#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]

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

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

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

Enjoy!

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

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

Word Count: 13, 887

Steddie Masterlist/Donate to Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

Steve nods. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you’re a freak, then so am I.”

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3 Years Later

Steve hated history class with a burning passion. 

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

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

Sports was his only outlet for all his stress.

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

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

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

“Mr. Harrington?”

“Huh?”

“Care to answer my question?”

“What was the question?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not very good at history—”

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

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

“Steve. Steve Harrington.”

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

“All good I hope.”

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

***

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

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

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

“Fuck me!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eddie Munson.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Y/N!”

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

“Where are you going?”

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

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

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

“They definitely can be.”

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

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

“Why do you hang out with them then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, that’s it!”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, she invited me to so…”

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

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

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

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

“Why did that bother you?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I said fuck off or I swear to God—”

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

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

“I’ll break your fucking arm.”

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

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

“This doesn’t concern you, Munson.”

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

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

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

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

“People don’t say no to me.”

“Get used to disappointment.”

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

“I warned you. Come on, babe.”

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where are your—”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m just telling you what I see.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”

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

“Hey, um, do you want to get high?”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, my love, we don’t have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want to touch my pussy, Eddie? Tell me.”, you command when he nods. 

“I wanna—fuck—I want to touch your pussy, sweetheart, please.”

Slowly, you unbutton your jeans and push them down your chunky limbs, tossing them on his floor and throwing one of your legs over his hip that he promptly clings to so he can bring it high up his form allowing you to be as close to him as possible. 

“What about you?”, you tease.

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I mean…”, he stutters out as he fumbles with his belt buckle and sloppily pushes down his own pants to his ankles. “Sorry. I’m a lot smoother than this.”

“Of course you are.”

Lifting one of his eyebrows in amusement, he obnoxiously runs his thick tongue along the entirety of his palm and reaches between your legs to rub his fingers through your folds. 

“God, you’re so wet.”

Biting your bottom lip, you place your hand in front of his mouth and he smirks before licking it. You scoot your body closer to his till your chests are just barely touching and his jaw goes slack when you take hold of his cock, pumping him at a gradual pace. 

“So are you.”, you joke when your run your thumb over his tip and feel the precum that had already begun to stain his sheets. “Fuck, Eddie, your dick is so big.”

“Yeah, baby, it is but you can take it, right?” As he asked his question, the metalhead guided two of his fingers inside of your entrance and his cock twitched at the feeling of your breath as you panted at the feeling against his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, you can take it. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Your rhythm began to hasten and he matched your energy, moaning along with you as you built each other up. 

“Do you want to fuck me, Eddie?”

“Yes, pretty girl, I want to fuck you.”

“How do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?”

“Jesus.”

Your nose grazed his as you smiled and whispered. “Tell me, baby. Will it be hard?”

“So fucking hard. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for weeks.”

“Atta boy. Do you—mmm—do want me to ride your cock or do you want me on my back? How about on my hands and—”

Eddie’s mouth cut you off as they crashed to yours and he pushed you onto your back while slotting himself between your legs. You didn’t hesitate when you wrapped them around his waist and after lining up his tip with your cunt, began guiding himself inside you. 

“Oh my God.”, you whimper, your nails dragging deliciously down his back. 

“Your pussy is just…pulling me in…fuck…”, he grunts, his head falling beside yours. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

“Fuck me, Eddie, like you told me. Fuck me—ah—fuck me hard, baby.”

Pushing up a bit, he allows his forehead to rest on yours as he takes hold of your wrists and presses them above you while honoring your request. 

“Yes, Eddie, please. You feel so good.”

Your eyes roll shut as his cock stretches you open and consistently hits that sensitive spot inside you. A whimper escaped you when you suddenly felt pressure on your clit, realizing then he was trying desperately to feel you cum. 

You moaned his name repeatedly till the ball in your belly dropped and you screamed so loud the metalhead was sure his uncle would get complaints tomorrow morning but he didn’t care. 

“Where…where can I…”

“Inside…inside…”

With your permission along with your pussy milking him as your high slowly descended, Eddie grunted followed by a couple more choppy thrusts before you felt him painting your walls. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

You exhaustedly smile as he collapses on top of you, his lips lazily leaving tender kisses along your jawline.

“I’ll say.”, you tease lightly, shakily lowering your arms to circle around him. 

“Do…do you need…anything? Water? S-Shower?”, he asked in a groggy tone that had you craning your neck to notice his eyes were closed as he began falling asleep. 

“No, Eddie, I’m alright.” His lips continued to move making your smile grow as you caressed some of his messy hair away from his sweaty forehead. “I can’t hear you, babe.”

“I said…don’t…please…don’t…ignore me after tonight…”, the metalhead rushed out as he sighed before fully falling asleep in your arms. 

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Throughout the next couple of days, Steve continued to watch you from afar. 

During your lunch, you came into the cafeteria late and for your remaining period, sat with Eddie and his friends without getting any food. He was curious if you just didn’t have the funds to eat which seemed to not only bother him but the long-haired boy as well when he noticed as soon as you sat down, he appeared to ask you something before handing you a bag of whatever was in his lunchpail. 

During your classes, you always seemed a bit reserved but you engaged during conversations and debates which he found amusing. In your chemistry class, you excitedly mixed chemicals that began to smoke up the room causing you and your partner to laugh while the teacher scurried around opening windows. 

When you interacted with people, you visually appeared closed off but he would listen to you ask questions telling him you were indeed listening. Some of the jocks would pass by and say something snarky and you would reply equally so with little to no hesitation. 

One day, he followed you home in your beat-up car that wasn’t too far from the school as you turned into one of the lower income neighborhoods. 

Your eyes seemed to change when you walked up to your front door and to him you almost seemed sad. Someone he wasn’t able to see greeted you when you entered but he had to convince himself to cut his snooping off here because climbing up to a stranger’s window crossed a line ignoring the fact that he already followed you in his car like some creepy stalker. 

The next day after school, he was able to focus on basketball practice and was thankful for the distraction. What he wasn’t prepared for was you sitting in the bleachers with a smile and a small wave. 

“What are you doing here?”, he asked after running towards you. 

“It’s nice to see you to, Steve Harrington. I hope you’re well.”, you sass, rolling your eyes when all he does is stand there. “I, um, I wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable the other day. I seriously didn’t know you two knew each other and it’s been brought to my attention I’m a bit too inquisitive—”

“You are.”, Steve interrupts and you sigh in jest.

“I’m sorry, alright? You were the first person to really talk to me here and you’re one of the few jock assholes in this town who ISN’T an asshole so…”

“Harrington! Let’s go, kid!”, the coach yells and the boy flashes him an ok symbol with his palm before tossing a smirk your way. 

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for getting defensive and all that.”

“I forgive you.”, you beam, shooing him playfully with your hands as he runs back onto the court. 

While you watch him practice, you can’t help but bite your bottom lip to stifle the grin from widening on your face when you notice him showing off for what you assume is you. 

Everything changed however when the gym door opened and a man in an expensive looking business suit clacked his equally expensive looking shoes across the court before stopping as his piercing irises take in the boys in front of him. 

Steve’s gaze shifted towards him giving him pause and one of the other men on the court effortlessly swiped the ball from his hand to make the basket causing the well-dressed man to shake his head and chuckle. 

“Hey, dad, what, uh, what are you doing here? Everything ok?”, the pretty boy asked after jogging towards him. 

“Yes, of course. Jesus.”, he continues a bit callously. “I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d come watch my son practice.”

“Um, okay, but I don’t think you’re allowed—”

“Nonsense! Is it alright if I watch for a bit, coach?”

“Sure, Bill, no problem.”

“Ah, that’s Mr. Harrington, actually.”

As his father laughs, Steve cringes as he glances towards you in embarrassment, his face turning a darker shade when he sees you looking them both over with those inquisitive eyes. 

Taking his place back on the court, everything changes as he makes mistake after mistake, cursing under his breath with each failed shot or swiped ball. His final straw was when he tried to block another player and was pushed so hard he fell backwards. 

“Wow are you alright?”, you ask, extending your hand that he doesn’t take, clutching his elbow instead. “Steve? Are you ok?”

“Well, son, I must say, I’ve seen you play better.”, Mr. Harrington sighs, not even glancing his way as his eyes focus on his pager. “Alright, I have to head back to the office but—”

“Are you seriously not going to ask how he is?”, you interrupt. “He just got knocked over and hit the ground pretty hard.”

His dad freezes before turning to run his eyes down your frame, snickering at the blue jeans with drawings on the thigh and your Hellfire shirt Eddie had given you that you had cut into making it your own. The symbol was left untouched but you snipped the sleeves turning it into a tank top allowing your flabby arms their time in the sun while showing off your “Do or do not there is no try” tattoo.

“I’m sorry and you are?”

“A decent human being.”, you snap back, placing your hands on your hips. “And you are?”

The players around you gasp as they whisper to each other and Steve hastily rises to his feet, raising a hand to assure you he’s fine when you try to help. 

“This is Bill Harrington…my father…”

“Interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone introduce their parents that way.”

“Steven, who is this girl—”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N and I can speak for myself unlike you.”

“Miss Y/L/N—”

“No, no, coach, it’s alright.”, his father assures, raising his hand towards the man just as Steve had. “I’ve heard of your family, Miss Y/L/N. Well, you and your father. This town is small enough you hear all the gossip especially when someone new moves in the slums of Hawkins.”

“If that’s the slums, I’d hate to see the over exaggerated, God-y side of town you live on.”

“I live in comfort with my wife and son. I don’t have to work at the factory for 12hrs a day to not even make ends meet.”

“Not really something I’d brag about, Mr. Harrington; the fact that other people struggle while you live above them in your undeserved, selfish luxury.”

He laughs again as he takes steps towards you and you feel Steve’s fingers twitch beside.

“Dad…”

“Shut up, Steven.”, he growls before pointing his finger in your face. “I know girls like you, Miss Y/L/N. You grow up with that sarcastic attitude that screams confidence but the truth is, little girl, you’re just as scared as the rest of them if not more so. You’ll graduate and tell yourself you’ll achieve something great but you won’t. You’ll be stuck here with a husband who hates you and kids that won’t stop screaming, working a job you hate till you’re old and gray.”

Steve feels the anger vibrate through you as everything in his body tells him to back away. He half expected you to ignite and come back with a snarky quip that would leave his father emotionally wounded for weeks to come. 

Suffice it to say, he definitely wasn’t prepared when your palm grabbed the jock’s sweaty collar and brought his lips to yours. Again, he heard the gasps of the people around him and felt the wind of his father backing away but all of that was overshadowed by the delicious taste of your mouth on his. 

Just as he lifted his palm to cup your cheek, you pushed him back and smiled towards his dad. 

“At least I’ll be stuck here with your family growing old and gray in luxury.”

***

Practice ended after your display and Steve didn’t acknowledge his dad’s angry shouts after him as he ran to follow you as you hastily exited out the back door. 

As an apology, he bought you a burger that you two shared on the other side of lover’s lake sitting on the trunk of his BMW. 

“Are you sure it’s ok that I sit up here? Wouldn’t want daddy to yell at you if he finds a dent because of my fat ass.”

“You don’t have a fat ass and yes, it’s fine.”, he sighs with a smile, sliding onto his feet and reaching down to grab some grass so his hands had something to fiddle with. “I’m really sorry for him. He had no right to belittle you like that.”

“It’s ok. I’m kind of used to it with my smart mouth.”, you chuckle, grumbling the wrapper that had once housed your food. “When Eddie mentioned your father was an asshole, I didn’t expect that though.”

“He talked to you about me?”

Your eyebrows quirked upward with a smirk. 

“I said he mentioned your dad.”

“What, uh, what did he say?”

“That your dad was an asshole.”, you laugh and he does the same. “He said you two had spent time together at a party and you didn’t want to be there cause of your dad. Something he said…”

“Hm. Is that all he told you?”, Steve asked with a bitterness you picked up on. 

“He just said ya’ll spent the evening together and then you hurt him. I put two and two together.”

“I didn’t--!”, he cut himself off as he fumed and faced away from you. “…hurt him. He’s the one…” When he turned back to look at you, he saw a softness that reminded him of that night and that terrified him. “It doesn’t matter.”

The BMW thunks loudly back into place as your body slides down and your hands grasp his, pulling him towards the water. 

“Come on.”

“Come on, what? Go swimming? We don’t have any—”

“Yes swimming and I refuse to believe King Steve has never skinny dipped before.” You see the apprehension in his eyes and grin tenderly as you take a couple of steps closer to him, still clinging to his palms. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or tell me anything you don’t want to. I’d be happy to place a new dent on the hood and we can talk about…I don’t know…basketball.”

He chuckles at your joke, nodding his head towards the lake as he releases you to take off his shirt, doing his best to keep his eyes focused ahead as you do the same thing. He takes a note that you keep your matching bra and panties on as you squeal in delight before jumping in so he keeps his underwear on as well before following after. 

