#joe keery x plus size reader

[ssweetleaf]

thinking about pretty boy steve and his plus size gf :( <3

He’d be so obsessed with you, using every waking moment with you to love and dote on you, pressing chaste kisses to your soft, squishy skin and leaving little glistening stains of his favourite strawberry chapstick.

He’d pay a lot of attention to your tummy— lathering the sweet flesh with his tongue and mouth, his hands trailing along your love handles, and all the little bits you didn’t entirely like about yourself— he’d love them, and he’d just hope that someday you’d feel the same way about your plushness. <3

Steve would drool over your tits, eyes bulging out of his skull at the sight of them, no matter how many times he’d lay eyes on them. He’d pay close attention to your sensitive nipples, suckling on the pebbled buds and grazing his teeth occasionally, revelling in your little whines and whimpers that fell from your pretty, pouty lips— his cock would rut just thinking about all of it.

And your thick thighs— so big and soft, perfect for biting and leaving little hickies, even more perfect for sliding his cock between, squishing your knees to your chest while fucking between your warm thighs, occasionally bumping your clit with inward thrusts, leaving you whining out for him.

Though, Stevie would only slide into your pussy, only let you cum once you agreed with him how absolutely beautiful you were. If not, he could always get a little mean…

[justmeinadaze]

Hi lovely!! I want to start off by saying how TALENTED YOU ARE, genuinely you are my favourite writer on this platform for Eddie and Steve LOL

I was hoping we could get some more of pornstar! steddie as it is my literal favourite ( Maybe something where the reader is innocent and hasn't had much or any sex and asks them to teach her stuff or something? ) I don't know, if you feel up to writing it you can add anything you want!!

Again, absolutely adore you and your writing, and I hope you are having a wonderful day!!

xo Cherry 💫

A/N: I changed this a bit. I hope that's ok. I didn't want it to be too close or similar to Corroded Corpses "Boys On Film" (Check it out! Its amazing!)

Thank you for your compliments <3. I love you!

Warnings: Pornstar Steddie/ Plus Size Fem Y/N, established relationship, best friends to lovers, SMUT (dirty talk, 'teaching', facesitting, 69, pretty lady on top). FLUFF. Mentions of reader never having been on top because of her size (brief), she does have some reservations but they squash that.

Word Count: 2786

Steddie Asks/ Donate to Me

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hang on a minute, little lady.”, Eddie practically shouts as you roll your eyes and Steve laughs through his teeth. “You’re telling me that you’ve never ridden a guy before?”

“Ok, this was a mistake. Let’s just pretend I didn’t say anything and keep watching your dirty movie alright?”, you sigh completely flushed with embarrassment.

The three of you had been best friends for so many years and you were never once shy around each other. You had seen them naked and vice versa, openly told the other about any sexual experiences you had or were currently having, and they even opened up to you about signing up to be in a porn film, bringing it over a few months later to show you the finish product. 

But when it came to other aspects of your relationships, you kept things to yourself especially after they beat up one of your ex’s for calling you a “fat slut” when you two got into a fight. 

“No, no. Please, go on. I’d love to hear more because I don’t understand why any man wouldn’t want to watch you bouncing around on top of them.” Again, you tried to shy away but Steve grabbed your hands and moved them away from your face. “Come on, honey. I’m serious. No teasing.”

“I mean…look at her…”, you smile hoping your tone sounds playful as you gesture towards the screen. “I mean…”

“Yeah. That’s a person…Wait…are you an alien?!”

“Stop it, Ed. Yeah, Y/N. We see her…I don’t see a difference though.”

“Really, Steven? You don’t see ANY difference?”, you sass as you get to your feet and place yourself by the tv screen. “NOTHING at all?”

“Are you trying to tell me the reason you’ve never been on top is because you’re curvy?”

“That’s a nice way of putting it, Eddie, but let’s be blunt here. I’m a fat girl. I’m too heavy and add in the fact that no one wants to see my…everything…jiggle.”

“Speak for yourself.”, he mumbles under his breath. 

“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, Steve asks a bit more forcefully than he meant to. “Because we’ll fucking kill anyone that fucking lied to you like that. If it’s you then we can just spank it out of you.”

Both men smile when you giggle.

“Do you know how? To ride a dick, I mean.”

Your eyes narrow Eddie’s way as he nonchalantly places the beer bottle in his hand on the table beside his bed. 

“I mean…there’s not much to it…I imagine. Why? Wanna teach me, porn star?”

“We can if you want us to.”

Your gaze shifts between theirs waiting for the punch line followed by their infectious laughs that make you feel warm inside and out. But it never comes as they continue to stare at you with their wide, expressive eyes waiting on you to decide. 

“Why?”

“It’s not like we’re making love or anything. We’re just…teaching…It will be like how we were on set except there’s no camera.”

“We know we’re not your type anyway.”, Steve jests as he reaches out to lightly hit your knee. 

“Who says?” That grabs their attention as their heads fully snap in your direction. “I mean, we’ve never really talked about it but I always thought I wasn’t your type. Personally, I think you’re both sweet, funny, attractive…I guess.”

They laugh gently at your joke as you smile their way. 

“Ok!”, Eddie claps his hands loudly together as he bounces off the mattress. “Harrington, you lay on the floor here and Y/N, go ahead and take off everything from the waist down.”

Your eyes widen in amusement as you watch Steve slide off the bed with zero hesitation as he does what his friend suggestions and removes his shirt before tossing it to the side. 

“Are you…are you sure? I don’t…”

“Hey.”, the metalhead coos in a much softer voice as he takes you hand and guides you onto your feet. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just say the word. We’ll still love you.”

“You promise? I don’t…I can’t lose you two.”

With a tender smile, Eddie cups your face in his hands and brings his lips to your own for a tender kiss. 

“We’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. Cross my heart.”

“And hope to die.”, Steve adds as his fingers comfortingly caress your thigh.

“Well, let’s not go that far.”, you tease, trying to keep the mood light as you remove your shorts and panties. “Now what, Mr. Munson.”

“Oooo I like that.”, he jokes as he guides you to your knees, watching as the other man falls flat on his back and runs his fingers through his hair to push it way from his face. “Ok, now, whenever you’re ready, I want you to place both knees on either side of his head and—”

“You want me to sit on his face?” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods. “I’ve…I’ve never done that either—”

“I figured.”

Smirking, you lightly punch his chest causing both boys to chuckle before suddenly feeling soft kisses trailing up your thigh as Steve sits up on one of his elbows. 

“It’s ok, honey, trust me. I can handle it and if something’s not right I’ll tap your leg three times.”

His beautiful amber eyes watch you carefully as you exhale, allowing you all the time you need before you gradually crane your neck to kiss his lips. 

“Good girl. Come on.”, the former jock praises as you allow them to maneuver you till your lower half was hovering just above him with your hands balancing on his chest and his cling to your thighs. 

“Can, um, can I have a bit more vulnerability?” Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion at your question till you gesture with your head at what you want, laughing as he leans over to unbutton Steve’s jeans to pull them down his ankles. 

“Ay! Be careful down there. I’m not a rag doll.”

You smile as he scolds the metalhead but you can’t help it when a shaky breath leaves you as his admittedly large cock tries to push through the hole in his boxers. 

“Is she turning you on, bud?”

“Fuck off, Munson. It’s just… Y/N, your pussy smells good.” Lifting his head, he presses his nose between your folds and your eyes roll back as his wide tongue follows. 

“God, you look so fucking sexy, sweetheart. N-Now, go ahead and roll your hips a-against his tongue. You can use his chest for balance if you need to.”

Doing as he instructed, you rolled your hips forward, whimpering when he grazed your clit down to your entrance, just barely dipping in before pulling back. You tried again with a bit more confidence causing Steve to groan underneath you as his mouth closed around your little bud.

“D-Did…did I hurt you?”

When he shook his head, he let go of your bundle of nerves with an obscene slurping pop that had your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“No, baby. Fuck, you taste like heaven. You can push down harder if you need to. I’m ok.”

Baby

They’d never called you that before. Hearing it now drove you crazy as your nails dug into his chest and grinded your body against him. 

“Atta girl. You like that? You like hearing him compliment you like that?”, Eddie murmured as he pressed his nose into your cheek and left feathery light kisses along your skin. 

One of Steve’s palms released you and you both watched as he dug into his boxers to free his cock, collecting the copious amount of precum leaking from the tip to use as he stroked himself looking for a much-needed release. 

“O-Ok, fuck, now, I want you to bounce on his tongue, babe. Use your knees to lift yourself up a-and come back down till you feel him deep in that tight little pussy.”

You tried to do what he commanded but there was some self-conscious part of your brain that was terrified of hurting the boy beneath you. Eddie noticed your trepidation, hastily gripping your jaw and turning your eyes to meet his. 

“Don’t. Don’t think about your size or what those other fuckers told you. He said he’d tell you if he needed to stop. Do you not trust him?”

“N-No, I do. I do.”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I’m sorry.”, you pant as you push yourself up straighter and utilize your knees to do what he instructed. As your body came back down, Steve’s thick, large tongue filled you so completely that you felt like you wanted to cry from pleasure. “Fuck, Steve. N-No one’s ever…been this deep…”

“You haven’t had me yet, sweetheart. Now, make yourself cum.”

After licking his fingers, Eddie reached between you and matched your rhythm as he messaged your clit. You were suddenly overwhelmed with euphoria as the coil snapped and Steve arms quickly wrapped around your middle, holding you in place as you rode out your high. 

“Good…good girl. Let him lick you clean, pretty girl.”

Your body twitched as you fell against him, his tongue still devouring you but now at a much slower pace. Your heavy eyes glanced towards his length that was now firey red and you couldn’t stop yourself when you carefully circled your fingers around him. 

“Ah, fuck.”, he whined at the sensitivity, seemingly on the edge of a release. Raising your head, you spit over his tip causing his head to hit the floor with a little thunk as he absorbed the feeling of your palm stroking his length. “Fuck, her hand feels good. Her pussy t-tastes amazing, Ed. It’s everything we…”

You couldn’t hear what he mumbled to Eddie as your lips fully enveloped him and all you good manage to absorb was the throbbing of his length on your own tongue. Steve’s fingers tangled in your hair as his hips thrust upwards and you allowed him to use your throat as he chased his high. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck…fuck! M’gonna cum.”

His seed spurted its warmth as he grunted in pleasure above you. After swallowing everything he had to give, you kissed his tip and he lazily man-handled you around till your face was level with his so he could passionately kiss your lips. 

“Are you ready for your second lesson, Y/N?”

At the sound of his strained tone, your gaze shifted towards Eddie who had his cock in his hand that now look just as red and angry as Steve’s had.

“Yes, Mr. Munson. I’m ready.”

Smirking at your answer, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms and climbed back on to his mattress with you on top of him straddling his waist. As he reached for the pack of condoms on his bed side table, your hand extended out to stop him. 

“I’m, um, I’m on the pill. I mean if you want to.”

Blinking, you noticed his confident demeanor faulter slightly. 

“Are you sure? With everything we do…on set and…”

“Are you safe?”

“Yeah, yeah, princess, I’m clean. I…we just understand that…you may have a viewpoint of us…”

Placing your palms under his ears, you softly kiss his lips as your thumbs caress his cheeks. 

“Did someone tell you this or is this you?”, you echo their words from earlier. “Because I’ll kick anyone’s ass who—”

“Yeah, yeah, ya dork.”, he jests as he playfully smacks your behind. “Ok, I’ve, um, I’ve never done it raw so…if your pussy is as good as Steve says it is…I may ruin this particular lesson by busting too soon.”

Giggling at his now nervous demeanor, you lift off your shirt and toss it towards the other boy who catches it midair before throwing it on the floor near your pants so he can climb in beside you both. 

“I like this bra. It’s cute.”, Steve compliments as his fingers trace the black lace while Eddie’s own hands rub up and down your sides.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby, just slide down onto my dick. Take your time, there’s no rush.”

Nodding, Eddie holds his shaft as your entrance hovers just above him. Just the warmth alone that’s radiating from your cunt has his cock twitching before you slowly begin to descend onto him. 

“Shit.”

“What? Did I do s-something? Am I—”

His ringed hand clasps over your mouth as his other keeps you in place. 

“No. You’re not too heavy. Stop thinking about all that bullshit. Fuck, I really am going to fucking cum before she even moves.”

Steve grins at the man’s words as he winks at you reassuringly. Knowing that he’s alright, you continue to lower your body, taking him in inch by inch till you feel him fully sheathed inside you. 

“Eddie.”

“How does it feel, baby?”

“So…deep. Feels different…better…”

“Go—Go ahead and roll your hips.” You do as he says, repeating your movements you had done with the other boy causing an electricity to shoot through you as his cock grazes something inside you that you weren’t even sure was there. 

“Oh my god.”

“There’s the spot.”, he whispered. “Take over, Y/N. Balance on my chest and hit that spot, baby girl. Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”

While you ride his length, you don’t notice the way your tummy jiggles or that from his angle you may not look flattering. All you can focus on is him and how he feels inside you. With every press of that button, you whimper and mewl his name causing you to clench tighter to him as he groans at the sound of you moaning. When you’re finally able to open your eyes to look at him, you notice his chocolate ones are zeroed in on where you two connected as his hands absently guide your movements on your waist. 

Occasionally, his gaze shifts to your breasts as he licks his lips at the sight and desperate to please him, you reach behind you to undo the clasp, throwing it to the ground. Leaning up towards your chest, Eddie wraps his mouth around one of your nipples and your fingers thread through his hair as you grind your hips against his. 

“So fucking beautiful. Cum for me, baby.”

Pushing at his chest, you chase your high and he bites his bottom lip at the sight as you finally truly take over. Your body shudders as your rhythm stutters and your pussy quivers as you come undone. It’s more than Eddie can handle and his grip becomes almost bruising as he guides your sloppy movements till you feel him empty deep inside you. 

“F-Fuck…oh, careful, pretty girl.”, he coos as you wince when you try to lift your body off his. “Can, um, is it ok if I hold you like this?”

Smiling, you nod as lay your head under his chin and he circles his arms around you so he can play with your hair. 

“In a minute we can take a shower and get you clean.”, he whispered as they both listened to you steadily breathe.

“Am I your type?” Confusion paints both their features and you push up on your knees so you could see them both. “You said you weren’t my type but I said that you were. Am I yours?”

Their gaze shifts to each other before Steve chuckles under his breath. 

“You didn’t hear what I said, did you? I said that your pussy was everything we ever talked about it being. That’s not all we talk about though. You’re kind and strong—”

“Sarcastic as fuck.”, Eddie cuts in making you laugh. 

“You’re so gorgeous, honey. When we were shooting our scenes we, uh, we pretended she was you.”

Both men sit up with the metalhead holding your body to keep you against him. 

“If you want this to be a onetime thing we understand but if not…”

“We’d like to take you on a date.”

“Maybe give you some more lessons.”

“Hey now. I’m sure I can teach you both a thing or two.”, you giggle as they beam up at you with nothing but care. “Ok, as long as you can promise me that no matter what I won’t lose you. You’ve been my best friends for so long and I love you so much.”

Placing his hand on the back of your neck, Eddie guides your lips to his. 

“What did I say, babe? We’ll always be here, no matter what. Cross my heart.”, he grins as he does the gesture over his chest and Steve follows, finishing it by grabbing your cheeks in both his massive palms to kiss you. 

[ash5monster01]

would you do a reader with Stevie Nicks vibes and she's like spiritual and that sort of things x Steve Harrington.

I don't have any plot ideas so i understand if you won't do it (btw sorry if you can't understand something english is my second language so I struggle a lot with it)

Not What I Expected

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader!PlusSize

Warnings: language, underage drinking, sexual attraction, blatant flirting, some fluff

Summary: Steve it taken by surprise when he discovers how attracted he is to one of Robins friends, especially since you were the kind of girl he never expected to like

word count: 2k

Masterlist

Steve isn’t sure why he agreed to go to a party at Robins house. He imagined something quite like Dustin and his friends playing Dungeons and Dragons in the basement. It was probably more like book club or band practice. Either way Steve knew it wouldn’t include keg stands and girls in tiny tops like his infamous party’s once did. At the end of the day though, Robin was his best friend, and that’s how he finds himself standing outside her front door with a 6pack of beer tucked under his arm and an award winning smile on his face.

“Hey dingus, you showed!” Robin grins wide, eyes a little hazy and a half drank wine cooler in her hands. Steve snorts at the sight and shakes his head as he steps inside the house she hadn’t technically welcomed him into yet.

“And you’re drunk” he states, shimmying the members only jacket off his arms and onto the rack by the door. Robin rolls her eyes at the boy with a big head of hair.

“Barely, come on. Come meet my friends” and Steve doesn’t even have a chance to set down the case of beer as Robin drags him into the living room. He’s not sure who’s more nervous, him or the array of students he was about to meet. To them he was still legend among the halls, King Steve. To himself he was nothing more than a burnout who was working at a Video Store instead of going to college.

“Guys this is Steve, Steve these are my friends” Robin presents when they enter the room and multiple pairs of eyes land on them both. Robin releases his hand and falls onto the couch beside a boy he recognized from the Paper. He had seen Nancy with him a few times.

“Hi” Steve announces with a wave, trying to ignore the awkwardness as he sets the case of beer down on the coffee table. Everyone just stares as he slides a bottle out and pops the top off with ease against the edge of the table. A natural.

“Find a seat Steve, we were just discussing marching band” and Steve groans without a thought, shuffling to the couch on the other side of the room. He had yet to glance at the two girls sat upon it when he hoists himself onto the arm.

“What, to lame for you?” an unfamiliar voice inquires. Steve drops his gaze to the girl beside him and what he doesn’t expect is the way his throat dries. You’re a bigger girl, yeah, but from where he’s sat he has a grand view of the cleavage that hangs out of your black top. It’s as if you hadn’t quite left the 70s, the outfit nearly identical to the one Stevie Nicks wears on the Rumours album. You’re the opposite of any girl he has ever taken on a date, and yet he’s suddenly at a loss of words.

“What Steve means by his vocal distaste is that he listens to me drone on and on all day about marching band. Plus I’m sure he half expected a rowdy game of beer pong” Robin says and Steve finally glances past the girl beside him to spot the infamous Vickie. Suddenly he knew exactly why Robin spoke for him before he did. He didn’t necessarily hate marching band talk, he just never heard the end of ‘Today in Marching band Vickie-’.

“I take offense to that but also any game wouldn’t kill you. Save the yapping for wine night or at least when you’re at school” his statement makes Robin rolls her eyes but nonetheless she sits up. As much as she hates to admit it she did want her small shindig to feel like a real party. Yeah she couldn’t go all out like Steve once did but she could at least make this night memorable for her friends.

“Fine Steve, any suggestions” Vickie asks, an identical wine cooler to Robins cradled to her chest and Steve thinks for a moment.

“Nothing to athletic” the newspaper kid points out. Steve somewhat recalls Ned, maybe Fred?

“Fred, it’s Steve. Everything he does is athletic” the girl beside him pipes up. He doesn’t even have time to recognize he had recalled the boys name correctly when he’s reminded of your presence.

“Thanks Rhiannon, I’ll take that as a compliment. As for you Fred, crack a beer and live a little” Steve says, adoring the way your eyebrows raise at the sudden nickname while he tosses one of his beers to the scrawny boy.

“Does that mean you have a game in mind?” Robin asks her best friend, worrying just a little that mixing these two crowds may have been the wrong choice.

