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indiefilmfatale · 2 years

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one, two, three (eddie munson x steve harrington x afab fem reader)

gif by acecroft ^ READ PART TWO HERE <3 plot: a casual smoke sesh with you, your boyfriend eddie, and your best friend steve turns into something...... less casual lol content warnings: smoking/drug use, voyeurism (eddie loves to watch), dirty talk, heavy petting, begging, fingering, overstimulation, eddie calls reader baby word count: 2.6k a/n: i hope yall like my first one shot! the ones been brewing for a while. it's pretty drawn out but i think its worth it smut below the cut!

Eddie's bed was probably your favorite place in the entire world.

It was an odd choice for a favorite place. His mattress wasn't anything special, probably over a decade old. His pillows are too flat for you. He doesn't even have a top sheet, just sleeps with the same old quilt every night. But damn it, every time you got in it, you either got high or got fucked. So yeah, it was your favorite place in the world. And it only gets better when your favorite people are in it too.

You sat on the end of the bed, facing the headboard, your legs criss-crossed. Eddie was on your left, laying down but propping his torso up with his elbows. His feet press against your hip, occasionally rubbing them softly against you, just to let you know he was thinking about you.

Steve was to your right. He laid flat on his back, hands plopped casually on his chest. It was rare, just the three of you hanging out without Nancy or Robin. Not that you minded, it was nice to have the occasional smoke session without Robin's constant babbling. She got ten times more talkative when she was high, but you'd also be lying if you said you didn't miss it a little bit.

Still, you were content. Sitting between your favorite boys, passing around the second joint of the hour. You were all substantially stoned already, but it was a Saturday, and the second joint was just sitting there.

And in the midst of the smoke, and jokes, and Eddie's little touches– the conversation seemed to have somehow drifted into unknown waters.

"Is it weird to not want to cum for like, a while during sex?" Steve eyes are staring at the ceiling. "Like I like it when a girl," He paused, not because he didn't know what to say, but he didn't know if he should say it. "Makes me.... wait for it?" His hands fly to his face, pressing against his eyes firmly. He lets out a groan, "I don't know what I'm talking about, nevermind."

You found it intriguing that Steve was so skittish when he talked about sex, since he seemed so experienced. Your mind drifted to the image of a girl on top of Steve, grinding slowly, tortuously slow, as his face contorts. You felt a twinge in your core, then pushed the thought away.

"No, it's not weird at all." You comforted Steve, your voice dragging slightly due to the pot. Eddie, who currently had the half-gone joint in his possession, nodded to agree with you– His lungs too filled with smoke to speak.

Steve didn't take his hands off of his face. "Well what do you know about this? You're a.. girl. You don't have to worry about cumming because if you do–" Steve raised his arms to emphasize, jerking them in a circular motion. "You can just do it again. And again."

Eddie cuts him off, "And she does." They burst into a fit of drug induced giggles.

"Eddie!" You exclaim, surprised. Both of you rarely mention any details of your sex life. But you didn't scold him, instead just playfully rolling your eyes. Something inside you didn't mind that Steve knew, maybe you were even a little excited about it.

His hand outstretches toward you, handing you the joint as the laughter dies down. "Sorry, baby, I think there's truth serum in this batch from Rick."

"You might be onto something there." Steve says as he sits up, leaning against Eddie's headboard. You watch him as you take a hit, adjusting himself to get comfortable. He finally rests his head back, staring forward in thought.

You didn't realize you had even been staring for that long until you saw Eddie in the corner of your eye, head rested in his hand, watching you watch Steve. You catch his gaze and his mouth flicks into a small smile. Then you watch him turn to Steve, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Isn't my girlfriend fucking gorgeous Steve?" Eddie asks as you take another hit. You chuckle modestly at your boyfriend, then watch Steve's eyes focus on you. You hand him the joint, but don't break eye contact.

A sweet smile spreads on Steve's face, holding the joint close to his mouth but not bringing it between his lips just yet. "Yeah, she's beautiful, Eddie." He agrees, nodding. He smokes.

You look back at Eddie, who's full-on smirking at you now. Eyes scanning your body hungrily. Hovering his hand casually over his mouth, he grazes his bottom lip with his thumb. You could tell he was turned on.

You got an idea just as your eyes traveled back to Steve, who was still looking at you. Not in the same way Eddie was, more like he was trying to figure something out. Like he had somehow never noticed how pretty he found you. It had always been secondary to his relationship to you. He knew you were with Eddie, so it didn't matter if he found you beautiful or horrendous. Until now.