“Fuck this water is cold!”

“Yeah, that’s normal.”

You playfully push his shoulder as you both laugh while you swim a little further out but when he hears you hiss, he quickly swims to your side. 

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just stepped on a rock, I think. Ow.”

“Well, um, here. I know this lake pretty well…” Your eyes narrow as he takes your arms and legs to circle around him before he realizes what he just insinuated. “No! I meant…shit…the swim team and I practice out here sometimes and—”

“Steve! It’s ok. I’m not judging you.” 

Nodding, you feel his eyes studying your face as you look around the area and up towards the stars that had begun to paint the night sky.

“That night at the party three years ago? My dad had given me a lecture about being a man.” At the sound of his voice, you focused on him once more as his irises seemed to be focusing on the memory within a void. “His examples were basically everything I’m not and I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my mom dropped me off. I tried but… I wanted to be alone so I hid but then Eddie came in.”

Steve hadn’t moved since he took you in his arms and the two of you waded in the water as he continued. 

“It all just fell out of my mouth like I couldn’t hold it in anymore and he listened to every word without interrupting or critiquing me.”

“While he played with your hair?”

His eyes finally met yours and when he didn’t see any mocking, he nodded his head. 

“I felt so safe and comfortable and when I was done venting I felt so much better. I wanted him to feel good to… I don’t know why…I had never done anything like that before.”

“What did you do?”

Steve whispered it so low that you knew the only reason you heard it was because you were currently clinging to him with your ear near his lips. 

“I sucked his cock.”

As he closed his eyes, you cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his forehead. 

“I loved everything about it, honey. The way he held my hand and my hair, the moans he made when my throat gagged around him, and—fuck—the way Eddie whimpered my name.”

Your fingers twirled into the hair near the base of his neck as your lips trailed down his nose and hovered just above his mouth. 

“What happened after? Why are you both so angry?”

Steve shakes his head as he abruptly cups your cheek to roughly kiss your lips, groaning at the taste of you once more with his tongue passionately searching for yours. 

You smiled as his grip tightened to an almost bruising degree. 

“Do you wanna fuck me, Steve Harrington?”

He doesn’t verbally respond but you feel his free hand that’s clinging to your waist reach between you to move your panties to the side. 

“Answer me, Stevie.”

“Yes, I want to fuck you. Please, baby.”, he begs, his hold on you returning when he feels you reach down to effortlessly glide your palm into his boxers and free his cock eliciting a soft moan. 

“Of course, the king has a big dick.”, you tease making him bite his lip to try and conceal his pride filled grin. Your gaze shifts to the void but you feel him watching you as you guide his length into entrance. “Oh, wow.”

“Fuck.”

Licking your lips, you utilize his shoulders and neck for leverage as you roll your hips, allowing your pussy to take him in inch by inch. 

“Jesus…you and Eddie are going to ruin me…”

At your whispered words, his fingers on your waist twitched.

“You fucked Eddie?” You nod. “What did it feel like?”

Your eyes open as you assess his features but when he hugs you tighter to him allowing his cock to fully rest inside you, you realize then that he’s not jealous but genuinely curious. 

“So good, Steve. He—fuck—held my wrists above my head w-while he fucked me so hard.”

Water had gradually begun to swish around you both as you steadily rode him wishing you had more to stabilize you. The jock sees your wish and swims with you still in his grasp towards the bank, climbing out and lightly tapping your ass to signal for you to let him go. 

With his hand in yours, he brings you to the hood of the BMW, spinning you around, and lightly pushing your front half against the cool metal.

“Oh f-fuck.”, you mewled as he slides effortlessly back into your core and thrust his hips allowing the smacks of skin against skin to fill the quiet area. 

Chest hair tickles your back as he leans over you and his palm firmly grips your throat while his other arm circles around to your tummy.

“Tell me more…please…”

“H-He—”

“Who?”, he asked gruffly making you smile. 

“Eddie’s thick cock stretched m-me open. He was—oh my—making a mess before we even got started…his cum leaking w-while I stroked him with my hand...”

At your last couple of words, Steve watched as you dragged your tongue along the pads of your fingers before reaching between your legs to match his pace as you rubbed your clit. 

“Cum inside me, Steve, just like he did.”

The man grunted at your request, pushing up to his full height as he pounded his length so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. Your cunt clenched tightly around him and his mouth fell open at the feeling as you came panting his name. 

Fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled you upright to kiss your lips as he chased his own high. It didn’t take long, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and chest to hold you to him as his rhythm faltered releasing his seed inside you. 

“Fuck.”, he exhaled as his forehead rested on your shoulder.

“Don’t die on me, Harrington.”, you joked, smirking when he huskily laughed. 

Neither of you moved while he continued to cling to you as if you’d disappear the moment he let you go. 

“Steve?”

“Hm.”

“I’m cold.”

“Shit! Fuck, honey, I’m…” After carefully pulling out, you watched him scurry to his trunk, digging through it, and slamming it shut before running back around to wrap a towel around your shoulders. “I’m sorry. Let me grab…grab your clothes…”

You gently smile as your eyes follow him as his confidence vanishes and he fumbles over grass to hunt for both sets of outfits the two of you had discarded so recklessly. He seemed different like this…less uptight…less like a boy playing pretend and more of who you imagined he genuinely was. 

“Here, um, let me…” You allow him to dress you which seems to make him happier as his own smirk grows, his palms occasionally caressing your skin before leaving a kiss. 

When he finishes, you see a glimmer of a question start to form as his lips part before they immediately shut and form into a thin line. 

You don’t know what it is but Steve does and to be honest no matter what your answer is he knows it doesn’t matter because of what happened the last time he asked. 

“So what happens on Monday?”

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To their surprises, not much changed after they were intimate with you beside the fact that you spent a fair amount of time with them, separately of course. 

You watched Eddie play his most recent gig at The Hideout and banged your head while all the other patrons ignored them like usual. You went to his trailer often discussing movies and music you both liked while smoking and relaxing. 

One Saturday, you showed up at an away game and cheered Steve on as he ran up and down the court leading Hawkins High in victory. He took you to the “cute little theater” as you called it to watch the new Indiana Jones movie where you clung to his arm to cover your eyes as some guy’s heart got ripped out of their chest. 

Over the next month, you took the time to get to know them better but both men felt like you were keeping them at a distance when it came to personal things involving you. When you were in their bed your pillow talk was minimal to say the least and the only time they got a glimpse into your life was when you casually dropped things into conversation, breezing past it as if it meant nothing. 

“I love this record. Roberta Flack’s voice is gorgeous.”

“Yeah it is. My mom loved soft music like this.”, Eddie beamed as he leaned back on his palms. “What kind of music did your parents introduce you to?”

“Well, my father liked The Police, the band not the conformist bunch of pigs.”, you clarify making the metalhead laugh as he reached for a pack of cigarettes nearby. “My mom always listened to The Rolling Stones which makes senses seeing as how she never seemed to be satisfied.”

The metalhead paused just before lighting the stick between his teeth at the sad drop in your tone right as you smiled and started to sing, “Telling my whole life…with his words…killing me softly…”

“What are you reading?”, Steve asks, having been staring at you with a little smile from his desk where you commanded he finish his homework for history. 

“Don’t get distracted, Harrington.”

“I’m not. I’m just curious.” You flash him the cover as he reads it out loud. ‘Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant.’ Hm, sounds interesting. What’s it about?”

“Uh, it’s about kids who have to learn how to deal with life after their dad abandoned their family.”

Something about the way you say that breaks his heart as his head tilts. 

“Thankfully, you have your dad, right?”

“Yeah…thankfully.” You pause as your eyes shift into the void before glancing towards his sympathy filled irises.  “Hey! Stop getting distracted! Focus, Harrington!”, you giggle, tossing your shoe lightly towards him. 

Neither man had to interact with the other but occasionally their eyes would meet as one of them would nod or turn their head in the opposite direction and you had stopped asking questions about their moment 3 years ago which they each found amusing that you no longer wanted pry. 

You three fell into an odd routine that felt seamless but you were different, they knew that. 

There was only so long monotony could be tolerated in a small town like Hawkins. Something always happened to shake up any routine and with you not being from around there, they imagined it would hit you sooner rather than later. 

After a month and a half of knowing you, it finally did.

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Steve wasn’t immediately concerned when he showed up for class and you weren’t there making a mental note to look for you throughout the day and if he didn’t see you, to call you when he got home. 

It wasn’t until he got to lunch and noticed Eddie’s intense eyes scanning the room that he became concerned. When they found his own, relief painted the metalhead’s face but quickly disappeared when he realized you weren’t with him. 

After murmuring something to the table, he threw on his leather jacket and hastily flew out the side door, smoke leaving his mouth at his sigh in the cold air when he heard shoes crunching against the leaves that had begun to fall from behind him. 

“Fuck off, Harrington.”

“You don’t know where she is either, do you?”, he inquired, buttoning his letterman while he powerwalked to keep up with the other man’s long stride. “Should we be worried?”

“We? No, Steven, WE aren’t anything.”

“Hey!”, Steve scolds, grabbing and pulling at Eddie’s arm to make him stop. “Look, I know we aren’t fucking friends and you fucking hate me but I care about her to, ok? Let’s just find her, make sure she’s alright, and then we can go back to ignoring each other.”

“Yeah, whatever.”, the other boy grumbles, silently allow him to follow to the table to find it empty. “Shit.”

“I mean…it’s just one day right? We can call her and—”

“Do you know where she lives?”, Eddie asked a bit abruptly causing the jock to blink in surprise. 

“Um, yeah. I, um, passed by her house once—”

“You followed her home.”, he declared as he began to march back towards his van. 

“Um…”

“You think I didn’t notice you follow me home at the start of sophomore year? I live out in the middle of nowhere surrounded by people who drive their houses. A BMW stands out.”

Steve blushes in embarrassment, completely ignoring the fact that he was currently climbing into the passenger seat of Eddie Munson’s van. 

“Don’t worry. The windows are tinted so Tommy and Carol won’t see you with the freak.”

Ignoring his comment, the man folds his arms as the long-haired boy begins to drive with Steve giving him directions. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? About me following you?”

“When would I have done that? When you were ignoring me with your asshole friends or when I was consoling MY friend after Hagan punched him in the stomach with you laughing right next him?”, Eddie spat, shaking his head. “It didn’t fucking matter. What I didn’t understand was why you even bothered.”

“I…I wanted to…whatever. You’re right it doesn’t matter.”

The metalhead’s eyes leave the road to glance towards the pretty boy who exhaled as he glared out the window. 

***

“Hey, may I help you?”, your father asked sweetly as he opened the door to their knock dressed in a manner that reminded Eddie of his uncle. 

“We, uh, we were wondering if Y/N was here?”

“Um, she is but she’s not really…she’s been in her room all day and…she doesn’t really seem to want any company.”

“We’re her friends, sir. I’m Steve Harrington and this is Eddie Munson—”

“Munson? Wayne’s nephew?” His entire demeanor brightens when the boy nods. “I’ve heard so much about you. Come in, come in.”, he ushers with his hand. “I’m actually about to see him. I’m…pulling some overtime tonight so… I’m sorry, son, but I don’t think I’ve meet your parents.”, he sighs after shaking his hand and turning to do the same with Steve.

“Oh no worries, sir. My father isn’t the friendly type. My mom comes and goes. They work for the Harrington Company that owns a few of the business within Indiana.”

“What are you two doing here?”

All three men turn towards the hallway at the sound of your voice and the smell hits Eddie immediately as the odor of cigarettes and weed linger on your shirt that seemed two sizes too big even on your chunky frame. 

If your father noticed, he didn’t make any indication as he beamed widely.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling? Your friends are here to see you.”

“They aren’t my friends.”, you hiss with a monotone that has them tilting their heads. 

“What’s with the attitude, Y/N?”

“I’m tired, dad.”, you growl as he presses his fingers into his eyes. 

“Look, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to work. There’s food in the fridge and I should be home around 6am.”

“Fine. Take them with you.”

“No.”, he scolds as he pushes his hat onto his head. “You want to be rude to your guests that’s fine but I won’t. Have a good night.”

With that, he flashes them a grim smile before stomping out his front door. 

Silence fills the living room, your annoyance at their presence filling the tension to an almost suffocating degree. 

Eddie knows this game…He’s played it with his uncle a few times especially after he first moved in. 

Whoever speaks first loses. 

You hadn’t moved from your spot since you came into the room but when the metalhead took a step forward, Steve noticed your body flinch. It was subtle as if you don’t want to let on that it had happened. You didn’t appear frightened but more so prepared like someone who was at the starting point of a marathon. 

Your eyes followed him as he fully entered your living room that was currently being illuminated by the hanging light in the kitchen both men passed. Your house wasn’t big so it was perfect to show off the modest set up of the bulky television in front of an even bulkier couch. 