“Yeah Robin, I do”

That’s how the group finds themselves on the back patio, a boom box playing a Survivor song a touch too loud, while Steve sets cups along the table. Robin furrows her eyebrows when she eyes six cups along the table instead of five. Everybody watches silently as the tall boy works at setting up the perfect game.

“Alright me and Rhiannon are Captains, she gets first pick” Steve claps his hands and Robin finally points at the red solo cups sat before them.

“Steve, there’s only five of us” she says and Steve grins at his friend.

“I know, that’s why Rhiannon has first pick. I’ll play double for my team which will put us at disadvantage” Steve tells her and Robin isn’t entirely sure that’s a disadvantage when she looks at the friends surrounding them.

“You know that’s not my name right?” you tell the boy as you stand beside him, prepared to make your first pick.

“Yeah, but I think you love it anyway” and you can’t help the soft blush that dusts your cheeks. You almost want to curse yourself for being no different than any other girl that falls for the charm of Steve Harrington.

“I pick Robin” you announce to remove his attention off you and Robin grins at being the first one picked. Quickly she shuffles to the side of the table you stand on. Steve crosses his arms as he looks between his two options. As much as he can guarantee Vickie is better at the game he wants to provide his best friend the opportunity of standing next to her all night.

“I’ll take Freddie” Steve says, waving his hand. The boy with glasses too big for his face nervously steps over despite the shock that King Steve has just picked him to be on a team. Vickie grins at the girls, rushing over and pulling them into a hug that doesn’t fail to make Robins entire face red.

“The game is simple, finish your drink, flip the cup, and move on to the next person. It’s a relay, and relies on teamwork, think you can handle it?” Steve asks, eyebrows lifting at his opponent who’s even prettier up close. Your eyes are mesmerizing even through the smudged makeup and your wide sleeve brushes the table each time you reach for your cup. Steve is shocked to find how attracted to it he is.

“Me and Rhiannon start, when our cup lands the next person drinks and does the same. Ready?” Steve asks, eyebrows jumping and smirk on his face. You look at him determined, mimicking his movements when he taps his cup to the table, lifts it to your own, taps the table again, then dumps the liquid down his throat.

It’s no surprise to anyone that Steve lands the cup on the first try. It takes you two but Fred’s struggling saves your team the time anyway. Steve is now on his other side, waiting for Fred to land so he can take the final drink. While he struggles both you and Vickie cheer when Robin lands it on her second try. By the time Vickie has finished her gulp, Fred finally lands, and Steve dumps his second drink down his throat as quick as he can. Yet it’s not fast enough because Vickie lands on her first try just as Steve sets up to flip his own. The girls cheer as Fred gives Steve a sheepish look. As much as Steve hates losing he squeezes the boys shoulder anyway.

“Nice work Fred” he praises and a large smile breaks across the boys face.

“Take that Steve!” Robin shouts and Steve laughs as he starts to reset the cups for the next round.

“You won’t be saying that for long Rob. Rotate” Steve grins at her and they do as he says, adjusting the team’s order, putting Robin and Fred at the start.

None of them are entirely sure how many games have been played but Steve is highly aware that he’s run out of beer and is beginning to feel the buzz of playing double on his team for so long. Robin is clearly tired and starting to slouch against Vickie so he calls it and deems the girls the winners.

“So, do we get a prize?” you ask him with a teasing glance, the alcohol giving you more confidence then you should have when talking to the popular boy. Steve eyes Robin and Vickie sleepily sitting on the patio furniture, offering them no attention while Fred went inside to use the bathroom.

“Depends, what do you want?” Steve asks, leaning closer and almost begging for the girl to want to kiss him.

“More nights like these” you answer simply and Steve furrows his brows, giving you a questioning glance that you don’t miss. “It’s just, I’ve never seen my friends so happy. You did that for them Steve”

“It was a drinking game” he states and you shrug, looking around the back patio lit up by string lights. The smell of beer is in the air and your friends are falling asleep, but it’s the most content you’ve ever been.

“To you maybe, but for us we finally felt like we were apart of something” you say, turning back to look at him just to find he’s already staring you down with the same intensity he had all night. In fact you’d never had a guy look at you like that, like he so badly wanted to kiss you. You never expected it to be Steve Harrington of all people.

“Can I take you on a date?” Steve suddenly asks and you can’t stop the shock that covers your features. It’s the last thing you had expected him to say.

“You don’t even know my real name Steve” you tell him and he grins, shrugging his shoulders and scooting closer to you.

“Don’t worry about it, you can tell me on our date” he tells you and you snort out a laugh, shaking your head at the boy and beginning to understand why Robin was so fond of him.

“I haven’t even agreed yet” you tell him but he just smiles, nudging his shoulder against your own.

“That doesn’t matter, I’ll pick you up here at 7. I’m sure Robin would love to help you get ready” he grins wide and you sigh, looking up into his large and kind eyes. Much different from how they had looked back when he was still in High School.

“Fine, I’ll be here at 7” you agree and he grins wide before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

“Great! See you then, I’m gonna go check on Fred” and he’s gone as soon as he appeared and you smile wide when he disappears into the house. Realizing you who once felt so different from anyone else, unable to be an object of desire, was going on a date with Steve Harrington.

“Man am I in trouble”

[damon-loves-pie]

Steve Harrington x chubby (plus size) female reader's first time together.

18+

Heavy breaths came out in pants while Steve thrusted against you, both hands firmly gripping onto the fleshy skin of your hips.

Why the fuck hadn't I done this earlier? He questioned himself, his eyes fixated on the way the soft skin on your ass recoiled as his hips sped up pace.

Grunts and whines escaping from how your thighs shook with each movement. Your cellulite being comparable to artwork, the way it splattered across them.

With one quick motion you were on your side, a starving Steve above you, eyes scanning your body. Something so different but so same to others he had seen before, tongue rolling against his bottom lip in desperation.

Every curve, roll, and canny being memorized while his long fingers dug into your hip, pushing his hips back into yours deeply, wanting to know how each part of you moves. 

His eyes rolling back with a groan as you looked back at him with hooded eyes, the little rolls of your love handles sticking out as he pounded you into the mattress forcing you to gasp out his name.

"God you're so beautiful honey." He mumbled, meaning every word that dripped from his lips. "Every part of you." He breathed, one hand tracing the stretch marks on your hips, while the other lifted the one thigh to his chest, needing to be deeper.

He'd know he was done for when you came, back arching off the mattress, small scream of his name as your plush tummy folded towards him. Making his hips sputter with a jerk, as a choked out moan escaped his lips, the ecstasy from his body spilling deep inside of you.

A small growl escaping as he pulled back, watching it dribble down the valley of your thighs, fingertips pressing roughly into them.

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

Hey!

what kind of stuff have you got lined up to write? Can’t wait for more!!! X

Hi hi sweet nonnie, thank you for reading! 🥺 I have a ton of stuff upcoming! Red is for the FILTHY smut 🤭✨

Part 3&4 of LSV (Gator fic)

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Baron x marmalade!reader

Eddie x cheerleader!reader

How the boys react to you crying (positively) during sex

Vlogger!Kurt Kunkle

Down bad!reader x soft dom!Eddie

Taking Gator/Baron’s virginity

[harringtons-cupid]

I'm in control sir - Joe Keery x Fem!Reader

➻wc. 3.2k

➻Warnings 18+: Clothes ripping, knife kink, edging kink (kind of) , Sir Kink, handcuffs. Creampies, female orgasm. Mouth gag.

➻Tagged: @sweet-villain @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @harrys-four-nipples @urlbitchin @joejoequinnquinn @oo0lady-mad0oo @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme @corneliuswatkins

I wrote this with the help of @2-manyfandoms21 & is based off THIS

Joe had always been adventurous in bed, he had grown quite the reputation. Not just because of his size.

You knew who he was, your friends were obsessed with his acting. You didn’t see what all the fuss was about.

He frequently visited the club you worked at, your friends would sit at the bar and giggle. Pretending that they were here for you but you knew they weren’t.

His crowd would over tip and reserve the VIP section at the back, one night your manager instructed that you be their waitress for the night. Groaning, you walk over and stand furthest away from their table.

“What can i get for you guys?” Your voice was bored and dry, tapping your foot impatiently as you looked at them emotionless.

The group began listing off their drinks, watching as you scribbled quickly on your notepad.

“Oh you’re quick at that, I wonder what else you’d be quick at” one of the guys jeered, elbowing his friend and laughing loudly.

You fake laughed and rolled your eyes, as you walked away to retrieve their drinks. You heard Joe speak firmly to them.

“Yo, don’t speak to her like that. She’s just doing her job and so just respect her man” he sounded irritated but spoke firmly.

They muttered something that you couldn’t hear, smiling to yourself as you began preparing their drinks.

Focusing on the list in front of you, you didn’t notice that a tall figure was standing at the bar until they stood in the light covering your list. Annoyingly you sighed and began to look up with an attitude when you locked eyes with him.

“Hey, I just wanted to apologise for my friend over there. I’m just glad he didn’t say anything worse, it was disrespectful and I’m sorry” he smiled at you softly, his hand sliding across to touch yours across the bar.

“Ahah, well thank you but I’m used to it” you brushed him off, your stomach fluttering unable to take your eyes off him.

Shaking off those feelings, you realised that he probably said it to all the girls and slid your hand away from him. Turning around to make their drinks, the barstool clattered from the weight of someone sitting down.

As you carried the drinks to the tray, you jumped in shock as he was sat observing you. Smiling nervously, you watched him slid his hand under the tray and began to walk back to the table.

Unable to mutter a word, you stood in amazement as he began to walk back. Allowing you to place the other drinks on the tray.

“You know, you shouldn’t have taken the tray off me” you hissed, slamming the drinks down onto the tray in front of him.

“Oh yeah? Is there anything else I’m not allowed to do?” He smirked, leaning forwards and whispering close to you.

You shuddered, as your eyes locked with his you grew more curious of him. Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by your friends who were squealing at the sight of Joe.

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before moving away of the bar, winking at you as he wondered over to your friends. They were frantically grasping for any thing that resembled a piece of paper.

Laughing as you poured the rest of his drinks onto the tray, lifting it above your head and walked past him. His eyes drifted onto your body, knocking his signature off the piece of paper. Your friend growled with jealously as they followed his gaze, you were bending over the table as you placed their drinks on the table.

Walking back to the bar, you smirked at him before disappearing into the back. When you returned he had moved his position at the table to face you, your friends were sat crowding the lower end of the bar.

''He keeps looking this way'' your friend giggled, hiding their face as they turned to gaze at Joe.

You smirked to yourself, knowing that he was only looking at you. The whole night flew by, you personally waited Joe's table. As you stood and took their orders, his hands would lightly brush against yours.

He wasn't drinking as much as his friends, mainly ordering soft drinks.

As you began to tidy up from the rush of the crowd, your friends still excitedly chatting about Joe. There was a sudden squeal of noise as a figure hovered over the bar, leaning towards you. Lifting your head up to look, you blushed instantly.

''Can I help you sir?'' you smirked,

''Oh you definitely can, if you call me that again'' he smirked, his eyes full of lust and trouble. His chains dangling around his neck with his white shirt touching the bar.

Your cheeks flushed red as his eyes traced your face, reaching further until your lips met. He pecked your lips softly and removed himself from the bar, winking at your friends and mumbling “ladies” before returning to his seat.

Flustered in shock you moved away from the bar, picking up some new stock and disappearing into the back. As you struggled to reach the top shelf, the door behind swung open.

Someone hovered behind you, their arms reaching above you as they lifted the box up to the top shelf for you. Toppling backwards into their torso, you noticed their white sleeves.

“Urr, you’re not allowed in here” you stumbled on your words as you looked up at him, he was smirking at you once more.

You suddenly felt so pathetic, your friends had drooled over this man for a while but you never saw the attraction. Until he was stood in front of you, grasping your cheeks with two hands and kissing you.

His lips were soft and plump, his tongue edging to be inside your mouth. Making you melt at his touch, kissing him harder as if your life depended on it.

A soft moan escaped your mouth, startling you apart. Your cheeks were burning red, touching your lips with his fingers as you sheepishly looked at him.

“I think I should go” you mumbled, taking one last look at him before disappearing through the double doors.

He reappeared a few moments after you, keeping your head down you pretended to clean a ‘dirty’ spot on the bar.

Your friends muttered to themselves as their eyes followed the room Joe just came out off, their eyes raised at you with a smirk.

“I know where you just were” your friend sneered, leaning over the bar towards you.

“Me? Yeah I was in the back room taking stock” you blushed, the thoughts ‘deny it, deny it deny it” floated around in your head.

“Oh yeah? With Joseph?” She smirked at you, scanning your face for answers.

“Joseph?” You questioned, turning around to face the alcohol bottles. Mumbling “fuck” under your breath.

Your friend rolled their eyes and resumed their conversation with the group, knowing that you wouldn’t admit it.

The night settled down, your friends rushed over to Joe’s group. They were all as drunk as each other, as you tidied the bar and closed it up. You noticed that he was sat on one of the bar stools, sipping the remainder of his drink.

“What are you doing after this?” He broke the silence, his eyes focusing on you and his lips pursed around the straw.

“Me? Uh, nothing probably going to go home and order a Chinese. You?” You steadied your nerves, biting your cheek to stop smirking.

You heard him hum to himself and slide his glass towards you, the bar stool grated against the floor and you heard him walk away.

Feeling slightly disappointed that he didn’t put up a fight, you watched him pull one of his friends aside and they began whispering. Within seconds, that friend was leading both groups out of the bar. Your friends waved at you happily before they disappeared outside.

Leaving you and Joe alone in the dimly lit bar.

“So, how are you getting home tonight darling?” His arms leaning either side of the bar as he watched you clean up.

“Oh, I was probably going to get the bus and then train” you smiled at him, sorting the last little bit left.

“Hmm, well I could drive you” he dangled his keys in your eye line and winked.

“You’d drive me?” Your eyebrows raised, laughing softly at him. Unsure if he was joking or not.

“Yeah, why not.” He was edging closer to you as you swung the bar top down and turned off the lights.

His hands touched your face first, feeling your hair as his lips met yours. Pushing you against the wall, your lips moved softly with his. Gasping as his body brushed up to yours, feeling powerless in a good way as he flexed his muscles, your arms tightly around them.

He kissed you until your lips were sore and your thighs were drenched.

“So? All I’ll do is drive you home, I want to know you’re safe” he grinned at you, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“Fine” you sighed, smirking as you led him outside in the car park.

He wondered to his white car as you locked the bar up and left the keys in the safe. You watched as he started the car, his arm resting on the passenger seat as he stared out the back window.

Somehow he looked stupidly attractive as he turned the car around so that the passenger side faced you. Rolling the window down, he smirked at you. Those black sunglasses tilted as he watched you walked towards the car.

“Right, so where we going then darling” he smirked, leaning over to kiss you before speeding off.

You hadn’t realised how confident he was, but then you remembered his reputation. Biting your cheek to avoid falling for his antics, he probably offered every girl a lift home as a pick up line.

He sped through the dark and dimly lit streets, you had told him your address just after he sped off. His radio was playing into the car, making you giggle from the speed.

Watching the night life speed past you, not noticing that he stole a few glances at you.

He arrived outside your apartment, turning to face you with a smile.

Cursing yourself for wanting to ask him but as you leant forward and smelt his cologne. You couldn’t help yourself.

“So? You fancy coming inside?” Mentally cursing yourself as the words fell out your mouth.

You watched as he smiled at you, secretly hoping that you would ask him.

“I never thought you’d ask” he laughed to himself, watching you roll your eyes at him.

Following you inside, his eyes looked around at your humble abode. Picking up your random ornaments and smiling at them as you poured you both a drink.

He took his seat on one of your sofas, bouncing himself to get comfortable as you walked into the room with your drinks. He patted a placed next to him with a smile, you waited for a moment.

Walking over to your vinyl player and placed a soft record on the deck, the music filled the room as you sat next to Joe.

Your nerves flushed through you as you sat close to him on your sofa. The ice in his drink clunked together with every sip, you melted into the sofa. His arm was resting above you, your faces were close together you can almost feel his breath on your skin.

Placing your drink down on the table, you opened your mouth to talk but you were stopped by his lips on yours. As he kissed you, his hands slid down your body pulling you onto his lap.

“I’ve thought you every time I came in to drink” he mumbled against your lips, tugging down on your bottom lip hard.

You blushed, slowly grinding yourself against his lap. Your nerves had disappeared, feeling a surge of power over him.

“You, thought about me? Huh?” You whispered, grinding harder with every word.

“Oh yeah, I was nervous to speak to you. You’re so pretty” He groaned, tipping his head back as your lips kissed his neck.

The bulge in his pants was pushing against you, growing bigger and bigger by the second.

“Don’t you say this to all the girls though?” You stopped for a second, pulling him out of his trance.

“I say some things to girls yes, but I haven’t dreamt about them like I have with you” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing red from embarrassment.

“That’s interesting to know” you smirked, standing up and motioning your finger for him to follow you.

Leading him into the bed, the music still played softly through the apartment. Pushing him roughly onto the bed, his eyes followed you as you dug under the bed. Pulling out a red box, inside were sex toys and items.

You dangled your red hand cuffs in front of him, motioning him to move up the bed. Your hands loosely took off his shirt, exposing his chest as he obeyed and let you chain him up.

“Good boy” you whispered in his ear, watching him buck his hips excitedly.

Leaving him on the bed for a second, before pulling out a small knife and waving it in his direction. Smirking, as you trail it down his body, watching him shiver as it weaved between his chest hairs until it reached the button of his jeans.

Placing the knife tip under the button and tugging it until it flew off into the room, giggling to yourself as he groaned and moved violently against the bed.

''See, naughty boys like you... Sir... don't get to speak'' you winked at him as you pulled out a piece of silk material and walked closer to him.

Whispering in his ear to choose a safe word, before placing it in his mouth. Thinking about the word he chose, 'walnuts' you shrugged and regained your position.

Your knife sliding down his jean zip and ripping the material off him, watching him struggle to shout in protest.

''I'm sure, that someone like you Sir. Would be able to afford new jeans, wouldn't now?'' you smirked and continued to rip away the material until it exposed his skin.

Your lips sucked hard on his thigh skin, leaving red marks. Trailing the knife over his skin, edging closer to his boxers. The jeans were ripped in the middle to expose his hard cock underneath his boxers, grinning you rubbed the knife over his cock.

He twitched with pleasure as the cool metal material felt nice against his hot throbbing cock, there was a wet patch near his tip. Pre cum had leaked out possibly in fear and in excitment. You rubbed the precum deeper into the material before lifting the waistband up with the knife and letting it smack down onto his skin.

Hearing him whimper in pain, you leant forward and kissed his bulge and waistband. His hips grinding against your face, dying for attention.

“Oh you poor thing, you really want me to touch you don’t you?” You teased, slapping the knife down onto his cock and watching him tremble.

He nods quickly, moaning into the silk material. You smile and place the knife down for a second, taking off your clothes until you stand in your underwear in front of him.

His eyes widen at the sight of you, bringing the knife to your skin. You let him watch as your body shivers at the sensation, moving closer and closer to him until you are straddling him once more.

Your hands tightly around his waistband, tugging them down so that his big cock hits your clit. You moan at the feeling, grinding against his cock desperately.

Moving your underwear aside, leaning forward and pulling the material out of his mouth.

“I want to hear you moan as I fuck you” you gasp, sliding down onto his cock.

Feeling it fill your dripping cunt, your hands move between his chest hairs as you begin to rock back and forth. His moans begin quietly before they echo into the room, smirking at him as his eyes tighten shut.