He handed the almost-roach to Eddie, who was a master at smoking the very last bit of anything. He finished it off and pressed it firmly in the ashtray on his nightstand. For a moment, as the smoke whirled above all of you, nobody knew what to say. You were all stoned and confused and a little bit horny.

You decided to make the first move.

You unfold your legs from under you and walk on your knees towards the head of the bed. Eddie scoots over to make room for you, his eyes not leaving your face for a moment as you focus in on Steve.

You smile sweetly at him. You watch him let out a small exhale. A calmness washes over him. He suddenly remembers, Oh, right, it's Y/N. Nothing to be nervous about.

"Can I kiss you Steve?" Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Steve's jaw drops only a bit. You watch his eyes dart to your lips, then meets your eye. He nods.

Before you lean in, you look at Eddie, who's pupils have dilated more than you've ever seen. His mouth is also slightly ajar, just like Steve's.

You flick your brow up, silently making sure you have his approval. Eddie nods, bringing his hand around and caressing your shoulder.

You turn back to Steve. You both lean in, very slowly, but there's a hesitance between you. You think, Fuck it. You press your lips against his, firmly. It's a bit awkward at first, but then you open your mouth to kiss again, and suddenly you are sinking into it.

You had figured Steve was a good kisser– You can't really invent make-out spots without being a good kisser. But it still felt like a pleasant surprise.

His hands know exactly where to go. One is behind your head, pulling on your hair to the rhythm of the kiss. The other hand holding your waist. His tongue, ever so shyly, slips into your mouth. You return the favor.

Steve's lips drift to your cheeks, then to your neck. You let out a soft moan, and the small sounds ignites something in everyone. You turn your head to the left slightly, both giving Steve a better angle and you a better view of Eddie.

Your eyes traveled down Eddie's tattoo'd arm, down to his hand, where he was groping himself over his jeans. Your mouth falls agape.

Steve pulled away, hand still holding your waist. You turn back to him and place one slower, more sensual kiss. You then leaned down and held your face close to Eddie's, hovering in front, eyes darting from his eyes to his lips. "I love you." You whispered.

The hand that was on his groin reaches back up to the back of your head. "I love you so fucking much." He kisses you, and it's like you're returning to him after a long trip. You grip both sides of his face, pulling him into you.

You underestimate your own balance and when leaning into Eddie you tip your whole body to land flat on your back between both of them, with a giggle. Eddie giggles with you, and you sink into his kiss again. He's now at the perfect angle, lying sideways toward you, right hand roaming your body like a man on a mission to find something.

You feel another hand snake around your waist, and soft breath against your neck. As you kiss Eddie, Steve plants wet kisses from your ear to your collarbone, where the neckline of your shirt is.

You felt goosebumps rise on your legs and arms. You had never kissed anyone while someone else kissed your neck, and it felt so good you began to breathe hard.

Your core is aching at this point, begging to be touched. When you open your eyes from the kiss, and Eddie's head pulls back a bit, you notice Steve has gotten into almost the same position as Eddie, just on the other side of you. He's still kissing your neck.

"Too many," You pant, your eyes fluttering shut.

"What, baby?" Eddie asks, an amused smile on his face. He lovedseeing you so turned on you couldn't function properly. And no one had even touched your pussy yet.

You huffed as Steve went to town on where your neck meets your shoulder, leaving a dark spot when his lips released the skin. "Too many clothes." You finally managed to get out.

Steve and Eddie chuckle in sync. Steve lifts his head, looks at your shirt, then looks at Eddie. "Do you want to do the honors?"

"Hey, I get to do this, like, everyday. Go right ahead my friend." Eddie jokes.

Steve's brows furrow for a moment, then he looks at you. "Jesus christ, every day?" He asks you.

You, completely blissed out, shrugs. "More or less."

"You guys are like bunnies, seriously. Okay, here, sit up." Steve slides his hand under your back and pushes you upward. Gripping your top and lifting it over your head in the process. Steve's eyes are glued to your tits as he tosses the shirt to the other side of the room.

You watch him watch you as you take your bralette off. Then you look at Eddie, who has the same dumbstruck look on his face every time you take your bra off in front of him.

"Well I'm not going to be the only one with my tits out." You reach for Eddie's Hellfire shirt and pull it off him, exposing his toned chest. Steve takes his shirt off quickly and efficiently. You glance down at the hair thats grown over his pecs, and can't help but bite your lip.

"God I'm the luckiest girl alive, aren't I?" You ask nobody in particular.

Eddie smiles widely, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek before all three of you lie back down.

"Can I?" Steve lies down in closer, his hand waiting patiently for approval a foot away from your boob.