Pictures lined the wall that had Eddie smirking assuming the girl within was a smaller version of you. Steve detoured towards your kitchen noticing that the cupboards were relatively empty except for a few things here and there. Within the fridge was the food your father had mentioned along with a few cans of Coke, bottles of water, and a couple of packs of beer. 

Rolling your eyes, you turn to head back down the hallway and they exchange a glance before following. 

Throwing yourself on the bed, you collect the pipe near the edge and light the bowl, taking a deep inhale and blow smoke in their direction. 

“I’m surprised you two are here together with how much you hate each other.”

“Yeah well, you’re ours and we were worried since you didn’t show up for school.”

A snarky laugh leaves your lips as you theatrically throw your head back. 

“Oh wow. I was gone for one day and you both came-a-runnin’ with the person you hate. That’s so fucking funny.” 

“It really is. It’s so fucking funny especially since  apparently we aren’t friends.”, Eddie replies casually, taking off his jacket and tossing it aside. 

“Don’t take that off, you won’t be here long.”

“Jesus.”, Steve sighs as he chuckles and leans back against your dresser. “So much venom in her words today.”

“Fuck off, Steven. Jesus.”, you mime, rolling your eyes. “You small town boys fuck one city girl and you think she belongs to you.”

“Are you a city girl, Y/N? We wouldn’t know. You don’t talk about yourself.”

“Like you fucking care.”, you spit. “You’re going to leave anyway.”

At your mumbled words, Eddie stalks towards you and yanks the pipe from your hand. You don’t argue, allowing your palms to fall into your lap. 

“Why do you think that? What happened, Y/N? Did he say something to make you think we would?”

“Oh, fuck you, Munson. How do I know you didn’t?!”

“Because you’ve done it before!! Let’s not pretend you’re the good guy here! You’re a popular douchebag who bullies my friends and fucks anything with legs!”

Steve pushes off your dresser and stalks his way, placing himself chest to chest with the other boy. 

“Don’t act like you fucking know me, Eddie. You have no idea what I’ve been through these past three years. You think…” The jock cuts himself short as he shifts his gaze your way and realized your sad eyes were watching everything unfold. He recognized something within them, pain. The unraveling of a relationship that seemed so perfect but ultimately failed. “You heard from your mom didn’t you?”, he whispers.

The long-haired boy hears you sniffle as you wipe your eyes and defiantly raise your chin. 

“No. I never hear from her…My dad and I weren’t worth her time…That’s why she ran off with some twenty something preppy fucker without so much as a fucking goodbye. That’s why my dad became so depressed he lost his job because he couldn’t get out of bed. That’s why I’m stuck here in this stupid fucking town with stupid fucking men who can’t admit that they fucking care about each other.”

You rose to your feet and grabbed a crumpled piece of paper from your desk, smacking it into Eddie’s chest. 

“That’s why she sends letters to only my father saying she doesn’t have enough money to send him for me but she can go to the fucking Bahamas with her boyfriend.” Shaking your head, you climb back onto the mattress and cross your legs. “Relationships are stupid. That’s why it’s just best to be alone. You two know that better than anyone.”

Steve’s eyes flutter closed as he places his hands on his hips. 

“I wrote you a letter.” No one in the room moves or breathes… “You, Edward Munson, I wrote you a letter. That Monday morning, I slipped it into your locker and waited for you to show up. When you didn’t I went looking for you and found you with your friends…fucking laughing…I assumed at me…like ‘Can you believe Steve Harrington actually sucked me off and thought it meant anything.’”

When the jock found the courage to open them again they met the other boy’s wide confused eyes. 

“Steve, I didn’t get a letter.”

“Don’t fucking—”

“I’m not lying.”, Eddie cut him off aggressively as if the implication hurt him. “I rarely went to my locker but when I did for lunch to grab my D&D campaign my locker was empty. Fucking Principal said we had to clean them out before…shit…”, he sighed, rubbing his palms over his face at a sudden realization. “It was that mandatory six week clean out especially for certain kids like me who kept bullshit in the locker. Higgins always insisted the school had to look “presentable” and hated that papers would stick out at the bottom.”

“Fuck me. It didn’t even occur to me…I never used my locker so I was never on that list…”

Your irises bounced between them as they avoid each other���s.

“What did it say? The letter?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“No, it does. I hadn’t heard from you all day so on Tuesday I went looking for you and I heard you making fun of me with Tommy outside on the patio. I thought that’s why… that you decided to stick with your image…”

“No, Eddie, God, no. I…fuck…I was so upset with you and hurt. I had no one to talk to…”

“So, talk to me. Tell me what it said.”

Steve let out a breath as he shook his head, glancing your way to see that you were paying attention appearing almost…hopeful. 

“It was so long ago. I think it was something like…’Eddie, thank you for being there for me when I needed someone. Most of my life I’ve felt like I don’t really belong anywhere and I’m never enough but you showed me that isn’t true. I don’t have to be a ‘king’ or popular. I don’t have to be some asshole like my dad. I can just be Steve. 

A freak.’”

Both men laugh before his eyes fully lock with the metalhead across from him and he moves his body till his nose is inches from his own. 

“I don’t care what anyone thinks and I want to see where this relationship can take us. Hopefully far away from Hawkins where we can be happy. If you feel the same meet me in the bathroom by the gym during lunch so we can talk and I can kiss your lips. 

Steve.”

Eddie’s palms cupped his cheeks as he surged towards him crashing his mouth to his own. One of the jock’s hands clung to his face just below his ear while his other arm wrapped around his waist. 

For three years, they both thought of this moment. They craved it desperately under the anger and pain leaving the other to dream about their encounter at night. 

To Steve, Eddie still tasted the same but his kisses were bolder, driven now by experience. 

To Eddie, Steve’s tongue was better than he remembered and he lightly moaned at the feeling of being pressed against him as their cocks grazed through their jeans. 

When they finally pulled away, they didn’t go far as the pretty boy chased the metalhead’s lips before choosing to rest his forehead on Eddie’s as they tried to catch their breath. 

“I missed you…so much…That’s why I drove to the trailer park, baby. I just wanted…to see you.”

The long-haired boy exhales as he absorbs his words, words he had always desperately wanted to hear and thought he never would. 

The sound of squeaking fills their ears and the turn in time to see you curling up into a ball on your side facing your wall on the bed. 

You were so happy for them but your internal dialogue was whispering about how they wouldn’t have to be alone. They could ignore you now and focus on each other. You waited for the inevitable sounds of them walking out of your room hand in hand as you cried yourself to sleep. 

Your frame didn’t stir when you felt your comforter being pulled up over your hip and the sound of your bedroom lights being turned off. Something sounding like plastic hitting plastic had you trying to identify the noise until a soft voice followed by acoustic playing made you realize it was cassettes being moved around. 

You heard more movement, like a jacket being removed and shoes hitting the floor before your mattress dipped on both sides and you were suddenly encased in warmth. 

Eddie’s soft eyes met yours as his arm slid under your pillow below your head and he slung the other across your waist above Steve’s whose palm rested on your upper belly pulling you back towards his chest while his steady breath warmed your shoulder.

You blinked away the tears and placed your own arm on the metalhead’s hip, pushing against his lower back to urge him closer to you which he acknowledged by scooting towards you till the tip of his nose grazed yours. 

Your hand caressed the skin under his shirt as your fingers intertwined with the ones on your stomach as your eyes began to close and sleep took over. 

***

Eddie’s eyes groggily opened as the rumble of low thunder subtly shook the wall of your room. 

Now that everything was calm, he was able to take in his surroundings all be it through the minimal light illuminating from Christmas tree lights you had hung along the ceiling. 

You had so many posters of different bands and movies including one of his many Corroded Coffin banners hovering just above your desk in the corner. Along your dresser were hair products and some jewelry with a few books from school. 

Clothes lined the floor including theirs near your window next to the stereo that continued to softly play. Your sheets of course smelled like you and he couldn’t help but inhale your pillow before stretching a bit to notice a few polaroids hanging against the wall above his head. 

Pressing up onto his elbow, he took in each photo with a little smirk. One had to be one of your friends from where you moved from. You had a hug grin stretched across your face as she hugged you from behind with an equally large smile. The one beside it was your dad holding your palms when you were a child as you stood on his toes with your tiny feet. 

The next few were ones he didn’t anticipate. 

In the middle was a photo, you had taken while lying in Eddie’s bedroom at home while you both were smoking. He had been lazily strumming the guitar when you blinded him with the flash laughing so hard afterward at his reaction.

The next was you and Steve after one of his games he assumed since the boy was covered in sweat wearing his jersey. You were sitting on his lap with the camera high in the air as you barred your teeth in a growl and he stuck out his tongue behind you. 

The last photo was another image he assumed was you as a baby with a woman holding you in her arms. She was looking down at you with a wide smile that pierced the metalhead’s heart. 

“That was the last time I feel like she was happy.”, you whisper and Eddie shuffles back down to lay in front of you. “My parents fought a lot. It’s my first memory of them together…but it wasn’t always like that…some days there was a stillness…I miss that…”

The thunder that had gradually gotten louder boomed overhead causing Steve to sigh in his sleep as he instinctively pulled you tighter to him. 

“I’m sorry I was so mean. I’m not perfect, I know that and relationships scare the hell out of me but—” Eddie’s calloused palm covered your mouth to silence you, letting it linger before moving it to caress your cheek. 

Just as the rain began to tap against your window, he craned his head to give you a gentle kiss that lingered as he pulled away. 

“The first time Steve and I were together, he told me about how much he enjoyed sucking your cock; the way you tasted, your whimpers, the way you grabbed him. Maybe you should return the favor.”

Eddie blinked as his eyes flicked behind you and hovered, telling you silently that the other boy was awake and listening especially when his lips tenderly began kissing the skin along your shoulder. 

As his massive palm slid under your shirt to grab your breast, your lips connected with his while you listened to what sounded like the metalhead removing his. Rolling to face Steve, he helped pull your garment over your head before locking his mouth around your nipple eliciting a low mewl to fall while your gaze shifted to observe Eddie unbuckling the jock’s belt and pulling down his jeans with his boxers. Keeping his hand on your back, Steve moaned when he felt the other boy spit on his tip and stroke it along his hard shaft. 

The long-haired man allowed his tongue to flick along his slit and the pretty boy’s eyes rolled at the feeling as he turned his head to do the same with your nipple. Your fingers tangled in his hair as the vibration of his groans rippled through you and your hips rolled seeking friction. 

“Fuck, baby, that it.”, Steve strained as his palm settled on the back of Eddie’s head as he began to fully take him. 

“How does it feel?”, you whisper, his jaw going slack as his tip hit the back of his throat. 

“S-So fucking good. Shit. C-Come here, honey.”, he commanded, guiding you to straddle his face and his fingers move your panties aside to allow the organ between his teeth entry. 

“Steve.”, you whined, his tongue maneuvering like a mad man as it stroked up and down through you folds. 

“Aw fuck!”

At his exclamation, you turned to see Eddie still bobbing his head but you vaguely noticed his arm moving making you grin. 

“I told you his fingers feel good, Stevie. S-Stretch you out so good.”

The man underneath you lost his mind as his hands clung to your hips to a bruising degree and he pushed his face further into you making your eyes close as you grabbed hold of his hair. Grinding your waist, you covered your mouth as he sucked and slurped at your clit, smothering your scream as the ball in your belly dropped. 

Lazily lifting your leg, you collapsed on your side next to him as he continued to make little whimpers at the pleasurable feeling.

Eddie came off him with a sweet pop but continued to stroke him as he tilted towards you to kiss your lips. 

“I’m not ready.”, he murmurs giving you two pause. “I can’t…I’ve never…I’m not ready.”

The metalhead knew what he meant; Steve had his cock in a few ladies throughout his time as the King of Hawkins High but he had never experienced someone inside him nor had he tried it with another man before either. 

“I’m sorry…”

“No, hey, no reason to be sorry.”, Eddie coos as he caresses his cheek hoping to calm his worry. “Do you want me to stop? We can focus on our beautiful girl.”, he praises, beaming your way. 

“I don’t want you stop. Not yet.”

Steve watches with glassy eyes as you lean over to whisper something in the other boy’s ear eliciting a nod before positioning himself on top of him. 

“If you decide you do just tell me ok, sweetheart?”

The boy nods and Eddie grins as he pushes down his pants with his boxers that you help push to the floor. The jocks mouth waters as he takes in the metalhead’s physique, his dick twitching at every tattoo and defined muscle his honey irises passed over. 

His gorgeous, ring laced hand reached for Steve’s cock, holding it against his own loosely as he tested the waters by rolling his hips.

“Jesus.” The friction was more than delicious and he desperately needed him to do it again. “More.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

The pretty boy licked his lips as he nodded and lifted his arm to wrap around you so he could pull you to his side and kiss your lips. Hearing Eddie’s soft grunts of pleasure, you pushed up onto your elbow to give him a passionate kiss that had him pressing his waist harder against Steve’s. 