“Oh god, sir. Your big cock is filling up this little cunt, tell me about the dreams you have” you moan, quicking your pace.

“Well—oh fuck, i had a dream that I fucked you. Filled up your cunt with my cum” he groaned loudly.

You wondered how long he could last, his body was twitching with every movement. Overstimulated as his tip hit your soft spot.

“Are you going to relive that dream, sir?” You bit your lip as your clit hit his pelvic bone.

Twitching against his skin, as he began to thrust underneath you. Hit your soft spot, making it harder for you to maintain control. Collapsing onto his chest and letting him thrust inside you as your body shook.

Your moans turning into loud gasps, your fingernails gripping onto his skin as your cunt got wetter and wetter.

“Fuck, sir… you’re going to make me cum soon” you whined loudly.

He groaned into your neck, his chains rattling against the bed.

“Cum for me little one, cum on sir’s cock” he grunted, watching you whimper as you felt yourself relax.

Your body trembling as you came, he continued to thrust through your orgasm. Coating his cock with your cum, gasping hard into his neck.

“Oh fuck, you’ve drenched sir’s cock” he whines, edging closer to his own orgasm.

“You going to cum in me sir? Fill this pretty cunt with your cum? I need you too sir” you whined, your words getting him closer and closer.

Until you felt his body twitch, he groaned loudly before thrusting his hot load inside you.

“Turn around, I want to watch it seep out of you onto sir’s cock” he groaned, lifting you up off his cock.

You do as your told turning around, feeling him spread your cheeks apart and feeling the cum drop onto his cock. Until there was very little left inside you.

Reaching over, you picked up the key on your bedside table and unlocked the chains. He sighed with relief, the red marks on his wrists ached.

“I’m sorry about your jeans, I can always buy you more” you giggled, placing the sex toys back in their box.

“It’s okay darling, it was worth it. That was probably the best sex I’ve ever had” he laughed breathlessly.

You pointed to his jeans indicating that you should take them off, he shrugged but didn’t stop you as you peeled them off him. Sighing with relief as his legs were free, his boxers coming down with them.

He motioned his finger for you to join him on the bed, smiling you followed him. His arms felt safe and strong, closing your eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

“You know, I could get used to doing that again” you mumbled, your eyes feeling heavy as you listened to his heart.

You didn’t think that you would have ended up having the hottest sex ever with Joe Keery and you weren’t going to rush to tell your friends about it.

[agirlwithtinyjourneys]

Come and get it

Joe Keery x plus size!reader

Word count: 900 words

Summary: A sweet morning shower with your boyfriend Joe took an interesting turn.

warnings: (18+) Smut, M & F oral receiving, fingering, implied sex, blowjob.

The warm morning sun peaked through the window slowly waking you up from your slumber. As you stretch out your body, you felt a heavy arm resting over your waist. With a tired smile you snuggled back into his embrace.

"Good morning baby" Joe said through a sleep filled whisper as he pulls you closer to his body. You turn in his arms to face him and look up to take in his tired features as you run your hand along the moles down his cheek and neck. "Good morning handsome" replying as you move your hand up to run through his hair, something you always loved doing as you enjoyed how his hair was always soft to touch.

You both lay there in each other's embrace for a while before you look over at the clock on the bedside table that reads 10:15 AM. With a sigh you lift your head up to look at Joe who has his eyes closed. Knowing that he's still awake you reach up and gently poke his cheek. When he doesn't react you poke his cheek once more this time resulting in a smile to appear on his lips "What?" he asks through a slight laugh as he opens his eyes to look down to you. "We need to get out of bed if we're going to make it to lunch" you say before you start to get up however, you were stopped by joe pulling you back down to him holding you close to him. "Baby, I need to get up to shower before we leave" you whine as you look at him with a pout that just makes him laugh before asking "Can I join you?". This puts a smile on your face as you start to get up once again before turn around and saying "I was hoping you would" heading to the bathroom.

Turning in the shower waiting for the water to warm up, you strip off your clothes and check the temperature before you step under the warm water, closing your eyes as the warmth washed over you. After a few seconds you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back to reality as you leaned back into his embrace and rested your head back on his shoulder. After a few moments of basking in the warmth of the water you reached over to the soap and washing over your body and then grabbing the shampoo and washed your hair and rinsing it out while joe washed over himself. Once he was done you turned to Joe with the shampoo in your hand telling him to turn around as you washed and rinsed his hair for him.

Once you had finished rinsing his hair you felt his hand start to roam your body starting from where they rested on your hips while you had washed his hair. His hands slowly travelled up your body as one hand stopped at your breasts masssging one of them as his other hand stopped at the back of your neck to pull you closer to him as he kissed you. You moan quietly into the kiss as his hand slowly moves back down your body and slides his finger against your clit causing you to break the kiss as you gasp at the added pleasure. As the pleasure started to build Joe stopped and pulled away before dropping to his knees burying his head in between your legs flicking his tonue against your clit before he slid his tongue down to your entrance, slipping his tongue into you a couple of times. You let out a breathless moan as you feel him replace his tonuge with his fingers as your hands fall into his hair and start rocking your hips against him as his fingers push into your further and he flicks his tounge over your clit, causing the pleasure that was building to bring you closer to the edge. He pushed his fingers into you once more sending you over ther edge as you felt heat travel all around your body as your hand holding his hair became tighter causing him to groan against you.

Once you came down from your high you pulled Joe back up to you pulling him into a rough kiss. Your hand travels from around his neck slowly down his body before stopping just above his cock. You break away from the kiss and drop to your knees in front of him before slowly running your tongue along the underside of his cock before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. Joe lets out a low groan as his hand fall to your hair pulling it away from your face as you take all of him in your mouth feeling his hips thrust against your mouth as your hollow your cheeks around him and start bobbing your head to meet his thrusts. "Feels so good baby" he groaned as his hold on your hair becomes tighter. Knowing that Joe was getting close you realised him from your mouth and stood up with a smirk as your kissed him on the cheek before turning to get out of the shower.

"Oh come on" he whimpers as he watches you wrap a towel around you and leave the bathroom to the bedroom.

"You better come and get it then" you shout back from the bed and let out a giggle as you hear him stumble out of the shower as fast as he can.

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed this one, if they have any requests you would like to see let me know 😊)

[etfrin]

replacement | Keys x plus sized! fem! reader | teaser

okay guys, i am really nervous and excited to write/specify a certain (my own) body type in a fic and i really, really don't wanna fuck up. my fics don't describe body types, leaving it vague but i always wanted to write plus sized reader, something specific for me and people like me and since i am new at this, i am open to suggestions, any and whatsoever is helpful, but please for the sake of love, don't be mean abt it! and here's a Joe Keery gif because he cute af

it's the glasses ugh fuck

[justmeinadaze]

Don't Be So Hard (Steddie X Plus Size You)

"Don't be so hard on yourself The name of the game is humiliation, And thanks for your admiration. I never thought I'd say this: The way that we play has its confrontation, And guilt by association."

A/N: New version of these beings for me to try out. Thank you @bimbobaggins69 for the idea by just being amazing <3.

This take place 10 years after events in season 4 so about 1996.

Warnings: Older Dom (30s) Coach Steve Harrington/Older Dom (30s) Professor Eddie Munson & Young (20s) Fem Plus size Sub Student Y/N (whew! That's a mouth full lol), SMUT, spanking, choking, degrading, voyeurism, use of sir, FLUFF, Eddie and Steve have an established relationship. ANGST (because I'm me), reader is plus size and gets name called by the jocks (they call her names like piggy), one of them does assault her (pushes her and yells at her; brief), Steddie saves the day, mentions of reader staring in a play that makes her anxious due to her body.

This whole dynamic is technically angsty (which is why I love it muahaha).

Word Count: 8679

“I fucking hate schools.”, you grumble under your breath as you hit snooze on your alarm for the fifth time that morning. The beginning of your junior year spring semester at Hawkins University started today but the idea of getting out of bed sounded exhausting. In Hawkins, everyone was in everyone else’s business and being the bigger girl some of the jocks felt the need to butt in more than anyone else. 

“Hey Y/N. Did you put on more weight this summer? Those jeans look like they’re about to pop!”

“Should you be eating that, piggy? Maybe try a salad every now and then.”

You thought when you left high school, you wouldn’t have to deal with this crap anymore but unfortunately some of it followed you to college. 

When you finally made it to your first class it was right before it began so you could avoid any unwanted conversation. You weren’t so lucky.

“Heeeeeeey, Y/N.”, football star Martin Click cooed obnoxiously as he leaned towards you from his seat above yours. “I was hoping we’d have some classes together, piggy. I missed you over the summer. You couldn’t bother to dress up for me?”

“Oh, sorry Martin, if I had known we would be sharing a class I would have made myself uglier but unfortunately for me that’s impossible since I’m so fucking sexy. Maybe you can tutor me on how to be a sloppy asshole.”

The breathy laugh that echoed to your ears caught you off guard as you glanced up towards the front of the classroom and met the chocolate eyes of your new Literature & Writing professor. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper as red paints your face.

“No, no. No reason to be sorry. I thought it was a good comeback.”, he grinned making you blush even more. “Mr. Click, should I tell Coach Harrington that you’re more focused on ladies attire than my class or are we going to behave this semester?”

Rolling his eyes, Martin leaned back in his chair making the professor smugly smirk as he winked in your direction. 

“As I’m sure ya’ll are aware, I’m professor Munson and if you’re here because of my reputation then I will kindly ask you to leave. I’m not here to talk about my past or my family history.”

You had heard rumors about Eddie Munson and of course knew all about him being on the run back when you were little. You parents never let you leave the house or play outside for fear that the “satanic Hawkins killer” would snatch you up and make you his next victim. As you grew up and read more about what happened, it seemed less to you like he did anything at all and obviously the chief agreed because Mr. Munson was never tried or did any prison time. 

No, you weren’t interested in his past. You were interested in the things he could teach you. After overhearing one of his lectures, you were fascinated with the way he told a story and explained the material. He got so animated to an adorable degree and as a theater major you thought it would be fun to see how he interpreted literature while getting the final English credit you needed. 

When no one moved he smiled and began talking about usual first day things such as the syllabus and what to expect over the semester. After the class had ended and everyone left, you stayed behind and quietly made your way to his desk. 

“Hey, um, I’m sorry if I was rude or—”

“I didn’t think you were rude. If anything, he was and definitely needed to be put in his place.”, he interrupted without looking your way as he sorted through papers in front of him. “You’re Y/N, right?”

“Yes, sir. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen some of the plays you were in on campus here. I dragged my friend to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream and you actually got him to pay attention.”, Mr. Munson smiled as he finally lifted his head to look your way. “You were very good.”

“Oh, um, thank you very much. That means a lot coming from you.” He tilts his head at your comment as blush fills your cheeks again. “I just meant I’ve seen some of your lectures before and you’re an amazing storyteller. You excite me, I mean you make me want to pay attention to, I mean… ok, let’s pretend I just left right after class and didn’t just embarrass myself.”

Hugging your books to your chest, you power walk out the door as his chuckle fills your ears. 

***

With a break between periods, you hastily headed for the gym after lunch to change and get out on to the track by the field. Contrary to popular belief, you were fairly athletic despite your size and enjoyed letting off steam as you pumped your legs as fast as they could take you.

As your music blared loudly in your ears, the feeling of eyes watching you grabbed your attention towards the bleachers where Coach Harrington was standing with his arms crossed and leaning to the side as Professor Munson balanced his arm on his shoulder, murmuring something to him as their eyes followed you. 

Trying to block them out, you continued to focus on the path in front of you but was blindsided when a football whizzed past your nose almost hitting you.

“Whoa! Sorry, piggy. Have to keep your eyes open around here.”, Martin laughs as you roll your eyes. 

Glancing their way, you noticed both men were standing straighter as if prepared to defend you if needed. You weren’t a weak little girl and for whatever reason you strongly felt like you needed to show them that. As you pick up the football one of the players lifts his hands running towards you as if expecting you to not be able to throw it but at the last minute you throw a perfect spiral to their coach who doesn’t even hesitate as he lifts his hands and catches it seamlessly from the air. 

“Well, shit, gentlemen. Looks like I have a new passer.”

“Oh, no thank you, Coach Harrington. If I ever played a sport it would be with a team that doesn’t suck.”

Again, Mr. Munson snicked through his teeth as the man he was leaning on flashed you a big grin. 

#############

That night you decided to run after hours, thinking you would be alone but were surprised when you saw Coach Harrington on the track. 

“Shit! Sorry, you scared the hell out of me.”, he nervously chuckled. 

“I’M sorry. I thought no one would be out here.”

“Yeah, normally there aren’t.”, he teased raising an eyebrow at you. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”

As he took off continuing to jog, you pushed your headphones on your head and started your run. After a couple of laps with you in your zone, your feet abruptly slipped out from under you as you tumbled forward onto the gravel.

“Whoa!”, Coach Harrington shouted in concern as he ran to your side and kneeled down. “Are you alright?”

“Ow. Yeah, I just…tripped. Fuck that hurt.”

“Let me see.” Without any hesitation, his hand gripped your leg and looked it over. “Oof, you may have a pretty good bruise there but you should be alright.” Rising to his feet, he extended his hand to you to help you up which you eagerly accepted while he gripped you tightly and led you towards the bleachers. “You must have been deep in thought because you passed me a couple of times and didn’t even turn your head.”

“I did? Yeah, I’m sorry. I just have some things on my mind.”

“No, I know what you mean. Eddie—Professor Munson told me what happened in his class. If any of those guys bother you again, please let me know. I’ll make them run laps or even sit them out of a game if I have to. Nothing scares these kids more than not being able to play.”

You knew of Steve Harrington mostly because of his parents. The Harrington’s were prominent members of the community and very well respected. In your high school there had been pictures of him from his days on the basketball and swim team when he was a student. 

After he graduated, other rumors began to circulate about him spending time with the “freaks of Hawkins” but who cares. Not you especially since you had been labeled a freak since elementary. 

“I, um, I hope you didn’t take offense to what I said. Your team doesn’t suck just…some of your players. I mean, not their playing ability just their personalities. FUCK, why can’t I talk today?”

His smile widens as he laughs from his gut making you don your own smile. 

Coach Harrington’s eyes meet yours for a moment before a controlled laugh escapes his lips.

“What, um, what were you listening to so loud that you didn’t hear me yelling for you to slow down?”

Giggling, you gesture towards your Walkman. 

“Just some CD I burned to get me pumped. Right now, it’s playing ‘Master of Puppets’ by Metallica. Have you heard that song?”  

Something dark flashes over his face before he awkwardly nods and gets up leaving you alone on the bleachers as you stare after him. 

***

“Are you fucking kidding me?”, you growl as you push on the girl’s locker room door to find it locked. “What is going on with me this semester?”

Glancing around and seeing no one, you brave the boy’s locker room, finding it open, assuming that in his weird state, maybe, Mr. Harrington forgot to lock up. As quickly as you could you showered and began to change into some comfy clothes. 

The sound of something hitting the wall nearby froze you in fear as you gaze scanned the area. 

No one nearby. It could be the janitor cleaning the coach’s office.

Quietly, you threw your things over your shoulder and tiptoed that way with the intention of ducking under the window of the area so you weren’t seen but the muffled sound of moaning had you pausing again. 

“Mmm…Steve…Steven. Wh-What’s wrong, baby? Talk to me.”

“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”

“Hey. Hey, hey, sweetheart. It’s ok. I’m ok. I’m right here, Steve. You saved me.”

Peeking through the window, you saw their forehead’s pressed together as Eddie gently caressed his cheek with his thumbs. A small sigh left your lips when they began to kiss each other again. With a bit of needy force, Steve turned him around and pulled his back flush to his chest. Gently nibbling on his neck, he reached around and unbuckled Eddie’s pants, pushing them down to free his cock that he promptly began stroking. 

Fuck me he’s big. 

You practically drooled at the sight, licking your lips as your palm absently glided under your shirt to rub your tummy.

With his free hand, Steve sloppily yanked down his sweats making you moan as you watched him spit in his palm and rub it between Eddie’s cheeks before gradually guiding himself into his entrance. 

“Fuck, Steve. That’s it, baby.”

Clinging to each other tightly, Steve thrust his hips at a steady rhythm and you marveled at the sight as your fingers drifted into your own sweatpants and you began circling your clit.

“H-Harder, Steve, please.”

“Please.”, you whisper as you try to keep your eyes open and on them. 

“Like this, honey? Fuck you feel so good, Eddie. I love you.”

Arching his back, your professor craned his neck to kiss the man’s lips as he pumped into him as hard as he could without hurting him. 

“I love you to, baby. Shit, I’m going to cum. Cum with me, Steve.”

Nodding aggressively, he chased their highs until both men grunted and came. While they softly kissed each other your body trembled as you covered your mouth, trying to stifle your moans as the coil snapped. It wasn’t enough as both their heads turned meeting your eyes as you were coming down from cloud 9. 

No one moved as the three of you stared each other. 

Holding up his hands in surrender, Steve pulled out as Eddie straightened up, worry painting both their faces. 

“Y/N…”

Before they could do anything else, you turned and quickly ran out of the locker room.

##############

What the fuck was I thinking?! I shouldn’t have watched them. Two teachers in the MALE locker room while I was touching myself. Shit. I’m going to be expelled for sure. 

Sitting on the stage of your theater class, you focused on the script in front of you as you prepared for an audition your professor recommended. Mrs. Lilah always felt constrained by Hawkins when it came to material but this year she quiet literally said fuck them and decided to do Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

As you read through your lines for Magenta, a clearing throat caught your attention. 

“Hey Eddie!”, your theater teacher beamed as she waved at him and he smiled back before jumping onto the stage to sit beside you. He smelled strongly like cigarettes and a dash of cologne that had your head spinning as you continued to keep your eyes on the paper in front of you. 

“Hey Lilah. I hope I’m not disturbing anything. I just need to talk to Y/N here about an assignment real quick.”

“No problem. She does have her audition for Janet in a few minutes and I’m dying to see her interpretation.”

That caught your attention as your head swiveled her way. 

“I’m doing what now?”

“For Janet, honey. I think you’d be perfect. She’s a bit timid at first but comes out of her shell.”

“But…but…she’s in a bra for a good chunk of the play.”

“Yeah…does that make you uncomfortable?”

“Hm, yeah, Y/N, does people seeing your body in the shadows in an intimate way make you uncomfortable?”, Eddie murmured low enough so only you could hear. 

“Let’s just do the audition and if you prove me right, we can talk about the wardrobe, ok?”

Flashing her a timid smile, you turn to give your attention to your professor. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? Skipping my class this morning? Oh, you mean when you watched me and my boyfriend have sex in the boy’s locker room?”

“The girl’s one was locked and I needed to shower—”

“That explains why you were in the locker room but not why you were there watching. Are you going to run and tell all your little friends about how you saw the murderous freak fucking the pretty, rich football coach?”

“What? No. I would never—”

“Mhmm. Look how much will it take to keep your mouth shut?”

“Nothing. I don’t—”

“Please, Y/N! Everyone has a price and Steve doesn’t deserve to lose all he’s worked hard for. So, tell me—”

“Will you let me talk!?” Glancing around to make sure no one heard your outburst; you lower your voice as you continue. “I don’t want anything or any money. I won’t tell anyone. I genuinely don’t care about your private lives. I’m really sorry I watched. I shouldn’t have…I just…”

Your professor’s eyes focused intently on you as he waited for you to continue. 

