#bicker in low voices and Steve runs a hand over Eddie’s back

[calumfmu]

i heard you like magic

Steddie x AFAB!reader; 5.9k+ words

Eddie spoke often of Steve, mentioning how much he couldn't stand him, him stealing Dustin from him, being rude, so perfect in his perfect little house. You thought the feeling was mutual until you laid eyes on him, immediately understanding the tension was more than they both led on.

cw: riding, fingering, unprotected sex, cream pie, p in v, threesome, blowjobs, Steve eating it from the back (gasp!), Eddie being (kinda) dominant, angst, hidden feelings, smut, smut, smut...

“So… this girl…” Steve began, mouth full as he stole a bag of chips off of Robin’s lap. “She’s like hot hot?”

Eddie stared at him, lip slightly curved up in a grimace as he watched crumbs come out of the younger man’s mouth. His affliction for him had grown during the last few weeks, but he still was wary of the man in general. Dustin’s urges to make them friends fell short most of the time, the two men bickering most days an attempt was made. Raising an eyebrow, he turned his body towards Steve, running his eyes over his stupid corduroy sweater.

“You jealous, Harrington?” He asked, grin growing as he saw Steve’s face redden with the accusation. A cough came out of his mouth as he choked a piece of the food down.

“Ladies love me, Munson,” he shot back, cutting a look to Robin as she cackled. A faux serious expression crossed her face as she pursed her lips, avoiding his gaze. “I couldn’t be jealous of someone who doesn’t exist.”

It was a running joke amongst the friend group. Even worse than the questionable presence of Suzie when Dustin first mentioned her, nobody believed it when Eddie mentioned the “hottest chick you’ll ever meet”. He fought for his life trying to convince the group that he did pull, he did have people his age interested in him who weren’t solely into DND.

“But you could be jealous of someone who’s gotten laid more recently than you,” Eddie quipped back, leaning his elbows on the arm of the chair to stare Steve down. Steve sat reclined in his seat on the couch, hand propped on the arm, legs crossed as he held the eye contact. Robin’s eyes darted in between the two of them, finger held in front of Dustin’s face who wanted to cut out the argument before it even began. A growing smile sat on her face, nearly shaking with excitement as the tension grew.

“Is that so?” Steve’s mouth formed an upside down smile, mockery hidden in his words. “Does her name happen to start with ‘Right’ and end in ‘Hand’ by any chance?”

The smirk dropped from Eddie’s face, tongue running over his front teeth between parted lips. Briefly glancing down at the movement, Steve rolled his eyes, shoving another chip into his mouth.

“Wish it was you, big boy?” Eddie sneered, leaning even further as his voice dropped low. Robin gasped around her smile, eyes fixated on Steve as his face turned up, irritation covering his gestures.

“Oh, shove i-”

“Children! Please!” Dustin’s voice cut through the air, hands coming up to wave between the older men. Reluctantly, all three turned their bodies to face the young teen, watching as he pinched his nose bridge. “I swear, somehow I end up watching you guys and your bullshit instead of the other way around.”

The tension dissipated, Eddie leaning back in his seat as Steve crossed his arms over his chest, turning his body dramatically the other direction. Robin sat content, back against the couch and her legs crossed in front of her, eyes fixated on the TV across the room.

“I was just saying,” Steve grumbled, waving a hand in their direction. “Must be hard entertaining your pillow all the god damn time.”

“You know wh-”

“You guys!” The curly headed boy’s voice cracked as he shouted, standing up to move between them. Turning to Steve, Dustin sighed. “Steve… we know.”

Steve smirked at Dustin, eyebrows raising as he felt triumphant. The younger boy shot a look at Eddie sitting there, hating the way Steve just looked so happy as he pushed that perfect curl of hair out of his eyes.

“And… Eddie, I’m sure she’s…” Dustin trailed off, ignoring the protest Eddie gave him as he moved to go sit down back next to Steve. The man gaped at him, eyes flitting between the two.

“Henderson, you don’t believe me either?” Eddie was pissed, standing up as he placed his hands on his hips out of frustration. The younger boy shrugged, avoiding eye contact as Robin’s interest piqued yet again.

“I don’t think anyone believes you,” she said, leaning an elbow to rest of Steve’s knee. Leaning her head in her hand, she raised an eyebrow, chewing at her bottom lip. “You said you met her at a … rock show? Come on, what girl willingly goes to that shit?”

“My girl,” his eyes were glued to the ceiling, his mouth running over rude phrases he didn’t dare utter, no matter how bad he wanted to.

“Eddie, it’s okay, I’ll believe it…” she continued, nodding as she mustered up a serious expression. Eddie’s shoulders sagged in relief, feeling content as he finally had someone on his side. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, the corner of her mouth quirking up slightly. “…When I see it.”

“You guys can rightfully fuck off.” And with that, he turned on his heel, storming out of the Henderson home. He ignored Dustin’s calls of his name and the intertwined laughter of the older teenagers, he didn’t have to deal with that shit.

His fingers fumbled with pulling keys out of his pocket, cursing as they fell to the floor before he could unlock the vehicle. Grabbing them, he threw open the driver’s side door, cringing at the squeaking of his weight settling in. She was going to be in town later, the first time he had seen her in a month and two weeks—not like he had been counting. He was going to prove to everyone that she was real, she was Eddie’s girlfriend, everything and more in which he had described.

Eddie’s head was thrown back against the van wall, hair sticking to his forehead with his eyes shut. His fingers left pale marks in your skin, hips flush to his own as he rutted up into you, the smell of sex filling the dense air.

Knees firmly planted on either side of his hips, your fingers were interlocked behind his head, laced in his hair as moans escaped your mouth around his name, bouncing up and down on his cock, hitting that deep, sensitive spot inside of you. You couldn’t get enough of him, the smell of his cologne, his shampoo filling your senses. It had been too long since he had filled you like this, that last weekend you had seen each other lingering in your mind.

Your panties had been pushed to the side, short leather skirt hiked up to your mid section, breasts pulled out of the top of your shirt in the haste of the moment. Eddie’s clothes were still on, cock pulled out of the top of his pants as he fucked into you, jean material dampening as you leaked around him.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, mouth open as he stared at you, his head hit the van wall with every rise and fall of your hips, grunts falling out of his mouth. “You feel so good, so—ah, fuck—fucking g-good, baby.”

“Need you to fuck me harder, baby,” you breathed, grinding your hips in circles as you slowed your pace. You needed him deep, wanted to feel him in places you hadn’t before, anticipation not yet being fulfilled in his previous absence.

His eyes rolled back at your words, the grip on your hips disappearing as he went to grab the globes of your ass. He pulled his feet up, anchoring himself as he began to thrust up hard into you, shaking your body with every harsh movement. His hips began to stutter, brows knitting together as you leaned to press your mouth into his, he was nearing his orgasm, prolonging it to sit in this ecstasy. It barely could classify as a kiss, just a mush of mouths together as you both breathed heavy into it, Eddie sticking his tongue out to brush against yours, groan sitting in the back of his throat.

You felt your hips tense up as you neared your own, slick began nearly dripping out of you, walls clenching around his thick cock. With a shout, you came around him, vision blurring as you clenched, fluttering. Slumping against him, you grinded down, moaning as one of his hands came up to grip at the back of your head.

His thrusts turned slow, deep as he reached his peak, one hand tangled in your hair as the other wrapped around your waist, torsos pressed against one another. You felt a warm rush of liquid as he came inside of you, stilling as he pressed his teeth to your neck, leaving a deep, red mark in the skin.

You caught your breath, legs quivering as you sat on top of him, feeling the dull thud of his heartbeat in his chest. He pulled away from your neck, pressing a quick kiss to the skin before placing another on your forehead, brushing the hair out of your face.

“I missed you, baby,” he whispered, smile lines showing as he looked up at you. You giggled, nodding as you shifted your hips, a low groan escaping his mouth as he remained inside of you.

“I could tell, babe,” you laughed, running your hands through his hair. He hoisted you off of him, tucking himself in before adjusting your clothing, pressing kisses to the skin with every adjustment he made. You let him take his time, giggling with each brush of his lips against your skin.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered, leaning up to press a kiss to your mouth. You leaned into it, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair. Opening your mouth to him, you quickly nipped at his lip, whining when he pulled away. “You can’t—we’re never going to make it to my friends.”

“And what’s the harm in that?” A hand reached up to place on his chest, smile widening as he gripped your wrist, stopping it from sliding down further.

His face suddenly flushed, eyes leaving yours as he glanced around the van. Furrowing your brow, you placed that same hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze to you. He met your eyes, nerves written all over him.

“They don’t, uhhh,” he began, poking out his tongue as he thought of what to say. “They don’t think you’re real.”

Your eyes widened at his words, a moment of silence passing before you cackled at him. His blush deepened further.

“Well, that felt pretty real, didn’t it?” Your hand rubbed at his cheek, other one coming to rest on his thigh as you kneeled in front of him. You pushed a faux innocence on your features, lip jutting out. “I could show you again? Prove it?”

His shoulders tensed as his eyes fluttered shut, cursing as you began to inch your hand up his thigh.

“Babe, you’re going to fucking kill me,” he said, jaw clenching and unclenching. “I’m actually going to die. Death through dick.”

You pulled away, crouching as you stood in the bed of the van, not being able to reach your full stretch of height. You clambered over the passenger seat, sliding in as you buckled up, feet hitched up on the dash. Eddie raised an eyebrow to you, confused as he wasn’t sure what was happening.

You turned towards him, arm stretching around the back of the drivers seat as your body turned.

“You going to sit there and look pretty all night, or do you want to prove to your friends I’m here?” You asked, laughing as he stood up, following your movements. He slid in the drivers seat, pushing your arm away before starting the engine. As he pulled out of the empty parking lot, you kept your eyes trained on him, enjoying the way his hair whipped behind him as wind poured through the side window.

He drove through the streets of Hawkins, knee bouncing as his other pressed the pedals. He chewed on his thumbnail, nerves tugging at his heart. He didn’t mention anything through the drive, but you knew he had so many things on his mind. Why he was so nervous, you had no idea, choosing to remain silent as you leaned back into your seat.

The house he pulled up on was beautiful, two stories, gray panels surrounding red double doors and greenery drowning out the background of the house. There weren’t neighbors any close in sight, the faint blare of music coming from deep in the house.

You glanced towards Eddie, eyebrow raised at the sight.

“You have friends who live here?” From what you had seen of Eddie, he didn’t seem like he would have any association with this type of person from Hawkins. He lived in a trailer with his uncle, prided himself in the social isolation he maintained for most of his life, and enjoyed playing a board game with 14-year-olds, for Christs sake.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled before hopping out to car to run around the van, opening the door for you. You smiled at him, hand gripping his as you stepped out. He closed the door behind you, hand on the small of your back as you began walking up the drive way. “Harrington… Steve, that is. He’s more of a friend of a friend, you know, forced to hang around him.”

The name was familiar, hearing it multiple times over the phone during your late night phone calls. The two of you rounded the side of the house, Eddie reaching up to unlatch a side gate leading to the backyard. From your memory, he claimed to not like the younger man, frustration dripping from his voice as he claimed he “stole the Henderson” kid from him. You didn’t know either of them, laughing at his complaints through the crackling of his voice over the phone.

“Mmm… Steve,” you teased, eyebrows wiggling at him as he lightly pushed you through the gate, shaking his head. You took a few steps, poking his side as he swung the gate closed. Despite his claims of hating the guy, you wondered if there had been something more, Eddie’s character not exactly screaming straight.

“Stop it,” he laughed, hand coming up around your shoulders. The voices and music began louder, a small gathering of teenagers appearing in the distance.

“I’m just saying, babe,” you said, leaning into his side as the two of you made it around the side of the house. You looked up at him, reveling in the way he glanced down at you, cheeks flushed at your teasing. “If he’s cute, just say that.”

He sputtered, mouth dropping open as he looked down at you. “I don’t—that’s not—he’s not-”

A voice cut his words, a younger, curly headed boy shouting out to him. “Eddie!”

You felt the way your boyfriend’s hands tightened on your shoulder, pulling you into him before coming closer into view. The kid ran up to you two, the smile on his face dropping as he glanced over at you.

“Who are you?” He was confused, eyes flitting between you and Eddie and the hand on your shoulder. You laughed, stepping closer to hold out a hand. His gaze narrowed, reluctantly taking hold of it to shake.

You said your name, introduced yourself as “the mysterious girlfriend.” Dustin, as you learned, beamed at the title, laughing out loud before dragging you over to the other people.

“You guys, look at this shit!” He exclaimed, hands on your shoulders as he shook you. You laughed at the loud gesture, feeling slightly nervous as they all looked at you. You heard their disbelief, ‘No way’s’ and ‘Nice, Munson’s’ were thrown in your direction. You were surrounded by the young teenagers, their voices piling over each other as they hounded you with questions.

“How much did he pay you?”

“Lucas, shut up, I doubt he’s that smart.”

“You actually like the music he listens to?”

“You’re like with him, with him?”

It became overwhelming, Eddie’s hands finding your shoulders relaxing you as you didn’t know which one to focus on.

“Relax!” He said, voice loud as it shut them up. He pointed out their names, a blur that you would have to memorize better at a later time. He guided you to one of the lounge chairs, seated next to the older teenagers, a couple in one, leaning against each other, and another in the one across from you, distance between them as they eyed you.

Immediately, you recognized Steve, Eddie’s phone descriptions of him matching true. His chestnut hair perfectly styled, large brown eyes complimenting his features, moles dotted around his face. His gaze was intense on you, jaw clenched as he took you in.

You waved hello and fell into the introductions to the group before settling into Eddie, finding comfort in his broad shoulders. Small talk occurred between you all, Steve remaining silent as his stare lingered between you and Eddie. You didn’t know his deal, confused on how Eddie “hated” him so much when he didn’t match the rude description you had heard so many times.

They were like a little family, all of these people you had just met, mingling with each other perfectly, personalities complimenting each other despite being so different. Before you knew it, you found yourself relaxed among them, Eddie gone from your side as he stood with the younger group of teens.

“Steve, right?” You found your voice, small as a conversation carried on next to you. His eyes shot to yours, eyebrows raising in surprised. He glanced at Eddie briefly before realizing the older man was stuck in a conversation with Dustin, a few feet behind you guys.

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me,” he dropped his eyes to the floor, turning his body so he wasn’t staring at you. Laughing under your breath, you recognized what he was doing, trying to ‘play it cool’.

“Nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” You didn’t think his eyes could get any wider as he looked towards you once again, breathing even as he pondered over your words. A light smile sat on your face, knees tucked in your chest as your arms crossed around them.

“You have?” His voice was a low rasp as his face turned up. A brief flash of color tinted his cheeks before he adjusted in his seat, chest huffing at the end of his question.

“Yeah, Eddie talks about you, like, all the time,” you glanced at the others, noticing how you and Steve seemed rapped up in your own world. Nobody paid attention to the two of you, stuck in the midst of their own conversations.

“He does—What does he say?” The look on Steve’s face turned up even more, and a glint in your eye appeared as you realized what was happening. The enemy story they had painted about each other wasn’t as true as it seemed.

“Oh you know, this and that,” you chose not to elaborate, giggling at the way he seemed more confused. You didn’t want to toy with your relationship with Eddie, but did want to test the waters to see how far you could push it.

He settled down into his chair, lips pulled to the side as he chewed on his bottom lip, eyes darting out as he didn’t focus on anything particular. He opened his mouth to ask something, instead, chose not to as he sat there, thinking hard.

Smug, you leaned back in your chair, humour on your face as you realized what fun this was going to be. Eddie’s voice was loud as he poked fun at Dustin, laughing as he held the other boy in a loose headlock. You shook your head, noticing the way that Steve spared a few glances towards the two, eyes lingering on your boyfriend, his long hair framing the exposure of his neck.

You found yourself in the bathroom, running your hands under the sink as you stared at yourself in the reflection. A small gasp escaped your mouth as you noticed a dark red mark at the base of your neck, half hidden by your shirt. It hadn’t been there earlier, the ticking of time deepening the wound.

The memory of Eddie’s teeth on your neck sent a rush of heat through your body as you brushed your fingers against your skin. A knock to the door had you sitting up right, pressing the back of your hand to it, cooling its heat.

“Sorry, I’ll be right out!” You called, adjusting your hair before turning to look at your outfit, making sure everything checked out. Moving to turn around and dry your hands on the rack behind you, you startled as the door swung open, Steve standing behind it.

“Oh uh—sorry,” he breathed, eyes quickly glancing over your body as he stood in the way of the door. Your hands had paused mid-movement, gripping the towel between your fingers. “I thought you’d be in the other one.”

“No, I’m in here.” Closing your eyes briefly, you laughed softly at the obvious statement before turning towards him. “Guess I better go.”

Steve nodded, but made no effort to move, instead standing there, hands stretched between the door frame. His eyes ran over one more time, a deep flush covering both of your faces.

“Eddie’s out there, you probably should,” he said, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. In this moment, you realized how handsome Steve really was, understanding Eddie’s frustration towards him because God, was it unfair.

A moment passed as you stared, maybe twenty, you didn’t really know. The awkward air disappeared, filling with a tension of another kind as your eyes held each other.

“Yn?” Eddie’s voice startled you, sending you and Steve into motion as you two ran into each other, you trying to step out of the bathroom and Steve attempting to go in at the same time. You stumbled back, almost losing your footing as his hand reached out to grab you, large fingers stretched across your hip.

