, but it was all Steve could think about, even as he laid in bed trying to fall asleep he couldn’t shake the visions of you and Eddie tangled together.

The fantasies keep evolving beyond Steve’s control, at first it was just you and Eddie in various states of pleasure. The first fantasies were focused on you, the way your eyes roll in the back of your head when you cum, those sweet little whimpers you make when he hits just the right spot, the way your tits bounce when you ride him… which were his regular fantasies but the only difference being Eddie was the one fucking you instead of him. Then they started to shift, his mind started to focus on the way Eddie’s hands would look on your body, the faces and sounds he might make, what his cock would look like slipping in and out of your tight wet pussy. They shifted again when he started imaging himself there with you, watching Eddie make you fall apart underneath him, maybe even joining in, fucking your face while he has a perfect view of Eddie taking you from behind. But they truly took a turn when he started to imagine how Eddie’s lips might feel against his, if his hands would feel rough against his skin from years of guitar playing, what his dick might feel like inside him and not just you.

But he didn’t think that was something that could ever happen. What if he made you uncomfortable by bringing it up? What if you thought he was weird? What if you didn’t love him anymore? On top of all of that, even if you were okay with it, he wasn’t sure if Eddie even likes guys.

“Hey baby, you okay?” Steve was snapped out of his trance by the sound of your voice, looking over at you with a look that he hoped looked semi composed.

“Huh? Yeah honey, I’m good. Just thinking about how much I love you.”

“I love you too, silly boy. You sure you’re okay? You checked out for a second there.” You sit up next to him on the lounge chair so you can put your head on his shoulder and rub little circles on his bicep with the tips of your fingers.

“Hmm? Yeah, I think I’m just starting to get a little hungry or something, I’m fine baby, I promise.” He smiles at you sweetly, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“You wanna head inside soon and get something to eat?”

“Yeah I-“

“God damn.” Eddie groans, cutting Steve off while looking at his phone with wide eyes.

“What? Another nude? You’re such a hoe.” You snort, at this point you were used to him bragging about his exploits even if it did give you a weird feeling you forced yourself to ignore.

“Yeah. This guy just sent me a dick pic and it’s fucking nice. Wanna see it Steve?” He looks Steve directly in the eyes and smirks.

Steve’s eyes grow wide and he tries his best to compose himself before speaking.

“Do I wanna-? What? Why would I? Why would I want to see it?” Despite his best efforts his voice cracks slightly and he internally scolds himself.

“I don’t know.” Eddie shrugs. “Just thought you might be interested is all.”

Steve’s head is spinning, why would Eddie ask him that? Did he know? Was he too obvious? Eddie likes guys?

“I didn’t - uh - I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“You didn’t know that? I feel like it’s common knowledge that Eddie likes to fuck dudes Stevie.” You laugh knowingly at your boyfriend’s reaction. You had noticed that he’s been acting sort of strange lately, not distant, just kind of spacey like he has something on his mind. At first you thought maybe he was thinking about breaking up with you but the amount of times he’s been railing you into the mattress lately said otherwise. Everytime you asked him if he was okay he said everything was fine, but you knew your Stevie and you knew something was up. So you started racking your brain, observing his behavior, and you finally came to a conclusion.

You started to notice the way Steve would look at Eddie when he thought no one noticed, the way his eyes lingered on his hands for just a little too long, and most of all how flustered Eddie made him. After thinking back on it you realized his behavior changed the night he found out that you and Eddie used to fuck. Then it all clicked into place, Steve has a crush on Eddie. You’ve considered bringing it up to him on multiple occasions but you didn’t want to push him to talk about it and freak him out so you just waited to see if he would bring it up himself.

But it’s been weeks now and you can tell it’s starting to really weigh on him. It didn’t help that Eddie was constantly giving him shit and not so subtly flirting with him.

“Yeah Steve, I don’t just like guys though, I love them.”

Eddie’s brown orbs are still boring into Steve’s hazel ones and he feels like he might actually pass out.

“Oh. Well, that’s uh - that’s cool man, good for you.”

“It’s really good for me, Steve. Have you ever thought about it, being with a guy?”

You bite your lip, imagining Steve with a guy, but not just any guy…Eddie. Ever since you picked up on Steve’s little crush you can’t stop thinking about them together, all of you together, really. You didn’t think it would ever really happen, but in this moment, something was shifting.

“Stevie, will you go upstairs and start the sandwiches? Me and Eds will gather up the stuff and meet you up there.” You cupped his face, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Yeah uh - I’ll go do that.” Steve sighed, relieved that you gave him a way out of this conversation, he stood up and placed a kiss on your head before trying to walk off as casually as he could with the slight boner he was starting to sport.

“Edward Munson, what in the hell was that?” You glare at him, but there’s a glint in your eye and a smirk on your lips that tells him you aren’t really upset at all.

“I was just giving him shit babe, don’t be mad at me.” He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, his bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“I’m not mad, if anything, I’m intrigued, and a little turned on.”

“Yeah?” His breath picks up and his heart feels like it’s going to beat out of his chest. It’s one thing teasing Steve but you sitting here telling him it turns you on… well that’s a whole different situation that he’s not sure how to handle. Eddie has gained a lot of confidence since he has last been with you, he feels secure in his ability to be in control and make people want him… but you? You make him feel like he’s a nervous teenager again.

“Yeah.” You nod, biting your lip. “I think it turns Steve on too… he just doesn’t know how to admit it.”

“Well that, I do know. Every time I flirt with him even a little he looks like he’s gonna pass out.” Eddie snorts, his eyes searching your face for any signs that you’re uncomfortable or jealous. But all he sees is lust there and it makes him feel like he’s the one that’s gonna pass out.

“I think… what if… You wanna test something out with me?” Your bare foot reaches out to caress his calf, your eyes are filled with fire and your bottom lip is secured between your teeth.

“What - what did you have in mind?” If it’s what he thinks it is… he might actually lose it.

“I think you know Eddie… but if you want me to lay it out plain and simple I want you and Steve to both fuck me… and each other, while I watch.” Your foot continues to rub little circles along his bare calf and he feels himself growing hard at this small amount of contact alone. He missed the feeling of your skin.

“Do you think he would be fine with that? Or even into it? I don’t want to freak him out or make him think I’m trying to steal his girl or something.” He’s tried really fucking hard to not flirt with you or look at you for too long but if he’s given the go ahead he’s not sure he will be able to hold back.

He doesn’t want to upset Steve, he likes him and not just because he thinks it’s adorable how flustered he gets when he teases him or the way he wants to take a bite out of his peachy little ass but he’s come to really like him as a person and a friend too. But Eddie loves you, he always has, he’s always regretted letting you go, trying his best to fill the void and bury those feelings in person after person. It never worked, he would feel good for a bit but as soon as it was over and sometimes even during his mind would always drift to you.

“He won’t think that… plus it’s not stealing if you share… C’mon Eddie bear… you knowwww you want to.” You giggle as you stand up, turning around to grab your towel off the chair giving Eddie a perfect view of you in your swimsuit from behind. The bottoms sat high on your ass and the way they tightened against you when you bent over made it so he could see the outline of your pussy and he groaned.

“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, I swear.”

You tilt your head over your shoulder to smirk at him, leaning down to grab your bag before walking toward the pool gate.

“You coming?”

“Wait!” He quickly grabbed his towel and ran after you. “You asked me if I wanted to try something, what are we trying exactly?”

“When it happens, you’ll know. Just follow my lead.” You winked at him as you pulled the gate open, leading the way back to your apartment, making sure to swing your hips just a little extra as he trailed behind you.

Once you got inside you decided to take a quick shower to get the sweat and chlorine off of you. It took everything in your power not to let your hand travel between your legs as the warm water cascaded down your body. Your mind ran wild with the thoughts of the two boys just a wall away from you.

You exited the shower feeling pent up, so you decided it was time to put your plan in motion. You dried off before generously applying your favorite lotion all over your body, you take your hair out of the bun you threw it into to keep it dry and fluff it a bit in the mirror happy enough with how it looks since you’re hoping to get it pulled later anyways. You wrap your towel around yourself and walk across the hall into your bedroom without turning your back, but you feel eyes on you. You click the door shut gently, walking over to your dresser to find something sexy but still comfortable.

You decided on your tiniest black spandex shorts with no underwear and a little pink tank top that was thin enough to see the outline of your nipples without a bra. You topped it off with fuzzy black thigh highs and smirked at yourself in the full length mirror. Steve loved it when you wore this outfit.

You take a deep breath, hyping yourself up before exiting the room. When you step into the living area Steve and Eddie are sitting on opposite ends of the couch, both on their phones with three plates sitting in front of them on the coffee table. Eddie had changed back into his jeans but his shirt was off and Steve was still in just his bright red slightly shorter than normal swim trunks. You bite your lip as you walk around the couch and scoot past Eddie, your ass practically swallowing those little shorts stopping in front of his face for just a moment longer than necessary.

“Hi boys, you didn’t have to wait for me to eat.” You say as you plop down between them, your thighs and tits bouncing deliciously in the corner of each of their eyes.

“You know I like to eat with you baby.” Steve leans into you, placing his large hand on the sliver of skin between your sock and your thigh.

“You guys are kind of disgusting, cute, but disgusting.” Eddie says as he picks up his sandwich, taking a large bite.

“Awww don’t be jealous Eddie bear, I’m sure Steve would grab your thigh too, if you ask nicely.”

Eddie inhales a piece of his sandwich, coughing as it hits the back of his throat, he grabs his water off the table and eagerly takes a drink.

“Wha-? Why would I? What?”

“Why would you do that? Because I know you want to…” You place your hand over his, pushing it slightly higher on your thigh as you clench them together.

“I don’t - I mean -“ Steve runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “Why are you being so casual about this?”

“About what honey?” You ask innocently.

“You know what… How did you know? Are you mad? I’m sorry. It’s okay if you don’t-“

“Steve! Calm down. I know you like Eddie because you aren’t as sneaky as you think you are. I caught on about a week ago that you’ve been acting strange ever since you found out Eddie and I slept together. Also no I’m not mad, I already told Eddie it turns me on.” You bring your leg up to rest over his thighs, giving him a perfect view of your pussy in those tight little shorts. If they weren’t black he would be able to see how wet you are.

“You told him? You guys… talked about me?” There was a panicked look in his eyes that you wanted to soothe immediately.

“Yeah we did pretty boy, we talked about how cute you are when you get all flustered… and if you want to put your hand on my thigh, be my guest.” Eddie smirked, patting his large ringed hand against his jean clad thigh. “As long as it’s okay with your lady, that is.”

“Mmm that’s okay with me, as long as I get to touch you too…” Eddie took note of the fact that you just said touch in the general sense this time, nothing about his thigh.

“Yeah - uh - as long as that’s okay with Steve too…” The thought of not just Steve but you touching him was making him squirm.

“Yeah I - um… I think I’d be okay with that, yeah.” Steve sighed, and his grip on your thigh tightened.

“Yeah?” You looked him in the eyes, searching for any signs of doubt but you didn’t find any. Definitely some nervousness, but above all you saw a hunger in him that you’ve never seen before.

“Yeah.” He said more confidently this time.

“Cool.” You smirked as you turned your head towards Eddie, your eyes not leaving his as you brought your hand to rest as high on his thigh as it could be without fully palming his cock. “Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss me.”

He feels like he’s been waiting years to hear you say those words again, because he has and he doesn’t wait another second to take your face in his hands and crash his lips against yours. Your hand leaves his thigh and snakes into his hair like it has many times before, you pull slightly causing him to moan into the kiss. You feel his tongue swipe across your bottom lip but instead of granting him access you pull away, leaving him to subconsciously chase after your touch.

“Now kiss Steve.” You wrap your hand around the back of his neck and give him this look that makes him feel like he would do anything you asked in that moment, maybe even whenever you wanted. He’s never felt like that about anyone besides you.

You turn your head towards Steve, bringing your other hand to the back of your boyfriend’s neck.

“Would you like that baby? You want Eddie to kiss you, just like you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Uh huh - yeah.” Steve nods dumbly, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that this was really happening right now.

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice, he reaches across you to grab Steve’s face and pull his lips into kiss. Steve moans, the kiss feels like letting go of a deep breath he’s been holding for weeks and he wants more more more. His hands come up to Eddie’s shoulders to pull him closer and they’re practically squishing you but as you watch Eddie’s tongue dart into Steve’s mouth you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Your hand snakes between your legs and you start to slowly grind against your palm, watching as Eddie practically devours your boyfriend. Steve is letting out these little whimpers you’ve never heard before and Eddie’s groans are something you don’t even realize you missed. A breathy moan escapes your lips and it causes the boys to break from their kiss, their eyes turning to look at you.

They both groan in unison at the sight of you, your tiny shorts hugging your body just right as you grind against your palm, your tits practically spilling out of that little top, breathy gasps leaving your mouth as your chest rapidly rises up and down.

“Awww it looks like someone’s feeling a little needy? You always were such a needy little slut.” Eddie's hand comes up to your jaw and cups your chin causing you to moan at the same time that Steve’s gaps, his eyes going wide in surprise.

“What? Do you guys not play like that? Does Stevie not know how naughty his little sweetheart really is?”

Steve is speechless, trying and failing to find words, he’s never been this hard in his life.

“Tell him princess, tell him how much of a little cock slut you are.” Eddie’s grip on your chin tightens slightly, causing your lips to pout, using his hand to tilt your head so you’re looking at your very flustered boyfriend.

“I’m a little - fuck - a little cock slut.��� No one but Eddie has ever made you feel this way. Steve was rough with you sometimes but he was more of an attentive lover. You never trusted any of your other partners enough to give them this kind of power over you but Eddie immediately had you slipping into that space with him like you never left. His hand leaves your chin only to wrap loosely around your neck and pull you close to his chest.

“You don’t play rough with her pretty boy? She’s really fun like this.”

“I mean I do… just not… like that.” Steve’s eyes are all over the place, Eddie’s hand on your throat, the way his arm is pressed between your tits, Eddie’s bare chest. It was like his fantasy come to life but better.

“You gonna be a good girl for us, huh princess?” Eddie's grip on your throat tightens and it causes your eyes to roll back.

“Mhm.” You nod the best you can against his grip, your head starting to go fuzzy in the best way. Eddie’s hand leaves your throat to leave a harsh slap on your thigh that causes you to yelp.

“Use your words, or have you forgotten everything I taught you?” Eddie’s voice is a growl in your ear but his eyes are still boring directly into Steve’s.

“Yeah, yes, I’ll be a good girl.”

“You hear that Stevie? She’s gonna be a good girl for us, gonna let us play with her just how she likes. I think you’re going to be learning some things about not just yourself but your girl too tonight. You want that, want me to teach you?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Steve’s hand comes down to palm his cock that feels like it’s about to bust out of his shorts.

“Alright. Get on your knees baby, now.”

Eddie releases his grip on your neck, his hands leaving you completely as he backs up to give you space to get up. You slide off the couch and onto your knees, deciding to tease them a little you crawl a few feet forward. Your tiny shirts are gripping your ass, the socks are hugging your thighs just right causing two different groans to sound behind you. You turn around to face them, tucking your legs under you as you sit on your knees with your hands folded in your lap, putting on your best “good girl” face.

You look between the two men, both of their eyes eating up every inch of you. Steve looks like he’s about to combust, his cheeks are flushed and his dick is so hard it looks like it’s about to rip his shorts open at the seams. Eddie’s more calm with a cocky look on his face but the slight dusting of red on his cheeks and the way his pants weren’t looking like they were holding on much better than Steve’s gave you a tiny glimpse of that fumbling teenage boy that you fell for that night in the van.

They were still sitting on opposite ends of the couch and you wanted them closer. You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted them closer to each other or you, but preferably both.

“Okay princess, want me to show your pretty boyfriend how you like to be played with?” Eddie leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, his chin coming to rest on top of his folded hands. You wanted to bite his bare shoulders and suck his fingers into your mouth. He was so fucking hot.

“Yes, please sir.” You clench your thighs together and a whimper involuntarily leaves your mouth.

“I will baby, I’ll show him just how you like it. But first I’m gonna teach Steve how to play with me.” Eddie scoots across the couch quickly closing the distance between him and your boyfriend. His hand came to rest on Steve’s bare upper thigh. “You want that, pretty boy?”

“Yeah - yes.” Steve’s chest is rising up and down rapidly as his breath picks up, his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and his dick twitches in his shorts. You could almost cum just looking at him. You watch as Eddie’s other hand comes up to tangle his fingers into Steve’s hair. He pulls Steve close to him, smashing his lips against his in a way that could only be described as hungry, starving even. Steve’s arms wrap around Eddie’s neck, pulling him closer, you see their tongues dart into each other's mouths and god this was hotter than you ever imagined.

Eddie’s hand inches up to palm Steve’s cock and you hear him moan into the kiss. Eddie palms him for a few seconds before grabbing him through the fabric causing Steve to break the kiss and throw his head back. This was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen, and even though you know from your time playing with Eddie that you weren’t supposed to touch yourself without permission, you just couldn’t help yourself.

You slide your hand into your shorts, running your fingers through your wetness before bringing them up to rub circles around your clit. Eddie shoves his hand down Steve’s shorts almost in tandem with you and it only eggs you on more. You tried to hold your moans in as best you as you could, they were so lost in each other they hadn’t even noticed what you were up to.

Eddie has Steve’s shorts pulled down enough for his cock to be on display, fully jerking him off now and the sight causes you to slip up, a small whimper escaping you.

Eddie’s eyes snap toward you and as soon as he catches sight of your hand down your shorts he fucking smirks.

“Aww is somebody getting a little worked up over there? Feeling a little left out?” He mocks pouts at you.

“I mean left out wouldn’t be the right word, I’m kind of enjoying the show if I’m being honest.” You hadn’t stopped rubbing your clit, and Eddie was still jerking Steve off like it was his job. Steve was just focusing on not cumming, between the dynamic that you and Eddie were displaying, your hands down your pants, and the speed Eddie was jerking him off he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Why don’t we give you a front row seat then?” Eddie stands to his feet, leaving an edged Steve sitting on the couch trying to catch his breath. Eddie walks over so he’s standing above you, looking down at you like prey. “Steve, get over here.”

Your eyes dart over to Steve as he walks towards you looking bashful, kicking his shorts off on the way.

“Hey baby.” You smile up at him sweetly, running your hand up his thigh, your other still rubbing tight circles over your clit.

“Hi honey.” He reaches his hand down to cup your face and runs his thumb across the apple of your cheek. “You look so pretty down there… you know I love it when you wear this.” His hand runs down your neck to your shoulder where he tugs lightly on the thin strap of your top.

You clench your hand between your thighs, rocking against it as you make direct eye contact with your boyfriend. You feel a hand in your hair jerking you the opposite direction causing your eyes to snap over to the other man in the room.

“Aren’t you guys sweet? I thought we were playing rough tonight? Also were you given permission to touch yourself?” Your hair is wrapped around his fist and he shakes your head from side to side in a taunting manner. You want him to fucking destroy you.

“No - no sir, I’m sorry.” Your hands movements pause but you don’t remove it from your shorts.

“Fuck.” Steve curses under his breath, you calling Eddie sir was doing things to him he never thought it would. He thinks he might want you to call him that one day.

“I guess you’ll just have to get yourself off while I play with Steve then? Since you wanna touch yourself so bad. You remember the traffic system?”

“Yes. Green is good. Yellow is slow down. Red is stop.” You nod your head the best you can against his grip.

“Good girl. Take your clothes off.” He releases you from his hold and turns to Steve as you hastily remove your clothes, leaving the socks on because you know it drives your boyfriend crazy. “You gonna be good for me too Stevie?” His hand reaches out to run down Steve’s broad chest, stopping just before his cock. Eddie runs the tips of his fingers across Steve’s abdomen and it makes him shiver.

“Yeah, I - uh - I’ll be good…” Steve’s face turns bright red and his breath starts to speed up again. Eddie turns to you with a fire in his eyes, spitting on his hand and bringing it to Steve’s cock, pumping him slowly.