“I was attracted. The way you two kiss and the way he holds you…no one’s ever been that way with me…” When your eyes dared to finally meet his, you expected anger but those gorgeous chocolate irises displayed a softness you appreciated. “I swear, Mr. Munson, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me.”

Nodding, he jumped down from the stage before turning to face you again. 

“I think under the circumstances you can call me Eddie. Not in class but… I also think you should play Janet. You’re a very beautiful young lady. Don’t let any of these superficial idiots take away that lead role from you just because of how you look.”

#############

A couple of weeks had passed and nothing of note happened with school or your classes. You were cast as Janet, allowing Eddie’s advice to drive you as you maneuvered the role. Your professor and Coach Harrington had minimal contact with you but you always felt their eyes following you around. 

Tonight, you were studying in the Hawkins diner off campus. You preferred it here then the library after hours because not only could you munch on some delicious food but no one was usually there that you knew. 

As the bell above the door dinged, you glanced up from the novel Eddie had you guys reading to see said professor and his boyfriend entering the establishment and taking a seat. You couldn’t help but wonder how hard being out like this must be for them. They couldn’t share a booth or be flirty. They couldn’t hold hands or kiss, at least not visibly where people could see. You hated that for them since both seemed like good men. You wondered why they stayed behind here in this terrible little conservative town instead of moving anywhere else. 

Hoping to slip out unnoticed and allow them privacy this time, you gathered your things and placed some money on the table. 

“Is that my favorite piggy?”

You roll your eyes at the sound of Martin’s voice as you try to ignore him and head out the door. A hand abruptly grabs you but you slap it away. 

“Don’t touch me.”, you hiss. 

“Oh, come on, Y/N. It’s Saturday and we just left an awesome party. Can’t you and I get along for once?!” His friends around the table behind him snickered as a big devilish smile stretched across his face. 

“If you weren’t such a fucking dick maybe. Now leave me alone.”

As you storm out the front door to your car, something tugs your backpack, ripping it open as all your books and papers tumble to floor. Martin’s hand wraps around your throat and pushes you against the trunk of your car. 

“You will show some fucking respect especially in front of my friends.”

“Aw, did little Martin get his feelings hurt?”, you sass. “Didn’t realize you had any.” 

Your knee rises as you hit him in his stomach but he’s still faster as his palm reaches out to grab your shirt tugging you down hard onto the pavement.

Abruptly, someone grabs his own jacket collar and tosses him roughly away from you as Eddie quickly maneuvers around them both, kneeling to your level. 

“Are you ok, sweetheart? Can you stand?” Silently nodding, you take the hand he offers to you and rise to your feet. He notices immediately that your blouse is torn and without hesitation shimmies out of his leather jacket and places it around your shoulders. 

“Mr. Click, on Monday, you will see me in my office.”, Coach Harrington growled as he glared at the boy. 

“Oh, fuck you! That fat little whore pushed me into it!”

“HEY!”, he bellowed making you jump as your teacher rubbed your shoulders comfortingly. “I would advise you to stop speaking. You’re already in a lot of trouble.”

“Pfft, you think I’m scared of you, Steve Harrington?! Yeah, my parents told me all about you and the disappointment you became to Hawkins. You’re fucking pathetic! I’m surprised they even hired you to coach us let alone your friend the freak! I guess those satanic rituals DO fucking work.”

The man’s body language stiffened before he did that controlled chuckle you had heard before. 

“Alright, Martin, we can do this right now then. I was only going to suspend you but you know, since I’m so fucking pathetic I think I’ll just go all in. You’re off my team.”

“WHAT?!”

Turning around, he ignored the boy’s continued expletives as he faced you both. 

“Eddie, get her books and all her things. We’ll take her back to our house, if that’s ok with you.”, he asked pointedly in your direction. All you could do was nod and try to bend down to get your thing but the metalhead stopped you before descending to the concrete to collect your things. 

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU’LL REGRET THIS!”

“Take it up with the dean. Until then on Monday, I want your shit out of my locker room or else I will throw it in the garbage. Come on, guys.”

Coach Harrington opened the back seat door for you, startling you when he closed the door a bit too hard. 

***

When they parked outside of a home, neither moved as Eddie’s eyes scanned over his partner’s face.

“You ok, babe?”

His ringed fingers reached out to caress through his hair and in the rearview mirror you could see Steve close his eyes as he exhaled. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get inside.”, he answered curtly as he came around and opened your door and you followed both men inside. You stood in their living room silently as they threw their keys down and Eddie disappeared down a hallway. 

When he came back, he handed you a t-shirt that read “Def Leopard: Tour of 88!”

“Go put this on and we can see about fixing your own.”

His eyes followed you as you entered their bedroom where the bathroom was located and shut the door. Removing your blouse, you could see a slight bruise forming where the strap of your backpack had been on your shoulder and some redness around your neck where Martin had grabbed you. Swallowing your pain at the sight, you put on the shirt they provided and folded his jacket, placing it nicely on the countertop.

Your eyes took in their fairly average bathroom, smirking slightly at the hair gel you imagined was Steve’s as Eddie’s hair was always wild even during class when he pulled it back. Both their colognes and bathroom products were side by side like any couples but the few things you knew about them had each personality standing out. Cigarettes were by the window near the bathtub where you imagined Eddie smoked as they took a bath together. On the floor by the shower, were some handheld barbells you imagined Steve used while Eddie took a shower or got ready so they could talk to each other about their days. 

Walking back out to their bedroom, you noticed a guitar against the wall and grinned at its slightly cheesy 80s aesthetic. You remembered once hearing that Eddie Munson used to be in a band but for the life of you couldn’t remember the name. You wondered if he still played. 

“Your student that you talk about…Y/N…she was listening to that song you played in the upside down. I just…it made me think of us…us finding you.”

What could he have meant by that…

Your gaze shifted to their dresser that had a vanity mirror attached with pictures taped to it. There were so many images of them together that made your smile widen but there were also photos of Steve with a young lady you remember seeing around Hawkins. She used to work at Family Video until a few years ago but you weren’t sure where she moved on to from there. Did you remember Steve there? No… you were pretty young though and focused on your own carefree life. 

There were pictures of Eddie with the Hellfire club. They were still active when you went to Hawkins High filled with a cool group of kids you hung out with from time to time. There were whispers of the man that created it but everyone in the club always said good things about the former Dungeon Master. 

They must have been in two different worlds in high school. 

What must have happened to bring them together?

“Steven, you need to calm down.”

The sound of Eddie’s voice caught your attention after something loud slammed in the kitchen. You tiptoed down their hallway and paused on the other side of the wall. 

“Fucking asshole kid, I swear to God.”

“Baby, it’s not the first time someone has said those things to us and it won’t be the last especially since we chose to stay here.”

“We didn’t exactly choose and that’s not why I’m upset.”

“Why then?”

“She…she seems like a nice girl.”

“She IS a nice girl.” Eddie sighs as he lowers his voice. “Steven, she’s a student and a lot younger than us.”

“Not a lot. Jesus, you make us sound ancient. She’s, what, how old you were when you graduated high school.”

��Hey, ok first off, rude.” They both giggle making you grin. “Second, again, she’s a student. She’s MY student. I could get in way more trouble than you.”

“Like that’s ever stopped you.”

“I swear, sweetheart, don’t we have enough chaos fucking hiding our relationship?”

“Oh, come on, Ed, you don’t like her?”

“I didn’t say that. I just… yeah, she’s beautiful and adorable and… fuck. We shouldn’t talk about this with her here.”

Collecting your bearings, you walk around the wall and knock on it lightly.

“Hey, there she is. I, uh, I fixed your backpack. Let me, um, see if I can salvage this top for you here.”, Eddie smiles as he takes it from your hands and heads for their couch. 

“I didn’t know you could sew.”

“Mhmm. I can’t like whip up a brand new outfit or anything but I can patch things together.”

“Are you alright? Do you need any Band-Aids or an ice pack?”, Steve asks from his place by the counter. 

“No, I’m ok. My throat is a bit sore but…” You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s turning around and grabbing an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it in a rag, and sitting in front of you on their coffee table to place it on your neck. “Thank you. I like being choked but not like that or by that asshole.”

They both glance at each other as you blush. 

“Yeah, probably not a joke to make right now. Sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.”, Eddie says from behind you. 

“Sorry.” They laugh making you grin to yourself as you look down at your feet. “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble. I’m not…actively…trying to do that.”

“Oh, no worries, honey. Trust me. What is he going to say? ‘Coach Harrington kicked me off the team after I drunkenly assaulted a girl?’ I’m pretty sure the dean will side with me on that one.”

Your silence makes them nervous and they exchange another look. 

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”

“I’m thinking about how I never expected Martin to do what he did. He’s been mean to me since freshman year but never aggressive like that.”

“You know that wasn’t your fault, right, princess?”

“Yeah, I know. I…I…” Unable to control them, the tears began to flow and a ring laced hand delicately reached for your shoulder, moving the things in his lap aside so he could hold you to his chest. Steve placed his own palm on your jeaned thigh and comfortingly rubbed against the material. 

Once again you were engulfed in the scent of Eddie’s cigarettes and cologne as his cheek rested on the top of your head. You couldn’t explain why but you felt safe here with their hands on you encased between them. 

It had been a few months since your last relationship and you could feel yourself dropping into that particular headspace the longer they comforted you. 

“I’m…I’m also thinking…about what I saw that night…in the locker room. How you two took care of each other…”

All movement on your body ceased as they even held their breathes. 

“H-How about we get you home, Y/N? I can give you this shirt after our next class.”

Eddie lightly pushed you to the side as he tried to stand but you hastily grabbed his arm stopping him. 

“I heard you. You said I was beautiful and sweet.”

As your little voice flowed through his ears, his eyes squeezed shut trying to keep control. 

“Y/N, maybe, he’s right. Maybe, we should get you home before—”

“Before what, Steve?” This was the first time you were using his name out loud and the notion sent tingles all through your body feeling like a little girl who misbehaved.

“Hey. You show him respect, little girl. That’s Mr. Harrington or sir.”, Eddie scolded in gruff tone.

“Edward…”

“No, Steven. Little girl wants to play with the grownups, then that’s how we will treat her. Now, we said, you’re going home. Grab your things and head towards the front door.”

“Why did you bring me back here, Mr. Munson? You could have taken me back to my dorm but you didn’t. Why?”

“Because people shouldn’t be seeing a professor drop off a student on campus.”

“But Steve said he was taking me to your house out loud to Martin.”

The man’s hand firmly came down on the side of your thigh making you yelp as you bit your bottom lip. 

“He said show me respect.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.” Placing your hand on top of his, your thumb tenderly ran along his skin as you leaned against Eddie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mr. Munson. Like I said…no one has ever taken care of me or looked out for me the way you two do with each other.”

You were slightly surprised when his fingers gently came around and brushed your hair away from your face. 

“We brought you back here because we thought you were safer with us here. After what he did, we thought that’s what you needed.”

“Am I not safe here?”, you whisper as you can’t help but rub your thighs together. 

“Y/N… Eddie and I have been through a lot. What you saw in my office isn’t always how we are when we’re intimate. We’re not always…soft.”

“But I promise you, princess, we are nothing like Martin. If you wanted to leave…right now…that’s ok. We can take you home or call you a cab if that makes you more comfortable.”

He was giving you an out; they both were. You could leave right now and the three of you could pretend this never happened. You could pretend that Steve’s large hand on your upper thigh wasn’t turning you on as you thought about how those long fingers would feel inside of you. You could pretend that Eddie’s touch wasn’t getting progressively slower as the pads of his own fingers traced your cheek making your pussy clench around nothing. You could pretend the notion of doing something you shouldn’t and being at the mercy of these two men’s wills didn’t drive you crazy. You could do that… 

Or…

“I don’t mind it not being soft, Mr. Harrington. I trust you and Mr. Munson.” Both men exchanged on final look of caution before your last sentence pushed caution to the wind. “Please, I need you.”

“I think since you saw us in vulnerable position we should get the same courtesy.”, Steve replied in a much huskier tone than before. Taking your hands in his, he pulled you to your feet and pushed the coffee table out of the way before taking the seat you had just been in. On impulse, Eddie leaned closer to him as the other boy wrapped his arm around his shoulder. 

“Go ahead, Y/N.”

As your eyes shifted between their heavy gazes, you lifted off the shirt he gave you, unbuttoned your pants, and shimmied them a bit clumsily down your legs.

You stood there waiting for more instruction as they continued to stare at your body. 

“Did you see our cocks?”

“Yes.”

Steve smirked as his boyfriend began to kiss his neck while his palm traveled along his chest down his stomach.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember that, Y/N. I don’t like repeating myself and Eddie is a lot nicer than I am in here.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve’s eyes fluttered when the metalhead’s palm grazed the bulge in his jeans. 

“Now, if you saw or cocks, then why are you stopping?”

“You said…I should be vulnerable, sir.”

Your small voice had them groaning as Eddie fumbled with the pretty boy’s belt almost desperately. 

“Fuck. Don’t move.” He commanded towards you as his head turned to capture his boyfriend’s lips. Lifting his hips, he helped Eddie blindly pull his jeans down just enough to free his length. As he started to lean over his lap, Steve hastily stopped him with a smile. “You don’t want to see her, honey?”

He chuckled as he focused his attention back on you. 

“Do you feel vulnerable, Y/N?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Hm. Not enough to not finger yourself out in the open though, huh? I mean at least you had pants on.”

“I-I-I wasn’t…I wasn’t thinking—”

“No, you weren’t. Take off the rest so we can see you.”

While doing what he said, you watched as Steve pushed down Eddie’s pants as well and both men kissed passionately in front of you as they stroked each other’s cocks. 

“Y/N, is there anything we should know? Anything we should avoid?”

“No, Mr. Munson.”, you answered, appreciating his soft tone as he asked his series of questions. 

“You said you liked being choked but is there anything physical we shouldn’t do?”, Eddie groaned out as Steve lifted off his shirt.

You heard his question but couldn’t form an answer as your eyes starred at the scars that littered his chest. They looked like whatever wound created them was deep, possibly life threatening. What could have happened to him?

“HEY!”, he barked making you jump. “He said he’s not as nice as me but that doesn’t mean I’m easy going! Now, answer the fucking question, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, sir. N-No, I don’t mind being hit or p-punished. Mr. Munson, what happened?”

As you started to step forward, both sets of brown eyes glared your way freezing you in place.

“Do you know the stop light system?”, Steve growled in a much rougher tone than you were prepared for. Nodding curtly after reciting it to them, he got up and grabbed your arm, sitting you between them. “Now, we do have some rules, Y/N. The first rule is the most important. DON’T ask about our scars.”

“Our?”

Steve slowly lifted off his own shirt and tossed it to the side. He didn’t have as many scars as Eddie but they were just as deep and looked similar. Whatever happened must have happened to both of them. 

“I’m so sorry you both went through…whatever hurt you.”, you coo as you reach out to graze your fingers down Eddie’s chest. 

The darkness in their eyes faltered slightly at your sincerity and the metalhead took your hand in his, tenderly kissing the back of it. 

“Second rule. You have to be vocal, Y/N. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we need you to say red ok?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Munson. “

“Good. Good girl.”

His praise made you giddy as you blush making him smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I have one more question, princess. Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“Yes and no.”

“Yeah, we’re going to need you to clarify that.”, Steve laughs. 

“I’ve done rough stuff with dominate partners before. I’ve never been with two men before.”

The way you said the word men had Eddie’s eyebrow quirking upward. 

“Are you trying to tell us you’ve only been with boys your age?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why did you feel the need to tell us that?”

“Do we make you nervous?”, Steve asks as his fingers dance up your arm. 

“Yes b-but not because of you two, Mr. Harrington. I just wanted you to know j-just in case I’m not as ‘experienced’ as you both.”

Eddie’s palms cupped your cheeks as he brought your lips to his. You weren’t surprised by the nicotine that lingered there but you were by the tingle that ran through your body as his tongue caressed your own. When he pulled away you tried to lean forward for more but his grip held firm. 

“We weren’t expecting you to be, pretty girl. You’ve only ever been with these little boys but you’re about to be fucked by real men, sweetheart. Trust us, we know how to take care of you.”

You moaned at his promise, turning towards Steve to crash your lips with his. He was a much more determined kisser, his mouth and tongue sending that same shock wave through to your core. 

“Have you ever sucked a cock as big as mine?”, he panted against your lips.

As you shake your head, his fingers grab your throat just below your jaw as if purposely avoiding where Martin had hurt you. 

“What did I say? How do you answer us?”

“I’m sorry. No, sir, I’ve never sucked a dick as big as either of you.”

Sitting back, his palm moved to the back of your neck, guiding you down over his leaking tip as Eddie adjusted your body till you were on all fours for them. 

“Fuck me, Steve. She is so fucking wet. Her pussy is just tripping down her thighs.”

“Aw, you like being a bad girl, don’t you, honey?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Harrington. I like being a bad girl.”

“Open your mouth.” Doing as he directed, you quickly kissed his slit making him mewl before fully taking him between your awaiting lips. “Yes, oh my god. T-That’s a good girl.”

Eddie’s fingers glided through your folds causing your eyes to roll as you bobbed your head.

“Steve, baby, Jesus, she’s so fucking tight.”, the metalhead groaned as his palm came down hard on your ass. 

“Yeah, Y/N? Did that feel good? You like when your professor spanks you?”

Yanking your hair roughly he tugs you off of him as you continue to stroke him with your hand. 

“I didn’t hear that, little girl. What did you say?”

“Y-Yes, sir, I like when Mr. Munson spanks me.” 

At your response he spanks you again right as he guides two of his digits into your core. Gripping you tighter, Steve forces your mouth on him again and holds you still as he thrusts his hips allowing his cock to hit the back of your throat. 

“Good girl. That’s it, Y/N. Keep your throat open for me.”

Abruptly, Eddie swats his boyfriend’s hand and tugs on your shoulder, guiding you down the hallway to their bedroom and tossing you onto their bed. After completely removing the rest of his clothes, he climbs between your legs and runs his wide, flat tongue through your pussy up to your clit. 

“Oh shit.”, you moan as your back arches into the feeling before yelping when his palm smacks your cunt. 

“Watch your mouth, little girl.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.”

Steve chuckles as he climbs in beside you both placing his knees by your head as his fingers grip your hair again. 

“Can’t really blame her. I know how amazing your tongue feels. Then again, you may have some competition, babe, because her fucking mouth feels so good.”

Pride washes over you at his praise as you grip his cock and take him as far back as you can trying to continue to please him. 

“I-It’s ok, honey. We can train this little throat. As—fuck—as you know, Eddie’s a wonderful teacher.” His boyfriend tosses him a smirk as his tongue flicks faster against your bud. “Are you going to cum? Cum, Y/N. Cum all over his face.”

Your hips grinded against him as the man’s mouth wrapped around your bundle of nerves and he pushed two of his fingers rapidly inside of you as the sound of your arousal to fill the room. 

Steve backed away from you, allowing you to focus and breathe as your orgasm washed over you. As you came down from your high, Eddie lightly slapped between your legs making you jump and groan. 

“Sensitive. I like that.”

Tilting towards their bedside table, he paused as their eyes met. 

“Shit. I don’t have any condoms.”

“What?”, Steve almost wined as you tried to contain your smile at their desperate need for you.

“Steve, we’ve been together for almost 10 years. When was the last time we used a fucking condom?”, Eddie growled. 

“We’ve been talking about adding someone to our dynamic for a while now.”

“Yeah but I wasn’t prepared for it to be tonight with a fucking student!”

“Excuse me.”, you finally pipe up. “I’m on the pill. I can understand if you still don’t want to but…I’m safe. And like I said, I trust you.”

