#imagine steve with pink hair during this

[steveshairychest]

Punk Steve works as a professional piercer. He has quite a few piercings himself and his current customer is asking about every single one of them. Steve can tell he's nervous and just trying to distract himself so he plays along.

He tells the curly haired guy about how his tongue piercing had bled everywhere and stained his bedroom carpet, the he pierced his lip in the back-seat of his car before his job at an ice cream place, that his nipple piercings got caught in his best friend's hair while they were at a concert. The guy nods and laughs with him, his eyes never leaving Steve's face as he prepares the needle and jewellery. "I'm just going to mark it, okay? Hold still."

Steve leans in close, so close that he can hear the guy's breath hitch when he meets his gaze. He smirks and looks back down at his lips, they are red from where he was chewing on them when he first came in and nervously asked to get a piercing. Steve marks the right side of his bottom lip, steps back to look and then nods. "Looks good. See what you think while I finish setting up."

"Aw man, it's gonna look wicked." He runs a hand through long curls and smiles at his reflection. Steve smiles and turns back to his station. He's a bit cute.

"If it hurts, can you kiss it better?" He says while Steve literally has his lip in the clamp, needle ready in his other hand.

Steve shakes his head and wills the heat in his cheeks to disappear. "Oh, it's going to hurt. How 'bout I buy you lunch after for being such a brave boy, hmm?" Steve sticks the needle through his lip before he can say anything else. He doesn't flinch, just blinks away a few tears. Steve can feel his eyes watching his every move as he prepares to slip the jewellery in. "You're doing so good, just a little pinch and there you go. You did so well." He pats his knee and gives the guy some space to breathe, gives himself some god damn space to breathe because this guy is intense.

"Fuuckkkk, dude." He blinks back tears that make his big, beautiful eyes sparkle underneath the lights. "I nearly slapped you. That hurt." Steve glances down at the guy's ring clad fingers and swallows, willing certain thoughts away.

"You took it like a champ. Do you want a sticker?"

"Does it come with your phone number?"

Steve bites his lip, his teeth clinking agianst the ring in the middle of his bottom lip, and reaches for a pen. "I guess it can." He scribbles his number onto a sticky note and hands it over to the now beaming brunette, his lip is angry and red. "I finish at 3, if you want to get lunch."

Steve grabs a gold star sticker that says, 'You're amazing!' And sticks it to the guy's patch covered vest.

"I'm Steve, by the way."

"I know, it says so on your badge. I'm Eddie."

"I know." Steve holds up Eddie's consent form and shakes it.

"I'll see you at 3?" Steve asks after Eddie's paid. The lip piercing suits him, makes him even more radiant as he leans on the front desk and smiles up at Steve.

"It's a date. You're paying." He says with a wink and then he's out the door, leaving Steve alone to laugh and smile to himself like an idiot.

[lostalioth]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

→ premise: eddie wasn’t convinced you were as innocent as you acted. his pervy thoughts of you were often guided by all the little dirty things you did. he knew he shouldn’t think that way you were his friend after all but you had to know what you were doing to him right?

→ pairing: perv!bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, 2.1k words, corruption kink, dacryphilia, frontagge? [eddie rubs his dick against her til he cums?] unprotected penetration, small bit of degrading language [whore], nicknames [baby, pretty girl, sweets, pretty best friend], reader is described to wear eddies shirt and pink/girly clothing a bit, not proofread

→ a/n: kinktober 12

Eddie was a touchy guy, a very touchy best friend in fact. He seemed to lack any awareness of personal space when it came to you.

Having you sit in his lap during movie nights whether it's just the two of you or if Robin or Steve join in. Laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair and his hands palm at your thighs tracing shapes on them. Draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his side when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone or leaning his body weight against you. Now to you and your naive mind, you found all this and everything else he may do as innocent, you didn't understand why everyone new you met assumed the two of you were dating.

Except for Eddie everything he did, he had a little pervy underlying reason to it. Leaning on you and pulling your body against his to feel your soft skin on his and subconsciously claiming you as his. Sitting you in his lap to feel the heat radiating from your pussy on his cock even through multiple layers of fabric. Laying his head on your lap and rubbing on your thighs Imagining his head is buried between them instead.

Constantly he came up with any excuse he could to have his hands on you, to have your body against his, even rub up against you when given the chance when he’d scoot behind you to get somewhere even if there was a clearer path to his destination. Rubbing his bulge lightly against your ass when he’d brush by. To him there was no way you weren’t aware of his intentions when he did these things and all the little pervy moves he made. Every dirty thought he had or thing he did was guided by the seemingly not so innocent things you would do.

Though you weren’t actually aware of just what the things you'd do, did to poor ole’ Eddie. Batting your eyelashes at him when you wanted to be the one to pick the movie, pressing your body against him of your own accord when a scary part came on during one of his movie picks. He even swears though he isn’t 100% sure it wasn't a very vivid dream that you were grinding your ass against him for a second one time you were sitting in his lap.

It was currently one of those frequent movie nights and Eddie was painfully hard, his cock has been aching the moment he walked inside your house. Part of it sure was that he was just excited to have quality time with his pretty little best friend but then when he came in and saw the state you were in he was a goner. You were more comfortable around Eddie than anyone and you had opted to be cozy so all you had on was a long t-shirt and frilly pink socks, no pants on. Being the perv he was and with the fact he couldn't tell exactly he was secretly wishing you didn't have any panties on either.

Eddie got to pick the movie and it was one he’d seen a million times over so it didn't matter that he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. His eyes glued to you, your thighs exposed almost more than they are when you wear your tiny lacey skirts that also almost kill Eddie. Any last drop of reserve or self-control he had was slowly draining away from his body.

If he thought too hard about everything he felt like a piece of shit bestfriend that all he could think of during movie nights anymore was bending you over your living room couch and claiming your pussy as his. Making you his as you whine and moan that it's too much to take and he tells you what a good girl you’re being. Expect there was a small denranged part of him that desperatly wanted to corrupt your sweet naive mind until you’re the one who can only think about him fucking you, making you just as much of a pervert as he was.

Far too lost in own dirty thoughts he fails to notice that the movie has now ended, meaning it was your turn to pick and he should probably stop staring at your body.

“That was a good movie. Ed's wasn't as scary of a movie as you usually pick” your sweet voice snaps him out of his trance and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from your thighs crossed over one another.

“Oh uh yeah, figured I’d pick a calmer one this time for you sweets” he explains, lightly coughing as he squeezed the pillow that's been covering his lap this whole time, a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms on his face as he finally turns his attention to your face. Though switching his focus fails to dull the throbbing in his stiff cock, if it goes on any longer there's definitely going to be a wet spot in his boxers. You smile back at him before getting up from the couch, running over to the kitchen and putting the empty popcorn bowl in the sink. He watches as you walk away, a small groan leaving his lips, it didn't help that the shirt you wore was one of his old hellfire shirt’s. You in his clothes always made his heart ache just as much as his dick, you often stole his shirts or hoodies which didn't help people thinking you were dating and Eddie secretly loved that.

With a bounce in your step you make your way back over to the couch, standing more in front of Eddie as you do. Bending at the waist you lean over to pick the remote up off the oddly low coffee table, your shirt riding up as you do. Giving him an agonizingly perfect view of your ass and the mound of your pussy in your little pink panties. “Oh fuck..” he groans out, his knuckles turning white from how hard he is gripping the pillow infront of him. You turn around facing him now as you lean back up, having heard Eddie mumble out something. “What’d you say Ed’s??” You question with a cute look of confusion on your face.

His last ounce of composure and restraint flies out the window as he throws the pillow off his lap and grabs ahold of your hips pulling you into his lap.

“You fucking feel that pretty girl? That’s what you do to me, fuckin’ killing me sweets” he groans out, his bulge pressed right against your cunt, his jeans and your thin panties do nothing to stop him from feeling the heat settling in your core. you gasp out dropping the remote onto the cushion besides you as you feel just how hard he is. The cold metal of his rings sends a shiver down your spine when his hands push up at your shirt, bunching it up as they go. “But- I didn't do anything, or- I didn't mean to anyway Ed’s” you manage to stutter out, taken aback by both his abruptness and how good his cock feels against you even confined in denim. Lifting you up before letting go of your hips for a second so you're hovering over him, he unbuckles his belt and button to his jeans before tugging them down his thighs. “Ed’s I-I dont think best friends do this…” you whine out yet don't make any move to stop him as he grabs ahold of your hips again, planting your pussy right on his cock again with only thin underwear separating you now. You may be naive and innocent but you weren't a virgin you were well aware of what he was doing.

“it’s okay baby, just be my pretty little best friend and let me play with you okay, my cocks aching for ya’ yeah?” His tone is soft and slurred, his head going hazy in desire for you and the fact you were letting him go this far. “Mhmm~ okay i can do that” you whine out, your hips having a mind of their own squirming and grinding against him as his hands rub down your thighs.

“Atta girl sweets, s’good to me, always so sweet on me” he groans out as his fingers inch closer and closer to your aching pussy. Your slick has managed to begin soaking your panties, while Eddie's tip leaks precum forming a matching wet spot on his boxers. Tugging your panties to the side he runs his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, running over your clit that jumps at the small bit of attention. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes are glued to where your best friend's hands are playing with your leaking pussy. “Eddie.. it feels s’good” you whine out your hips bucking at his touch every time his fingers brush over your bundle of nerves.

“Look at you pretty girl, so fucking wet f’me like a little fucking whore” he groans out as he pushes down at his boxers, you lift your hips to help subconsciously. He pushes them down only enough to let his cock spring free, his cock thick, tip reddened and as veins run along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes are entranced by the sight, your mouth watering and your hole clenching around nothing, who knew your best friend had such a pretty cock.

Grabbing onto the base of his cock he angles it to nudge open your slit and run his tip through your soaked folds, grinding his shaft against your pussy. “Ahh~ pleasee Ed’s need you inside” you whine out, already getting overwhelmed, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves and tip just barely pushing at your hole before slipping out. The ongoing teasing and desire for him to push inside you crowd your head making it go fuzzy. “Nooo not yet baby, not till you're begging for it, gotta corrupt my sweet innocent little best friend til shes a cock hungry whore begging for me to fuck her” he chuckled darkly, even though he was more desperate than you to finally push into the warm heat of your cunt he was gonna make you beg for it.

Tears well up in your eyes threatening to fall as you buck against him in response to his hips grinding against your pussy. “Aww ya’ gonna cry sweets? Go on cry baby, beg for it” he groans out, he knew it was sick but as your tears fall down your cheeks he can feel his balls tighten, heavy and full of cum that's almost ready to burst. Your slick and his precum mix together to soak your panties, the thin fabric turning see through as he hooks it over his cock to keep it pressed between your folds.

“Fuck im gonna cum pretty girl, should cum in these fuckin’ flimsy panties and ruin em’ then stuff them in your mouth as i stuff this pussy” he growls out, his words making your pussy throbbing and your head spin, your head nodding frantically desperate for him to do exactly that. “Yeah baby? Want me to do that?” He taunts, a lopsided smirk glued to his lips as he leans in closer, forehead pressed against yours while your tears continue to fall down your cheeks, your eyes turning red and puffy the longer you cry out in pleasure.

“Please Ed’s yes!~ please need you to cum and i need you to fuck me please” you moan out, a deep stasifaction settled in eddie at your plea and he surges forward to press his lips to yours muffling your whines. Your thighs burning from grinding desperately against him, the last string of Eddie's snaps just as you dig your nails into his biceps and cry out his name into the heated frantic kiss. Hot ropes of cum spurt out and coat the inside of your panties and paint your puffy folds. Not stopping his thrusting Eddie grabs his cock that's still sandwiched under your now ruined panties and guides his still leaking tip to your entrance. Pulling away from your lips, he slaps his hand over your mouth just as he pushes inside you in one sharp hard thrust. A cry of pleasure and maybe some pain falls from your lips, along side a long line of curse muffled agianst his rough hand as he fucks up into the wet heat of your pussy that clenches down on him.

“My pretty bestfriend’s gonna be such a good fuckin’ cock drunk whore, all f’me now, all mine” all you can do in nod in respone, your eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure.

→ a/n: I rushed the end of this so i could get it out today and get back on track with kinktober lmao and somehow its still 2 thousand words and some change lmao but anyway enjoy loves give me feedback and tell me if something is misspelled this wasnt read over as im tired.

[stevesherdaddynowlover]

pet names and looped pinkies [s.h.] 18+

hiiiii so i've never written for steve but just did a stranger things rewatch and have felt...inspired. i hope you enjoy! pls feel free to send suggestions or concepts or anything :) thanks for reading!

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summary: steve is your best friend and you have a crush on him and that's fine until one day it's not and the next thing you know you can't think or speak or breathe around him. (steve harrington x fem!reader)

warnings: loooots of pet names, fluff, pining,cursing, kissing, m masturbation, dirty talk, handjob, spitting, tiny bit of cum eating :))) 18+ ONLY!! MDNI

wc: 6.4k

part 2 here!!!!

You and Steve had been friends for quite some time now. 

Going from quietly watching him throughout high school, maybe quietly crushing on him too, to fighting monsters and trying to survive could do that to people. Make them friends, that is. 

The crush you’d been harboring on Steve didn’t go away, oh no if anything it had gotten about ten times worse in the time you’d spent growing close. That Steve you knew in high school was long gone. The, for lack of a better word, asshat you had come to blush over had turned into a protector. A funny, endearing, unnervingly hot protector that made your tummy flutter and your palms sweat. 

It didn’t help that he seemed completely unaware of your feelings, or that the things he did made your heart race and your cheeks turn pink. Linking his pinky with yours while you strolled around town, letting his thumb mindlessly rub circles on the little sliver of your stomach that was visible during movie night, giving a little tug on your hair when you said something cheeky, letting his dimple pop out when you teased him. 

And the pet names. God, the pet names! Maybe he did know! Maybe he wanted to torture you and make you squirm. They slipped from those perfect pink lips so effortlessly it kind of pissed you off. 

“Hey honey, how was work today?” 

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be late for the movie and I will not be blamed when we don’t have time to grab your snacks.” 

“Any chance you wanna pick up an extra shift and spend some time with me? What do you say, pretty?” 

He had the hair, the smile, the charm. You imagined it would be hard for anyone not to fall madly in love with him. It was surely hard for you! Steve did a good job of turning you to mush. It was hard to think around him, even harder to not think about him. 

Which is why you’re really struggling now, smushed on a far too little couch with 3 other people, your thigh pressed so tightly against Steve’s it’s making your head spin. It’s movie night, a tradition you’ve picked up and held onto tightly amidst all the craziness that happens in your small town. Steve is on your left, stuck between the arm of the couch and you. Robin is on your right with Eddie next to her and Jonathon next to him. A couch meant for 2, maybe 3, but all 4 of you packed on while the rest of your friends lounge on the floor or a chair, eyes all focused on the screen. 

Almost everyone’s eyes are focused on the screen. 

You’re staring straight ahead, sure! But while a movie that you now can’t even remember the name of is droning on, all you can think of is how your hip is touching Steve’s. Or how his pinky has somehow found yours again and they’re looped together on his lap. Or even worse, how he’s got his head resting on your shoulder and you can feel little puffs of his breath hitting your neck everytime he laughs. 

It’s driving you crazy, your hand not in his twitching by your side and your chest rising and falling a little faster than it should be while watching a comedy with your friends. You’re so distracted it takes you a few minutes to realize that Steve is no longer watching the movie, but is now focused on you and how uncomfortable you seem to be. He gives a small tug to your pinky, drawing your eyes to meet his and you’re so overwhelmed with him right now you could cry at the furrow in his brow and the small pout he’s wearing looking at you. 

“Y’alright, baby?” You can see his genuine concern at the state of you but all you can focus on is trying not to let a small whimper through your lips as you hear him call you baby. Not being able to look at him for more than a few seconds you drag your eyes away from him, a small huff leaving you while you shake your head, mainly at yourself. “I, uh m’fine. I’m fine.” Neither of you are convinced, you know that, but you can’t find it in you to care at the moment when all you can think about is taking his bottom lip between your teeth. 

He studies you once more, eyes taking you in quickly as he reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers around your neck a second longer, two fingers giving you a little pinch before he’s drawing his hand back to his lap. You find yourself staring far too long at his hand, wondering what it would feel like if he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip. Or if it would be as good as you imagined to have him slip that same thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, wearing that same smirk you’ve seen a thousand times.

Fuck fuck fuck. You’re so fucked. 

As soon as the thoughts come, they’re gone because the next thing you know you’re using his and Robin’s thighs as leverage to jump up from the couch, turning to face everyone with red cheeks and a forced smile. 

“So I, uh, I gotta go! Just remembered mom wanted me home early tonight, some, uh, some family thing going on. Yeah that’s it. Family thing!” Everyone is staring, eyes wide with confusion written all over their faces. You love movie night, never miss it let alone leave early. 

You don’t give anyone the chance to question you before you’re bouncing up the stairs trying to pull your shoes on as quickly as possible. You know he’ll be right behind you, asking you what’s wrong or offering a ride home. You both know you’re full of shit but you can’t find it in you to care right now, too focused on getting away from him before you do something crazy like kiss him. 

Steps away from the front door you think you’ve made it. Can almost feel the relief of the cool breeze cooling down your skin that seems to be burning up from where Steve was touching you. You're so close, less than a foot away when you realize you weren’t quick enough. 

A hand wraps around your forearm, a large calloused hand that you’d know anywhere. Shoulders slumped in defeat and you turn to face him, not all the way because you don’t think you could handle it, but enough to acknowledge his presence. “Harrington, I gotta go. You know how my mom is, this’ll be held over my head for weeks if I’m late.” Lies. All lies. Your mom fully expects you to sleep at Robins tonight. He’s quiet for what feels like hours but is really only seconds before he speaks, “Let me give you a ride then. You’ll be home in less than 5.”

Now you know that cannot happen. You cannot be in his car that smells like him. You cannot watch the way his hands grip the wheel, and you know you won’t be able to look away. You cannot be locked in a car with him where you know he’ll try and figure out why you’ve been acting so weird tonight. And honestly you just cannot be around him right now without feeling like you’re going to faint. 

“No, no, don't worry about it, it’s a quick walk and I could use the fresh air! I’m feeling a little…off right now anyways so I wouldn’t mind being alone. Go finish the movie! Love you, see you, have fun!” And before he can react or try to argue with you, reaching up on your tiptoes you plant a quick kiss to his cheek, lips tingling as you turn and run out the door, hoping to god or whoever is listening that Steve doesn’t come after you. 