“Okay. So here’s what’s going to happen… me and your pretty boyfriend are gonna get each other off and you don’t get to touch anyone but yourself, and then he’s going to cum on that pretty little face of yours. If you’re good, maybe I’ll give you a treat after.”

He reaches for the button on his pants, unzipping them and pulling them off in one swift motion, his cock springing out directly in your face. It makes you salivate, it’s even prettier than you remember. You want to lean forward and wrap your lips around him, you want them to both shove their cocks in your mouth as far as they will fit. But you also really fucking want them to touch you so you spread your legs further and bring your fingers back to your folds, rubbing your wetness around.

Neither of them seem to notice as Eddie takes Steve’s hand in his free one, spitting on it and bringing it to his cock. Steve lets out a groan, his hips thrusting into Eddie’s hand.

“Traffic system goes for you too, pretty boy.”

Steve nods and Eddie reaches his hand out to grab Steve’s throat, pulling him in to attach their lips. You watch as beads of precum start to drip from both of their tips, their hands jerking each other off in tandem. You reach down to insert two fingers inside yourself, your other hand joining it, continuing to rub circles against your clit.

Their moans and the way they’re grabbing each other is driving you crazy, and as much as you wish their hands were on you too the sight already had you close to the edge.

“Fucking shit, you guys are so hot.” Your moans increase in volume, your fingers speeding up as you rock against them.

Eddie breaks the kiss to look down at you, that damn smirk spreading across his lips.

“Did I say you could talk, slut?” He grips your cheeks, squishing your lips together and you whimper out a no.

“Looks like we’ll just have to shut you up then.”

He lets go of your face and brings his fingers up to Steve’s lips.

“Suck.” Steve eagerly wraps his lips around the digits, sucking greedily.

Eddie looks at him and sticks his tongue out expectantly. It takes Steve a second to catch on, the feeling of Eddie’s thick fingers in his mouth combined with how fast he was jerking his cock clouding his mind. Once he did he brought his own fingers up to Eddie’s mouth, moaning around the curly haired man’s fingers at the feeling of his tongue.

Eddie pulls his fingers from Steve’s mouth, rubbing his slick fingers against your lips. You’re quicker than Steve, taking the hint and immediately sucking his fingers into your mouth. He pulls his head back so Steve’s fingers slip out of his own mouth and your boyfriend is quicker this time, his fingers joining Eddie’s as you take all four digits into your mouth.

The feeling of your mouth being so full, the way they had started kissing loudly again above you, their hips thrusting into echoing others fists, and your own fingers pushed you over the edge. You cum hard, moaning and drooling around their fingers. You lock eyes with Steve as your orgasm crashes over you, your hips rocking against your own fingers as you moan around theirs.

“Good fucking girl, cumming for us like that. Isn’t she a good girl, Steve?” Eddie’s voice comes out a breathy groan, Steve’s hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Yeah - she’s so - fuck, she’s so fucking good.” Looking at your boyfriend you can tell by the way the speed of his hips has picked up as he thrusts into the other man’s hand and the moans leaving his lips that he’s close.

You pull your fingers out of your pussy but continue to run small circles over your clit, feeling sensitive after you just came. You moan around their fingers, drool dripping down your chin and onto your chest. You wrap your lips tighter around them and roll your tongue along the bottoms of the digits causing Steve to let out a loud groan.

“You gonna cum for us baby boy? Come on, cum all over her pretty little face.” Eddie pulls his fingers out of your mouth to grip your jaw and it causes Steve’s to fall from your lips as well. His grip is strong, holding you in place while he continues to send your boyfriend closer and closer to the edge. “Stick your tongue out.”

Steve is a mess, Eddie’s hand is slick with spit and precum against his cock, you’re staring up at him with your tongue sticking out, your eyes are glazed over and Eddie’s hand looks just how he imagined it would on you, you still have drool coating your lips and chin and Steve can’t take it anymore. He cums hard, his cum coats your tongue, dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

“Holy fucking shit.” Steve groans when Eddie’s hand releases his over sensitive cock, his hands coming up to run through his silky locks. Your tongue is still out, more cum starting to slide down onto your chest. Eddie looks at you entranced for a moment before getting down on his knees in front of you, leaning down to run his tongue between your tits, stopping to lick across your chin before sucking your tongue into his mouth, intertwining it with his.

He greedily takes Steve’s cum into his mouth, moaning into the kiss.

“Mmm I just had to find out what pretty boy tastes like.”

Eddie pulls away from you, your face is in his big hands and the look in his eyes is that same one from earlier that almost takes you back to your first time with him. He was looking at you with adoration. Even though he just ate your boyfriend’s cum from your mouth, this somehow felt more intimate.

“You gonna let me fuck you now baby? While Steve watches? Just like all his little fantasies.”

“Yeah, please, please fuck me Eddie.” Your voice came out a whine and you didn’t even have it in yourself to be embarrassed about it, you weren’t above begging at this point.

“Okay, hands and knees, face the couch so Stevie has a good view while I fucking ruin his little princess.”

Steve shuffled towards the couch and took a seat on the middle cousin while you turned towards him on your knees, your back arched and your ass in the air giving Eddie the perfect view of your dripping wet pussy.

“How are you doing baby? Are you good?” You smiled sweetly at your boyfriend, who was still flushed from how hard he came minutes ago, but somehow it looked like he was already getting hard again. Steve had good stamina but this must really be doing it for him.

“Yeah honey, I’m good, great even. You look so fucking sexy. You both do.” You watch Steve’s eyes travel behind you and you can only assume he’s locking eyes with Eddie. What you didn’t see was the flustered look on his face when Steve complimented him for the first time.

You felt large ringed hands grab your ass, spreading it apart, right before you felt Eddie’s tongue dive directly into your pussy. You cry out at the sensation, knowing you would’ve felt forward if it wasn’t for Eddie's strong grip on your ass. His tongue ran circles along your clit before he took it into his mouth, sucking hard. One of his hands leaves your ass and you feel his large fingers circling your entrance before he pushes two deep inside you, immediately curling them just the right way.

“Fuck! Eddie oh my god, that’s so good fuck! That's so good.”

You start rocking back against his fingers as you open your eyes that fell closed to look at Steve, he’s almost fully hard again and he looks fucking feral. His eyes are dark and he’s biting his lip so hard that it looks like he could break the skin. He brings his hand to his cock to run his palm over his shaft, letting out a little groan at the feeling. Eddie continues licking and sucking your clit as his fingers drag against that perfect spot. You were so lost in just how good it felt, the feeling of finally having one of them touching you after waiting for what felt like hours that your orgasm snuck up on you.

“Oh my god - oh my god - I’m cumming I’m cumming fuuuuck.”

Your arms give out causing your face to hit the plush carpet but you’re too lost in pleasure to care. Eddie continues fucking his fingers into you through your high before pulling away. He looks Steve directly in the eyes as he brings his fingers coated in your wetness to his mouth, sucking them clean. You had barely come down from your high when you felt Eddie’s dick run through your folds.

“You taste even better than I remember, do you feel just as good too?” Eddie asked you as he pushed the head of his cock inside you. He pulls it out and pushes it back in a few times before shoving his cock halfway in you in one thrust. “Fuck, you feel even better than I remember.”

You know he is just trying to give you time to adjust but you can’t wait anymore, you need him inside you again. Now. You push back against him, the rest of his cock nestles deep inside you and you moan loudly at the feeling.

“Fuck Eds, you feel so good, please don’t hold back, I want you to ruin me.”

Eddie growls, grabbing onto your hips as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace. You push back up onto your hands so you can look at Steve and he’s fully hard now, his hand wrapped around his cock as he drinks you and Eddie in. His eyes don’t know where to settle, the look on your face, the way your ass jiggles as Eddie’s hands move to grip onto it, Eddie’s hands. He could see the way his cock was slipping in and out of you and the mixture of the sounds of your skin slapping together and the sounds leaving both of you making him crazy.

“This what you wanted Steve? Just wanted to see me ruin your girl?” Eddie’s hands leave your ass, one snaking around to rub your clit and the other yanking you up by your hair so your back was flush against his chest. This new angle had him hitting deeper, his fingers slipped along your dripping pussy in tandem with his thrusts and you felt yourself already getting close again.

“Yeah this is what I wanted, it’s been better than I imagined, fuuuuck.”

You watch as your boyfriend tilts his head down to spit on his cock, his moans getting breathier. Eddie continued to pound into you, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around your throat and your third orgasm of the night hit you light a freight train.

“God damn this pussy is so fucking tight, feels so good when you clench around me like that baby, shit. Can you be a good girl and do it again for me, huh?” Eddie’s voice is rough in your ear and if he kept it up how he was going you were going to be cumming again very soon.

“Yeah - yeah I’ll be - fuuuuck oh my god! I’ll be good, I'll be such a good girl for you and Stevie wanna be your best girl.”

“Turn around, I wanna watch you when you come undone under me again.”

Eddie pulls his cock out of you and scoots back to give you room to turn around. You lay on your back and look up at him, his hair is all over the place, his eyes blown wide, there’s a sheen of sweat on his broad chest that made his tattoos almost shine. He was beautiful, in that moment you realized how much you missed this, missed him. You couldn’t help but think that you didn’t want this to be a one time thing, you wanted more. You wanted them both all the time and you almost felt greedy for it but before you had too much time to linger on those thoughts Eddie was gripping your thighs and throwing them around his hips. He takes his cock in one hand, pushing it deep into your pussy in one thrust. He resumes fucking you as hard and fast as he was before, causing your eyes to roll back.

Meanwhile Steve was going insane, he has a better view of Eddie’s cock now, it’s coated in your cum and sliding so deliciously in and out of you. But his eyes keep traveling back to Eddie’s face, he would hold eye contact with him each time, the moans Steve had been dying to hear for weeks, he was licking and biting his lips and Steve could not stop thinking about them being wrapped around his cock.

“If you want me to suck your cock pretty boy, all you have to do is ask.” Eddie smirks at Steve, he could see the way his eyes kept lingering on his lips and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want his mouth on him.

“Yeah? You sure it’s me that wants it and not you? You did say you loved guys. Prove it.”

Eddie’s thrusts momentarily falter at the tone of the other man’s voice, Steve seemed so nervous before but the way he was looking at him now made him feel like he was gonna bust.

“Come over here then.” He sticks his tongue out, his thrusts picking up again.

Steve stands to his feet, walking over to stand over Eddie. He grabs his cock in his hand and taps it on the metal head's tongue a few times before pushing it into his mouth with a groan. Eddie starts eagerly bobbing his head up and down on Steve’s cock while he continues to pound into you.

“Fuuuuuckkk, oh my god, yeah that’s fucking - that’s so fucking good.” Steve feels like he’s going to cum again already. You’re looking up at him while profanities leave your lips and Eddie’s big brown eyes are locked on Steve’s face. One of his hands comes up to cup Steve’s balls and he loses it. Grabbing two fistfuls of Eddie’s hair and shoving his cock deep into his throat.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, you want that? You seem like you’d be into that.” Eddie nods as best as he can and Steve takes that as the go ahead, thrusting in and out of the other man’s mouth. “You look so good baby, taking Eddie’s dick so good, look at you. Fuck! Yeah that’s so good, fuck, you’re fucking her so good. You guys are so fucking hot.”

“You guys are so hot too fuck. Fuck Eddie you feel so good, just like I remember. I want you to fuck me full, I wanna make you cum.” Eddie’s hand that isn’t on Steve’s balls comes to rub your clit and angle your hips so he’s hitting that perfect stop again. “I’m gonna fucking cum! Shit! Cum with me please please I want you both to cum with me.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck” Steve shoves his cock far down Eddie’s throat, causing him to gag and the feeling sends him over the edge, spilling down his throat. Eddie pulls off his cock, turning towards you to grab your jaw.

“Open” You stick your tongue out and he spits Steve’s cum into your mouth, sharing your boyfriend's cum with each other for the second time that night. “Good fucking girl, you’re such a good girl.”

You cum the hardest you have all night, your walls clench around Eddie’s cock and the feeling sends him over the edge. Hot ropes off his cum spilling inside you he fucks you through it until his thrusts falter and he collapses in top of you. After a second rolls off of you onto his back on the ground, the feeling of him slipping out of you makes you feel empty. Steve gets down on the ground next to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you passionately. You turn towards him, letting your fingers tangle into his hair. You get lost in the kiss for a moment and then you hear Eddie shuffle beside you.

You remove your lips from Steve’s to look over at him and he’s already standing up. Grabbing his pants and pulling them up his legs. You watch as he walks toward the chair that his shirt was laying on, and you push yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. He pulls his shirt over his head and starts walking towards the door to his shoes.

“Eddie? Where are you going? Are you leaving?” You scramble to your feet, hastily walking over to him.

“Uh - yeah? I don’t wanna linger, I'm sure you guys have shit to do.” He starts pulling his socks on his feet and you rip them from his hands.

“What do you mean linger? You want to leave?” You look at him with your brows knitted together, a pout on your lips and Eddie thinks he would give you just about anything. But you aren’t his, and he can’t stay here and watch you with Steve. Not after that, at least not right now.

“I mean, I figured this was just a one time get it out of your system kinda thing. I don’t usually stick around after hookups.” Eddie shrugged, trying to keep his face nonchalant.

“That’s all this was to you? A hookup? I thought…”

“Was it more than that to you?” His voice came out soft, almost nervous.

“I mean I was hoping we could, I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” You sighed, letting your head drop in frustration. You wanted him to stay.

“We want you to stay. If you want to. It doesn’t have to be a one time thing. I know you both don’t want it to be, and I don’t either. I might not be sneaky but you aren’t either, I see the way you look at each other.” Steve comes up behind you, his hands running up and down your arms, reassuring you with his touch.

“I - what do you even mean? You want me to be like your boy toy or something? I don’t know if I’m up for that.”

Eddie shakes his head, he can’t handle being someone you just fooled around with sometimes. He tried to shove the feelings down for so long but today just proved to him that he couldn’t just pretend he didn’t love you anymore. He also really likes Steve, he could see himself loving him one day and that terrifies him.

“No, I was thinking more like… boyfriend.” Steve wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling your still naked body against his. “That’s what you want, isn’t it baby? You want Eddie around all the time?”

“Yeah but-“

“No buts, I’m not jealous or upset, I know you love me. I want him too, I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t okay with it, if I didn’t want it.” He runs his nose along the side of your throat before bringing his lips up to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“I - uh - yeah, okay. Only if Eddie wants though.. I know he doesn’t do relationships and this is a really weird situation and-“

“Hey. Baby.” Eddie walks up to you now, taking your face in his hands. “You wanna know why I don’t do relationships? You. It’s always been you. Yeah this is a weird situation but if I get to have you? And I get to have a boyfriend with a cute little ass too? Doesn't sound too bad to me…”

“Yeah?” You look at him with a twinkle in your eye, like he hung the stars just for you, he missed you looking at him like that. He wouldn’t mind getting used to it. “How would that even work?”

“Don’t worry about that right now honey, we will figure it out together, okay? For now I think we should all get cleaned up. Take a nice shower, we can DoorDash some food and find a movie on Netflix.” Steve’s voice is soft and sweet, they are both touching you like you might break and their words make you want to cry tears of joy.

“Can I suck you guys off in the shower? When you had your fingers in my mouth I had this thought…”

“You are insatiable, there will be plenty of time for that. For now, let’s just be together. Yeah?” Eddie chuckles, squishing your cheeks playfully before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“So, you’ll stay?” You bring your hands to rest over his, nuzzling your face into his palms.

“I’ll stay as long as you want me too baby.”

“Even if it’s forever?” Steve’s voice comes from behind you and it warms your heart and soul.

“Even then.” Eddie smiles at him, pulling him in for a kiss.

You spend the rest of the night just being together, laughing and kissing, making plans and promises. It felt like the beginning of something beautiful, the beginning of forever, with your boys.

Taggies: @onegirlmanytales @taintedcigs @jamdoughnutmagician @laylaloves-ed 🖤🖤

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"Oh, so we DO love Steve..." | PART IV

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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: major character death (?), more plot-driven smut, strong language, anxiety-inducing themes, panic attacks, co-dependency, hot n heavy but low-key emotional s*x. MINORS, DNI. 18+

⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ SERIES MASTERLIST ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

When you do manage to get yourself out of bed and dressed for the day, which consists of an oversized long sleeved shirt that you stole from your uncle (because you liked it) along with some leggings and long white socks, you tell yourself to take a deep breath and accept whatever fate awaits you.

You've made your bed (literally, and figuratively speaking) so now you have to... well, not lie in it...

Anyway.

You walk downstairs to smell Steve at work in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious. Eddie sees you first, on the couch.

He grins and waves. "Mornin’, princess.”  

You smile and give him a little wave. "Howdy."

Robin walks in with a first aid kit to give him fresh bandages, visibly sagging with relief when she sees you.

“Oh thank God, you’re up. These kids are already on one...”

You can’t help but snort a laugh at that, taking in her frazzled state, and you ask her what you can do to help but she just says in a desperate voice, “Coffee, please, I love you.”  You grin and nod, hearing her and Eddie fussing over his dressing as you make for a hot cup of coffee.

You can hear the kids all around the corner, chirping lively from the kitchen. Even El is in there participating. Hopper’s voice is in the mix somewhere, grunting something about “indoor voices.”  Your uncle is arguing over something with Erica, balls deep in a heated debate.

When you round the corner, your eyes first land on Nancy. She’s sitting at the bar with Jonathan. She smiles at you shyly. Jonathan greets you out loud.

“Bauman Squared is up.”

The kids all get in a tizzy of excitement. Erica’s excitement is short-lived, given her intense debate with your uncle. But Dustin is rushing over to you, blabbering about something pertaining to the lifespan of canned goods, and Mike is chiming in from the table saying, “No, Dustin, hold up, okay?  So, Bauman, this is actually how it started.”

But your uncle cuts him off, asking them why they call you that when you both share the same last name. Joyce teasingly points out that he’s Murray and you’re Bauman.

Hopper adds to that, “yeah man, get with the program. Your niece is our favorite.” He shoots you a wink, and you give him a finger gun of approval.

Your uncle is rolling his eyes, but shoots you a desperate look — “Coffee. Black. Strong. Gracias.”   Erica resumes her debate with him.

You grin as you move to go get your uncle a much needed cup of coffee, finding that Steve has stopped flipping the pancakes to look at you with a soft smile and scooting over a hot mug of coffee to you. 

But it’s not for your uncle. It’s for you.

“Two sugar, light cream, right?”   

The way that Steve murmurs the question to you makes you weak in the knees. You settle for giving him a tight-lipped grin and nod.

“Yeah, thank you,” you murmur back.

Steve moves to grab another mug, moving to pour another cup of straight black coffee for your uncle. You can’t help but notice the curve of his biceps as he does, secretly admiring his face while the coffee pours from the pot. The way his white t-shirt fits him just right, his gray sweatpants sitting at the jusssst right point of his hips.

You swallow. Fuck.

You get a hold of yourself before he’s handing it over to you. He winks. “It’s strong. I promise.”

You smirk back at him, raising the glass in thanks before walking it over to your uncle.

You don’t notice the way that Steve tries to hide the overwhelming thoughts in his brain, signaling his evolving feelings for you.

And you also don’t notice now Nancy catches it, or how it uncomfortably makes her heart seize...

But you do notice your uncle staring at you with those damn all-knowing-eyes, while Erica incessantly jabbers on about whatever the hell they’re debating. You and Murray exchange the quietest but most intense glares.

And Hopper's got half a donut hanging out of his mouth as he happens to catch the tail end of this. He wants to ask, but decides it’s best to hold off on that.

***

The day goes well. The house is always staying busy, so it keeps you all that way. Hopper is calling for a family meeting in the living room, which gets everyone in a tizzy.

The boys will always, at some point, try to take over. It takes both Joyce and Hopper to set them straight.

Your uncle makes sure to throw in his usual statement: “peanut gallery hours will follow the meeting, thank you.” 

This meeting is no exception, and it goes exactly like that.