Both men exchange a glance and you can’t help but giggle up at them. 

“So how long were you going to wait before you said anything, huh?”

“Mr. Munson, you didn’t ask. I wanted to be a good girl and only speak when spoken to.”

They narrow their eyes playfully at you for a moment before Eddie grabs your jaw and tilts you till your face is level with his. 

“You’re not cute, little girl. That little snarky attitude may have worked on those pathetic boys you were with but you’re in the bed of real men now. Don’t hide things from us you think we should know. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Yes, sir. I’m—”

Steve’s hand cuts you off as he pushes you back against the mattress. 

“We know. You’re sorry.”

Taking hold of his shaft, Eddie taps himself against your pussy making you squirm as you open your legs wider for him. Grabbing your hips, he slides you closer and gradually guides himself into your dripping entrance.

“Fuuuuuck.”, he moaned as he slowly pumped his hips. “We are going to fucking ruin you for anyone else, little girl. Goddamn.”

“How does she feel, baby?”, Steve asks as he leaned towards him to lightly kiss his neck.

“S-So fucking tight, sweetheart, you have no idea. I want…”

“What do you want, Ed?”

“I wanna…fuck her into the fucking mattress.”

Your pussy fluttered around him at his words and his eyes that been closed shot open as he placed his palms on either side of you and started thrusting into you aggressively.

“You want that, you little whore. I can give that to you.”

Much softer than his partner, Steve turned your head and slide his cock back into your mouth that you eagerly sucked on relishing the taste of him. As he pounded into you, Eddie’s lips kissed along his boyfriend’s chest making the man groan louder as he ran his fingers through his hair. 

Bringing his lips to his own they passionately exchanged a kiss that had you mewling as the long-haired man rolled his hips hard hitting that soft spot inside you repeatedly. 

Eddie’s head tilted back as his jaw went slack and you couldn’t help but reach your hands up to run your nails down your chest. 

“I’m…I’m…please…”

Steve moved back as the metalhead grabbed your wrists and held them against the bed as his face fell beside your own. 

“You fucking ask me, Y/N. You beg us to let you cum. Shit. We have control in here.”, he whispers in your ear making your shudder underneath him. 

“P-Please, Mr. Munson. Can I cum? I want to cum on your cock, please.”

His hair tickles your face as he nods and the action of him tenderly kissing your cheek pushes you over the edge as the coil snaps. 

“Fuck, that’s it, pretty girl. Came so fucking hard on my dick. I’m going to fill you up, princess, ok?”

“Please…”, you whimper as he slams into you, chasing his high.

Your professor’s grunts filled your ear and you turned your head into the sound as he warmed your insides. As soon as he rolled off you, a hand took hold of your ankle and yanked you to the edge the bed. 

“Hey, hey, honey. No, no.”, Steve cooed with a hint of sarcasm as he lightly slapped your cheek. “Open your eyes, baby. What color are you at, Y/N?”

“Green.”

His massive palm slapped you a bit harder causing your eyes to fully open as you leaned up on your elbows. 

“Green, what?”

“Green, SIR!”

You’re suddenly turned on to your stomach as rough hands lift your ass in the air while another set takes hold of your wrists and pulls your top half down and forward. 

“Get rid of the attitude, Y/N. You think just because you came you’re allowed to be disrespectful?”, Eddie growls as Steve spanks your behind. “Now, answer him clearly without the tone.”

“Green, Mr. Harrington.”

As he ran his tip through your folds, you knew even after taking his partner, he was going to split you in half. 

“Fuck me.”, Steve moaned as he began pushing himself into you. 

Eddie’s head tilted to the side as he watched your face scrunch together. 

“You’re alright, sweetheart. Trust me, I know how hard he can be to take at first but it will feel good soon. I promise, baby.”, he soothed and kissed your lips. 

“F-Feels…feels good…now. Fuck.”

The man behind you smacks your ass at the curse, pressing further into your cunt till his hips finally connected with yours. 

“Still green, babe?”

“Yeeeees, sir.”

“Good.” Clinging to your waist, Steve pulled back till he was almost all the way out of pussy before roughly slamming back into you practically punching the air from your lungs.

“Oh my god!”

With a slanted smile, he pounded into you as Eddie watched from the side, sitting up on his knees to occasionally run his fingers down the man’s chest. 

“She feels really fucking good, right? Our young, new little toy.”

“Goddamn, I’m gonna fucking bust like a teenager.”

“Wait, pretty boy. You need to feel her cum. Her pussy fucking chokes your dick, I swear.”

“Fuck, Y/N, are you close, little girl?” When you didn’t answer, his hand reached around to grab you throat and lift your back to his chest. “Still coherent, you little slut? I asked you a question.”

“H-Harder, Mr. Harrington, please.”

As his forehead landed on your shoulder, he did what you asked till the bed began to jostle underneath you. A jolt of electricity shot through your body and you mewled as Eddie rubbed circles into your clit. 

You took their conversation as approval and your arm circle around Steve’s neck as you came. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!”, he grunted as he took hold of your chin and turned you so his lips could mingle with yours as he pumped into you a few more times before releasing his seed inside you. 

You were completely drained and slightly sore as he tried to delicately pullout of you while you waited for what to do next. Usually, the boys you were with did the minimal amount of aftercare, choosing to just cuddle with you which was fine. You were surprised, however, when Eddie informed you the bath was ready when you were. 

“For me?”

“Yeah, princess, come on. It will soothe your muscles.”, he murmured softly as he took your forearm and slowly walked you to the bathtub and guided you in. Your head remained lowered as you listened to him maneuver around the bathroom, sliding on some boxers before lighting a cigarette and placing himself on his knees beside you. 

Utilizing the washcloth, he cleaned you pausing when your hand suddenly grabbed his wrist as he attempted to clean between your legs. 

“I’m sorry. Just sore.”, you whispered as you let him go. 

Eddie’s eyes scanned you over and you heard him blow out some smoke from his lips as he put the cigarette down in a nearby ashtray. His fingers moved some of your hair back and he pressed his nose into your cheek while he continued to clean you. 

“It’s ok, sweetheart. You’re still doing really good for me. I know your little pussy hurts from how we stretched her open but we got you, pretty girl. You took us both so well.”

As his deep, comforting tone continued to whisper praises, you keened into the sound as you winced, trying not to grab him again.

“I know, I know. I’m almost done.”

Tilting your head, your lips found his, both of you getting lost in the feeling as he dropped the rag from his hand so he could cup your face and hold you closer. A throat clearing distracted you two as Steve entered the bathroom. 

“I, uh, I have some clothes for you here, Y/N, whenever you’re ready.”

Nodding, you allow Eddie to help you out and lead you in front of his partner who took a seat on the edge of the bed. His honey irises ran along your body, checking for extra care you may need that they inflicted but unlike your assault earlier the only mark they left was the slight reddening of their handprints on your behind. 

“How’s your throat? I tried not to grab you where—”

Your kisses startled him at first but after a few seconds his hand slithered tenderly behind your neck as he kissed you back. 

“I’m ok. Just sore…and tired.”, you reiterate as your heavy eye lids dropped. 

“Ok, honey.” Steve’s hands held you steady while Eddie dressed you in what smelled like their clothes as you swayed in his grasp. “You did so good for us. You deserve some sleep. Would you like me to carry you to the guest bedro—”

Both men watched with amusement as your shook your head before climbing over him and crawling under their covers. 

“I guess we can sleep in the—”

“Please don’t leave.”, you begged in a little girl voice that pierced their hearts. 

“Why does she keep interrupting me?”, Steve chuckles as he gets to his feet and yanks Eddie into his arms to kiss his lips. “She doesn’t do that with you. Or does she in class?”

At the word the metalhead became silent as he kissed his partner’s shoulder and crawled into the bed in front of you. His palm softly caressed your face and through your hair as Steve got in bed behind you.

“You’re worried.”

“Of course, I am and not just because she’s a student. That’s just the frosting on top of the cake that is our problem.”

“That sounds delicious.”

“Steven.”, Eddie scolds as they both smile. “She’s so much younger than we are.”

“10 years. Not much.”

“Not to mention the fact, that we are already hiding OUR relationship let alone another with a young, student. She deserves to be taken on dates and to live her life. She deserves to be seen not hidden.”

“So do you, honey.”

“Steve… we decided a long time ago to stay in Hawkins for a reason. We can’t be run out of town by these homophobic small, minded idiots. They’ve just barely started calming down when it comes to me and what happened in 86. And that’s another thing. What if…what if something happens? What if Vecna comes back or any other fucking monster? We can’t drag her into that.”

“Eddie, you’re over thinking again, but I see where you are coming from. Let’s…let’s take it one day at a time, ok? Who knows. She may wake up and decide this is all too much herself. She may not want to be with some…old, broken-down college professors slash coach.”

“Oh my god, baby.”, the long-haired boy chuckles as he throws his arm over his eyes. “You’re not broke down. We just have some wear and tear.”

Your palm reaching out and pulling Eddie closer as you fully folded into Steve silenced them. They relaxed into you as your professor kissed your forehead and your school’s coached nuzzled into your shoulder as they drifted off to sleep with you. 

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[ash5monster01]

Not Just The Books

Pairing: Steve Harrington x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, no use of Y/N, smut, nudity, language, fluff, friends to lovers, minors DNI.

Summary: Steve catches you reading a smutty book and before the embarrassment can settle in you realize he is more interested in doing the stuff in the book with you.

word count: 3.5k

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It was not uncommon for you and Steve to be able to sit in silence comfortably. Sometimes having the presence of a friend while you did different things was so much better than being alone. So you both sat comfortably in his living room, you in the easy chair, lamp on to illuminate your book, and him in the center of the couch, slumped down, as he watched whatever was on TV. The sound didn’t bother you as you read, you normally were in another world, not noticing the things around you. So even though Steve had the TV blaring with the hearing of a Grandpa, you didn’t even mind, the TV could explode and you wouldn’t notice. Thing was Steve always noticed you, even if his favorite movie was on TV.

So when he spotted you uncrossing your legs it peaked his interest. You still hadn’t torn your eyes from the book to see he had noticed your movement. Steve had almost turned away until he saw you had pressed your legs together, your teeth capturing your bottom lip. His heart accelerated slightly because he knew that kind of movement. He had caused many of girls that kind of movement, so when you started to shift in your seat, your breaths coming out in smaller pants he realized there was something more to the book you had tightly gripped in your hands. You still didn’t even flinch as Steve stood and walked over to you, in fact you couldn’t even tear your eyes from the page as he quite literally did it for you.

“Steve!” you screeched and he quickly noticed how dilated your eyes were, how fast your chest rose with each breath. You looked like a woman starved.

“Since when do books make you act like that” Steve teased, eyebrows raised highly and you felt the embarrassment burn through you.

“Please give me my book back” you begged, hand out, waiting for him to hand it over.

“You know, normally I would” and the panic started to set in as he turned the book towards himself. Steve never attempted to read your books. Why now?

“Please Steve!” you we’re quick, lunging towards him, but he was quicker. Your voice was rough, all worked up, and no one had even touched you.

“It’s always Steve you need to read more, when was the last time you opened a book, and now you don’t want me too?” he knew he was getting under your skin and you just prayed he woundn't read the page you were on. If there was some higher power out there they would keep him from reading that page right now.

“Just not that book, I was enjoying it” even Steve could hear how uncomfortable you sounded as you said it. It was as if you were trying to get him to cough it up without knowing what was so interesting about it.

“Well, I want to see what’s so good” and just like that his eyes dipped down and you launched for him. Yet Steve escaped your grasp, running across the room, and leaping onto the couch where he stood. Book now face open and you got to watch him read it in real time, like he was on a stage.

Claire panted out heavy breaths, skin on fire everywhere he left a wet love bite and blew on it. She tried to steady her breathing but as his wet kisses trailed down her stomach, finishing on the waist band of her shorts, she couldn’t quite seem to stop the breaths that came out.

Slowly his fingers curled into her waistband and she lifted her hips to make it easier, a silent conformation that what he was doing was okay. As the cool air of the bedroom hit her dripping core she couldn’t help but whimper over the thought of him burying himself between her folds.

“So perfect” he spoke, his tongue darting out to take a small taste. “And sweet”

Then just like that he was devouring her completely. So fast her back arched without her knowledge, pressing into him as he deliciously lapped up everything he could. Eating her out better than anyone ever had, and as his nose nudged against her clit she couldn’t help but begin to feel the coil tighten in her stomach. He had barely done anything and she was already ready to cum.

“Holy shit” Steve muttered, dropping his arms that held the book as he looked down at you from the couch. Very much unable to meet his eyes as he realized exactly what you were reading.

“Can I have my book back now?” you nervously asked, arm rubbing up and down your other one. Steve jumped back down to the ground. Trying to regain your gaze.

“Want to explain this to me?” he asked, holding it over and you quickly snatched it back.

“Not particularly” you now hyper aware of exactly how alone the two of you were right now.

“You like to read dirty books” he chuckled like a little kid and finally you dared to glance up at him only to see a smug look on his face, like he obtained information he was going to hold over your head for years to come.

“Most girls do Steve” you hissed attempting to hit him with the book but he quickly stopped you, his head coming to a shake.

“Whatever you say, it just looked like you were really enjoying it. I’d never seen you so…” he paused, trying to think of a word, and your heart accelerated. Thumping quickly against your ribs and you prayed he couldn’t hear it. “Worked up”

You sucked in a sharp breath as he said it and the air around you turned heavy. This had gone from embarrassing to mortifying because not only did you get caught reading about sex but you got caught for it turning you on. Steve had noticed you were turned on and now you wished he didn’t notice you even existed. “Can we not talk about this, I was acting like I always do”

“That’s a lie, you wouldn’t move while reading even if a tornado came through here but you couldn’t even sit still. You were needy and I know it because I’ve seen it a hundred times” now you were red as a fire truck and Steve was enjoying this way too much. Yet he was also getting turned on which he shouldn’t have because it’s you. His longest and oldest friend, the one he can be completely comfortable with but now he wanted to know exactly how wet you were from that stupid book and he wanted to see if he could get you wetter.

“Ah yes, King Steve, ruler of sex. Can’t take a hint but knows when a girl is turned on” you told him sarcastically, annoyed he insisted on embarrassing you further.

“So you admit to being turned on?” he said with a smirk and you rolled your eyes with a groan.

“My God give it a break, yes I was turned on, is that what you want to hear?” you asked him and as you let out heavy breaths and waited for him to give a sarcastic answer it never came. Instead he stared you down, like you admitting this suddenly made you a four course meal. Steve had never looked at you like this and now you were nervous all over again but about an entirely different thing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you nervously asked, attempting to back away from him because now the foot and half between you two was way too close.

“I’m not doing anything” he told you, stepping towards you to shorten the distance again and you wished he hadn’t of done it because now Steve was replacing the guy in the book for you.

“Yes you are, you’re looking at me like you want to kiss me” you said, trying to make it sound like a joke but even to you is sounded nervous. Steve just tilted his head, eyeing you up and down completely.

“It looks like that because I do want to kiss you” how was he so comfortable talking to you like this? You had never crossed this line before and now you wanted him to touch you and stay away all at the same time. “So can I kiss you?”

“I uh, I I..-“ you stammered, unsure how you went from peacefully ignoring each other to the edge of the line. If you say yes you would give him a reason to cross it and that was a lot of responsibility for a person.

“I need an answer sweetheart, because I really really want to kiss you” he spoke slowly and you swallowed hard, still turned on from the book and now a little turned on by him.

“Uh yeah, I-I guess” you told him and a grin cracked across his face and before you could say anything more his hands were on your face and drawing your lips near his own. He waited a minute before pressing them to yours, whether is was hesitant or savory you weren’t sure. But after a steady breath he pressed against you, mouth hot and slotting between your own lips perfectly. He was a good kisser but you already knew that.

It took only seconds for it to get heated, his hands tugging lightly at your hair and tongue grazing your lip. You parted in an instant, letting his tongue tangle with your own and then it was over. He had you backing up all the way to wall, your back thumping against it, and his knee wedging between your legs. Against your better judgement you started to grind against it, unable to stop your self considering how worked up you had been. “Getting yourself so turned on without any release, seems like torture sweetheart”

“There was going to be release, later, when I was alone” and your response had Steve’s head tipping back as he let out a groan.

“Still unfair, why don’t you let me take care of you?” Steve coaxed and you involuntarily ground down on his leg, knowing release was right around the corner if you just let him. Was it worth it though? To cross this line just for some sweet release? For a touch that could unwind you more than your own hands could? You knew Steve was a good lay, had been legend among the Hawkins High halls because of it. Should you even find out for yourself with risk of ruining the friendship? Fuck it.

You didn’t even have to answer based on the way your lips smashed back into his own. He met your pace in the blink of an eye and you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to lift it above his head. Even needier at the sight of his bare torso you began to ride his leg like your life depended on it. A deep chuckle left his throat as his hands dug in the doughy flesh of your hips, slowing your movements against him. He wanted to take his sweet time with you and if he went any slower you were going to be a whining mess.

“What do you need baby?” he asked against your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive spot there and you were in no position to care that he probably gave you a crimson hickey.

“Take off my shirt” you told him with a groan, keening as he licked the sore spot of your neck. He obeyed, removing the baggy T-shirt you had worn over here just to be met with the sight that you had forgone a bra. You watched as his eyes turned almost black at the sight of you, swallowing thickly before cupping his hands around both your breasts. The minute he began to knead the flesh your head was hitting back against the wall, fighting from grinding on his leg again. Something about Steve needily groping your chest ignited a fire within you and you had been doing good until your nipple was sucked into his warm mouth and involuntarily you bucked your hips on his leg so hard you felt your hips bones hit his own.

"Such a needy girl" he teased before moving to suck on your other breast. As much as his words turned you on you still found yourself needing to feel more in control. Steve would be too cocky knowing he got you to so desperately fall apart like this. So in a moment of courage you took some intiative. With his eyes still closed, mouth littering your breast with hickeys, you dropped your hand down and grasped his hard on through his sweats. You felt the squeak from his throat on your breast as you began to stroke him through his pants and just as the girls had said in highschol, Steve was intimidatingly big.

“Looks like the book turned more than just me on” you teased, a sly smile on your face and Steve removed his mouth from your breast, tongue grazing up the skin of you neck till he was face to face.

“That’s not the book, that’s you” he told you and these words gave you the rush of confidence you needed for your fingers to slip below his waist band and grasp his cock right at the base. He hissed at the feeling of your cool fingers and the attention you were giving him.

“Stevie is needy too, what does he need?” you hummed, eyes wide and innocently looking up at him. He squeezed his own eyes shut as you slowly stroked him, prepared to ease him out of his pants.

“Baby this is about you” he told you, trying his best to back away but you had a grip on him that he was enjoying way too much.

“I know, that’s why I want to do this” and you were spinning both of you around, pressing him against the wall he previously had you caged in. He groaned as you dropped to your knees, breasts swinging as you finally pulled his sweat pants down. His length stared you down but he looked delicious as ever. If someone had ever suggested you’d be sucking your best friends cock tonight you would’ve told them they were lying but now here you were, taking him into your mouth. You hummed at the saltiness of his skin, tongue swirling around his swollen tip. He grabbed your hair without even realizing, trying to ease you to take more of him. Slacking your jaw you allowed him to glide in and out of your warm mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, humming against him which made him writhe against the wall.