What you don’t see as you’re running down the sidewalk is your best friend standing in the doorway with his hand hovering over his cheek where you just kissed him and a blush crawling up his neck as those quick seconds play on a loop in his head for the rest of the movie. 

 ****************************************

It’s been a few days since movie night. The night you’re refusing to think about but also the one you can’t seem to get out of your head. More specifically the sound of Steve calling you baby and the feel of his fingers brushing against your throat. 

Well you’ve tried not to think about it. 

You’re not sure why this is happening now. You’ve liked him for as long as you can remember so why all of a sudden do you feel like panting when your skin touches his? Why now are his little smirks and pet names enough to bring you to your knees? Over the years you’ve done good, so good, at keeping yourself together in front of him, letting his comments and flirting roll off your back. But now…now you can’t be in the same room without wanting to tug on his hair or leave marks on his chest or feel so desperate to taste him that it drives you insane. 

You don’t know what caused this switch to flip but it fucking sucks. It sucks because besides all of that, he’s still your best friend. Yeah, it’s ungodly how hot he is but he’s also still the guy who buys you your favorite ice cream when you’ve had a rough day, who goes to see scary movies with you when no one else will because you’re the only one that likes them. He’s saved you, cared for you, loved you for a few years now and honestly that just makes it worse! 

He’s mouthwatering AND a good guy. Fuck him for that. 

In the few days since you’ve seen him he’s called. 11 times? Maybe more. And you’ve been conveniently in the shower or asleep or anything else your mother can make up while you try and figure out what you’re going to say to him. The problem with this is that the longer you avoid him, the more awkward and hard this is going to be. 

So when you wake up today, 4 days after movie night, you decide it’s time to be a big girl and talk to him. Not about your feelings, god no! But it is time to at least try to be normal around him and to stop avoiding him. You already know he’s gonna look like a kicked puppy, big brown eyes staring down at you while you try and justify not talking to him for days. You’re fucked. So fucked. 

Walking downstairs you hear the phone ringing and your heart drops. Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe your family can just move! That should work. You’ll miss everyone but honestly this seems like your best option at this point. 

Your dad is gone for the day, your mom is standing at the counter with her purse on her shoulder like she’s about to walk out the door with her mouth open, ready to give Steve yet another excuse to why you can’t talk to him. But you’re brave. You’re a big girl who can handle a phone call with your best friend. Your hot best friend you're madly in love with and want to climb like a tree. 

Your hand is out and reaching for the phone before you can talk yourself out of it, a sigh of relief leaving your mother as she practically throws it at you, running for the door before you change your mind. It’s by your ear for a good few seconds before you hear him, his voice raspy and deep so you know he’s just woken up and it makes your whole body buzz. 

“Hello?” 

It’s now or never. Never sounds nice. “Hey! How ya been? How’s it going? How was the movie?” The questions pour out of you so quickly you’re not sure he can even understand what you’re saying but you hold your breath and wait anyway. 

“How’s it going? Are you kidding me? Fuckin’ Christ! You’ve taken about 12 showers in 4 days and couldn’t be bothered to talk to me, why don’t you tell me how it’s going.” So he was upset. Totally fair. 

“Don’t be mad at me, please.” It was the first thing that came out of your mouth and you knew it was stupid but you couldn’t help it. He deserved to be mad at you, to yell and cuss and whatever else he deemed fit. But now that you had heard his voice again for the first time in days, the thought of him being upset with you made you want to cry, even though you had done this! 

You heard him take a deep breath and knew he was running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends the way he always did when he was stressed. “M‘not mad, sweetheart. I mean, maybe a little but I was more worried! That something had happened or I had done something or…I don’t know. Was just worried sick and…god I just fuckin’ missed you.” 

Had you mentioned that you were fucked? His words hit you a ton of bricks, any thoughts you had about moving on or maybe distancing yourself gone in an instant. Because he was worried. And he missed you. He fuckin’ missed you. And god you loved him so much it hurt, so much you could feel it in your fingertips and toes like little zaps of electricity when you thought of him or heard his voice. 

You were gone for Steve Harrington. 

“I..m’so sorry, Stevie. I missed you too, so much and I’m so sorry and I’m just…I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, you never do! I’ve just been a mess and my minds been a mess and I thought some time to myself would help me but really it's just..it doesn’t matter. What matters is I’m sorry and I missed you.” 

“S’okay, bunny. You alright? Can talk to me about anything, you know. I’m not…I know I’m not always the best at this stuff but I’d be good for you. I’ll listen to ya all day, do whatever I can to help you. Wanna come over? Movie night just the two of us? I’ll order you pizza and get you extra buttery popcorn and some ice cream, promise.” 

The thought of being alone with Steve sends red lights flashing through your brain but when he sounds so…god when he’s saying all the right things in a voice you’d dare describe as whiny you can’t help but to want to drop everything and all but crawl to him. 

So at the expense of your sanity you agree quickly, promising you’ll be there by 8 o’clock and hang up the phone before he can call you sweetheart or bunny again running up the stairs to take the coldest shower you’ve ever taken that does nothing to erase the thoughts of Steve from your mind. 

  *****************************************

The walk to Steve’s was surprisingly calm. You weren’t freaking out completely, just a little nervous but that was nothing new to you when it came to spending time with Steve, especially alone. 

Unfortunately for you, that calm lasted for all of about 10 minutes. 

In theory it was a good idea to spend some time with Steve after ignoring him for days. It was an okay idea to agree to a movie night with your best friend. Was. 

But now that you’re standing on his porch and his door was just thrown open to reveal a freshly showered Steve, it seems like all of this was a horrible idea. 

An awful, terrible, horribly bad idea. 

Awful because you can see little beads of water from his freshly washed hair dropping and running down his throat. Awful because the urge to lean forward and run your tongue over them is so strong you swear your mouth waters a little bit. 

Terrible because he’s wearing that goddamn white t-shirt that is hugging his arms so tight and since when did his arms start to look like that? Awful because that same damn shirt is tight over his chest too. It fits him so well you can see it snug against his tummy and waist. It fits him like a glove and your hands clench at your sides to keep from touching him. 

And this is bad. So horribly bad because he’s wearing his favorite pair of light wash denim jeans that cling to his thighs so nicely you feel your knees wobble. One of your hands comes up to your mouth to run over your chin, subconsciously making sure you’re not actually drooling despite the way you wish you could drop to your knees and spend hours leaving marks on those thighs. You can’t see his ass and you’re praying to god he doesn’t turn around so you don’t have to suffer through seeing how his jeans hug him just right. 

While your mind is running a million miles a minute with thoughts of Steve, you realize you actually haven’t said anything. Haven’t made a move to greet him or walk in, instead just standing there with what you imagine is a slack jaw and wide eyes. Willing yourself to meet his gaze, you somehow manage to drag your eyes off his thighs and bring them up, up, up until you meet his. 

He definitely does not look like a kicked puppy right now. Those brown eyes are darker and he’s wearing a smirk that would make you do anything he asked. He cocks his eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his face as you try and collect yourself. 

“You look starved, honey. Wanna come in?” 

   *********************************

After the initial embarrassment wears off, you feel a little better. Somehow managing to brush off his teasing as if you weren’t just devouring him with your eyes, you follow Steve to the kitchen, laughing as he tries to balance all the snacks he’d bought for you in arms. He shot you a glare full of playfulness when you tried to help, insisting that he “was a big boy and could handle the snacks.” 

Now you find yourself on that same couch from last week, much more space between the two of you than there had been then, a good foot and half extra in fact. Steve laughed when he saw you practically throw yourself to the other end of the couch, hand reaching out for you with a little pout on his lips. “Think I’m gonna bite you or something?” God I wish. Please please please bite me! 

But instead you held out your hand reluctantly, fingers twisting with his as he tugged you toward him. Movie night flashed in your head. His clothed thigh just inches away from yours, arm thrown over your shoulders and a cheeky grin on his face as he pulled you into his side. A satisfied hum was heard and you could have sworn you heard him mumble under his breath, sounding a lot like “much better” but it was hard to hear anything with the smell of him clouding your senses. 

Trying to get your thoughts off of him you reach forward to grab the dvd case laying on the table, a small smile gracing your lips as you see what he had picked. “John Carpenter's Halloween. I thought you said you’d never watch this?” This time when you turned to him, he was the one with red cheeks and shy smile as he glanced between the movie and you. A small shrug and wink was thrown your way, “S’one of your favorites. You should know you’re the exception to my rules.” 

You’re fucked. 

Heart pounding in your chest all you could manage was a smile and a small “thank you” before turning away, hoping he’d get up and start the movie so you’d have something to distract you from how sweet he was, watching a scary movie you know he doesn’t want to watch just because it’ll make you happy. 

It was about halfway through the movie when it happened. 

Everything was going well! You were snuggled into his side, actually paying attention to the movie and not sitting there distraught over being so close to him. You were so invested you hadn’t noticed your hand slip to his thigh during a scene that had made you jump. 

But Steve noticed. 

Too engrossed in your movie to see how your hand was holding his upper thigh and it definitely would have been too high if you’d been paying attention. You didn’t notice this or the way Steve was now on red alert, whole body tense with his hand gripping the couch cushion and his eyes trained on your hand as if to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. 

He could do this, he could ignore your hand and let you watch your movie. It would be fine. He’ll just slip into the bathroom when it’s over or wait till you go home to take care of his now aching cock. And god was he aching. He didn’t dare move, too nervous that you’d get all weird and fidgety like you’d been. This was the closest you’d been to him without seeming freaked out in weeks and he was not about to ruin that. 

The smell of your lavender shampoo overwhelmed him, a groan threatening to spill out while you sat there so unaware of how beautiful you looked just existing. He noticed everything about you. The slope of your little button nose and the way your lips, your perfect pink lips, parted just so when you were lost in thought. He noticed how your cheeks would turn the prettiest shade of red when he called you baby or honey or sweetheart. And he loved it, craved it even. He couldn’t tell if it was because of him or if you were just a sensitive little thing in general. He’d take what he could get with you, even if he had to live off your rosy cheeks and holding your pinky for the rest of his life. 

“Fuck, honey, m’sorry but you have got to move your hand, please.” Steve’s voice in your ear so suddenly made you jump, a small yelp leaving your lips as you turned to see what he was talking about. You didn’t even realize you were touching him! But one look down at this thigh and you gasped, cheeks burning as your eyes moved from your hand clinging to his thigh over to now very noticeable bulge straining against those light wash jeans. Ripping your hand away as if he’d burned you, a string of curses and apologies flew out as you scrambled to move as far away as possible. 

If he looked pained with your hand on his thigh then he looked downright miserable now that you’d taken it away. “Don’t have to run away from me, honey. M’sorry, didn’t mean to scare you I just…fuck I couldn’t sit still with you holding onto me like that.” He did his best to tug you back and you let him. “Sorry, Stevie. I wasn’t…I didn’t, I was just watching the movie I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

He looked at you with furrowed brows, eyes jumping all over your face like he knew something you didn’t, like he knew something you should know. Neither of you said anything, just stared at each other for some time before he sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch before coming back to look at you again. 

Hand cradling your cheek he gave you a small, tired small like he couldn’t believe you could possibly make him uncomfortable. That is not the word he would use. “Silly girl, I’m not uncomfortable because your hand was on me. I’m uncomfortable because your hand on me is making me wanna pin you down and fuck you so hard you can’t think straight.”

Oh. Oh. 

Lips parted you just stared at him, not sure you’d be able to form a coherent thought let alone words right now. He wanted to fuck you? Since when? Why hasn’t he ever brought this up? Doesn’t he know you’d do anything he asked of you? 

Steve let you process, could see the gears turning in that pretty head of yours and your eyes switching from looking at him to looking at where his cock was pressing up against the zipper of his pants. Maybe he’d said too much, gone too far. He was almost certain now that you liked him, wanted him, but maybe it was too overwhelming to be so blunt with you. 

“Y’know what baby? I can see you freaking out and I didn’t mean to make you nervous so I’m gonna go to the bathroom, alright? Gonna take care of this real quick and then we can finish the movie, can start another one if you want. I’ll be right back and we can figure this out later.” It was him getting off the couch that broke you out of whatever spell you were under, hand wrapping around his arm and if you weren’t so desperate for this, for him, you’d be embarrassed by the look of panic in your eyes at the thought of not getting to see this, to make him feel good. 

“Please stay. Just…fuck just stay, okay?” 

Both of you paused, staring at each other and waiting for someone to move or to breathe or just do something. A soft “okay” was murmured between you, Steve settling back into the couch as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Fuck was this really happening? 

“Whatever you want to happen can happen, baby.” 

You definitely didn’t mean to say that out loud but now that you had, a little burst of courage hit you and you just let it pour out. “Didn’t mean to say that out loud I just..I didn’t…I’m nervous. You make me nervous. I want this. I want this so bad you have no idea but I didn’t know you wanted this so now my head is fucked and I’m rambling and kinda freaking out but you can stay. You can stay and I can watch or I can help or whatever you want just..stay. Ok?” You dared a glance up at Steve, his eyes wide and a grin broke out on his face. He looked as if you’d just handed him the moon not offered to watch him get off. 

Taking your hand in his he gave you a squeeze, “We’ll go slow. I can start and you can watch and if you wanna do more, feel fucking free, honey. But if you don’t, that’s fine. If you want me to stop, say the word. You’re in charge here,” he paused, lifting his hand to take my chin between his fingers so I’d be forced to meet his eyes, “and for the record, there hasn’t been I second I've known you where I haven’t wanted this. I’ll take anything you give me, swear it. Whatever you want, any way you want.” 

“Kiss me, please.” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving his hand to cup your cheek and pulling you toward him, his lips pressing against yours soft at first, testing the waters and trying to keep you calm. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined, sweet like the candy he’d been eating earlier. You groaned against him, pushing closer and opening your mouth to invite him in, the thought of his tongue on yours enough to have you reaching your hands into his hair to tug him closer, closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. 

He pulled back first, a string of spit connecting the two of you and he cursed at the sight, “Jesus, fuck I can’t believe you’ve kept this sweet, pretty mouth away from me. S’not nice, baby. So mean to me, yeah?” If you thought you were desperate before it was nothing compared to now, now that you’d had a taste of him. 

“M’sorry Stevie, so sorry, not gonna keep em from you anymore. Promise, promise, promise.” You’re barely making sense, your head spinning and your body on fire. Foreheads pressed together you tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t think or breathe or function when he was this close to you with his swollen, spit kissed lips just inches away from yours. 

Coming out of your post-kiss haze you move back beside Steve, eager and desperate to finally see him, all of him. His eyes widen as your hands go to the button of his jeans, tugging relentlessly and you're just so cute he has to laugh. Eager too and fuck how did he get so lucky?

“Take em off, please. Want them off, Stevie.” You’re full on pouting now and it takes everything in you not to cry. You’d do it if he wanted, you’d do anything. But he doesnt let it get that far, taking your hands off his jeans and cooing at you and it makes you feel a little pathetic but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he’s about to finally pull down his pants. 

He does so wordlessly, eyes bouncing from his lap to your face every few seconds like he’s checking in on you, making sure he’s not missing anything and that you still want this. It makes your tummy flutter and your heart race, his caring for you. His pants pushed down to his knees is all he can manage, head too fuzzy thinking about you and how he’s so hard it hurts worse than it ever has.

As soon as his jeans were out of your way you were staring, gawking really, at the white boxers sitting so prettily on his hips that were doing nothing to hide how hard, how big he was. A small wet patch forming where you know his tip is resting and it makes your mouth water. He’s just so hot. So hot and it makes it even better that this is because of you. Fuck.

A beg was on the tip of your tongue but before you could he put you out of your misery. Lifting his hips up you had to dig your nails into your palm to keep still while he pulled his boxers down, pretty, messy, cock slapping against his stomach. “Jesus fucking Christ, Steve! You’re so…I’m…fuck.” He breathed out a laugh which quickly turned to a wince when we saw how you were looking at him, at his cock. He felt himself twitch under your stare and you swear your mouth just fell open as if it was meant to be. 

His hand drifted towards his cock, eyes still on you to make sure you were okay. You gave him a nod and the sigh of relief you both had when he finally wrapped his hand around himself would have made you laugh if you weren’t throbbing. His head fell back against the couch and you were torn between watching him touch himself or watching his face while he did it. The former won, your eyes trailing the way his hand moved slowly, teasing the both of you. 

“S’pretty, you’re so pretty…” You’re not even sure you were talking to him, more just to yourself but he heard you nonetheless. His hips jerked at that, a small moan slipping past his swollen lips as he turned his head toward you, watching you with hooded eyes. I could watch this forever, you thought. 

You couldn’t believe it. A few days ago you were thinking of ways to never speak to Steve again and now here you were, watching him stroke his cock in front of you and looking at him as if he was your last meal. He held his hand out, a silent plea for something but you didn’t know what, not until he spoke.

“So good, baby, so pretty. Can you ju-just spit on my hand for me, honey? Lick it, spit on it, anything you want, I just need you please.” His words were slurred and if you hadn’t spent the last few hours together you would think he was drunk. He seemed so out of it, but in the best way. Like he didn’t just want you but needed you. It made you feel good, better than you ever had and it gave you a spark of bravery you were missing before. 

Knocking his hand out of your way you leaned forward with cautious eyes, watching as he tried to figure out what you were doing until it dawned on him and his cock twitched in his hand. You leaned forward, face hovering inches above him and spit, both of you watching as it dropped from your mouth to his tip, covering the top of his hand as he began to stroke himself again. His lips parted in an “o”, eyes squeezed shut and his tummy clenching as he let out the loudest moan you had heard, so loud and strong you felt yourself clenching around nothing.

You were wet but with Steve looking and sounding like that you couldn’t bring yourself to care about how bad you were aching right now, far too focused on Steve and how his thighs were starting to shake a little and his hips were starting to move faster and more uneven. 

“C-can I?” 

His eyes shot open, head shaking furiously before he had even fully understood what you were asking. He knew he wouldn't last more than ten seconds if you touched him but he couldn’t care less. All he could think about was how pretty you were, how good he was feeling, how you had just fucking spit on his cock. He would take whatever you gave him. 

With a whine that you would replay in your mind for the rest of your life he took his hand off, tugging yours closer to take his place. Both of you moaned at the contact and you were almost convinced you could cum just from touching him. “Help me, I want you to feel good, please.” He looked like a bobblehead as he nodded, putting his much larger hand over yours and giving it a squeeze, helping you to stroke him just how he liked, though anything from you would feel a million times better than his own hand. 