Will makes great points, as always — and he is allowed to, along with El, given their ties to the supernatural.

Jonathan and Nancy always listen the best. One of them takes notes.

Normally, you sit next to your uncle or Eddie while Steve always takes a seat next to Robin. 

But this time, as you sit next to Murray at the end of the couch listening to Hopper try to push through his conference lecture while Dustin interjects like crazy, your heart flutters as Steve moves from the staircase over to sit on the arm of the couch -- next to you.

You sit still, not letting yourself react or look up at him. But you also forget to breathe. Thankfully, he’s too busy telling Dustin to can it so he doesn’t notice.

Robin is slowly shifting back in her seated position in the large loveseat, having been prepared to make room for Steve. She’s too grateful to have it to herself to feel suspicious yet.

Eddie, however, clocks it. What “it” is, necessarily? He doesn’t know.  Like honestly, he’s not even in the ballpark.  But still, he notices so yay gold star.

Nancy does know what “it” is, though, when she catches it.  Or at least she has an inkling.  She’s not the note taker today, so she’s able to catch it. She wonders to herself if maybe she is just overthinking it, given her conflicted feelings for Steve while still with Jonathan.

Steve is actively participating in the conversation with the adults, and you chime in as well. Once you’ve gotten a grip on yourself.

Something is being said about needing to go on a supply run, but also how they need to get over to the main field and see what is happening at the lab — which is now squared off with all electric fencing. The kids are LOUD, demanding it be them. Hopper shuts that down real fast.

“So help me Goddddd, listentome.” — Hopper

“Kids, shh, calm down…” — Joyce

“FETUSES, SILENCIO.”  — Murray

The kids relent with rolled eyes and groans of displeasure. Hopper rubs his temples, resetting.  Then speaking —

“I will be assigning roles. You will hear them, and you will accept them.  Deal?”

Everyone nods, agreeing. Even the kids. Great, you think, so they’ve learned to know better than push their luck that far…

Hopper is assigning 4 separate groups to 4 separate tasks. 

In one group: Robin, Nancy, Will and Joyce. They will be making the supply run.

In the 2nd group: Dustin, Erica and Murray will be staying here to run the command center. Murray’s the boss. He grins, but also wants to jump off a cliff for the fact he has been assigned the responsibility of managing the two loudest kids in the group. Lucas will also stay with Max, while on lookout at base.

In the 3rd group: Hopper, El, Mike and Argyle as the driver. They’ll be assessing the damage done, pertaining to the gate re-opening. They’re on Vecna patrol.

In the 4th group: Jonathan, Steve, you and Eddie. You’ll all be venturing over the fence to spy on the lab and get a look at what is happening over there, while reporting back to Group 2.

This sends Dustin to a fit of determination, as he insists that he joins your group so that he can help with the walkie-talkie communication since Lucas and Erica can man the fort. (Murray definitely takes offense to that.)

Hopper huffs but doesn’t disagree with the suggestion. “Don’t let this give you any sort of false pretenses, kid. This is the one suggestion you’ve made that is sensible.”

Dustin just grins like a dopey idiot. Then he looks at Steve. “Yay!”

Steve rolls his eyes but honestly, he’s cool with having his buddy.

The plan is to go into effect early tomorrow morning. Meaning, everyone needs to get some good ass sleep and tuck in early.

You’re in your room now, having just showered and put on your pajamas with freshly brushed teeth. You’re putting together your combat outfit for tomorrow when there’s a knock at your door.

You expect it to be your uncle, since earlier he was going over strategies with you for an obscenely long time — which is his very awkward way of indirectly saying, “hey, you’re my niece and I love you and I’m worried about you because that’s what family does.” So you figure he’s drawn up another 10 plans to run by you, and you're happy to humor him on them.

But it’s Steve on the other side, looking shy and like he might’ve had to talk himself into doing this in fear of how you might react.

You give him a surprised but pleasant smile. He stands there, returning it timidly. There is a silence that falls over both of you. Then finally —

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

You have to literally restrain yourself from jumping at that question with a way-too-eager oh thank god, yes. Instead, you just give him a polite grin.

“Yeah, of course,” you say.

Steve lets himself in, and he looks over to see your outfit set aside for tomorrow. He nods at it as he sits on the edge of the bed.

“Tryna look badass?”

You smirk. “I am a badass. I’m a Bauman.”

You expect Steve to scoff. To roll his eyes. Make some snide remark. But he doesn’t. He just looks at you, with that same look on his face that he had this morning while you two laid in bed together. You can’t break away your gaze for a moment, almost hypnotized.

God, he is so beautiful. Why the fuck is he so beautiful?

Finally, you break the stare down by moving to get your combat boots out from the closet and place them beside the clothes.

And that’s when you feel it. His fingers brushing the edge of your t-shirt, hooking onto it so that you turn around. You do, letting him turn you to face him. He’s looking at you intently, and slowly he pulls you towards him to cage you between his spread legs as he sits on the edge of the bed. It’s half shy, half confident. Gentle but assertive. You stare down into his doe eyes, and you hold your breath when his fingers splay across your hips as they grip onto you. You’re so close to him now, too close yet somehow not close enough. You can’t breathe.

After soaking you in, Steve reaches one arm up to pull your neck down to his face so that he can brush the tip of his nose against yours, just like you did last night. Ever so slowly, be nuzzles. Eskimo kiss.

And then his lips are finding their way to be against yours.

Steve kisses you softly, taking his time and just breathing you in. Then he sighs into your mouth as he stands so that he can lift you up, making you swing your legs to wrap around his waist and hold yourself to him there. He turns you both around, effortlessly walking you over to sit on top of the chest of drawers. Damn, he's strong. Steve places you there, lips still on yours, before he finally pulls back.  His hands glide down to the bottom of your shirt. Please, his eyes ask. But this time, he wrenches your shirt off of you with more vigor than last night. It’s urgent, and it’s still urgent when his lips crash back into yours before wrenching himself back again so that you can tug his shirt over his own head. He grunts impatiently, wanting to not be apart from you yet needing to be skin to skin. He paws and grabs at you, needy and greedy, but something about it feels a whole lot more like love than lust.

Steve tastes like summer. Sunscreen, popsicles and June. He smells like pool water and boyfriend. And he looks like a dream. 

You wonder how in the world he would have felt if he’d been told during his King Steve era that one day, he’d be having sex with that one student who graduated a year early and didn’t belong to any niche crowd or group or clique. You wonder if he would scoff at that, wave it off. Say, nah, that girl? Never.

But the way that Steve keens into your neck right now, murmuring sinful names for you like angel and baby, makes you wonder if King Steve wouldn’t be able to understand that the new and improved Steve Harrington might just happen to be into things he never was into before. Maybe he’d gotten close with Nancy. Maybe you were a rebound. But he didn’t kiss you like that. Or treat you like that after your first time, for that matter...

And the second time was just as euphoric as the first time, just different. Steve was more in control, clinging to you and unafraid to go for it.

Before you know it, you’re up against the wall with your bare chest against it and your legs spread widely and his mouth on your ear. Tugging at your earlobe with his teeth and his shaky breathing, infused with his pleasured grunting humming inside of your eardrums. You pant and bite back the screams that you so fucking badly want to release. but you don't, not wanting to wake the entire household or get the attention anyone awake.  However, you made sure that he knew you were in pure fucking bliss with the way you arched your back into him and dripped all over his girth.

“Been wanting to be here inside you all day,” he rasped, thrusting against you. “Didn’t wanna leave this room.” His words break up as he pounds himself deeper into your guts. “Needed to — to — n-n-need you —”

You throw your head back against him, climaxing at his words for the second time in a row tonight. His arm linked around your waist tightens, gripping you like a lifeline, and he chokes into your ears — which only sends you into an orgasm unlike anything you’ve ever felt in your life. And Steve shares the exact same experience as you do when he ejaculates inside of you.

You both pant and gasp for air, your heart rates racing at lightning speed and trying to level out. You’re both slick with sweat and sex, and as Steve rests his head against your shoulder it sends chills up your arms when his hair flops and tickles your bare skin.

Steve pulls out of you, and you shiver as you feel him leave your body, inch by inch. The loss of him is overwhelming, and your legs shake. But before you can even move to catch yourself, Steve is already turning you to him with a steady grasp on you.

The way that Steve strokes your hair, moving it out of your face as he stares into your eyes again, is priceless. You can’t help it…

“You’re beautiful, Steve Harrington.” You breathe it against his face, still catching your breath. The corners of your lips twitch, almost like you want to laugh or smile. “I can’t stand you.”

Steve looks at you like you’re all that matters in this world. The pads of his thumbs stroke the skin under your eyes, softly, gingerly. He moves to press his lips to the corner of your mouth, breathing against it, “I can’t stand you either.”

Feather-like kisses are pressed to the corner of your mouth and cheek, and you revel in the glory of it, pressing your skull into the wall with your eyes fluttering shut.

Steve falls asleep first that night, with you tucked underneath his chin and with his arms holding you protectively. You let the sound of his steady breathing lull you to sleep.

***

The next morning comes sooner than you’d like.

You feel someone squeeze you tightly to them, pressing their lips to the crown of your hair before they roll out of bed. You watch as Steve’s back muscles flex while he tugs his sweatpants back over his boxers, then throws his shirt back on and heads to your little en-suite bathroom for a few minutes. You force yourself to sit up, knowing that it’s time and you’ll need to get ready.

Hopper would be so mad if he knew about the 5 hours of sleep you got, versus the 8.

You’re pulling out a pair of socks to go with your boots when Steve emerges from the bathroom, and before you can stand up and move to switch places — he’s cupping your cheeks to kiss your forehead in two lingering pecks. You smile under his touch.

You give him the shyest of looks before going to brush your teeth, re-shower and get changed.

Steve quietly murmurs to you the promise of coffee as he leaves. And he is all you think about in the shower.

You get changed into your army pants, combat boots, and fitted t-shirt. You grab yourself a windbreaker and throw your go-bag over your shoulder, ready to face the day.

Dustin is securing the command center with Murray and Erica, while Mike comes over to you carrying snacks.

“Here, I set extra aside so that you have plenty.”  Mike always treated you more like a sister than Nancy, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her. You ruffle his hair and give him a quick squeeze, grateful.

Lucas and Will are asking you questions about the trip, along with Mike, and you assure your kiddos that you’ll all be fine.

Hopper comes over to you with Murray, entrusting you with one of their guns. “You’re the group's team lead today, along with Steve.”

Steve’s got his nail bat, along with a pistol.

Murray is going over the inner workings of the lab’s field layout with you and your group.

“The break switch is in this building,' he's saying. "But thanks to Erica and Dustin, we’ve got a way of hacking into it at exactly this time. You’ll have this much time to mount the electric fence and get to the other side. Seize. Those. Minutes. Haul ass. Get to the other side.  No asking why the chicken crossed the road. Capiché?”

The way that Jonathan, Eddie and Steve repeat the word back to him makes you visibly bite back a laugh.

Joyce is giving everyone the nurturing mama bear talk, hugging everyone too many times — especially Jonathan. She has Will in her group, so she’ll be a little more sane in the head thankfully.

Nancy and Jonathan are giving each other an affectionate goodbye that Steve doesn’t even notice. Nancy wonders if he does. Silently, and selfishly, she hopes he does. But he doesn’t.

Robin is rambling about something having to do with a jump-ship plan in case the jump-ship plan doesn’t work, and if they need to establish not only a 2nd abort —

“— but maybe even a 3rd abort? and wait is there really enough backpacks that they’re taking to fit all the supplies and can goods that they — ”

“Oh my god, Robin, please breathe,” Steve cuts her off.

“Wait, what’s the jump ship plan?” Argyle’s question makes everyone whip their head in his direction with incredulous looks on their faces.

Hopper looks ready to slug someone but also like a nervous dad. After he goes back over the plan for everyone, giving the bullet points, he tells you all to eat your breakfasts and be by the front door within 30 minutes or else.

Lucas takes his plate up to sit with Max. El comes over to talk with you about the day, saying that she’ll send a signal if she sees anything dangerous headed your way at the lab. She gives you a tight hug, which tugs at Hopper’s heart. He and Murray share a very rare, quiet moment with an exchange in their eyes. Our girls.

Steve is telling the boys and Erica to follow him upstairs to Max’s room to join Lucas for a motherly pep talk, and they all follow him like chicks following a mother hen.

Eddie is being given strict instructions by Robin to follow orders and not rip his stitches that she’s worked hard at keeping in tact by mounting the wall --

...“and be on the damn lookout only so help me god or else I’ll rip them back open myself,” she threatens him.

Eddie visibly swallows and nods at that, believing her.

Suddenly Nancy is walking up to you, as you stand there still hugging El while looking over Murray’s shoulder at his computer system setup. She looks nervous as you turn to her.

“Hey, umm, keep an eye on them, will you?” she asks shyly, sheepishly. “I worry about them. Especially Dustin.”

You know she meant Steve. “Yeah. Of course.”

Nancy nods awkwardly, grateful you didn’t correct her and a little embarrassed. She points to the gun on your back, giving you a tight-lipped grin. “Glad it’s you handling that bad boy.”

She flashes the same one across her back. You chuckle lightly, agreeing with her. “Yeah, the last thing we need is for Eddie to get his hands on this or else he’ll murder the whole town.”

Nancy giggles.

Eddie snickers at the joke, appreciating your dark humor. He gives you a wry smile. “Thanks princess, but I only prefer bone crushing, eye sucking curses.”

You all eat some whole wheat eggos (even El) and some scrambled eggs. Plenty of water, plus some coffee.

Steve walks in to scoop up his plate during the last 10 minutes, and Hopper takes pity on him — given that he’s been with the kids.

“You get an extra 5,” Hopper tells him.

“Appreciate it, Hop.” 

Steve carries his plate over to the table, moving to sit by you and Murray — who does his best to just stare down at his coffee and ignore catching this in his peripheral vision. Sip, slurp.

It’s a quiet breakfast. Tense. Stiff. Everyone is nervous. This stuff never does get easier…

***

The kids all boom back down the stairs, loud as ever.

And everyone is out the door on time, minus the extra 5 minutes that Hopper secretly gave for Steve’s benefit. Thankfully, it goes unremarked but the kids.

You all put their hands in a circle because Dustin insisted a while back that you cannot all part ways without a group huddle. So it’s now become tradition. Everyone fist bumps in unison, and the four groups embark on their separate journeys.

Group 1 does well, making it into town. They have the bottom tier level of risk, which Hopper did intentionally for Joyce and Will's sakes because those are his hearts. He also adores the two girls, Nancy and Robin, of course. They carefully fill up Joyce’s car in doses, trying not to attract attention as everyone has a strict evacuation mandate that goes into place next week along with a food supply limit. They’re ahead of the game, doing everything not to give away what Dr. Owens warned them about.

Group 2 is in full swing, back at Casa Harrington. Erica and Murray bicker like a married couple, but they also high five. Lucas makes sure that Max is safely tucked in, giving her a kiss on the forehead and a promise to be back upstairs in a few hours.

Group 3 is cautious. They have to calculate every single move, given the risks. El uses her senses to tap in, blindfold on and static on the van's radio ringing throughout the car. Mike keeps watch, along with Argyle at the wheel — and Hopper navigates.

Group 4, your group, is en route. You have the longest journey to make on foot, making sure to keep their strength. Jonathan keeps watch of time, and Dustin hangs into the walkie-talkie to keep contact. You scan the area, and so does Steve, as you all walk. Eddie sings to himself to keep from wigging out, and it’s definitely giving mumbled panic.

You are telling everyone the ETA, using the compass. Steve tells the gang to keep the same pace so that they make sure they aren’t there too soon or too late, wanting to time it right with Group 2’s orders.

At some point, you gesture for everyone to pivot directions, and when Steve steps in your direction — he instinctively reaches out to brush the small of your back. It’s so subtle… yet so telling.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow mid-song, ceasing the mumbling altogether for about 2 solid seconds, before resuming as he walks. Even Jonathan raises an eyebrow, silently smirking.

Dustin misses it entirely.

Then Dustin starts communicating back and forth on the walkie-talkie with Erica, and as they start to bicker Steve interjects.

“Hey, dingus, cool it and listen to what she’s saying, please.”

Dustin huffs, whining, “but she’s wronnnng...” 

You squint in the sunlight as you look back at him, saying simply, “Listen to your mother.”

Steve doesn’t even flinch. You both just look back at your son expectantly. Dustin sighs but obeys.

Oh that definitely makes Eddie and Jonathan share a look.

Back at base, Murray is struggling to access the switch for the electric fence closest to where Group 4 (you guys) is approaching. He and Erica work hard at it, and Lucas helps as he keeps open the line of communication with Dustin via the walkie-talkie.

“This east side gate is a bitch,” Murray is griping over the channel.  “Hang tight, just pause when you guys make it there.”

Dustin and Lucas are going back and forth, while Jonathan tries to keep up with what they are all saying. 

You can see the fence up ahead, and so does Steve. 

Eddie’s singing gets louder.

Nancy speaks over the walkie-talkie channel: “Group 1, reporting.  Over.” 

Dustin speaks.  “Group 4, tuned in.  Over.” 

The other groups tune in, too.  Nancy continues in a hushed voice.  “Food supply is running low so we’re going to double up.  The mandate will be really strict.  Can’t take chances.  Over.” 

Jonathan tells her to keep them posted with the ETA.

El comes onto the walkie-talkie, asking for you. 

You take it, speaking: “Bauman squared, I copy.  Over.” 

Eleven tells you that she can see you all headed there to the lab, and that no one is nearby.  You’re safe. 

Hopper adds: “But Eddie, make sure that you stay tuned into this channel and relay it to Dustin just in case.  Over.”

Eddie’s song of woe dies on his lips with an anxious exhale.  “Roger that, over.”

Steve speaks up, “Alright guys, we’re here.” 

Dustin signals Murray, right on cue.  You all stare up at the looming electric fence in front of you.  It’s tall.  At least 30 feet up.  You gulp.  So does Jonathan.  For Steve, it’s easy.  For Dustin, well, it’s exciting.

Jonathan adds to the relayed info, addressing Murray, saying, “Yeah, uhhh, it’s pretty high up man?” 

Murray’s tone comes through, crisp.  “How high is high?” 

Jonathan visibly shrinks back as he squints in the sunlight. “Like...25-30 feet?”

Murray curses on the other side, frustrated.  “Alright, hold please.”

Steve turns over to face you all, starting with you.  “It’s gonna be a helluva climb.”

You nod.  “We’ll have to double up the speed, guys.  But for safety, let’s just do two at a time.”

Jonathan’s brow furrows.  “Why?”

You tell them it’s safest this way.  This way, two people can gauge the timing of it just in case.  Dustin immediately demands to go in the first group, which Steve shuts down promptly — like all good mothers would with their favorite child.  He starts to onboard Jonathan, but you’re already saying you’ll go as you tighten up your bag.  Steve looks at you, hesitant. 

You look back at him, giving him a nod.  “No arguments.”

Steve sighs through his nose.  “Yeah, I figured as much.” 

He’s so sexy when he isn't actually hating you, and instead just consistently miffed with you…

“Group 4, listen up,” Murray’s voice comes over the walkie-talkie.  “I’m signaling the switch now.  On my mark, it will take exactly 3 minutes for it to activate.  You’ll have 60 seconds to climb it.  Up and down.  That’s it.  Remember what I said: haul ass.”

Dustin responded back with a sigh, “Steve and Bauman Squared insist on going two at a time so…”  He dreads the next question, cringing before asking.  “Any chance you guys can…do it…twice?”

You turn around, waiting to hear your uncle’s reply and wondering if you’ll need to step in.  His befuddled response confirms, yes you will, and you walk over to take the walkie.

“Uncle Murray, it’s not very sturdy.  It’s too big a risk, four at a time.  If you can’t do it, then just me and Steve will go.  What can we do?  Over.” 

You speak matter-of-factly, which Steve appreciates.  He stands with his hands on his hips and tongue between his teeth, all hot and mom-like.  Even though for you...he’s giving daddy.