“Okay, stop I’m going to cum” he pulled you off of him, arms easing under your own and lifting you to your feet as if you weighed nothing. You smiled deviously at him, chin slick with spit and he didn’t waste two seconds before pulling you into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn to get a taste now”

He was mumbling against your lips, arms wrapped around you as he carried you over to the couch he had been watching TV on. Once he had you laid gently across it he was removing his own pants and dropping to his knees to remove yours. He made sure to take his sweet time, pulling the soft material down your legs, memorizing the cream color of the lace panties that had been soaked against your mound. You tried not to whine out as he touched you everywhere but there. You were on the verge of begging until he finally moved to pull the cream fabric off of you. You went to close your legs but his arm stopped you, keeping you wide open for him.

“So perfect” he said and you groaned out.

“Don’t tease” and Steve knew you meant both about the book and about how he was taking care of you. So he just grinned before dipping down and licking a long stripe through your folds.

“And sweet” and you didn’t have any time to yell at him because he was devouring you whole. Your stomach jumped as he sucked harshly at your clit, back arching and pressing your pussy straight into his face. His hands gripped the back of your thighs, more than likely leaving bruised finger prints but you hoped they did. You wanted to remember the mind numbing head Steve Harrington gave you. You almost didn’t expect him to be so good at eating you out. You should’ve thought because your heels were digging into his back, hands tugging harshly as his curls, and you were moaning unapologetically because he was just that good. You could feel the coil begin to tighten in your stomach and you were grinding against his tongue, movements getting faster indicating you were right there. It wasn’t until his lips wrapped around your clit did you find yourself begin to snap, shaking as your body seemed to leave earth and come back to you all at once.

“Hope you’ve got another one in you baby” he cooed, kissing up your stomach and breasts. He finally met your mouth and even though you were already half worn out you found yourself gripping his cock in your hand again. He winced due to holding his own orgasm off and your thumb gently rolled over his tip.

“Show me what you’ve got Harrington” you were telling him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before sucking on his neck. Steve hoped you were leaving your mark and soon enough you were lining him up between your legs. You shuttered as he ran himself through your slick.

He couldn’t wait any longer and finally he was pushing himself in you, bottoming out in seconds as you fully sucked him in. He knew not to move as your mouth froze against his neck and he moved to kiss your lips, an apology and promise that it would stop hurting soon. He was in his own pain of needed relief until your hand was grazing down his bare back.

“Please move, I’m begging you” and he didn’t need to be told twice as he pulled back and slammed into you again. You moaned loudly and he quickly found his pace, moving in and out of you as best he could. Swiftly you grabbed his hands, placing them on your breasts which he didn’t hesitate to grip. He used them for balance as he slammed in and out you, massaging them and loving them as best he could. The way you were reacting made him realize this was what turned you on most, attention to your breasts. Needing to have his release soon he dipped down, removing one hand to suck at your nipple as hard as he could, hips still slamming into you. The wet heat of his mouth had you keening in seconds and you gasped out, trying your best not to yell.

“I’m coming Steve, fuck cum in me please” you begged and he almost came right there as he heard those words. In moments you were pulsating around him, clenching tightly and milking him for all he was worth. The tightness of you made him follow right after, thick ropes shooting into you. You panted heavily as you gripped his shoulders, indicating him not to move.

“I want you inside of me a little longer” you told him and he slowly eased down onto you, trying his best not to move and overstimulate you.

“Where the fuck did this behavior come from?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to the hickeys he had littered your breasts with. He was trying his best not to get hard over the fact he was still inside of you.

“I’ve always been like this Steve” you told him, feeling him twitch inside you.

“This dirty, why haven’t we been fucking sooner?” he chuckled, mouth kissing your chin and you rolled your eyes.

“Because I don’t fuck around Steve, and I always told myself that if we did this it had to be real” and the weight of your words hit him with surprise. Yet it wasn’t the kind of surprise you had expected.

“You mean to tell me you liked me this whole time too? Then what the fuck have we been waiting for?” he groaned out and your eyes widened as you reached for him.

“You like me too?” you hopefully asked and he smiled, lifting to press his mouth to your own. You winced as he slipped out of you, no doubt a mess all over the couch that now had to be cleaned.

“Hell I love you, I’ve always loved you” he told you after a beat and you smiled up at him, realizing you should’ve read dirty books around him sooner.

“We’ll in that case, let’s do this again”

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[damon-loves-pie]

Very First Date.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female reader.

Word count: About 5.1k words. 

Warnings: 18+, Reader has a bad date with another guy who kept making sexual advances towards her.(Nothing detailed though.), Steve talks slightly about a fight with his father, reader mentions not having a good relationship with hers either for a moment. (Nothing really descriptive here either.) Other than that, its mostly a FLUFFYYYY PIECE. 

I DID IGNORE THE LAYOUT OF STEVE’S ROOF FOR THE ENDING BECAUSE I WANTED THEM TO LOOK AT STARS. 

Summary:  Steve and the reader are best friends after having worked at Scoops together. Reader went out on a date with a guy which ended horribly and found herself at Steve’s to tell him about it and complain about how she hadn’t had a good date in months. Steve takes matters into his own hands since he’s into the reader and takes her out for a night wanting to remind her how she should be treated by a guy. 

Author’s note: THIS IS MY FIRST STEVE HARRINGTON IMAGINE I HAVE FULLY FINISHED! Usually I would stop halfway through, worried they weren’t going to fit the image I had created in my head. I am feeling a lot better tonight, after having been in the ER the other night. And I’m surprised to be sharing something around 8pm instead of 2 am. 

I did proofread but I’m sorry if I missed something, this was overall just a fluffy imagine I did because I saw a great Steve edit on Tiktok. 

PLEASE CLICK ON MY ACCOUNT AND CHECKOUT MY OTHER WORK, I mostly write for Eddie and can’t add my writing masterlist because I’ve been having issues with being shadow banned. 

But enjoy! 

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Steve was having a horrible night.

His first Friday off in three weeks and he was at home moping alone.

First off you were out on a date with another guy. Not like it actually matters that it bothered him, because you two were just friends and that was it.

But on top of that, Robin canceled on him because Vickie asked her if she was free.

Which don't get him wrong, he was happy for his friend. But fuck did he not want to be alone tonight.

He thought about calling up Linda or Heidi, in the end deciding against it. He was tired of flings that weren't going anywhere.

Little did Steve know though, you were having as bad of night.

The date you were on had to be one of the worst you have ever been on.

You didn't even last past thirty minutes into it.

You told the boy you were heading to the ladies' room and snuck off quickly paying for a meal that wasn't even out yet before leaving.

Driving towards the Harrington home, you were ready to complain to your friends about how horrible another date went.

You felt defeated, like you were done with men.

Partially because the fact most of them were animals, and also just because they weren't the one you wanted anyway.

You wanted the boy who you were heading towards, the boy who felt like home to you when you needed someone to make you feel better.

You wanted Steve Harrington.

But you knew your friendship meant too much to you to even think about ruining it over some stupid feelings you had, so you kept them buried.

Opening the unlocked door you yell out into the home, trying to pinpoint where the two were.

"Steve? Robin?" You ask, closing the door behind you quietly hoping to not scare either of them.

From the kitchen Steve heard your voice, confused as he spread the mayo over the bread of the sandwich he was making.

"(Y/N)?" He questions, because he thought you would be on your date right now.

Steve felt his heart start beating faster as he realized you were here and not on your date, mind racing with different answers to why that might be.

Taking off your shoes and bag you respond to the boy by answering a loud,

"Yes," before leaving your items by the door.

Steve hears your muffled voice through the wall, smiling to himself. He was happy to know maybe he wouldn't be alone tonight. Even if it was just a friend, who he wish would be more.

But it still felt like a win because you were here instead of with some other guy.

"Kitchen." Steve tells you, hearing your steps coming through the hallway into the big kitchen.

You walk in to see him making a single sandwich, not sandwiches, just a sandwich.

"Is that what you're having for dinner?" You laugh confused on how that was going to fill him up. Hopping your body up, you take a seat on the counter behind him.

Steve shrugs, a light blush creeping on his face because he really wasn't expecting to see anyone tonight.

He was down and wanted something simple that didn't take much effort.

"I don't feel like making anything else." Steve says, finishing his meal.  

You giggle lightly as the boy turns around, sandwich small in his big hands. His face still a little red as he took a bite.

"You're going to be hungry again in like an hour." You tell him playfully, watching his eyes twinkle when they meet yours.

Chewing, he took in your outfit.

You were wearing a light pink plaid skirt with a low cut black top.

You looked beautiful to him, the sound of your giggling through the air making him nervous.

Steve shakes the feeling off before shrugging.

"Then I'll order take out." He tells you, chucking slightly before taking another bite.

You nod, understanding. Your eyes roamed around the room to see if you could find any remnants of Robin around.

Not seeing anything you turn your stare back towards him.

"Where's Robin?" You ask him, frowning slightly because you thought they were both off tonight.

You see Steve's body soften a little bit at your question.

"She canceled on me, Vickie asked to see her. Which good for her actually, one of us deserved to have a fun night." Steve answers, taking the last bite of his sandwich.

Steve's heart pound as he brought his eyes back up to yours.

"Are you supposed to be on a date?" He asks you, praying it was canceled and you hadn't gone.

Your body tensed while a sigh slipped your lips, yours legs automatically kicking back and forth slightly.

"That's why I'm here. I wanted to tell both of you how horrible it was, and when I say horrible Steve, I mean horrible." You tell him, shivering at the thought of earlier.

Steve's head popped up a little bit as he tried to not look excited about the fact your date hadn't gone well.

While he was happy for that, he was also wondering what could of made it so bad.

He questioned if maybe he would have to go kick the guy's ass.

"I thought you were out with that one guy from science club? Um, Jackson or whatever." Steve says, smirking internally because he knew the guy's name. But didn't want to seem like he was that important to him.

It's not like he hadn't been questioning the last few days, multiple different times, what that guy had that he didn't.

Meeting your eyes with Steve's, you tap your fingers nervously on the counter.

"Jacob, his name was Jacob." You tell him, watching him nod.

"And I had gone on the date, but god I didn't expect it to go so bad so fast." You finish, cringing as you see Steve's brow crinkle.

"What do you mean?" Steve asks you, arms crossing his chest.

Your body langue continues to be anxious, your feet still swinging as you tilt your head back before taking a deep breath.

"I mean literally not even fifteen minutes into the date he was trying to feel up my skirt. Not to mention all the sexual advances he kept making and nasty things he was saying. The whole situation just made me uncomfortable." You tell him honestly, seeing Steve grimace.

He didn't want you to go out with anyone else, but you didn't deserve that to happen.

"He always seemed so um." Steve speaks, snapping his fingers for the word.

"Innocent?" You finish, watching him nod in agreement.

"That's the word." He says, pointing out a finger.

"That's why I agreed to go out with him, I thought maybe this one wouldn't be a pervert so fast in. Not that I'm even against sleeping with someone on the first date, but fuck at least let us get through dinner." You groan, eyes rolling.

"Did you get through dinner?" He asks while you shake your head.

"No, I told him I had to go to the bathroom then went to the register to pay, leaving to come here. Didn't touch my food or anything since it wasn't out yet." You say truthfully, you didn't want to risk waiting a second longer there.

Steve rolls his eyes playfully.

"You should of left him to pay for it." Steve chuckles, lifting his gaze to yours a smile on his mouth.

"I should of, but I just wanted out of there." You shake your your head, laughing lightly.

"I just want one good date, I legit haven't been a good first date in months." You sigh, looking down at your feet.

Steve sits there for a second staring at you, idea sparking in his head.

You were dressed for a date still, and he was dressed since he was originally supposed to hang out with Robin.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, raising an eyebrow, leaning his head back slightly.  

"What?" You ask him, bringing your gaze to his.

"Are you hungry? Because you're right that sandwich didn't do anything." Steve shrugs, trying to be nonchalant.

You purse yours lips together for a moment.

"I could eat." You nod, watching him lean off the counter.

Steve smiles, nodding.

"Then lets go." He motions, holding his hand out to you.

Raising an eyebrow you take his hand, getting off the counter.

"Go where?" You ask, fixing your skirt.

You were confused on what Steve was doing, we're you two going to go out to eat? Get take out and come back here? What was on his mind, you wondered.

"Let's go show you that there are still good first dates in the world." Steve says seriously, grabbing his keys off the counter.

He decided even if he couldn't officially take you out without admitting his feelings,  he could still show you what it's like. Friends show friends a good time right?

You freeze in place, wondering if you were dreaming.

"First date?" You squeak as he laughs, turning back towards you.

"Yes, date. Come on, friends can take each other out." He smiles at you.

"Now let me show you that even though you will have some bad dates, there will be good ones waiting for you." He finishes, motioning to the front door.

Standing there you see him standing tall, muscles sticking out of his blue stripped shirt while he held the door open for you.

It wouldn't hurt to let him show you a good time you thought.

After all friends can have friend dates, right?

"I guess I'm still dressed for it." You agree, following him as he goes to lock the front door behind you two.

Steve felt himself stumbling slightly to find the key before leading you to the car.

After all he had to make it seem like this wasn't as big of deal to him as it really was.

"Just sit back and enjoy the night because you're right, I have only heard you talk about how bad your dates have been lately. And you deserve a good one." Steve tells you, opening the passenger door for you to get in.

A blush comes across your cheeks while you take a seat.

"Already starting huh?" You tease, smile on your lips.

"Like I said, I'm going to show you a good first date." He smiles, closing the door behind you.

Steve starts driving, eventually pulling into a gas station down the road.

He didn't really need gas for what he had planned, but he needed an excuse to stop to get you something he would get you if he was taking you on a real first date.

"I need to get some gas before we go anywhere." Steve says, hopping out of the car leaving you to wait nervously.

You sat there, hand tapping on your thigh, wondering where tonight was going to take you two.

You've liked him for the past couple of years since working together at Scoops, not that you didn't think he was cute before that.

Just you guys never really spoke before in high school other than some small talk here and there.

You wondered if maybe you should stop this, not wanting to confuse yourself too much by not being able to keep a straight head after this.

You didn't want to lose him over a silly crush.

But you couldn't help but wonder if you should let it play through, because it could possibly be the closest thing you'll get to a real date with Steve Harrington.

Turning your head back towards the opening gas station door, out comes a smiling Steve with an arm behind his back.  

Still smiling he opens the car door, leaning in.

Steve watched your face turn awestruck as he brought his arm around, a single red rose for you in his hands.

He tucks a piece of his hair behind his ear nervously after you take the flower from his hand.

You fingers lightly running over the petals delicately.

"Normally I would of got you flowers before hand, but this date caught me off guard." Steve chuckles, seeing you smile softly.

"Steve, you didn't have t-" You start, getting cut off by the boy protesting you to let the night just happen.

"(Y/N), like I said just sit back and relax and just enjoy the night. That way you'll remember to not settle for anyone's shit during another date you'll have." He tells you, getting out to pump the gas he bought.

Twirling the flower in your hand, you were a giddy mess.

Not even into the actual so called date yet, and it was already one of the best dates you've had.

No one had ever given you flowers on a date.

You've gotten some for a few holidays, after begging for them of course. But you had never experienced anyone willingly wanting to give you something so simple but so special.

Shaking off the butterflies in your stomach, you turn towards Steve after he gets back into the car.

"Thank you for this Steve." You tell him honestly, seeing his eyes glimmer as he starts the car.

Steve's heart exploded at how happy you were about the flower.

He would buy you all the flowers in the world if it meant to see you with that look on your face the rest of his life.

He couldn't wait for the rest of the night, knowing if you enjoyed this then you were going to have a great time tonight.

"Just wait till you see the rest of the date." Steve winks teasingly through the rearview mirror, pulling out of the gas station.

The drive was quiet besides the light humming from Steve as he listened to the music playing through the radio.

Both of you were as nervous as the other, unknowingly of course.

Steve drove out into a small town, smaller than Hawkins, about 20 minutes out.

He pulled into a little ma and pa pizzeria, the red glowing lights shining in the night as you took in the little brick building.

Steve was a gentleman as always, demanding to open the car door for you, which you gladly accepted.

You decided you were going to let yourself enjoy every minute of this, because deep down you hoped maybe he would enjoy it as much as you.

He lead you inside, both of you picking a small little booth in the corner as you waited for a waitress to arrive.

The place was small but cute.

All of the booths were hardwood with white and black checkered floor tiles underneath.

The walls were hardwood as well, red checkered table cloths giving the place a much needed pop of color.

There was even cute hanging lights above each table, giving them all a personal romantic glow.

Bringing your eyes to Steve, you smile.

"How often do you come here?" You ask him softly.

Taken aback a bit, Steve feels nervous wondering if you meant if he brough other dates here.

He wouldn't ever dare to bring anyone else here, besides Robin maybe. But other than that, no one was important enough to bring here other than you.

"By myself? Probably once a week, with anyone else? Never." Steve says honestly, watching your eyes widen a bit.

"Really? How did you find this place then?" You ask him, leaning your chin onto your hand.

Steve nods, taking a look at his hands before picking his arm to rest it on the table.

"It happened a few weeks after graduation actually." He tells you, not wanting to make eye contact.

"I uh had got in a really bad fight with my father about my future, or well lack there of according to him. And I took one of his many checkbooks, thinking about signing me a fat check and just leaving. I started to drive, not really caring about anything just being fueled by anger and ended up stopping here to breathe. Now the rest is history, and I've been coming here ever since." Steve explains, playing with his hands nervously.

He had never told anyone about that night.

Your heart aches for him, not having a good relationship with your parents either.

Not always seeing eye to eye on your future as well.  

"Tell me you at least used his checkbook to buy your dinner that night?" You ask him, placing your hand on his.  

Steve chuckles, bringing his eyes to yours.

"No, but I should have. It would of been the least he could do." Steve smiles, while you give him a light squeeze.

"Why didn't you ever tell me about that?" You say quietly,  intertwining your hand with his.

"I think because until recently, I actually thought he was right." He says honestly, both of your hearts beating fast from the electricity running between your fingers.

You could swear if you let go then lightning would hit the lamp above you.

"Steve your father wasn't right at all, and I'm happy you didn't leave because if you would have then we wouldn't be here, and I can't stand the thought that you might not have came into my life." You tell him truthfully.

If he would of left, you would of been working at Scoops with who knows instead of Steve.

That summer set the path to where you two were today.

"Really?" He asks as you nod.

"Really." You smile, seeing your waitress approaching from the side.

Reviewing the menu took forever for both of you, Steve said everything he had tried previously had been great. And on top of that it was kind of late with it being about 7:30 when you arrived, and both of you not having really ate much earlier didn't help when deciding what to order.

But you two settled on a plate of mozzarella sticks to start with and a medium house special to share with extra green peppers.

The conversation over dinner was alive, no small talk having to happen at all since you two knew each other so well. There were no awkward pauses or laughs, it was fun and energetic.

It was a great change of pace for both of you, since both of you had been on dates that were more than less boring lately.

You two were laughing loudly as you walked out of the restaurant.

The leftover pizza box hugged against your chest while Steve opened your door for you again.

"Steve thank you for sharing this place with me and what it means to you. It was truly one of the better dates I've been on." You tell him as he takes a seat.

Mentally high-fiving himself, he was happy to know you enjoyed what he had planned so far.

But was lowkey hurt you thought that this was all to his date with you.

He looks over, pouting jokingly with a hand over his heart.

"Why are you talking like it's over? We still have more to do till it's done." Steve says, glimmer in his eyes.

"What do you mean there's more?" You ask him, hint of curiosity in your voice, watching the car back out of the parking lot.  