“Shit.”, the metalhead breathed, releasing his grip to kiss up the other boy’s chest before his head fell beside his. “I got you, Steve.”

Both men panted heavily as Eddie found a steady pace, your nails running gently down his back giving him more motivation while Steve’s fingers petted and occasionally pulled your hair. 

“F-Faster, Eddie, baby, please.”

The long-haired boy pushed up onto his palms to honor the request and the jock took the opportunity to move some of it behind his ear while cupping his face. Steve spent years thinking about this moment. Eddie on top of him with his face scrunched in pleasure, his beautiful lips open as a grunt filled breath escaped him. 

What he didn’t realize was Eddie had dreamt of this to but more so with Steve riding him as his head fell back and he moaned with every bounce. 

Since they met you, you effortlessly slid into the equation like the final puzzle piece of the perfect landscape. Every time your palms or mouth caressed their skin, they felt almost feral and were struggling to keep it together. 

“I’m gonna…”

Eddie nodded as his lips reconnected to his and he reached back down to pump their dicks with his hand. Steve whimpered as he pushed your face into his neck, clinging to you like a child does a teddy bear as his body trembled and his seed shot out, hitting his stomach. At the sight, the other boy followed mewling loudly as his rhythm faltered and his release painted the man’s stomach beneath him. 

“Goddamn it. Fuck, Steve… you did so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”, he murmured gently, eyes glancing around till he found a rag to clean the mess they had made. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah…yeah…need—need a minute, please.”

Eddie smiled as he placed his lips on the man’s forehead and you watched as his eyes closed at the tender action. 

“I like hearing you use manners like that.”, he teased causing Steve to lightly chuckle. Chocolate irises flicked to you as his palm reached out to smooth your hair. “How are you feeling?”

You lopsidedly grin as you scoot out of Steve hold and roll on your tummy, pushing up on your knees with your ass in the air. A wicked grin spread on his features as he maneuvered off the other man to position himself behind you and playfully spanking your behind. 

“You can take a minute if you need to.”

“Thank you for the approval, babe.”, he sasses even as he hisses while lining himself up with your entrance. “Fuck, I’ve never been this sensitive before.”

“Maybe we should do it at the same time…”, Steve suggested making you and Eddie giggle as the metalhead leaned over you, pressing his chest to your back. 

“Have you done that before? Do you feel comfortable?”

“It’s been a few months but yeah I’m comfortable. I have some lube in the…” When you gesture towards your drawer, the jock rolls over to dig through it, promptly finding what he needs while the other boy flops to his side, bringing you with him. 

After taking the bottle, you can’t help but laugh again when you hear the obnoxious squirt causing Steve to erupt in his own fit of giggles as he turns to face you. Gentle amber irises scan your features, his palm reaching out to touch your skin when your eyes flutter at the feeling of Eddie’s fingers between your cheeks.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight. I’ll go slow ok? I’m going to have to anyway or else I may fucking bust before we get going.”

As he places a steading hand on your hip, you tilt towards Steve to kiss his lips, your moans turning into subtle whimpers as you curse under your breath. 

“Everything’s ok, honey. You’re doing so good.”

Glancing behind you, you listen to Eddie’s soft mumbles of restraint as he keeps slowly thrusting his cock into you. His arm hooks under your knee, lifting your leg into the air and Steve utilizes the opportunity, licking the pads of his fingers to bring them to your clit. 

“Oh Goooood…”

“I know, baby, I know.”, he coos waiting for the metalhead to give him a signal that he’s ready which he does when their eyes meet. “Ok, are you ready for me?”

“I’ve never had two people at once.”

“Do you want to stop?”, he whispers.

“No. J-Just go slow.” 

This was completely new for them, seeing you so vulnerable. When it came to fight or flight, the latter wasn’t an option. Even when you were enjoying yourself out in the world, you had this strength that they admired. 

Since you had curled up into your bed, your vulnerability leaked through and they wanted to show you that they were there and that they cared. 

You were safe with them. 

“Of course. We got you, Y/N. We’re here for you, pretty girl.”

You nodded as Steve lined himself up with your entrance and gradually pressed into your cunt. 

A heavy breath fanned your face as he whined at the overwhelming feeling of you clinging to his overly stimulated cock. 

“Goddamn.”

Eddie had continued doing little pumps behind you, allowing you to get used to the feeling of him but as the other began to fill you, your body tensed slightly gripping him like a vice.

“F-Fuck…baby…it’s ok. T-Try—oh my God—try to relax your body.”

“Feel…feel so full…”

“I know, sweet girl. Trust me, I can feel him… we’re so fucking deep…”

While the metalhead spoke, Steve tried his best to use the distraction to his advantage pushing steadily into you till his hips connect to yours. You were sandwiched perfectly between them with Eddie’s breath warming the nape of your neck and Steve’s chest hair slightly tickling your chest. 

A few seconds pass before they both pull back and thrust into you at the same time.

“OHMAGO—!”

The metalhead’s palm firmly covers your shout and muffles the pleasure filled groan that follows. 

“Are you ok?”, he asks a bit rushed, sighing in small relief when you confirm. “You have to be quiet or else your neighbors will tell your dad.”

“I-I don’t care. Fuck…do that again…”

Placing his hand over your mouth once more, they repeat their movements and your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you loudly whimper.

Both boys find a steady rhythm, sweat and humid breaths sticking to you as you do anything you can to pull them closer. 

“Harder, Steve, PLEASE!”

As you press your face into the pillow beneath you, you hear smacking above you but you don’t need to look to know that they were kissing. 

“Give her what she needs, Stevie. Fuck her harder. O-Our girl deserves to feel good.”

“Will—fuck—will you cum with me?”

“You wanna fill her up at the same time?”

Steve nods emphatically but it’s interrupted when your pussy clenches tighter around him at their filthy words. A ringed hand moves your hair away from your face and you feel their eyes on you as Eddie murmurs praises. 

“Atta girl. Come on now. Let go for us and cum. You can do it, baby.” You scream into the pillow as you tumble over the ledge and their pace slows to give you a moment to breathe. “That’s our good girl. Shit, sweetheart, you always look so beautiful when you cum.”

One of your arms lifts to circle around Eddie’s neck behind you as you sloppily kiss him while Steve places open mouth kisses along your neck and chest. Their hips smack loudly into yours as they chase their highs before grunting against your skin as they thrust their releases inside you. 

Both men whisper soft apologies when you wince as they carefully pull out. 

“I know, Y/N. It’s alright.”, the metalhead soothes as he climbs out of your bed and you whine as he grasped your hands to bring you with him. “You have to take a shower.”

“Why do I have to?”

“Because you smell.”, Steve teases as he rounds the corner into your bathroom after you both, flashing you that signature Harrington smirk. 

“Noooo…”, Eddie clarifies, his voice echoing as he sticks his head into your shower and turns it on. “It’s because you had a very long day yesterday and now you just put your body through a lot of exertion. You need a warm shower to just…decompress.”

“A lot of exertion, huh?”

“Mhmm.”, he grins as he circles his arms around your waist and lifts you into the tub. Eddie enters right behind but realizes in that moment that the jock is lingering by the sink. “You to, Steven, get in here.”

“Oh, um, are you su—ok.” 

When he climbs in you feel squished between them once more but in a soft almost protective way. You feel Steve behind you reaching for something but you don’t know what it is until the cool shampoo touches your head and he firmly massages it in with his fingers. Glancing down, you watch as Eddie takes your bar of soap and runs it along your body, his palms trying to be as gentle as possible especially between your legs. 

When they finish cleaning you, you startle the metalhead slightly by switching places allowing him to be in the middle. Steve doesn’t say a word as he tilts his head back and allows the water to fall along his hair as he sighs. 

Taking your soap again, he runs it along the jocks stomach cleaning any remnants of his skin. 

Steve’s hand fell on the side of Eddie’s neck, his thumb caressing his jawline silently begging for him to his eyeline which he grants.

Their lips softly connect, the most tender kiss they’ve exchanged tonight. 

His grip glides slightly upward just under his ear, holding him close as Steve’s eyebrows dip before releasing his hold but is replaced with yours as you hug Eddie from behind and rest your head on his back. 

“So what happens on Monday, Munson?”

“That’s up to you, Harrington. Do you want to hang out with a freak like me?”

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You knew you should’ve never agreed to this. Yeah, you wanted to see Robin, but was visiting her at college worth the predicament you were in now? Rain soaked through your clothes, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you listened to the hot shower run through the motel wall. Only two hours into your journey, riding with the man you despised most, a storm hit and shut down the highway. Then the only motel nearby had just one room left, a single queen bed in the center, taunting you like some cruel joke. 

You had hated Steve Harrington since High School, you held no sympathy for ego inflated assholes who looked down at everyone around them. Somehow though, he had befriended your best friend, which now put you in situations like this. Finally after what felt like centuries, the water cut off and the bathroom door swung open, leaving a dripping wet Steve and a towel wrapped tightly around his waist in your sight. 

“Showers free,” he grumbles and you hate yourself for the way you swallow hard. Since when has Steve Harrington looked like that? Thick chest hair stuck to his skin with water, heavy and prominent as it dwindles down into the happy trail that disappeared beneath his towel. It should be a sin how good he looks.

“No thanks to you,” you remark, doing your best to keep your eyes away as you start for the bathroom. The truth was Steve needed the shower before you. He was the one who had gotten out of the car to ask the guy at the gas station for the nearest motel and then also got out to book the room. He had been shivering for the last hour, you were cold but not as bad as him. 

Steve just shakes his head at you, already digging through his bag for some pajamas, while you disappear inside the bathroom. The shower feels heavenly against your skin, the searing hot water burning into you. It didn’t matter that the whole bathroom had fogged over from the two of you. It had been a long day already, and somewhat scary when neither of you could see through the windshield from how hard it was pouring. It didn’t even matter that you were here with Steve of all people, this was nice. 

Stepping out of the shower you’re quick to wrap the towel around you before wiping away at the foggy mirror. You take your time brushing your hair and teeth, fixing yourself up, just to avoid being trapped alone with him in the room. Blissfully unaware of the pile of clothes you left on the end of the bed. As soon as you realize you begin searching frantically. You curse yourself for it, knowing you wouldn’t have forgotten them had you not been checking him out. Now it was having to accept the fact you were either walking out of here with a shitty motel towel that barely wraps around you or asking Steve Harrington of all people for help. 

“Steve?” you crack open the door, the cold air from the room seeping into the steamy bathroom. You try not to shiver as you wait for his response. 

“Yes?” he calls back and you’re able to picture his smirk just from the tone of his voice. He had definitely spotted your clothes and was more than likely going to tease you about it. 

“Can you please bring me my clothes?” you ask as sweetly as possible, hoping he wouldn’t make some show out of this interaction. You were stark naked, hidden behind the door, and every part of you prayed he wouldn’t see. You may have disliked Steve but to see his disgust when seeing your size would kill you. 

“Man I don’t know, I’m all nice and tucked into bed. Promise I’ll close my eyes,” he calls back and you instantly wince, slumping against the door as you try to calm your anxiety. It didn’t even matter that he was messing with you, that was normal. It was the crippling fear of being different from other girls that killed you. 

“Please Steve, just— please,” you practically whisper, dizzy with nerves, and somehow he hears you. In the small crack of the door appears his hand, fisting the shorts and sleep shirt. 

“Anything else while I’m up?” he asks, a genuine tone to his voice and you hold the clothes to your chest, thankful he was willing to drop it this one time. 

“I’m okay, thank you,” you tell him and just like that his hand disappears and you click the door closed. You appear only a few minutes later, baggy clothes hanging off your form and wet hair flowing down your back. Steve is tucked into bed, still shirtless with the comforter up to his waist, lazily clicking through channels on the motel TV. 

“Anything good?” you ask, trying to make it feel less awkward when you have to crawl in beside him. He grumbles, glancing over at you while you put away your toiletries and hang your wet clothes over the dresser drawer you’ve pulled out to act as a clothing rack. 

“Just some reruns, news about the storm, and Footloose,” he tells you, leaving the channel with Kevin Bacon playing since it seemed better than any other choice. You nod, clicking off the lights and leaving only his bedside lamp and TV illuminating the room. You pad across the carpet, not making eye contact as you lift the sheets and slide in beside him. Careful to stay away as far as you can. 

“Goodnight,” you mumble, adjusting your head against the pillow and making sure you have your back turned to him. 

“Goodnight,” he mutters back, clicking off the lamp beside him, and you try to fall asleep. The sooner you were unconscious the quicker this awkward sleepover would pass. Yet nothing you do works, every part of your body hyper aware of the one it lays next to. The prospect of an accidental touch keeping you stiff as a board. At this rate, you were certain you wouldn’t get any sleep. Even if the TV was still playing. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you earlier,” his voice makes you jump, not expecting him to say another word, at least until the morning when he claimed you snored or stole all the covers. 

“It’s fine Steve, not a big deal,” you whisper back, determined to try and pretend to sleep again. You hated that the dark made it seem like the wall between you was drawn away, baring you to the other in a more intimate and softer way. 