Eddie has been pacing a trough into the grass.  Please let me have company, he thinks.

Jonathan’s just quiet, wondering if now is a good time to tell everyone that he’s actually afraid of heights. 

Dustin just wants to fucking climb already.

“Workin’ on it.  Standby.”  Your uncle’s monotone voice makes you all wait. 

You stare up at the fence while you do.  Then, turning your face over in Steve’s direction, you find that he’s already gazing over at you.  That fondness in his eyes is back, and you feel your cheeks flush under the sun.  But it’s not the sun making you blush.  Steve's hands are still on his tips, and he gives you a tiny wink before turning to look back at Dustin with the walkie-talkie.  He tells his kid not to stress about it if they can’t come, which only starts a back-and-forth argument between mother and son.  But Erica’s voice cuts through it over the walkie.

“Group 4 nerds, listen up.  We found a way to do it.  Over.”

Dustin pumps his fist in glee.  Jonathan doesn’t.  Eddie realizes he’s doomed, back to being there all alone. 

Steve takes the walkie, asking, “Same timeframes, Murray?  Over?” 

Your uncle confirms it, but then Lucas is in the background saying, “Wait, are you sure this will give them 60 seconds?” 

Steve raises an eyebrow at that.  But you’re looking at the top of the fence.  The end of the other side of the line is quiet for a hot minute.  No doubt, Murray and the kids are beefing.  Re-calculating.  Beefing some more.  Getting attitudes.  Then finally —

“Erica to group 4, confirming.  Timeframes are exact.  Wait for us to signal the 2nd climb.  Standby and brace for 1st climb.  Over.”

You and Steve look at each other.  Here we go.  He fastens his backpack, reaching out a hand to you and telling you to hand over yours.  You go to protest, but he’s just insisting without budging and reaching anyway.  It isn’t until his hand starts to slide the strap down your shoulder that you huff and relent. 

“30 seconds to climb.”

“There’s a ledge up there, wide enough to stand on.”  You nod up at it as you tell Steve.  “If we run low on time, we hang there until the 2nd climb.” 

Steve nods at you, agreeing.  He turns and relays that to a very anxious Jonathan and a very antsy Dustin.  You gesture over to Dustin, telling him to toss you his backpack.  Steve goes to argue but you hold up a hand. 

“Better me than him," you say quickly. It’s a parental thing that he would insist on too, so he lets you win that one. 

Dustin obeys after seeing mom agree with…um…dad? Are you dad?

“10 seconds to climb.”

Steve talks fast, in position to pounce.  “Eddie, on go, toss that branch to hit the fence.  Double check for sparks.”  Eddie nods, picking up the large branch nearby.  You get in position with Steve.

“5…4…3…2…1…climb!”

Eddie tosses the branch.  No electric shock.  All systems go.

You and Steve hop as high as you can, climbing up like champs.  You both hustle, swiftly making the climb like pro climbers.  Steve is faster, planning to reach down and lift you the rest of the way if he gets to the top first.  But you’re almost right at the same level with him, almost at the top.

…until your bag catches.

The strap of Dustin’s bag pulls you back down.  Air catches in your throat, no scream escaping your mouth as it swings you around, unhooks and makes you fall back some feet.  But you latch back onto the wall, back down to midway.  Fuck. 

Dustin gasps, Jonathan shouts your name.  Eddie starts his shit-shit-shit chant. 

You look down, realizing that it’s way too far of a drop to just fall back down and start over.  You are literally back to the mid-way point. 

You make up your mind within a few seconds: keep going.

Steve is hoisting himself up onto the thick ledge as this is happening, and when he turns to see you lower his heart stops. 

“Bauman, what happened??"

But you keep climbing, shouting, “Steve, just keep going.” 

But Steve is not having that.  He’ll fucking wait.  Hell, he’ll wait for Dustin too.  He’s staying put.  He shakes his head, clapping his hands and reaching for you even though you still have another fourth of the wall to mount before you reach him.

“30 more seconds.”  Oh thank God, that’s plenty.

”You got this, Bauman, c’mon...” Steve’s ready to hold you again.  Anxious.  So fucking anxious.

Dustin is cheering too, along with Eddie and Jonathan.  You’re fine.  Almost there.

You look at Steve at the top, leaning over the side looking down at you. You can see the anxious anticipation in his brown eyed gaze.

“20 more seconds.  Group 2, don’t forget to wait for our signal.”

But right as Murray stops talking — the wall buzzes. 

Everything happens in slow motion.  One second feels like a whole minute for all 5 of you in your group.  Your ears perk up at the sound.  That wasn’t an insect.  That’s mechanic.  That’s —

“Was that —”  Eddie barely started to ask the question you were all wondering.

“Fuck, Bauman — !!! ”  Jonathan’s voice is panicked with realization.

Steve’s brow furrowed, alarm and horror sweeping across his entire face.

You feel a scorch so hot, fire itself couldn’t have burned as badly as the electric shock that shot through your entire body did. 

In that single second, you felt your brain short circuit.

You felt your hands get shoved away from the wall, throwing you off with blinding force.

You felt your throat snap, and you felt your heart rumble inside of your chest...

And then you felt it stop.

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:( im sorry, Steve.

author notes: I am sure that the fence thing might be weird and not accurate, but it helped my vision for how this chapter goes down. so I hope you all will be kind and not find it too "unrealistic." had to watch some stuff like the OG Jurassic Park, and get ideas for it.

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[blkgirlsreadfanfic2]

dating jonathan byers headcanons

pairing: jonathan byers x black!fem!reader

description: a few headcanons i have about dating jonathan byers (inspired by this moodboard)

let me know if you want a fic or blurb based on any of these!

sweetest boyfriend you will ever meet

picks flowers for you while he’s walking

if he’s in the store and sees your favorite snack, he would buy it in a HEARTBEAT

very big on physical touch

holding your hand, putting an arm around your shoulder, hand on your thigh while driving

random kisses are something you’ll have to get used to

loves kissing your hand as a form of reassurance

you just finished venting about a bad day? he hugs you and kisses your hand and tells you everything will be alright

despite all this, he’s not a huge PDA fan. he may give you a small kiss here and there, but most of his public affection ends at holding your hand and leaning a head on your shoulder

will make you mixtapes for any and every occasion

you’re studying for finals? he makes a tape of all the best study music

you went to a concert? he makes a mixtape of the set list from the show

he takes random photos of you ALL THE TIME

when he has to submit a portfolio for college applications, the majority of them are shots of you

gifts you a photo album for one of your birthdays

loves watching you do your hair

he tried learning how one day - let’s just say it did not go well

you meet his family about four months in

joyce and will love you, which is really important to jonathan

you’re often at the byers’ house for dinner

dates with jonathan are often simple yet amazing

i’m talking picnics, movie nights, late night drives, ice cream, photo shoots, thrifting, etc.

he is an absolute gem when he meets your family

your guardians approve, and he’s invited to every cookout, reunion, etc

[angel-eyes05]

i remember his hands - chapter 2

PAIRING: kang the conqueror x fem!reader

SUMMARY: after a scientific experiment goes horribly wrong, you've been transported to the quantum realm and have been stuck there for the past decade. with no company, aside from janet van dyne, your life changes forever when a mysterious man in a golden ship crash lands next to your settlement. startled with his initial presence, you two have a rocky start. but as time goes on, you two find each other slowly drawn to one another. you have secrets though, and he has a past he refuses to bring up. can you two make it through navigating an unknown world together, discovering any ulterior motives, and stand the test of time in a place where time has no meaning at all?

INFO: slow romantic burn, pretty fast sexual burn, kinda enemies to lovers????, takes place during that little flashback janet has during quantumania, idk how accurate this is gonna be to canon stuff cause i get very confused about the quantum realm lol, reader is in mid to late 20s while kang is in his “early 30s” (ik he like technically doesn't age or whatever idk the lore but i just made it accurate to jonathan majors age and wanted to give an accurate age range/gap/count), y/n will be very fleshed out like i'm gonna give her everything lol

WARNING: bl00d mention, explicit language (both swearing and ig sexually)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 2.9k

NOTES: i just now realized the summary said y/k this whole time instead of y/n, i knew something looked off lmao 😭 just ignore that lol. also if you guys want me to make a taglist, just lmk in the comments and if you want me to tag you or not

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To your surprise, you opened your eyes to find yourself alive in your bed. Your head throbbed in a sharp, piercing pain. You looked into the mirror that sat in front of your bed to examine your facial injuries. You had a bandage wrapped around the right side of your head. As you went to touch the place where the rock was smashed into, you winced from the pain as it shot into your head. It wasn’t as deep of an injury as you thought it would be, but it wasn’t doing you much good either. You also noticed a bruise on your left upper cheekbone, very quickly growing into a black eye. You assumed it was from when the man tackled you into the creek. You moved down to your throat area to find two dark purple bruises on the front side of your neck. Other than those injuries and a couple of scratches on your arms and knees, you figured you were in better shape than your attacker. You wondered what ended up happening to him. If you were here alive, it meant he probably survived too. Left out there, he was probably finished off by roaming mites. Either way, it wasn’t your problem anymore.

You hear a knock at the door. “Come in”, you struggle to get out, a spiky pain going down your throat after you the words escape your mouth. Janet opens the door and walks over to your bed with a glass of water and some more bandages. “Yeah that sounds as bad as I thought it would be. Whoever caused those neck bruises was really trying to kill you”, she replied, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “Really? I thought the bloody dent in my head would be more of a giveaway”, you sarcastically reply in pain. You got a small chuckle out of her. “Even a near death experience couldn’t take away your wonderful sense of humor”, she jokingly replied. You smiled at her remark. Janet went to unravel the bandage on your head. You grimaced as she tried to rip off the parts that were dried on by the blood. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine”, she said after noticing the expression on your face. “You’re a tough girl. One of the strongest people I’ve met.” A slight smile crept onto your face. She dipped a cloth into the bowl of water, then started to dab it onto the wound. As much as the process of getting to it sucked, you enjoyed moments like these with Janet. You know, even though finding you out there bleeding out from your head probably almost scared her to death, that she enjoyed them too. You took a sip of water from the glass she gave you, which improved your throat pain significantly. Once she finished cleaning your head, she wrapped another bandage around the wound. “Alright, I’m fixing up some breakfast for you in the kitchen. If you need anything, just ring this.” She placed a little bell on your nightstand as she gathered her stuff to leave.

After failed attempts to fall back asleep, you decided to head out to the kitchen to help Janet. You gently placed your legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. You slightly limped over to the mirror to assess yourself again. Your head looked slightly better with the change in bandages, but the bruise on your cheekbone had now fully turned into a black eye. You winced as you placed your fingers on the swollen area around the bone. The bruises on your neck had stayed about the same size as the last time you saw them. You rolled up your pant legs to find two bandaged gashes on your right knee, most likely from the tackle as well. You slowly turned and hobbled towards the door to walk into the kitchen. You made your way across the hallway of the cabin into the kitchen and living room (it was more of just a little kitchenette with a couch in it). You rubbed your eyes to adjust to the fluorescent lighting of the room. As you opened your eyes again, you could hardly believe what you saw going on by the couch.

Janet was kneeling on the floor next to couch, tending to the same man who tried to kill you. She was cleaning up a cut he had on his left tricep, as he laid there shirtless on the couch. Your heart sunk as your eyes laid on him. He was still unconscious, but the thought of your attempted killer being in the the same house as you made you nauseous with fear. “Janet!” you whisper yelled at her, half from the fear of waking him up and half from the pain still in your throat. She didn’t turn around. You yelled again. She rolled her eyes as she finished changing the bandage and walked over to you. “What is he doing here?” you asked like she was insane. “I couldn’t just leave him there to become mite food y/n”, she truthfully replied. “Uh, yes. Yes, you very well could have. You are aware of the fact that he almost killed me, right?” you asked, still concerned the situation wasn’t getting through to her. “Yes I am, and that’s exactly why I brought him here.” All you could do in response to hearing her say that was nervously laugh. “Listen to me y/n, I’ve been here for much longer than you have. So I know for a fact that when people arrive here, it’s either from some extremely fucked up accident, or for a very important purpose. I believe he’s here due to the latter. We need to keep him alive to find out that purpose, alright?” she snapped at you. You hadn’t seen this side of her much, so whenever you did, you knew she meant it. You nodded in response. “Alright” she said as she took a deep breath “Now help me with breakfast.”

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He could see the bright white lights seeping in from his eyelids as he slowly opened his eyes. As he regained consciousness, he immediately felt shooting pains in his shoulder, abdomen, and foot. His groaning caught Janet’s attention as she walked over to where he was with damp cloth. He tried to move back slightly, but if he moved any more, the pain would get worse or he would probably fall off the couch, which was definitely too small for him to lay horizontally on it. Janet looked at him for a consenting look before taking the cloth to the right of his abdomen. He hesitantly nodded. He groaned through the stinging pain of the water mixing with the bloody wound. “I’m surprised you were still alive by the time I got you inside. This one right here should’ve had you dead within the first three minutes of getting bit” Janet said to break the silence. “W…Where am I?” he asked tiredly. “My cabin. I’ll tell you the rest of it when you’re awake enough to pay attention to what I’m telling you.” Janet placed her hands on his back once she noticed he was trying to sit up. He cried out in pain through his teeth as he tried to sit normally. “Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think you’re ready for that yet”, Janet said concerned. “No time”, he said between short breaths. “Need to get back to the sh-.”

He cut himself off when he saw you standing by the kitchen counter, your back to him and you head lowered. He kept his eyes on you for a bit and examined your frame, trying to understand how someone as small as you could reduce him to this. You could feel his eyes on you, like a laser burning into your back. The longer the moment went on, the more you wanted to take the knife nearest to you and finish the job you started. After what felt like hours, he finally turned his face back to Janet. Being able to tell what he was going to say next, she said “She lives here with me. And before you ask, no she isn’t going anywhere. And until you fully heal, you aren’t leaving either.” Janet turned to face both of you. “And until that time happens, I need you two to try to not kill each other. Alright?” You reluctantly nodded your head. He did the same. “Ok good.” Janet finished with his abdomen wound and walked over to you in the kitchen. “I’m going into town for a bit to get some more medical supplies, so I’m going to need you to finish with his shoulder and foot” she told you, already noticing the horrified look creeping onto your face. Your heart sunk and your eyes widened hearing her say that. “Janet, no, there’s no way. You leave me here alone and there is no doubt he’ll kill me” you whispered quite enough so he wouldn’t hear. Janet pulled you outside with her to talk. “Listen, I know you don’t trust him and I don’t entirely either, but have you seen him? It would take a miracle for him to get up right now and charge at you again. Plus, I need you to try to get information on him while I’m gone, ok?” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Ok.” “Thank you.” Janet gave you a little peck on your forehead. “I’ll be back soon.” She started walking off into the distance. With Janet’s good luck kiss, you turned to the door to walk inside. As you went to turn the doorknob, you noticed your hand slightly shaking. You took one last deep breath to calm yourself before walking inside.

You walked inside, determined not to make eye contact with him the entire time. Once you got to the kitchen counter, you could already feel his eyes on you again. You could’ve sworn he had some kind of laser eye power, because you could feel yourself getting hotter with each passing second. It was almost paralyzing how it made you feel. “Could you stop that please?” you finally said, hoarsely. You heard a slight chuckle from him. “Sounds like I did a number on you after all. Not good enough though, since you’re still walking” he replied in a rich, slightly menacing tone. It was enough to send a slight shiver down your spine. You could hardly believe Janet trusted him enough to not kill you. You took yet another deep breath, and grabbed the bowl of water, a sewing needle and thread, a roll of bandages, and a damp cloth. You still avoided eye contact, but out of your peripherals, you could see he was still staring at you. What you couldn’t tell though, was if he was slightly smirking or not. 

You placed the bowl down on the ground and you sat right in front of his foot. You reached to unravel the bandage wrapping his left foot, but he moved it away. You sighed. You knew exactly what he was doing. Giving in to what he wanted, you finally make eye contact with him. His eyes were just as sharp and full of anger as they were when he first punched you in the chest. “Please don’t move. This will be easier for both of us if you stay still”, you say to break the tension. You go back to his foot to unwrap it, but he moves it yet again. You huffed to yourself and turned back to him. “Listen, I know you’re upset with me over the arrow, and I’m sorry. My intention wasn’t to hit you. But I have every right to be mad at you as well. Now I know you don’t want me here, but I hate to break it to you, you’re stuck with me until Janet gets back. Now can you please hold your foot in place so I can take off this god damn bandage!” you yelled as loud as your injured throat let you. You must have turned red or something because you noticed a smirk slightly tug on his lips. He moved his foot in front of you. “Thank you”, you remark, turning away from him again. 

You unravel the bandage to find Janet already stitched up the wound on his foot. That made things easier for you at least. You took the damp towel and dabbed it on the wound. You couldn’t believe you were here, cleaning the wounds of the same man who just tried to kill you. Apparently he couldn’t believe it either, since his eyes were still locked onto you. You finished applying the water and wrapped his foot back up. You moved over to his shoulder next. You were much closer to him now, forcing you to have to take looks at him. It was the same expression every time though. Anger, mixed with annoyance, mixed with a hint of fascination. You unraveled this bandage. This was the one Janet hadn’t gotten to yet. You figured this would give you a chance to redeem yourself though, fixing up the wound you gave him. You kneeled in front of his shoulder with the threaded needle and stuck it into the wound. As soon as you put it in, the man clenched his teeth and groaned in pain. He wiped his face with his hands in anguish. 

You pulled the needle through the skin, and at some point you must have hit a specific spot, because his hand shot down and took hold of your thigh to hold as leverage. Butterflies flooded into your stomach as he squeezed your thigh with every pull of the needle and thread. You looked down and took notice of his hand once again. Noticing how big it was, how tense it would get, and whether he did it with intention or not, how he would occasionally trace his thumb across you clothed skin. Once previously around your throat, now seizing your thigh and tightening its grip with every movement of the needle. You felt your cheeks getting brighter with each tighten. Part of you thought he was doing this to fuck with you, but the looks you saw on his face proved you otherwise. 

Being this close allowed you to take notice of all his facial features now. From his plump lips, to the two identical scars running down his face. You knew they had to have some sort of story behind them, but you decided to ask another time. You were unable to reach a certain spot on the inner part of his shoulder, so you sat up slightly to move more into him to reach it. This is when it hit you how close you two were. Feeling his hot breaths on your cheek, hearing his slight moans and groans of pain, and now with the movement of his hand from on top of your thigh to your sensitive inner thigh. You were embarrassed to admit the combination of everything made you slightly wet. You had to use your spare hand to push two pieces of his skin together that were too far apart for the needle to get in naturally. As you pushed, he moved his right hand to grab yours. Now that it was touching your bare skin, you could fully appreciate the feel of his skin on yours. You felt how rough it was as the calluses on his hands slightly scratched against your knuckles. 

You finished up and closed the wound and started dabbing it with the damp towel with the same hand that was holding the needle. He still hadn’t moved either of his hands, his moans and groans now turned into short pants. You sat there for a second, embarrassed with how comfortable you suddenly were with him. Part of that embarrassment also went towards how wet his hand being on your upper inner thigh made you. “Are you ok?” you asked, having to say something in fear of what you would do if you just stayed like this. He nodded slightly. He opened his eyes after having them shut from the pain and looked into yours again. Only this time, they weren’t filled with anger. You couldn’t tell what look this one was. Maybe weakness from his pain. Maybe wonder. Maybe…. After clearing his throat, he finally took his hand off of yours. Then, almost as if he were teasing you at this point, he dragged his hand off your inner thigh agonizingly slow, finger by finger. Cheeks flushed and stifling the noise you felt building up in your throat, you grabbed your materials and moved them over to the kitchen counter and made your way back to your room without saying another word. “Wait”, you heard him call out. You popped your head out from behind the hallway corner and stood there waiting for what he was going to say.

“What’s your name” he asked softly.

“Y/N” you hesitantly answered.

“...I’m sorry for earlier y/n.”