"I mean, I don't only come here for the pizza. There's also an awesome ice cream parlor down the road that has the best malts. Which I know you love right?" He asks, already knowing the answer because you go to the ice cream shop in town every payday of yours.

"You're right, I do love a good butterscotch malt." You laugh, seeing a smile form on his face.

"Yeah so just let me do my thing and make sure you have a fun night okay? I hate to say it but you will probably be getting home late tonight because it's already almost nine." He nods, finger pointing over to the clock on the dash.

"You trying to get me to the spend the night Harrington?"  You joke teasingly, turning your body so your crossed legs were facing him.

He was right, your mom locked the door at ten because she had to be up by four am and didn't want to be awakened by the door slamming.

If you weren't home by then it was up to you to find a place to stay, especially since you got your key privileges taken away years ago because you kept losing them.

Your mom is convinced someone who finds the silver key will somehow know it belonged to your front door.  

"Hey, then it was a good first date." He says playfully, pulling into the gravel drive of what you guessed to be the ice cream shop.

"But yes, more than likely by the time we get home your mom will have the door locked. So you will probably have to crash at mine." Steve tells you truthfully, opening the door to get out of the car.

After looking over the menu you ended up ordering what you and Steve already knew you were going to, a butterscotch malt.

The girl at the window handed you two your malts before you sat down at one of the tables outside.

"So did you find this place the night you found the pizzeria?" You ask him, bringing the straw to your mouth.  

"Uh no actually, I found this a few months later. I came out here to eat one night but decided I still didn't feel like going home so I went exploring the town a little more." He tells you, watching your eyes roll back as you taste the ice cream.

"You've been holding out on me Harrington, you've been coming here for a little over a year and didn't think to tell me their malts are better than ours?" You laugh, pointing your straw at him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He chuckles, hands and malt going to the air defensively.  

"So I am really the first girl you brought out here?" You ask teasingly, brow raised.

"You are." He nods, pulling his straw away from his lips.

"I didn't want to take you on any other date I would take anyone else. Especially since I do know you, and know what you like so it's a little easier for me to think of something you would enjoy." Steve says honestly, seeing you blush lightly.

"Steve that is honestly so sweet, and you really don't know how much that means to me." You tell him, watching him stand up.

"Which is why I have one more thing to share with you before the end of this date." He smiles, taking your hand into his to follow him.

"What is it?" You ask him, feeling your heart beat as you talk quietly towards his car.

The feeling of your fingers intertwined for the second time that night, making you want to pass out.

"I didn't tell you anything else we were doing, why do you think I'll tell you now?." Steve chuckles, lifting his face slightly as he bumps his shoulder with yours.

"You're right," you agree while he sets his malt on top of the car so he can open the door.

Both of your fingers lingering when it comes time to let go.

The car ride home felt heavy with tension while you two wondered if you were imagining the tension in the air.

Steve wanted so badly to rest his hand on your thigh, and have you place your hand on top of his to hold him while you two drove back home.

But he wasn't sure if he would be crossing a line.

So he just longed for the feeling of your skin pressed against his.

Driving through Hawkins you glanced over at Steve, confused when his house came into view.

"Just trust me." He tells you, parking the vehicle.

Steve walks past you when you're inside, placing the pizza box on the counter along with the empty malt cups before motioning for you to follow him up the stairs.

Walking up to the hallway of his bedroom, you felt yourself get shaky.

He wasn't trying to get you in bed right?

Not that you would hate to do that, you thought.

But just you thought he would put more effort into it if this was really his goal.

"Steve?" You ask him, slowing your movements behind him.

Steve turns halfway back to see you glancing between him and his bedroom.

"Oh, no no no. It's not like that (Y/N), just keep following me." He chuckles, shaking his head.

He stops at the hallway window, messing around with the screen before it pops off.

"Come on," Steve tells you, placing the screen against the wall before climbing through.

Peering out you felt your heart beat fast as you climbed out onto the flat park of the roof to see Steve leaning back on the tiled roof by the window. Taking a seat next to him you lay down, arms behind your head looking at the stars above.

You two were towards the back of the house, the trees and pool surrounding you.

The reflection of the moonlight bounced off the pool, it was all dark besides the dimmed lights under the water of the pool.

It was peaceful out here, breathing in the fresh air.

"I would come out here during high school to just think sometimes." Steve shares, glancing over.

"It's beautiful, I would of too." You nod, happy he shown you more about him today.

"Well you can come whenever you need, bad date? Come here. Bad day in general? Come here." He shrugs slightly, sighing to himself as he realized the date was soon coming to an end.

"I might take you up on it sometime." You tell him, sitting up to glance down at the pool.

"You know where the spare is, and that my door is always open to you." Steve chuckles, sitting up.

"Is this the last part of the date?" You ask him, bringing your gaze back up to meet his.

"Yeah." Steve nods.

"How about I add something and we go for a swim?" You suggest, tilting your head towards the pool, seeing him raise an eyebrow.

"Are you wanting to go for a swim?" He asks you.

"Yeah, why not? It's a nice night." You shrug, smirking slightly.

"You don't have a swimsuit." Steve reminds you.

"So what? Literally I feel like a bikini is the same thing as my bra and underwear, just different materials." You laugh, standing up to go inside down to the pool.

Pulling off your shirt, you glance down at him.

"You coming?" You ask, seeing him get flustered.

"Ye-yeah" Steve stutters, standing up.

You were right he thought, it wasn't much different besides the materials.

Both of you make it down to the pool, kicking off your shoes before you let your skirt and shirt fall onto the cement.

"Meet you in there Harrington?" You smile, running to jump into the pool.

The water surrounded you as you submerged beneath. Your fingers keeping the air trapped in your lungs while they plugged your nose.

A gasp escapes your lips when you come back to the surface.

Steve was standing there with his shoes and jeans off, nervous about getting it to the water.

"Come on take off your shirt Harrington and get in the water."  You call out teasingly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." He laughs, reaching to pull the shirt off from behind his neck.

You start whistling and hollering as his torso becomes revealed, Steve's face turning red for the millionth time that night.

"You're been working out Steve." You tease, watching him jump into the water.

His tall frame disappearing into the water before coming back up.

"Is that way of you saying I look good?" Steve chuckles, shaking his hair like a dog, causing you to squeal from the water hitting you.

"Well duh, I have eyes. I'm not blind." You laugh watching him splash towards you.

Moving quickly, you scream at the cold water hitting your back.

"Hey, hey, hey. I said let's swim, not splash." You screech, trying to swim away.

"I think you're forgetting you're in the water with a guy who was on the swim team." He laughs, following while he splashes you more.

"Steve, stop." You laugh, turning back to splash him.  

The sounds of both of you laughing and the water moving echoes into the open air.

"Never." He jokes, going to grab your arm.

"Steve don't you dare dunk me." You scream, feeling him overpower you while he pulls you close.

The feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you distracted you as he pulls you down with him in the water before bringing both of you back to the surface.

"God I hate you Harrington." You laugh, wiping the chorine filled water off your eyes.

"No you don't." Steve smiles, arms still wrapped around you.

"Steve, don't please." You scream again, feeling him spin with you in temptation while your arms automatically wrapped around his neck in fear.

"Okay, I won't. But did you at least have fun tonight?" Steve smiles, arms still holding you as he moves in the water.

"I did. Actually, I think it was the best first date I've ever been on." You say honestly, looking up to his eyes. His wet hair framing his face as his grin widens.

"You really think so?" He asks, looking down at you.

"I do." You nod nervously, feeling your back hit the wall of the pool making you realize you were still really close together.

"I wish it could of been like an actual first date though." You laugh shyly,  one of your hands moving to rest on his chest while the other lingers on around his neck to play with his hair lightly between your fingers.

"Do you want to consider it an actual date?" Steve asks, chest moving harshly up and down under your finger tips.

"Would it be alright if I did?" You ask, biting your lip slightly.

"As long as you would let me take you out again," He smiles, his eyes twinkling while the water droplets rolled down his chest.

"On a date date right?" You ask, smirk forming.

"If I'm being honest, I was treating this as a date date." He tells you.  

"I've liked you for a while (Y/N), but I was nervous about asking you out so I thought this was the only way it would happen." Steve continues honestly, picking you up a little higher.

"I've liked you for a while too Harington, and actually thought the same thing about this date. When you offered I thought this may be my only chance to get taken out by you." You smile, wrapping your legs tighter around him.

"Well how about we make up for lost time starting tomorrow with breakfast?" He asks, bringing his face down closer to yours.

"That works for me." You tell him, grinning into the kiss as your lips connect with his.

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[shanakin-skywalker]

Hot Stuff (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

*Plus Size and POC Friendly (Only Description is that Reader is shorter than Steve and his hands are bigger.)

Summary: Steve and Reader both like each other but it takes a very tipsy Robin to get the ball rolling.

Word Count: 1,614

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption

AN: This is an idea I got that I just had to write about. Just pure fluffy goodness.

*No one has permission to repost my work on Tumblr or any other platform. Plagiarism, stealing my work, etc. will not be tolerated. By clicking KEEP READING you are agreeing to the above terms.

It was dark, dingy, and smelly. Steve wrinkled his nose at the smell of body odor, beer, and cigarettes with an undertone of weed. The floor was sticky as he tried his best to make his way to the full table without sloshing a beer for himself, no one even bothered checking ID, and water for her. It was hard enough to see in the very limited light of the pub without the sea of bodies and smoke clouding the air.

He finally squeezed between her and Robin, effectively interrupting their conversation, well, attempted conversation thanks to Corroded Coffin and their raucous noise as Steve liked to call it.

She gave him a smile as he placed the water on the table. They had been best friends since 1st grade when he pulled her off the swing and she gave him a swift kick in the shin with a boisterous, “Wait your turn!” She plopped herself back on the seat and made Steve wait a whopping 5 whole minutes, which to little him seemed like hours. We waited criss-cross applesauce, pouting with his little arms crossed over his chest while he waited. Once she was satisfied with her time on the swing, she hopped off and handed him a piece of candy from her little jacket pocket with a bright, slightly smug, smile.

They had been the best of friends until they reached high school and he left her behind for school royalty. Eventually she made a friend in Robin Buckley while in band together and would visit her at Scoops. Then Steve started working there. It had been awkward at first but with his changed personality they were easily able to pick right back up, after many free ice creams to make up for his abandonment of her.

Now Robin and he worked at Family Video and she worked at the local music store. It’s there she met Eddie Munson and, small world, they were all friends.

That’s how they ended up here, at The Hideaway, on a Tuesday night after much whining and badgering on Eddie’s part to get them to come.

“It’ll be fun!” Eddie had so exuberantly put it with a big grin that crinkled the skin around his eyes.

It was, indeed, not fun. At least to Steve. He grit his teeth when another drunk patron stumbled into him, his ‘music,’ he was being generous with calling it that, was giving him a headache and the vibration from the speakers were making his brain feel like a paddle ball on a rubber band string.

She slightly rolled onto the balls of her feet, reaching with her pointer and middle finger to smooth his furrowed brow lovingly. Steve stared down at her with fondness. Only she could look this beautiful in the barely visible bar. He brought his hands to her waist, rubbing slow circles on the exposed skin of her risen tshirt.

“Aaaaand kiss!” Cheered a very tipsy Robin who had apparently made her way from beside Steve to across from them. Their moment was essentially broken and they broke away, taking a step away from each other. He snorted.

“I think you’ve had enough, Buckley.” He reached over to slide her beer away from her with a roll of his eyes. His best friend grinned in amusement at Robin’s state.

“Have not.” She argued back childishly and went to swipe her drink back. Steve let her. He was off babysitting duty tonight.

“C’mon! You guys are perfect for each other. Like your cuteness makes me want to vomit and I’m tired of watching you guys make goo-goo eyes at each other when you think the other isn’t looking.” She chugged down her ¾ filled glass of beer.

‘Note to self: Robin gets too honest when she drinks.’ Steve thought with a flush running from the tops of his ears to down his neck. He was suddenly very thankful for the low light.

“Robin,” she started slowly, loud enough for her and Steve to hear, “I think you’re looking a little too much into this.” Her more-than-tipsy friend frowned.

“Am not!” She pouted before her eyes seemed to catch something out of her peripheral vision and then her whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. Robin leaned over, her torso laying on the table as she pointed behind and to the left of them.

“There! You guys need to do that!” They both followed her finger. It was one of those Test Your Love games in the corner, red flashing lights running up and down the possible options.

“We aren’t doing that.” Steve put his beer down mid sip and placed his hands on his hips in his ‘Mom Stance.’

“Yes you are!” Robin proceeded to pull a quarter out of her pocket and throw it at them. He clenched his jaw and exhaled harshly through his nose in exasperation. His best friend ran her hand up the exposed skin of his arm, landing on his bicep and gave it a light squeeze.

“Let’s just humor her.” She smiled in amusement at her ex-band mate. And how could he say no to her? His arms dropped to his side and he picked up the quarter from on the table.

Robin stumbled over and grabbed them each by the hand, pulling them through the dense crowd to the very back of the bar. She positioned them with precision next to each other and grabbed her hand to wrap around the knob, then Steve’s wrapping around hers. His fingers wrapping completely around her smaller one. Once satisfied with their position she slid the coin in the spot after missing the first couple of times.

The game lit up, lights brighter, illuminating them in bright red light that somehow made her look otherworldly. Why was his heart pounding? Why did he feel nervous? It’s just the beer, he concluded. It had to be, ignoring the fact he only took 4 sips.

“Squeeze!” Robin cheered and when he felt her hand tighten, he did the same. Red lights racing up and down, he held his breath. They both looked down at their joined hands. Her’s were so soft, so warm, and then suddenly there was a steady blinking and they both looked at the game.

Hot Stuff. The bright lights blinking at the very top like a ferris wheel. Steve was so mesmerized he only half heard Robin whooping. Then a force turned his head and pushed him down and he briefly noticed his co-worker had a hand on the back of her head pushing them until their lips smushed together. Frozen, he felt her smile and giggle. Before he could start kissing her, she pulled away and turned to their friend, who looked like the cat that got the canary.

“Happy now?” She asked and Robin nodded aggressively, her short hair bouncing around her face.

“I. TOLD. YOUUUUU!” Steve schooled his face and watched her trip on the corner of the wooden game, falling into her, causing her to stumble into him. He steadied them and took a step away.

“I think that’s enough excitement. C’mon Robin. Let’s get you home.” He steered her waddling frame back through the packed bar, his other companion following closely behind. They sent a wave at Eddie and he gave them a nod in return at seeing Robin’s state.

They exited The Hideaway and were greeted by cool, fresh air, everything sounding slightly underwater for the minute it took to get to Steve’s BMW. He opened the back seat for Robin where she promptly plopped down and laid across the entirety of the back. He closed the door and went around to her. She smiled at him under the streetlight.

“So, hot stuff, huh?” He said nervously. Her smile stretched into a grin.

“Well if the Love Tester says so then it must be true.” She took a step closer to him. Steve swallowed and wet his lips with his tongue.

“You think?” He paused, taking a breath before continuing, “Would-would you want to go out with me on Friday? See if we actually are good together?” His voice soft, unsure.

“I’d love that.” She leaned up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

“Pick me up at 7, Hot Stuff?” She teased and his mouth broke into the biggest, toothiest grin.

“You got it, Hot Stuff.” He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to her lips. She sighed out and wrapped her arms around his torso. Steve pulled back and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Gimme a call when you get home, yeah?” He wrapped his arms around her soft frame and gave her a squeeze.

“I will.” She promised and stepped back. She looked over and snorted. Steve turned around to see Robin’s face pressed against the window, eyes the size of dinner plates, nose scrunched flat and breath fogging the lower half of her face. It took her a second to realize they were looking at her before she let out a squeal and launched herself back to the other side of the back seat. Steve rolled his eyes and she laughed before heading to her own car parked two spaces away from him. He made sure she got in safely and she had driven away before rounding the front of his car and into the driver's seat.

“I told you!” Robin started singing as soon as the door opened.

“I’m making you rewind all the tapes yourself if you don’t knock it off, Buckley.” Steve looked back at her in the rear view mirror. She didn’t but nothing could dampen the excitement he had in his chest for Friday.

[demigoddessqueens]

Steve “Six Nuggets” Harrington

And

Eddie “this is music!” Munson

What do you mean something bad happened? No it didn’t

[harringtons-cupid]

Joe Keery Masterlist

Divider credit: @cafekitsune

➻ I'm in control sir (18+)

➻Good Girl (18+)

➻Joe changes his hair (18+)

➻ Call me Joe (18+)

➻Private Boat (18+)

➻DJO writes a song about you

[geminimoonbeamx]

So I’ll Take The Night Shift

A/N:  Hello there, I’ve missed you. @allaboardthereadingrailroad thanks for staying on my ass until I finished this. 

Warnings: PTSD, mild horror. semi-dub con(between adults, they're both 18!+), drug use

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Sized! Reader

Summary: Y/N Henderson cant see herself getting over the horrific events that happened after Halloween anytime soon, and finds companionship in the least likely of places. Set after Season Two, Pre Season 3. 

“Youre young, attractive. You’ve got chemistry, history. Plus, the real shit. Shared Trauma”- Murray Bowman

Nobody talks about what it means to be really scared. They never mention the gut twisting, palm sweating adrenaline rush that comes with near death in your books. 

No, In the books it's always bravery, heroism. 

You fight the dragon, and kiss the prince. 

They never describe the inbetween. About throwing up on your shoes before you battle the dragon, about washing blood and dust and chunks of flesh out of your hair after the prince decides you're really not all that kissable. 

About the bodies, bodies of the people who don't make it to the end. Slain knights don't die in shiny silver armor. They die screaming, and the carnage that's left…it sticks. 

Bob died gurgling, choking on his own blood. The light left his eyes, but the terror didnt. The screams that echo, you can't differentiate them. Were they Joyce Byers’? Or were they more primordial, inhumane and monstrous. Screeching really, nails on a chalkboard, like nothing you’ve ever heard. 

“Y/N” 

“Y/N, Run!” 

“Miss Henderson!” 

You come too with a gasp, one that rips raw from your throat. Eyes snapping open and body jerking awake. 

The flourescent lights of the classroom are too bright, glaringly and painfully so and you reach up, cupping at your eyes with cold, damp fingers . You're spinning, reality slamming into you like a mac truck. 

You hadn't even realized you’d fallen asleep, you’d only closed your heavy eyes for a moment, just to rest them- 

Fuck. 

Oh no

“Miss Henderson,” Starts your fourth period Math teacher, Mr. Llewyn “I suggest you find another place to get your beauty sleep in. Or did you forget that this is going to be on the Final on Friday?” 

The class erupts into a chorus of giggles, taunts and whispers and your face burns bright and hot as you readjust in the hard plastic seat, wishing you could sink through it. Through the linoleum floor and down into the earth's core. 

“Sorry, I um- sorry” you stutter, sounding as stupid as you feel. “I’m sorry, what page are we on?”

“We’re on page 394, keep up. I won't repeat myself so you're just going to have to-” Mr. Llewyn drones on, is a total dick as usual. You wonder if he’d hit that flash he hides in his desk extra hard before he started lecturing.

It's the Wednesday(you’re pretty sure?) before Winter Break, everyones so involved with themself, and their holiday plans that you and your dramatic mid class nap aren't really on their roster, a small blip not worth holding their attention past a laugh. Pulled back by the writing on the chalkboard and the functions of angles and their calculations, if they wanted to pass and graduate in May.

Almost everyone, that is. 

A pair of carob eyes stay on you for longer, and even though he’s seated three rows over, it’s heavy. Questioning. Knowing. 

You bite the inside of your cheek, hard. 