Eddie stared down at the grip, expressionless as it slowly fell off of your body, fingertips brushing the curve of your ass as Steve stepped fully in. The door closed with a soft thud behind you, Eddie inspecting your face as his was void with emotion. The hallway was silent, save for the sound of the clinking of Eddie’s chains around his wrist.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice low as he blinking slowly at you standing there, hands clasped behind your back. The tone in his voice was accusatory, your head cocked to the side, pretending to not know what he was referencing.

“What d’you mean?” You batted your lashes at him, tongue slightly poking out between your smile.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” he continued, crossing his arms to his chest. You dropped the look you were giving him, instead stepping to him to place a hand on his chest. Glancing back towards the door, you noticed the shadow of two feet below the crack, in which you could presumably imagine Steve standing there, ear pressed to the door. You looked up into your boyfriends eyes, a devious glint in your eye.

"I'm just making friendly conversation," you said, standing on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. It was warm below your touch, the muscle twitching underneath your lips as he fought his smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into him as he placed his hands on your hips.

The truth was that Eddie knew what you were doing, you knew what you were doing. It wasn't the first time you had toyed with the idea of another person joining the fun that you had together, late night conversations shared over the phone as you explored the ideas of your sex life. You were sure though that Eddie had no idea you would find that person in the midst of his friend group, with someone he had claimed he couldn't stand being around.

"A friendly conversation?" He clarified, head nodding as he smiled down at you. His gaze was mocking as you smirked up at him, head tilted to the side. "With Steve?"

You reached behind you, moving his hand lower on your hip so he gripped the curve of your ass where it met your thigh. His tongue ran across his red lips, you pressing a quick kiss to the wetness it left behind.

"I get it now, Eddie," you breathed against his mouth, inches away from his face. His fingers lifted the bottom of your skirt, dipping closer to the heat between your thighs. "He's so pretty, it's no wonder why you can't get him out of your mind."

Eddie swallowed loudly, eyes widening at your brashness. He had never told you what he truly thought of the man, he just assumed that you believed his words.

"I figured we could have a little fun, the three of us," you whispered at him. "While I'm in town for the weekend."

A slow nod came from him, barely noticeable before he leaned into you, only to be stopped by your finger pressing to his lips. He pressed a kiss to the skin there instead, head leaning back as he realized you weren't finished with your offer.

"Would you like that, Eddie?"

The hand remaining at your waist slid up the expanse of your back, feeling the smooth skin underneath your shirt. You realized the two of you probably looked raunchy, a compromising position that was a little too inappropriate for the public setting of the hallway.

"Me pressed between the two of you?" Your voice was low, intimate between as it carried in the air, but loud enough to be heard on the other side of the bathroom door. You knew Steve was listening, unsure if Eddie was aware of the same fact.

He was growing hard beneath you, the taut fabric of his jeans pressing into you.

"Or if you'd like... imagine Steve pressed between us. I bet he makes the prettiest of noises."

A low groan escaped his throat as he gulped, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the image. You had him right where you wanted him to be, stuck in state of wanting for the situation, offer right at his fingertips.

"How do you know he wants to?" Eddie's voice was shaky as he asked you, brow furrowed. You gave him a look, a silent 'really?' exchanged. You thought he had picked up on the looks Steve had been throwing him, you didn't even need to be around the two all the time to pick up on their sexual tension.

The bathroom door swung open, Steve standing there, flushed in the face as he avoided eye contact with the two of you. Pulling away from Eddie, you didn't adjust your clothing, the bottom exposure of your ass still on display. The front of his clothes were rumbled slightly towards his groin, shirt partially tucked in as if he had just had his hand stuffed down there. You chose to stare at that part of his body, finger coming up to fit between your teeth as he shifted nervously in front of the two of you.

"I'm going to-" He pointed down the hall, quickly leaving the scene before turning around, realizing he was going the wrong direction. You laughed at his descent down the stairs, feet tripping over one another as he scurried away. Eddie stood there dumbfounded, eyebrows raised as he followed Steve's trail.

You pulled down your skirt, adjusting your clothes as you stared down your boyfriend. His eyes held the staircase for a moment before landing on you. You quirked an eyebrow at him, lips pursed together.

"Told you, babe."

You turned on your heel, following the direction that Steve had gone in to meet the group of teenagers at the bottom. You were giddy with emotion, excited to see where this weekend trip was going to take you.

The younger teenagers had left Steve's house about an hour ago, mentioning something about how boring you all were. Eddie complained at the rude comment, yelling at Dustin to watch his tone. While you enjoyed the company of the teenagers, you felt relieved for Eddie to step out of his 'dad mode' as you called it, wanting to see just how far he would be able to take it without their presence.

Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan had lingered behind, choosing to partake in the weed that Eddie had brought out once the kids disappeared. You stayed back, instead, wading in the pool on your lonesome.

Steve's jaw had dropped once you rid yourself of your clothing, a pink lace matching set beneath as you jumped into the pool. Robin was funny, you learned, she had picked up on the weird, yet obvious behavior he was giving you. She chose to tease him, enjoying the way he crumbled at each quip.

"Pick your jaw up, Steve," she laughed, reaching out to push his mouth closed. He swatted at her hand, blushing deeply as he looked at you to see if you had heard. You did.

The night continued between all of you, Jonathan coming out of his shell more as the drug took its effects, making Nancy cackle with laughter as he shared some story that had happened to him earlier that week. Steve sat at the edge of the pool this time, feet dipped in with his jeans pushed up to his mid-calf. Robin and Eddie sat together, once passing a joint between each other, but now long gone, instead leaning close in each other's personal space. Steve had even opened up, choosing to speak to you more openly than he did previously, a more flirtatious tone taking his words.

"Wanna come up here?" He asked, patting the ground next to him. Steam came off of the water, the heating of the pool being a direct contradiction to his next words. "I think it's much warmer next to me."

You laughed, splashing water in his direction as he blocked his face from the droplets. "I'm sure you'd love that."

"I'm just looking out for Eddie's girl," he said, voice low as he dropped his tone. You swam up to him, leaning your elbows up to the cold concrete. Your arm brushed against his thigh, a sharp sting running through the contact.

"And who's going to look out for you?" You brushed your wet hair from your face, tongue darting out to catch the droplets that crossed your lips. Steve's lip was chewed raw as his eyeline bore into you.

"I think you'd manage just fine," he said, your hand coming up to be placed on his knee. His leg widened slightly at the placement, your damp fingers darkening the material of his blue jeans. He became lost in the touch, mouth parted as he fixated on your fingers.

A curse escaped his lips as you pulled his leg, causing him to fall into the pool with a loud splash. The other teenagers laughed at him, watching the way he bobbed up out of the water, hair flying wildly around his face as he brushed it out of the way. His sweater was about six shades darker, falling heavily on his shoulders as it dripped.

"Fuck you," he laughed, pulling his sweater off of his body, tossing it onto the concrete where he previously sat. He pushed the water in your direction causing a huge splash of water to cover you. A small tussle in the water began, you begging him to stop through tears of laughter as he repeatedly threw water in your face. You tried getting him back, failing as his wingspan was much wider than your own.

Eddie stared at the two of you, smile tugging at his lips. He was more okay with this than he should be, his dick thinking before his brain, he figured. Your words earlier confused him, had him questioning if the strong emotion he had felt for Steve this entire time was really hate—or if it was something else.

Jonathan stood up, stretching as Nancy followed his lead, "Hey, man, I think we're going to head out. It's getting pretty late."

Eddie bid a goodbye, eyes lingering on the two of you as you messed around the pool, you on Steve's back before he stood up to his full height, sending you flying backwards into the water. The flash of your matching set had him hardening in his pants, the promise of what was going to come later on the tip of his tongue.

"Rob, you coming?" Nancy asked, now standing in front of the sliding glass door. Robin shrugged, leaning back on her elbows. Nancy stared at her as if she wanted to say something, while Jonathan stood there, yawning into his elbow.

"I think I might want to stay back, you know, hang out," she said, eyes fixated on the two of you messing around in the pool. Silence lingered between them, all three pairs of eyes on her for a moment before she noticed, glancing up at them. Her fingers stopped in their tracks, caught balled up as they rubbed against her eye.

Eddie's gaze was incredulous, a bored look crossing his face as the brunette sat there, confused for a moment. Nancy shifted where she stood, blinking rapidly as she tried to hint with her eyes towards the two of you in the pool.

Realization crossed her features as she finally looked over at the two of you, mouth dropping open. "Ohhh," she said, nodding slowly as she met Eddie's gaze. Her thumb pointed in the pool's direction, chipped black polish covering the nail. "You want to—with Steve—oohh, and your girl—"

With a shake of her head, she laughed out loud, clapping her hands together. Eddie blushed, hating the way that Robin was just so loud and bold with her statement. A smug look crossed her face as she stood up, smoothing out the back of her shorts with the palms of her hands. She smirked at Eddie, saying "Fucking finally." before walking in the direction of the couple at the door. Eddie laughed under his breath, disbelief in his mind as everyone seemed to have noticed before he had.

"What's going on?" He heard Jonathan whisper at Nancy before he was shoved inside by the girl, Robin's laugh echoing behind him as the door closed.

Focusing on the two of you in the pool, Eddie grew nervous at the situation becoming more real. The two of you had stopped play-fighting at this point, standing in front of each other—closer than you should've been—as you tread the water. Somewhere along the way, his pants had joined the discarded sweater, dripping on the concrete. It had been a struggle for him to get them off, him cursing at you as you laughed, watching him struggle with the wet denim.

Your voice was a low whisper as you spoke something to Steve, chin tilted down as you look at him through your lashes, wet as they clumped together. Eddie could recognize that look anywhere, knowing that it already had Steve crumbling inside. He watched as your hand came up to brush against the hair on his chest, finger running up to brush against the adam's apple, applying a little bit of pressure as Steve gulped beneath the touch.

You swam a bit closer to the man, aware that Eddie was watching from afar. Steve was nervous, you could tell by the way he remained silent and still in front of you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, invading his personal space as you made a show of biting your lip.

Coming even closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing in relief as his hands came up to your waist below the water. He gave you the green light, welcoming your touch as nervous fingers found their place on your hips. Warmth found you, filling your body in the coolness surrounding you. Pressing your chest to his, you parted your lips, stopping inches before his mouth.

For a moment, you stood there, none of you daring to make the first move as you both stared at each other, gazes interchanging between eye contact and staring at your mouths.

Steve leaned in first, capturing your lips into his as you moaned softly, tangling your hand in the wet mat of his hair. His mouth was soft and warm as he kissed you, hand sprawling over the small of your back as he brought you further into him. Your knee hitched up, hooking around the back of his leg as your lips moved together.

Suddenly, Steve pulled away, realization crossing his face as he turned toward Eddie, who stared at the two of you, mouth dropped open. His hands didn't leave your waist though, fingers digging into the skin as he felt lost in the moment. Feeling his hesitation, you held onto him tighter, leaning up to whisper in his ear as your eyes remained on your boyfriend.

"It's okay, Steve," you said, dropping a hand around his neck to trail down his chest. His breathing quickened as his gaze remained on the older man. Eddie looked like a predator watching its prey, hand lingering on top of his bulge, yet not moving. "Eddie wants you, just as much as you want him."

Steve let out a small moan at your fingers dipping below his boxers. Your fingers brushed the skin there, running across the thatch of hair that sat on his pubic bone.

"You want him, Steve?" He nodded dumbly at your words, eyes fluttering as you gripped him, fingers closing around his cock. You pressed a kiss to a spot beneath his ear. He groaned, hips thrusting up as you began to work him. "And I'm sure you want me too, right, Steve?"

He turned his head towards you, capturing your lips into his as your fingers ran over the length of his cock. He panted into your mouth, hips rutting up into your hand as you made out with him, tongues becoming nearly one as the kiss became dirtier. The feeling of him on you had your pussy fluttering, a throbbing between your legs as you imagined him pressing inside of you, stretching you out as you choked on Eddie's cock.

"Baby?" Eddie called out, pulling you away from the kiss. Steve moved to follow your lips, a trail of saliva connecting you two. Giggling, you pressed a hand to his cheek, stopping him as he chased you.

"Yeah?" Your voice was rough as Steve snuck a hand down, pushing your panties aside so he could run a finger along your slit. He pressed his lips to your neck, marking the skin right next to where Eddie had earlier. Another rush was sent to your core as you realized you were being claimed by the prettiest boys in Hawkins.

"Come out, I need to touch you," Eddie stood up, proudly adjusting the bulge in his pants as he stared down at you two. You pulled away from the man, not ignoring the way he whined at the separation. His hand slowly left your panties, dipping quickly at your clit before he completely removed himself.

You climbed out of the pool, sitting on the ledge before swinging your legs over, standing up to run over to your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his waist, laughing as his hand reached down to grab at your ass, a loud smack filling the air. He leaned down to kiss the taste of Steve off of your lips, taking his time in the embrace. Pulling away, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, eyes looking over your head to Steve.

He remained in the pool, eyes low as one of his hands was below the water, running over his own hardness in his pants.

Eddie turned towards the door, walking with you in his hands before turning towards Steve. "You coming, Harrington?" The two of you stepped inside, hearing the commotion behind you as you made your way towards the stairs. It was a splash of water and a loud curse as he clambered out of the pool, nearly planting his face into the concrete as he ran to catch up to you two.

You were pressed into the mattress, stomach flat on the bed as Steve hovered above you, hand on your neck to crane your head back to kiss him. The angle had your neck twisted, his cock digging into your ass as he lay above you. He ground his hips into you repeatedly, growing harder by each passing second as he moaned into your mouth.

Eddie's hands ran across your face as he sat in front of the two of you, legs splayed wide with his back pressed to the headboard. He lies almost completely naked, boxers pushed to his mid thigh as he ran his hand over his cock, working it to the sight of you and Steve making out above it.

It was the most compromising position you had found yourself in, heat flowing between your legs as all of your senses were filled with the men around you. Eddie groaned loudly as Steve's hand reached down between your legs to rub at your pussy, fingers dipping behind the lace of your underwear. Widening your legs with his own, he pushed a finger inside of you, smiling at the way you moaned into his mouth, saliva pooling at the corner of your mouth as you pushed your ass into his hips.

"Fuck," you moaned, working your hips to meet his pumps half way. Dropping your head down to rest on Eddie's thigh, you groaned at the feeling, your own hand reaching up to replace Eddie's. His head hit the back of the headboard, a bead of precum dripping out of the head.

Steve removed himself from you, the heat leaving you whining even as he pulled you up to your knees, pushing down the small of your back so you arched up into the air. You leaned on your elbows, briefly glancing behind you as Steve pulled down the lace panties, leaving them stretched between your knees.

Eddie's hand came up to lace in your head, tugging your towards his cock as you mewled at the feeling of Steve's tongue on you, lapping between your folds. It had you jumping, eyes fluttering closed before you wrapped your lips around the head of Eddie's cock. A groan in unison flew from all of your mouths as you pushed your hips back, grinding into Steve's face as you simultaneously pushed further down on Eddie.

Eddie's hand tangled into your hair to stop you from deep throating him, feeling his orgasm already building up in him as he looked at Steve licking into you. The man's eyes were shut as he dipped his tongue in and out of you, flattening his tongue to run up your slit, daring to flick his tongue over your hole, cheeks pulled apart to expose you completely. Eddie groaned as you hollowed your cheeks, hand moving to cup at his balls, bobbing your head over him. The two of you were so locked into the moment, it made his head spin.

"Fuck, Harrington," Eddie groaned, widening his legs as you jerked him, tongue running up his length from his balls to the tip. Spit and precum covered your lips as you sucked at the tip, staring up at him. "You look like you love that shit."

Steve hummed, eyes darting open to find Eddie staring at him, hands tangled in your hair as you choked on him. He smirked, nodding as he leaned down to suck at your clit. You moaned again, hips pressing back into his face.

"She tastes good," he muttered in between licks, tongue darting at your ass as he slipped two fingers inside. You fluttered around him, sticky white covering his fingers as they moved inside of you.

"You wanna fuck her next?" Eddie asked, pulling your hair out of your eyes as he began to slowly fuck your throat, enjoying the way you gagged around him when he pushed too far. You moaned at the conversation, both boys pretending like you weren't even there as they spoke about you.

Steve lifted his head, eyes focused on his fingers as they moved inside of you, other hand thumbing at your ass, watching the way he arched into the touch. Dipping his thumb inside, you moaned, another glob of slick falling around his fingers.

Looking up at Eddie, Steve nodded, cock pressed into the side of your ass from the angle he kneeled at. A third finger pressed into you and you pulled off of Eddie, your hand replacing your mouth as you whined into his hip.

"Fuck--I need something, baby," you moaned, pushing your hips back into Steve as he fingered you. Eddie nodded at your words, understanding the overstimulating emotion you felt. He sat up, fingers running through your hair as your mouth was drawn up in a silent sob, eyes squeezed shut.

"Move, Harrington," he said, squeezing the base of his cock as you panted into his thigh. His orgasm was on its verge, threatening to burst as Steve leaned down to shove his face even further into you than before, tongue moving rapidly as you rocked against his face.

Steve hummed a 'no', his fingers leaving you to rub at your clit, rubbing faster as you began to whine, hips twitching at his movements. It was almost too much for you, your orgasm flowing through you as you felt blinded, a scream caught in your throat. You buried your face into Eddie's thigh, fingers digging marks into his skin as you rode it out.

Eddie's fingers ran through your hair, irritation on his face as Steve slowly straightened up, smirk on his wet face. He licked your remnants off of him, hand shoved down the front of his boxers.

"You're such a brat, you know that, Harrington?" Eddie grumbles, maneuvering you so you lay on your back. You stared at the ceiling as you caught your breath, eyes fixated on Eddie as he crawled over to Steve.