“I’m sorry too…” you signaled to him for his name.

“Kang.”

“I hope you heal well, Kang.”

“You too.”

You walked back over to your room, using whatever self control you had to stifle any feeling that might have been awoken in those moments.

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NEXT PART

A/N: dude i dont think you understand how much i enjoyed writing that HJFHJF. there will be more to come soon dw. but i hope you enjoyed this chapter (this took up 9 google doc pages lmao) since shit actually happened lmao. as regarding whenever chapter 3 comes out, it might take a little while since the ideas for the preview-chapter 2 came to me super quick, im still thinking about what direction chapter 3 will take. It shouldn’t take any longer than a week, but please just be patient. thank you for reading!

[foxilayde]

The Putz and The Perv [professor!Jonathan Levy x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Showing off your anatomy in the anatomy lecture hall. 

Word Count: 8.2k 

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Exhibitionism, age gap, infidelity, drinking warm Jack Daniels like a true college gurl, taking the Lord’s name in vain, 1[one] singular use of the word “cunt”, whoops now there are two cunts. Okay now there’s three. Penis in hand, penis in mouth, penis in love?? Your immersive experience may be hindered if you speak yiddish and or have a cashew allergy.

Authors Note: Heh, anatomy, get it? I think I’m clever. Validate me and I’ll love you forever. Also don’t you ever, don’t you dare, don’t you even wish to dream to think to send me requests for shit. Because this is what happens. This is from the Scenes From A Marriage universe, but can be read as a standalone thot piece. 

You’re a pervert. You’re fucking disgusting. You tell yourself that it’s harmless, this thing you’re doing, but really, the only people who would agree with you on that are other perverts. 

You should have dropped this class weeks ago. It doesn’t even line up with your major anymore. You’re still undecided- flitting around the disciplines, last semester it was Art History, this semester it’s Psychology. So you took a somewhat safe bet with Anatomy, thinking it’d be a nice, neutral choice while you figure out what it is that you really want to do. This shit isn’t safe, or nice, or fucking neutral. It’s nuclear, and you’re making it worse every fucking class period. Look, anyone can teach you anatomy. There isn’t a specific skill to the memorization of the origins and insertions of each muscle. You just have to sit down and memorize them. Any teacher would do. And, fuck, it is just so inappropriate of you to be doing what you're doing. You should leave the poor man alone. 

But, god, why- why is he so sexy? Without trying to be? How powerful is his magnetism that his outfit of loose corduroy trousers and Costco Dad sneakers does nothing to mitigate your attraction? It’s objectively fucking horrible. But there’s something hot about it too, like, the fact that he doesn’t care how fucking hot he is. Or, more like, he’s treating his hotness with great responsibility. Not flaunting it or accentuating it with tailored looks, but putting on the first outfit he grabbed at a goodwill in an attempt to bring gravitas to the thing that he’s teaching. He’s going to have to find much baggier clothes for that to work on you. Like a monk’s robe, maybe. No, no, not a monk’s robe. Now that’s opening up a whole new can of worms, of vows of celibacy, forbidden attraction, and, yeah let’s not go there-

Also, yes, okay, you see the ring. Of course you see the ring, you fucking pervert. Because of fucking course he’s married. He’s married and probably very happy and fulfilled. In any case, he definitely doesn’t need you sitting in the front row of his lecture hall with your short skirt, flashing him your lack of panties. Pervert.

At first it started out as an accident. You were wearing an above the knee, black business styled flared skirt for a career fair at the library. You wore that outfit all day with no trouble, until you got to your anatomy lecture. You sat in your usual seat at the front of Levy’s class, the front row, still raised a good two feet or so off the ground. And to be fair, you were wearing panties that day. Bright red panties. 

You’re a good student, and you’ve also got a big fat crush on him, so of course you were paying attention to him, and of course you saw the moment he saw them. A slight glazing of the eyes, gaze suspended momentarily between your knees, followed by a small rapid head shake and pink cheeks. You weren’t really sure what was going on at the time, but then- then he came up to your desk at the end of class. 

- - ~ - -

“Don’t forget to have those actions and insertions memorized! Particularly the SITS of the rotator cuff, because after next week, we are moving onto the lower body!” He calls to the class as they gather their notes and make their way up the stairs of the tiered seating and out the door at the top of the hall. 

“Hey”, he raps a knuckle on your desk, You pause packing away your textbook and look up at him. He’s covering his mouth with his hand as he says your name, his eyebrows are furrowed and he strokes his beard, looking at the floor. He is adorably nervous and isn’t meeting your eyes. “I want to talk to you about something that might be a little bit sensitive,” he glances around to make sure no one is in earshot.

“Okay, yeah, shoot.” You lean back in your seat and set your packed bag on the desk. You don’t know what it could be that is making him this jittery, but his proximity and unsureness is making your tummy twist. I mean, if anyone says ‘I want to talk to you about something’, regardless of context, it’s full on alarm bells and fight or flight chemicals.

“Your um, your… clothing choice.” He waves his hand in a circular motion as If you’re supposed to understand what he’s talking about with such a vague thing. As if “your clothing choice” would be a lightbulb moment or something. 

“Uh, sorry?”

“Not that you don’t look very nice today, you do!” He amends with vigor and shoves his hands in his pockets, waiting for you to speak.

“Oh… kay.”

He takes a big breath and whispers very quickly to you, even though you’re the only two people in the room and he doesn’t need to speak as covertly as he does.

 “It’s just, you know, certain items of clothing combined with the way the lecture hall is set up. It’s uh- it can be a little bit revealing. And I know you don’t normally wear skirts, so um, just a something to keep in mind for the future, yeah?” He meets your eyes then and you go a little fuzzy before his words catch up with your brain.

Oh… ohhh! 

He’s beet red and he clears his throat uncomfortably, doing a tiny bow before retreating back a few steps looking completely lost. He turns around at that point so you know he doesn’t see your smile. God, he must’ve gotten a real good eyeful of your devil red panties for him to be this flustered.

“Thank you for letting me know, I truly didn’t realize. I promise to be more mindful about… that.” You say it calmly, not seductively or anything. Looking back, you probably decided in that moment, what it was exactly you were going to do about this situation. Pervert. You stand and lift your bag strap over your shoulder. “Have a good evening, professor Levy.”

And you kept true to your word. You had been more mindful. You started wearing skirts exclusively, and stopped wearing panties to his lectures entirely.

The next class, you are bold and brazen and downright shameless. You lean back, parting your thighs and see the exact moment he clocks it, your bare pussy. It’s instant. His lips part drunkenly and he swallows thickly before turning his eyes on yours. You give an innocent smile and a nod. 

Weeks now, this has been going on for weeks. You do wear panties most of the day, you aren’t a complete heathen, buuut right before Anatomy 220, Tuesday Wednesday Thursday; you head to the bathroom on the second floor, remove them, store the flimsy briefs in the outer pocket of your pack, and willfully expose yourself to Professor Johnathan Levy. 

Pervert behavior. No getting around it.

Has he said anything about it since the red panties day? No. Have you caught him staring, going pink in the face? Losing his train of thought? Yes. 

You think he tries to be covert about looking, trying to hide the way his eyes strain all the way to the side with his cheek propped on his fist during attendance. 

Its kind of fucking exhilarating. Giving your married professor a full on peep show while you’re in a crowded room of people. You’re totally innocent to any onlooker; quietly taking notes, raising your hand if you have a question or answer. You sit in his front row and he’s got a front row spot to your little show. The only eyes on you are the eyes everyone else is looking at. It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but god damn if it isn’t a thrill. You even linger slightly after class. You don’t address him, you don’t bat your eyelashes as you say goodbye or ask if you can do anything to earn extra credit. You’re just seemingly very careful with packing up your book, your notes and your water at the end of the lecture. You take each step deliberately, making sure you’re the last one out. Letting him check out your ass if he feels so inclined. And you never turn around to catch him in the act. 

It’s a fucked up game you're playing. If the tables were turned, if he was treating you the way you treat him, you’d think you were losing your fucking marbles. Because the only salacious thing you’re doing is not wearing underwear. An inherent lack of action. Which places the act of looking all on him. What you’re doing is considerably more egregious because you’re kind of forcing him to be a pervert too, since you don’t lead him on with anything else, no addresses of invitation; you’re forcing him to feel dirty and perverted, you just know it. He’s got to be doubting his sanity. And boy is it fucked, you know it’s fucking fucked up; but just thinking about his conflict, the way he attempts to covertly sneak glances towards your open thighs, the way he licks his fucking thumb to grab your quiz and place it on your desk, the way his palm lingers flat on the surface for a second too long before moving onto the next student. You’re devious. You’re a monster. And it feels so good. The little notes on the top of your quizzes, red felt tip pen markings 100% A+, ‘Excellent!’ ‘Fantastic!’ ‘Well done!’ Well done, indeed. 

Most days he arrives to class with the same lively animated entrance, same stainless steel travel mug, and leather laptop bag slung over his shoulder. On Tuesdays he asks the class how their weekend was. He smiles and puts up the warmup quiz on the projector. You can tell he enjoys his work. He loves teaching. But today? This particular Tuesday, he wanders into class like a zombie. He’s got his bag, but no mug, his clothes look particularly worn as if he slept in them the night before, and he doesn’t smile. His hair isn’t tamed- grey curls are sticking up and out like he’s been pulling on his hair in frustration. And instead of setting up the projector and timer for the warmup quiz, he just sits down at his desk and looks lost, looks like he hasn’t slept at all last night.  

Most of the class is chatting with each other, some are working on other homework and no one notices that he’s a total zombie. You cross your legs because he doesn’t look in any kind of receptive state to be entertained by the show between your thighs. 

After a minute he shakes his head from his zone-out and looks over to your crossed knees and up to your face. Oh my god, he’s got the most pathetic puppy eyed red rimmed stare imaginable. You raise your eyebrows and point your pen at the projection screen and mouth “quiz?” 

He inhales sharply as if being woken from a dream. The breath propels him upward and he makes his way to the little projector table to put on the quiz. Even his movements are sad and unwilling, like each button he pushes costs him a grand amount of life-force. He doesn’t say anything to the class, but he doesn’t have to. Everyone knows the drill. The routine of it doesn’t appear to have fixed him, it’s just there to buy him more time so he can sit back at his desk and stare into the abyss. Jesus. He is not okay. 

The quiz goes fine, he bumbles a bit through the answer key and ultimately forgets to collect them at the end of the warmup, so Kendall has to bring them to his desk. The lesson isn’t much of a lesson at all. He plays an animated youtube video about the parasympathetic nervous system. The lights are off and and he’s resting his head on his arms. Once the video is over he doesn’t stand up from his desk, doesn’t move, and the whole class hears him snore.  A few people snicker and Kendall takes it upon themselves to turn the lights back on. It’s five minutes till class is over and Professor Levy is asleep at his desk. The snickering continues when he snores a second time and everyone shrugs at each other, placating different iterations of “class is almost over anyway…” and they all slowly make their way to the exit. You do not. You’re transfixed, taking in his horrible defeated posture,  light snores emitting from the pillow of his forearms. Fucking hell. You can’t leave him like this. There’s gotta be another class that comes in soon. You step down the few feet to the floor of the lecture hall and approach his desk with uncareful steps, hoping that the noise of your feet might rouse him. It doesn’t. You perch on the side of his desk, examining his form and staring at him the way you only stare at someone who’s unaware you’re looking.

“Pssst!” You make the noise loud and close enough to his ear to alarm him.

He shudders as he rouses, head on a swivel, glasses adorably askew. And looks up at you like you’re the last person he expected to see after a nap. 

“Where is everybody, what happened? Did I fall asleep?” 

“Uh, yeah, and now the whole class knows you snore.”

He scoffs, “fuck.”

“It can’t be that much of a surprise to you. Hasn’t your wife informed you how loudly you saw logs in your sleep?” The comment is supposed to be funny, the intention was to make him laugh, dammit. Mission failed. His face falls even more, if that’s possible, and he groans. 

“Fuck.”

It doesn’t escape your observation that his expression shattered at the word ‘wife’. Marital problems, then. Nothing a little Jack Daniels can’t temporarily solve.

“You need a drink.”

“What?”

“You need a drink. A strong one. I can tell. I know a place.”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Only the length of that weird movie you showed us. Really phoned it in today, huh Levy?” 

“Then it’s 4pm.”

“Correct.”

“4pm is too early for a drink.”

“4pm is entirely acceptable to drink. Especially if you never fell asleep last night. If you miss a night’s sleep, technically the whole next day is just one long afterparty.”

“How did you know I didn’t sleep last night?”

“Uh, the sawing logs, for one. And you look like garbage.”

“Thanks.”

“C’mon Rip Van Winkle, let’s get you some booze and you can tell me all about it.”

“Are you even old enough to drink?”

“My ID says I am.”

“Is it a fake?”

“That is between me and the great state of New York.”

“Woah, I am not-“

“I’m joking. Yes, I’m old enough to drink. Up, up, up. Lets go.” 

You hand him his book bag with the laptop inside. He looks at his desk worriedly. “Where’s my mug?”

“You didn’t bring it today.”

He cocks his head, “Wait, what day is it today?” He tugs his hair and looks at you wild eyed. 

“Tuesday.”

Jonathan sighs in relief, smoothing his hands down his silver stained beard. 

“Good. No more classes today.”

“Great. Because I don’t think you could literally handle another moment of undiluted consciousness.” You make your way up the tiered room’s aisle and turn back around to see him unabashedly staring at your ass. “You coming or what?”

“To do what? Oh, bar. Drink. God, I feel like I’m in a nightmare.”

“I’m going to try to not be offended by that.”

You hear his steps hurriedly behind you and he’s one step below you as he bemoans, “I didn’t mean you, I mean the past 24 hours. Complete nightmare, I can’t believe-“

You interrupt him, “No no, save it for Jack Daniels. He’s a much better listener.”

“What bar are you taking me to? I don’t really feel like running into any students.”

“Scotty’s. Its nearby. And we won’t run into anyone. Its 4pm on a Tuesday, everyone there at this hour is older and sadder than you.”

He chuckles at that. Progress. 

—-

You walk to the bar in near silence. On weekends this place is filled with students, but just as you predicted, in the late afternoon the only other patrons at the bar look like they could tell you stories about cattle wrangling and ‘the good ol’ days’. You take two stools at the end, far away from the meager crowd and Scotty takes your order of “two Jack doubles. Keep em coming”.

Jonathan looks…uncomfortable. Wether its the rickety stool or the atmosphere, or your company; you have no idea. He’s out of place and time, it’s dimly lit in here, like all shit bars, and the red glow of the twinkle lights that line the bottle shelves are admittedly flattering on his features, softening the dark circles under his eyes. 

You cheers and both take a swig. He grimaces and sets the drink down, rubbing his hands together uncomfortably.

“You… come here often?”

You snort, “You hitting on me, Professor?”

“No! I just, I- you seem to know…” He gestures to Scotty who is doing the most stereotypical thing a barman can do: drying the inside of a pint glass with a microfiber towel.

“Scotty”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah I do come here often. Never this early though. And never with a teacher.”

He nods and attempts to take another sip. 

“So…” you lead, leaning your elbow on the bar, your cheek resting on your fist as you face him fully. “Talk to me. Tell me about this waking nightmare.”

He thumbs the rim of his glass, staring into the brown liquid. “The simple answer is; I’m a putz.”

“A what now?”

“A putz, it’s yiddish. It means I’m a jerk. A loser.” he takes a big sip, face protesting in a grimace. “I thought I was doing alright,” he shakes his head with a scrunched nose that has nothing to do with the alcohol, “turns out, I was a putz all along.”

“What makes you think that?”

He rubs at his tired eyes like he could wipe away this reality and exchange it for another. “I shouldn’t be talking to you about this.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m taking several psychology classes this semester, had my heart set on psychiatry, hence the anatomy class. Not so sure about it anymore, but I’m a pretty decent listener.”

“My wife has been having an affair.”

“Oh damn. I was afraid of that. Definitely above my pay grade, we need reinforcements. Scotty! Another round stat!” Scotty is lightning fast, god bless him, and you set the fresh cup beside the one he’s got curled in his hand. 

“You were saying?” 

Jonathan downs his first glass and rests his forehead on his palm, “My wife is in love with another man. She’s with him right now, on a work trip. They work together. Halfway across the world. She wants a divorce and my life is… over.”

“That is some shit. But I’m failing to see what makes you the putz in this situation.”

“You should see the guy she left me for,” he whistles and shakes his head, “a global businessman, 6 foot 2, nice suits, private jet, Poli. A real mensch. And me…” He waves his hand, presenting himself from head to toe, “…a putz”. 

“Poli? As in ‘want a cracker’?”

He snickers into his drink, you smile and nod. Laughing, good.

“I was dying to see what this guy looked like. I found him on social media, which I am not on… so I set up an fucking instagram account last night at 3am to find him and I went through the entire thing while Mira slept like a baby. Trust me, compared to him, I’m a putz.” 

You can picture it, him sitting on the floor of a nice bedroom, wife with lovely hair and a silk sleep mask; he’s verifying his email address through teary eyes and then doom scrolling on some fuckboy’s instagram; self esteem being bulldozed and finely ground into powdery sand. 

“You’re not a putz. They sound like the fucking putzes in this scenario.” 

“There were even couple-y photos from months ago on there. Just posted there, online, for everyone to see. I can hear Mira now, ’ Go ahead and post it, Poli. Jonathan won’t know, he doesn’t have an instagram, because he’s a putz.’”

“I’m going to need you to stop calling yourself that. And I’m going to need you to start getting angry at these fucking… schmucks? Is that the right word?” 

Jonathan considers and nods, “Sure”.

“Because these shmucks seem very selfish and gross. Getting played doesn’t make you a putz… or maybe it does. I’d need more time with the language to fully know I guess, but trust me anyway. You’re not a putz. You’re a mensch.” 

Jonathan hums with disbelief “I don’t know about that.”

“Honestly neither do I as I don’t speak yiddish. What’s a mensch?” 

“Mensch,” Jonathan balls his fist and grits his teeth, “a man, but,” he raises a finger and points it at you “an honorable man. Like my Saba- my grandpa. He was a mensch. Took care of his family, loved them to a fault. When he finally got money, he’d- haha, he would leave the needy families from temple envelopes of money, totally anonymous. Drove my Bubbie crazy. One of my first memories is her, in their living room, cursing up a storm because one of the families told her they saw him dropping the envelope at their door and wanted to repay him. Saba just read his newspaper and ignored her until she was finished with her rant. And then, I’ll never forget this, he folded up his newspaper very carefully, very slowly, and set it on his lap and said, ‘Matya’-that was her name- ‘Matya, do you not have everything you need? Hmm? Has God not blessed us beyond compare? If you want to complain to someone, then pray.’ He- Saba was a mensch.”

You nod thoughtfully. “You’re a mensch too.”

Jonathan scoffs, “you don’t even know me.”

“I know that I’ve been flashing you my pussy for the past month and you haven’t made a move.”

It’s bold, its unprecedented, you’re saying the unsaid thing- and it catches him off-guard mid sip and now he’s coughing up warm Jack Daniels. 

“So you have noticed. I’m flattered.” You smile ruefully and bat your eyes, honestly titillated at the blush creeping up his cheeks. 

He dries his chin with the back of his wrinkled sleeve, “Noticed? Of course I’ve noticed. You haven’t been exactly shy about it! I thought I was going crazy. But you just… kept doing it and God I’ve been…. Never mind.”

“No!” You slap his shoulder playfully, “you have to tell me! You’ve been what?”

Jonathan cant look at you when he admits, “I’ve been having to hide my erection behind textbooks like I’m fifteen fucking years old!” 

All you can do is smile, he’s embarrassed but he shouldn’t be. He’s not the one who has been brazenly exposing themselves for hours upon hours in a crowded classroom. 

“Why-“ he starts, stopping himself again, “why?”

You take a deep inhale, wishing you had something to occupy your fingers besides the short whiskey glass on the bar when you say, “Let’s just say, I’d never put on that kind of show for a man who I thought was a putz.”