“Can I ask why? I was just joking like normal but you panicked. I’ve never heard you like that,” he mumbles and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to avoid the inevitable conversation. You hated the idea of sharing your fears with the boy beside you but this was also a window to how Robin saw him. The guy everybody loved so much and the one you had been dying to meet. 

“I’m a bigger girl Steve, clothes can somewhat hide it but that small towel…. I can handle you hating me but I can’t handle you being disgusted by me,” you admit in a whisper, thankful your back was towards him so you couldn’t see his face. 

Steve’s quiet for a while, mulling over your words, and you mentally curse yourself for saying anything at all. You both had targeted some of the weakest parts of each other before and now you’ve just given him your number one. So far all his teasing and sharp comments had never been directed at your weight, but you’d loaded the gun. Ready to get out of the bed and leave the room entirely, what you don’t expect is a large hand sliding over the dip of your waist, your stomach jumping with the fear of him feeling your size. 

“You’re beautiful. You may annoy me but you don’t disgust me. You never have,” he says, squeezing at the flesh of your waist. Surprisingly tears burn at the back of your eyes and you try to blink them away. 

“You don’t have to lie,” you mumble, voice cracking and giving away your emotion. He definitely knows you're crying now and suddenly he is pressed tightly against your back, large arms wrapping you up in a hug. It’s weird to feel so comforted by a person you normally wouldn’t be but you find yourself accepting the embrace anyway. 

You both lay there for a while, neither of you saying a word. Finally your cries calm and it’s then you accept this is the first time you’ve ever been held by a man like this. It almost makes your heart ache at the idea of never getting this feeling again. So you accept the way his strong arms and broad shoulders mold around you, relish in the feeling just in case you never get it again, and allow your body to relax and push back into his. Almost forgetting who it was of all people until suddenly the body behind you stiffens. 

“Everything okay or did you suddenly remember who you are holding?” you try to joke but Steve doesn't laugh, staying as still as possible. 

“No, it’s just your movement…” he trails off like he isn’t sure how to describe it to you. Deciding to finally face him, you roll just slightly and it’s then you feel it. Something long and hard pressed perfectly against the curve of your ass. Realization dawns on you quickly. 

“Oh,” you deadpan, not sure how to respond. The worst part is that you like it, something sick and twisted in you has you clenching your thighs together at the idea. Discovering you of all people turned him on. You may have hated Steve Harrington but you couldn’t have been presented with a better opportunity. Trapped in a motel, far from home, and only one bed. Really it wouldn’t have mattered which guy was here with you. 

“Sorry,” he winces, feeling awful for being in this position after you just cried. Yet you shock him when you roll over to face him, holding him close. 

“Don’t be, I don't mind,” you blush and unable to stop himself he has his lips pressed to your own. It’s weird at first, the two of you unsure how to proceed as your lips move together. Finally after a while you find a rhythm and discover Steve is a great kisser. 

The same time one of his knees wedges between your legs, his tongue dips into your mouth, drawing out a whine you didn’t know you were capable of. You want to feel embarrassed but all of him feels too good to really dwell. The closer he draws in your body, you worry about how he views your size, yet his hungry kisses will away your doubts in a way you’ve never felt before. It should be sickening how easily you become addicted to him but the way his hand slips under your shirt is enough to reason. Long fingers trailing over your flesh, feeling and exploring any part of you it can find. When he grazes the skin underneath your breast, fingers expanding over to collect a handful, your body naturally causes you to grind down onto the leg wedged between yours. 

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this,” he mumbles against your lips, continuing to squeeze and memorizing the feel of you in his hands. His words only make you wetter and you are inebriated by how turned on you are. The part of your brain that tries to conjure a response only falls short and instead a moan leaves your lips when his fingers pinch at one of your nipples. 

As if a switch is flipped, you relax into him, kissing back and allowing him to roll you on your back as he begins to hover over. When he pulls back, your eyes feel heavy as you look back at him, his mussed wet hair and swollen lips. Toned arms and wide hands gripping the hem of the T-shirt that not so long ago he hand delivered to you. You can see the silent question, the hope, and you nod because no words need to be shared. Even if this is just for this moment, a blip in time, and never discussed again. It was too important to the both of you. 

He lifts the shirt slowly, revealing flesh, and curves, and every part of you that you’ve ever been insecure about before. You adjust where needed, making it easier to remove the clothing, and when the fabric gets pulled over your head you realize you’ll never be able to forget the look of adoration on Steve’s face as he stares at your bare form. Feeling daring and confident, you reach for him and the energy between you becomes charged, electric and buzzing with the need for the other. His body is pressed back to yours in a flash, bare skin pressed tightly as he tastes your mouth and sucks at skin you’d never revealed to him before. 

“Are you okay with this?” he asks when his fingers dip into the hem of your shorts, and you nod quickly, more interested in kissing him again. It’s crazy how normally you’d be panicking over him discovering your plump stomach and thick thighs and instead every touch feels too good, good enough it wasn’t worth stopping. Your hips lift as the fabric slips over the curve of your ass, underwear following suit until you are finally naked in front of Steve of all people. If you went back in time to tell yourself this happened, you wouldn't believe it. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he suddenly says and the words make you flush, not expecting them to leave his mouth so genuinely. You want to reply but no words feel good enough to convey how good he just made you feel. It doesn’t matter though, because his lips are back against yours, dragging down your neck, and sucking softly against your breasts. He keeps lowering, pressing wet kisses against the dough of your stomach until suddenly, his head is directly in front of your heat, arms hooking under each of your legs. He doesn’t move, like at any moment you’d flee. 

“Please Steve,” you whine and he doesn’t need anymore confirmation, his tongue delving into your folds and lapping up until it nudges your clit in a soft circle. It’s a sensation you’ve never experienced before and you have to fight to keep your legs from squeezing his head. He continues to taste you, burying his face deeper and deeper, his nose nudging your bud as his tongue pushes into your entrance. You’re not even sure how he’s breathing and unexpectedly he pushes two fingers inside you, lips sucking harshly on your clit, and your fingers tangle into his hair. 

“God, you taste so good,” he mutters, continuing to finger fuck you before pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen bundle of nerves. It’s erotic, paired with Steve’s red lips and dazed expression has you trembling. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten and you try to fight it. A part of you never wants this to end. 

“Steve,” your voice trembles, a heavy moan following behind and he nods at you, adding another finger and speeding up the process. 

“It’s okay baby, cum for me,” he tells you before adding his mouth back to the sensation. His words shatter something inside you and your orgasm washes over like a wave. Your whole body pulsates as you clench down on his fingers. He grins widely as he continues to pump into you, riding out the orgasm he now holds as an achievement. 

“Oh my,” you say when you return to your body. Your hands cover your eyes and the post orgasm clarity has you flushing with embarrassment over what you’d just done. You can feel Steve crawl back up your form, his smiling lips pressing gentle kisses into your skin, before snuggling into your side. 

“Look at me,” he urges, pulling your hands away and against your better judgment, you do. Your heart practically stops beating when you see how softly he looks at you, how gentle he is despite the fact you hadn’t even gotten him off like he had you. 

“You still think you disgust me?” he asks and you quickly roll your eyes, determined to roll away but he holds you tight. The look of a boy whose dreams had just come true painted across his face.  

“I don’t know, ask me in the morning,” you suggest and he chuckles, snuggling into the bed and trying to memorize the feeling of you against him. The both of you were unsure where to go from here and how it would play out when you left the protection of this motel room. 

“Okay beautiful, let’s get some sleep then,” he agrees, liking that response better than any sort of denial you could have given him. 

“Goodnight Steve,” you mutter and he grins, pressing a soft kiss into your hair and tucking you into his arms, your cheek pressed to the same chest hair you had admired from before. Steve doesn’t ask for more, or push you into finishing him off, instead he holds you like that was exactly what he meant to do. Make you feel your worth. 

“Goodnight.” 

[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)

Eddie x plus size!reader

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

[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

[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

[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. 

[justmeinadaze]

You're Cute When You Scream (Steddie X Plus Size Y/N)

Part 2 of Bite To Break The Skin

A/N: This started one way and then flowed into another. I guess even with angst I can't not have plot lol I have an idea how I want this to go and am enjoying the toxic mixed with the potential for growth.

Warnings: Vampire Steddie & Human Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading, spanking, light choking, tied to bed, overstimulation, toys, biting (vamp style blood draining), aftercare.

ANGST! Jealous Toxic Steddie abound, threaten to make her "regret it" if another boy touches her, Steddie causes a car accident, reader gets hurt but they heal her, boys hurt someone (brief), mentions of some unsavory behavior against the boys in Hawkins Lab, mentions of dehydration (boys do take care of her), I think that's it. Oh! Cliffhanger ending (cause Im me :P).

Word Count: 6341

The next morning felt like you were waking up from a long coma. 

The world seemed brighter and more in tune as you took in your surroundings. Nothing seemed a miss except for the pink rose beside your bed…

And the soreness between your legs. 

You winced the moment your limbs swung to get off your mattress and you quickly waddled to your full-length mirror to take in your slightly bruised skin, fingers trailing along the darkening fingerprints around your wrists to your thighs. Your hips had the most markings and as you continued to stare at yourself…you couldn’t help but smile.

***

“Why are you being weird?”, your friend asked as you continued to ignore her while you two walked around downtown Hawkins. 

“Define weird.”

“I don’t know! It’s just your whole vibe seems different.”

“I don’t know what that means.”, you giggle as you pause when you no longer feel her at your side. “What?”

“What, what? I said I needed to return a movie and grab a new one. You really are in your own world today aren’t you?” As she confidently began to stride towards the front door of Family Video, your eyes widen as you hissed her name and ran after her.  “What?! Jesus Christ, Y/N, why are acting so insane—?”

“Welcome to Family Video. My name is Steve…”, the man interrupted as he leaned his elbow on top of the shelf beside him and smirked your way. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

Looking at him now, you would never be able to tell that this was the same man who was pale and agitated just a week ago. There was color in his face and his hair was styled the way you always remembered it growing up. He seemed stronger as he stood upright instead of hunched over in what appeared to be pain. Even his tone had less of a shake to it. 

Last night he and Eddie seemed to be headed in that direction again before they bit into you, draining your blood. When they entered your room they seemed almost needy but seeing Steve now, he appeared calm which was oddly more intimidating as his honey eyes continued to rake across your body. 

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you grab your friend’s arm and start to walk away. 

“My pleasure.”, he answers in that sultry husk that has you biting your bottom lip.

“Ok, so what movie a-are you looking for, Mandy?”

Your friend takes in your erratic demeaner before her eyes expand and she hits your arm with her fist. 

“Oh my God! You fucked someone didn’t you!” As you try to cover her mouth, she giggles almost uncontrollably. “You have to tell me everything.”

“It was fine ok? Exactly like in the movies.”, you answer sarcastically and she rolls her eyes. 

Unbeknown to her on the opposite side of the aisle, Steve came around with a stack full of VHSs in his hand and began putting them away. 

“Liar! So that’s why you’ve been walking a bit slower.”, she grins as you cover your face when you notice the boy behind her do the same. “Come on. I’m your best friend in the world and you know I won’t tell anyone—”

“Except the entire store apparently.”

“Oh my GOD!”, she grunts in frustration. “Fine. Just tell me this… was it Garrett?”

“No. Who?”, you ask genuinely confused. 

“Garrett. The boy in your math class that you’ve been swooning over for like a year.”

“That YOU say I’ve been swooning over. I’ve barely talked to him—”

“Well, he definitely has a crush on you.”

You heard it first. 

Maybe you were just more attune to it after everything that happened but when Steve growled you immediately stood at attention but your head strong friend turned around to glance around him. 

“Jesus Christ. Did someone let an animal in here?”

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 For your morning classes you were surprised Eddie wasn’t there but what surprised you even more was how disappointed that made you. You dreamt about both of them and were desperate to at least see one of their faces. 

At lunch, you sat on the stage in the cafeteria, absently sketching before a grunt caught your attention and you turned your head just in time to see the metalhead sitting beside you. 

Just like Steve he seemed visually so much healthier but there was this air around him that would tell normal people to tread carefully. Silently, he popped open your water bottle he had flung across the hall that one day you thought he was dehydrated and took a long gulp as he tipped his head back. 

“I thought…you said it made you sick last time.”, you murmured his way as he burped obnoxiously and patted his chest with his palm. 

“The water did, yes. There’s something different in here this time. Would you like a taste?” As he tilted the open bottle towards you, you gagged at the strong metallic smell making him grin devilishly as he closed the lid. “Stole this particular brand from packets in the hospital. Not as fun as my preferred way but it keeps me from falling over or getting jumped again.”

“You…you stole blood from Hawkins General?”

“Would you rather I steal it from you?”, he snapped before sighing and shaking his head. “You still haven’t figured it out yet, have you? We need this bullshit to live and I refuse to go back to that sick…fucking weak…state I was in.”