His hand came up to grip his face, fingers digging into his cheeks as he forced him to look into his eyes. Steve's smirk was wide, eyes darting between Eddie's mouth and eyes.

"You're going to do something about it, then?" You moaned as Eddie crashed his lips into the younger man's, his clothed cock rubbing against Eddie's exposed one. The noises they made were pornographic, Steve running his hands over his hair, his back, his chest, anything he could touch. You could tell the moment had been building up for a while, their mouths moving over each other like they had been starved. Eddie pulled away first, reaching down to smack at Steve's ass.

"Go lay down."

Steve threw himself beside you, head tilted in your direction as he looked at you, chest heaving, breasts exposed. He reached up to grab one, fingers running slowly over the nipple as your eyes fluttered shut.

"Get up, I want you to ride him, baby."

Eddie's voice had you shivering, legs shaking as you stood up on shaky knees, palms pressed to Steve's chest. You grabbed his boxers, sliding them down his legs before tossing them to the side. You threw a leg over his waist, sitting on him, cock nudged in the cave of your pussy.

You moved your hips slowly, grinding against him as he moaned beneath you, head falling into the pillows as his hands found your hips, guiding your movements. Eddie kneeled behind you, boxers discarded now as his wet cock nudged into your back.

"Bend over, baby," He whispered into your ear, pressing a palm flat to your back as you leaned to press your chest into Steve. You kissed him, moving as you felt Eddie reach between you, guiding Steve into you. He was dripping wet, head pulsating as he pressed into you, slowly stretching you out.

The both of you moaned into each other's mouths, one of Eddie's hands running down the shaft of Steve's dick and the other pressing your hips down onto him. Once fully seated, you moaned, hips twitching as you felt him pressed in all the right places. Eddie's hands went to move you, raising slightly before stopping, your hands gripping at his waist as you tilted your hand to look back at him. He was fixated on where you two met, tongue poked out the corner of his mouth.

"Gimme a sec- I needa second-" You whined, not used to the width. Where Eddie lacked in girth, he made up in length, head often catching onto your cervix, having you whining, running from the brutal, yet blinding feeling most often. You felt Steve laugh slightly, the movement of his body having you drop your head to his chest, vibrations running through your body.

"I know, baby," Eddie whispered, moving your hips slowly as he guided the rise and fall of your hips. Steve stretched you out good, eyes squeezed shut as his moans carried in the air, arms wrapped around your torso. "Come here, baby."

You sat up, grimacing at the way you sank deeper. Eddie brought you to his chest, your head thrown back over his shoulder as his hand snaked down, rubbing circles over your sensitive clit, breathing deep into your ear. He guided you with his other hand, not slowing down as he bounced you, eyes on Steve as he fell apart below you.

Eddie's guidance was brutal, not allowing you to slow down as you and Steve neared closer to your breaking points. Every touch Steve tried to give you, Eddie smacked it away causing Steve to curse at him, frustration amidst his high. He pulled at his hair, hands running over his face as he brought a pillow over him. You heard him shout into the pillow, feet coming up to rest on the bed as his knees bent, using the angle to fuck into you harder.

You came for a second time that night, a shout on your lips as Steve hips paused below you, filling you up as you clenched around him. Eddie let out a low laugh as he let go of you, watching the way you fell forward, chest smacking into Steve as he pulled the pillow away from his face.

"How was that, Harrington?" He teased, ignoring the way Steve threw the middle finger at him, running his other hand over your forehead, wiping the strands of loose hair that stuck to the skin. He slipped out of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Eddie leaned over you, your body sandwiched between the two men as you felt him prod at your entrance, pushing the cum that dripped out of you back in with his cock. You whined, pressing your face into Steve's shoulder as he pushed inside.

"Tell me if it's too much, baby," He whispered against your skin, hips moving slowly into you as you pushed back against him. His hips stuttered with each movement, you knew he was close before he even began. The overstimulation had you whining, a deep ache forming between your legs. His fingers dipped in between you, gripping at your boob as he fucked into you. You mouthed at Steve's neck, feeling his fingers run over your forearms, soothing you through Eddie's hips stuttering into you. Profanities fell from his lips, having you fall apart with each word.

You're so beautiful, baby, fuck—you look so good on my dick.

Such a slut, such a slut for me.

His hands wrapped around your throat, forcing your head back to look at Steve, head jerking forward with each movement of his hips.

Such a slut for Steve, too, huh, baby?

Look at him, baby, he loves this shit.

Steve moaned, cock stirring up again as you fell apart between the two of them, dripping down onto him.

Think you can cum again? Cum on my cock, show the brat what a good girl looks like. You think you can do that? Cum for him, and maybe we both can be inside of you... think about it, both of our cocks ins-

You shouted, eyes rolling back as your final orgasm left your body. Eddie followed suit, already hanging on by a thread, waiting for your cue before letting go. His orgasm was loud, a FUCK escaping his lips as he spilled inside of you.

He let you drop against Steve fully this time, listen to the whispers of him soothing you in your ear, you did so good. He collapsed next to the two of you, chest heaving as he watched the way Steve grabbed you in his arms, your head nestled into his chest. He hated to admit it, but you looked good in his arms, even better with the two of them surrounding you.

He felt Steve's eyes on him, glancing up at his doe eyes, wide as they bore into him.

"So... is this something we talk about or...?" Steve's voice was raspy, hand running circles into your back. You had fallen asleep, quickly and silently as every ounce of you was spent.

Eddie laughed, his own hand coming up to rest on you. Subconsciously, you leaned into the touch, a deep sigh spent into Steve's skin.

"I'm pretty sure everyone already knows," he muttered, laughing at the look on Steve's face. His mouth sputtered open, swallowing deeply.

"They said that?" Eddie's heart began racing at his look, nervous at the man's look. He didn't want to fuck this up, whatever this was. His feelings had been pushed down too far, for too long; he didn't want to confess, just to be rejected again.

"No, but—uh, I think that's why they left," he said, gaze dropping from Steve boring into him. "Rob said something about 'finally' before... they left."

Steve stayed silent, nodding as he looked down at you in his arms, snuggling into the heat of his arms. He didn't know what to say for a moment, opening his mouth repeatedly as he took back the sentences he began, but didn't finish.

An awkward silence lingered in the air, Eddie turning over as he figured Steve wouldn't say anything else in the moment.

"Well, I guess that takes care of it, then," his voice cut through the air, Eddie's head whipping around to stare at him, eyes wide with the fear of his next words. "Makes it easier for, ya'know."

Eddie laughed out loud, shocked at how this moment could've passed so much easier. "Makes it easier for what, Harrington? Us fucking each other?"

Steve blushed, a quick nod thrown to him. "Guess you could say that."

You sighed, lifting your hand to grab at Eddie's shoulder. Both boys looked at you, surprised at the movement as you should've been asleep, deaf to the conversation around you. You peaked your eye open at them, squinting in the bright light of the room.

"This means I have to visit more often, yeah?" Steve's laughter vibrated you, his chest shaking as Eddie leaned up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You preened at the touch, blushing as he looked down at you. Both boys were beautiful, smiles wide as their laughter carried through the room. It was a shock how you didn't implode right then and there, heart full as they held you.

a/n: I didn't know how to end it, don't hate me. I also don't know how to write anything less than 5k.

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[eiightysixbaby]

older! eddie finally having enough of reader calling him old man and he decides to show her how much of an old man he really is😏😏😏

“old man yeah?” he says grinning ear to ear when you whine pathetically underneath him, “wanna say that again?” he coos

18+ only pleaaaase!

The ball rolls down the lane, heavy and awkward, knocking into the pins and only sending a couple falling.

“That was possibly the worst throw of the night, Munson!” Robin says, smiling proudly when Eddie glares at her.

He groans, swiveling his arm to stretch out his shoulder.

“Not fair, this shit used to be easy. ‘S fuckin’ killing my shoulder tonight,” he comments, picking up his bottle of beer and clinking it with the top of Steve’s in a sort of pity toast to his bad turn.

“Oh, come on, old man!” you tease, standing to take your turn. You pick up your bowling ball from the bunch, giving Eddie a devious glance. “Let me show you how it’s done, sans any shoulder pain or back pain or pain in any other body part,” you smirk, earning a laugh from Steve.

“Ouch,” he says. “She’s got you there, Ed. Shoulder pain, really? When we’re not even halfway through this game.”

“Oh fuck off, Harrington. Wasn’t it two nights ago I saw you buying Epsom salts complaining about sore muscles? From a day at the pool with your kids?”

“Listen, the amount of times I had to pick them up and toss them into the water—”

You giggle, letting the two of them bicker as you take your turn. You let the ball go in a more elegant manner than Eddie, standing at the end of the lane as you wait to see the outcome. Sure enough, all ten pins fall with a scattered crash, and you bounce up and down eagerly.

“Woo!” Robin and Steve cheer, Eddie rolling his eyes as you high-five them.

“Alright, sweetheart, so you think you’re the superior bowler?” he asks, pulling you against him.

“I know I am, old man,” you draw out the last two words, pressing a polished finger to his chest. “Unless you really think you can show me up. But I wouldn’t want you hurting that shoulder while you try,” you pout, seeing the way the look in his eyes changes at your teasing. “Can’t have you doing too much… physical activity.”

“Alright, so that’s how you want to be, hm?” he asks, his voice low. “Just wait ‘til we get home, darling.”

The comment makes you shiver, his figure slipping away from you as soon as the words are out of his mouth. You watch him leave to get another drink, your mouth slightly agape as film reels run through your head, showcasing the activities that probably await you when you return home. Chewing on your lip, you return to your seat next to Robin, knowing full well you’re going to get under Eddie’s skin as much as you possibly can before the night is over.

Stumbling through the door just before midnight, a couple shitty bowling-alley-bar mixed drinks in your system, Eddie’s got his finger hooked in the waistband of your too-tight jeans, pulling you into him.

“That was real fucking cute, the way you kept mocking me all night,” he rasps, his warm breath fanning your ear, his lips barely grazing the shell of it. “If I had to hear you call me an old man one more time, I swear I was going to put you in the car and fuck you right there in the parking lot,” he says, kissing at your jaw.

You whine a little, tilting your head to the side to allow him better access.

“This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, knowing the answer.

“Ed—” you pant, trying to paw at the buckle on his jeans.

“It is, god of course it’s what you wanted. I know your angles, baby,” he purrs, his voice dripping with lust.

He presses a hot kiss to your mouth, his tongue licking against your teeth. Your hands climb up his back, clawing at the fabric of his shirt as if your plan is to rip it off of him. He picks you up, carrying you down the hallway without breaking the kiss. He’s tossing you on the bed before he pulls his shirt off, exposing his modest muscles from years of hard work at the shop. You never tire of looking at the tattoos that decorate his pale skin, the ink fading with time.

He’s undoing his belt while you’re stripping bare on his bed, feeling your face heat when you catch him staring at your tits.

“Damn, I’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you tonight,” he breathes, smiling boyishly, betraying his age despite the soft wrinkles in his face.

“Are you?” you ask, one final taunt, pushing him over the edge.

“Oh, sweetheart. G’na have you crying for me,” he says, moving to hover on top of you on the bed. “You’re not gonna be able to fucking walk tomorrow,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.

It’s quick and without warning when he slips two fingers inside of you, making you mewl as your hands tangle in his hair. He curls them expertly, he knows your body like the back of his hand by now, knows exactly what to do to have you screaming for him.

His eager mouth licks and sucks on your breasts, tugging your nipples gently with his teeth as your back arches. Your body accepts a third finger from him easily, sucking him right in as wet, filthy noises fill the bedroom.

“Eddie,” you whine, already on the edge of your orgasm. Your breathing is heavy, eyes pinched shut beneath him as he works you to your breaking point.

You cum around his fingers with a cry, body shaking violently as he works you through it. You feel like you’re on fire, his touch igniting every inch of you. All you want is more.

“Old man, huh?” Eddie muses as you come down from your first high of the evening. “Looks like this old man still knows how to please. So do you wanna call me that again, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, knowing you’re already in for quite the night.

“Good,” he says, dipping down to kiss your lips, your jaw, your neck. “Cause we’re just getting started.”

[steddieas-shegoes]

The first time Dustin tried to get Steve and Eddie to meet, Eddie refused.

“You expect me to be nice to Steve Harrington? The King of Hawkins High?”

“I told you, that’s old news,” Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Last year isn’t exactly old news, Henderson.”

So Dustin let it be.

— — — — —

The second time they didn’t have a choice.

Eddie was wanted for murders he didn’t commit, and Steve was well-versed in the ways of the Upside Down.

When Eddie almost died, it was Steve who was able to carry him through the gate.

When Eddie was in the hospital for three weeks, it was Steve who sat by his side every night so he wouldn’t be alone with his nightmares.

When Eddie got out, it was Steve who brought him to his appointments and helped him get settled in the new government-provided house for him and Wayne.

When Eddie thought about it, Steve was probably the nicest guy he’d ever met.

— — — — — — — —

But Steve ended up having to go back to work when things got fixed up.

His parents left him the house, but otherwise cut him off.

Groceries and gas don’t pay for themselves.

So he saw him for an hour here or a few minutes there, always checking in when he dropped Dustin and Mike off for D&D.

Eddie started to wonder if Steve only hung out with him because he had like, survivors guilt or something. He had been so kind and caring, but clearly the clock ran out on that.

But to Dustin, it was just a reset.

Steve hadn’t changed, just his available time.

And it was time to do something about it.

— — — — — — —

They say the third time’s the charm, but in this case, it wasn’t.

In fact, Dustin almost gave up when this result ended in Eddie telling Steve to go fuck himself.

He didn’t know what happened, and he never found out, but Steve looked hurt, and Eddie shut himself in his room for three days.

— — — — — — —

Dustin was sick.

The flu was running rampant through the streets and school halls of Hawkins, leaving no person left untouched by the worst nausea and body aches known to humankind.

Also, Eddie’s dramatics may have been rubbing off on him. Just a little.

So he couldn’t go to Hellfire, and without him, they couldn’t finish the campaign.

But in his drug-addled mind, he thought of a resolution. Potentially. But bribery would have to be involved.

So he called Steve.

“Steve.” He turned up the pitifully low rasp of his voice to make it seem like he was dying. “I need you to cover me at Hellfire.”

“Why? So Eddie can tell me to go fuck myself again? No thanks.”

“Dude. Please. I’m too sick. Everyone’s been wanting to finish this campaign for a month.”

“Can’t they reschedule when you’re better.”

Well, yeah, probably. Eddie had been way more open to rescheduling since everything happened.

That would ruin his plan, though.

“C’mon, Steve! I’ll owe you!” He coughed to add to the drama of it all.

“Fine! Fine.” Steve sighed. “I hope you know you’re gonna lose.”

“Nah, it’s a team effort. Everyone will help you.”

“Sure.” Then, because Steve was Steve: “Need anything, Henderson?”

Dustin almost felt bad about what he was making Steve do. Almost.

“No, mom’s making me a broth soup to try to sip on.”

“Okay, call tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

If Dustin wasn’t as sick as he was, he probably would have tried to stay awake to call tonight.

But he fell asleep within minutes.

— — — — — — — —

“I’m sorry, you’re what?”

Steve rolled his eyes and placed his hands on his hips. “Filling in for Dustin. He’s sick.”

“You can’t do that.”

“He said I could.”

“He doesn’t run Hellfire, does he?”

“Shouldn’t he? Since you graduated?”

Eddie glared.

“If you two are done bickering like old ladies fighting over the same man in the nursing home, we have a campaign to finish,” Erica said from her seat, looking at her nails instead of at them.

“You heard Lady Applejack,” Eddie gestures towards the table.

Steve sat in the largest chair at the end and leaned back.

Everyone was staring at him.

“You’re not that dense. You can’t be.”

Steve looked up at Eddie with a smirk.

“Is there a problem?”

“That’s the DM seat. I’m the DM. Therefore, my seat.”

“It’s big enough to share. I like the view from here.”

“You can see all my notes from here!”

“Exactly.”

Eddie’s face was so red, it was a wonder he hadn’t exploded yet.

But he didn’t continue arguing. To Steve’s delight, and Dustin’s if he were there to see it, Eddie sat down on the edge of the chair. Steve scooted over a little, but they were pushing each other and being immature and stupid.

They both fell on their asses and Lucas finally spoke up.

“Can we just reschedule? This isn’t gonna work.”

“No. We’re so close. Dustin wouldn’t have sent Steve if he wanted us to reschedule.”

Eddie looked at Steve, searching his face for something. Whatever it was, he must’ve found it.

“Alright. Steve’s in my lap. Let’s go.”

He clapped and pulled himself back into the chair, patting his thigh and smiling at Steve.

“The whole game?”

“It’s this or Dustin’s spot over there.”

Steve wasn’t having that. He deserved this spot.

He stood up and sat down in Eddie’s lap, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered at being close enough to smell the shampoo Eddie used. Eddie’s hands settled on his hips to hold him in place while he leaned around to check his notes.

“Let’s begin!”

Luckily, Steve didn’t have to do much. The rest of the group kind of played for him, knowing he was just a warm body at the table.

And he was certainly warm.

Eddie’s hands had been finding new places to touch on his sides or legs or back or stomach all night. It was distracting. It was annoying. It was intoxicating and addicting and Steve never wanted to leave.

He was completely zoned out, barely registering he was supposed to be an active participant in this fucking game when he felt a light smack on his thigh.

He let out a whine.

And then reality came crashing in.

Everyone was staring at him with raised eyebrows. Eddie was completely still under him. He was mortified.

But he still didn’t want to get up.

He kind of just wanted to turn around and bury his face in Eddie’s neck.