“You have a crush on me.” He accuses with a tired smile. Cute fucking smile.

You waggle your eyebrows, “I do.” 

“Is it the teacher thing?”

“No, it’s more of a you thing.”

“So you’re not doing this to any other professors?”

“Ha! How well do you think that would go over in my Abnormal Psychology class?”

“I guess that would depend on who’s teaching?” He smile is so big right now, his eyes are so scrunched and his teeth show. He even reaches for the mixed nuts Scotty sat down between you. 

“For Ab Psych? Fletcher.”

“Gloria?”

“That’s the one. What are my odds? Think I can pull her?”

“I think you could pull just about anyone.”

“So could you.”

He shakes his head and chews thoughtfully. Clearly having some kind of debate upstairs you’re un-privy to.

“You’re not failing my class. I know because I’ve checked. That first day you...flashed me I checked your grades. 100%. So what’s the deal? Do you need some kind of letter of recommendation? The access codes to the Dean’s office? Are you after my money? Because I don’t really have much-”

“You have codes to the Deans office? His office is coded? Like Star Trek?”

“No, I don’t have codes, I’m just trying to figure out what this is, what you’re doing, cheering me up, hanging out with a-“

“Do not say putz, Jonathan I swear to god.” He puts his hands up defensively, and lowers them again, going for another fistful of cashews. “I like you. I think you’re sweet and sexy and I love the way you get all flustered but you still sneak glances. You’re… endlessly endearing. You’re kind, and thoughtful, and you care about your work. You always grant extensions, which is fucking benevolent. I’m getting wet just thinking about how fucking patient you are. And the clothes. God your stupid clothes. I love them so much. You look comfortable, comforting- like good leftovers. And I know that sounds… not like a compliment, but I am of the notion that Chinese take-out tastes so much better the next day.”

“You should never talk to Mira. You’d have nothing in common. At all.”

“That can’t be true.”

“She’s revolted by me, trust me. You don’t get shoved while you’re trying to hug your wife and not get deemed ‘revolting’”

You whistle at the embarrassing admission, “She sounds like a real cunt, just putting that out there. But she married you, didn’t she? So, at one point she must’ve loved you. And I bet her list of reasons why she fell for you- look a lot like mine. It’s not your fault. This shit just happens with people. We fall in love and we fall out of love, and if we are schmucks, then we destroy everything around us during the falling out portion of the cycle. You ever hear of the 7 year itch?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s science. You’re a good guy, so you probably don’t get it, but for the rest of us animals out here- we are disgusting perverts looking for someone to touch our genitals so we can feel important and loved and sexy, etcetera.”

“You’re not a pervert. You’re… bold, maybe. But not a pervert.”

“Ha! Bold. Good one. Agree to disagree, teach.” You take a few cashews from the bowl and chew as you ask, “so, any plans tonight? Besides getting some much needed sleep?”

“My parents have Ava for the evening, so no. God, how am I going to tell Ava?” He groans and clutches the roots of his hair with both hands, elbows propped up on the sticky bar.

“Who is Ava?”

“My daughter.”

“You have a kid?” You exclaim with a full mouth of partially masticated cashews. “That makes it so much worse!”

He turns his head slowly and eyes you and you know you just said The Wrong Thing. Idiot.

“Uhhh, sorry.”

“Nah, it’s alright. I know. It’s a mess.”

“So, Ava doesn’t know… have you told anyone else?”

“My friends already knew. For months, apparently,” he scoffs and takes another sip, “and I told my parents this morning when I dropped off Ava. I told them we had a fight, I didn’t tell them she’s planning on leaving me.”

“Hold the fuck up. Your friends knew? Jesus Christ, Jonathan.”

“I know. I can’t even commiserate with them because they’re polyamorous and-and that’s fine for them, I’m happy for them, but they just- don’t understand. You know, I’m so stupid, so so stupid- I used to think that they were crazy and unhappy because they would bicker and argue about their other lovers and I, stupidly, thought wow I’m so lucky to have such a stable monogamous relationship and I felt proud of that. Putz, I tell you.”

“Everytime you say putz I’m making you take a shot from here on out.”

Jonathan laughs heartily. Progress. 

You see a lightbulb go off in his head and he slaps the bar. “Dammit.”

“What?”

“I- it’s nothing. Shit.”

“Tell meee, you’ve told me everything else.”

“It’s nothing, I just forgot to pack Mira’s sound machine. She takes it on all her trips, she can’t sleep without it.”

“Excusemewhatthefuck? You forgot to pack? You packed her luggage?”

“Yeah. She was manic, she was having trouble.”

“The luggage she’s taking on her affair trip? The ‘goodbye forever’ bag?”

“That’s the one.”

“Wait, wait, wait;” you push your finger to your temple, “was this before or after she told you she was shacking up with the parrot man who shall not be named?”

Jonathan looks sheepish and admits, “After”.

“Oh dear lord, hallowed be thy name. Tell me you’re kidding.”

“I backed her bags for her yeah.”

He packed her luggage, after she said she was jet setting with her boyfriend. This poor fucking sap. What a mensch. Any other person would have packed up her stuff alright, and then thrown the boxes in the fucking Hudson. 

“You’re a good man, Jonathan. A good husband.” You pat his shoulder. “But there are some things that even Jack Daniels can’t cure and holyyyy shit, are you one of them.” 

He chuckles, “truly a lost cause, I know.”

“No, not a lost cause. But I do have a cure for what ails you.”

“Oh yeah? Let me guess- a bullet?” 

“Oh that was dark. But funny. And, no. I’m not going to murder you, I’m going to take you into the ladies room and suck your dick so hard that the Dyson company will have to revamp their vacuum technology. Think of it as a… karmic consolation prize for getting royally fucked over.”

The shocked look he gives you makes you consider that you might want to keep at the psychiatry classes after all, if only to save yourself some money in the future on therapy for your own perverted mind. 

“Can’t karma only be portioned out by the cosmos?”

Well, that wasn’t the answer you were expecting. He must think you’re joking.

“Oh he’s Jewish and Buddhist now. A man of many hats. I’m serious, Jonathan. I will suck your dick so good you forget about everything for at least…” you pretend to do calculations in you head “… 2 full minutes. And that is a stronger offer than even Mr. Daniels can make you.” 

“The bathroom? Here?”

“Sorry, I called the Ritz and their powder room is booked till next February. Yeah, the bathroom here… Or, second option: we go back to my dorm room. My roommate is cool, Aleesha. You know her from class! She’ll put on headphones and pretend we aren’t there. Lord knows I’ve done it for her enough times.”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Okay… third option: we go back to your home- you know, the place where your wife ripped your heart out and scrubbed the floor with it? We go there and make love in the bed she’s never coming back to. Hows that sound?”

“First option.”

“First option. Excellent choice.” You down the rest of your drink and slam it purposefully to the rubber mat at Scotty’s station. Tossing a 20 next to it. You stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder, giving Scotty a wink. He just shakes his head at you, unloading the dishwasher. God bless him. 

You hold out your hand to Jonathan but when he doesn’t take it you lean in close to his ear and sing-song “I’m not wearing underwear”

His shoulders un-tense and he lets you lead him like a dog to the off-shooting hallway where you know there’s a single stall ladies room with a lock on the door. Not that you’d need to lock it anyway, there are no other women here as far as you know. But you lock it nonetheless as soon as you’re both safely inside. The walls are red like the twinkle lights at the bar and he looks equal parts tired and terrified.

Jonathan stands there like a blushing fucking virgin on a middle school dance floor, you can tell from the tent in his trousers that he’s raring to go, but all his other body parts seem to be speaking a different language entirely. 

“You going to kiss me, or should I get down on my knees first?”

“Kiss you. Definitely kiss you.”

His hands are purposeful and tender as they cradle your cheeks, the press of his lips is soft and unhurried and ultimately unbefitting the seamy surroundings. He tastes like your favorite cheap whiskey, lips slightly sticky with the sweetness, like the surface of every counter in this dump. 

You’re kissing your professor, absorbing the wordless lessons from his lips and his tongue as it naturally slips into your mouth. He is sweet and shy and searching. At first.

And then, all of a sudden he’s kissing you like he’s got something to prove, like he’s not the man who has been holding back from checking out your ass as you saunter out of his classroom. He is the man who has written tiny encouragements on your quizzes, all graded in red ink, all forgotten and stuffed in your bag, slung over your shoulder like a million secret love notes. 

You grab his messy curls in your hands, telling him with your fingers on his scalp that you’ve longed to do this, that you’ve longed to lick into him with abandon, that it wasn’t a game you were playing, but a long-con; comprised of temptation and adoration. That though you’re sorry he’s going through this bullshit, the timing couldn’t selfishly be fucking better and you invite him in with every suck of your lips, with every flick of your tongue to taste all the things he’s ever denied himself, because he does deserve it, and fuck anyone who doesn’t think so. 

You push his back into the peeling red wallpaper between the sink and the latched door, your lips leaving his lips and traversing away from his heavy breath and fogged spectacles, down the softness of his beard, to kiss open mouthed at his neck. His hands feel like they’re everywhere at once; smooth on your back, rough in your hair, tender along your cheekbone. And the relieved moans coming from his throat serenade you in an encompassing tenor as you unbutton his awful wrinkled top- the one he probably slept and cried in the previous evening. 

You push the objectionable fabric from his shoulders, it falls to the floor, the floor that you know hasn’t been mopped in months, and you kiss your way down, down his unencumbered form; cherishing every new landscape. You read his body like fingers on Braille, like chalk on a board; you go so far south that you’re forced onto your knees and you can see the protestations on his face- because he is a good man. You can read it all like the eye of a projector lens. To him you are too precious for debasement. But it isn’t debased if it is desired, and you fucking desire it. 

The linoleum is harsh on your bare knees and you’re very aware of your lack of underwear at this moment because despite the heat inside of you, your wetness is exposed to the freon cold and the coldness spreads thinly down the insides of your thighs the longer you lick at the trail of hair above his waistband.  

 You unbuckle the flimsy vintage belt from his corduroy pants and chuckle to yourself at how much he compared himself to this Poli fucker. With his ‘good suits’. There could be nothing sexier to you than the exact version of the man stood before you. You don’t tell him this, instead you press your face to his corduroy clothed crotch and inhale deeply. You want to smell and appreciate the lust he’s hidden from you, the hardness he’s kept tame in his pants at the thought of you. All the joys he’s denied himself, you acknowledge and respect. You breathe the musky cravings into your lungs and luxuriate in them.

He smooths his hands along your hairline and you sigh, kissing at his tented hardness. 

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” His lips are parted in awe, eyes half lidded with lust and exhaustion.

“I haven’t even started yet” you say as you unbutton, unzip and slowly pull down his two layers along his firm thighs. His cock bobs out, thick and hard and… uncut? Well, well, well. 

“This is… interesting.” You muse as you stroke him easily with your desperate hand. You revel in the sight of his clear precum dripping over the top of his dark foreskin. 

“I’ll,” he gasps, “tell you all about my parents feud with the Mohel later if you want, just… please, fuck.”

“No skin off my nose…. And no skin off your cock for that matter.”

“Think you’re real fucking cute don’t you?” Ohhh, he’s wrecked, isn’t he? Probably hasn’t gotten blown in a long fucking time and based on his choice of words, some animal within has taken the helm and you couldn’t be more thrilled. 

You smile up at him, licking the bead as it dribbles down his shaft. “I know I am.” 

Before you take him into your mouth you tell him, “Jonathan, I don’t want you to be gentle. Don’t be shy” you kiss the side of his shaft, “not here. Not ever again. Fuck my mouth like you’re fucking my mouth in a dirty bar bathroom. Hold my hair,”  you demand. 

And without a second’s hesitation, his fist comes to curl in the roots of your scalp, he grips tightly when you’re finally on him, enveloping his hardness with your pliant little mouth. His short nails scrape the top of your head and you marvel at how easy it was for him to follow direction this time, where every time before he dragged his fucking feet. But now? Right now? He’s guiding your skull up and down his shaft leisurely, like he’s done this a million times. 

Jonathan’s stunted breathing fills the air of the cramped little washroom and its so different from the controlled expression of his hands in your hair. He is close already. The way is hardness grows ever more substantial under your tongue as he fucks your throat, the pushy rasping of air betrays the calculated thrusts of his hips. You can tell he wants to gallop to the edge, but there’s something about the way he reigns it in that is intriguing to you. Perhaps he doesn’t want it to end. Maybe he is trying in vain to savor every fleck of pleasure, terrified he will never have your soft hair under his fingers again. Never have your pliant willing mouth at his disposal after today. Because to him, today is a fluke, a miscast, an undoing; and every bit of you that he thinks belongs to him, was never really his to begin with. 

But he’s wrong, he’s wrong about himself and what he thinks he’s worth; and you tell him as much when you beg him to cum in your mouth, you beg him not with words, but with tongue and lips to taste him- you beg, relaxing your throat and sucking down sweetly with every pull-back, to have his spend on your tongue. You dig your nails into his buttocks, and force your mouth down so hard that your chin gets tickled by his balls. You want it down your throat. In a simultaneously sick and caring way, you want him to be able to walk through the front door of his broken home a changed man- impervious to the jagged edges of the wreckage his wife left behind. 

You want him to think less of her when he thinks of you. Its not honorable, but it is honest. And god you really don’t want to be thinking about his faceless wife as he cums down your throat, but that’s life, baby and you’re beyond caring. If there was ever any doubt of your pervert status, there isn’t anymore. You’re getting your throat fucked by your still technically married professor, in a bar bathroom at 5 o’clock on a Tuesday. They might just put you in the pervert hall of fucking fame. 

He clutches your scalp and you can see the unforgiving way his bottom lip quivers as he shudders and empties himself in the warm give of your pliant mouth. 

He pulsates hot thick semen onto your tongue. It drips down into your belly via your relaxed throat and you suck gently on his lickable foreskin as he braces his strong palm against the sharpie stained bolted mirror. You can make out “Lonnie 4 evR” between his thumb and index finger. His whole hot, sweat slicked body shivers as he flexes over your kneeling form. 

You could tongue him for hours if he’d let you, suckling the shrinking head of his uncut cock, but he pulls out; shaking, sensitive, and self conscious. He kneels on the floor to be at your level, his corduroy pants still covering his knees and shins but he’s bare everywhere else. He embraces you and you cradle him in a ruby red dream, a scarlet ship in the sea of the nightmare that has become his life. In this locked little room, nothing feels real but who cares- who fucking cares about what’s real? Reality is fucked, reality is so much messier than this sticky bathroom floor. He clutches your torso like a pillow and twists his hands in your hair like legs in sheets. 

-

Holy fuck, he thinks. He usually falls asleep after he cums, his body trained through years of fisting himself in the en suite at midnight, and he is so fucking tired he’s worried he might pass out in your arms. You’ll leave him here; he’s certain, here on the floor, unconscious. A student will eventually find him here, trousers at his ankles, and he’ll lose his job on top of everything else he’s lost today. But you’re scratching his back lightly and not budging an inch under his heavy embrace, and he can’t bring himself to worry that you’ll leave him. You wouldn’t do that.

-

You twist yourself within the crush of his gratitude and kiss the tip of his lovely nose. His hair no longer looks like its been pulled from frustration, but from passion; and his red eyes are no longer haggard but dopey with relief. He smiles widely and chuckles with disbelief, planting his forehead on your clavicle. 

“I haven’t gotten a blow job in… I don’t know, at least 3 years?” He sounds giddy and he laughs against your chest. 

“You poor mensch.”

“That was… amazing. You know- I didn’t think this was where the day was going to take me but…. Shit. Honey.” He’s still shaking, pawing at the back of your top and kissing your sternum. “You’re going to make one hell of a psychiatrist, you know.”

You stroke his hair and kiss the top of it and giggle. “If that’s psychiatry, then I want my student loans cancelled.” 

He shakes his head. “That was the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“I’m nothing if not a philanthropist. Now get up and get dressed, we should call you a cab.”

“My car is in the staff lot.”

“And there it shall remain.”

He tilts his head to look up at you, the heaviest eyelids you’ve ever seen behind crooked glasses. 

“You don’t want me to return the favor? I’d really fucking like to return the favor. Been dreaming about putting my head up your skirt for a month straight.”

You rub your palms up the warm smooth flesh of his chest. His offer is tempting, very very fucking tempting. You’re wetter than a rainforest, but he’s so very tired, and there will be other bars, other bathrooms, more anatomy classes. Besides, this was for him. “Keep dreaming, professor. No offense but you look half dead right now and I’m not into necrophilia.”

He blinks slowly at you a couple times before agreeing, “That’s fair.” 

He straightens his glasses and braces himself against the wall to stand. He offers you his hand and he hoists you up. You help him button up his shirt that, thankfully, has no visible stains from the dubious floor. Once he’s all zipped up, you check yourselves in the marked up mirror. You’ve got a bit of smudged mascara and your hair is, well, very tangled at the roots, but you pull yourselves together well enough to not draw too much attention when you exit and make your way back over to Scotty. If anyone noticed or cared about your dual emerge from the ladies room, they sure do play it cool. 

“Scotty, you grabbed his bag, yeah?” You brace your hands on the bar, giving Scotty a winning smile. 

Scotty says nothing but stoops to reach under the bar for Professor Levy’s bag and hands him the leather sack over the bar. Scotty is always on it. What a peach. 

“Thanks…” Jonathan had obviously forgotten that he’d left his bag behind when he followed you to the bathroom. Scotty gives him a single nod. 

Jonathan nudges your shoulder and whispers, “can you ask him if he has my mug?”

“You didn’t bring your mug today, remember?”

“No.”

“Well you didn’t.” You slap a fiver on the rubber mat for Scotty. “One more favor, Scotty, can you call this mensch a cab?” You wink at Jonathan who doesn’t seem to catch what you’ve said. He’s leaning on the wooden top, eyelids curtaining and it seems a miracle that he’s still upright. To most people, especially within the context of the bar, it’d probably look like he was drunk, but you know that he’s nodding and swaying from exhaustion.

You face him and put your hands on his hips, hugging his middle. He raises his eyebrows like that’s going to help prevent the closing of his heavy lids.

“I’d love to stay and see you off, but I gotta go- I have a psych group project and if I don’t leave now, they’re going to put my name at the bottom of the power point. You know that’s the death row. And since, as we established, I’m not showing my chocha to Gloria, I doubt she’ll be as lenient as you might be.” 

He nods and waves you off off of him, “I’ll be fine, go, go.”

You step away from your casual embrace tentatively. “Yeah? Because you look like you’re about to fall over.”

“I was standing before you were born.” He smiles, amused with himself and fuck if he isn’t the cutest thing.

You’re about to leave but then you remember… “Oh- one more thing”, You reach into the front pocket of your bag and pull out a handful of red lace, bunching it in your fist you covertly shove it into the front pocket of his loose corduroy trousers. Not even Scotty saw that move. 

Jonathan eyes you quizzically and reaches into his pocket and when he feels what it is, his eyes go even more dopey, if that’s possible. 

“Thank you.” There’s a gravity behind those two little words that feels weightier than cheap lace panties. 

“You’re welcome. See you tomorrow professor.” You wink at him at him and wave goodbye, turning on your heel, heading for the door- bag slung over your shoulder. You hope to christ you remembered to pack the the ab psych notes for Aleesha or she’s going to bite your damn head off.

With one foot out in the sunlight you turn around to call, “Bye, Scotty! Take care of him, and make sure he gets his cab.” 

Scotty gives you a thumbs up from behind the bar, landline receiver at his ear, already calling the yellow taxi. Fucking champ. 

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Hi!! I love your work 🤭 Could you please do an Argyle x reader smut where Argyle is a virgin and a major simp lmaooo

WON’T BITE. + ARGYLE

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? summary. your boyfriend Argyle was the sweetest guy you'd ever met, but as his first girlfriend, you knew you'd have your hands full. author's note. i made a discord server that you should totally join and help me convert more stranger things fans into Argyle simps.