Addicted would be the word to describe it. Now that you had touched him, felt how hot and smooth his cock was in your hand, how pretty it looked all pink and wet and coated in your spit. Steve liked it messy and apparently so did you. You thought you were addicted to his cock, and you were, but nothing prepared you for the absolute filth that started spilling from him once he finally had your hand on him. It made you dizzy and out of breath and goddamn you would have to throw these panties in the trash after this. Absolutely ruined, just like you were. 

“Fuckin’ dreamed about this, ‘bout your hand on my cock, s’good, baby.”

“Don’t think I don’t see you squirming, honey. My pretty girl all wet ‘n needy and I haven’t even touched you. Bet you’re drenched and achy, huh?”

“Gonna make me cum, gonna make a mess of us but I bet you’ll be good and clean it up for me, won’t ya, bunny?”

He was babbling now and you could barely make sense of what he was saying but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t and you didn’t want to. His cock was slick with precum and your spit one of his hands guiding yours in quick strokes while his other was gripping the couch so hard his knuckles were white. 

“M’close, honey…so so close.”

“Please, Stevie…want it, I need it, please.” And that was all it took. No warning, your words taking him by surprise and hitting him like a punch to the gut. He took his hand off, bringing it to your hair and tugging you to him. It was a messy kiss, lips pressed together while he moaned against you, just breathing each other in while he cursed and whined, his hips stilling and you slowed, looking down just in time to see him cum. Your hand and his lower stomach was covered, his hand that was gripping the couch now thrown over his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. 

Chest and neck covered in sweat, he looked good. When he finally had gathered himself enough to look at you, he instantly regretted it. Instead of his innocent best friend, his sweet little bunny, he was looking at a little devil lapping at his cum on her hand like she hadn’t eaten in days. His softening cock twitched against his thighs and he stifled a groan when you hummed happily at the taste. 

“Christ, you’re gonna kill me.” You shrugged half heartedly, not even a little bit of you was sorry. 

“Can we finish the movie now, Stevie? I’ll probably pass out soon you wore me out, but I’m too tired to move.”

He looked down at you a little confused, your cheeks still pink and thighs still clenched together tightly. “You don’t…I can��I wanna take care of you too, sweetheart. Been dying to get a taste of you, know you’re sweet.”

You giggled and even though you were a mess, in every sense of the word, you didn’t think you could handle anymore and told him as such, eyes already feeling droopy and your body sagging against him. “Next time? Promise you can do anything you want to me next time but watching you cum was enough for me.” Your cheeks flamed as if you hadn’t just licked your best friend’s cum off your hand. 

“Alright, honey. Let’s finish your movie, you little vixen. Didn’t even take me out to dinner before you were drooling over my cock. A crime!” His smile was bright as you smacked at his chest and cursed him for teasing you.

You were sure that what had just happened would hit you soon and the panic would set in but for now you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you pressed a kiss to Steve’s bare chest and felt his grin against the top of your head. 

Did I mention I was fucked? 

[wroteclassicaly]

Summary: During your shift you overhear a conversation that kind of sends you spiraling.

Warnings: Language, angst, self-esteem issues, hurt with MAJOR comfort, and protective Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Wordcount: 1,924

A/N: Just a little something, cause’ I’m on my period and feeling it…

You aren’t acting like your usual self - zero pep in your step, no smiles from anything or for anyone. Steve doesn’t expect that from you all of the time, but he can sense something is majorly wrong. You simply give him a whispered hey as you climb into the beemer’s passenger, buckling your seatbelt and lowering your gaze to the small wallet you’d brought with you today. It’s when he leans across the console, leather creaking under his movements, to kiss you - that he is for surely locked in on something being up with you. You’re pulling yourself away from his lips before they can even touch your cheek.

At the start of your relationship, Steve was always doing checklists, to see if you were unnerved about, even the smallest of things (which never had anything to do with him, half the time, as he found out). He tried to go over what he could’ve done wrong, how he needed to fix that. But as the trust with the new stage of your relationship grew, the romance had cemented itself - Steve felt like he had to do this less and less with you. You were a team - secure and honest.

You, however, are caught into the expanse of your head, strangled by those vines that are always undoing themselves from their silence to torment you. Copious, self-negative, berating thoughts that are meant to tear you apart. You manage to see Steve frown in your peripheral, which makes your lips part in an attempt to start your explanation. He’s more than ready to receive.

“Hey, Harrington. You have a few minutes?”

That same sugary, sickly sweet voice from minutes prior. You and your boyfriend both look in time to see her blond hair lean into the window, arms propped, pink lined lips speaking, bangles accentuated on her thin wrists, and the overpowering scent of her fruity perfume. Your chest burns with the nerve of her, throat watering with unshed tears — your body feeling as if it’s slipped a flight of stairs for everyone to witness, see your smoldering humiliation as it crackles across your chest. Old Steve might be cocky, might even be rude. But your best-friend turned boyfriend - he is no longer that way.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” He’s a little hesitant, his focus coming back onto you. His knee juts from his foot bouncing on the floor, eager to leave her over bearing interjection into your conversation. He’s pissed at her and her friend standing idly nearby, as you begin to shut down what you were about to open up to him about.

Her friend giggles from beside her and you audibly swallow, using your pinky to play with the newest charm Steve had added to your bracelet (a little baseball glove, because you’re always ‘catching his heart’). It’s your tell-tale nervous sign, he’s aware. The girl in the window starts talking again before he can say anything. She shows off neon pink talons for nails, pearly whites grinning at Steve. “I just got these done about a half an hour ago. And something is wrong with my car, so I obviously need to pop the hood, but I don’t want to ruin them. Like, you know what I mean?”

The eye roll that leaves you, all emotions aside, Steve is amused by. He reaches for your hand, and you let him squeeze. “Do you mind, baby? I’ll just pop the hood and they can call someone if it needs something else done.”

This makes you feel a little better, the girl having to hide her displeasure underneath her smile, which turns into a smirk as Steve exits the car and follows them to her convertible. She makes a show in her tight tube top and jean shorts, not getting to the hood immediately. You only imagine what they’re saying to Steve. But you do remember what they’ve just said about you.

“I mean, he picks her up daily and I don’t even think she offers him gas money.”

You’d stopped organizing the front candy counter to lean around and listen in. Steve picks you up everyday, never asking for anything return - even if you always offer. They have to mean you, right? Your breath had started quickening, focus wavering. The rush of burgundy is within your sights as he pulls up storefront, shades on, head tilted back, arm out the window with a cigarette in hand.

“He’s dating her though, so why would she?”

“Please. He needs to be asked if he is. I don’t buy it, at all. I mean, Nancy Wheeler was a goody two shoes, but at least she was pretty. Buckley is a fucking motor mouth, but she’s also okay.”

Former insecurities when you got together. Even as a friend as you crushed on him, these thoughts had plagued you. You were heated, body light.

“He never dated Buckley.”

A deep sigh. “Obviously, but he clung to her like a puppy. He’s downgraded with this one. She’s been hanging on him for years and I don’t know if he warrants it or just tolerates it.”

Don’t make any noise, don’t say a word. You should stop listening, say something. All things that you didn’t do, just kept listening to them dump on you.

“She’s the real reason Harrington struck out all the time. WHO the fuck wants to date someone that allows a loser like that to be attached to their hip non-stop? I mean, is it a kind, charitable thing to do? Sure. But he needs to draw a line between the good and the bad, babe.”

Your dress had felt to tight on your body - one you wore to surprise Steve today. Excited to be with him for the weekend, casting aside conflicting schedules. Your face became dull, heartbeat slowing, eyes glossing over. You swore you could taste the acidic bile of breakfast on your tongue.

“She’s been that ugly two for one special, kills all of his chances by hanging around him. The real reason he struck out so much.”

You turn your back to the conversation, despite still having been able to hear it. No use in trying to block it out, for it had found you in surround sound.

“Didn’t he ask you on a date, Chelsea? And you turned him down?”

She scoffed. “My point exactly. She makes him less appealing. He’s just with her because he thinks that he should be, and because she’s the one that’s around him too much. He peaked in high school, but she’s certainly holding that fine ass of his back. Can you imagine the sex he’s wasting on that?”

You’re so caught up in your momentary memories, that you don’t even see Steve as he piles back into the car, his entire body lax, but his shoulders tense. His face holds a reserved softness for you. His voice, though, that takes on an entirely different undertone of mixed meanings - somewhere between a raging anger and a featherlight craving to provide solace. He’s saying something that takes you a few seconds to catch up with, your blurred vision noticeable. It confirms his suspicions that he’d accumulated by being hit on at the girl’s car.

“They came from your store, didn’t they? What did they say to you?” He sighs, trying to let that show, so that you don’t mistake it for annoyance.

“It’s… nothing. I’m okay.“

“Baby…” The way it’s practically pled, it makes you look at him. You meet concerned, slightly widened, mossy eyes, sun reflected in the enriching pools. His grown out caramel hair is a mess, shades pushed back to sit atop, his sun kissed skin visible through his white Kenny G shirt, along with overgrown chest hair, his chain length bracelet and neck chain (a gift from you for his latest birthday), and his ripped jeans he’d cut to make capri shorts.

He definitely shouldn’t be yours.

You reach to fiddle with the chain, that nervous habit back again. And Steve settles into your touch as it drums across his jugular. He tilts his head to kiss to the side of your fingers when they brush by. You pause to retreat, but he’s swift to take your hand in his, playing with your bracelet this time. How massive he looks in comparison.

You feel a calloused finger brush beneath your chin, bringing it up. His eyes are darting back and forth across your face. “Tell me what they said to you. I know that’s why you’re upset.”

“Were they talking about me?” Immediate humiliation settles in.

He’s quick to correct. “No, no. I just mean that when they started in with the flirting after I opened the hood, I was uncomfortable and I know you were. And I also remember that they did come from the video store, too.”

Your voice breaks and he slides his spare hand to your neck’s nape, bringing your forehead to his as you begin to tell him everything that was said. Safe to say, he’s NOT happy by the time that you’re finished, and he does a double take to look for their car. It’s already gone and he curses. “Shit. That’s fucking bullshit!”

He can’t fathom the process that he went through as you told him each and every single word heard. His tongue is tied, he wants to plead with you to know that it’s not true, that all of those things have NEVER been like that. There’s only one truth. And so, he tries with all his heart to explain it to you.

“God, honey, you have to know that when I’m with you, I don’t see anything else, can’t see anyone else. For years, it’s always just been you. I don’t care about who I was before. The man I am now, he wants his life to be with yours. He’s pretty gone on you, like in a stupid, I’ll almost die for you again, even when you tell me not to - kind of way, and probably more.”

Your heart rate has started speeding up again, caught beneath your breastbone, trying to find your throat, but can’t get through its tightness. You’re openly crying now, to which Steve solves by thumbing away, the bridge of his nose nudging yours, mouth laying his next statement in to cross. “Words, they’re not my strong point, you know that. But I want you to know that I’d learn a fucking dictionary in every single language if it meant I could tell you in better terms, how much you mean to me, how perfect you are, how beautiful, funny, and smart, how sexy, how tough, how loyal, how honest, how creative, how strong, and so much fuckin’ more... How what they said was the farthest thing from the truth, that they’re just jealous, airheaded bimbos.”

You let your palms find his face, the ache in your body causing a prickling in your toes. You’re pliant against his chest as he unbuckles your belt and his, pinching your waist and using his forearm to halfway hoist you middle way over the console to meet his mouth, all the while he’s whispering between every kiss, “I love you. I love you. So fucking much. I love you, honey.”

You don’t have to stop kissing to tell him that you love him back. Steve can feel it in the way that you hold onto him, tears changing, rolling from your cheeks and dripping onto his lips. I love you.

[briarberrythornedhart]

Just Friends Just Catching Feelings

Everyone else had left.

Eddie looked at you. Asleep, curled up on his couch with your head on his thigh for a pillow.

You’d fallen asleep somehow during Poltergeist 2. One minute you had your face covered and were jumping at every sound and then you were out like a light!

Eddie didn’t want to wake you up - he didn't want you to leave.

You’d declared you were gonna be best of friends after knowing him for what?? 2 hours.

His friend.

Just resting your head so innocently on him - one hand shoved under his thigh to keep warm, presumably. Like it was no big thing.

And it wasn’t, he guessed, for you. Probably did this with any and all friends? Got all close and snuggly?

He imagined his other friends falling asleep on his lap - Gareth? Jeff? He’d have pushed them off the couch and laughed at them. Teased them that they should take him out to dinner first.

If it had been Steve he’d have figured it was a come on and asked him out to dinner first.

But it was you. So he was trying to figure out if it was better to let you sleep on the couch or, carry you to his room and sleep on the couch himself.

Like a gentleman.

But it was you.

So he was wishing you didn’t just want to be friends.

But it was you.

And so he’d pulled the blanket you’d stolen off his bed because you were ‘chilly’ up over your shoulder and let his hand stay there.

You turned, flipped on your back with a murmur, which made his hand — that was completely innocent on your shoulder — slide to your chest and touch your nipple. He froze. He felt it through your shirt against his fingers.

His fingers WANTED to find the tender parts of you. He knew he should stop and pull his hand away but he caressed you with his thumb instead And Felt So Forbiddon and Pervy but also - Because it was YOU he didn’t stop.

Only when he drew his hand away to place it across the couch back and pretend this never happened - you opened your eyes and looked at him and he felt his face go hot and red.

“Hey s-sleepyhead.” He stuttered out.

“It’s okay, you know.” you said. Your face was all pink and you sounded nervous too.

“Uh... what’s okay?” Eddie didn’t want to play dumb but maybe you were still partially asleep? Maybe you didn’t feel his hand on you?

“It’s - like - No big deal if you touch me. I was the one who cuddled up to you. So it’s totally cool. If you don’t mind that I Feel Things.”

“What do you mean...feel things?” Because. Eddie felt things too. The hairs on the back of his neck and the heat from your head on his thigh and his dick ignoring the JUST friends RULES and getting hard and reaching for you.

“I -I mean. Like if you touch me then I’m gonna get turned on.” You stuttered.

But it was you.

And he didn’t just want to make you horny. He Absolutely did want that - but not NOT JUST that.

“I shouldn’t have...like... felt you up.” Eddie started. “I'm sorry.”

“It was an accident?” Your eyes went wide. Eddie knew he’d fucked up somehow. Again.

Eddie thought about Bob Ross “It was a happy accident.”

You sat up and laid a kiss on his surprised face. “That was on purpose.”

[sidekick-hero]

on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs

(steddie | explicit | 2.8k | @kinktober2023 prompt 'titfucking' | AO3)

Summary: Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest. Okay, drop the a little.

Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest.

Okay, drop the a little.

It's just that Eddie never really had a thing for chests. He's always been an ass man, and Steve's is gorgeous, round and firm. Perfect for biting and squeezing and spanking, with the way it jiggled at the impact, showing off a delicious red imprint of Eddie's hand.

Sure, back in high school, Eddie may have ogled the swim team more than once. He definitely noticed Steve's strong back and smooth chest, imagined them between his legs more than once as he lay in bed late at night. He's only human, after all.

But the sight of it hadn't made him almost delirious with lust.

So why can't he control himself when he sees it now, in all its hairy glory?

They only started fooling around a few weeks ago, so everything they do is new and exciting to Eddie.

He still thinks that touching Steve's hairy tits will never get old. To be able to bury his face in that thick patch of hair, to rub his cheek against it. To lick at them and scrape his teeth over every tantalizing inch before focusing all his attention on Steve's dusky pink nipples until Steve is a quivering mess.

It will never get old to have Steve on his lap, humping his leg while Eddie gets him off with just his hands and his mouth on his tits.

If Steve has noticed his obsession, he hasn't said anything about it yet. But sometimes he gives Eddie this calculating look, like he's trying to solve a puzzle, and it makes him feel like he's under a microscope, his deepest, darkest desires dissected.

He wonders if Steve likes what he finds.

Because Steve has his own obsessions, and honestly, it makes Eddie feel a little better.

Steve has an oral fixation if Eddie has ever seen one. He has to have his mouth on Eddie all the time, biting, licking, sucking every inch of him that he can reach. Eddie's skin is a canvas of bruises and bite marks most of the time and it gets harder and harder to hide them. Steve also loves to have his mouth stuffed, to lie there with his head in Eddie's lap and Eddie's cock in his mouth. Just holding it, sucking on the head from time to time until Eddie can't take it anymore. Until he snaps and has to fuck Steve's throat.

Today, Steve decided to put his mouth on a new, uncharted part of Eddie's body.

During their make out session, Steve had urged Eddie to move up on his body as he lay on the bed, pulling him higher and higher. For a moment, Eddie had hoped that Steve wanted him to sit on that gorgeous chest, the thick hair tickling his balls and giving him the equivalent of a beard burn between his cheeks as he writhed on it. Maybe even with Steve sucking on his cock until Eddie was ready, until his balls were tight and he could coat Steve's face with his cum. His neck and perhaps, hopefully, his chest as well. His cum trickling down, catching in the fur covering Steve's tits and matting them as it dries.

But Steve has a different idea, because he wants Eddie to go higher, until Eddie has no choice but to get on his knees as he shuffles forward.

"On my face. I want you to sit on my face."

Eddie is very proud of himself for not coming right away.

"Are you sure?" He forces himself to ask, because as much as the thought turns his insides to molten lava, Steve's comfort is more important. He doesn't want him to do something just because he thinks Eddie wants him to.

The way Steve licks his lips with a look on his face that can only be described as ravenous tells Eddie that it's something Steve wants as well.

"Yeah, come on, I want to suck your balls so bad."

There goes his self-control. Grabbing the base of his leaking cock to keep himself in check, Eddie scrambles to his feet on the mattress. At Steve's questioning look, he tells him in a voice that's more breathless than he'd like to admit, "The other way around. I wanna touch you."

With that, Eddie turns and straddles Steve's face.

He's met with wet warmth, Steve's eager mouth open and waiting beneath him. His sack disappears into it and the heat rushing through him spreads from his groin up his chest and onto his face. Something about this position really gets to him, it seems.

He feels dirty and vulnerable, like he's exposing some secret part of himself to Steve. Like he's offering himself, hoping he's enough.

He seems to be, judging by the way Steve hungrily licks his balls, spit dribbling out and wetting the skin of his thighs, his taint, the crease of his groin. With his mouth full and his nose pressed against Eddie's taint, Eddie begins to worry about how he's even breathing. That's why he lifts himself back up onto his knees and carefully pulls out his heavy balls.

The protesting whine that comes from Steve at the loss will haunt Eddie in the best possible way.

"'m sorry, but as much as I love the enthusiasm, I was worried you were going to choke to death. And not in a sexy way. I mean, it would be in a sexy way, but it wouldn't be sexy, and I have no idea what I'm saying, so I'm going to stop talking now."