As soon as he has the thought, his body is making it happen. ‘Your wish is my command,’ it’s saying in excitement.

Within seconds, his body is turned facing a shell-shocked Eddie, legs using the space between Eddie’s back and the back of the chair to wrap around his waist, and his face burying itself into his neck. He let out a much quieter whine, and felt his whole body relax.

A hand was on the back of his head, keeping him in place, and he sighed.

He could feel vibrations, like Eddie was speaking, but his head was cloudy and he couldn’t quite figure out what it was he was saying.

It didn’t really matter anyways. He was cozy and safe and relaxed for maybe the first time ever. Unless Eddie physically removed him from his spot, he wasn’t moving.

Time passed, but Steve couldn’t take a guess at how much.

“Stevie? You awake?”

“Mhm.”

“You wanna get comfy?”

“Am.”

He felt Eddie laugh more than he heard it, but he just snuggled further into Eddie’s neck, bunching his shirt in his hands.

“Okay, I’m just gonna pick you up and go to the bedroom. It’ll be better to sleep.”

Sleep? Was it that late? Where was everyone else?

“Shhh. It’s okay. Just squeeze your legs around my waist and hold on.”

Steve followed his instructions to the letter and he could’ve sworn he heard Eddie whisper “good boy” into his ear, but that could’ve been wishful thinking.

The next thing he knew, Eddie was sitting on the edge of his own bed with Steve in the same position on his lap.

“Wanna get in comfy clothes?”

Steve shook his head.

He was so tired.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Dunno. Week?”

“A week?! Steve…”

“Shhh. Sleepy.”

“No shit. You haven’t slept in a week.” Eddie sighed and then somehow managed to get them both settled in bed, Steve’s body almost entirely on top of Eddie’s. “Get some rest, sweetheart.”

“Mkay.”

Eddie kissed the top of his head, but he was already almost completely asleep.

— — — — — — —

“So he just…cuddled him? Right there at the table?”

Dustin couldn’t believe his plan worked and he wasn’t even there.

“It was awful,” Erica spit out.

“It was weird,” Lucas added.

“It was disgusting,” Mike said, pointing a glare at Dustin. “I wish I had the flu so I could’ve missed it.”

“And has anyone checked in on them since?”

Two days had passed and Dustin was finally able to keep solid foods down and his fever broke more than 12 hours before. His mom was even going to let him call Suzy later.

“Uh. Should we?”

“Lucas! Dude! They may have turned on each other.”

“Yeah, more like turned each other on,” Erica mumbled.

They all stared at each other, disgusted at the thought of their friend and babysitter being close.

“Gross.”

But Dustin smiled anyway. His plan finally worked.

[shares-a-vest]

No one knows why Eddie and Nancy call each other "my dear" and "honey" respectively. Not even Steve and Robin, who only give a brief pause (and sometimes a confused, "huh?") before going back to whatever nonsense. Even though it is absolutely, one hundred percent, their fault.

It’s all because Eddie and Nancy are dating two people permanently attached at the hip. "Platonic soulmates" they say, repeated ad nauseam. Two people who should be siblings. A pair of bickering sisters who are also sometimes gross brothers. A brother and sister duo so chaotic they give the Sinclairs a run for their money.

Platonic soulmates who act like two silly drunk girls when they are out at a bar. Two losers who cackle with laughter and sing along far too loudly to the radio on the way home.

A pair of idiots stumbling up the stairs in Steve’s house, gradually discarding jackets, bags and accessories.

Eddie is relatively sober, having played with the band and Nancy is tipsy, never one to entirely shake her sensible and put-together self. So Eddie follows behind, closing the front door, locking it and turning the lights off, while Nancy scurries along picking up the tossed attire.

"You're my best friend!" Robin shouts, squishing Steve's cheeks together as they hang off each other, wobbly at the top of the stairs.

"Love you, Robbie!" Steve says, voice cracking as he sniffles and kisses her on the cheek.

He takes her hand and they disappear up the hall.

By the time Eddie reaches Steve’s bedroom, Steve and Robin are passed out on that plaid bedspread, all curled up together like two creatures huddled together for warmth and companionship.

Nancy grumbles as she straightens up the shoes scattered at the foot of the bed.

"I swear they forget we exist sometimes," she says, huffing as she tugs off Robin’s left boot that she’d only managed to unzip.

"Oh absolutely," Eddie agrees.

He can’t help but walk over to Steve’s bedside and brush his fringe from his face. Steve produces a gross snorting nose at the movement, cuddling in closer to his best friend.

"Stop… snoring… di…" Robin mumbles, not getting out her favourite nickname before drifting back off to sleep.

Eddie steps back and folds his arms, resigning himself to spending his Sunday tolerating two hungover platonic soulmates in their worst and most annoying form.

Nancy rolls her eyes. "Get your bag and come into the spare room."

They make quick work of changing, Eddie in an oversized band tee and a pair of Steve’s checked pyjama pants he had taken ownership of. He looks in the mirror as he stands side-by-side Nancy in the upstairs bathroom, both brushing their teeth in silence. He looks over her pale pink nightdress, embellished with embroidered flowers and can’t help the huffed laugh that escapes him.

"What?" Nancy smiles and spits out her toothpaste in the sink.

"We look like an old married couple who have run out of things to talk about."

Nancy giggles, quickly moving to a washcloth to wipe her mouth before she bursts out laughing. She zips up her cosmetics bag and makes a sharp turn to face Eddie, her brow quirked.

"Honey, did you enjoy the soiree this evening?" she says in an uptight, snooty voice, cocking her chin and giving a sly smile.

"Splendid, my dear!" he replies, toothbrush dangling from his mouth as he bows with a flourish. "Although the band was an absolute bore."

"Don't say that!" Nancy chides, breaking character as she playfully slaps his shoulder.

He snorts a laugh as he finishes up and rinses his mouth out, dripping water everywhere.

"Wheeler, there were like seven people there, including you, Steve and Rob," he laughs, dropping the facade too.

"Shall we retire for the night?" she says, changing the subject and slipping back into character. She offers her hand.

"To the bedroom!" he declares, pointing to the door.

The spare bedroom is, unsurprisingly, similar to the rest of the house. Sparse and low-lit with heavy dark curtains that make Steve’s plaid drapes look light and airy in comparison.

"I hope you don’t snore as much as Steve, Nancy," Eddie warns without any heat behind his words as he punches his pillow into a shape that isn't flat and solid.

"He does snore, doesn’t he?" she wonders aloud as she slips under the covers, huffing a laugh. "Robin talks in her sleep. Nothing serious or anything. Total nonsense."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Of course she does."

"Last week she woke me up," she starts as she pokes at his shoulder. "Tapping on my shoulder saying, ‘Nance, tell the fish it’s time to get ready for school’."

"Di-did you have… fish children?" he asks before doubling over, cackling.

"I think so," Nancy ponders, speaking slow before snorting a laugh.

"Goodnight, my dear."

"Night, honey."

At that, they turn away from each other, snuggling under the covers for a restful night’s sleep.

The following morning, Steve and Robin swap out his bed for cocooning themselves in blankets on the Harrington's gigantic couch as Eddie finishes up making their breakfast. They’d stirred fairly early in the morning, moving into the guest room and not-at-all subtly waking Eddie and Nancy to demand breakfast, all the while complaining about their whereabouts the night before.

Nancy enters the kitchen, freshly showered and laughs at the state of their counterparts. But they do not surface. If anything, Eddie swears Steve’s snoring is getting louder with every passing minute.

"Breakfast is all set, my dear," Eddie says, flinging a teatowel over his shoulder and offering her Steve's plate.

She hesitates but he gestures to the others on the couch. Robin is now babbling something incoherently as she taps Steve on the shoulder.

"Thank you, honey," Nancy giggles as she takes the food.

[carolmunson]

good cop, bad cop II: daddy lessons

real brain rot shit.  recommended reading: good cop, bad cop part one. 

warnings: fem reader, daddy kink, dom!steve, dom!eddie, sadist!eddie (also soft, he can’t help it), brat!reader, sadist!steve (not soft at all unfortch), bdsm aligning punishments and actions, humiliation, degradation, dom training, forced orgasm. female anatomy mention. p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), angst, face slapping (in like a bad way), severe name calling, some dubcon at the end

but in this realm (at least for me) all violent acts are previously consented to

pls don’t engage if under 18+ cause yikes! (like really, YIKES.) 

authors note: this was going one way to start, and then i slept on it and i changed my mind and then i changed my mind again

still a continuation to where we last left off, but a mean steve during the first half gets a little more defiance than he bargained for in half time. steve and eddie bicker like a married couple. a very much ‘anything you can do, i can do better’ take on the night. 

and then it took a turn, like a scary turn that i sort of like but oh my goddd????

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“Daddy’s gonna let you cum as many times as he wants,” Steve stopped teasing you, reaching past your writhing hips to the top of your underwear. You lifted your hips so he could wrench them off of you. Eddie watched them get tossed off the bed to the side, he frowned a little – they were his favorite after all. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, a little gasp falling out of your mouth as Steve’s fore finger probed between your legs. Your lips already puffing up, aching for him to touch you more. Eddie’s hands on your chest kept you satisfied enough, but there was always more fun to be had – if you played your cards right. 

“I think you know exactly what it means,” he said, pushing your knees further apart and placing himself between your legs. He flattened himself on the mattress, a strong hand pushing one of your legs to the side, using them both to help pull you closer to him. 

Eddie pushed your hair back from your face so you could watch Steve start leaving love bites on the delicate skin of your inner thighs. They were sharp and dominant, leaving you wincing in the wake of each one. You leaned back to face Eddie, squirming a little. He looked down at you and then scanned the rest of your clothed body, a little frown poking out at the sight of your battered knees and the bruises on your neck. 

Then it hit him, “Wait, wait, time out. Time out.” 

Steve immediately sat up and got off the bed, “Are you okay?” he asked. 

“I’m good,” he said, the reverb of his voice in his chest vibrated against your back. He turned your face to his, “Have you eaten at all since this morning?” 

You shook your head no, and you were surprised that the realization, “Oh, no. I haven’t. Yikes. Can we stop? Can I eat something first?” You started scooting off the bed, the subby lilt in your voice dropping out completely. You walked over to the end of the bed and shimmied your panties back on. 

Steve nodded as the three of you headed down the stairs to the kitchen, trying to pull himself back into a regular headspace – but Eddie couldn’t stop running his mouth. 

“It just really blows my mind sometimes how you wanna be King Steve so bad in this house, but you can’t even do a simple temperature check before you throw her back in the ring,” he complained, “I bet you didn’t even think about it.” 

Steve shook his head, “I didn’t, you’re right.” His voice was low, his eyes still glazed over a bit. You caught that look and grabbed his hand, running your thumb across the back of it to soothe him back to moment. Daddy’s need love too, after all. 

“Are you okay?” Steve asked you. 

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t okay,” you said, putting a hand on his cheek, “I am hungry, but I’m totally okay.”

Eddie was still ranting as he pulled some paper plates out of the cabinet above the stove, “And like, ‘Cum as many times as I want.’ That’s literally my whole thing! How are you gonna just co-opt my whole thing?” 

“We don’t have to do this tonight if you don’t want to,” he said, tuning out the other man’s voice. His expression was softer than she’d ever seen it, “We can wait, if you need some time.” 

“I rested, I’m gonna eat. It’s okay, we can do it tonight,” you reassured, lifting yourself up on your tip-toes to kiss him, “You’ve got me trained up for this, coach, c’mon.”  

Eddie flipped open a new pizza box on the counter, plating up a couple slices for each of you as you and Steve sat down in your respective places. He squeezed your hand gently from under the table before letting go. 

“Do you you need three slices?” you asked Eddie, looking at his plate, overflowing with pizza grease and cheese.

“It’s called carb loading, babe,” he replied matter-of-factly, “Look it up. ‘Cause with the way I wanna play with you tonight, we’re all gonna need it.” 

“We’re playing the way I want to play,” Steve asserted, utensils clattering, “It’s my scene. You both do as I say.” 

“Yes, Daddy,” you responded, folding your pizza in half. You all ate in silence, clear that Steve had a short fuse on him tonight. He hated when Eddie called him out on etiquette in front of you, even if he was right. He couldn’t deal with feeling any loss of complete control over you, and getting called on his bullshit made him nervous you’d stop respecting him. 

“Um,” you started, “If…if we’re starting you know, with going down on me. Could uh…hmm.” You opened your mouth to continue, and then closed it, and opened it again, “I’m trying to figure out the right way to ask this.” 

“Just ask it,” Steve said shortly. 

“If you’re gonna start with going down on me, could um, could Eddie do it?” 

Eddie snorted into the cup of water he was drinking, it quickly turned into a full belly laugh, “Oh my Goooodddd, this is the best day. Oh, fuck, that’s gold.” 

Steve tried to ignore him, “And why is that, princess?” 

“I don’t think you’re bad at it, you’re great at it,” you quickly assured, your voice raising several steps, “It’s just that Eddie, he…he’s just–” 

“It’s okay sweet thing, you can say it. I’m better,” Eddie interrupted, looking at Steve while he said it. 

“Ed, enough,” you urged, it was so clear he was trying to push Steve’s buttons, and you didn’t want to be the outlet for that. You turned your attention back to Steve, “It’s not that he’s better per-se, he’s just…he’s got a different style is all.” 

“You heard it hear first, Steve-o,” Eddie said with a shrug, a new spring of cockiness electrifying him, “I got a different style, and the style is better.” 

If there is anything that was true, it’s that Steve fucked you for his pleasure, and Eddie fucked you for yours. Steve was always more likely to steal you for a quickie in the morning before work over the bathroom sink, leaving you sniveling and whimpering with a stinging behind. He’d rut into you after getting belted, still high on power, forcing you to swallow all of his cum. He’d bounce you on his cock on the couch while he watched TV if you started talking to much. It was take and take, always leaving you a little broken and needy for him after. 

Eddie worked slow, he loved watching you go completely stupid under him, barely even talking – couldn’t even say your own name half the time. He made sure to take his time with you, making you finish at least two or three times before taking you all the way. It drove him wild to watch you shake and writhe beneath him while he tested your limits, mixing pleasure with pain at all times. 

And if anything else was true, it’s that Eddie wrote the book on eating pussy. You’d put yourself in enough embarrassing positions and situations just for a hint of feeling his tongue on you – recalling the time he rigged you up and put you on display in the center of the kitchen table while he cooked dinner, just to feast on you after he finished. (He put that together when Steve was on vacation with his parents though, Eddie didn’t want to share you at all that weekend.) 

Steve took a deep breath and let it out through his nose, “Okay Ed, why don’t you show me how it’s done, since you’re so much better.” 

Eddie stretched and put his hands behind his head, leaning back on the chair, he tossed you a look, “Baby, go grab my cuffs out of the closet upstairs, please?” 

You pouted, “But then I won’t get to grab your hair.” 

“Oh, I know,” he cooed, “But I think Steve would like it better with you a little tied up. You don’t wanna mess up his hair would you?” 

“That’s enough,” Steve said sternly, getting up so quickly the chair toppled over behind him. He grabbed you by the forearm out of the chair and pulled you out into the living room and up the stairs. Eddie followed quickly behind. 

Back in the bedroom, Steve took your clothes off, sparing the skirt. After seeing you in it all day, it felt right to ruin you in it, too. In his own way, he didn’t want you to associate that skirt with Eddie anymore, just him, just your daddy. 

Ed emerged from the closet, swinging his cuffs on his fingers and catching them in his palm. He smirked at you, pulling you in close to him by the waist for a deep and slow kiss, “Are you ready? You’re gonna look so pretty, all chained up.”  Steve watched from the edge of the bed with his arms crossed while Eddie got you set up. A perfect picture of authority standing over you, veins in his arms pulsing, his brow set and concentrated, there was a steady rise and fall in his chest. He locked his eyes with you while Eddie clicked the first cuff into place. 

“Tighter,” he said, “I want it to hurt her.” 

Eddie huffed a little, clicking the cuff two more notches, you winced. He made quick work of wrapping the chain between the cuffs around one of the center post of the iron bedframe, and getting your other wrist secured. 

Steve kept eye contact with you while you laid there, exposed. .A small hiss came out of your mouth when you struggled against the cuffs after feeling too seen and squirming. 

“You know it has to hurt so you can learn your place, baby,” he said, his voice low and husky. He ran this thumb over your lower lip, only for you to obediently take it in your mouth and suck on it. When it was released, he wiped your spit off on your cheek.

“There’s daddy’s girl,” he said, his gaze still hard. He forgot how turned on he got, seeing you tied up, helpless and begging. Maybe Eddie was right, maybe he wasn’t taking his time the way he should have. 

Eddie peeled his hole riddled Metallica shirt off and unhooked his wallet chain from his jeans, putting his effects on his bedside table. A true specimen under his clothes, pale skin and a body that looked like it was carved from marble – tattoos littering his chest to cover up the scarring. 

“You’re gonna want to take that shirt off Harrington, we’re bordering watersports territory,” Eddie warned. Steve followed suit, spit pooled in your mouth at the sight of his chest. The hair wasn’t for everyone, but this chick dug it, for sure.  

Ed got on one side of you, Steve on the other, the lesson has begun. 

“So, it’s best to start in a way that gives you the most access,” Eddie explained, pushing your legs up so the length of your thighs laid flat against your chest, your ass a little off the bed, “Open up a little for me, princess.” 

You excitedly opened your legs for him, feeling his breath on your thigh. Your heart raced with excitement while being on display for both of them. 