[ ❥ ] pairing. argyle x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 2.5K

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, fluff

[ ❥ ] warnings. mature language, black fem reader because i said so, reader with stretch marks, soft ari, first time, established relationship, grinding, tooth rotting fluff, slight dom reader, glow in the dark condom, the bright yellow pizza shirt, not proof read.

Argyle was the perfect boyfriend for you. He knew how to make you laugh, and his laid-back personality instantly mellowed out every time you worried about something.

Your boyfriend is practically your voice of reason when deciding most things in your life as if you were a pretty confusing bitch.

Argyle knew you like the back of his hand, having fallen head over heels for you ever since your classmate Jonathan introduced you two. You and Jonathan had been asked by Joyce to pick up Will and Jane from the mall; neither you nor Jonathan had your vehicle, as Joyce was off buying something for dinner.

Jonathan made a quick phone call to someone over the phone as you watched a large delivery van pull into his driveway from his living room window.

Still recreating his shocked face as you swung open the door instead of Jonathan. Argyle was a stuttering mess when he first laid his eyes on you, a stuttering mess about how you looked so much like an angel floating down from heaven in slow motion.

You found out later in your relationship that the boy was just high out of his mind when he first saw you and thought he was being welcomed to heaven.

Your friendship started on a wonderful footing. Having always hung out as a trio, there would be times where you would catch Argyle staring a little longer than necessary or the many times he would offer to drive you home, claiming that it was on the way to his home, though you knew his house was in the other direction. 

You weren't bothered by his kind of desperate efforts to flirt with you. If anything, you welcomed it, having grown close to the goofy and cheerful man, soon finding yourself spending time with him without Jonathan.

It was natural for you to confess your feelings for each other, and you've been dating since then.

You would think that Argyle’s nervousness would die down the more you spent time with him, but it seemed like he had just fallen more in love with you as he was considered your boyfriend. You weren’t mad at his behavior. 

You had found his stutter and inability to make eye contact without smiling adorably peppering his face with kisses each time he would stumble over his words the moment your eyes met to be endearing.

But the longer you had grown to grow together, the more the thoughts in the back of your head started to get louder.

You were still, in fact, a teenage girl with needs. And those needs were becoming almost unbearable as you became not only emotionally but also sexually attracted to your boyfriend.

As you know, Argyle would never pressure you into doing anything, whether sex or not. Peer pressure just wasn’t his thing. Any time of pressure in general as well.

This was why it took a couple of months for you two to get comfortable enough with each other to move to the next stage. It wasn’t your choice as you wanted to jump his bone.

Seeking an opportunity to finally snuff that ache burning in your lower parts, but you wanted Argyle to be comfortable. Letting him set his own pace with things as you guys took a more "safe" process, by which safe means Argyle planning out the time and date he wanted to have sex with you. 

Though being extra prepared didn't stop the nervous pit swelling inside of him, his fingers shaking as he pulled you on top of his lap, pausing and pulling away every minute to reassure and ask you "is this okay?" covering his anxiousness with his questions though you knew him better than that.

Seeing his overly comforting personality inside, he was just one big anxious teddy bear, as you would reply every time as he went on by pecking his lips and smiling at him.

His rough moans were being swallowed down your throat, with every movement of your hips grinding against his colorful denim jeans. shredding his white and blue blazer to just his bright yellow pizza shirt. 

You could feel his fingers trembling against you as you arched closer against him, feeling the thumping pace of his heart at your touch as you grabbed his wrist and placed it on the high of your waist.

Argyle pulled away from your kiss, his eyes fluttering open as his mouth opened to speak, not being able to find his words as they closed only to open again.

"Ari, I don’t expect you to be some super sexy sex demon. I’ll tell you what I like and help only if you want to go any farther." Feeling suddenly vulnerable under your gaze as you sat on his lap.

Argyle shifted his hips up against yours, his body seemingly under a spell as his mind said one thing but his body wanted another. "I—I want to…it just, I don’t know, you just make me so nervous." 

Still, under the effect of your beauty, you were the first girl to even be in his bedroom other than his mother. 

Let alone being the first girl to ever sit on his lap and kiss him the same way he craved for you. "How about you set the pace then? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer as his eyes glinted almost like a puppy with a new toy, ducking your head closer to his ear, kissing his lobe before whispering, "Ari, touch me please."

You didn’t think you were the type to give orders during sex. Your usual fantasies just involved you getting railed to your heart's content by your celebrity crushes. Your lewd daydreaming usually involves your partner being in charge, but it was obvious that Argyle was going to need to be taught a lot of things with your simple guidance. 

His body reacted first upon your request as his hips thrust up for friction, making him practically shudder under you as his shark hands trailed under your shirt. His fingers felt like ice as they traced against your skin. It felt nice compared to your heated brown skin.

His fingers dragged along your stomach, almost like he was still starstruck that he was touching you, wanting to memorize every curve, dip, and stretch mark. 

His fingers groped at the plush skin taking note of how your thighs flinched as his fingers dragged against the bud of your nipples. Reaching to unclasp the bra from the back as it fell from your shoulder.

Argyles instantly leaned in to press his lips to your chest, leaving a trail of harsh kisses that unintentionally left marks that would bruise your dark skin later in the day.

You let him do his thing, craning your neck and arching closer to him. Allowing him full access to your body as his tongue swirled around his nipple, your body reacted fast as you flinched hard. 

You were so perfect in Argyle’s eyes. The more he kissed you, the more it was intoxicating the more he felt.

The way you curved just so in his touch, how your eyes fluttered shut with every sigh and moaned that slipped from your lips. How your curled hair looked in the light that peeked through his curtains and lit against your brown skin.

He just wanted to shout your name at the top of his lungs he concluded that you were just so fucking perfect in his eyes it was no surprise how much his boner strained against the denim of his suddenly tight jeans.

 It was no help that you were grinding against him, your thighs pressing against his as he tried to control how much his hips would buck with every swerve of your hips but it was all just starting to become so unbearable.

He needed you so badly his thoughts clouded with want as the noises you made grew louder he felt like his head was going to explode from just the cute little sounds you made.

 There was slight confidence in his touches, the way his hands trailed over your body was a task in mind though there was still a little tremble in his fingers that you admire about him, a reminder of the dork that you had fallen smitten for. 

The More his hands would wander the less confidence you had over the control you had over him, as you grew desperate for more of him.

“Ari please,” you whined. With your hand taking his wrist and trailing his hand down towards your underwear, you were becoming impatient, grinding your hips against his crotch rougher than you started. 

Argyle had a second of thinking before he realized what you wanted from him, he knew he was supposed to touch you down there he just didn't know how to stifle his moan grabbing the collar of his shirt as you leaned back against the mattress. 

His hands trembled as he helped you fully undress, his fingers sliding between your legs as his head ducked in the curve of your neck. 

His touch halting as it teased the heat of your entrance not sure how to progress any farther you took the silent interoperation and guided his hands towards your clit, spreading his fingers as you bent his index and middle finger inside of you, finding a comfortable pace to pump his fingers in and out of you with listening to his staggered breathing in your ear as he circled your clit with his thumb. 

As he had found his rhythm, leaning your head back against the mattress your mouth gaped open as you moaned clenching around his fingers.

Argyle littered kisses along your neck and collarbones wanting to worship your body as much as possible convinced that if he were dreaming that he was going to make the best of it. 

Wanting nothing more than to be naked next to you, Argyle managed with minor difficulty to get rid of his clothes. Opting to slip under the blankets, both a little self-conscious with your bare bodies suddenly exposed. 

His fingers curled inside of you on accident as your chest rose and moaned loudly.

Argyle's eyes widened as he was so turned on at the moment that it was becoming unbearable to want nothing but to milk those same sounds out of you. Curling and thrusting his fingers out of you as you squirmed under him.

 Wrapping your arms around his neck and drawing him down for a kiss, you were less merciful as you deepened the kiss regarded his need for air as you kissed him like it was your last.

“Wait…wait.” instantly pulling away, glancing up at Argyle as he leaned on the top of you, his breath harsh as he was practically gasping for air. 

An alarm ringing in your head, afraid that you had done something to make him uncomfortable, your eyes scanned over his entire body before looking back at him.

 Your worries washed away as your boyfriend leaned on the other end of the mattress where his pants sat on the floor and dug into his pockets pulling out a string of condoms.

You didn't question why he had so many or why they were glowing in the dark only laughing with each other as you rolled it onto him and ducked under the blankets the glow of the condom being very dim as you helped him thrust inside of you, coaxing a moan out of both of you

. “The more I listen to those sounds you make, the more I feel like I'm losing my mind man.” grunting as you felt his breath against your neck, his arms holding himself up placed on both sides of your head. 

You felt amazing, swearing that he was bound to melt from how warm you felt around him. The overwhelming need fluttered with every thrust as his chest lay against yours, convinced that your pussy could kill him, he would die a happy man. 

As much as you wanted him to do his thing, you craved more stimulation as his naive rhythm was just a tad bit too slow for your pace, budging your hand against his chest as you repositioned the two of you so you sat back on top of him, the blankets covering your shoulder. 

 “Every time I look at you I swear I fall more in love.” his confession breaking a smile from your lips as you like looking down at his flushed brown skin the way he looked up at you like you were a goddess making your knees weak.

 You both were so in love with each other. Your pace was less slow yet still gentle as Argyle's eyes would switch to watching your breast bounce to his hand that you trained to circle your clit, your hips rolling against him. 

The closer you rushed to your orgasm, the more you realized how much Argyle was holding back to finishing with you. An adorable look of pure concentration was written on his face as he focused on his fingers, pleasing you. Leaning in to slip your tongue into his mouth as you whimpered. 

Your hips twitched as the small little gesture seemed to throw Argyle over the edge as he whimpered against your mouth. Your orgasm tumbled right after his as your thigh clenched shut against his, your fingers clenched in his long brown hair. 

You slowly rolled off of him, letting him slip out of you, before curling up next to him. He was breathing heavily, obviously exhausted, as it was the only form of working out he had done since he had to do gym class. 

But he’d never felt more content than when your naked body curled up beside him. Wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you onto his chest, cuddling you close as he peppered kisses along with your head. “Legally, there's no way you should be allowed to make me this happy.” 

his comment muffled as his face was buried in the curls of your hair, his nose nuzzling closer to you. “Ari, you are such a simp.” You chuckle placing a kiss in the middle of his chest.

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Take a Bite; Jonathan Byers x Reader [Vampire AU]

JONATHAN BYERS x VAMPIRE!FEM!READER

SUMMARY: You were new to school for sketchy reasons, but you and Jonathan both had one thing in common at that party and that was all it took for something to click.

WARNINGS/NOTES: Blood (duh), not overly romantic, little dramatic, I genuinely hate this but it’s apart of this AU week so here it is!

REQUEST: Saw the AU week thing and wanted a vampire au with Jonathan he can be the vampire or the reader can don’t care ty so much!! you work is amazing!

WORD COUNT: 2.9K

A/N: Another one finished I cry I tired I dead. THERE WILL BE NO PART TWO 

In a time where vampires didn’t glitter, being a vampire wasn’t enjoyable.

Even if you’d only been this way for two years you had wished with every sleepless night that you would somehow wake up and be back to normal. When your favourite meal actually tasted of something, when you could feel your heart race, when you could actually see the scars from the adventures you went on, when you were a normal teenager who dealt with acne or normal teenage things.

It was isolating, to walk alone in the world, especially as you were completely alone, no family or friends, all gone when people thought you died in a fire that took your family. If it hadn’t been for that boy you dated on impulse, the one who ‘saved’ you, you might be doing something normal, even if that met being somewhere else with your family.

But somehow you ended up in Hawkin’s Laboratory as nothing more than something to analyse.

You remember a year ago when #011 disappeared, everyone talked about it, your doctors, therapists, just anyone who knew anything about it.

But a year later when a man arrived at your room you were shocked by what he said.

“We want you to go outside and spy on suspects.”

You couldn’t say no, you were sent out, given a house to live in and basic orders of what to do.

But on your first day, Hawkin’s laboratory was shut down by the suspects you were to follow.

Lost on what to do, you anxiously sipped on the blood you were supplied with tossing up different ideas. Leaving, going, completing the mission, trying to find people like you.

You decided to stay.

Walking through the halls of school you were shaking and scratching consequential of the suns irritation on your skin (though it would never kill you), it had been so long since you wore normal clothes and did normal things like interacting with teenagers. Even if it was a fake identity.

Using the map provided you found the classroom easier than anticipated and quickly sat down in the room filled with chatter and laughter, boys sitting on tables and girl gossiping about who knows what, not much had changed over two years. You were excited, you didn’t care if people stared at you on the odd occasion.

But then Jonathan Byers entered.

You only knew it was him because you were given a file, supposed to gain his trust and make him tell you everything he knew. But he’d shut down Hawkin’s Laboratory with Nancy Byers so now he was irrelevant, now you just needed to decide if you’d ignore him.

But he would make that decision for you eventually.

Sitting next to you ditching his books quickly on his desk you assumed this was just where he normally sat, especially as he didn’t talk to you at all.

So you turned your thoughts away from him and started classes, they were fun, you hadn’t been this ecstatic in years. Whatever thoughts you had of hating school seemed to disappear now that you’d lived without it.

But as you reached lunch you became quickly aware of the that you hadn’t made any solid friends and therefore had nowhere to sit. 

You tossed up hiding and sipping blood or pretending to eat food like everyone else, you stood by the doorway of the cafeteria pondering the idea before you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Y/N right?”

It was Nancy, how could you forget she was supposed to keep an eye on you as the Lab had asked the school.

“I’m Nancy I’m supposed to make sure you’re settling in, would you like to sit with me?”

You smiled in reply, “Okay.”

You grimaced at the idea of having food, but having friends also seemed exciting, to socialize with people your own age even if two years apart.

You followed her into the crowded cafeteria, watching everyone create a ruckus or silently scoff their food down, Nancy gestured to a table with some people you recognised and others you didn’t.

Steve Harrington, you were aware of, you liked his hair. And Jonathan, he looked up at you and you could tell he recognised you.

“This is Y/N she’s new, the principal asked me to keep tabs on her so I thought she could sit with us.” Nancy explained with a kind smile, her aura was comforting, nothing that seemed to be the aura of a girl who could shut down Hawkin’s Laboratory.

They shrugged and gestured for you two to sit down, you did it eagerly along with Nancy but didn’t know how to start a conversation as you stared at everyone on the table. But they all seemed infatuated with their food anyway, you pulled out the sandwich you’d made in case of this situation and looked at it not wanting to actually eat it.

“You’re in my math class right?”

Distracting you from your sandwich you turned to Jonathan as he waited for you to answer timidly, “Yeah. With Mrs Brown right?”

“Right, she’s a buzzkill isn’t she?” he asked furthering the conversation giving you a reason to ignore the tasteless food.

“Ugh, I was hoping I was just getting a bad first impression.”

“Oh no, she actually called the class pathetic sheep once.”

“I heard about that.” Steve said including himself in the conversation, “Yeah she’s the worst, sorry Y/N.”

You laughed, “Thank you for your condolences.”

People laughed with you for a fraction of a moment before it became silent again, you sighed slightly annoyed but decided to just put the sandwich away and hope no one bothered to notice. Luckily no one did and you were in the clear.

“So we going to the party this friday?” Steve asked as he threw his food scraps in the bin from his seat, “The one at Matt’s?”

The table started bubbling with talk again as people talked about some guy called Matt’s party, you didn’t pay to much attention, you never liked parties and now that you could even become drunk there didn’t seem to be a selling point.

“You a party kind of girl Y/N?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow, you shook your head without a second thought but Nancy didn’t seem to like your opinions.

“But you could meet a bunch of people from school, you can get acquainted with everyone,” she explained trying to persuade you, but you gave an impish look and she just sighed. “How about you Jonathan, you want to go?”

“No.” he replied just as quick as you shook your head, “I don’t even know why you asked me that.”

You could help but smile at the remark, “You sure? I’m going either way.”

“I’m sure.” Jonathan elaborated picking at the last of his lunch, “It’s not my scene.”

Nancy waved him off, “It was worth a try.”

You exchanged a look with Jonathan and you both smiled at each other, you were thankful someone hated parties as much as you did.

Why were you at this party.

Standing in the corner of the room with ‘strawberry punch’ you sipped it slowly feeling yourself breathe in a bit of life everytime the blood went down your throat. You felt suffocated, uncomfortable, even though you didn’t have to worry about constantly scratching yourself anymore as the moon lit the area and technically speaking this was when you were the most strong, athletic and powerful, but none of it mattered because you were supposed to act normal because you wanted to be.

Generally speaking, after a year or so of vampirism, you’d learnt from the small letter your ‘savior’ gave you, you would be able ‘control’ someone's mind, you could turn into a bat or something and eventually things like mirrors would show your reflection. But right now none of the things had happened but it did make you fear the years when you could never even be remotely normal, no one normal can do those things.

You watched people around you screamed completely wasted, you wondered what that might be like, to feel so numb that you could rip off your pants and chug three litres of beer and not remember a thing. You smiled at the thought of something so frivolous but didn’t attempt to try and do anything about your thoughts.

“Nancy convinced you to come huh?”

You nearly jumped your reflexes amplifying but you just saw Jonathan, you smiled as he stood in a dark jean jacket and a black shirt which seemed to be the only thing he owned according to the photo’s you’d seen.

“She’s very convincing when she wants to be,” you explained trying to hide the contents of your drink from his eye line, “She get you too?”

“No other reason I’d be here.” he shrugged you gave an agreeable face as you looked around the lounge blaring loud music.

“I don’t get how people find this fun, and the music’s awful.” you added, the music probably three times louder for you than anyone else, “I’m going to get a headache.” you couldn’t actually but you felt one emotionally.

“Exactly,” Jonathan said, “Thank you for having good taste.”

“My pleasure.” you smiled.

You two ended up talking for an hour about how much you hated parties in that corner, Jonathan didn’t care about your drink too much and even grabbed one himself even though it’d made him slightly tipsy, but nothing major he just seemed a little more laid back.

You felt so happy, this week had been the best of your life. You felt free and you weren’t going to let this go anytime soon. You had friends, you felt like a normal teenager again. 

“Do you want to go outside? It’s getting hot in here.” he asked gesturing to the door, you nodded and followed him outside. 

It was cooler, better, you stared at Jonathan with a smile, he was attractive in a sluggish way, you liked it, it reminded you of your sleep-deprived days and a week without washing your hair lifestyle. 

The night progressed and soon you were laughing at everything he was saying, and he was so sincere you wish you’d known more people like him in your time. Jonathan was your favourite person you’d met so far. But you liked everyone you’d met, Steve and Nancy as well. You just felt more comfortable around Jonathan, you liked Jonathan more than you cared to admit.

“Can I please have a drink?” Jonathan asked caught up in the moment reaching for your cup of blood you had held with care.

“No bud-” he didn’t seem to care as he gripped your cup and went to scull it, you tried to intervene but was caught completely off guard and you were lucky you were outside because you didn’t want anyone to see what was going to happen.

Jonathan spit out the blood the second it reached his mouth, “What the hell.” he mumbled looking at the remains that sprayed onto his hand.

You watched like a deer caught in head lights, as he looked at the blood droplets on his hand. He might be slightly tipsy but it doesn’t take a genius to know what blood tastes like.

“What the he- Why are you..” he trailed off taking a step away from you as he stared up into your eyes genuinely confused the creepiness of the situation not settling in. “Why is there blood in the cup?”

“Jonathan I-” you couldn’t think of a lie, you needed a lie, this would freak him out he’d think you were apart of the upside down or something. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was unimpressed and now inquisitive, “Y/N why do you have blood in your cup?”

It was a demanding tone, “It doesn’t matter.”

You were stuck, it took one night for you two to really become close and you didn’t want to lose him so quickly, to lose the entire group so quickly.

He shook his head and reached for you grabbing your wrist tightly and pulling your jacket back, “Hey get off!”

You assumed he was looking for a number like #011 but you didn’t have one, you weren’t one of those experiments, you weren’t taken as a child you already had an identity they couldn’t ignore. “Jonathan there is an explanation I swear.” you begged, “You being irrational.”