Steve huffs under him, tickling the wet skin of his balls, making his cock twitch, and why the hell did Eddie stop? If Steve wanted to choke Eddie, who was he to deny him?

Maybe he did it because he really likes having Steve in his life, breathing and nagging and teasing in a way that keeps Eddie coming back for more almost every day. Makes him want to be sweet, even when they're doing the nasty.

Maybe Eddie stopped because he was in love with Steve and wanted to be sure that Steve enjoyed himself as much as Eddie did.

"How are you even real?" Steve asks, his voice thick before Eddie hears him swallow the excessive spit in his mouth. "Did you really just stop me from sucking your balls? Because I might choke?"

He sounds so incredulous it makes Eddie's hackles rise. "I'm sorry for caring, it won't happen again," he almost snarls, trying to stand up all the way, only to be stopped by Steve's strong arms wrapping around his thighs from below.

"Would you... That's not what I meant. God, Robin's right, I had to fall for someone even more obtuse than me. I was trying to -"

"Fall for?" Eddie rudely interrupts whatever Steve is about to say. He doesn't care because his mind is stuck on those two words. Again he tries to stand up, to turn around and look at his face, but Steve's arms are like vices around his legs. Normally he loves how strong those arms are, but right now he's cursing them.

"Of course you'd focus on that," Steve sighs in defeat, and Eddie feels like they've skipped a few chapters in the book, from entering Moria straight to Gandalf the White.

"Uh, yeah, because just a few minutes ago you had my balls in your mouth, and then you were mocking me, and now you... you say that! While I'm still sitting on your fucking face. So forgive me for being confused."

Despite fighting a monster in another dimension, this may be the most surreal moment of his life.

Still hiding his face against Eddie's ass, Steve groans. "We wouldn't be in this situation if you'd just let me eat you out like I wanted to. But you had to go and be all sweet and caring and a total dork, so you can't really blame me for being in love with you, okay?"

Steve Harrington has just confessed his love to him while Eddie sits buck naked on his face, his hairy balls just inches from his gorgeous mouth.

He's not sure if this is the absolute best or worst story to be told at their wedding.

Not ready to spring his wedding plans on Steve just yet, Eddie settles for another confession. "The only thing I love more than your glorious hairy chest is you, so I guess you can't blame me for trying to be sweet, okay?"

It's not the most romantic declaration of love, nothing about it screams Hollywood romance. But it screams them, Steve and Eddie, in all their perfectly aligned asymetries.

"I knew you were obsessed with my chest, you're like that Gollum guy with his stupid ring every time I take my shirt off," Steve complains in mock indignation, the tension finally breaking and Eddie can't help but laugh, his hole body shaking with it.

"God, I love you, Steve Harrington."

Steve's dull nails dig into the flesh of his thighs at the words and something shifts in the air again. Suddenly he's being pushed from behind, still crouched on his haunches, shuffling forward until he's no longer sitting on Steve's face, but on his upper chest. Steve's collarbone digs into the flesh of his upper thigh and ass, his cock, still almost fully hard, hovers over the object of his obsession: the thick patch of hair between Steve's tits.

When Steve's voice comes from behind him, Eddie can hear the smile in it. "I figured we both deserve to get what we want. I eat you out and you can fuck my chest. What do you say?"

Eddie's cock twitches at Steve's words, at the thought of finally being able to rut against the coarse fur, of being allowed to fuck Steve's tits while having Steve's infamous mouth on him. "I say I don't deserve you. Can't believe you let me do this."

"Not exactly a hardship. Can't wait to taste you." The words are soft, almost sweet.

No more words follow, just Steve gripping his thighs for leverage as he lifts his head and places his broad, wet tongue against Eddie's hole. Eddie jerks at the sensation. It feels like a bolt of lightning running up his spine and down again to pool hotly in his groin. His cock is fully hard again, twitching at the way Steve's tongue laps over the sensitive rim, catching at the opening every now and then, teasing the tip to slip inside.

The sounds falling from his mouth are loud and he tries hard to stifle them. Not because he's ashamed, or because anyone might hear (not here in Steve's big and empty house), but because he doesn't want to miss the fucking filthy sounds Steve makes as he eats him out. Slurping and grunting like a man possessed. He had heard the legends about Steve Harrington's mouth, probably everyone at school had, but he thought the stories were greatly exaggerated.

They were not.

For a long moment, Eddie can't help but take it, sitting pliantly on Steve's chest as his soul is sucked out of his body through his asshole. It's only when Steve chuckles against the wet and sensitive skin he's all but mauled with that mouth of his that Eddie is jolted out of his horny stupor.

"My chest no longer does it for you, Munson?" Steve teases. Smug asshole, Eddie thinks, but when he looks down at his neglected cock he finds it straining at him, an angry red and so fucking wet for Steve. There's already a puddle of pre-cum in Steve's chest hair and the sight of it makes him groan. His hips buck of their own accord and he angles them down to push his cock right through the mess he has already made.

"Yeah, that's it, baby. Fuck my tits, I know you want to. How long you been thinking about it, huh?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

Eddie moans, loud and reedy. His hips stutter back and forth between Steve's eager mouth and the delicious friction against his cock.

"Fucking forever. Wanted to do this on the fucking boat when you pulled your shirt off and showed us your hairy tits. Monster or no monster, all I could think about was getting you on your back and pushing your tits together so I could fuck between them."

Eddie is so turned on by everything they're doing that his mouth is running away from him, spilling all his secrets, all his dirty fantasies. Steve eats them all up, licking them out of his ass and chasing them with his cock as it humps the air. Eddie vows to put his mouth on it as soon as he comes.

"Then what the hell are you waitin' for? Go on. Take it. Want you to."

It's all the invitation Eddie needs and he leans forward to grab Steve's tits and squeeze them together like he'd dreamed. The new angle allows Steve's tongue to go even deeper and just as Eddie begins to slide his wet cock between the hard flesh, Steve adds a finger to his tongue. Eddie knows he won't be able to last long, but it doesn't matter.

Steve loves him.

Him.

He's sure they'll do this again. Many times, if he had his way.

The friction of fucking between Steve's tits is amazing. They're not big or anything, but with the coarse hair scratching the sensitive head and the hard muscles pressing against his shaft, it's just... perfect. He wonders if he could write a song about this. Thinks he should. Steve's tits deserve a song.

The movement of his hips becomes more erratic as Eddie chases his climax, spurred on by the way Steve all but devours him. He's up to two fingers now, the glide eased only by his spit, and it burns so good, the way he spears Eddie open to shove his tongue between his fingers. Keeping him open, exposed.

Eddie has never felt more vulnerable. More loved.

The hair on Steve's chest is soaked with Eddie's sweat and pre-cum, and his cock is almost scratched raw. He always knew he was a freak, and the way he delights in the pleasure-pain of it all proves him right. He doesn't care, it doesn't matter.

Because Steve loves him.

It's that thought that makes him clench hard, a telltale sign that he's about to break. It's the way Steve twists his fingers just right inside him and bites his cheek that makes the coil inside finally snap, and he’s spilling in messy spurts all over Steve's chest, his hairy belly. A few drops even land on Steve's own cock and he moans behind Eddie at the sensation.

It feels like Eddie is coming forever, until his legs shake and tremble and his moans turn to whimpers.

Even as he tries to catch his breath, he notices how Steve keeps squirming and bucking, like he's chasing his own release but can't find the friction he needs. Eddie is happy to help, even though his shuffle forward looks like a young giraffe trying to take its first steps and he lands face first and with a loud huff on Steve's belly.

There it is, right in front of him, the glistening head of the most perfect cock Eddie has ever seen. Not that he's seen many, but he's sure that none looks as beautiful, as thick and veiny as Steve's. He takes the head in his mouth and begins to suck, little kitten licks at the slit before swirling his tongue around it. Opening his mouth and flattening his tongue, he sinks down on it, taking Steve deep into his throat.

Steve might not be the only one with an oral fixation.

He would be lying if he said it did not fill him with warmth and pride that this is all it takes for Steve to spill down his throat, already so wound up from having his tongue and fingers inside Eddie while Eddie fucked his tits.

Eddie pulls away from Steve's cock as it shoots down his throat. He lets it slip free, adding Steve's cum to the puddle that's already on Eddie's stomach.

Gathering all his strength, he swings himself off Steve and onto the mattress next to him. But instead of lying down, he leans over the mess he just made and begins to lap it up. Above him, Steve moans, exhausted and turned on in equal measure, judging by the sound of it. His cock gives a valiant twitch and Eddie wishes he could get hard again so quickly.

But he can't, so he leans over to Steve and feeds him their mixed cum with his tongue, looking forward to the next time they do this.

Judging by the way Steve's big hands roam up and down his back, pulling him down onto his body as he moans into Eddie's mouth at the taste of them, it won't be long at all.

God, Eddie loves him.

[navnae]

For the past few months Steve has been going on and on about a girl he’s seeing, well that’s what he told his parents. Steve didn’t really know how to tell his parents that he liked men and women while also having a metal head boyfriend as well. It seemed like a lot for him to tell them in one day but eventually he had to.

“Steve you’re making me nervous.” Eddie said while watching his boyfriend walk back and forth in his trailer. He understood for some people that their families weren’t supportive of how they live their lives and who they live it with. Eddie never had to deal with that because his uncle supported him no matter what and treated him the same way. Steve on the other hand was new to being in a steady relationship and dating a guy for the first time, Eddie had to let him deal with it all the best way could find.

“I’m sorry,” Steve stopped in front of Eddie who was sitting on the couch. He had all these images in his head about what could happen when he finally tells them. What will they think? What would his dad think? He quit basketball a few years earlier and that really pissed him off for awhile, Steve could only imagine the insults about how he wasn’t participating in sports because he became a “sissy” or he was influenced by kids at school. “I just want them to support me, support us.”

“Hey. Come here.” Eddie pulled Steve onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist giving him a tight squeeze in the process. Eddie caressed the side of Steve’s cheek, a light pink appearing on them. He something in Steve that he’s never seen before and it made his chest tighten. Fear was all over Steve’s face with tears forming in his eyes.

“Eddie, what if they hate me or tell me that I’m a mistake? I don’t think I can handle-“ Steve started to ramble and the tears just came running down his face. He started breathing heavily as his thoughts completely consumed him. Eddie pulled him closer and let him lay his head on his chest. He gently brushed Steve’s hair with his fingers trying to calm him down.

“Everything is going to be ok. They’re still going to love you Steve, look at me.” Eddie lifted Steve’s head so their eyes met. His big brown eyes were filled with tears and he struggled to keep eye contact.

“And if they don’t that’s on them. I love you and nothing or no one is going to change that.” Eddie spoke softly. Steve started to calm down a little after being reassured by Eddie’s words. Maybe he was overthinking everything and his parents would love him still. Steve admired Eddie’s delicate nature when he comforted him. He tucked a strand of loose hair behind Eddie’s ear and took in all of the beauty of his boyfriend.

“What did I do to deserve you.” Steve said softly while tracing over Eddie’s tattoos that were on his arm. Eddie took Steve’s hand and placed it near his mouth to give it small kisses.

“Being your authentic self made me fall for you and I’m not sure I’ll ever stop.” Eddie leaned in and captured Steve’s lips. They kissed each other slowly, letting their movements stay at a gentle pace. It felt like the first time when they kissed during a firework show during the Fourth of July. A spark began between them that day and they’ve been together ever since, truly young love.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too.”

-

Today was the day that Steve was going to tell his parents about his relationship with Eddie. He prepared himself for the worst that could happen and Eddie scolded him about doing so. They got dressed for the evening to have dinner with Steve’s parents. Eddie thought it would be a good idea to be present when Steve explained to his parents about their relationship.

Steve thought it would’ve been better if it happens gradually but Eddie said there wouldn’t be a better time then to do this now. It felt like ages when when Steve finally pulled up to his parents house and he saw the house lights on. Eddie held his hand, squeezing it tightly to reassure him again that everything will be alright.

Both of them walked towards the front door hesitating on who should knock first. Steve was the one to knock since he was going to be the one doing most of the talking. The door opened and Steve’s dad was the first person Steve had to deal with first. His dad had a confused look on his face before quickly giving a small smile to both boys.

“Long time no see son.” Steve’s dad joked but it was obvious that he was trying to understand the situation at hand. He wanted to say more to Steve, instead he silently let both of them inside the house. Steve noticed the way his dad was looking at Eddie and his stomach was already turning with fear. His mom swiftly entered the living room making the vibe kind of brighter. She hugged Steve so tight that he didn’t think that she would ever let him go.

“My baby boy, I’ve missed you so much. Oh… excuse my manners, hello.” Steve’s mom reached her hand out to shake Eddie’s hand. Eddie shook her hand and showed a charming smile.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eddie.” Eddie introduced himself. He didn’t show any signs of nervousness around Steve’s parents and that made Steve feel better about tonight. She kept her smile but now she was the one with a confused look on her face.

“Steve you didn’t tell us you were bringing a friend.” Steve’s mom said in a sweet tone even though those words weren’t meant to be. His dad chimed in almost immediately after looking somewhat angry.

“We said this was going to be a family night. You’re mother prepared a meal that would only be able to feed me, her, you and your girlfriend that you said you were bringing.” Steve’s dad made sure to glare at Eddie as he spoke. Steve knew it was time to step in because he refused to let his dad try to make Eddie feel bad in any type of way.

“There was a change of plans because,” Steve paused to look at his parents and Eddie. His heart was beating so fast as he prepared what he was going to say. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

Steve’s parents were shocked to hear him say that. Steve hated that he lied to them for so long but he was trying to find the appropriate time to tell them. Eddie looked at Steve and gently rubbed his back, ignoring the looks that his parents were giving him.

“For awhile I was dating someone and it was never “the perfect girl” that you guys imagined, instead I met the perfect boy,” Steve held Eddie’s hand while trying to ease his nerves.

“Mom, dad, I have a boyfriend and he’s the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Steve finally got the words out of his mouth. He felt his body get lighter after being able to express his feelings after several months of hiding them. Eddie was proud of Steve for doing something so major even though it scared him to death and he didn’t know what the outcome was going to be.

Steve’s parents are silent for awhile as they looked at their son and his boyfriend that they were just finding out about. Steve’s mom walked over to Eddie and pulled him into an embrace. She started to tear up as she held him in her arms.

“Thank you for making baby happy.” She whispered so only Eddie could hear. Eddie wasn’t an emotional guy but right now he wasn’t too far from tearing up either. She pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“You’re not mad?” Steve asked her just like he was a child. She laughed at his cuteness and shook her head. He hugged his mom tightly when she got closer. She kissed the top of his forehead once they separated. Steve was feeling good until he realized that his dad hadn’t said anything for the past few minutes. Steve’s dad walked towards him and lolled at him. Steve wasn’t in the mood to argue but if he had to he wasn’t going to back down.

“Steve,” he began to speak with a serious tone. Steve waited for the insults to come out and disrupt the peace. He clenched his fist as his dad stood in front of him.

“If that’s all can we please eat the food now I’m starving.” Steve’s dad joked and gave him a pat on the back. Eddie and Steve looked at each other being completely speechless. His dad sat at the kitchen table and started to eat. “Hey guys! The food is still warm, let’s have a nice family dinner shall we.”

“Told you.” Eddie pulled Steve in for a kiss and they went into the kitchen a joined his parents for dinner.

[starrystevie]

steve harrington, luxury hotel heir, who wants nothing to do with the family empire. steve who remembers running away from every hotel he was dragged to as early as his memories allow, who stood in the lobbies and screamed until his throat was raw and his mother was so embarrassed she would take him outside.

he grows up knowing it’s in his cards to take everything over once he gets old enough and he despises it. the very idea of being in charge of the hotel chain has his skin crawling, electricity humming through his veins, makes the joint in his jaw constantly tense. rebelling isn’t really an option, not unless he wants to be kicked to the curb, so steve fights back in the smallest ways possible. he grows his hair a little too long, he wears his muddy reebok sneakers with his fancy suits at dinner parties, he snorts out a laugh with a roll of his eyes when his father introduces him as the future of the company.

it all gets to be too much. when steve, freshly 24 and old enough to take on more responsibility, tells his father that he won’t do it, that he won’t be a pawn in their game anymore, he gets cut off. credit cards canceled, fancy loft apartment lease forcibly broken by his father, access to the garages of bmws and mercedes taken away. he could get it all back, return to the ice of luxury he always knew, only if he could prove to his father that he could be a leader the company is proud of.

which is how steve finds himself working at the front desk at a smaller property of theirs in a place that should be named bumfuck, indiana. it’s the only hotel in town, which keeps them steadily busy with a bustling lobby bar and restaurant, as they’re the only lodging for out of town guests. he hates it, hates being confined behind the desks he’d look at with disdain as a kid in uncomfortable slacks and button downs that mirror his uniform now. he has to smile and schmooze and works off upgrade commissions and force himself to not stare off into space during the slow hours, imagining a life that could have been.

he’s been working there a little over a month when summer hours start and the lobby band comes back for the busy nights. it’s nothing exciting, a jazz band of sorts complete with a sax, but their guitarist catches his eye. he’s all long hair and smirks, leather and boots, and exactly the type of person mommy and daddy harrington would lose their minds over. he’s a way of rebelling all on his own in a gorgeously perfect package.

steve catches his eye as they’re setting up next to the bar for the night. the wink he confidently flashes causes the guitarist to stumble a bit before sending back a wave and a shy grin of his own, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. there’s a phrase rattling around in the back of his head, something about not mixing work and play, but all steve can think of is tangling their fingers and pressing a kiss to the man’s temple before running away wherever together with his father’s angry face fading away behind them.

it’s too tempting of an idea not to try, especially when the guitarist keeps looking at steve with the same look he’s sure to be giving him. especially when they’re both ducking their heads with upturned lips only to glance back up and have their eyes meet again and again. especially when he comes over to the desk after the band's first set and slides a piece of paper with a name and phone number over to steve dotted with x’s and o’s and a smiley face.

and the thing that bothers steve the most is that something amazing could come out of this whole mess and he'd owe it to his father for giving it to him. he's still going to try, though, especially because some hotel band guitarist named eddie is smiling at him like that.