“And you know, you can’t just dive in, and from just lookin’ at ya Stevie, I can tell you want to. And I get it, who wouldn’t?” he looked up at you from between your thighs, a purr settling in his throat, “Who wouldn’t want to get right into that pretty pussy?”  

His fingertips made lazy circles on your inner thigh. You shivered at the gentle touch, muscle memory making you want to reach down to run your hand through his hair. You rolled your hips even has the metal of the cuffs bit into your wrists. 

“Tsk, tsk, so impatient,” Eddie said, placing two fingers in a V over each of your lips, puffing up more with every brush of his skin against yours. 

“See, this is why you can’t just jump in,” he said, looking down at you and then over to Steve, “You gotta tease her a little first.” He massaged his fingers over you slowly, the action moving your hood over your clit in slow motion. Your thighs twitched, the feeling making breathy quiet moans spill out of you. 

Eddie kept you like this for about a minute, you rolled your hips in time with his touch trying to get yourself off as much as you could, but it wasn’t enough. God, he knew how to tease – everything just so out of reach. 

Steve hadn’t spoken, transfixed on you, whining and writhing – he wasn’t sure if he was angry or just more aroused than he’d ever been. Any time Eddie touched you in front of him like this, it was on his command. When he said it was okay. He knew you fucked around without him, and that was fine, he didn’t have to see it or think about it. But this? This felt offensive, like you forgot who you worshipped. 

Eddie dipped his head down, “Look at me, sweet girl.” Steve watched as your eyes went from him to Eddie with immediate obedience, his jaw clenched. He reached over and put a hand in your hair, letting his thumb slide over your temple while you mewed down at the other boy in your bed. 

Eddie winked at you, putting both hands on your thighs, letting his bottom lip drag over your aching lips resting at the skin just above your clit. 

“Pleeeaasssee,” you whined out, tears pricking your eyes, unable to hold back anymore. 

“Seeeee,” Eddie said, turning his head to Steve, his hair tickling your thighs like fire, “Already almost crying, your favorite.” 

“So when you go in, it’s kind of like…I don’t know how to explain it really,” he explained while using his fingertips to part your lips. Slickness glinted in the low light of the room, Steve’s hand dropped to the side of your neck, thumbing your jugular absentmindedly. 

“So pretty,” Eddie murmured to himself. He flattened his tongue, starting at the bottom and gliding it up past your opening before capturing the rest of you in his mouth and sucking with intention. He smirked into the motion while you gasped at first contact. 

“Fffffuck!” you cried out, it was the only time you were allowed to curse. 

Eddie pulled away, and turned back to Steve, “It’s kind of like how you kiss my neck when you’re feeling a little needy.”

Steve let a little sigh come out through his nose, a whisper of a smile washed over his face, “Watch yourself, Munson.” 

“You wanna taste our girl?” he asked, leaning in for a kiss. Steve grunted a reply, taking his hand off your neck and into Eddie’s hair, the other dominantly clutching the back of his head. They were like animals when they kissed, each trying to out do the other. 

When they broke apart, Eddie grinned down at you, getting back into position between your thighs, “Daddy must love how you taste, huh?” You nodded eagerly, the cool air hurting you more than helping you as it met with the wetness running down onto the bed. 

“So now you can vary it, or keep a similar pace until you want to start getting her ready for more,” he spoke like it was a museum tour, or an infomercial. 

“This is her favorite, though,” he said, going back in with his tongue fluttering over your clit. Switching from rapidly from fluttering to sucking, letting out a deep guttural groan while he did. 

You let out loud moans, the ones Eddie would open the windows for (our little exhibitionist). 

“Yes! YES! Ooh, more, more like that, please,” you cried out, your voice trailing up and octave with every moan. 

“She sounds like a porn star,” Steve commented in his normal voice. 

“That’s kind of the point,” Eddie said against your thigh, “That’s like, my favorite part about it.” Without warning, he slipped a finger into you, already expertly teasing at your g-spot like you were a new B.C. Rich. 

Eddie let out a sharp exhale, “So fucking wet for me tonight, baby girl.” He pushed a second finger in, and your eyes rolled back at the fullness of his fingers in you. He felt you pulse over him and snickered. 

“Far she blows, Harrington,” Eddie joked, getting on his knees and leaning over you, his other hand pressing down just above your pubic bone. The pressure building in your stomach released almost immediately, sending a gush of liquid out over Eddie’s hand and over the mattress. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Eddie whispered, “You’re so fucking hot.” He wiped his hand off on his jeans, immediately unbuttoning them and abandoning them next to his belt on the corner of the bed. His boxers not helping in any way to hide how hard he was for you. 

“Don’t let her wait in between,” Steve commanded, “Don’t let her have time to catch up.” 

Eddie nodded, taking his dick out lazily stroking himself while repositioning between your legs. His tongue was quickly gliding back over your pussy, fingers pumping into you while your hips met his rhythm, coming again soon after the first. Eddie didn’t let up, but your insides ached and your legs hurt. 

“It h–ooh, it hurss, ah! Oh, ooh,” you were caught in the cross roads, some touches feeling good, some stinging.  “God Steve, let me fuck her,” Eddie begged, his chin and cheeks covered your juices. An evil glint flashed in Steve’s eyes as they met yours.

“That’s what you want, right?” he asked you. You nodded, trying to swallow your cries so he wouldn’t catch you slipping too early, but your cheeks were already stained with tears. 

Another orgasm shook through your body onto Eddie’s fingers, shorter than the other two. You expected a moan to come out, but instead a full shuddering cry rang through the bedroom. Steve nodded in Eddie’s direction, signaling that it was good to go. 

Eddie eased in, wanting to savor how wet you were. Warm and inviting, already spasming over his cock as he’s pushed in slowly. It took you a moment to adjust to him, but you growled at how full you felt when he got to the hilt, feeling his balls at the bottom of your opening. 

“That feels good huh, pretty baby?” he asked, steadying himself with a hand on your jaw while he stroked back and forth into you, “You love how this cock feels, don’t you?” 

“Oooh, yes, I love how your cock feels,” you repeated back to him, your voice raising to something high and nasally. Eddie gritted his teeth to keep from cumming at the sound. The world seemed hazy around you, only focused on the feeling of Eddie’s cock pumping into you and the pain on your wrists. The ache in your pussy and abs, the backs of your thighs. Your breaths came rapidly as Eddie picked up his pace, using his free hand circle your abused clit. 

Eddie’s eyes were wicked, beads of sweat dripping down his neck, some of his curls matted to his face, “Such a fucking whore, such a whore for me.” 

Your mouth lolled open, eyes half closed as you let your body bounce loosely against him. Your arms fell slack against the restraints, you were fully going under. 

“Such a whore for you daddy,” you mumbled lazily to him. 

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie muttered to himself stopping mid thrust at the sound of that word. He immediately getting off of you and pulled up his boxers.

“What did you just say?” Steve asked, anger burning in his face, “Did I hear you right?” 

He issued a hard slap across your face, “Back to reality, you fucking bitch, what the fuck did you just say?” 

You snapped hard out of your lulled state, your mouth running dry as you realized your mistake. His hands were rough on your face, fingertips digging into the sting blooming on your cheek. 

“Is that what you call him when I’m not around? That’s your Daddy, huh?” Steve glowered, his chest heaving. He looked rabid over you. 

Steve turned his attention to Eddie, “And you let her? I bet you just fuckin’ love that don’t you. Finally getting to be the big boss.” 

“No, no, it’s not his fault, please,” you squeaked out, terrified, “He doesn’t ask me to call him that.” 

“I swear Steve, I would never ask her to do that. That’s a hard line for you, we’ve talked about it,” Eddie said, his voice normal, out of the scene. This was going off script. 

“Take the cuffs off her,” Steve demanded, rage bubbling inside him. Eddie clicked the cuffs open, starting to go in and start soothing your reddened wrists but before he could, Steve wrenched you up by the hair. 

“That’s your Daddy?,” he repeated, pulling you off the bed to your feet, your scalp screamed, “That’s fine.” He dragged you to the end of the mattress and threw you over it. 

“Get your ass up,” he hissed. You were shaking, but assumed your position as the end of the bed, on all fours so your feet hung off the edge. You arched your back deep, your forearms quaking. Steve went into the closet silently, the air was filled with tension and the sound of you sniffling. 

He emerged with one of Eddie’s belts, the one with the pointed studs on it, the one he said he’d never take out unless you really deserved it. Steve approached Eddie, still in just his boxers, and clasped the belt in his hand. He pushed your skirt up over your belly so it hung off your waist. 

“Go ahead, punish her,” Steve said, his voice calm but his face taking over by something evil, “Show her what a good Daddy you are. Put her in her place.” 

“Steve…” Eddie started. 

“Toughen up, Ed, you can do it,” he said, unbuckling his own belt and taking his jeans and underwear off, “I was gonna finish her off with a spanking anyway, but you know, since you’re running the show here, now. By all means…” 

Steve kneeled in front of you on the bed, adjusting to find the best angle of his dick in front of your face.

“I don’t wanna hear you cryin’. You want me to give you something to cry about?,” he muttered, fisting your hair again, “Put this fucking cock in your mouth.” 

You quickly did as you were told, immediately putting it as far back in your throat as you could. You prayed that if you just did a good job here he’d cool out a little bit, but this was a very different Steve than you were used to. 

“Go ahead, Munson, show me what you can do,” he said, guiding your head up and down his length.

Eddie got behind you, nervous and unsure. He’s dealt you some beatings before but not like this – belts and spankings were Steve’s thing, not his. He wrapped the end of the belt on one hand, and ran the length of it through the other, then folded it in half. 

The first strike was weak, you out a little whimper, but nothing that really moved you. You’d had much worse with more tame belts. The second was a little harder, you let out a groan on Steve’s cock. You tried desperately to focus on the task at hand, but the uncertainty and unpredictability of what might happen next made you anxious. 

“Come on Eddie, you can do better than that,” Steve cooed, “Come on, she’s still got a lesson to learn today.” 

Eddie brought the belt down again on your thighs, but again, it was nothing compared to kneeling on rice earlier that afternoon. Eddie ripped your head off of his cock, you immediately gagged as the tip slid out of the top of your throat. 

“I’ll show you,” Steve said, “Switch with me, her dick sucking is boring anyway.” 

“I dunno, man,” Eddie said, concerned. Steve got up, and took the belt from him, nudging the other boy back to the mattress. Ed just sat in front of you stroking your hair. Your lower lip wobbled as he degraded you, he’d never said you weren’t good at something before. He was being mean just to be mean. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” he whispered in your ear, “You’re doing so good.” 

“So Ed, you have to mean it,” Steve said, his eyes were wide, an unhinged smile spread across his face. 

“You have to really mean it,” he said through gritted teeth. The belt came down so fast you could hear the ‘thwup’ of it breaking the sound barrier. You saw stars immediately, your whole body lurched forward. You tried to catch your breath but he knocked the wind fully out of you. 

“And she can really take a beating, Ed. It’s important to know for the future,” he said, the belt coming down hard again, once from the left and the right. You coughed and sputtered trying to find a breathing rhythm, tears were pouring out of you now. 

“And you’ll know her limits over time, y’know?” he explained, “But I’ll tell you, when she’s really bad, she’s rotten.” Steve whipped you with Eddie’s belt recklessly, you knew this pain would last for weeks at this point, you were certain he drew blood. Pain bloomed and bloomed again at every ‘smack’ of the belt hitting your skin. 

You turned your head to look back at him, globs of tears streaming down your cheeks, “Ple-ease Steve, stop.” 

He lifted the belt again, but you put your arm back to stop him, “Please stop,” you begged meekly, “I’m sorry, please. Please st-st-stop.” 

He looked at you and dropped the belt to the ground with a hard thud. 

“You’re sorry, hm?” he said, taking a step closer to you, “You’re sorry?” 

“Yes,” you rasped out quietly. 

“Speak up, baby, I can’t hear you,” he said, pulling you up from the arm you put out to stop him. Your back was against him, you could fell his erection up against your ass and gulped. 

“Yes, I’m sorry,” you choked out. 

He sheathed into you without warning and it burned. He knew it would, he knew you weren’t wet anymore. You were shaking and scared of him and it drove him insane. 

“Love when you cry for me, princess,” he said in your ear, “Fuck, I love when you cry.”

He put one arm around your chest to keep you up while he fucked you and the other fixed on your jaw so you were in the same eye line as Eddie. The slap of his skin against your beaten ass and thighs made you dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm, you were inconsolable. But to your surprised, you started to get slick around his cock, cursing yourself for your body betraying you so quickly.

You choked out a moan, your nipples peaking against his arm. 

“Oh yesss,” he growled, his lips lingering against your temple, “Who’s your Daddy now, huh?” 

“Mm,” was all you were able to choke out. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and shame. 

“Who’s your daddy, you fuckin’ whore,” he asked again.

“You are,” you squeaked out, sobs wracking you as Eddie looked on in horror. 

“Come on, say it all the way, look at Ed when you say it. Who’s your daddy now, baby?” he grinned wickedly, pressing his cheek against yours, keeping eye contact with Eddie. 

“You’re my Daddy,” you cried out, looking right at Eddie while he railed you, “You’re my Daddy, Steve.” 

You felt warmth pool inside of you, hot and stinging, and his thrusts came to a stop. He shoved you forward on the bed and issued a hard final smack on your ass. 

“That’s fuckin’ right,” he muttered darkly. You felt his cum drip out of you as you climbed onto the mattress, crying and empty. You felt used and dirty, it had been a long time since you felt like this after sex. Steve was always so quick to praise you, even half way through, even close to the end. 

Eddie got up, “Go cool off, dude, get out.” 

“I’m good,” Steve said, lacing his fingers over his forehead, his elbows sticking out to the side. He took a deep breath, “I’m good.” 

“You’re not good,” Eddie said in a measured tone, ushering him towards the bedroom door. He picked up Steve’s pants and shirt on the way, tossing them out into the hall. Shoving Steve in the chest out with them. 

“Go take a walk, man,” he said, “Come back whenever you’re done with, whatever the fuck this is.” He gestured at Steve’s whole being, and shut the door in his face, clicking the lock. A muffled ‘Fuck!’ rang through the hallway, and the sound of glass breaking crashed a few minutes later. 

Things were blurry, you felt exhausted. Tremors of your body protecting itself from the pain inside and outside shook you. Your cheek was squished against the mattress. You felt the bed shift as a now clothed Eddie appeared next to you, you shimmied your head onto his lap. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said, “I need you to be honest – are you with me right now?” 

You nodded, trying to steady your breathing. You felt his warm hand on your back, sliding up and down the slope of your spine. 

“Do you need me to let you just lay down for a little before I take care of you?” Ed’s gentle tone made you want to cry again, but you held it in, just nodding yes to his question. 

“We’re gonna have to have a biiiig talk about boundaries, later,” Eddie said to himself out loud, “Steve needs some fucking therapy, man.” 

[ghosttotheparty]

stars and sand and leaves, pt II

also on ao3 // part I // part III

Mike bullies Nancy into doing something about Robin after she tells him she doubts anything will change if he tells Will.

"He's your best friend, Mike, you've been through shit. You having a crush isn't going to make him hate you."

"You don't know that. Also you can't say that and then refuse to tell Robin, you know she won't hate you."

She sighs heavily.

"But she..."

"Don't argue with me."

"God, you're annoying. You know, sometimes I wish Mom and Dad never found you in that dumpster."

He sticks his tongue out at her.

She doesn't know what to do about it. She could tell her. But she doesn't know how. Or what Robin would say. She'd probably go off on a tangent about what a good friend Nancy is.

So the next week Nancy goes to Steve's. Because he knows Robin better than Nancy does, and because Nancy finally believes the whole Platonic with a capital P spiel. (It took a while for her to believe it., especially how oddly intimate Robin and Steve's relationship seems to be, but after seeing Robin bite Steve's finger while he was making fun of her for something and hearing him yell that she's a whore, she believes it. They bicker like Nancy bickers with Mike, like Erica bickers with Lucas.)

It's evening time, but Steve's car is in his driveway, and Nancy is close to tears as she approaches the front door and knocks. She's wiping her face when it opens, and Steve appears, his hair rumpled, shirt wrinkled, and before Nancy can apologize for waking him up, he's pulling her inside and touching her cheek and asking what's wrong.

"I just-- I have to..."

"Deep breath, Nance, it's okay." He pulls her into the kitchen, and she hugs him tightly, a low sob wracking her shoulders. He sets a hand on her head, whispering that she's okay, and as soon as she's breathing properly, he's pulling back to look at her. "Did something happen? Is everything okay?"

"No," she says, her breath catching in her throat. "I mean-- Yes, it's-- Everything's fine, I'm just..."

He nods and gently lifts her onto the counter. She'd forgotten he can do that. They're at eye level now, and it somehow makes everything worse and better at the same time. He's looking at her so gently, so tenderly, and he waits for her to speak, carefully wiping her cheeks.

"What's going on?" a voice says from the doorway, and she startles, but Steve just turns to look over his shoulder. Her vision is still blurred, but she recognizes Eddie as he comes inside, his hair tied up, wearing a dark blue hoodie that Nancy knows is Steve's.

Oh.

Eddie comes up close, reaching to tuck Nancy's hair back carefully, his eyes shining with concern, and Steve steps aside easily, glancing at him. And Nancy remembers how quickly Eddie noticed that Mike likes Will, and how he seemed to know exactly what he was feeling, and she realises that Steve's hair isn't messed up because he was napping.

Her face crumbles as a fresh wave of tears floods her eyes, and Eddie shushes her softly, holding her cheek and leaning up so she can lay her head on his shoulder as she cries.

"Hey, we got you," he says gently, and his voice is so soft that she feels like she can breathe. "What happened, Nance?"