“Says the girl with blood in her cup, and you’ve been drinking it all night!” he said slightly panicked as he went through a rollercoaster of emotions before turning and heading towards the house again.

You had enjoyed these several days more than any other in the past two years and now you were going to lose it. He’d tell Nancy and they’d get suspicious and it’d be game over for you. You’d lose it all. You had the gut feeling that if you lost your life here the only thing left would be a long lonely eternity of vampirism.

He had started running but you were much quicker, you flashed in front of him in a second, he jumped back his eyes wider than before as it set in for him this was a bad situation.

“Jonathan we need to talk about this before we do anything.” you tried to say in the calmest voice you could, “Please.” He didn’t know what to say, you some his gulp his Adam's apple bopping as he took a small step back, “What are you?”

“We need to talk Jonathan.” you repeated, “Alone.”

He shook his head trying to move past you but you gripped his shoulder and dragged him further into the forest, you needed him to trust you.

You felt conflicted, you really like Jonathan, he was nice, like you. You felt like you were back two years ago when everything about your life was real, refreshing and happy. You lost it all so quickly and now you were frustrated and disappointed.

Now far away from the house he struggled profusely kicking and scratching, he managed to cut your arm where blood oozed for two seconds before it closed up, he was now more scared, “Please let me go, I won’t tell anyone. I- I swear.”

You let him go but he didn’t move, you paced for a moment before looking into his eyes, “Jonathan I’m not going to hurt you but I just need you to listen.”

He didn’t say anything.

“You probably figured I’m not normal, b-but it’s not my fault I was forced to be like this and I... I just want a normal life I need you to forget this happened please.”

What you said didn't make an awful lot of sense you understood that, but he still wasn’t saying anything as he stared at you, you were feeling anxious, “Jonathan please I won’t hurt you or Nancy or Steve I won’t hurt any of them.”

“What are you?”

“The easiest thing I guess would be to say... Vampire.”

“Impossible. that’s impossible,” he mumbled taking his fingers through his hair.

“C’mon with the stuff you’ve seen it’s not that bad!”

You froze, he froze with you, he turned even more fearful than before, “What do you mean ‘the stuff I’ve seen’.”

You’d completely blown it now, it was all over you had ruined everything, you felt your eyes sting as water clouded up in them, “Shit Jonathan just forget I said that!” you said staring into his eyes. He blinked confusedly.

“What?”

“I said forget it!”

“Forget what?”

You paused, two and two clicking together, you had controlled his memories, you could control his memories. You could make him forget everything.

But you shouldn’t, that’s wrong you knew that. But this was dangerous and it would give you a clean slate. But wiping someone's memories wasn’t right and would just prove that you’re a vampire and not a human, a person who has to deal with their issues face on instead of making people forget them so they can too.

But you wanted this friendship too much.

“Forget about the blood,” you said sternly, “I only want you to remember up to you having a drink, we came out here to get air because you were feeling drunk.”

He nodded slowly, and looked around the forest for a moment seeing how far away we were from the house, “Hey, I’m feeling better, uh, do you want me to give you a lift home? Think it’s about time we called it a night.”

You heart clenched, you regretted your decision immediately but you couldn’t go back now, “That would be great Jonathan.”

It had been two months since that night, and you had grown closer with everyone. You ate tasteless food every day and your scratching habits got better even though you blamed them on your ‘mothers cat’. 

You and Jonathan had gotten closer as well, and you felt guilty everytime you stared into his clueless eyes. Every time you both laughed at something, every time a new inside joke was formed or Nancy sent you a wink when you two would sit next to each other.

But you didn’t want him to know, if you told him to remember now it’d probably worse than that night, and it’s going to get worse with every day. But you still didn’t say anything.

One day you and Jonathan were at his home listening to music and your head was clear and you had a content smile on your face. You pulled down the blinds your skin was happy and you’d had a large sample of blood before coming here.

“Y/N can I say something?”

“Sure.”

“.... I-... I think I like you.”

[strangestdrabbles]

Nightmarish Hell

@sgarrett49 asked: May I please request a Jonathan Byers imagine where you’re already dating and you go with him and Nancy to find the demogorgon and instead of Nancy falling into the upside down it’s the reader and he takes care of you after you get out (a scene from season 1) (btw I hope this makes sense...sometimes I word things weirdly) Thank you!

Pairing: Jonathan x Fem!Reader

Y/N, Jonathan, and Nancy didn’t know how it happened but one minute Y/N was there and the next minute they had disappeared. 

A deep shiver rippled up Y/N’s back, the cold in the place that they now recognized as like their own but not, was bone chilling and causing their breath to freeze in front of their face. They called out for Jonathan and Nancy, unaware that the two were doing the same thing. 

A black panic clawed at Jonathan’s throat, wanting to pull him under and cause him major harm but Nancy wasn’t going to let that happen. 

“Jonathan we have to stay strong for Y/N. We are going to find them. I promise.” Nancy said, holding Jonathan's face softly between her hands. 

All Jonathan did was nod, wanting to believe Nancy. 

---

Y/N was terrified but they continued to walk, trying to find a way out while also trying to keep themselves safe. In between the deafening silences were echoing roars from creatures unknown and that caused Y/N’s heart to spike in panic. 

“Jonathan?! Nancy?!” Y/N yelled, trying to make the other two hear them but as the lack of response continued, their heart restricted a little more.

They were about to call out again, a little louder than the time before but something stopped them. A loud screeching sound that caused the hairs on their arms to stand on end and their voice to freeze in their throat. They looked around the tree they were standing near and saw a creature unlike any they had ever seen before. It was faceless, eating a dead animal as the blood soaked into the freezing floor and Y/N’s breaths came out in strangled gasps at the thought that maybe just maybe the creature could do that to them too. They turned away from the scene, two rogue tears coming out of their eyes and trailing down their cheeks because maybe just maybe that was it. 

---

“Y/N! Y/N!” Jonathan screamed, the panic embracing him full force as he continued to search. 

Nancy called too, looking at Jonathan and feeling a strong pang of panic surge through her chest. Jonathan looked wrecked, having run his hands through his hair multiple times and tugging at the ends. It felt like the end but then they heard it as if it’s a whisper. 

Their names. 

“Jonathan! Nancy!”

It was Nancy that got Jonathan’s attention to the whispers of their names, making him be silent so he could listen. It was difficult but then he heard it; getting louder each time the names were uttered. Then they both started running, screaming Y/N’s name to let them know that they heard them. 

Then they heard an audible scream and the push of what looked like stretched slime at the bottom of a tree. 

“JONATHAN! NANCY!”

It didn’t feel like Jonathan’s feet were touching the ground when he ran to Y/N, Nancy following with her heart in her throat. Jonathan reached them first, crouching down and not bothering to bite back a sob as he tried to grab a hold of their hand and pull them out of the other place. It was a slow process but then after a few harsh tugs, Y/N was in Jonathan’s arms but completely silent. 

They felt like they were going to take what they saw in the dark place with them always. It felt like it had seeped into their pores and was a part of them, a nightmarish hell. Jonathan didn’t let go of them, picking them up after he stood up. 

Y/N was limp in his arms, barely moving or blinking but physically they were fine. 

The walk back to Y/N’s place was quick because Jonathan wanted to get them back home to safety as fast as he could. He and Nancy parted ways when it was absolutely necessary, Jonathan adjusting Y/N only slightly because of the whimpers leaving their mouth every once in a while. 

“We’ll be home soon okay love. I promise. I’m not leaving you.” Jonathan whispered, taking the kay out of Y/N’s pocket when they arrived at their house.

Their parents weren’t home so he closed the door after they were safely inside and then he walked upstairs to go to their room. He put them down, watching them grab clothes and then walk out into the bathroom and then hearing the lock. 

---

Y/N could barely close their eyes because once they did all they saw was the creature and the blood, the chasing and the hurt. They kept the tears in, their body hurting too much mentally and slightly physically to be able to properly cry. 

They turned off the water, walking out of the shower with the towel wrapped around them and then got dressed, not wanting to look at themselves in the mirror. Y/N walked slowly back to their room, getting into bed silently and turning on their side. 

“Can you get up here please?” Y/N whispered, gripping the duvet in clenched fists. 

Jonathan got up  and then got into Y/N’s bed, making sure to not make any sudden movements that would terrify them. 

“Lights on or off?” Jonathan whispered. 

“On.” 

That night considered of no sleep for Y/N and intertwined fingers.

[noirsfantasy]

The Outlaw’s Embrace

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Jonathan Majors as Nat Love x Black!Fem Reader

𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢 ➛ Smut, semi-fluff

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ The Harder They Fall

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2.6K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ When Nat Love shows up after another one of his travels, you give him the cold shoulder. Although, you know as well as he does that you can’t stay mad at him. Hell, you can barely resist his smile. But you won’t make it easy for him…

The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the dusty streets of Deadwood as the familiar creak of leather and jingle of spurs announces the arrival of a lone rider. Nat Love, the notorious bounty hunter, guides his horse to a halt in front of a weathered apothecary shop. He dismounts, a confident swagger in his step, and pushes open the creaking door.

Inside the shop, he spots me, my back turned as i carefully measure out herbs. I barely glance at the door towards the visitor. I continue my work, wanting to finish up before I tend to anyone. Nat clears his throat, his eyes fixed on the assortment of dried plants and glass jars that lined the shelves. “Need somethin’, ma’am,” he drawls, a hint of mischief in his voice as he picks up a jar of medicine. My fingers hesitate for just a moment, then resume their task with practiced precision. I know that voice, even after all this time.

Without turning around, I respond curtly, “Can’t help you if you don’t ask.”

He takes a step closer, his presence filling the small space. “Might be I need a little… healin’, Doc.”

I finally turn, my gaze meeting his with a cool detachment. He stands at the counter, towering over me as he watches me. “You might be needin’ more than that, from the looks of you.”

Nat chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. “You still not talkin’ to me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of softening. My expression remains steely, my lips forming a thin line.

“I reckon I’ve got nothin’ to say.” I reply, my tone icy. He leans against the wooden counter, studying my face.

“You know, darlin’, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” I meet his gaze with a flash of defiance.

“I’ve not been keepin’ track of time.” The tension between us is palpable, a silent battle of wills that echoed through the apothecary shop. We stand there, locked in a familiar dance of push and pull, the weight of our shared history hanging heavy in the air.

As the moments stretch on, Nat’s gaze softens, a flicker of regret in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice gentler now, “I didn’t come here to stir up no trouble. Just… needed to see your face.”

I hold his gaze for a beat longer. I lean in so that our faces are inches apart, then turn away, my hands resuming their work. “Well, you’ve seen it. Now what?”

Nat sighs, a mixture of resignation and longing in his expression. He knows that winning back my trust wouldn’t be easy, but he is willing to try. The wild frontier had a way of bringing people together and tearing them apart, but perhaps this time, they could find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

"You fixin' to make a purchase, Mister? If not, reckon it's time to mosey on." I quipped, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Might be I’m lookin’ for a remedy to deal with a stubborn woman,” Nat shoots back, a playful glint in his eye.

“You’ll need more than a potion for that, cowboy.” I scoff, turning back towards him and crossing my arms. Nat’s eyes stay on me, his eyelids low. His spurs click against the widen floorboards as he makes his way around the counter, closing the distance between us.

“You always did have a mouth on you, Y/n. But you know, a sharp tongue won’t keep me away.” His eyes have a seductive glint in them. I meet his gaze, unyielding.

“Guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?” I retort, tilting my chin up as if to raise a challenge. Nat’s expression turns determined, a challenge accepted.

“You’re just beggin’ for trouble, ain’t you?”

“Trouble’s my middle name, Nat. Don’t you forget it.” I remind him, causing him to quirk his eyebrow. I defiantly do the same, a smirk playing at my lips. The air between us thick with tension as we stare each other down, daring the other to fold. Although, underneath all this bravado, there’s an undeniable chemistry that neither one of us can deny. He is, in fact, right. I can’t stay mad at him forever.

“Well, darlin', if you're gonna give me trouble," Nat grins, "then I reckon I'll just have to show you who's boss."

As the sun dips below the horizon, the last lights of the evening shine across the shop. Nat and I stare each other down, not giving in. After what seems like an eternity of silence, he finally leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that is as fiery and defiant as I am. In that heated moment, I allow myself to be carried away, my bratty facade melting into the raw intensity of our connection.

Nat's hands find their place on my waist, his fingers pressing into my hips as he draws me closer to him. Our kiss is fervent and intense, a clear reflection of the magnetic pull between us. I wrap my arms around his neck, lightly grazing his lower lip with my teeth.

Nat lets out a soft moan against my lips, his hand gliding up my thigh to caress and grip one of my cheeks through my bloomers. Soon, he firmly holds both of my thighs, lifting me up, intensifying the kiss. Our desire is palpable as we move clumsily towards the stairs.

As we reach my room, he playfully throws me onto the bed. His hat lands beside him as he nonchalantly discards his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. Meanwhile, I effortlessly shed my clothes down to my undergarments.

Nat's gaze intensifies as he watches me undress, his heart racing with anticipation. He throws his shirt to the side, unveiling a sculpted chest and defined abs. His bulge is prominent as it strains against the fabric of his jeans. He leans me back into the bed, hastily removing the rest of my clothes as he gazes upon my dripping wetness. He doesn’t waste any time and presses his mouth to my pussy, causing me to gasp with pleasure. His tongue slips between my lips, lapping up all of my juices.

Nat takes his time, licking and slurping at my folds, using his tongue to probe and tease my clit before moving to the entrance of my pussy and thrusting his tongue inside of me. His hand’s grip remains firm on my thighs as I buck into his mouth.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Nat~” I moan as my fingers knot into his hair. Nat groans into my crotch, loving the way I'm falling apart. He continues to lap at my folds and thrust his tongue deep inside of me, his other hand moving to grope my breast.

"That's it, baby girl. Keep calling my name." With every flick of his tongue, my release builds more and more. Feeling my body tense up beneath him, Nat increases the intensity of his actions. His tongue fucks my pussy relentlessly while his fingers pinch and roll my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard," He remarks as he keeps one hand on my hip to hold me down. I squirm and writhe as the my climax reaches the breaking point. My moans fill the room as I squirt into his mouth, drenching his beard as well.

Nat groans around my swollen clit, his mouth filled with my sweet nectar. The taste of it drives him wild, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," He husks. I pant heavily as I lay back onto the bed, coming down from the high. But he has no intentions to give me the luxury of rest.

Without breaking eye contact, Nat slowly pulls away, his mouth still full of my juices. His eyes stay on me as he pulls down his britches, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He reaches down and grabs hold of his bulging erection, positioning it at my entrance.

“Ready for more, darlin’?” He teases. I bite my lip as I watch Nat stroke himself, his tip pressing against my entrance. My silence earns me a firm smack on my thigh, causing me to yelp in response.

“Where all them words from earlier, lil lady? You ain’t seem to struggle with words none when you had all that sass earlier.” Nat gives me a smug smirk as he sees my change in attitude. I gulp nervously, feeling the heat of his gaze on me. My mind goes blank as I try to think of something to say.

"I... I want you to fuck me." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. Nat chuckles darkly, his hand moving to grip my thigh roughly.

"That's more like it," Nat grins, his cock now rock hard and leaking precum. He continues to rub his cock between my folds, his tip getting slick with my juices. I whimper softly as the anticipation is killing me. I move my hips towards him, hoping for him to slide inside me. Nat clicks his tongue at me, smirking as he shakes his head. "You seem a mite impatient, don't ya?" He asks, causing me to groan as I grip the sheets.

“Nat, plea-” With a swift motion, Nat slams his cock deep inside me, filling me up instantly. A high pitch gasp emits from my lips as his girth stretches me. He groans loudly, bracing himself against the wall as he begins to pound his hips against mine. I cry out as he fills me so completely, my body aching with need. Nat's rough lovemaking sends shivers down my spine; it's both painful and exhilarating. The headboard bangs against the wall in rhythm with our grunts and moans. It’s as if all this time apart allowed our lust and longing to build and it’s all being released at once.

The more he hammers into me, the louder my moans become. I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to stifle some of the sounds but failing miserably. Nat's hips are like pistons, driving him deeper and harder into me. My body starts to adjust to his size, and I feel myself growing wetter around him. I clutch at his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin lightly.

"Fuck, Nat," I pant, "You so big." With a smirk, Nat leans down and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dives deep into my mouth, tangling with mine as he goes deeper with each powerful stroke. I cry out, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure builds up inside me, my legs shaking with each movement. Nat's thick cock feels like it's hitting all the right spots, driving me crazy with need and lust. I arch my back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a primal dance of desire. The headboard is starting to creak under the force of our passionate lovemaking.

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my orgasm building up rapidly. I try to match his pace, meeting each of his thrusts with a sharp gasp or moan.

"Nat," I gasp, "I'm close—!" My legs shake unsteadily as I try to maintain my balance under the onslaught of his passionate lovemaking. I can feel him getting closer, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive nub with every thrust. He makes his reply by growling lowly as his fingers dig into my hips, thrusting even harder. The pain is dizzying and I find myself tearing at his back with my nails as I don’t hold back my screams. A slew of unintelligible words and whimpers fall from my lips as Nat drags his teeth across my neck, sucking hard on the skin.

“Cum for me, baby," he demands, driving his cock deeper still. And just like that, I'm lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Nat!" I scream, my body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Nat follows quickly behind, his powerful thrusts becoming erratic as he releases himself deep inside me.

“Unngh...," Nat groans, collapsing onto me. His weight is heavy, but I welcome it, savoring the closeness we share in this moment. Our chests press against each others as we come back down to earth, our heartbeats matching.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I nuzzle his neck, my lips brushing against his soft skin.

"Damn, girl," Nat pants, rolling off of me. He wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and smirks at me. "That sure was a wild ride, sweetheart. Seems like you had a lot bottled up beneath them layers." He teases. I roll my eyes, giggling a bit.

"Well, I reckon I wouldn't have been so bottled up if a certain cowboy hadn't hightailed it outta here." I retort with a sly smile. Nat laughs and pulls me close to him, his muscles cradling me gently. He plants a kiss on my forehead and his hand runs down my side, resting on my ass cheek. He sighs softly, looking at me with low eyelids.

“Y/n, I’m here to stay, I swear on it.” He tells me, giving me a reassuring half smile. I return the smile, wanting to believe him, but deep down I know it ain’t the truth. A man like Nat can never stay too long. I know as well as he does that he’s got unfinished business.

My hand runs up and down his muscled bicep as I enjoy the time I have with him. It’s a cycle with us. Nat Love has to leave to go do what Nat Love does. I stay here, going on with life as I patiently await his return. He comes home eventually like nothing ever happened and it seems like he’ll actually stay this time, but something always comes up. It’s only a matter of time until-

*Knock knock* goes the front door from downstairs. Nat and I both sit up, instinctively reaching for our guns on the nightstand. Nat pulls on his pants and shirt while I put on a night gown that reaches my feet. We slowly make our way down the stairs, guns pointed as the banging at the door comes again. Nat steps in front of me, inching towards the door.

“We closed this time ‘round. Come back in the mornin’!” I call out towards the door.

“Y/n? It’s Bill Pickett, is Nat with you?” He asks through the door. Nat and I lower our guns and he gives me an apologetic look that I already know the meaning of. Nat sighs and opens the door.

"Bill, you sure do have the worst timing known to man." Nat chuckles, half smiling. Bill looks between us, realizing what was going on.

“My apologies, y’all was making sex. I hate to interrupt but you gots ta see this.” I glance at Nat, knowing what’s next. He turns towards me, giving me a sweet, longing kiss, before giving me his signature smile.

“I gotta go see what’s up, Y/n, but I’ll be back before you know it.” He promises, and I smile wryly. He gives me one last kiss on my forehead, before heading out the door, putting his hat on and riding off into the night with Bill Pickett. I know as well as he does that it could be a while before I see him again. But, still, I’ll wait. He has my heart and I know I have his, he will come back. I know it…