You smile, then nod. His hand reaches up and slowly massages your left one. His head leans down and places a soft lick on the nipple. You puff out an exhale, your head falling back.

As Steve sucks on your nipple, his hand pinches and brushes the other. You remember your boyfriend's hard cock and reach for it, gripping him through his pants. Eddie lets out a soft groan, sending fireworks to your slit. You feel your wetness soak into your panties.

Your legs tighten against each other. "Somebody touch me, please." You whine.

Steve looks up at you excitedly, then at Eddie who had that same amused smile on his face. He begins to unbutton your jeans. "She likes it when you rub her clit really slow at first." He pulls down the pants zipper.

He then reaches for Steve's hand, that was still resting on your boob. Steve is confused, until Eddie brings the hand down to where your panties peak out of your pants. Eddie lifts the fabric and guides Steve hand into your folds.

You're watching in total awe, until your feel firm fingers circle your clit. Both boys turn their attention to you, their hands lap in your underwear together, as you let out your first real moan. It's high and needy and raises in tone at the very end like a question. Your eyes flutter shut.

"Slower," You hear Eddie instruct, and Steve follows.

Your body jerks, your head pressing hard against the pillow in pleasure. "Sh-it." You groan.

Eddie's face breaks into a smile once more, this time with a sense of pride. He loved that he knew how to pleasure you so well that he could teach it to somebody else and still drive you wild.

"Now one." Eddie gripped Steve's pointer finger and guided it downward toward your entrance. Slowly, Steve's finger glides inside you. You let out a guttural moan.

"Two." Eddie says. Steve adds a finger. You moan even louder. "Fucking shit," You say under your breath.

"Does she always swear this much?" Steve mumbles to Eddie, chuckling.

Eddie grins, "Pretty much, yeah."

“Shut up," You whine between breaths. Eddie is pumping Steve's fingers into you. Then Eddie's hand lets go of Steve's and returns to your clit, circling around it at the same slow pace as before.

"Oh god, Eddie, fuck," Your back arches. "This feels so fucking good."

Eddie, never losing tempo with Steve, kisses your neck, paying extra attention to the sensitive spots he can see Steve already covered. You couldn't stop moaning, your hips now grinding against both of their hands. Eddie's head rises, his lips a centimeter away from your's. "Are you ready baby?" Eddie asks, and you know exactly what he's talking about. You nod furiously.

Eddie looks at Steve, and with his free hand, holds up three fingers. Steve takes his hand out of you and looks at your eyes.

You smile at your best friend and kiss him on the lips, placing a hand on his cheek. "I need you, Steve, please,"

Steve smiled, and obliged. Slowly at first, he slides three fingers into you. You gasp, gripping onto Eddie's shoulder. Eddie has to hold back a laugh, he just loves seeing you like this.

Steve pauses, waiting for you to exhale, before moving his hand again. He curves his fingers upward, touching the roof of your pussy and brushing your g-spot just how you like it.

"Yeah, just like that," You whine. Steve leans down and once again paints your neck with wet kisses. The only sound in the room is the quenching of your soaking wet pussy around Eddie and Steve's respective hands, and your feral moans as you feel your climax growing closer.

Eddie's clit rotations grow faster, and Steve matches his pace. Eddie's lips press into yours, your kisses sloppy from lack of focus. Suddenly, another wave a pleasure washes over you. Your mouth falls open, lips still touching Eddie's but unable to kiss.

Your eyes squeeze shut, and Eddie's goes even faster. You hear Steve groan against your ear, and his hot breath hits your neck, and suddenly you're seeing stars. Your moans are drawn out and lazy and loud, and your body goes stiff with pleasure. "Fuck me, I'm cumming."

Eddie's smile grows wide, and he slows down. Steve follows his lead, waiting a beat than pulling his fingers out of your pussy. You sigh, blissed out.

"The three of us should smoke together more often." Steve jokes, lying back next to you. Eddie does the same. The three of you stare at the ceiling.

You hum, then sit up. "Okay, your guys' turn."

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kwistowee · 2 months

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BRANDON LEE as ERIC DRAVEN THE CROW (1994)

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laracroftm · 1 year

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it's trinity. all the way back, as far back as i can remember, it's always been them. // war is a slippery slope ( x )

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bruisedboys · 2 years

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not so family video — steve harrington

summary: you visit steve at work. fluff, established relationship

fem!reader, 1.1k words

gif by @acecroft !

You sauntered into Family Video like it was your second home, the bell jingling as you pushed the door open and stepped onto the threshold.

It was just after 3pm — the afternoon sun painted the countertops golden and splashed warmth onto your bare legs, floral sundress floating mid-thigh. Robin was behind the counter at the computer, scrunching her nose in a half-disgusted, half-affectionate manner when she saw you.