"I..."

She sits up straight, looks down at her lap, takes a slow, deep breath, and she closes her eyes. Steve is holding one of her hands, and Eddie's hand is on her leg, gently squeezing.

"I have a crush on Robin and I don't know what to do with myself."

She looks up at them. They're both staring at her, wide-eyed, and she squeezes her eyes shut, swaying when Steve tugs her into a hug.

"That's okay," he says lightly. Eddie is running his hand up and down her back, and Steve's arms are strong around her, and Nancy lets herself melt, crying and crying and crying even though she thought she ran out of tears that night Mike came to her room. She wonders if she'll ever run out of tears.

When she finally stops crying, there's a wet patch on Steve's shirt, and she apologizes weakly. He tells her to shut up. She laughs wetly, trying to wipe her face, but Eddie takes her hand and does it himself, now holding some tissues he must have gotten while she cried.

“You should tell her,” Steve says while Eddie wipes her face. She cuts a glare at him.

“No.”

He takes a deep breath, looking at her, and she shakes her head.

“I can’t do that, I can’t… I can’t ruin, like, what I have with her, she’s— she’s my friend.”

Eddie sighs, touching her cheek, and she takes the tissue, wiping her nose. Eddie and Steve look at each other and Nancy can’t read what they’re saying to each other.

“Mike wants me to tell her, too,” she says quietly, sniffling.

“You told Mike?” Eddie asks, and Nancy nods, looking at him. He’s looking in her eyes, searching.

“He told me,” she tells him. “Like… right after I told him. I know.”

He nods, smiling softly while Steve looks back and forth between them, confused.

“What is it?” he asks.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, sweetheart,” Eddie says lightly, and Steve’s cheeks flush pink as Nancy smiles. She squeezes Steve's hand and falls against Eddie again, sighing and closing her eyes.

"I, uhm. I have ice cream in the freezer," Steve says, his voice tilting up like he's asking a question. "Strawberry. If you want some."

She smiles, her eyes burning again.

"Yeah. That sounds nice."

Steve sits between them on the sofa, their legs all tangled, and she falls asleep on his shoulder as they watch a movie.

Nancy's birthday is the day before graduation. Everyone, especially Robin and Eddie, pesters her about what she's doing to celebrate in the days beforehand, but she insists she doesn't need to celebrate. (She has dinner with her family. Her mom (and dad, though he seems just as surprised by the gifts as Nancy) gives her some new eyeshadows and a pink desk lamp to take to college. Holly gives her a drawing of some flowers. Mike surprises her with a small bouquet of wildflowers.

Steve plans the graduation party for Nancy, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle. Nancy tells him to let her know if he needs her to bring anything, and he says he will, but the day after graduation, he still hasn't called except to make sure she's coming.

She shows up at his house a few minutes before the time he gave her, but he doesn't seem surprised. Eddie's van is in the driveway, along with Argyle's pizza van and the kids' bikes.

"Is everyone already here?" she asks when she comes in, kicking off her shoes by the door. Steve shuts the door behind her. He's grinning.

"Yeah, they're all out back by the pool."

She pauses, looking up at him. He's avoided the pool since everything at Lovers' Lake. And he's avoided the quarry. And bathtubs.

"You okay with it?"

"Uh, yeah," he says, leading her down the hall to the kitchen. She can hear music playing from outside, something by the Clash, she thinks. "Eddie's been helping me desensitize."

She hums.

"I bet he has."

"Shut up."

She grins. She's still teasing him when they get to the sliding glass doors, and she's startled, bombarded by voices shouting at her.

Steve grins and turns to look at her as her eyes find a banner that's strung up on part of the house, hand-painted and colourful and glittering in the sun.

Happy birthday, Nancy!

The words are surrounded by painted flowers and hearts, and her chest feels tight as she looks at them. Her eyes scan the pool, looking at all the kids' bright smiles, listening to their laughter as she stammers out a, "Wha--"

"Are you serious?" she says to Steve, raising her eyebrows as he grins at her, shrugging.

"It was Robin's idea."

Nancy blinks at him, and he smiles knowingly, tilting his head as he heads back toward where Eddie is lounging on a lawn chair, walking backwards. Nancy scans the pool again, and this time her eyes find Robin, sitting on the edge of the pool and beaming at her.

Her hair is wet, and she's wearing a purple bikini top with some orange swim trunks that Nancy suspects she stole from Steve. Her shoulders and back and glistening with water, sparkling in the sunlight, and Nancy's skin feels like it's too tight as she gazes at her. Robin gets up after a moment, giggling as she comes closer to Nancy, and she's wiggling her arms and dancing in a silly way that makes Nancy scoff.

"Happy birthday," Robin sings.

Nancy hugs her.

She doesn't care that her clothes are getting wet (she's wearing a swimsuit underneath anyway), and she doesn't care that Robin's wet hair is cold on Nancy's neck, and she doesn't care that Steve and Eddie and Mike are all probably watching, knowing exactly what's happening in her head right now. She doesn't care. Because Robin is laughing and hugging her back, swaying with her.

And then after a moment Robin says she wants to throw Nancy into the pool, and Nancy jumps back, pushing her away as Robin cackles.

"Don't you dare," Nancy says, trying not to laugh. "I'll get in myself, thank you."

Robin goes back to the pool, laughing, and Nancy watches her go, her eyes skimming over the freckles on her back, the way a drop of water slides down the divot of her spine, the way her hips move as she walks.

Mike calls her name, and she startles, finding him in the pool, arms up on the ground, watching her with raised eyebrows. His hair is soaked, plastered across his forehead. She flips him off.

The sun is hot. The pool water is cold. Steve sits on the edge of the pool, his feet in the water, and Eddie stays with him for a few minutes, helping him get used to it and breathe. Then Nancy sits next to him while they watch Eddie play chicken with the others, Mike up on his shoulders, Will up on Argyle's. Eleven has a new swimsuit. It's pink. Erica's is pink too, ruffly and sparkly. Max is wearing one of Lucas's t-shirts and a pair of shorts, and she can't stop smiling as Lucas leads her around the water, careful not to take her too deep.

Nancy sits on a lawn chair after a while, as Steve is standing in the shallow end of the water, leaning against the wall with Eddie. She's pretty sure they're holding hands. The boys are all splashing around, laughing and giggling and bickering and being children. Finally. Eleven and Erica and Max are doing Argyle's hair, braiding it while Jonathan laughs, feeding Argyle pieces of watermelon that Steve prepared earlier.

Robin sits next to Nancy. Their legs almost touch. She doesn't say anything for a while, just sitting with her and watching the others. Nancy looks at her. Her shoulders are probably going to be sunburned. They're pink. Her freckles are bold on her skin, and the purple of her top and the sunlight makes her skin look even more golden than it usually looks.

She looks away before Robin can notice her staring.

"You having fun?" Robin asks after a while.

"I am."

Robin looks at her, smiling. She leans closer, knocking their shoulders together. Her skin is hot.

"Happy birthday, Nance," she says softly.

Nancy's cheeks are warm. She blames summertime.

"Thanks, Robbie."

Robin blinks at her, caught off guard by the nickname, but she just smiles more, looking away again before she yells Steve's name. Steve turns to look at her, his eyes meeting Nancy's for a second. Eddie follows his gaze, and he grins.

"What?"

"Can we do gifts?"

They do cake first. Robin sits next to Nancy, and Jonathan goes inside to get his camera to take photos. He takes too many. While Eddie is lighting the candles of the cake (which reads congrats, you're old now; Nancy suspects Mike had something to do with it), while everyone is singing, their voices off-key and discordant and beautiful, while Nancy is blowing the candles out, while everyone is clapping for her.

She doesn't remember the last time she blew birthday candles out. She might have been twelve or thirteen.

Everyone eats the cake while she opens the gifts.

Dustin and Max got her a nice perfume with help from Dustin's mom, and Lucas and Erica teamed up to get her a blouse. It's white and collared with pearly blue buttons. Nancy loves it.

Eleven has a necklace from her, silver with a little N charm, which Nancy puts on right away. Eddie got her some cat-eye sunglasses, and she bursts into laughter when she opens the case. They're black and sleek, and he insists she's fucking cool and needs to complete the vibe. Jonathan has a framed photo of her and Holly that he took before leaving for California. They're looking at each other, and Nancy's nose is scrunched, and Holly is giggling with her tongue sticking out. The frame is wood, painted with small daises.

Argyle gives Nancy a small gift bag with tissue paper, and it feels oddly light as she looks into it, pushing aside the tissue paper.

"Oh my god."

Jonathan starts cackling as Argyle grins, and the others all ask what it is as Nancy suppresses a smile, staring at Argyle.

"Nance," Robin calls. "Show us."

She reaches into the bag and pulls out one of the carefully, impeccably rolled joints. Robin bursts into laughter and Steve covers Erica's eyes to be annoying, and Lucas whispers to Max what is it, grinning.

"Nancy doesn't smoke," Mike says, and Nancy just looks at him blankly before looking away, wide-eyed as she puts the joint back. "What?"

"Thanks, Argyle," she says, ignoring him.

"You're welcome, my friend."

Steve gives her a stuffed rabbit. It's soft and has floppy ears, and Nancy beams at it.

Robin gives a copy of Anna Karenina. The spine is worn and the edges of the pages are a little frayed, and it looks loved. There's an inscription in Robin's handwriting (pretty) that reads this is one of my favorite books and i thought you might like it and then happy birthday with a small smiley face and a heart that makes Nancy want to squeal. She leans over and knocks their shoulders together again to thank her.

"Uhm, this is from Mike and me," Will says nervously, handing Nancy and rectangular gift. It's carefully wrapped with a bow on it. Nancy takes it, smiling, looking at Mike with a raised eyebrow, because he's already giving couples' gifts and he's not even with Will. (As far as Nancy knows. But she knows Mike would tell her.) "It was a commission," Will explains, misunderstanding Nancy's look at Mike as Mike makes a face at her. "Kind of?"

"It's cool, Will," she says lightly. She opens it carefully, almost nervously, and Robin takes the wrapping paper from her as she turns it over in her hands.

It's a framed painting, the frame simple dark wood.

The painting is of a beach, the water dark blue and reflecting the moon that hangs above it. Nancy stares at it, her eyes tracing the waves of the water, the specks in the sand, and then she notices the sky. Dark and full of stars, constellations connected with thin, barely noticeable lines. And then she sees the leaves. Small, blowing in invisible wind across the scene.

She looks up at Mike, her throat tightening.

Everyone is quiet, waiting for a reaction.

"You're always saying it," Mike says quietly. "To Holly and me. I just... You too."

Her lip quivers, and her eyes sting, so she squeezes them shut, looking away. Robin says her name softly next to her, but Nancy can't speak as a tear falls down her cheek, and then someone is taking the painting from her hands, and Mike is hugging her tightly, kneeling on the ground in front of her. He's wearing a t-shirt, and it's damp from pool water, but warm, and she hugs him back, laughing softly even as she cries.

"You have no right to make me cry on my birthday," she says tearfully into his shoulder, and he scoffs.

"It's not even your birthday anymore, asshole." He squeezes her, and she sniffles, wiping her cheek on his shoulder before he pulls away with an annoyed ugh. "Also you're sharing that weed."

"You're hilarious, Mike." She looks up at Will when Mike steps back. "It's beautiful, Will, thank you."

"Do I get a hug too?"

"C'mere."

They all stay outside until the sun goes down, and then they go inside, where the kids fall asleep on the floor of Steve's living room in a pile of wet hair and sunburns and chlorine. Will's head is on Mike's shoulder.

Nancy and the others go to Steve's room while Steve calls the kids' parents to let them know they're spending the night. She and Robin borrow sweaters from Steve's closet and they change in the bathroom, and Steve brings the towels to dry their hair while Eddie follows him downstairs. Argyle and Jonathan lay on the floor, stretching their backs and giggling.

Nancy watches Robin scrub her hair dry with the towel. She's humming to herself, one of the songs that was playing earlier that must be stuck in her head, and she's swaying. She's wearing a pair of Steve's boxers as shorts now, and Nancy's eyes linger on her long legs. Robin finally stops scrubbing her hair, turning to hang it up on the door of Steve's wardrobe, and her eyes meet Nancy's. Nancy's cheeks flush with heat, and Robin grins. Her hair is frizzy and in her face, and Nancy reaches out and carefully moves it out of the way.

Robin exhales, her eyes flicking back and forth between Nancy's before they skim across her face. Nancy might be dying.

She should say something, probably. But when she opens her mouth to speak, her mind goes blank and nothing comes out but a quiet, "Uhm."

Robin stares back at her, and Nancy stops breathing. She forgets Jonathan and Argyle are there on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and smiling.

"You okay?" Robin asks softly.

"Yeah," Nancy breathes.

Robin smiles.

“You have a good birthday?”

Nancy nods.

“…Thank you,” she says after a moment. “Steve… said it was your idea.”

Robin’s cheeks turn pink, and she shrugs almost bashfully.

“…You deserved something special.”

Nancy looks away, suppressing a smile as her stomach flutters. Eddie and Steve come back a minute later, carrying an air mattress together, and Eddie looks at the girls when they come in, raising a subtle eyebrow at Nancy when he sees her blushing cheeks. Argyle and Jonathan move out of the way for the mattress but promptly fall asleep on the floor as Eddie is blowing it up. Steve picks up Jonathan's camera from where it's set on top of his dresser and snaps a photo of them, their legs tangled, Jonathan's arm across Argyle's waist, Argyle's hair tangled in their faces. Steve is smiling.

Eddie and Steve sleep on Steve's bed. Nancy catches Eddie slipping his hand up under Steve's shirt as Steve is shifting in bed, and she suppresses a grin as Steve inhales sharply and hits his arm. Eddie snickers. His hands must be cold.

"Hey," Robin whispers when they're in bed, covered in fluffy blankets Robin snatched from Steve's bed. It's dark except for the bathroom light, sneaking through the door that's hanging ajar. Eddie is snoring. Argyle and Jonathan haven't moved, even when Nancy carefully covered them with a blanket.

"Hey."

"You okay?"

Nancy smiles at the ceiling.

"I'm okay. You?"

"Mhmm."

Robin is quiet for a moment.

"That painting that Will and Mike gave you... Is it, like, some special beach or something?"

"No, it's... I say this thing to Mike and Holly that I... I love them more than all the stars and sand and leaves. It's just..." She pauses, then rolls a little bit to look at Robin, who's already looking at her, her hands tucked under her chin, eyes shining as she listens. "My parents weren't super affectionate when I was a kid," Nancy says. "They're more affectionate now-- or at least my mom is. My dad... Anyway."

Robin is frowning.

"I always heard kids' parents telling them they loved them and I kind of just... missed it. And then they told me they were having Mike and I decided I was gonna make sure he always knew he was loved, and I just ranted to him one day that I loved him more than all the stars in the universe," she says, and she knows she rambling now, keeping her voice to a soft whisper so she doesn't bother the boys, but Robin is listening to her. "And he was all that's so much! so I added all the grains of sand and all the leaves in the world too."

She takes a breath, lifting an arm to bend it under her head.

"And so I kept telling Holly the same thing," she says. "And I tell her every day. Especially when everything was going on with the Upside Down, just... just in case. I wanted her to know how much I loved her in case anything went wrong."

She falls quiet, and Robin stares at her, smiling softly.

"You're a good sister," she says finally, her voice quiet. Nancy smiles.

"I try to be," she says. "Mike and I haven't always been close. We're working on it."

"Sometimes I wish I had siblings," Robin says. "But my parents... kinda make me feel like shit. I don't really want them to do that to anyone else, you know?" Nancy nods, frowning, listening. "But sometimes I wonder if, like... If they had another kid, maybe they would be better than me? Like... maybe they'd be normal. And then my parents would be happier."

"Robbie," Nancy says softly. Robin's eyes cut up at her. "Your parents are assholes. No amount of kids would change that."

Robin smiles, shrugging a little bit. Nancy hesitates, trying to find her words.

"...No one's better than you," she whispers. "You're really great, Robin, Even if you can't see it."

Robin's eyes blink at her, and she smiles.

"Thanks, Nance."

The air mattress deflates a little bit through the night. Nancy doesn't notice until she wakes up pressed against Robin, the air mattress dipping under their bodies in a way that makes the rest of it balloon around them like a nest. Robin is still asleep, and her head is on Nancy's shoulder, her hair tickling her neck, and their legs are tangled, and Nancy thinks she might be dying. Robin smells like chlorine from the pool.

She manages to detach them after relearning how to breathe, and when she finally gets out of the bed, somehow without waking Robin, she stands and takes a deep breath, looking at Robin, whose hair is in her face, looking so fucking soft and pretty in the morning light that Nancy aches. She hears a quiet ahem and turns to find Steve and Eddie sitting on Steve's bed, both holding steaming mugs. Steve is grinning, and Eddie has his eyebrows raised.

"Not a word," Nancy says, her cheeks flushing. Eddie mimes a zipper across his lips.

Mike keeps teasing her. That morning, when Robin sleepily leans against Nancy's side as she sips the coffee she took from Steve, Mike catches Nancy's eye and stares intently, wide-eyed and eerie. She flips him off again. When they're alone, he refers to Robin as her girlfriend, but when she calls Will his boyfriend he tries to hit her.

---

It's summertime.

Nancy is going to Emerson in less than two months. She's already packed a bit, and has boxes stacked in her room full of books and clothes and things she wants to take with her. (The pink desk lamp from her mom, Anna Karenina. (Which she's already read. But she keeps opening it up just to look at the little heart Robin doodled on the inside cover.))