“I didn’t think you were weak.”

At your mumbled words, his eyes take in your slightly folded in frame as you continue to look anywhere else that isn’t him. 

“That’s because you can’t tell the difference.” That grabs your attention as your irises lock with his beautiful chocolate ones. “I mean even right now you’re weak. Look at you sitting here alone while you draw life instead of living it.”

“Oh? What should I do then, hm? Fucking break into someone else’s house, scare the shit out of them and then fuck them? Will that put me on your level?”

“You say that like any of that is what actually fucking happened. Like you didn’t like being scared and used by us.”

You huff in frustration and the metalhead can’t help but grin cockily at getting a rise out of you. Honestly, seeing any reaction that wasn’t meek was making him want to take you right there on that stage in front of the entire lunchroom. 

“I’m not weak, Eddie. You and Steve have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“You’re right because we don’t care. That’s what men like Garrett Solis are for.”

You blink at the name silently thrown off guard but when it fully registers, your own smile paints your lips. 

“Oh, I see. Are you and Steve…jealous?”

“Jealous, no. Worried about his and your safety, yes.”

“Please! What would put him or me in any kind of fucking danger?”, you reply with defiance as you glare in the opposite direction.  

The humidity of Eddie’s breath warms your ear as he tilts towards you and murmurs softly, “You, Y/N.” A shaky exhale leaves your chest as your gaze shifts to the floor, watching out of the corner of your eye as he places his palm on your thigh. 

“We told you that you and your fucking pussy belong to us. That if you even dreamt of someone else we’d make you both regret it.”

“I-I-I thought you didn’t want to hurt anyone.”, you stutter as his grip tightens.

“Steve doesn’t want to hurt anyone. Or at least he didn’t. When he told me about what your friend said, he seemed much angrier than I’ve seen him before. Me on the other hand…”, he coos as his fingers drift higher up your jeans and his nose vaguely brushes your neck. “I don’t mind tearing anyone in this fucking town a part. They accused me of murder when I was innocent. Now I can give them what they want…Something theyshould be a-fucking-fraid of.”

“I’m not afraid of you.”

You said it with so much confidence, he knew you weren’t lying and that made the former boy he used to be extremely happy. Eddie didn’t show it in his face but you saw it in his eyes as they remained glued to yours. Could that boy be reached or would he soon be forever lost within the creature the metalhead had become? Maybe he could be both but that was a fine line you had yet to navigate with either of them. 

“Touch him in any way, Y/N, and you will be. This is your one warning.”

And with that, he jumped down from the stage and sauntered away. 

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

What Eddie said remained burned in your brain as you sat in the backseat of your best friend’s car while she giggled at the girl in her passenger seat. 

Not the whole threatening part but the being weak and not living life. You tended to only hang out with a couple of people on the weekend but usually spent a lot of time at home allowing your social battery to recharge after dealing with all the bullshit at school. Most of the meatheads were assholes and the bulk of the girls seemed solely focused on themselves. 

You seemed to get along better with teachers but especially your art teacher who constantly praised your work and offered insight into how you could grow as an artist. 

You remembered once seeing Steve Harrington go on dates with numerous women and wondered how he had all the energy. Nancy seemed to balance him out but for whatever reason chose to leave. After that you rarely saw him with anyone expect the younger kids that hung out with Eddie and Robin Buckley but they never seemed intimate in that way. 

The metalhead had gone on a couple of dates but, like you, unless he was with his friends, seemed to spend time alone playing his guitar or reading. 

“Hey, slut! What are you thinking about so hard back there?”, your friend laughs as she glances at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Don’t call me that, Mandy.”

“Oof, someone’s in a mood. I thought sex was supposed to like…relax you?”, another girl playfully teased making your eyes narrow at the driver.

“WHAT? You wouldn’t give me the details and I had to gush with someone about your victory.”

“Losing your virginity isn’t a victory.”

“Maybe if it sucks.”, a girl jokes causing all the girls to cackle. “Then again if you fuck a freak I’d imagine he’d be a little freaky in bed.”

“What are you talking about?”, Mandy asked.

“Oh, you don’t know?”

“Jessie, come on.”, you whine but of course she ignores you. 

“Our girl was seen talking to Eddie the freak murderer Munson on the assembly stage at lunch and he had his ringed fingers all OVER her.”

“Is that true, Y/N?”

“Was I talking to Eddie Munson, yes. Was he ‘all over me’, no.”

“Ok, then why did he have his hand on your thigh while whispering shit in your ear?”

Before you could answer, the car came to a stop and you hastily got out to head towards the house that a party was currently being raged in. Your best friend roughly grabbed your arm forcing you to stay as the other girls giggled and continued towards the front door. 

“Is that true? Were you talking to Eddie Munson?”

“Mandy—”

“Did you fuck him?”

“I…”

“Y/N, he murdered four people—”

“AMANDA!”, you shout causing a couple of people outside to turn their heads. “We were just talking about class, ok? We have a class together. I don’t know what Jessie thinks she fucking saw but all we did was talk.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. You need to stay away from him. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”

***

Grinning wide, you laughed at your friends as Amanda screeched when a boy she had been flirting with all night pushed her into the pool.

“Oh my God, Eric! You’re lucky I didn’t have my phone in my pocket!”

“You’re fine, you whiney baby.”, the boy jokes as he jumps in beside her. 

“May I sit with you?” At the sound of a soft voice, your gaze shifted to a smiling Garrett who was pointing at the empty seat beside the bench you were sitting on. “You can say no, of course.”

“Oh, um, no…I mean yeah…yes, you can have a seat.”, you stutter nervously making him laugh. 

“Thank you.”, he beams. “I’m not much of a swimmer I’m afraid. I wasn’t given the fish gene.”

“Wow…that was super cheesy.”, you tease. 

“It was. It really was.”, Garrett chuckles as he runs his fingers through his hair. “I can’t help it. When I’m talking to beautiful women I just lose all my cool points.”

You couldn’t help the smirk that danced across your lips before turning away to absently drink from your cup. 

“So…if you can’t swim why do you guys have a pool?”, you try to deflect and thankfully he accepts it. 

“Well, my parents and my brother can swim, obviously.”, he chuckles as he points towards the boy that was splashing around with your best friend. 

“And they didn’t teach you?”

“Pfft, my parents are barely ever home and my brother is always busy being himself.”, Garrett teases. “Did your parents teach you?”

“My mom did. My dad’s barely ever home to. He does consulting at Hawkins Lab sometimes—”

“Hey! No way! That’s where my parents work. My dad is a scientist and my mom is a corporate lady.”

Your eyes widen at the coincidence as you nod your head but a loud flapping noise above you startles you as you gasp and drop your cup. 

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?”, the man asks as he glances up towards the sky where you were currently searching. 

“I…um…I should go home.”

“Wait but are you sure? The night it still young and—”

“I understand but, um, no I’m starting to feel nauseas and I should just…”

“Wait, wait, wait. At least let me drive you—”

“Garrett…I…no its ok. I can walk—”

“Please, I insist. After that whole serial killer thing and an earthquake it’s not safe for you to be out on the road at night.”

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

“Are you alright? You seem antsy.”

“I’m ok.”, you murmur as you continue to face the window. “I’m just tired, you know?”

“No I understand.”, Garrett replied a bit sullenly as the car came to a stop near a stop sign. “I hope I didn’t say anything to make you uncomfortable or—”

“No, Garrett, you didn’t. It’s just—”

“It’s just I really like you, Y/N. I’ve had a crush on you since like freshman year and after everything’s happened…seeing you tonight in that outfit…”

“My outfit?”, you giggle. “Honey, it’s a black skirt and t-shirt with Joan Jett on it.”

“I mean, to be fair, you look beautiful in everything.”, he compliments shyly as his palm reaches out to tenderly move some of your hair behind your ear. 

A car behind him honked loudly scaring you both as you jumped and placed your hand over your heart. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going!” He waves the guy off before making his turn. “Jesus, sweetie, and you were going to walk home? May as well be out in the middle of—”

It happens so fast. 

It was as if Garrett’s car hit an invisible wall.

Your seatbelts kept you secure as the vehicle rolled a couple of times before skidding to a stop. 

“Y/N…Y/N… fuck… are—are you alright?”

“I-I-I think so.”, you cried. “Are you?”

“Yeah. Shit, you’re bleeding. Let me see if I can—” You both hear it; slow footsteps crunching the glass underneath them with each step. “Is…is someone there?” White sneakers come into view and you recognize immediately who they belong to; you’ve drawn them multiple times. “H-H-Help her first. I think she—”

“Garrett!”, you hiss giving him pause. “Shut. Up. They aren’t here to help us.”

“They?”, he whispers before the loud creaking of the vehicle has you both screaming as it’s effortlessly flipped back over bringing you both face to face with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. 

“You have to be careful on dark roads in the middle of the night especially after you two have been drinking.”, Eddie says all too casually.

“We haven’t…I haven’t been—”

Steve’s angry eyes flashing his way silence the man beside you while the metalhead’s own irises remain locked with yours. 

“Those red cups at the party were full of water then?” The metalhead clicks his tongue as he tilts his head and begins to slowly stroll around the car. “Yeah, I don’t think so…I mean you’d have to have been drinking to allow him to touch you even after my warning.”

“What…I…what’s going on?”, Garrett asks as his voice shakes. 

You try to remain calm as Eddie continues to stalk closer to your side before finally coming to a stop just outside your window. His eyes are black like a predator in the water and your whole body shutters as they pan gradually down your face.

“Or did you just not believe me?”, he whispers as your breathing stutters. “Hm. I guess we need to be clearer.”

The driver’s side door screeches as its ripped off its handles and the driver himself follows as he’s forced out of his seat. 

“WAIT! PLEASE!”, you scream as you try to open your own door but collapse to the ground. 

Eddie effortlessly lifts you to your feet and drags you in front of the headlights where Steve was waiting. Your eyes fluttered at the pain in your head and you leaned against his chest for balance. 

“She…she needs a hospital…please! YOU CAN’T LET HER—” 

The pretty boy’s palm over his mouth silenced him as both men chuckled sinisterly. Cradling your head in his hands, Eddie tilted you away from him before his thick tongue collected the blood that had fallen down your cheek from your temple as your wound suddenly vanished. You couldn’t help the whimper of pleasure that escaped you as the pain immediately disappeared and you leaned your forehead against his jaw. 

“No, no, no, sweetheart. Hey, Steve and I need you to see this.”, he murmurs softly as he jostles you around till your eyes are facing the wide-eyed boy before you. “We would never let anything happen to her, Garrett, do you know why? She’s ours. Any man can talk to her till her heart is fucking content but this right here?”, Eddie says as his palms slide down your arms, over your breasts, along your plump tummy, and between your legs where his fingers pressed against your underwear. “This beautiful…delicious body…is ours.”

“And we don’t like people touching our things, Garrett.”, Steve growled as his palms gripped either side of the boy’s head.

“Wait! Wait! I can give you anything you want! My parents are rich! The make a lot of money and have a ton of pull not just in Hawkins but all over the globe!” His cries became louder as the former jock’s grip tightened. “I’m serious! Paul and Jackie Solis! They work at the lab on the hill!”

Steve’s eyes widen and you feel Eddie’s posture straighten. 

“Doing what?”, the metalhead asked. 

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. What do your parents DO?!”, he snarled losing his patience. 

“My dad’s a scientist and my mother’s a corporate woman—”

“Have you ever heard them mention Project Sunlight? Has anyone ever come to your house mentioning that or anything about blood? ANSWER!!”, Steve screams causing the boy to jump.

“N-N-No. No…all I’ve ever heard them talk about is s-s-something involving black substances on the roof of some guy’s house…trailer… My m-mom helped relocate everyone in Forest Hills b-before the quake.” 

“You said your dad’s a scientist. What kind?”

“He’s a physicist.”

“Fuck. It’s all the same bullshit.”, Steve huffed. 

“I told you they gave up on us, Harrington. They didn’t care if we died. Hell, they were probably hoping for it.”

“M-M-Maybe Y/N can help. S-S-She said one of her parents consults at the lab—”

“GARRETT!”, you shout but even you know it’s too late. 

Both their heads slowly turn to look your way as their jaws clench. A few seconds pass before they exchange a glance and a wicked smile paints both their lips. 

“Thank you for that information, Garrett. Your services are no longer required.” And with that, Steve snaps the boy’s neck making you gasp. “You. Are your parents home?”

“My dad is a doctor to and I’ve never heard him talk about his work.”

Your answer causes both men to roll their eyes. 

“Punish her first and then look or look and then punish?”, Steve asks.

“Well, as much as I don’t care about getting caught, I want to be able to hear her scream without it drawing all of Hawkins assholes.”

“We can take her to my house. You know my parents aren’t fucking there and there isn’t a neighbor for miles.”

“Sounds like a plan, dude.”

You barely even have time to register their conversation before Eddie lifts you his arms and both men expand their wings to shoot off into the night sky. 