[thorniest-rose]

............ okay now im continuing to have thoughts about gareth and eddie

watching basketball practice or games, lurking under the bleachers, muttering to each other as steve harrington bounces around the court, all lean, slim arms and pretty thighs and bouncing hair and of course that round ass of his. imagining sneaking into the locker room after the game or practice, one of them behind him and the other in front as they corner him in the shower.

and like ,, eddie doing his tabletop speeches and declarations but he keeps slipping in reference to pretty princess steve, to the pretty golden boy, to the way he'd absolutely look so pretty on his knees. they're little lines but they confuse the fuck out of steve, who blushes and thinks about it late at night. and eddie doesn't care if the jocks all call himself a f*g when he does. gareth, less theatrical than eddie but the lyricist of the band; starts slipping steve little notes during class or into his locker. lines abojt mole-freckled skin and pink mouths and a pretty boy with a fuck-me mouth / on his knees begging let me suck you down.

oh my god??? Okay, obsessed with the idea of the two of them watching Steve as he plays basketball. Just know they'd love it, seeing Steve stripped down to his little team uniform, or at practice when he's just in his shorts and peels his t-shirt off when he gets too hot. The two of them practically drooling at the sight of his gleaming freckled chest. They probably steal the t-shirt when he's not looking, take it back to Eddie's so they can smell his sweat on the material and pass it between them to jerk off with it.

But omg I love the idea of them talking to him when they're at school too. Eddie always the more confident and daring one, getting right up into Steve's space when he's alone and calling him "pretty boy", telling him how darling he looks, how precious, laying it on so thick because it's funny and Steve blushes so sweet. From embarrassment and maybe because he likes it just a little.

Gareth, the quieter and more sensible of the two, doesn't think they should be talking to Steve at all, or drawing attention to the two of them, because one of these days they're gonna get beaten up by Steve's asshole jock friends, but Eddie can't help himself, he loves it when Steve's giving them attention even if it means he's annoyed. But Gareth also can't help staring at Steve, and like you said omg, leaving little notes for him?? Lyrics?? He never puts his name on them but watches from a distance when Steve finds them tucked between the pages of his books, and even though he frowns and goes pink, he never throws them in the trash either and Gareth loves the thought of Steve taking them home and maybe putting them on his bedside table where he can read them before he goes to sleep. Wonders if maybe Steve touches himself after reading them, all flustered from the praise and pretty words, and gets so hard thinking about it he has to go to the boys' bathroom and find an empty cubicle so he can jerk off. Something Eddie makes fun of him endlessly for doing, as if Eddie's not doing exactly the same.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Is it hot in here or is it just me?

Pairing: Steddie x plus!size reader

A/N: Okie Dokie. I'm feeling inspired. I know the last part wasn't real smutty. However, I feel like a lot of Steddie fics never really start at the beginning of the relationship. Thanks for reading and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. So without further Ado. This is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I also watched breaking dawn when I was writing this. So it might have come through.

Warnings: 18+ Smut, sexual implications, oral (female receiving), masturbation (male and female receiving), language, pet names like a mofo, angst, fluff, after care, and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: How you ended up with not 1 but 2 boyfriends is beyond you. Why Eddie and Steve are into your thickness is strange but, they make you feel like a queen.

Part 2

Your very first date was with Steve. You were actually very nervous. You have been talking to him and Eddie on the phone for 2 weeks. But you haven't seen them since the night at the diner. Steve worked and went to the local college trying to get ahead of his school work. Eddie worked at the auto shop during the summer. And you. You spent the days with Liz and nights she would talk you into going out. You would go with her a few times a week. But you much rather talk to Eddie and Steve.

Every day that week she brought a guy home. You had moved your suitcase out of her room now making the couch your permanent bed. It was okay though. It was really comfy. You imagined this is what it would be like if you and Liz were roommates. Her parents were on vacation in Italy this summer so it was just you and her for the entire summer. Well you her and some random dude. You spent a good portion of the nights talking to Eddie. He was always up late despite him having to go to work early the next morning. He really liked the tea you gave him but if he drank it he wouldn't be able to talk to you.

You liked Eddie more than you cared to admit. He was really similar in the ways that surprised you. His kindness was a total contrast to his rough exterior. He was honestly very sweet. Since you were getting close to Eddie so fast Steve felt out of the loop. That's why they decided for you to go out with him first. So you could get to know him. And you really wanted to know Steve.

There was just a thing about him. His confidence. The way he walked. He just seemed like every girl's dream guy. But there was something deeper there. Something beyond his charm and good looks. And you couldn't wait to find out what it was.

You let Liz help choose an outfit for that Friday night. You guys went to the mall and she showed you so many sun dresses. She tried to get you to get a baby pink one but she settled for a black one with sunflowers on it. It was a strapped dress that fell just past your knees. She had picked out some cute strappy wedges to go along with the dress. To be honest you thought you looked really nice in it. That was until your arms stood out like a sore fucking thumb. Liz saw your face in the mirror and hugged you.

" Babes, common. You look so pretty. "

You blinked the tears away. "I'm sorry Lizzy. You know how I get."

" Yes I do. So stop it. You are beautiful. And Steve's gonna love you in it."

" I think I'm gonna grab a sweater."

Liz frowned but knew it was something that would make you feel better. So she went to get you a cardigan that matched the color of the flowers. When you were getting ready for the date she did your hair. She put it half up and half down and curled it a little. She tried to put on makeup on you but all you let her get away with was mascara and lipstick. She wanted you to wear red but you said it was too much. That Steve wouldn't recognize you. So she put on something a little closer to your natural lip color. You rubbed your lips together and popped them.

" Okay I'm ready."

You chewed the inside of your cheek waiting for him outside. You hoped he liked how you looked. You wanted to smoke so bad. But you didn't want the smell of it to over power your perfume. So you stood there picking at your nails when he finally came. He rushed out of the driver side carrying flowers. He stopped mid stride when he got a good look at you. He shook his head and ran his hand through his hair. He was blushing.

" Wow! You look...wow!"

"Thank you." You blushed too.

" Uhh hey sweetheart." He came and hugged you

He breathed you in and his senses went haywire. You smelled so good and you looked so great and you felt so soft. You were absolutely perfect.

" I just can't believe how amazing you look." He said pulling away and handed you the flowers.

You smelled them." Thank you. But Steve you're already taking me out. No need for the compliments."

" Baby girl. I will always compliment you. So you better get used to it."

He kissed your cheek and opened the door for you. You slid in making sure not to flash him. He buckled you in and closed the door. He jogged to the drivers side and got in. He grinned at you.

" Ready sweetheart?"

" Ready." You beamed at him.

That was the most stunning smile he had ever seen. That smile and that smile alone let him know everything he needed to know about you. You were definitely the right girl for them.

Every time he would glance at you, you would feel butterflies in your stomach. And when he smiled your face felt hot. It was sheer torture being next to this man. The way he talked was just so pleasing. He was a bit quiet though. He seemed kinda shy. Not at all like how he was at the diner.

He took you to dinner at this little pizza place you suggested. You guys were having a great conversation about all things Steve. He protested a bit. But he knew this was his chance to get you to like him the way you liked Eddie. He was just about to tell you about his terrible senior year when someone walking in.

"Hi Steve."

His demnor changed as the girl approached the table.

"H-Hey Nancy."

There was obvious tension there. She was very pretty and thin. She had some of the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. She looked over to you and smiled.

" Hi. I'm Nancy Wheeler." She held out her hand to you.

You smiled and took it. " Hello. I'm Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you."

"uhh how's Johnathan?" Steve asked

" He's good. He's in the car. You want to say hi?"

"Uhh no that's alright. I'm on a date." He said nodding to you.

" Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. It was really nice meeting you." She smiled in your direction.

You returned it and nodded.

"You guys take care."

Steve waved but he didn't look happy. You watched him as he watched her leave. There it was. You just knew it. That's the girl who broke his heart. He had mentioned a girl before but now you could put the face to the name. He looked upset. You didn't know what to say so you just hugged him. You felt his stiffened body relax in your arms.

" Do you want to talk about it?" You said as you pulled away and leaned back into your chair.

He held your hand. "I..."

" It's ok if you don't want to."

" No I do. I want to tell you everything."

" okay. Whenever you're ready. I'm all ears."

He chuckled. " It uhh took a long time and many girls to get over her.... I-I still love her. But, I'm not in love with her anymore. I used to picture us getting married and having kids. But she didn't see that with me."

" Oh."

Steve heard the sadness in your voice. " I...I'm sorry."

" No don't be. I understand that. Being in love with someone who doesn't feel the same way."

" It's just. I don't know. I'm different now. I still want the same things. But now...I know what I want and what Eddie wants is not the "ideal" type of thing everyone sees. But, we want to find someone who accepts us you know. Who doesn't mind the situation."

" Do you ever think of maybe having a monogamous relationship with Eddie?"

" uhh no. I mean he's my best pal. And I like him. But we need a girl. Well not just any girl. But someone who sees us and doesn't judge. Someone who sees us individually and together."

He smiled. " I know you do. That's why we are doing this. Because we want to build something with you."

" I see you." You said just above a whisper

You were looking for the right words to say. You had this burning question that was eating at you.

" But why me? You guys can have any girl you want?"

" Yeah maybe. But we don't want just any girl. There is something about you that silently spoke to us."

" But what if this isn't what I want."

He frowned. " if you don't want this. We could just be friends."

" What if I just want you?"

" You don't like Eddie?"

" I-I do. I like him a lot. But it's just a question."

" If that's what you want I'm sure Eddie would understand."

" Umm and if I want Eddie?"

He sighed. " Then I would have to be okay with that."

For some reason his answers were comforting. You did like the idea of having just one guy. But how could you choose? They were just so perfect in their own ways. You only wished they were one. How could you possibly juggle 2 guys? There was just 1 of you. How could you show them equal attention. And why would they pick you out of all people? What was so special about you?

Steve could see you lost in your mind. He didn't want you to overthink the situation. At least not so early on. He really did want to have a girlfriend and to do things that couples do. But he wanted it with Eddie there. He and Eddie changed so much this past year. And it was comforting to know Eddie had his back when it came to finding one girl. Sure it wasn't the norm to be in a 3 way relationship. But he and Eddie didn't care what others thought. They just need someone to fill the hole in their hearts. And their sights were set on you. Because well you were different. You rejected their advances when no other girl did. You spoke up for yourself when you felt uncomfortable. You were a nice innocent girl who seemed to be very protective of your heart. And he just knew that you would protect his and Eddie's with everything you had. That's why they picked you. Because you were special. And sure you were so damn gorgeous and he really wanted to fuck you. But he really wanted to see if things would work out. He didn't want to rush this.

" Steve? What if I'm not enough? I know I don't look like a girl who should be with either of you. But what if you guys suddenly see that and decide that you don't want me?"

Steve cupped your face. " Baby girl, you are more than enough. You got that. You are so beautiful that Eddie and I can barely stand it. And trust me. We want you. I want you more than you could possibly know. I know it's really early in this. But I can't help the way I feel about you. And all I want to do is make you happy."

" But what if this ends badly."

He kissed your cheek. " Who says this is gonna end at all? We are serious about this."

You kissed the palm of his hand. " just one step at a time."

After dinner he took you to a drive-in movie. You went with him to the food stand holding hands. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist as he ordered popcorn and a large drink. He let you pick out a candy to share. He was surprised that you picked sour patch kids. He loved those.

Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. " yes. One step at a time."

...

" Sour patches?" Steve said holding you tighter as you guys stood off to the side waiting for the order.

" Yeah. I love how they're sour then sweet. Do you like them?"

" Yes. The lime ones are my favorite."

You scrunched your nose. "Ewww. My favorites are the orange ones."

" Gross. It's perfect. I'll eat the lime ones and you can eat all the orange ones." He said kissing your cheek over and over again.

You giggled. " And we can save the rest for Eddie." You turned around in his arms interlocking your fingers around his neck.

There was a moment. It was clear as day to anyone who saw. You wanted each other. Wanted more nights like this. More time spent in each other's arms.

He smirked. " Do you want me to kiss you?"

" Would it be against the rules if we kissed?" You asked a bit nervously.

" Yes please."

He groaned. He loved how polite you were. Even if it was against the rules. He would give you whatever you wanted. Just with one look from those pretty eyes of yours and he would be on his knees in the blink of an eye.

He gave you one tender kiss. Nothing like the first one. But just as good if not better. You liked this. Like the attention he was giving you. The way he held you like you had always been his. Being totally utterly adored.

" Will you excuse me? I have to use the ladies room."

" You keep that up sweetheart we just might break some rules tonight."

A sly smile crossed your lips as you booped his nose. " Promise?"

He just grinned and shook his head. You made it really hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He watched you walk away. The way your ass swayed in that dress made him lick his lips.

You went in the stall and lined the toilet with tissue and lifted your dress pulling down your panties. You sat down and started to go when a bunch of girls came home making a racket.

" Oh my god! Steve Harrington is here." One girl said

" Yeah I just saw him at the counter getting popcorn and pop."

"He was alone?"

" No. I saw some girl earlier."

" Really!? Awww "

" Was she pretty?"

" Yeah...for a fat chick. Can you say mooo?"

Your heart sank and someone gasped.

" Nooo! He's here with a fat girl? He must be horny."

" I don't know. The way he looks at her. It's like the way he looked at Nancy."

" Oh hell no. Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

" Did you see where she went? I want to look at the cow who has the hottest guy in Hawkins attention."

You could feel the prickle of tears coming but you blinked them away. You wiped and pulled up your undies, fixing your dress and flushed the toilet. You walked over to the sink and washed your hands. You could feel the girls staring at you and heard them whispering. You dried your hands and turned to look at the girls. Normally this is was something you would hide from or Liz would give them shit for making fun of you. Maybe she's rubbed off on you already. Either way you just felt the need to say something.

" Hi. I'm the cow on a date with Steve....yeah but my name is y/n. Next time you decide to talk about him or me. Just keep in mind that he chose the fat girl...and not you....enjoy the movie." You smirked and left.

As soon as you turned the corner you ran right into Steve's chest. Spilling soda all over his shirt.

" OH! Steve! Oh my. I-I I'm so sorry."

You went to grab napkins and tried to dry him.

" Baby girl, it's ok. It's just pop."

" No Steve. Gosh. I'm sorry." You dabbed at his shirt.

" I have an extra one in the car. Common let's go back."

You nodded. Once in the car Steve handed you the popcorn and candy. He leaned over the seat and dug for a shirt. He found it just a few seconds later. He took his soak top off revealing his hair chest. Something went off in you. Something feral. You squeezed your thighs hard and looked away. He noticed and laughed.

" What's so funny?" You said without looking at him.

" I uhh I like the way you stood up for yourself in there."

" You heard that huh?"

" Yeah. And let me tell you something." He said moving closer to you.

He took the popcorn and candy out of your hand and placed them on the dash. " You're anything but what they called you. You're not a cow but a goddess. You're not pretty, you're beautiful."

You swallowed gently and his face got closer to yours and his hand trailed up your thigh under your dress.

" And to be completely honest. I do want to fuck you. But I really want this." He said putting his hand that was on your thigh over your heart.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly. You wanted him to touch you. Or at least say that he could.

" Baby girl. Can I kiss you?"

You nodded.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice was deep and calling.

" Steve Harrington...Please kiss me."

He grinned and did. This time very much like the first. You could feel your skin raise as the kiss deepened. You adjust yourself so that you were on your back and he was between your legs. Not breaking the kiss once. He pressed his growth to your clothed cunt. He lifted your dress a little to get underneath it to your bra. When massaged your tits his mouth moved from your lips to your neck.

Your soft moans bounced off the car windows. Steve pushed harder into you causing you to gasp from his belt buckle hitting your bundle of nerves. You could feel your wetness leaking from your aching core. You moved his hand from your breast down to your tummy. You bucked your hips trying to feel his big bulge again. His mouth moved to the other side of your neck as one of your free hands went to his hair. You moved his hand lower. Once he touched your swollen clit your eyes rolled back. You let go of his hand and he started rubbing soft circles. You moaned louder and he pressed harder into your bundle of nerves making you impossible wet.

" Steve." You mewled

Then he stopped and sat up. You were instantly embarrassed.

" I'm-I'm sorry Steve. I- I didn't mean-" you tried to say while you sat up and pulled down your dress looking forward.

" No sweetheart. Don't be sorry. It's me. I...I shouldn't have let it go that far."

" No no. It was me. If-"

He shut you up by kissing you again. This time it was nice and comforting. A few seconds went by and he put his forehead on yours.

" Better?"

You nodded. " Yes."

" Good. Look baby girl. We can't do this when you're not ready."

" What if I am? What if I say I am?"

" Then you would be lying to me. And you can't do that. Not to me or Eddie. You're a good girl and you can wait."

" But-"

Steve put a finger on your lips. " No buts. We all have to go slow. Or else it will be overwhelming too fast. And I don't want that to happen to you. I know it's hard. But you gotta try. Try for me sweetheart."

You sighed. "Okay."

Steve felt bad for leaving you like that. Shit it was almost impossible to stop when he felt how wet your underwear were. All that mess from just kissing and a little bit of grinding. He knew Eddie would be pissed that he missed that. This was gonna be harder than he thought. He put on his shirt and pulled you so that you could lean against him.

Being held by him was the best thing he could have done after that mishap. You really did like him. And though your mind was clouded for just a moment. He was right to stop. It wouldn't be fair to Eddie. You had wished he was here too. So that they both could be near you. But it was Steve's time and you needed to give him your full attention. Which wasn't a problem. He really had this way about him.

You guys talked and talked. Even when his car was the last one still there. You rested your head on his shoulder and he stroked your hair. You guys sat there listening to music for a while until you fell asleep in his arms.

In the morning you woke up first. When you opened your eyes and looked up you were laying half on and half off of Steve. You smiled and laid your head back down. You fell back asleep for a little while when Steve woke you gently by stroking your back

" Morning sweetheart." His voice was raspy.

" Mmm. Morning." You said looking up into his eyes.

You smiled and he kissed your forehead. You sat up yawned and stretching. The second you were done Steve pulled you back down and hugged you.

" I like waking up with you."

You kissed his chest. "Me too."

You closed your eyes and rested your head again. You could hear his heart beat. You smiled when you heard it pick up when you held onto him tighter.

" I should probably take you back to Liz's. She and Eddie must be worried."

"Just 5 more minutes please." You pleaded in your sweetest voice.

Steve chuckled. "Okay Baby girl. 5 more minutes."

" Yay." You yawned.

You woke him with kisses. He smiled and he opened his eyes blinking sleepily. He looked at his watch.

You really meant 5 minutes but when you officially got up it was the middle of the afternoon.

Crap I was supposed to have lunch with Liz.

She was gonna be pissed. You looked at Steve and he was still knocked out.

" OH SHIT! WE GOT TO GO!"

You sat up and he got into the driver's side. You sat on the passenger side and took off your shoes. "What's wrong Steve?"

" I uhh I was supposed to meet Eddie at 11 to talk about the date. He's gonna be worried."

" Will he be mad?" You looked at him worried.

" Uhh maybe I don't know. He probably has been trying to get ahold of both of us."