Eddie and Steve want her to tell Robin how she feels. The thought of it makes her feel sick.

She's leaving soon. Leaving Hawkins. Leaving her family and the Party and Robin. She's coming back for the holidays, will probably be back in her room by late November, but she knows it won't be the same. Her room will feel oddly empty.

She rolls over in bed, looking across at her phone that's on her bedside table. The light in her room is dim. Steady. Unflickering.

She feels jittery. Like Eddie gets when he hasn't smoked in a while. She taps her fingers, slides her feet across her mattress, tries taking deep breaths, but it doesn't help. She can't stop remembering that she's... leaving.

She's not the only one. Jonathan and Argyle are going to that college in California. No one's mad at them for leaving, obviously, but she can't shake the feeling that she's abandoning the Party. And Holly.

Nancy squeezes her eyes shut, taking a shaky breath.

Robin's face flashes in her mind.

She opens her eyes.

She should know, right? Before Nancy leaves? Probably. But there's also the chance of Nancy just ruining everything before she goes. But if that happens...

Well, she's leaving anyway.

Nancy is sitting up and reaching for the phone before she can talk herself out of it, dialling Robin's number and twisting the chord of the phone around her finger.

The dial rings, and Nancy realises it's almost fucking midnight, and what the fuck is she doing–

"Buckleys."

"Hi," Nancy says, her voice shaking. Robin sounds awake, despite the time.

"...Nance?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Hi," Robin says softly. "What's up?"

"I'm just, uhm..." She pauses, gripping the chord. "Thinking, I guess."

"What about?"

God, Robin is so...

She's acting like this is all normal, like Nancy calls her up every night just to say meaningless things like hi.

"Just..." Nancy trails off, staring at the floor. The chord is so tight around her finger it's cutting off her circulation. Her finger is going numb. She barely notices. "Are you busy?" she asks abruptly, without answering Robin's question.

"Not really," Robin says. "Are you?"

"No," Nancy says softly. "Wanna go for a drive?"

"Yeah," Robin says, and Nancy can hear the smile in her voice. "Pick me up?"

"Yeah, I'll... I'll be there in a few."

"Okay."

Her hands are shaking when they hang up, and she gets up, taking a deep breath before getting up to change. She just puts on some sweatpants and sweater, hesitating to look into the mirror for a second, debating her hair. It's not styled right now, a little frizzy from drying after her shower, fluffy and thick, but she sighs and looks away.

"Where are you going?" her mom asks as she's headed downstairs, grabbing a zip-up hoodie from where it's hanging on he bannister at the bottom of the stairs. Nancy startles, pulling it on, turning to find her in the living room, a book in her lap. One of those cheesy romance novels with a shirtless man on the cover.

"Just... to meet a friend."

"A friend," Karen repeats, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

"Robin," Nancy says. "We're just going to hang out."

"It's almost midnight," Karens says, glancing at her watch, and Nancy sighs, shifting on her feet.

"I know, just... I'm leaving soon. I don't know when I'm gonna see her again."

Karen stares at her, her gaze softening, and she smiles in that way that she always does. Sweet.

"Alright," she cedes. "Be safe."

"Always," Nancy says, as though she doesn't have a sawed-off shotgun on the top shelf of her closet. (She's still debating taking it with her when she leaves.) She steps close, pecking Karen's forehead lightly. "Love you, Mommy."

"Love you, too, sweetie."

Robin is outside her house when Nancy arrives, leaning against the wooden beam on her front porch. She beams when Nancy pulls into the empty driveway and hops down the stairs. She's wearing a pair of shorts and a loose button-down that looks silky smooth. Nancy wants to touch it.

"Where are your parents?" she asks as Robin is sliding into the passenger seat. Robin shrugs, pulling a leg up onto her seat. She's wearing fluffy socks.

"Don't know," she says lightly. "Steve and I joke that our parents hang out together."

Nancy laughs lightly.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know," Nancy confesses. "I didn't really think this far ahead."

Robin looks at her. The streetlights outside light her up in silver. She looks bare without her jewellery.

"Are you okay?" Robin asks gently. Nancy hesitates.

"Yeah, I just..."

Robin looks at her like she knows. But she doesn't know.

"Let's drive," she says lightly.

They drive.

Robin plays with the radio as Nancy drives, but after a while the static gets annoying, and she opens Nancy's glove compartment, looking for tapes. Nancy lets her.

The volume is low, the music a little too cheerful for the way Nancy's stomach is twisting, but Robin is humming with it, looking out the window as the world goes by, and Nancy doesn't mind.

Nancy doesn't know where she's going, exactly, just following the road, going where it takes her.

After a while they end up at the quarry, parked up high where they can see the water, glistening and reflecting the moon and stars. It reminds Nancy of Will's painting for a moment.

They're both quiet for a few moments, just watching the water and listening to the music, and then Robin says in a quiet voice, "Do you wanna talk?"

Nancy hesitates, shrugging.

"I just... I don't know." She sighs, letting her head fall back against the headrest of her seat, and Robin unbuckles her seatbelt, shifting in her seat to face her. "I'm leaving soon and I... I don't know. I kind of feel like I'm abandoning you guys. Hawkins."

"Yeah," Robin says lightly, leaning closer. "Don't know what we'll do without Nancy Wheeler."

Nancy suppresses a smile, glancing at her. Her stomach is fluttering. She might be sick.

"It's gonna be fine, Nance," Robin says. "We're gonna miss you, obviously, but... we can't all stick around here forever."

Nancy nods at her lap, her fingers twisting.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Hm?"

"I just... I haven't heard you say anything about, uhm. College."

"I'm taking a gap year," she says. "Sticking around with Stevie for a while and then I'm thinking about going to a college in Indy."

Indianapolis. It's close.

Nancy nods.

"...I think I'm nervous," she says finally, after a moment of silence. "It's just that Hawkins is... all I've ever known, you know? And now I'm... going to Boston, and it feels like it's just supposed to be this-- this thing, but I don't..." She sighs heavily, closing her eyes, and Robin's hand takes hers, holding it and rubbing her knuckles gently, comfortingly. "You're like... my only friend. Except the guys, but they... I just-- I just don't know how to make friends? But I also don't know how to be by myself. And it feels so insane that I've been fighting for so long, I've been-- I've been fighting monsters and going into an alternate dimension, and now I'm just supposed to... move on."

Robin squeezes her hand.

She's quiet for a moment, and then she squeezes again, tugging lightly to make Nancy look up at her. She does. Robin is looking at her intently, her eyes shining.

"You're way too hard on yourself," Robin says softly. Nancy looks away, exhaling, but Robin squeezes again. "I'm serious," she says adamantly. "You're Nancy fucking Wheeler, you-- you saved the fucking world with a sawed-off shotgun, and you still managed to pass all your classes with straight As. Come on, Nance."

Nancy suppresses a smile, looking down at their hands. Robin's fingers are twisted around hers, and her thumb is brushing over her knuckles.

"It's not an easy thing to just move on from," Robin adds. "Saving the world and stuff. But you... You can do anything." She's talking so softly, and her hand is so gentle in Nancy's, and Nancy is fucking in love. She pulls her hand away from Robin's, overwhelmed, and her voice shakes as she says, "Robbie?"

"Yeah?" Robin draws her hand back to her lap.

"Uhm. I have to tell you something."

"Okay," Robin says. "What is it?"

"I..." Nancy exhales shakily. She looks out at the water, taking a deep, careful breath. She can feel Robin's eyes on her. It feels like the world is ending again. "I-- I really like you."

"...What?"

"I--" Nancy looks up at her, panicking. Robin's eyes are wide, her lips parted. "I have-- I have a crush on you. And I-- I know it's weird, and I shouldn't and you don't... feel the same, but I'm leaving really soon and I wanted you to know, and I've spent months ranting to Mike about how beautiful and funny and smart and cool you are, and he thinks I should tell you, and Eddie and Steve said I should tell you, and I just can't keep inside anymore, Robin, I like you so much."

There are tears on her cheeks when she finally shuts up, and Robin's eyes are glistening in the moonlight.

"You told Steve?" she asks in a small voice. Nancy nods, sending more tears out of her eyes. Her hands are shaking. "God, he..." Robin lowers her head for a moment before she looks out over the water, blinking, talking so softly it's like she's talking to herself. "Of course he wouldn't out me, Jesus, but he..."

Nancy blinks, her breath catching in her throat.

"Why didn't he just tell you I'm queer," Robin says, hiding her face in her hands and groaning a quiet, "Oh my god."

"What?" Nancy finally manages to say, her voice thin. Robin lowers her hands, her cheeks flushing darker.

"I'm a lesbian," she says, smiling awkwardly. "Like a big... raging lesbian. I love women. And I love you specif--"

She cuts short, her eyes widening, and the ground falls out beneath Nancy like she's just taken a flying leap over the cliff in front of them, but she can't react before Robin is hiding her face again and turning away and mumbling, "Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god--"

"What?" Nancy says again, a tear falling as she smiles, reaching to pull at Robin's hands. "What did you say?"

Robin drops her hands, and her face is red, even in the grey light of the moon, and she's crying, and Nancy can't stop herself from reaching out to wipe her tears.

"I really like you too," Robin says weakly, her eyes fluttering.

"You're not fucking with me, right?" Nancy says, still touching her face. "Because if you are, this really isn't funny."

"I'm not, I promise," Robin says. "I've been driving Steve and Eddie insane talking about you, they kept telling me to make a move and I thought they were just being good friends, but if they knew about you too, it..."

Nancy laughs wetly, and Robin reaches up to wipe fresh tears off her cheeks carefully.

"Holy shit," Nancy breathes.

"Yeah," Robin says. "Holy shit."

Nancy laughs again, closing her eyes, reaching down to unbuckle her seatbelt, and she reaches up to pull Robin close, so they're leaning over the center console. Their foreheads press, and Robin exhales shakily.

"This is the craziest thing that's ever happened to me," she says quietly.

Nancy giggles.

"Crazier than Vecna?"

"Jesus. Yeah."

Nancy is smiling.

They breathe together. Nancy can almost hear Robin's heartbeat, harmonizing with the water lapping at the cliff like a song.

"Robbie," she breathes.

"Yeah," Robin whispers, smiling. She's still holding Nancy's face, her thumbs brushing over her cheeks.

"Can I kiss you?"

Robin exhales sharply, her hands tightening on Nancy's cheeks, and she's nodding, her forehead bumping against Nancy's.

"Yes," she says. "If you-- If you want to, yes, I'd like that."

Nancy smiles.

"Okay."

She sighs, brushing their noses together, and Robin's hands are trembling against her.

"Holy shit," Robin breathes. Nancy isn't sure she even notices herself saying it, but Nancy is smiling when their lips press, and Robin leans even closer, her arms wrapping around her neck.

Nancy squeezes her eyes shut, sliding a hand to hold the back of Robin's head, her fingers threading into her hair, and Robin lets out a soft noise, a quiet whimper from the back of her throat, that lights Nancy on fire. Every nerve in her body is singing at her, and she suddenly understands the whole fireworks thing. That's exactly it.

She pulls away to tilt her head, and Robin hums softly, shifting to hold Nancy's face again, clutching at her as they kiss again, as Nancy tugs at her lower lip gently. Robin moves so she's almost kneeling in her seat, and Nancy's head tilts up.

"Fuck," Robin gasps when they part, and Nancy grins, sliding a hand to hold her wrist. It's warm, and her fingertips slip beneath her sleeve. Robin kisses her again, suddenly desperate, sliding her tongue against the seam of Nancy's lips, and Nancy fucking whines, opening her mouth for her. "I've never done this before," Robin says breathlessly between kisses, and Nancy giggles, reaching up to hold her face and pulling her into another kiss.

"You're doing really well," she murmurs against her lips.

Robin whimpers.

"Okay," she says weakly.

Nancy grins at her, gazing for a moment. Robin's eyes are shining, her cheeks flushed, her hair tousled from Nancy's hands, and something settles in Nancy's chest. Falling into place.

She kisses her again, desperately, messily, and Robin groans softly. Her hands are soft as they run through Nancy's hair, as they run down her neck and hold onto her shoulders, and Nancy is shivering and trembling, and Robin's mouth is warm and wet and her hair is soft, and oh.

This is so different from anything she's ever had before. It's nothing like Steve or Jonathan, and they were good to her, kind and gentle, but Robin is...

Everything Nancy didn't know she wanted.

Robin pulls away and starts kissing down Nancy's neck, and Nancy keens, squeezing her eyes shut and pushing a hand into Robin's hair, breathing hard as Robin's teeth graze her skin.

"Robbie," Nancy gasps, her fingers tightening in her hair, and Robin hums without pulling away from her neck. She's lingering on a spot just under her earlobe, and Nancy is shivering, listening to Robin's tongue on her skin. "Do you-- Do you wanna get in the backseat?"

Robin's lips curve into a smile against Nancy's neck.

"Yeah."

Robin clambers into the backseat clumsily, and Nancy watches, gazing, staring at her legs, before she follows. She takes a breath when she's sitting in the backseat, adjusting her shirt so it isn't too tight around her neck. Robin watches her. They're quiet for a moment, just breathing heavily, until Nancy holds her hand out.

Robin slides her hand into Nancy's smoothly and leans forward, smiling, until their mouths suddenly crash together, and Nancy gasps as Robin's tongue slides slickly into her mouth. Nancy tugs at her hand again, pulling her closer until she can slide her hands over her waist.

She's so soft. Nancy's fingers tighten, squeezing, and Robin huffs, moving closer in the dark and feeling Nancy to find her so she can swing a leg over her lap. She's heavy and firm on top of Nancy's legs and her breath is on Nancy's face, her fingers in her hair, and Nancy is surrounded by her. She lets out a groan, reaching a hand up to hold the back of her head.

"Shit, Nancy," Robin breathes. Nancy hums softly, nibbling on her lip.

Robin's arms wrap around Nancy's neck, pulling her so close that their chests press together, and Nancy exhales, gripping her waist tightly. The fabric of her shirt is thin, and she can feel the heat of her skin under it, and she suddenly, desperately needs it gone.

"Can I--" Nancy pulls back with a gasp, looking at her. Her eyes are almost shut, and her lips are slick, shining like she's wearing lipstick. "Can I take your shirt off?"

Robin beams and her shoulders hunch, and she nods.

"God, you're gorgeous," Nancy breathes. Robin looks down at her, tilting her head.

"You really think so?"

"Fuck, yeah. You're stunning, Robbie."

Robin's gaze softens even more.

"I like it when you can me that," she says softly, almost whispering. Nancy smiles, leaning up to kiss her.

Her hands slide over the smooth fabric of the shirt, over her waist and belly and chest, carefully squeezing, and she listens to Robin's soft breaths as she reaches for the top button, pulling her lips away to kiss her chin.

She unbuttons the shirt slowly, carefully, pressing equally slow kisses over Robin's neck. Robin's hands find Nancy's hair, running through it gently, untangling snags. Nancy listens to her breathing.

The top of the shirt falls open, and Nancy ducks her head down, kissing across Robin's collarbones, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her throat. Robin hums quietly, her fingertips scratching Nancy's scalp lightly as Nancy undoes the next buttons.

When the buttons are all undone, Nancy pushes the shirt open and sighs, leaning in and kissing over where Robin's heart is beating beneath her freckled skin. Robin lets go of Nancy's hair and leans back a little bit, pulling the shirt off her arms and setting it aside as Nancy gazes at her.

"Can I..."

"Anything," Robin says, almost interrupting, nodding. "You can do anything. Please."

Nancy smiles, sliding a hand over her waist, and she tilts her head up, silently asking for a kiss that Robin delivers with a grin as Nancy reaches to her chest. Robin hums softly as Nancy's fingers tighten.

Robin's hums get more breathy as Nancy presses kisses across her collarbones again, over her heart and to each of the freckles that are scattered across her breasts.

"Nancy," Robin gasps as Nancy is sliding her thumbs over her nipples carefully. "I need..."

"Anything," Nancy breathes. Her heart is pounding in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins even as they whisper and slide their hands over each other slowly, even in the silence of the night. "What do you need, baby?"

Robin whines, squeezing her eyes shut and furrowing her brows, and Nancy kisses her neck again, whispering a quiet, "What do you need?"

Her hips jerk against Nancy's, and she lets out a broken whimper as Nancy swears under her breath.

"I need-- I need more," she says brokenly. "I'm so..."

"Fuck. Fuck, shit, use my leg," Nancy says. Her hands are shaking. Robin is grinding on her lap, and her skin is soft and smooth and spotted with the fucking stars, and Nancy needs it all.

Robin makes a soft, confused noise, and Nancy lifts her hips to grind against her.

"My-- My thigh," she says, choking on her own voice as desperation builds in her chest. "Ride my thigh."

"Fuck, Nancy." Robin looks down, shifting in Nancy's lap, and Nancy releases her to pull her hoodie off, tossing it aside so hard the zipper hits the window on the other side of the car, but neither of them cares. Robin tugs at Nancy's shirt as she's settling again, sitting atop Nancy's thigh with her own leg between Nancy's. Nancy leans forward, pressing a messy kiss to Robin's chest as she pulls the hem of her shirt up over her head, mussing her hair.

They're both panting, desperate, and Robin kisses Nancy so hard their teeth clash painfully, but Nancy just lets out a soft moan, shivering as Robin's hands slide over her arms and her chest, catching on the fabric of her bra and tugging at it.

"Jesus," Robin says, sounding exasperated, and Nancy looks up at her, blinking blearily. She's looking at Nancy's chest, at the bra, and Nancy's face flushes with heat as she remembers that it's The Bra. "Are you trying to kill me?"