Steve Harrington had never noticed you before, and you really wish he’d go back to pretending you didn't exist. 

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You’re fine, 

You reassure yourself as you stand in the Hawkins High girls bathroom. Blue tile, mold from the 60’s. A row of empty bathroom stalls and a large, long mirror, in which you stare at your reflection. 

Leaning over the porcelain sink, you swallow around nothing. Breathing deep. 

We’re  fine.

Everyone says so. 

The kids, Dustin and his friends who seem to be well adjusted to the interdimensional underworld of Hawkins. You think that’s, like, normal. They couldn't really gauge the level of danger, adolescent brains and all that. 

It’s the adults, and their nonchalance that you cant wrap your mind around.  Sheriff Hopper can't pass his own breathalyzer, but he’s still head of the Town's police force. Joyce Byers is- well Joyce Byers, eternally burnt out, but the fact that they’re so unphased is fucking weird. It’s A-Okay-Kiddo. Under control. It’s in the Government Spooks hands now. 

You’d never really liked Nancy Wheeler. Not in a hateful way, but in the ‘we've been forced together for far too long and never really became friends, way’. You’d never forgive her for stealing the pink cowboy hat that you quite obviously yours at Dustin's ninth birthday. But Nancy had made it a personal goal of hers to butt in on you at every turn. “Are you okay? How are you feeling. I’m here if- blah, blah, blah” 

It’s all going to be fine.

The doctor who had removed your stitches had grinned as he told you of the fact. Healed perfectly, probably wouldn't even scar if you used that special cream and kept it hydrated. 

You run your ring finger over the outer corner of your eyes to collect any smudged mascara and straighten your thick corduroy jacket. 

The lights flicker, the wires in this school are ancient. And electricians nightmare. 

Sirens blare and the emergency lights flash in warning, soaking everything in red. 

You have the urge to slam your fist into the mirror, if only to shatter the girl who stares back. She shouldn't look so calm, she should look shard sharp and fragmented, the way you feel. 

Instead you shrug your book bag back onto your shoulder- the bathroom door slamming closed behind you. Mirror intact. 

You’re not fine.  

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You have to dodge Nancy in the parking lot, of course.  You pretend not to hear her call your name, her fingers interlaced with Jonathen Byers’ as they stand by his hunk of junk. You power walk right by all of, that, straight towards the borrowed minivan you drive to school. 

Its cold, dirty slush covering the ground, the poorly paved school lot’s an ice rink. You, clumsy as all fuck, shouldn’t be allowed to walk in it, much less drive in it. But as previously stated, Hopper was a shit Sheriff and you somehow had acquired a License even though you had no business having one. 

A horn blairs,cursing in the distance and you perk up, keys in Vans lock. Across the lot, there's a commotion- a fender bender no doubt. Shaking your head and climbing behind the wheel, you're just glad it wasn't you. 

It’s not til’ your pulling out, in the line of cars eager to get to the exit but stuck in the one lane that leads to it, that you spot a familiar burgundy BMW. Steve looks stressed, hand pushing through his thick hair as he inspects the damage he’d done to a shitty Toyota. He hadn't even slipped on the slick pavement- no. Steve’s car is still mostly in it’s parking spot- he’d backed out into traffic. 

Your mouth quirks downward. That's not like him…

Honk

Holding up the line is a big no, no. That fact doesn't stop you from rolling down the window and flipping the person behind you the bird. 

Asshole. 

Fiddling with the radio, you land on a rhythmic Blondie song and concentrate on the road and not totaling your Aunt’s car. 

What did you know about Steve Harrington anyway?

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Ever since the Winter Ball, Dustin has spent way too much time in the bathroom. 

Aunt Claudia smiles, laughs it off. It’s just him going through adolescence, you had been even worse. You nod, but secretly wonder if it’s adolescence he’s going through or a complete and total psychotic break, because if so. Same. 

No. Dustin’s sunshine contained; he wasn't lying when he told you that he was okay. Splendid even, spending more time than usual out of the house- he told his mom that he was at Mikes, or Lucas, or the Byers’ but really you know that him and his friends conjugate deep in the woods now, at Hoppers Cabin. Where Eleven is, his long lost friend who just so happened to have telepathic powers. 

You cover your wincing face with the hardback novel that you'd been buried in lately. 

Or at least tried to be. It was kind of hard to immerse yourself in the life of Jesse Reeves and her encounters with the Vampire Lestat. You’d been waiting for this book for over two years, and the words on the page were just that. Words. Flat, black ink scribbles on white parchment. You couldn't fall into it the imaginary world that you so desperately longed to escape into. 

No. 

You were stuck here. 

Blood didn't feel sticky, Mrs.Rice. It felt hot and thin. Dying didn't look like poetry, wasn't pretty. It wasn't even tragic. 

It was just final. 

“This colorful challenger to Sir Gawain turns out to be Sir Bertikal in Disguise”  Alex Trebek’s voice rings out from the television, you curled up on the couch and Aunt Claudia in her recliner. 

“Who is The Green Knight” You call out, finally giving up on your book and closing with a thump. 

The woman on the TV Echos your answer, earning her the daily double and Aunt Claudia gives an impressed little hum. 

“I’m gonna head up to bed” you inform her, standing and stretching your arms above your head.

“It’s only eight” She protests “Is it school? I know finals have not been easy- and graduations right around the corner. I remember how stressful it was, crazy since I'm ancient, I know. But it will be over before you know it, honey pie” 

“No, it’s not Finals- I mean those have been a Bi-” You check yourself when she gives you the side eye “B-Hard time” 

“Nice save. So if it's not school, what is it? Your leg giving you trouble? Doctor Morris was clear about calling if you're still in any pain-” 

Shrugging it off, you avoid the conversation entirely. You’d essentially signed your soul over to the US Government, those confidentiality waivers were no joke. 

Even if they hadn't made you swear not to tell anyone, you don't think you would have told her anyway. Aunt Claudia had always lived in this bubble, eternally happy. Ever optimistic.

You wonder if she would be so jolly if she knew Mews, her beloved orange tabby, had gotten eaten by a portal jumping alien monster that Dustin had tried to domesticate. 

No. She could have her bubble, and you’d continue to envy her for it. 

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It takes threatening Dustin, the promise of physically fighting him and knocking a couple of his brand new pearls straight out of his mouth, for him to let you have the bathroom. 

The showers boiling hot and you stand under the spray until your skins raw and numb, steam filling the room in thick plumes. 

“What’s he doing?”

“Expanding the menu”

A thick near palpable layer of fog veils the junkyard, making it hard to see out of the thin slots in the jimmy rigged armored bus. Your heart rushes in your ears. So loud it's hard to hear the screams of the kids behind you; Dustin, Lucas and Max hollering and hooting. Your own screams are trapped tight in your chest, horror stuck as the bus begins to quake, attacked at all sides, a tin can being bent in. There's a body, pressed against yours, a voice, deeper than the kids- 

“Move! Hold the Door-” 

This is it. This is how you die. A long limb breaks though the barricaded window, sinew and talloned and your body catches up with your brain, your lungs finally releasing pressure, it leaves your throat high pitched and terrified. 

The rusty, scavenged lead pipe in your hands feels paper light. 

What can it do against that?

What can it do, when the creature that scales the roof of the bus opens its face? Snarls like nothing you've ever heard?

You swing the pipe at it anyway.

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The door to your bedroom is pushed open, no preamble-

“Knock much?” You chide at the curly haired boy standing in your doorway, dressed in his He-Man pajamas. 

“I just wanted to say goodnight, check on you, you know?” His tone feels all wrong, too old and too young at once. “See if you need anything. A chocolate milk?”

“Consider me checked on” 

It was sweet, the concern your cousin had shown for you in the past few weeks. Or at least it would've been if it wasn't so annoying. You know why he's there. Know that a part of him, if only to ease your mind, wants to grab his sleeping bag and set up camp on your hardwood floor, as he had in those first few nights after-  

You pretend to ignore the way his gaze focuses on your left calf. A physical reminder of that night, of the lab. Of the carnage. 

You hate it, too. 

Humoring him, you allow him to bring you a cup of overly sweet chocolate milk.

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You used to love to sleep, would waste hours of free time in bed. Dreaming, in any of its forms, was your favorite pastime, and you were good at it. Late to school in the mornings, snoozing in the back room at work on your break.  Sleep eluded you now, the treacherous bastard. Slipped through your fingers like sand, on the good nights. 

And on the bad ones, your dreams had teeth. 

Dustin could only endure the hard wood of your floor for so long, and even then- he didn't feel the way that you did. It was an adventure for him and his friends. A D&D campaign that they won, gained back a party member at that. 

There was no sense of loss for them.

There's a tap at your window, a familiar rhythm. 

The only person that seemed to be as not okay as you were was-

“Y/N? Hurry, I’m freezing my balls off out here” 

Steve Harrington was the last person you ever thought you'd form any kind of bond with, and yet the two of you seemed drawn to each other since that night, since the junkyard. You’d clutched at each other, down in the tunnels. Held on to one and other as you accepted your mortality- 

Turns out it's a hard cord to sever.

“Shh, my aunt’s a light sleeper you maniac” you hiss at him as you let him in, moving aside as he cambers through your window. 

“Not really- she slept through me busting ass the other night” He huffs, as if he knows. And maybe he does 

Maybe that's what these nightly sleepovers had done. 

The cold radiates off of his body, though he’s bundled in a pair of thick sweatpants and a dark blue ‘Hawkins Tigers’ hoodie. It will never get any less surreal, seeing him in your room. Tall and lanky, he almost looks out of place among your sage green walls. The low light from the old stained glass floral lamp on your vanity casting him in a fuzzy glow. 

“You have snow in your hair” you grin, reaching up to brush the fat fluffy flakes away from his chestnut hair. This is what you do now; have Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington over- casually touch him. 

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty bad out there. I still parked down the street, just to be safe” He juts his thumb in the direction of his car, probably parked under the willow near the stop sign. 

“Dustin would have a coronary if he knew you were coming over and not playing Sega with him” you snort, “Take off your shoes, I actually like that rug” 

“Roger, roger” 

It goes how it usually does, the two of you falling into a routine that for all intents and purposes shouldn't exist, it borders on the line of awkward, you don't know if that will ever change. But you can handle awkward, can handle the fact that he still feels like a foreign object in your bed. When the two of you talk about school, your story lines barely overlap.  

The unspoken rule, that you only exist here, in your room. Among the pillows and in between the cluttered bookshelves. 

Usually, you’ll talk about things that would get you locked up in a padded cell, for hours. Bleed away hours, whispering- about the laboratory. About the Demogorgen’s- Steve understands what blood feels like. He isn't a stranger to fear, the kind they just can't get right in books. 

Tonight, he tells you he has a plan. 

The last time Steve had a plan it included a nail spiked baseball bat. 

“I swiped them from my mom, she won't even notice. Her bathroom cabinets overflowing” He holds up a little orange pill bottle with, almost triumphantly. 

“What are they?” your inquiry is hesitant as you eye him. A joint every now and then? Fine. Getting black out at an after homecoming party, okay. Random pharmaceuticals from Steves moms stash?...

“Xanax” he answers, nonchalant as ever before reading off the warnings label. Dizziness. Addiction. Risk of Overdose- “Drowsiness, Bingo. I for one, would like to actually get some sleep tonight”

You, are still not completely sold, and voice as much. 

“Look, my mom pops these like candy, and we’ll only take the suggested amount” He explains, cucumber cool and convincing. 

“Are you trying to peer pressure me?” you try to keep it serious, you really do. 

“Maybe. Why? Is it working?” he’s too charming for his own good. You’d always heard people say that about him, said charm had never been turned on you before 

You’d survived literal hell on earth. 

What could one little pill hurt? 

The two of you share a grin, he shakes out two tiny off white tablets and hands you one, you take them with the chocolate milk that Dustin had left on your vanity.

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Being with Steve feels like dreaming, with or without drugs involved. 

The two of you lie side by side, pressed against each other; shoulders, hips, he’d chuckled earlier and pulled your leg over both of his, your thick thigh blanketing his. 

The glow in the dark stars on your ceiling swirl, and you trace the made up constellations with your eyes as Steve begins to trace the soft supple skin of your leg with his fingers. 

“Does it still hurt?” His fingertips ghost over your calf. Over the long, mostly healed gash. He asks it, alot. Everyone does. 

You never know how to answer them. Even though its clean, stitches removed, you can still feel the jagged gate digging into your skin. Can still hear the sirens. Can still see the flickering lights of the dying Laboratory. 

“Kinda” you answer instead and Steve nods like he gets it.

And maybe he does. 

“I can't believe we're alive” Steve always says the things you're too scared to. He gives voice to the thoughts in your head.

You reach for his hand, the one that's creeping dangerously high up on your thigh, playing with the pink hem of your too short pajama shorts. Link his fingers with your own. 

“”Do you ever think about why? Why we’re alive, like, we all should be dead. Realistically, we shouldt have made it outta there. And its- like- is is it fate? Was it just luck? I know we've talked about it before but I really…I don't know. Anything, Anymore” you babble admittance, holding Steves hand, all of the panic and tear inducing fear that came with the subject gone, 

It’s beyond odd. 

Steve squeezes your hand “I got in an accident today” 

“Awe, I saw. I'm sorry” you cajole, head turning so you can look at him, lip jutted out “You have good insurance, right?”

“Yeah, my insurance is fine” he huffs out what might be a laugh “I ugh, thought I saw something in my rearview. I mean I obviously didn't, but yeah. I wasn't paying attention and-” He makes overly animated crashing sounds with his mouth. 

You don't laugh. 

“I see things too. Sometimes” 

It sits in the air. A realization. An acknowledgement- a partnership. A lifeline. Its hangs about, settles into your bones. 

Turnes electric in your veins. 

You let Steves had wander between your legs. 

This was inevitable, you think as he reaches over, pressing his too plush lips to yours. Unbelievable, but coming on like a freight train. 

Whatever the two of you had gone through that night had made you both magnetic, opposite poles forever attracted to each other. 

“Steve” you whisper, head floating. The drugs. Him. You can't think straight and you let out a delighted giggle at the prospect. No more thinking straight. No more thinking, 

He buries his head in your neck, his breath coming out in short scorching pants as he works you over through the front of your panties “Shh, just feel good. I can make you feel good” 

Hips shifting, following his movements, you know that maybe you shouldn't be doing this. Maybe your first time with Steve, your first time doing anything like this at all, shouldn't be in a Xanax induced haze but…you just want to feel something. Something good. 

Steve is good and sweet and soft as he peels you out of your pajama bottoms, his big brown eyes locked with yours as he helps you wiggle out of your panties. You feel bare, exposed, close your thighs in embarrassment when comments on how cute the little white bow is. 

“It’s okay, this is gonna feel really good. I promise” 

The gutted sound he makes when he drags his fingers over your lips spears you right the the gut, when he whispers to you about how wet you are, you mimic that sound right back at him. 

There's a lot the books you'd always escaped in didn't get quite right. 

You're fully unprepared when Steve presses in, knuckle deep. When he fucks you, with his fingers. Slow, playful and then something more.

“Holy fuck” you gasp, and he coos at you. Kissing at your chin as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Closer. More. He’s already on top of you, but it doesn't feel like nearly enough.

“There you go” He soothes, as you ride his fingers. Deeper. Faster. 

“Please, Steve” you whine quietly. Overwhelmed, your entire groin burning something sweet and painful. 

You'd be embarrassed of the sounds later, of the wet sloshing and teeth clattering. 

You grab his free hand, the one that had been doing a number under your sweater and press it to your mouth. You need help being quiet. It's okay. Steve always helps. 

His fingers curl, and that it. That’s it. 

You gasp around the warm flesh of his hand, shaking. Seizing. Almost blacking out as your pussy sucks his fingers in deep, spasming around them tight as a vice. 

It’s bliss. You understand why they call it the petite mort now. 

The small death. 

You’d look death in the face before and yeah, it was a lot like this. All consuming. Mind warping.

He stays on top of you, a glorified weighted blanket. Protection. Keeping your body safe within his own. You’re not okay, but neither is Steve. And in the dark, intertwined, it's not such a terrifying thought.

When you fall into a dreamless slumber, it's all night. The first full night of sleep you’d had since November. 

So, your girl took a year long hiatus but I’m back! Hoping to post more Stranger Things as the season 4 premiere date inches closer. 

[schlattsdoll]

Can you pls do anything steve harrington I don't care I just need a new steve fic maybe y/n comforting him when he's upset. Something angst/ fluffy please and thank you!

trophy child- s. harrington

:paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

:warnings: minors dni, we gonna dive into steve’s obvious daddy issues so strap in, mentions of neglect & depression, stancy slander, steve having the emotional backbone of a chocolate eclair, you’re responsible for your own media consumption!!

being with steve wasn’t as glamorous as everyone thought. the once king of hawkins high was deep down a broken and scared kid. no one saw him for who he really was, even his parents.

constantly away from home for important events, steve felt like he was just something for his parents to brag about, but not care about. despite not being a star at much, he was a trophy child.

at one point he gave up even saying when he had his house to himself, the parties no longer filling the void. there was no use anyways, he didn’t like many of the people from high school anymore and his kids actual friends were all underage.

it got so bad that one day he just didn’t show up to work. he told robin he was sick but she had a feeling he just had enough of being used. he felt used by nancy, thinking she actually loved him, used by his parents to show off to their friends, even used by dustin at times for his car.

when you pulled up to his house, you saw his car in the driveway but all the lights were off. you sighed and pounded on the door. “stevie!! lemme in!!” you were the one person he actually wanted to see, and even your voice wasn’t enough to cheer him up.

he pulled himself out of his bed, fluffy hair messed up and old sweater scrunched up. “didn’t know you were comin’. didn’t feel good today.” he pulled open the door, his voice still raspy as if he was asleep or crying. his nose was red and eyes puffy, leaving your heart to drop a little. “you know i’m here for you, dingus.” you bring a hand up to wipe a stray tear he hoped you wouldn’t see.

“don’t wanna get you sick.” he mumbled into his sleeve and you rolled your eyes at the tall brunette. “i know you’re not actually sick stevie, talk to me. please?” steve sighed deeply and let you inside. you followed him to his bedroom where he closed the door and pulled you close to him. bags of snacks and things you brought for him falling to the floor as you went towards his bed.

you heard a muffled “am i good enough?” in your shoulder as you ran your nails through his hair. “steve, of course you are. you are more than enough. you are the best boy ive ever met.” he sits up and pulls you away enough to see you. “you may be the only one who thinks that angel.” he let out a small pitiful laugh.

“stevie, i mean it. i’ve been in love with you for as long as i can remember. longer than we’ve even been together. you’re so kind, sweet and caring. you’re a great role model for dustin and mike, you make me laugh and smile even when i feel the worst. i’m sorry that your parents ignore you and i’m sorry that nancy broke you down even more. i love you steve harrington, let me help you see how amazing you really are.” you held his face in your hands, looking deep into his sad brown eyes. his fingers played with the rings on your hand as you spoke. you kissed him gently and he hugged you tighter than ever before.

“thank you y/n.” is all he said as you slowly wiggled out of his grip and got up to change into one of his shirts and out of your jeans. “what’re you found baby?” he tilted his head like a confused puppy when he saw you walk to his closet and shimmy out of your tight pants. “i’m not leaving until we get you to see how amazing you really are so i might as well get comfortable.”

the night was spent wrapped up in his arms, watching movies he took from work and pampering him. “you are the best thing that’s happened to me angel. thank you baby.”

“anything for my best boy.”