Steve reached over and put your seatbelt on before he put his on and started to drive." I just don't want him to think that we did anything without him."

" Umm well hopefully he won't be too mad at us."

" He could never be mad at you. You're too perfect. It's just me he'll have a bone to pick with."

" Well I won't let him be mean to you. I'll protect you."

Steve chuckled grabbing your hand and brought it to his lips. " You're too sweet baby girl."

...

By the look of Eddie's face when you guys pulled up to Liz's driveway he was beyond pissed.

" Stay here ok sweetheart. I'll handle this."

You nodded and Steve got out. Eddie immediately started screaming at him.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED I'VE BEEN?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD BRING HER HOME. I THOUGHT YOU GUYS GOT HURT! I CALLED THE POLICE, THE FIRE DEPARTMENT, AND THE HOSPITAL." Eddie was counting on his fingers.

" Munson man, I'm sorry. We fell asleep." Steve held up his hands.

" WHERE? IN THE CAR?! ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING?! YOU COULDN'T EVEN GET HER INTO A BED!"

"Eddie man please. She's okay. I promise."

" SHE BETTER BE! IF YOU EVER DO THAT SHIT AGAIN WITHOUT TELL ME I-"

"Eddie?" You whimpered.

Eddie looked behind Steve and saw you barefoot and looking scared.

" I'm sorry Eddie. It was my fault. Don't be mad at Steve. I-I asked if we could sleep for 5 more minutes. I'm really really sorry. Please don't be mad." You looked at the ground from the shame you felt for making Eddie so mad.

Eddie's anger and worry went to sadness and regret.

" Oh pretty girl. No I'm sorry. I was just worried about you and Steve. Please don't be sad."

Eddie came and hugged you. " I'm not mad Angel. I was just scared. That's all."

" Promise." You said softly looking into those beautiful brown eyes.

Eddie smiled and held up his pinky. " Promise."

You hooked yours in his and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

" Thank you pretty girl. Can you please go inside? Liz is freaking out and I need to talk to Steve."

You looked over to Steve and he nodded that it was okay. Eddie squeezed you one last time and let you go.

You looked back and they both smiled at you.

" We'll be there in just a minute ok sweetheart." Steve reassured you.

" What the hell happened? Where's the shirt you left in?"

You pressed your lips into a thin smile and went inside. The moment you closed the door Eddie pushed Steve.

" Eddie, you know I would never do anything without her permission right?"

Eddie was fuming. " What happened?!"

" Well she went to the restroom and I was waiting for her when I heard some girls talking about me. So I got closer to listen and they were making fun of her weight. But she held her own. So I umm I wanted to make her feel better."

Eddie smiled that you did that but after he threw his head back. " Please tell me you didn't. She's not ready. We're not ready."

" We didn't. It was just cuddling. And..."

" And what Harrington?"

" I touched her."

" Where?!"

" Her tits and her clit. But over her underwear."

Eddie was furious. But he had to know. "Did...did you make her cum?"

" No. I stopped way before it got to that."

" Well okay. And she was okay?" He asked

Good. Eddie thought.

He didn't want to miss it when you came again. Yeah he knew he had to share you but it was getting harder and harder to be away from you.

" Yeah she was fine. She's good. I promise."

"Good." Eddie sighed.

"Alright. Let's see what our girl is doing."

Eddie nodded and walked with him to the door. " She looked really pretty in that dress."

Steve smiled. " Beautiful."

...

" Alright pretty girl. It's your turn. Do you save Dwalin from the Clutches of Vecna or do you wish to attack?"

You looked down at the board then to the party.

"May we take a time out to talk about how we will proceed?" You said looking at Eddie who was sitting on his throne.

He was grinning that stupid beautiful grin. You hated the way it made you feel like agreeing to anything.

You and the boys got up and huddled. Eddie watched as you were saying something to Dustin. He got a little jealous seeing the kids with their arm around your waist. But when you looked at him you stuck out your tongue at him, his jealousy went away. He looked to the side and did an open mouth smile, shaking his head. You were as cute as a damn button.

Eddie nodded with the smirk of all smirks. " You may."

After your date with Steve you spent the entire weekend with him. He was really showing you what it was like to be his girlfriend. He took you for a picnic and went mini golfing. He was so sweet. He told you how beautiful you were. The way he held you, it didn't matter where you guys were. He was always hugging you. He brought you flowers and always helped with your seatbelt. He was really winning you over.

But the following Friday was Eddie's turn. And he couldn't have taken you on a better date. He brought you to the highschool and had you join his campaign. It was actually the best 5 hours you've spent in Hawkins. Well besides the time you spent with Eddie and Steve.

Tonight you got to meet all of Eddie's friends from school. They were very accepting of you when you came to play. You guess you won them over by bringing pizza and cokes. Eddie had told you about them and you really wanted them to like you. You had an instant connection with Dustin. He was such a cute kid.

He took a liking to you too. He knew all about you. Eddie told him about the angel he met at the Hideout. And Dustin was really happy that Eddie finally found a girl. He knew that Eddie was really lonely ever since his uncle got transferred to a different plant in Chicago. His uncle wanted Eddie to come but Eddie wanted to stay and graduate. Now it was his fourth time around he was having a real hard time with not graduating last year.

Dustin knew about Eddie and Steve because well, they always did treat him like he was older than he was. But they never did talk about the extra curricular activities with him. Which was fine because he didn't want to hear about it. So he knew they were different.

Dustin thought you must be very special if Eddie brought you to the Hellfire club. This was the first time he ever let a girl come besides Erica. It also really earned you brownie points for actually knowing how to play the game. But right now you guys were in a bind.

You were the only one left and you had a choice to make. Save Dustin's character or fight. But see what Eddie didn't know is that you had a special spell shown to your character from the old men of the mountain that froze time. You could save the entire party and live to fight another day. All you had to do was roll anything over an 11. The odds of you being able to generate enough power to complete the spell were slim. You had to roll twice. Once, to be able to cast the spell and the other to see if it will have an effect.

" There's no shame in running pretty girl." Eddie snickered

You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at him. He sat there grinning like a mad man.

" Okay guys. Are you sure you want me to do this?" You asked one last time.

They all said yes and headed back to the table.

" Alrighty. What's it going to be?" Eddie asked

You looked at the others and they nodded." I want to use a spell."

...

Eddie sat there defeated. He smiled as you and the others celebrated your small victory. Now Eddie had to plan the continuation of The Cult Of Vecna. He was really happy about it. And what made things better was that you would be there.

Everyone went home and Eddie was about to drop you off at Liz's when there was a random car in the driveway. You didn't know who the car belonged to but he did. Billy Hargrove. He was trouble and Eddie knew that. How could he let you go inside with that creep in there? Billy gave Steve a hard time in 85 and he had been MIA for a while. But now he was back in Hawkins. And in the place you were staying.

You went for your belt but Eddie stopped you.

" What's wrong Eddie?"

" I uhhh. I don't want you to go inside."

You were confused. " W-why?"

" There's a guy in there. Not a good one."

You looked at the car then back to Eddie. " I'm sure all the guys she brings back here nearly every night aren't as kind as you Eddie spaghetti."

Eddie had a brief moment of giddiness. He liked that. And he would have kissed you for being so darn cute. But now he had 2 things to worry about.

" She brings strangers here a lot?"

" Well yeah. It's her mission to conquer man."

" Where do you go when she does that?"

" I umm I talk to you or Steve when they're busy."

" And when they don't leave right away where do you sleep?"

" The same place I slept when you came over."

" i-im sorry. I didn't mean-" you tried to explain.

It was quiet for a second.

Oh man that didn't come out right.

You saw Eddie's hands clenched and his jaw flex.

" You've been sleeping on the couch?" He voice was cold and angry.

" umm well yeah. I can't sleep with them."

" They stay the night?!"

Eddie heard the fear in your voice and immediately changed his tune. " Oh Angel. I'm sorry. I'm not upset with you. I'm upset that you're sleeping in a house with strangers. And that you're sleeping on the couch. And to make things worse. That...guy is in there."

You jumped at his sudden loudness. " Y-yes."

Eddie looked at you and you saw this anger there. You knew it wasn't towards you because he said it wasn't. But you didn't know what to do.

" Is he really that bad?"

Eddie saw past the anger and saw the beautiful you sitting there worried for him. "Yes pretty girl. He's bad."

You bit your lip. What were you supposed to do? Where were you gonna sleep if not on the couch? Your questions were answered as soon as you thought of them.

" Stay the night with me." Eddie grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. " Please."

You wanted nothing more than to be with him. But this could be a very sticky situation.

" What about Steve? He won't think it's a good idea."

" I'll handle Steve. I just need to know that you're safe. And I can't know that if you stay here."

" Umm. Are you sure? This won't be too hard for you?"

" No. I promise. I will keep my hands to myself."

" Okay. I'll uhh I'll stay the night."

A sigh of relief left him.

" Can I go in and grab my toothbrush and some pajamas?"

" You can use my toothbrush and I have clothes."

"Eddie....I would really like to use my toothbrush. And I'm sure you nor Steve have anything that would fit me."

He looked worried.

" I will only be a minute okay."

He hesitated " Ye-yeah let's go."

" Then I'll go." He insisted.

" No Eddie. If they're asleep, we don't want to wake them. Besides it will be fast if it's one of us."

This protective part of Eddie was a turn on. But right now it was starting to annoy you.

" Eddie. You don't know where my things are. I'll be right back." You said a little harsher than you meant to.

"Angel?"

" It's okay. I'll be just a minute." You assured him.

Against his better judgement he agreed " If you need me. Just yell."

You nodded and hurried inside.

You grabbed your jammies first and then a pair of clean socks and undies. You went quietly to the bathroom and plucked your toothbrush out of the holder. You turned for the door but then thought about your deodorant. You went to the cabinet wheee you put it and pulled it out. When you turned around there was a half naked guy with long blonde hair standing in the doorway.

Seriously? How many hot guys were in this town?

His big blue eyes looked you up and down. His tongue ran over his front teeth with a click before he gave you a half smile.

" H-Hi." You stuttered.

He took a step closer and raised an eyebrow.

" Hey."

" I'm uhh Liz's friend."

" Friend....right." he smiled.

" I-I was just getting a f-few things."

" Where you running off to princess?"

" umm to my boyfriends."

Nope don't like that.

He was hot but the look in his eyes and the way he smiled made you weary and a bit scared.

"Ohhh you have a boyfriend huh? You sure about that?" He laughed and moved closer.

" Y-Yeah."

He was making you completely uncomfortable.

"Why don't you stay for a minute?" He asked, with a scary seductive smile.

" W-why?"

He smirked. " Well I made your friend finish. But I didn't get to....What do you say?...Suck me off...I won't tell your boyfriend."

What the fuck?!

" You're disgusting!"

His laugh was sinister. And his gaze was fucking awful.

" Okay. Okay. If you let me fuck your mouth. I'll eat that pussy. I like the way big girls taste."

You raised your hand to slap him but he caught it in mid swing.

" HEY!" He half shouted. "That's enough. If you want me to be rough all you have to do is ask."

You tried pulling your hand away but his grip tightened.

" Let me go you dick!"

" Oh you're feisty." He leaned closer and whispered. " I like when they're feisty."

You yanked your arm back so hard that you almost pulled it out of its socket. But he still held on. Much harder than before. This time grabbing the meat above your elbow on the other arm. Making you drop your things.

" Stop! You're hurting me!" You pleaded.

" Y/n? What's going on?"

Liz's voice came from down the hall. Billy let go of you quickly and stepped back kneeling down to pick up your stuff.

" Hey babes. I heard yelling."

" Sorry baby. I just scared your friend here. She dropped all her stuff. " Billy said.

You stood there dumbfounded. Eddie was right.

" Y/n where are you going? It's late."

"I-I" you stammered.

" Yeah y/n. It's late. You shouldn't be wondering about." Billy smirked giving you your things.

You snatched them out of his hands. " I'm spending the night with Eddie."

" And Steve?" Liz asked.

You nodded.

"Okay. Well be careful."

You walked past them stopping when you were right next to Liz. " No you be careful."

...

The drive back to Eddies was quiet. Eddie thought it was because you were worried about Steve. Which you were, but what just happened scared the shit out of you. You didn't tell Eddie about it because Eddie scared you more than that guy did. You've seen Eddie upset on 2 separate occasions. And you most definitely didn't want to see a third. Not now. You guys had such a good date. You didn't want to ruin the night.

He held your hand the entire ride. Your heart hurt every time he smiled sweetly at you. You should have let him go in.

This was the first time you've been to Eddie's trailer. The walls had so many mugs and hats. Steve was in the little kitchen making something. You saw him before he saw you. He looked so cute in his red and white plaid apron.

" I made y/n some cookies. I was thinking we can-" Steve cut off when he looked up and saw you.

" Sweetheart? Hi." He put down the tray of cookies and took off the oven mitts.

He came and before he could hug you Eddie took your things. Steve gave you a big hug smothering you with kisses on your cheeks making you giggle.

" Hi Steve... You made me cookies?

He let go and gave you his grin. " It was supposed to be a surprise. I wanted to see if we could go out and feed the ducks. And the cookies were supposed to be a bribe."

" You don't need to bribe me. I would go anywhere with you two." You looked between him and Eddie.

Eddie was happy that now you were safe. But he needed to talk to Steve alone.

" Hey Harrington. Uhh I need to talk to you. It's important."

Steve looked over to Eddie and nodded.

Eddie put a hand on your shoulder. "Angel. The bathroom is just down the hall. Why don't you change?"

" Okay. Umm Steve."

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" I umm I'm okay with it."

" Okay with what?"

"Eddie will tell you." You said giving him and Eddie a kiss on the cheek before grabbing your things and leaving.

Once the door was closed Eddie turned to Steve.

" Look man, she's gonna stay here tonight." Eddie held up his finger to stop Steve from interrupting him. " Just hear me out. She's been sleeping on the couch because Liz brings guys home almost every night. And sometimes they stay there. Also, Billy Hargrove was there tonight."

Steve furrowed his brow and flexed his jaw. " Eddie you were right bringing her here. But we need to make sure she's completely ok with being here."

" You gonna stay too? I'll sleep on the floor while you take the pull out."

" Uhh are you sure?"

Eddie grinned. " Yeah sure man. I don't mind."

" Ok then. But we need to change your sheets."

" Why?"

"Munson."

" What?"

" When's the last time you washed them."

Eddie crossed his arms. " I wash them all the time!"

Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He went back into the kitchen and put the cookies up. When you came out you were in your pajamas and socks. You had grabbed the wrong shirt. And now you were stuck with a band tee with the sleeves cut off. It showed way more than you would like. But it was what you had.

You came out with the full intention to just stay quiet until it was time for bed. But as soon as you went back into the living room Steve pointed at your wrist.

" What happened there?"

Your eyes dropped to where he was pointing. Your wrist was bruising. And pretty bad. Eddie went to you and held your hand gently.

" I didn't see this earlier. When did this happen?"

" I-"

" What the fuck?! Are those finger prints?" Steve said from behind you.

" What?!" Eddie questioned looking down at your wrist.

" No not there. On the back of her arm." Steve came closer and turned you so Eddie could see what he was talking about.

You were at a loss for words. You moved away from them and turned around to face them and put your hands behind your back.

" Munson c'mon! Just ask her nicely. She will tell you."

" WHO DID THAT TO YOU Y/N!?" Eddie scream made you jump.

Eddie punched the wall and went to sit down on the couch. Steve stepped in front of you to block your view of Eddie. You hated seeing him like that. Tears filled your eyes.

" Sweetheart, you're not gonna be in trouble or anything. Eddie is not mad at you okay. But you need to tell us who did that."

Steve wiped away your tears. You closed your eyes and hung your head.

" It was Billy. He cornered me in the bathroom. And he said nasty stuff to me. I was gonna slap him but he grabbed my hand. Then I tried to pull away. But he pulled harder and grabbed my other arm. If Liz didn't come I...I don't know what might have happened."

Eddie shot up. " I FUCKING KNEW I SHOULD HAVE WENT WITH YOU! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"

Steve turned his head and started shouting at Eddie. "NO! WE WILL HANDLE THIS LATER. CAN'T YOU SEE SHE'S SCARED OF YOU!"

Now Steve scared you with his yelling. Eddie stopped and looked at you. He felt the tears coming when he saw yours. He had to do something. No way in hell was Billy gonna get away with touching you.

" Harrington, take care of her. I'll be back." Eddie stormed off to his room.

Steve hugged you to get you to stop crying. But as soon as you saw Eddie coming back out with a bat you knew you had to stop him. He could get into a lot of trouble if he left right now.

Without thinking you pushed Steve away and chased Eddie outside.

" Eddie please stop!" You begged

But he wasn't listening. His mind was set on beating the shit out of Hargrove.

" Y/n. Please come back inside." Steve called after you but you ignored him.

It was Eddie who needed you right now.

" EDDIE! STOP!...I NEED YOU TO KISS ME RIGHT NOW!"

Your breath was hitched and your heart was racing. You had just broken a new rule. You agreed to stop kissing on the lips because every time you kissed either one of them it went too far. But you didn't know what else to do. When Eddie stopped dead in his tracks you said it again. This time in your normal voice.

" Eddie...please kiss me. I...I really need you to kiss me right now."

Eddie turned around and looked at Steve.

" Give the pretty lady what she wants."

Eddie nodded and dropped the bat and rushed to you. His kiss burned with the passion of a thousand suns. You had forgotten everything and everyone in that kiss. It was just you and him. Nothing else mattered.

The very moment his lips touched yours, anger no longer had a place in his mind. Instead it was replaced with a mixture of love and lust. Everything felt right when your lips were on his. Like the gods made them just for him. He had been wanting to kiss you since the night in the van. Every second with you was excruciating for him. No one could understand how he felt about you. Except for Steve.

You don't know when it happened but you were pressed up against the side of Eddie's van. Your hands were tangled in his hair. One of his hands was behind your head and the other was on the van. Your body betrayed you. You just meant a kiss. But you ached for more. You needed more.

Eddie full lips attached themselves to your neck. He sucked a little bruise making you moan.

" Eddie... Please. Can I please touch myself?"

He slowly moved to face you. "Have you been a good girl?"

His voice was low and deep. You nodded and he grinned.

" Harrington. Did you hear that?"

Steve came over and Eddie pulled you so that he could get behind you. His armswrapped around your waist as he pushed his hard-on against your ass. Your body trembled.

Steve cupped your face. " What do you want sweetheart?"

Eddie was grinding against your ass making you moan.

" I... I wanna cum"

Steve grinned pressing his body against yours. "Which one of us do you want?"

"Both...I want you both."