Nancy giggles, squeezing her eyes shut, and Robin lets out a strained breath, grinding down on Nancy's thigh.

"Take it off," she says. "Please, Nance, please, I'm..."

Nancy huffs out a breath, leaning forward and reaching behind herself to undo the clasp, but the space is too small, and she can't reach it, and she lets out a frustrated groan. Robin laughs, snorting, and Nancy huffs again, falling forward so her forehead rests on Robin's shoulder.

"Can I help?" Robin asks quietly, amusement audible in her voice, and Nancy nods against her, wrapping her arms around her waist. She lets out a strained exhale as Robin pulls her closer, her breasts pressing to Nancy's, as her fingers slip over her spine and undo the clasp of the bra. She rubs the spot on her back where the clasp was.

They part to get the bra out of the way, and then Robin is groaning, and she's riding Nancy's thigh in earnest, her shorts ridden up her legs, and if Nancy were just a little less desperate than she is right now she would stop her to make her take them off. But she can't, listening to Robin's panting breaths, to her whimpers that seem to be coming straight from her chest.

"Fuck, I'm-- I'm sorry," Nancy says weakly, grabbing at Robin's hip and pulling. "I didn't tell you sooner." Her eyes are stinging, her vision blurring as she watches Robin move.

"Don't be," Robin says breathlessly. She's holding Nancy's shoulders, and the air between them is hot now. "I-- I should have told you too, or-- or Steve should have just told us, fuck--"

"Don't talk about Steve while we're having sex," Nancy says, laughing as Robin snorts and buries her face in Nancy's neck. "Fuck, you're so-- you're so perfect, Robin, oh my god."

She slides her hands to Robin's legs, sliding over her thighs and slipping under the hem of her shorts before she reaches around to her ass and squeezes. Robin whimpers.

"You're..." Nancy closes her eyes, focusing on the feeling of Robin'ss chest on hers, of their skin pressing, becoming tacky with each other's sweat. "You're doing so good, baby."

"Nancy," Robin chokes, her hips stuttering. Nancy can feel her heat through her sweatpants. She kind of wants to feel it on her face. (Maybe later, if Robin wants.) "Fuck, please, I'm--"

Nancy desperately reaches a hand between them, sliding it under Robin's hips, and Robin helps, sitting up for a second before sitting back down on her hand, and Nancy groans, biting her lip. Even through Robin's shorts, she can feel how wet she is, and she's so hot, and Robin reaches to hold her wrist in place as she grinds against her fingers. Robin is whining, whimpering and panting and moaning, and her knee is pressing against Nancy, who breathes Robin's name weakly.

She can feel Robin's whole body trembling when she comes, and she reaches her peak not long after, her face buried in Robin's shoulder, throat dry and voice hoarse from panting and moaning. They wrap their arms around each other as they come down, still breathing hard. It feels like the heat in the car is on, but Nancy doesn't want to let go.

"Come home with me tonight?" she asks after a minute as Robin is playing with her hair. Robin kisses the side of her neck.

"Okay."

They take their time getting dressed, remaining in each other's arms for a while until the sweat drying on their skin becomes cold. Nancy doesn't bother putting the bra back on, and she gives Robin the hoodie to wear. Nancy glances at Robin as she's driving back to her house. She's smiling.

The house is silent and dark when they get there. Nancy leads her upstairs, and they shower together, staying quiet in the hall and under the spray of hot water. They wash each other's hair. Robin makes Nancy's into a mohawk with the foamy shampoo, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Nancy lets her.

Nancy steps up behind her as she's rinsing herself, wrapping her arms around her waist and pressing her cheek to her shoulder. Robin hums quietly, sighing and letting her head fall back to Nancy's shoulder, sliding her hands over Nancy's forearms and twisting their fingers together.

Nancy's soft love you is barely audible over the spray of the water, but Robin hears it. She turns her head and kisses Nancy.

Robin lays her head on Nancy's chest when they climb into bed together, smiling happily as she presses her face against Nancy's breast, and Nancy snorts, resting her hand on Robin's head.

She looks up at the ceiling in the dim light of her nightlight. She used to want to paint the sky on it when she was little. Maybe someday she can commission Will to do it in her own home.

"We have less than two months," she says softly after a moment. "I'm..." Her eyes sting again. She can't seem to stop crying now that she has time to.

Robin sits up, hovering over Nancy and carefully touching her face.

"We have all the time in the world," she says quietly. Nancy squeezes her eyes shut, and a tear slips down her temple. Robin wipes it away tenderly. "I'm serious," she says gently, almost murmuring. "You're going to Boston, Nance, 's not the end of the world. We have Christmas. And telephones."

Nancy smiles weakly, sniffling, letting her hands fall to Robin's neck.

"We have time," Robin whispers, gazing down at her. Her hair is damp and falling in her face, curtaining like they're hiding behind it. "And we still have to tell Eddie and Steve about our new... development."

Nancy grins, sniffling again and lifting her chin to ask for a kiss. Robin obliges.

The kids, excluding Max and El (who are likely at some extended sleepover of their own), come around to the Wheelers the next morning. They get dropped off by Eddie, who doesn't come inside, instead saying goodbye to the kids before speeding off to band practice. Nancy and Robin are in the kitchen making coffee when the kids come inside, their presence announced by the noisy bickering of Erica and Dustin, and Nancy greets them, tossing blueberries for Lucas to catch in his mouth as they head to the basement.

Mike runs upstairs without seeing them, carrying a bag, and a minute later he comes back down. The kitchen is quiet except for the clinking of Robin's spoon in her mug as she stirs sugar into her coffee, and Mike freezes as he heads toward the basement door.

He and Robin look at each other for a second.

"Morning," she says lightly. Mike looks her up and down, noticing Nancy's clothes, and then his eyes cut to Nancy, questioning.

Nancy suppresses a smile, taking a sip from her coffee, and Mike's eyes widen, his face lighting up, mouth spreading into a wide grin as he looks back at Robin for confirmation. Robin just nods.

"Shut up," Nancy says, and Mike lets out a loud, "Hah!" before he's grabbing her in a tight hug and wiggling as she laughs, trying to push him away. "It's your turn now," she says when he finally releases her.

"Absolutely not." He snatches her cup of coffee before she can stop him, and beelines toward the basement door and she yells his name loudly.

Robin laughs, letting her head fall against Nancy's shoulder as Nancy huffs in defeat, hearing Mike laugh evilly as the door shut behind him.

"That's what it's like to have siblings if you're curious," Nancy says, letting her head rest against Robin's. "Little shit."

"You love him."

"Yeah," Nancy sighs. "I do."

Robin shares her coffee with her.

[prettybrownelf]

Unholy Blood

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Prologue

Pairings- Vampire! Eddie Munson x Vampire Hunter! Male! Reader

Summary- Vampire attacks are ripping the kingdom apart, the king has no choice but to meet with his best hunters and devise a plan, but this plan is certainly not what you had in mind

Word Count- 1384

Content Warnings- Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death

(Chapter 1)

You've never seen the king look so defeated.

His head hangs low as the moonlight outside shines through the open windows. The way he rubs his hands together is a telltale sign of his nerves as he finally allows his eyes to be shown. 

“This cannot continue.” 

The tension in the room is suffocating you, the heavy armor tied to your body doing nothing to help. “Sixteen attacks. Sixteen attacks in only two weeks!” The rising voice of the king makes you flinch as he stops himself from banging his hand on the table. “We have lost too many warriors, too many civilians, too many children. We cannot allow this to continue.” Robin's voice creaks into the king's silence, rubbing the blood-stained bandage on her neck. 

“I was just attacked this week. They're getting crafty like they have a spy on the inside so they know our every move.” Steve shifts in his seat, wiping at his tired eyes. 

“No matter what we do, we all know there's going to be a war. These things won't go down without a fight.” You nod lightly to him as your eyes trail back to the king. “What are we going to do sire? Those creatures are going to pick us off one by one till they know we’re too weak to fight them.” He's quiet for a moment, running a pale hand through his dark blonde curls as he looks around at the three of you. “You three are the best soldiers in my army, what ideas do you have?” 

Steve smirks in the pale glow of the moon as he leans back in his chair. “Why don't we get a head start? Spark the war before they know it's happening. We’ll have the upper hand in it! We can wean them out and take them while they're distracted.” You smile slightly at his enthusiasm, but bite your tongue despite the thought you have. ‘These things are quicker, rougher, and seemingly smarter than us. We’ll be dead before we reach the forest.” Robin chuckles lightly as she looks over at her enthusiastic best friend. “Always the brute, aren't ya Stevie?” Steve rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, taking the question to her. “And what would you have us do?”

“Why don't we play their game? Start luring a few vampires to the edge of the forest and kill them. At some point, they’ll get the message.” That sounds like a good idea to you, doing the same thing they're doing to your people. ‘But would that be enough to get them to kneel? Probably not.’ Steve scoffs at her as he looks at the king. “Lure them out? They’ll catch on to what we’re doing before we even start.” The king rolls his eyes as the two of them bicker back and forth as his gaze travels to you. “And what do you think we should do (Y/n)?” 

Words leave you for a moment before you're able to get your thoughts out. “These things only respond to brute force. As stupid as it is, I think we should go with Steve's idea.” Steve gives a sneaky wink to you as he sticks his tongue out at Robin. 

Robin suddenly jumps out of her seat, making the three of you jump. “What if we faked them out? Gave them a fake peace treaty, befriended them, and then hit them when they were not looking!” Steve stands next to her and pats her shoulder. “As great of an idea as that is, they're not going to just casually be friends with us after years of killing us.” 

“What if we didn't befriend them?” The king speaks up, making all of you snap your eyes at him. “Instead of befriending them, what if we gave them an offer of peace, and while we fake our way through peace talks, we have someone on the inside getting close to one of the royals?” Robin's eyes go wide as her voice gets low. “You mean, seduction?” The king nods. “It would be the best way to get one of them to trust one of us completely.” 

The room is silent as the three of you try to process the information you're being given. ‘Seduction? How the hell is one of us supposed to seduce a fucking vampire?’ The king clears his throat as he speaks up, eyes going directly to you. “(Y/n), I believe you should be the one to do it.” 

Your eyes go wide as you jump to your feet. “My Lord! You don't really expect me to seduce one of those creatures!” The king gives a knowing sigh as he raises his hand to you. “I understand how intense this is to hear, but not only are you a strong warrior but you're our go-to for stealth and manipulation. No one could pull this off but you.” Your mind spins in a thousand directions as you feel your heartbeat get faster. “Why would they trust me? I hate vampires just as much, I'm a known hunter!” “You don't have to be nice at first, you must simply lure them in, act as though you began to have feelings, just enough so we can capture them and hold them here as a hostage. The vampire king will listen if we have one of his ‘children’.” 

Your heart is racing as you look to Robin and Steve, to no avail. “You would do very well at this.” Robin whispers, giving you a small smile in an attempt to comfort you. “I'm not asking (Y/n).” The king says, the harshness in his voice stopping your pleas. 

The king stands, his harsh features captured in the light of the stars. “Go to your homes, relax for the night. I'll have Nancy look up vampire traditions and possibly past peace treaties they've had for the letter.” 

You're silent as you leave, desperately trying to get your heart to stop pounding as a hand finds your shoulder. 

“Hey,” Steve says, a familiar warmness entering your body. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I'm alright. It's just a big mission.” Steve nods knowingly as he begins walking beside you. “Did you maybe want to have the night together?” A chuckle leaves you as you look at the stone pathway. “You think now is the time for us to have sex?” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he talks. “I mean, you may have to be flirting with a vampire soon so I just thought-.” 

The engulfing sound of screams forcefully enters your ears as you see guards scramble ahead of you. You and Steve take off towards the sound before you even know what you're doing. Townspeople run in the opposite direction as you as you finally stop in your tracks at the gates opening to the forest. Two vampires lay dead on the ground, arrows littering their bodies as black blood spilled around them. 

“What the hell happened?” Steve yells to one of the guards. 

“Fucking vampires, came out of nowhere!” 

Annoyed, you shake your head and leave out of the gate. “Where are you going?” Steve yells behind you. “To get drunk and sleep!” You scream back, unsheathing your daggers as you quicken your pace toward your small cottage. 

When you offered to live on the outskirts of the kingdom you knew the risks. You'd had vampires attempt to attack you almost all the time when you first moved in, but luckily, they learned you don't die quickly. 

The warm air of your house soothes you as you immediately start taking your armor off, leaving it on the ground as you make your way to the kitchen. The pretty bottle of wine sitting on the counter screams your name as you uncork it with your teeth, taking large gulps as you make your way upstairs. Throwing the curtain at the top of the stairs aside you walk into your bedroom, flopping onto your large round bed. The large, circular window behind the bed shines moonlight into your room as you down half the bottle. 

Your eyes grow more tired every second as you lay down, deciding against changing your clothes as you simply slide your trousers and socks off, curling up the blankets as you lull yourself to sleep.

[corrodedcoughin]

younger Eddie being excited to go to sleep because he unintentionally figured out lucid dreaming so he could plan entire dnd campaigns and feel like he was creating his own fantasy world

Sometimes he’d just go to the shire and hang out with his favourite characters, watching Gandalf’s fireworks, eating with the hobbit and hearing stories from Aragorn and Boromir while being infatuated by Legolas and Gimli’s interactions with each other

[starryeyedmunson]

unwinding - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie helps you unwind after a long day at work

warnings: soft smut, some fluffy fluff, fingering, pet names: princess, baby, pretty boy

author’s note: fulfilling a little anon request that i adored. also i need this for myself. enjoy

word count: 997

“UGH”

“Is that you, baby?” Eddie called from his room. You threw your bag down on the couch before sulking into your boyfriend’s room, not even paying him attention as you face planted onto his bed. You could hear his laughter as your face was buried into his comforter, and he walked over to sit down next to you. You could feel his hand start to rub your back, and you relaxed at the feeling.

“Tell me what’s up.”

“I just had the longest day at work and Robin and Steve bickered the entire time and I had to do everything myself and it was so hot and I know it seems stupid because you literally were attacked by demon bats so my eight hour shift would be a walk in the park compared to that but I’m so tired,” you exasperated. You heard him sigh, and you turned your head to the side to look at him.

“Okay, okay slow down,” he said. “First of all, I would take those bats any day over to listening to Robin and Steve for eight hours straight. Second of all, it’s not stupid, nothing you could say is stupid. What do you need me to do?”

“I just want to unwind and, I don’t know,” you said with a sigh. He pondered for a minute on what to do to help, and he smiled down at you.

“How about a bath, that sound good, baby?” You perked up and gave him the puppy eyes that you knew he loved.

“That’s perfect.” His smile turned into a grin as he got up to go draw the bath, and you finally got yourself up from the bed. You took off your sweaty Family Video shirt, moving to your bra that was suffocating your rib cage. You slipped it down your shoulders before taking off your tight jean shorts, and you sighed in relief as you finally felt somewhat comfortable again. The last to go was your underwear, and once that was down your legs you rung them around one foot and kicked your leg out, causing the lace to go flying to a distant corner of Eddie’s room.

Eddie peeked his head out of the bathroom and drank in the sight of you before moving back to your face. You looked at him with tired eyes, and he motioned you to come to the bathroom. You walked slowly over to where he was standing, and he put his hand on the small of your back and led you to the tub. You leaned over the tub, running your hand through the warm water. It wasn’t too hot, giving you the cooling sense that you needed after the long, hot day. You sighed in contentment and slowly got into the tub, relaxing instantly.

“Feel good, princess?” he said, leaning against the wall.

“Yes,” you said, laying back and closing your eyes. He smiled as he began to walk out the door. “Might feel better with you in here too.” He chuckled to himself.

“No, no, you need to just relax, take some time for yourself,” he said, and you pouted.

“Please?” you asked, giving him the same puppy eyes you did before.

“Well you know I can’t say no to you,” he gave in, and you smiled up at him. He took his clothes off a little too slowly for your liking.

“Get in here, pretty boy,” you commanded, and he rolled his eyes before getting into the tub behind you. You leaned back against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. He took the bar of soap and began to run it over your chest, applying the perfect amount of pressure and causing you to lean your head on his shoulder. The feeling was amazing after your long day, and for the first time that day you felt so comfortable. He put the soap down before grabbing the loofah on the side of the tub and drawing circles over your chest.

“God, this feels amazing,” you sighed, and he smiled and kissed your head.

“Good, I’m glad,” he said.

“You know what would really help me unwind?” you said, your voice low. You could see the smirk appearing on his face as he picked up what you were putting down.

“I think I have a vague idea,” he said. He put the loofah back down and moved his hands from your chest to your legs, running his hands up and down ever so lightly. You sighed again, your breath slow as he made his way towards your heat. He finally reached his destination, his fingers finding their way to your clit and rubbing slow circles. You let out a soft moan as he began kissing your neck, slowly making his way up and down. His circles began picking up speed, and you were squirming in the water as he held you down by your hip. He slowly inserted one of his fingers, keeping his thumb on your bud as he curled his finger inside of you.

“Jesus,” you breathed out, and he smiled against your skin. The familiar feeling of the knot in your stomach began to tighten, and your hand moved down to his to feel him work you.

“Close, princess?” he whispered, and you hummed in response. His pace quickened, and the tightness built up to where you couldn’t keep it in. You quietly moaned as your release set in, him feeling your walls flutter as you rode out your high. You came down, letting yourself relax completely against him. He moved his hand from your core and made its way to your arm, resuming his tracing up and down.

“How was that for unwinding?” he asked, pressing one final kiss on your cheek.

“Just what I needed,” you said, closing your eyes and sighing. He smiled down at you, knowing that he would always be the comfort you could find after a long day.