***

Your hands and body continue to shake even when the metalhead’s feet touch the ground. It took you a moment to realize you were at Steve Harrington’s home mostly because you had only ever seen it from the outside. 

When Eddie tossed you onto the man’s bed you took in the rather bland room around you except for some of the papers tacked on the wall near his desk. There were so many scribbled words you could barely make out but what surprised you was your painting that was leaning against the wall. 

Did he genuinely like your work? And why did that ignite a flutter of butterflies in your stomach?

“Since you, little girl, don’t know how to listen…”, the long-haired boy scolds before pushing you back against the bed and grabbing your wrists to bind them to the headboard. “…or since you don’t know what NO TOUCHING means… we’ll have to fucking make you understand.” 

Steve grabbed your ankles and tied each leg to the frame leaving you fully exposed for them to do whatever they wished. 

“He was at least right about one thing. You are beautiful in this outfit.” Your eyes widen in surprise at the fact that they even heard that conversation making the pretty boy chuckle. “I told you, honey, we are the shadows now.”

Abruptly, he rips off your shorts and panties in one go with his large palms eliciting a small whine from you at the action. 

“Alright, baby, don’t…move…”

You gasp as something cold is pressed to your thigh before the sound of duct tape echoes through the room and you feel it being wrapped around your thigh. Something clicks and you suddenly feel a vibration against your clit that has you kicking your legs to no avail. 

As soon as they get up, you realize that they had tapped a vibrating wand to your upper thigh and no matter how much movement you did, nothing would move it away from your bundle of nerves. 

“Alright, sweetheart, we’re going to give you about…what do you say, Steve?... An hour… for her to think about what she’s done.”

Your jaw drops at his words; an hour was so long.

“Wait, no, please. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll bet you are. Now we’ll be back in a bit and feel free to scream as loud as you want. I personally think it’s cute.”, Eddie teases before both men fly out the window.

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

You weren’t sure exactly how much time passed but with every orgasm you did scream so loud you were surprised no one had found you yet. You constantly apologized even though no one was in the room with you but you knew they could somehow hear you. 

You knew.

As another orgasm began to build you vaguely heard the window open as feet pounded loudly onto the floor. A nose pressed to your temple and inhaled deeply as the constant flow of tears continued to streak your cheeks as your legs trembled while you release crashed over you like a wave. 

The vibration stopped as he removed the device and when Eddie spoke it was like hearing an angel.

“Can you smell that?”

“Her arousal? Yeah. And of course, I can still smell that fucking prick clinging to her body.”, Steve growled. 

“No, I mean besides that.” Again, he inhaled as his nose trailed along your throat to your chest. “Harrington, go get water. Now.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Munson—”

“NOW.” The bass behind his voice was frightening and you couldn’t help but close your eyes in fear. “No, Y/N, keep your eyes open.”, he commanded, softly thanking his friend when he appeared suddenly with a glass of water. After freeing only your hands, Eddie sat you up and held the back of your neck as he brought the glass to your lips and you began to chug it back like you hadn’t had anything to drink in days.

Steve blinked as their eyes met and even he sniffed the air before running downstairs to grab more for you to drink. 

Once you were satisfied, you handed him his cup and leaned against the metalhead’s shoulder. 

“Thank you.”, you whispered, feeling oddly safe in this moment at this man’s side. “What did you smell?”

Eddie shrugged as he shook his head. 

“Something inside you… between the adrenaline, the sweat, the tears, and you coming…”

“You were dehydrated.”, Steve finished for him. 

“Oh…”

“You tried to give me water…”, was the only reply Eddie could give but it made sense to you. 

They were both still angry with you, you could feel that, but your act of kindness before everything that had followed still remained burned in their brains especially the metalhead who was constantly abused by a town and people who could care less about him and his wellbeing. 

“Don’t get cocky, Y/N.”, Eddie grumbled as he pushed you back against the mattress and bound your hands once more. “You still disobeyed us. We warned you what would happen.”

Steve removed his clothes and climbed up the length of your body making you groan as he rubbed his cock between your dripping folds, grazing your oversensitive clit with his shaft. 

“And this time, little girl, I’m coming on these perfect tits.”, he growled as his large palms kneaded one of your breasts. Your eyes rolled as he effortlessly guided himself into your entrance, stretching you out with every inch. “Fuck, man…still so fucking tight.”

Rolling his hips, Steve was slow and methodical as he thrust himself deeper into you. 

“He’s lucky we didn’t kill him sooner, Y/N.”, he whispered as his head fell beside yours. “Seeing you—fuck—get all shy at the store…fuck, baby…I wanted to take you right there again in front of e-everyone…but then she mentioned HIS name.” Fingers curled around your throat and squeeze as the pretty boy slammed his length aggressively into your cunt, abusing that sensitive spot inside you that you didn’t know existed till a few nights ago. “You let him…touch you…”

“I’m—mmugh—so sorry, Steve.”

“Sorry you got fucking caught maybe, you little whore.”

Your pussy clenched around him and you felt his smirk against your cheek as he bared his fangs before piercing your skin. Once again you felt a weird rush as the blood drained and his pace became almost animalistic. You desperately wanted to cling to him but with your limbs bound you whined as you tugged them praying they’d break. 

You screamed, not a scream of terror but intense need, and he grunted at the sound. You came hard and as your pussy quivered around him, Steve’s rhythm faltered as you felt him start to cum inside you before pulling out to pump the rest onto your chest. 

“Fuck! Fuck me, Eddie this pussy’s too good.”, he panted as he reached back to spank your thigh before licking the wound along your neck.

“Yeah it is. My turn.” 

The former jock climbed off you as the metalhead removed the restraints around your ankles so he could lift your legs and balance them against his chest.

“Who do you belong to, Y/N?”

“E-Eddie and Steve.”

“Who gets to touch your body?

“No…no one except you… I belong to you. Eddie, please.”

“I like hearing you beg.”, he chuckled, gripping his shaft in his hand and breaching your entrance before pulling all the way back out as his free palm held your legs together by the ankle. “You want my dick, little girl?”

“Yes.”, you cry as your back arches and your roll your hips desperate to feel him. “Please.”

Repeating the process, he pushes himself inside you before pulling all way out but as you huff in frustration Eddie spanks your ass hard. 

“Maybe you’ll remember this next time you flirt with someone—”

“N-No, Eddie! I swear I wasn’t—”

“Shut. Up.”, he growled as he tiled forward bringing your legs with him practically folding you in half. “We see you everywhere, Y/N. With your teacher after school, with Mandy Coleman watching a movie…”

This time when he guided himself inside you again, the metalhead thrusted with his purpose as he continued. 

“Home alone—fuck—having dinner at your table…in your bed while you sleep…”

The notion had a soft whimper leave you and Eddie laughed through his teeth. 

“You really are a freak, aren’t you, sweetheart? You like this…us appearing wherever you are…taking you whenever we want… Tell me then, baby, why do you fight it?”

“I-I-I don’t…”

Your answer seemed to infuriate him as his eyes darked and a loud grumble emitted from his throat. 

“Then why did you let him sit beside you at the party?”, he hissed as his pace and intensity began to quicken. “Why—mmph—did you lie?”

“I didn’t lie—”

“YES YOU DID! DO YOU THINK WE’RE PLAYING AROUND, Y/N!?”

Your eyes roll as the bed shakes and as Eddie pushes up onto his knees, his teeth bite into your calf as you scream so loud even Steve shoots forward to cover your mouth. Your legs tremble as you cum and he came off you with a syrupy pop to heal your wound. After dropping both your limbs, he tilts over you as he pounds his hips hard. 

“What we did to that little fucker, Y/N, is nothing compared to what we will do if we have to have this conversation again. Do you understand me?” Weakly, you nod as Steve lifts his palm out of the way. 

“I’m sorry.”, you whisper. 

“No, you’re not. Not even close. When I’m done using you we’re—shit—we’re going to ask you some questions. If you lie to me even once, Y/N, I swear to God—”

“I won’t…I won’t, I swear. Please, Eddie, just cum. I need to feel it.”

At your request, his head hung as his pace stuttered as he hastily pulled out and his release warmed your tummy. 

After a couple of minutes of heavy panting, Steve freed you from your binds and gave you more water as the long-haired boy appeared with a rag to clean you before tugging a clean shirt over your head. 

“Scoops Ahoy.”, you say matter-of-factly as your fingers glide along the material of Steve’s old uniform. 

“It’s the only thing I have at the moment that will fit you.”, he mumbles as he takes a seat in his desk chair. “I don’t mean that in like a derogatory way. I just haven’t been able to get or set aside clothes I know you’d be comfortable in.”

You smile at the brief bit of kindness that flows from his lips before Eddie steps forward with his arms folded to remind you that they weren’t finished with you just yet. 

“Did you know your dad was a hematologist, Y/N? Did you know he studies blood?”

“I knew he was a doctor but I didn’t know of what. He doesn’t talk about that stuff at home…when he decides to come home…”

“He doesn’t tell you anything at all?”, he asks incredulously.

“I’m an artist and my mom is a counselor. What reason would he have to talk about that stuff.”

“Where was he during the earthquake?”

“What does that have to—?”

“Because I fucking asked!”, Steve shouted. “Don’t let this calm interaction fool you, honey. We are much stronger and more unhinged than we were a few months ago. You and your family are lucky we haven’t just ripped you apart!”

Your eyes widen at his outburst as you try to overcome the fear to answer their question.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t lie—”

“I swear, Eddie, I’m not. W-When the earthquake hit my mom and were asleep. He said he had to work late that night and didn’t come home till a few hours after. We-We tried to drive to the lab but soldiers wouldn’t let us out of the neighborhood.”

“Do you believe her?”, the pretty boy asks and you sigh in relief when Eddie finally nods. “Your father isn’t at your house right now. Where is he?”

“Is that where you went? To my house?”, you ask with a shake in your tone. “Did you hurt my mom?!”

“SIT. DOWN.”, the metalhead bellows and you immediately listen. “No, we didn’t but we did go through your father’s office. Have you ever been in there?”

“No…he-he keeps it locked.”

“Hm. Well now you can know why.”, Steve replied with distain as he reached behind him before tossing a manila folder your way. 

Along the tab written in black marker were the words “Project Sunlight” and as you opened it you covered your mouth to hide the shock when pictures of Eddie and Steve were front and center. As you skimmed the writing, tears began to fall as you recognized your dad’s handwriting on every page you flipped through. 

“Steven Harrington-bit in abdomen by bat like creatures referred to as ‘demobats’.

Edward Munson- bites along cheek, pectorals, abdomen

Both have laceration scars around their necks, Mr. Munson has some as well around his wrists and ankles. Bite wounds healed but scars remain. 

With permission of Mr. Harrington, any other wounds seem to heal quickly. 

Scalpel (X)

Knife(X)

Razor (X)

Tasers (X)

Bullet(X)

Sunlight (able to be in it but in short bursts; too long and it hurts them (see experiment 329).

Mr. Munson woke up today, tried giving him regular food, threw up. (See experiments 490-530)

IV of blood seems to keep them alive but they still crave… 

Mrs. Y/L/N has managed to continue to make them believe that they can survive without blood as long as they ‘fight’. Advised to me both men wish to retain their ‘humanity’ even thought that seems gone.  If we can continue to make them believe taking a human life is to their detriment may avoid another Henry Creel situation. At least until we can figure how to kill them if we need to.

Chief Hopper and Wayne Munson negotiated to have both boys return to ‘normal life’. 

Lab approved so we can watch their progress.”

“I…I don’t…”

“You d-d-don’t…?”, Eddie mocked as he smacked the papers from your hands and searched through them till he found what he was looking for. “Experiment 501, fruit, 502, water, 503 sugar… Your dad and the other doctors snuck food into my body anyway they could making me so sick I genuinely thought I was gonna die.”

“Experiment 314, stabbing me multiple times with sharp objects while I was tied to chair.”, Steve growled. “The Mr. Harrington permission crap? Yeah, not me. My dad gave them permission before taking my mom and running out of town.”

“You want to know the best part, Y/N?”, the metalhead hissed like a snake as he bent down to your level with his hands on his knees. “No one…tried to comfort us… After every experiment they tortured us with…NO ONE told us everything would be alright or that soon it would all be over. Your mother was the closest to a calm voice we got and she told us constantly that these experiments were not only to help us but the people we loved…so we wouldn’t kill or hurt them. They made us believe we were monsters who needed to be subdued. That we needed to suffer just a bit longer till they found a cure.

They weren’t looking for a cure. They were studying us... and guess what, baby girl? We aren’t alone.”

Eddie handed you another sheet of paper with notes your father had taken scribbled on a piece of paper with the hospital’s insignia at the top. 

“Y/N Y/L/N—puncture wounds in neck; assailant unknown

Symptoms—lightheaded, dizzy, fatigue, nausea, fainting, soreness at site of wound

I haven’t seen either Munson or Harrington nor has my daughter subject mentioned any interactions them. Will follow progress. 