You heard Eddie groan when Steve pulled you back into the trailer. You sat on the edge of the bed. Steve stood in front of you pushing your knees apart with his. He gently took out your scrunchie and tossed it to Eddie. You looked over and Eddie took off his shirt and put his hair in a low bun and started taking off his rings.

" You sure you want to do this?" Steve asked

" Y-yes" you said softly not taking your eyes off of Eddie.

His body was perfect. The tattoos littering his chest made him look so damn sexy. His little happy trail that disappeared into his pants made you want to see where it ended.

Steve pulled your chin to look up at him. "If you want to stop. Just say the word."

" Okay" you said just above a whisper.

" Light on or off Angel?" Eddie asked.

"Off please."

Steve growled as he kissed you. His hands went for the waist band of your sweats and pulled them off with your panties. You immediately tried to hide your large thighs with your shirt without thinking.

" No no no pretty girl."

Steve pulled away and looked to see what you were doing. When he did, he frowned. Eddie pushed him slightly and squatted in front of you.

" Angel. You don't have to hide from us. You're so beautiful it's insane."

You looked at him. He looked so amazing. The light shining through his blinds made him look like a god. Your hands let go of your shirt and you pulled him into a gentle kiss.

" You're so pretty Eddie."

His laugh made your heart skip a beat.

" Baby girl? Do you want to be completely naked or is this fine?"

Your fingers went under the hem of your shirt and you pulled it off making your hair flip to one side. Your bare chest in full view. You didn't look at them because you were afraid to see their reaction.

Eddie stood up and they both looked down to you. You felt a little bit uncomfortable that they were gonna see all of you. But the way they looked at you eased your worry. This was it. Maybe it was too soon but you felt it. You were falling in love with them.

You felt a hand on your cheek. When you looked up Steve kissed you.

" Mmm. So beautiful sweetheart."

Their hands and mouth were everywhere but where you want them to be. After a few minutes Steve moved his mouth away from your breast.

Eddie sat down next to you and kissed your shoulder. " You are so fucking gorgeous pretty girl."

" Lay back and lift your knees."

You obeyed without question. Steve laid down next to you while Eddie got on his knees. Eddie's rough hands dug into your hips and pulled you so that you to the edge of the bed. He placed delicate kisses on each of your thighs. He slowly spread your knees to fully look at your sopping cunt.

" Fuck! So pretty." Eddie said looking at your swollen clit and puffy folds. He was in aww when he saw your pretty wet pussy clenched at nothing.

Steve took off his shirt, tossing it into the darkness. He kissed along you neck and his hand snaked down to rub circles around you bundle of nerves.

" Damn baby girl. All this mess for us?" He cooed

You watched as Steve brought his fingers into his mouth. Sucking them clean.

" Mmmm." He moaned.

" Good?" Eddie asked, kissing the sensitive skin between your pelvis and thigh.

" S'good Munson. Taste for yourself."

" Is that okay with you Angel?"

You met Eddie's big brown eyes and got lost in them. When his smiled you felt butterflies.

"Angel?"

" I-I. Yes Eddie. Please taste me."

" Such a good girl." Steve placed his lips on yours.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt Eddie's tongue. He made a very audible groan as he licked one slow strip.

Eddie groaned. " So fucking sweet."

Your hips bucked trying to find his tongue again. A low laugh made your whole body shudder.

"Please Eddie. Please don't stop." You begged in your sweetest voice.

" Don't tease her Munson. Make our girl cum."

Their girl? Fuck I love that.

Your breathless sighs and the sounds of slurping filled the room. While Eddie did figure eights with his tongue on your clit Steve's mouth was on yours. Hands massage your tits. Lightly twisting your nipples causing them to harden. Every inch of your body had goosebumps. Your face felt hot and you started to feel warmth building deep inside you.

Eddie flicked his tongue and sucked on your clit. You were quickly becoming a mess under him. You knew you were ruining his sheets.

Eddie never tasted a girl this damn good. He would do this for hours if you let him. He circled your entrance and slowly added a finger in. Your walls throbbed around it.

" Fuck Angel. Taking my finger so well... so tight and wet."

You rock your hips against his tongue. You were so close already you almost felt bad for it. Steve got up and kneeled next to Eddie pushing your legs further apart. Eddie moved away and kissed your thigh to let Steve have a turn.

Steve was much more brutal than Eddie. Which was surprising to say the least. He didn't give you time to adjust when he shoved 2 fingers into you. You whimpered and white knuckled the bed sheets. Then he touched something deep inside you. It sending shooting pains throughout your body. You had never felt this type of pleasure before. This causing you to climax. Your body shook as Steve continued you pump harder and harder.

" O-oh my g-g-god." You choked.

Your hips jerked uncomfortably. Steve showed your cunt no mercy. Even after you were squirming at the sensitivity. Before you knew it you were cumming again. Eddie was leaving hickeys all over your chest. Paying special attention to your overly sensitive buds.

" That's it pretty girl. Cum for Steve." Eddie stood up and went to kiss you. " That's it. You're doing so good."

When you came for the second time Steve finally pulled his hand away and left moistened kisses all over your inner thighs.

Eddie was a little jealous that Steve made you cum. But it was only fair since he got to make you cum first. As much as he wanted to fuck you, neither him nor Steve wanted to overwhelm you. Steve laid down too and kissed the side of your cheek.

Your legs were made of jelly and your body tingled. Even though you wanted them to make love to you, you were so tired. You forced yourself to sit up and turned to them.

" Thank you Steve." You kissed him on the forehead.

" Thank you Eddie." You kissed his cheek.

They both smiled at you.

" You feeling good sweetheart?"

" Very good." You replied laying in Steve's arms. Eddie snuggled behind spooning you.

You felt his length pushing against your ass. That's when you realized you had left them hanging.

You started to swirl your hips and Eddie pressed harder. Your hand went to unbutton Steve's pants.

" What are you doing sweetheart?"

You looked up to Steve. " I want you guys to cum too."

Eddie was gone. He was too busy kissing and nipping at your back grinding against your back side. You arched your back to push harder against him.

" You don't have to do that. We just wanted to make you cum." Steve said grabbing the meat of your bicep.

" Can I please touch you and make you cum?"

" if...if that's what you want."

Steve lifted his hips so you could pull his pants down. His cock smacked his stomach. Your eyes widened at the sight of his cock at full attention. He was huge. So thick and long. Your mouth watered at the sight. A small bead of precum made its way to the surface. You used your index finger to scoop it up and put it in your mouth.

Steve groaned. " Fuck baby girl."

You could feel Eddie's fingers dig deeper into your hip. His grunts rang in your ears.

Steve threw his head back when you held his member firmly and started to pump him. He looked back down when you removed your hand. You had licked your palm and returned it to his throbbing cock. He was coming undone so fast. Your hand was soft and warm and you had gripped him just right. Stroking him so damn perfectly.

That's when Eddie lifted your leg and hooked it over his hip. His fingers found your clit. He pressed hard and stroked lazy circles. He only did that for a minute until he slid his finger in. You moaned and leaned back into him. Still trying to concentrate on pleasing Steve.

You smile how quickly his body tensed. Hot thick white ropes spewed from his tip, pooling onto his stomach. You came at the sight. Eddie was so careful with you after. Once you were done he didn't want to overstimulate your senses. So he slowly pulled his fingers from you and licked them clean.

" Eddie. It's your turn." You rolled over to face him.

You guys all finally relaxed you giggled. This making them laugh. Eddie and Steve hugged you.

This was definitely going to be the start of something great.

" No pretty girl. You made me cum in my pants." He kissed you and whispered in your ear. " Again."

" I'm sorry."

" Don't be. It felt really good. I actually like it."

You yawned mid smile.

" Let's get cleaned up sweetheart."

Steve got up and held out his hand. You took it and the 3 of you squeezed into the small bathroom. They cleaned you up and you helped them. When you saw Eddie fully you had wished you weren't so tired. Steve was bigger but Eddie was just perfect. You knew he could definitely make any girl happy.

When everyone was cleaned you barely had your eyes open. Eddie helped you put on your shirt. He kissed your thighs when he lifted your panties. Steve tucked you into bed after.

" Get some rest baby girl."

" Night." You yawned and was out like a light.

They both gave you a kiss and went to the living room. Eddie was quieter than usual. All he could think about was sleeping with you. He wanted to hold you. Wanted to fall asleep with you in his arm.

" I know Munson. I want to sleep with her too. But it just might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. I want her to stay. I don't think that we can find anyone better than her. She's just so..."

"Perfect." Eddie said moving the coffee table out of the way.

Steve took the cushions off and handed them over so Eddie could use them to sleep on. "Yeah. I don't know about you. But, honestly I never felt like this. Not even with Nancy."

" Are you saying what I think you are Harrington?" Eddie went to the closet and pulled out blankets for him and Steve.

" Eddie. I'm falling for her."

Eddie chuckled. " Welcome to the club man."

" You too?"

" Well yeah. It's not everyday you find a girl who likes the same shit you do and looks like her. Dude she called me Eddie spaghetti. It's the cutest fucking thing I've ever heard." He plopped down on his makeshift bed pulling out your scrunchie.

Eddie looked towards the hallway that led to his room. " Do you think she will be okay in the morning?"

Eddie smiled as he slid it on his wrist. He never planned on giving it back.

Steve turned off the kitchen light and laid down. " She really is the best type of girl."

Steve looked up to the ceiling and sighed. " If she's not we will take care of her."

" What about Billy?"

Steve's brow furrowed. He forgot about him for a bit. " We tell him like it is. He ever comes around our girl again. He's dead. And if he doesn't get it. Then we beat the ever living fuck out of him."

" Could we just beat the shit out of him instead?" Eddie suggested.

" How do you think y/n would feel if we didn't try to settle this without violence? You saw her earlier. How scared she was... something happened there. I don't know what. But something did."

" You think someone hurt her?"

" I'm not sure. But the more we spend time together. I'm sure she will open up about it. "

" God I hope nothing bad happened. I don't know what I would do. I already lost my shit in front of her twice. And I can't lose her just because I'm overreacting."

" Yeah Munson. You have to think before you go berserk."

" I know man. I just get so scared. And I don't know how not to be. It's like I want to keep her hidden so nothing can hurt her."

"I-"

"Steve?...Eddie?" Your sweet sleepy voice called from down the small hall.

Eddie and Steve sat up and you were standing behind the threshold that separated the kitchen and living room.

" Can....can I sleep with you guys?"

"Yeah sweetheart. Come here." Steve pulled the blanket back.

You went to him but stopped and held out your hand for Eddie. Eddie took it and got into the bed with you and Steve. You laid your head on Eddie's chest and hugged his waist. Steve moved so that he can spoon you. The cute little noises you were making when you fell asleep made them smile. This was all they ever wanted. Something real.

...

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[munsontm]

❛ i won’t let anyone hurt you. ❜ — steve

The chill of an early spring breeze swept through the neat and tidy street of Cannyun Lane, tossing the dead leaves of winter through the air like puppets without strings. Soon enough, they would crumble away and turn into dust, making way for a new life, then the new death that followed it come autumn. Eddie didn't use to notice the changing of seasons much back in Hawkins, despite living on a wood's edge. It never occurred to him that life and death sat upon his doorstep daily. He always trudged through the mulch, leaves, weeds, and grass, going about his teenage business without a care in the world. It was nice not to care, to be ignorant of what adults might notice during their daily toils. But once adulthood cruelly thrust itself inside of him, his eyes were finally drawn to the things around him, and it zapped his youthful energy away, forcing him to face the mortality of human life. What a fucking drag.

Attending Janie Deacon's tenth birthday party was not his idea of a good Saturday afternoon, especially with the cold weather. He made the foolish mistake of wearing nothing over his red plaid shirt, and the wind rattled at its thin material unforgivingly, taking the long curls of dark hair with it. Fortunately, his husband, Steve, held him close, and he always ran hot year round. While the brutal twists and turns of life seldom made sense to Eddie, Steve was the one thing that did. The arm that sat snugly around his waist anchored him for what was to come once they stepped over the threshold of a bright red door nearing them in the distance. It calmed his anxiety, settled his nerves that at least he wouldn't be alone in enduring their suburban neighbours alone, many of which weren't fond of Eddie, simply because he wasn't like them. Steve fit in easier with them, masked himself like a goddamn champion. Eddie, on the other hand, didn't know how to pretend to be normal. He'd never done that a day in his life.

"Just remember that we could be at home right now, drinking beer and eating lasagne," he whispered as they made their way up the garden path lined with white picket fences and some pink flora that Eddie didn't know the name of. There wasn't a need for him to whisper, or there wouldn't be if they were anywhere else. But the entire street appeared to have ears somehow because everyone knew each other's business, which was bizarre. Eddie once joked that all the houses had secret tunnels under them, so people could go from house to house, getting gossip and doing god knows what else. It didn't seem completely preposterous the more he thought about the idea. Stranger things had happened in the world. If he avoided the basement more often than not due to his wild imagination, then so be it. Steve pecked him on the cheek, whispering back that they'd be fine and to just stick together. Eddie decided to take his word for it.

The pristine red door with its polished golden knocker looked like a red flag to Eddie and sounded like a red alert alarm in his head from the second Steve knocked. Sarah Deacon appeared only moments later, looking every part of the Stepford Wife from head to toe. She seemed momentarily surprised to see Eddie on her doorstep; of course, she'd only been expecting Steve, which meant everyone else was too. And his suspicions were swiftly confirmed once they were trapped inside with all the other suburbanites of Cannyun Lane, asking about his health with those feigned sad faces, like he was terminally ill or that they genuinely cared if he was or wasn't. Eddie didn't need them to speak truths to know how many didn't like him at all. But he played nice, only offering a sarcastic comment once or twice, maybe three times.

It was noisy inside the Deacon's show home, full of spoilt kids screaming, then crying, screaming again over nothing, all to the atrocious sound of Taylor Swift offending his eardrums with her abysmal, manufactured sounding lyrics that were meant to make people think there was something extraordinary about America. Hawkin's might have been a dump hole, but at least he and Steve had good times there. Those parties were amazing. The two of them drank themselves stupid, got high and danced for hours until Steve had to bend him over the bathroom sink, bareback, hard and fast. Then, rinse and repeat until the sun came up. How the fuck did they end up here? He needn't have bothered asking himself why. The memories of the night that changed everything never left him, and he didn't regret it.

After a few hours, Eddie slipped away from Steve's side while his husband listened to old Mr Humberland's war stories for the millionth time. If he stayed, well, he could feel the meltdown slowly creeping up on him, and he didn't want to subject Steve to more embarrassment or those pitiful looks. Twilight had blanketed the back garden with night not far behind it when Eddie stepped outside for a cigarette. The cold was sharper than earlier that afternoon, and he almost regretted leaving the suffocating warmth. But outside, he found a moment to breathe, relax, and maybe regain enough composure to go back inside at some point and endure Mr Humberland. Unfortunately, that bothersome spring wind had other ideas for him.

After the third cigarette, night had almost replaced twilight, and Eddie considered finding Steve again, who would be warm, and give him the warmth he desperately needed. Yet, from the corner of his eye, he spotted something at the end of the Deacon's garden in the evergreen bushes that made him freeze on the spot. The wind tore past Eddie, thrashing the greenery about until it formed a face. It didn't make sense that he could see a face in a bush, and surely no one else would see it if he raised the alarm. He'd just be the weirdo, eccentric writer from 1478 that always says odd things, nothing new. The face leered at him, menacing and knowledgeable, forcing the past upon him to remind him of the things he'd done and the ignorance he once held dear. Death was always at his doorstep, as nature demanded, but Eddie let it through the door. He trembled from head to toe, he couldn't breathe, yet his heart hammered away faster than ever. The cigarette between his fingers burned down to the rim and burned his skin; he didn't notice for being too transfixed on the point of his terror.

Suddenly, a set of large hands on his shoulders and a pair of worried gentle eyes obscured the mocking face from his vision. The cigarette dropped, he could breathe again. It was Steve. Immediately, Eddie crumbled against his husband like a winter leaf. The familiar sensation of being wrapped up in Steve's denim jacket blanketed him in scented comfort, and the demons in his head were gone just like that, at least for now. I won't let anyone hurt you, Steve mumbled into his hair, holding him tight as if he knew exactly what had happened. He'd said the same thing that night when everything changed; Eddie knew he meant it as much then as he did now, and god, if it didn't feel his heart with a macabre sort of joy.

Pulling back slightly, their eyes met through the windy night. A small tug of Eddie's lips formed a smile. "I won't let anyone hurt you too."

@harringtontm & @musecraft

[kittenfangirl20]

*Lucifer looked over the records of Steve, there was nothing really special about this guy, he grew up in a well off family with an older brother named Vincent who was a tech genius, in fact Steve seemed like a spoiled brat who had his family constantly getting him out of trouble, in fact it seemed like Adam wasn’t the first person he dated and abused, it was that Adam was the first one he brutalized to the point where he couldn’t avoid jail time, what Lucifer didn’t know was that Vincent was the birth name of Vox*

Lucifer internally: When I get home I am going to make you pay for what you did to Adam.

*Lucifer put his phone away and went over to Adam who was having the time of his life with the bunny family, Lucifer gently ran his fingers through Adam’s hair, it was so soft like silk, he thought it was so cute that in spite of his punk style, Adam seemed so at home in nature, it made him think of the first man Adam, he could see the first man being like this in Eden, Lucifer’s brother Ozzie joked that in Eden Lucifer the angel tricked Eve because he was jealous that Eve got to have Adam when wanted to be with Adam, Lucifer could see that being the case if Adam the first man was anything like his Adam*

Adam: They are so cute, if I could I would love to live in a place like this.

Lucifer: We can definitely come back here as often as you want.

Adam: Really? I would love that so much.

*Lucifer sat down so he could pull Adam into his lap*

Lucifer: I want to make you happy because you deserve it.

Adam: Thank you.

*just then Adam made Lucifer lie on the ground, Adam blushed as he revealed that he brought along some lube since they were alone, Adam pulled down his jeans and underwear so he could start to prep himself, once Adam was ready, he pulled down Lucifer’s pants and underwear a little before placing himself on top of Lucifer so he could have Lucifer inside of him, he moved himself up and down on while Lucifer clutched Adam’s hips*

Lucifer: You are so perfect like this, you were made to have me inside of you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else now.

Adam: Oh Luci……

Lucifer: You are doing so well Adam, you are so good to me.

*Lucifer discovered that Adam had a praise kink that any time he was praised during sex, he would become even more turned on, Lucifer found this so adorable especially when his cheeks became light pink because of his happy he was being praised like this, to Lucifer Steve was an idiot for not seeing how amazing Adam was and wanting to hurt him, it wasn’t just the sex either, he loved just being around Adam and he decided once he dealt with the Steve situation, he was going to buy a ring and propose to Adam, they both finished at the same time and Adam pulled himself off of Lucifer*

Lucifer: That was a really good surprise you had for me.

Adam: I wanted to try being adventurous and doing it outside in nature, just you and me.

Lucifer: It was perfect.

*Lucifer sat up and placed kisses all over Adam’s face*

Lucifer: Would you like to have lunch now?

Adam: That sounds really good and I am sure Lute will need me to check in with her.

*Lucifer nodded, Adam’s friend was just concerned about his safety, they then went back to the cabin where Adam could check in with Lute and Lucifer started making lunch for them*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Mafia Daycare Au

Husk: Boss, I know you're nervous but daycare will be good for Charlie. She needs to make friends and learn things that don't involve crime.

Lucifer took a drag off his cigarette and sighed, since Lilith left him after their daughter was born he's been very protective of her. That's his baby girl.

Lucifer: I know Husk I just...... If anything happened to her I'd have to kill someone.

He meant that literally. They both knew.

Charlie came racing in and ran to her dad, she was so excited to be starting daycare.

Charlie: Daddy daddy! It's time to go!!

Lucifer smiled at his little girl: Okay sweetie let's go. He put her in the car and drove her down to Eden Daycare Center.

He walked her to the door and went inside.

Adam heard the door as he was getting everything ready for the day. He turned and saw a very handsome man with his daughter come in.

He went right over to greet them.

Adam: Hello there, this must be little Charlie! I'm Adam and I'll be her daycare teacher.

*Lucifer looked over at the man running the daycare and was struck by how attractive he was, he had short brown hair that made him think of milk chocolate, honey brown eyes, and his body was muscular in all the right places and chubby in the right places, he was dressed in a punk style and quite ear piercings as well as a tongue piercing when he opened his mouth, Lucifer wondered what piercings Adam had under his clothes, reviews said he was very good with kids*

Lucifer: It is nice to meet you Adam, my name in Lucifer Morningstar.

*when Adam smiled at both of them, he knew he made the right choice, there was something about Adam’s smile that made him feel warm inside, he saw other parents arrive with their children, the children would get excited seeing Adam and he would greet all of them in a friendly and joyful manner*

Charlie: I already like him dad.

Lucifer: I feel the same way as well sweetie.

*Lucifer still wanted to have Husk guard the place, not because he didn’t trust Adam, it was to protect Charlie and now Adam, for some reason the thought of Adam getting hurt was unbearable to Lucifer*

Lucifer: I will be going now, but I will be back later. I love you.

Charlie: I love you too.

*Lucifer left a message to guard the place and went back to his life of the mob underworld*

[familyvideostevie]

have you done 5 for eddie yet?

athena i have not! here you go :)

intertwining your fingers __

When you ask Eddie to the movies for your third date you don't think he'll say yes. You are pretty sure he liks you -- he blushes near constantly when you look at him and his eyes follow you around like a target, but...he hasn't kissed you yet. You wonder if he's decided you aren't worth the trouble, just a pretty face with no substance.

But he's been eager to see you again and suggests Aliens when you ask and despite hating horror movies and having skipped the first one, you agree. Maybe he'll let you tuck into his side during the scary bits. And here you are -- jumping what feels like every scene, your hand squeezing Eddie's knee far too hard. His arm is around you and every time you look at him you can see the pink dusting his cheeks at your closeness.

A particularly frightening jump scare sends your face into his shoulder and he pries your hand from his leg to intertwine your fingers.

"Gonna give me bruises," he whispers. "Not exactly the kind I imagined, sweetheart."

That gets a soft laugh out of you that's covered by Sigourney Weaver's screams, the pet name making your cheeks heat. Maybe he does like you the way you've hoped. You don't even bother looking at the screen, opting to take a deep breath of Eddie instead -- cigarettes, motor oil, and something lighter, softer. His palm is warm and his thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Hey," he says against the shell of your ear. "Lemme distract you." You pull away from his shoulder find him so close that your noses brush. You have a belated realization that this is why he sat you all the way in the back of the theater. But he just lingers for a second, breath hot on your lips as your eyes flutter close.

"Okay," you say, just in case he's waiting for your go-ahead. It seems to be the right move because the arm around you tightens a little and then you're kissing. Eddie kisses you through the final act of the movie, through the explosions and the screaming. He kisses you until the lights come on.

He pulls away once they do and glances around sheepishly to see if anyone caught you but no one seems to care. You're feeling a little dazed and Eddie looks a little mussed himself, adjusting his pants when he thinks you're not looking before he drags you out of your seat, all glassy eyes and messy hair.

"Hungry?" he asks. You nod, brain catching up with how happy you are, and he just winks and brings your still-entwined hands to his mouth to kiss your pulse point.

It's safe to say he likes you.

kiss prompts for eddie or steve baby blurbs

[oracleofapollon]

visiting bf!steve one day and seeing him in a crop top for the first time.

he acts casually, doesn't mention his new piece of clothing at all. and steve's as sweet as always; he kisses your cheek, takes your bag, makes you your favorite drink. always asks about your day - he quietly murmurs when agreeing with you or softly chides you when you're being too harsh on yourself.

and he's truly perfect for you. no one's ever made you feel this understood, heard, or cared for.

but his soft tummy is all you can this about right now; the way it looks like when he bends, and how the light pink scars adorn his sides, and, god, his happy trail is visible. dark hair disappear into his slightly rolled down sweatpants, the beginning of his v line exposed. it's so hard not to stare, so hard not to let your imagination show you just where the coarse hair lead to.

your internal fight to keep looking into his eyes must be extremely obvious as steve doesn't stop smirking. and when during chopping some vegetables for dinner he starts stretching, top riding even higher, muscles flexing deliciously? you know he's doing it on purpose.

and you're not strong enough to survive more of his teasing.

so on your way out of the kitchen you drop a joking "slut" his way, and all you hear in response is his boyish laugh, victorious and warm, and you've never been more in love.

[heli0s-writes]

The text post about “ your fav is fucking his fist rn thinking of you” please lord let it be for Steve ( I’m. Late I know)

a/n: heheh it is :) 1.5k words of male masturbation ayyye. also, if you have not already, go check out @heavenbarnes’ ficlet, which haunts me everyday. please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

slow hands*

Steve jerks off— a lot.

Even before the serum, when he was just any other violently hormonal, grass-fed, free-range human boy, instinct couldn’t be denied. Even after a long period of reflection during his catechism days, he wasn’t able to make heads or tales out of why any creator might give two shits about whether or not Steve fucks his hand.

Now as a whopping 200-pound slab of grade-A, laboratory-engineered, serum-enhanced super-soldier, if he doesn’t pump one out every twenty-four hours, it’s hard to focus on much else. All of that unbridled testosterone crawls right up behind his eyes and his brain fizzles at the edges, agitated like an animal in a cage.

(So, although it’s mostly pleasure, it’s also necessity.)

He knows that it’s best before bed because early mornings or while showering requires working within the constraints of a ticking clock; if he’s got a packed schedule and needs a quick rub, fine, but not his favorite.

He knows that he likes certain activities, and if he’s looking at porn, specific categories and maybe a few performers will fit a niche—but sometimes he’ll spiral into a hundred other videos and he’s stayed up one (or five) too many nights doing that.

More than anything, Steve knows nothing beats his imagination, and he knows the best lies you can tell are ones with a bit of truth attached to them.

So, he plays a little game.

He thinks about you.  

Cheeky you, who’s always teasing him about taking life too seriously. So prim and proper, Steve, you purr, always Mr. Punctual. Aren’t you tired of being nice? Loosen up—go dancing, meet a girl, have a one-night stand; fuck with the lights on for once.

Hm. Sure he’d like to, but all he’s got is about forty-five minutes before bed because he’s frankly too busy (see: stubborn, see: not interested in just any girl) for anything else.

For forty-five minutes, Steve takes a moment of truth and runs warp speed into the burning sunset with it.

The time you put your hand in his hair to fix a flyaway before a press conference—what if you gripped it hard, instead? Your candy pink lip gloss on Friday evening—what if it smudged off on his jaw, his collar, his eager cock? How you looked lifting out of the pool with rivulets of water dribbling into the hollow of your throat—what if he pressed his cheek to it, drank from it?

(The expression that might cross your face when you realize Steve would very much like to fuck you with the lights on.)

When you kissed him on that mission in Thailand, sliding into his lap to hide the both of you in a corner nook of a restaurant. The taste of sweetened coffee passed from your mouth to his, and he couldn’t help but dart his tongue out. You playfully scolded him about taking advantage of a dangerous situation (it wasn’t that dangerous), and despite all your usual attitude, it was surprisingly cute how you couldn’t make eye contact afterwards, making him want to kiss you again just to figure you out.

Last night—when you smiled, the glimmer in your eyes like a sliver of moonlit coin and if he blinked at the wrong time, he might have missed it. Your breathy laugh, your little giggle, how you raggedly pant while you spar, he thinks about those sounds mingled with his name. Your weight, a perfect amount of pressure crawling on top of him, mapping out the expanse of his chest.

He’d be happy just to watch, finally able to see you in glimpses not bordering voyeuristic like when you zip up in the hangar or concerned when you peel off Kevlar layers smudged with gunpowder. No, you’d be relaxed and tangible, full and felt—breasts, waist, belly, the sides of your hips as you straddle him, pulling his hands toward your body and letting him touch you.

Steve sighs into the darkness of his room, sweats shucked off, lube-slick hand feeling for his already aching cock. What’s he going to think about tonight? The small of your back when you lean over the pool table? The long, graceful shape of your fingers exploring his torso? Your face dazed, tipsy-tinged after a few drinks and sweet on his shoulder?

(He would like more of that. He could make you look like that if you ever asked.)

His hips move in careful circles, testing his grip, nudging at the tunnel of his fist like how your pussy would resist the first thrust until he wedges his way past it, slipping the head of his cock into your warmth. You’d be so, so warm. So soft and tight and perfectly fitted around him.

“Ah, fuck,” Steve mutters, eyes squeezed shut.  

He fucks into his fist, the sound of slick gushing out like wet slaps, like the hot clutch of noise your tight hole would make as he’d stretch it out—as he’d stretch you out.

He’s panting harder. You‘d look breathtaking on all fours, head turned around to see him rutting inside, jaw slack in disbelief that your body could keep taking him like this, like you could break any moment.  

The pretty, pretty whimpers at the harsh punctuation of every thrust. They’d tear loose from your throat and you wouldn’t be able to bite them down anymore. You could unravel because of him—shattering because he’ll have gotten past your defenses, gotten so deep you could do nothing but arch back for more, needing him further, needing him to know you how nobody else knows you.

Steve’s mind races through each position— every arrangement of your arms and legs in ways you’d give into because he would make the burn delicious, blurring discomfort into pleasure, and how you wouldn’t care if it might hurt because desire would be the drive— him behind the wheel taking you closer to that cliff’s edge.

He’s peeling off into the horizon now, moaning, bucking carelessly, blinded by the bright sun, by the white threatening to explode behind his eyes.

“Uhhhnn—” he looks down at his throbbing cock, swollen with friction and fiction, his other hand rolling the tender skin of his sac between his fingers. He squeezes a hair trigger tighter, in pulses, mimicking how you’d feel close to coming, begging for his release to fill you. Your hands gripping his hair for purchase, hard and frenzied, the scrape of your nails on his scalp. And finally, the abandoned, purely physical response of your body during orgasm, the undeniable wrecked wail of his name.

He’d be rough and gentle all at once, he’d make you taste yourself, clean up the mess you’ve made on him, and then he’d kiss it out of your mouth when he fucks you again. You’d be sore already, and sore the next day. He’d want to leave you aching, shuddering, babbling and delirious for more, for only him.

You’d cry, Steve, oh—my god—oh my god—feels so good, Steve. Fuck me harder, please. However you want—whatever you want, I promise.

You’d suck on his fingers, bite down when it became too much, too good. You’d shake, and shake, and shake and Steve— he falls.

Spun out, headfirst, off the steepest bluff of his inventions and crashes into open waves beneath. Your moaning mouth, your soaked cunt, your entire being an unprimed canvas waiting for his splatter.

And it’d be perfect.  

He comes in ropes, gasping into the reverberating echo of his own breath, hips still moving, back still arched, wet slick dripping down into his fist where he keeps going, using it as another coat of lube. Maybe you’d squirt. Maybe you’d put your face in your hands, embarrassed, or maybe you’d lose all control and he’ll have to hold you up.  

The second wave comes fast and better than the first.

The third, easy, only tinged with a prickle of rawness that makes his toes curl.  

Steve’s chest is sweat-slick and heaving, heat rising off his body as he evens out, throat murmuring the syllables of your name in yearning. He nudges hair off his forehead with the back of his clean hand, and then he checks his clock.

Back to reality, forty-five minutes on the dot tells him he’s still punctual, as you say.

He cleans up, stretching his back as he ambles to the restroom before returning to bed, satisfied. And when Steve tucks himself in for another peaceful night’s sleep, he wonders what you do in the privacy of darkness and if your ritual is anything like his own.

Do you shuck off your lounge clothes? Do you fuck yourself beneath layers of covers with your fingers? A toy? Grab your tits and put those same fingers in your mouth? Do you think about someone—do you think about him? His dick is still half-hard, half-raring for another session because the fourth and fifth time, when it hurts even worse, feels like coming up for breath after a drowning-- feels beyond good.

He’ll think about you some more tomorrow.  

(He’ll think about making you come four or five times.)

[nancyqueerler]

imagine robin and steve still working at scoops ahoy and nancy comes in and picks the hardest ice cream to scoop and robin is Struggling but is determined to give the cute girl with pretty eyes her damn ice cream !!!!!

Robin had seen her come in. They locked eyes for one moment, and Robin saw her smile and wave a wordless hello. She saw her get in line, still smiling, all dressed up for her job. The dress she wore, white with tiny blue patterns striped down from the neckline to the skirt, a belt accentuating her waist, brought out her pearly blue eyes, like a lighthouse churned to life during the night.

She had tried to focus on doing her job, which was listening at other human beings order the ice cream they desired and simply using her iron scooper to ball it up and slick it onto cones. That was it, yet she kept fumbling through each order as though they were holding a gun to her head.

When Nancy came up to the register, it felt like she was pointing a blazing bazooka at Robin.

"Hey," she creaked, quickly clearing her throat of its nerves. "What can I get you started with today?"

"Uhm." Nancy glazed over the flavors, fingers pressed up against the glass barrier, bottom lip between her teeth and her eyelashes blocking the light of her eyes. Robin smacked her chest over her heart to scare it into silence. It didn't work.

Nancy looked pretty. She looked like a porcelain doll whose cheeks were dusted pink and her hair was puffed to frame her face to each angle. Rose perfume wafted off her like an aura. She might as well have come walking in cradling an entire bouquet of freshly-picked reds.

A princess in a sailor-themed ice cream parlor.

"How about," Nancy began, cuffing her wrist in her fist, "Rocky Road? Haven't tried that in years..." she added under her breath, flicking her focus back over to Robin.

Poor bird could have burst right then and there. With her mouth hung open, disguising her utter horror by perking the corners of her lips, she detached her eyes from Nancy's and dropped them on the untouched tub of brown, chock-full of chocolate and almond bits, freckled with marshmallows ice cream and immediately felt her gut cave in on itself.

Shit.

"Uh, totally. Let me just..." Robin fought her phalange muscles to wrap around the scooper's grip and unhooked it from its holster. Her gloved hand pointed at either a cone or a cup, Nancy gestured with her lips to the cone. Robin plucked one from the tower and warily dug the claw of the scoop into the thick Rocky Road.

Robin hated Rocky Road for only one reason: it was a damn thing to scoop. It had Rocky in the name for a reason. Bits and chunks acting as actual forks in the road. She often felt obliged to use both her arms to haul one boulder of it, but humiliating herself never did sound worth it. Especially when the prettiest girl was right in front of her, staring politely and grinning beautifully.

This is what I get for skipping gym class, she thought, jerking the scooper so the claw sunk deep inside. Right then she knew a piece of chocolate would impede the process, so she quickly hooked it deeper until the chocolate snapped and she was given way to pave the road.

When she began pulling the scooper towards herself, she was grateful for the gloves. Her palms had sweated like a glass of water left out under the sun, but the plastic of the gloves kept her grip firm on the handle. She heaved, and just as she was getting the hang of it, a piece of almond broke off the steady drive and the scoop derailed. Robin rapidly hitched the claw back and continued, cursing herself and turning a shade too red to dismiss as feeling too hot inside an ice cream parlor, successfully attaining a half-pretty ball of Rocky Road.

When she prepared to hand it over to Nancy, mentally congratulating herself for not fracturing her wrist bone, the girl stopped her.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to say I wanted two scoops."

Shit.

Robin might as well have actually fractured her wrist bone. She went in for another scoop, digging the claw in beside the other chasm of missing ice cream, and began again.

This time, she trembled. She had refused to look at Nancy before, but now she could feel the girl's stare on her as her entire arm started to tremor. If she was shaking due to the strength she was exerting, the nerves biting her veins, or both, she couldn't tell.

Steve would make fun of her for this later. She was sure he was staring from the break room.

It didn't help that she let out an unwilling breath of exhaustion when she finally got the other scoop.

"Uhm, here! That's—That'll be three-fifty, please." Robin handed Nancy the cone without looking, feeling a hot wave travel up her body like a late afternoon shadow. She stuttered on the register when Nancy handed her a five dollar bill.

"Thank you, Robin," said Nancy, and this time Robin did look up. The girl was smiling a terribly bright smile that might have burned Robin's retinas if she stared too long.

"No problem, Wheeler. Enjoy your ice cream." Robin forced down whatever frog was about to make her croak. She grinned, Nancy nodded, but she didn't leave.

She opened her mouth and said: "I think I'll start taking Steve's advice more often."

Robin knitted her brows, confused. "What?"

"He'd said that I'd get a good show out of you if I came in and ordered Rocky Road," and she said this smiling again, licking the ice cream beginning to trickle down the cone.

"He told you to—"

"I think I'll come around again tomorrow," she said, cutting off a red-faced Robin. "It was cute watching you struggle." She left then, closing Robin's fist filled with change and grabbing a few extra napkins.

Robin didn't know how long she had stood there behind the register, echoing the word cute in her brain until it felt like it was the only word she had ever heard come out from anyone's mouth. When Steve came around and slung an arm over her shoulders, she had enough mental capacity to say: "Fuck you. I owe you one."

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Hope this is what you had in mind! I enjoyed writing this one.