48hrs later wound on neck and pain completely gone

How??

Watched her eat human food with no similar side effects as the others. 

Wife and I need to speak with the head of the lab outside of town to see what protocol we should follow or if we should be safe and bring subject in for additional testing.”

“I guess they decided you were fine…or maybe he’s still studying… So I ask again, Y/N, where is your father?”

Feeling overwhelmed, the tears fully begin to fall as you struggle to catch your breath.

Descending onto your knees, Eddie catches you right as you throw your head back and scream.

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You had agreed to the camping trip because really it couldn’t be that bad. You weren’t huge on nature but Robin had promised the cabin would make it feel like a second home. You could both share a room and wake up to the birds chirping, go on small hikes, swim in the lake, and grill dinner every night. It sounded like a good time. The only downfall was Robin’s newfound friendship meant all of this included the one and only, Steve Harrington. 

Years ago, a few pounds lighter, and less pressure about being popular, you had your own relationship with the boy. You’d study in the library together and brush your hands under the table, sneak smiles and late night calls, walk each other to your respective lockers. It was the first time anyone had shown any interest in you, loved you despite the hip dips, softly rounded stomach, and wide thighs. At least until he had made the basketball team. 

People like Tommy would drag him away from your locker, Tommy’s girlfriend Carol not so quietly making whale jokes, and with that came a Steve who could no longer look you in the eye. All those feelings, short and fleeting, gone so fast you sometimes wonder if any of it had ever been real. You hadn’t had someone like that since, not a single boy who looked at you like Steve used too. The lack of intimacy and human connection only added to the idea that maybe it was never real the whole time. 

You could be friendly though, share tight lip smiles, and other small conversations. Neither of you brought up the past or the memories that came with it. For all Robin knew, your friendship started and ended with her. There were no blurry lines and misplaced memories lingering right there. Just another life once lived by kids who weren’t influenced by the thoughts of others. Yet even now, you knew the Steve in your shared cabin was different from the one you once knew and the one he was in high school. Maybe he was a bit of both.

He had been easy enough to avoid during the group trip, acting as if neither of you knew of the other, but the weekend rolled around and Vickie came to join, leaving you paired with Steve more than Robin had originally planned. It’s the very reason you make the walk alone to the campsite showers at the end of the day, looking for some space, and not having to make small talk with Steve. When you return though, Steve is sitting alone on the wooden couch, thin cushions propped beside him, as he watches something on the staticky TV. 

“Hey, care to join me?” he asks as you continue to dry your hair with the towel. Worry flashes through you at the idea of squeezing into the small spot beside him, the closeness and the obvious size of your body beside his. You could hear the whale jokes from Carol ringing in your ears now. 

“Robin and Vickie go for a walk or something?” you ask instead of responding. He made you nervous, which was weird because not so long ago you had been so comfortable with him. You didn’t ever feel a reason to shy away no matter how different you felt from the other girls.

“Not exactly,” he nodded to the bedroom you had shared with Robin the last few days, just to see the door had been shut tightly, and a white sock hung over the knob. 

“Oh,” falls from your lips as realization draws over you. Steve doesn’t miss the way your cheeks tint pink or the way you suddenly can’t make direct eye contact with the door or him. 

“I’m afraid you’ve been booted, Teddy,” he says, the old nickname falling off his lips too easily. You both tense at his words, the first real sign that the relationship you once shared was a very tangible thing. 

“Sleep tight, Teddy.”

“Teddy? What’s that for?”

“Because you’re cuddly and cute, just like a Teddy Bear.”

“Goodnight, Steve.”

All those late night phone calls, deep conversations of your desires and dreams, how maybe one day you could conquer them together. You wonder if he remembers any of them, how he said he’d always be your number one fan. The forgotten promise of always being there no matter what you faced. 

“It’s okay, you can take my room. I’ll stay out here,” he says after a long while, taking your sudden silence as panic over not having a room. The offer is kind but you take one more look at the cabin style couch and know for a fact it’s not meant for the body of an adult man. 

“That’s sweet Steve but really, it’s fine. I can figure something out, you shouldn’t have to sleep on this uncomfortable couch,” you say as you gesture to the furniture he’s already tried to use pillows to make comfortable. Discarding your towel over the dining table chair you sigh. 

“We could always share. I mean, it’s a big bed and I would hate for you to not get any sleep when it’s not your fault you lost your room,” he offers and you freeze in place. The idea frightens you, terrified of feeling his warmth next to you, and smelling him in the sheets. It was a fantasy you once had years ago and now it was real. Plus, if you wanted any sort of sleep tonight, it was your only option. 

“Are you sure, I’d hate to get in your way?” you finally respond, gulping away the nerves as you consider all the possibilities. How with the late night could come secret confessions from the both of you. 

“I don’t mind at all, the room was already too big for one person. Plus, I’m sure Robin wouldn’t be too fond of me sharing with Vickie,” he jokes and you laugh slightly, accepting the joke as a way to latch onto some comfortability between you. 

“Well I’m going to get ready for bed then,” you point your thumb over your shoulder and he nods, watching as you move to the small kitchenette and get a glass of water. You move with ease, taking a few sips and fixing the large pajama shirt on your form. You give him another one of those tight lipped smiles before disappearing behind his door. It’s then he realizes he was in deep shit. 

You try to sleep, want to sleep so bad. You don’t want to be awake when he finally joins you, instead unconscious and unaware of the close proximity between the both of you. Yet just as predicted, the sheets smell of him, and items of his lay around the room, making it all feel too real and intimate. That’s why when the door opens you flinch, still awake, and shrink into yourself as you consider how the rest of this night might go. 

Steve moves quietly about the room, shedding his shirt and sweatpants, glancing to try and determine if you were still awake in the dark room. When he lifts the covers and slips in beside you, the way your body shifts tells him you’re still very awake. He continues to climb in anyway, the both of you ignoring the way your hearts pound. This trip had been the first time you had to spend more than a few hours with him. Now you were a few inches apart both recalling the first time you ever fell in love. 

“I’m sorry, Teddy,” his husky voice mutters into the night air and then without warning his arm starts to wrap around you. You tremble with fear, not of him but the fear of him feeling your body. The way it curves differently from other girls, the way you take up more space. Yet you don’t fight him, instead you allow him to spoon you, firm chest pressed against your back and face nuzzled in your hair. 

“It’s okay Steve,” you respond but he shakes his head, squeezing you closer. He’s afraid if he lets go he’ll lose you forever. 

“It’s not, I shouldn’t have ditched you like that. God, I loved you. I mean, I still love you, but I was so dumb. I am so dumb,” he mumbles into your neck and you’re still unmoving, shocked by the words he mutters, and a part of you is thankful you didn’t fall asleep. 

“I think you’re the only boy who’s ever loved me,” you tell him, rolling over to face him. Your legs tangle together and his hands fall low on your back, noses a mere inch from each other. 

“You think you could give me a second chance?” he asks and even though your heart hammers against your rib cage, and the feel of his skin pressed against yours feels fire hot, you nod. 

Then to your surprise, a big grin crosses his face before he presses his lips against your own. The same boy who had been walking around with your first kiss for all these years had finally given it to you. A part of you wondered if this could be a dream, some cruel fantasy your mind had conjured up, but then his tongue was dipping into your mouth the same time his knee pushed up between your legs. Completely out of your control, you let out a moan. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Steve whispered against your lips, large hazel eyes staring lovingly into your own, and even though you had so many fears attached to your body and being with another person, you found yourself pulling him closer. 

“No. I mean, I want to. I trust you– I think,” you say and you both laugh, a little addicted  to the way the other tastes. Steve grins, running his hand up and down your side like he couldn’t believe you were really there in front of him. 

“Okay, just tell me if I go too far,” he says and you nod eagerly, mind reeling with possibilities that you don’t have time to indulge because his lips are back against yours. This time his hand slips under the hem of your shirt, smoothing over the dips of skin on your side. You wait for him to be disgusted, stop kissing you, and back away. Yet he never does, instead just kisses you deeper, hand squeezing the flesh of your waist, and rolling his body instinctively into yours. 

You can feel yourself wetten and your whole body burns at the idea of being so turned on by him. Years ago it had been puppy love, too immature for this kind of intimacy, but now you were fighting every part of you that wanted to grind down on his leg still wedged between yours. When the same hand under your shirt brushes upwards, grazing your breast, you end up caving and rolling your hips against him. He grunts into your mouth, continuing to kiss you dizzy as long fingers spread over your breast and give it a squeeze. 

“You’re so perfect,” he mumbles, lips pulling away for air and dragging down your neck. You pant as he continues to grope you, lips sucking and kissing at your neck, and you can tell your panties are a mess. 

“Just, don’t stop,” you say before your face completely reddens. You’re thankful for the dark room at that moment but you can still make out his smile as his hand drops and starts to slide under your sleep shorts. Feeling and exploring the softness of your stomach. You watch him closely for any sign of distaste being a bigger girl. Yet he only continues, like it’s a miracle you’re in his bed at all, before toying with the hem of your panties. 

“May I?” he asks and you nod quickly, a squeak leaving your throat as warm fingers slide under the fabric and dip into your wet folds. 

He looks up to give you a lazy smile, interested in the way your face twists as he swirls his finger around your clit. You try to ignore the fact he’s so good at this from practice with other girls, skinny girls, yet it feels too good to let that stop you. He peppers soft kisses to your neck and face, so intimately like this was all that mattered. Like you were all that mattered. 

“You feel so good baby,” he tells you before slowly sliding a finger into you. You whine at the sensation, relishing in how much better it feels when another person does it. Slowly he pumps in and out of you, his hard length grazing your side as he fights the urge to grind into you. 

In a moment of insane courage you reach and grasp him through his boxers, palming him through the fabric, and he curses under his breath at the sensation. He wears the same look of pleasure on his face that you do, so you slip your own hand beneath his waist band and feel your way through unexplored territory. 

“You don’t have to, tonight is about you,” he reminds but you just smile and initiate a sweet kiss for the very first time. He smiles at you, lovesick, and something inside your stomach swoops. 

“I want to,” you tell him before pumping your hand over his length. You’re inexperienced, but based on how hard he is, it doesn’t really matter how you touch him. 

For a while you’re both quiet, instead pleasuring the other and relishing in the moans and soft gasps you draw from each other. When he adds a second finger and starts teasing your clit with his thumb, you realize how close you are. Eager to finish, you start pumping faster to draw him to his end with you. To think Robin had been the one to put a sock on her door. 

“I’m close,” you tell him and he nods, rolling himself into your hand and whining each time you squeeze him a little tighter. He’s so big in your hand you wonder how he’ll even fit. Suddenly you freeze, stopping your movements which makes him look at you with confusion, trying to see if something is wrong. 

“Can you be inside me when I finish?” you ask sheepishly, struggling to look at him and a soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Nodding he moves slowly, sitting up to help pull your shorts and panties off of you. Lifting your hips, you close your eyes as you wait for him to see all of you, size and all. When he’s quiet for too long, you open your eyes to find he’s shed his boxers and looking at you like God’s gift to earth. 

“Are we sure this is gonna work?” you ask and he laughs. Slowly he leans over you and brushes some hair out of your face before kissing you deeply. 

“I’ll go slow,” he promises and you nod, watching as he moves to retrieve a condom and roll it over his length. Once he’s finished, he carefully widens your legs for him, before lining up with your entrance. 

You wince when he pushes in slowly, adjusting to his length as he continues to sink in, certain you’ll feel better once you’ve taken all of him. Once he’s flush inside you, one arm propped on the headboard above you, you realize how erotic this is. So you indulge yourself, fingers dragging through his chest hair before pressing soft kisses to his pecs. Slowly he slides back out and pumps back in, determined to make you finish while he has you like this.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan as he starts to move faster. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails leaving crescent moons in his skin as he continues to chase both of your finishes. He has to squeeze his eyes tight to not cum too soon, the hand not holding himself up on the head board moving to rub sloppy circles onto your clit. You feel your stomach tighten, not used to the sensation, when suddenly your orgasm washes over you. 

The second Steve feels you clamp down around him, shaking from your finish, he can’t hold back anymore. His hips get sloppy, stuttering into you as he finishes just a few moments behind. When you are finally still beneath him, he slides out carefully, cuddling up beside you as it settles in what just happened was real. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say, thinking about how neither of you could barely make eye contact this whole trip. You couldn’t imagine what either of you were going to tell Robin in the morning. 

“I can. I have been thinking about it for so long. I always knew it would be me and you,” he whispers, fingers delicately brushing along your stomach and hips. The words make you smile, pressing a wet kiss to his forehead. 

“You’re something else, Steve,” you tell him and he shrugs, perfectly content and where he always belonged. 

“Maybe, but that’s why you love me.”

[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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Thank you for reading!  

[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.”

[sunnylands-world]

Ladies And Gentlemen Joe Keery

[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 😊)