“Steve, your girlfriend’s here,” she drawled, not even glancing up as she typed into the keyboard.

“Wha— ow!” A telling thud had sounded from somewhere in the rows, followed by a clattering of what unfortunately sounded like multiple video cases spilling across the floor. Steve emerged, straightening up and clutching his head, hair pushed flat by his palm. “Ow, fuck. Dammit.”

“Stevie,” you groaned lightly, affectionately, and hurried over to where he was, about three rows from the front of the store. You stopped in your tracks when you saw the absolute mess he’d made, videos scattered across the floor like dominoes.

“Steve,” you repeated his name, exasperatedly this time, meeting his eyes over matching pouts. “Here, let me help.”

You bent to scoop up the videos, balancing on the balls of your feet as you piled up a few of them. Steve stopped rubbing his aching head to help you, muttering a string of profanities and something along the lines of ‘can never catch a break around here’. You bit back a grin, slotting a couple of videos into their proper shelf.

Meanwhile, Steve had been momentarily distracted, as his eyes landed on you and your sundress, your pretty hair and the way it caught the sunlight, summertime freckles on your bare arms and the curve of your thighs as you balanced on your knees. He watched you replace a few more videos, your skirt floating and lifting as you stretched your torso to reach the higher shelves.

“Are you gonna stare at me doing your job all day or are you actually gonna help?”

You were teasing him — the drawl in your voice made it obvious — and maybe Steve would’ve said something smart back but you were killing him with that pretty smile of yours.

“Did you come here purely to tease me, sweetheart? ‘Cause it’s working.”

Steve’s voice was sickly sweet and you acknowledged the familiar butterflies in your stomach, the ones that appeared even after months of Steve-compliments. You grinned so hard it hurt.

“Maybe,” you shrugged, inching closer to him on the grimy video store floor. When you were close enough you took his collar in your fingers, your other hand fiddling with his employee badge. “You’re not doing too bad yourself, handsome.”

Steve blushed — yes, Steve Harrington blushed — and put his hands on your waist, tugging you closer still. Your knees knocked each other clumsily and Steve pretended to be annoyed with a quiet tsk. You rearranged yourself so your knee slotted between both of his, hands sliding up his chest and around his neck.

Steve’s chest heaved between the both of you and it made you giddy that you, of all people, excited him this much.

“If this is my job,” he breathed, “I’ll work myself to the bone.”

You couldn’t tell who leaned in first but it didn’t matter — Steve’s hands tightened around your waist and yours curled around his neck. His lips were soft and plush and he tasted like candy — he’d been eating the Family Video stash again. You smiled into the kiss and your fingers twirled through the soft hair on the back of his neck.

Steve broke the kiss only to drag you clumsily into his lap, your legs on either side of his waist, skirt riding up around your hips. By the look on Steve’s face, this was extremely intentional.

“Perv,” you whispered, watching bashfully as he didn’t waste a second to get his hands on your skin, fingers curling around your thighs.

Steve didn’t miss a beat in replying. “Only for you, angel.”

He dipped his head to kiss you again, he was so familiar and so warm and so Steve. You were absolutely enthralled, and it would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t love him so much to not give a shit. Steve’s hands were sliding up your thighs, his warm fingertips trailing higher, higher, higher—

“That doesn’t look very family friendly.”

Robin Buckley had never been one to give a single ounce of privacy, especially not to her best friend. You pulled away from Steve, looking over your shoulder to see Robin glaring at the two of you from the counter.

“Ignore her,” Steve muttered from behind you, so only you could hear, attempting to pull you back into him.

You giggled, ignoring him instead. “Sorry, Robs,” you grinned.

The girl merely rolled her eyes, but her tone suggested a poorly contained smile. “Get off my coworker’s lap, Y/N. There’s like, so much work to do.”

This was not true, considering the completely empty shop and the fact that it had been like this all day. Still, you pried yourself off of Steve, fixing your hair and clothes while poor Steve pouted on the floor. He very unsubtly watched the back of you as you skipped over to Robin. Jeez Louise, you drove him crazy.

Steve got up reluctantly, groaning like an old man. The complaints continued under his breath while he finally stacked the last few videos, stealing glances at you the whole time. You‘d taken to chatting with Robin (the hypocrite), leaning against the counter with your hip jutting out and he was sure you were doing it on purpose.

His suspicion was confirmed when you laughed sweetly, throwing back your head so your hair tumbled down your back, the sunlight catching on your nose and eyelashes and hair. And then, god save him, you looked over at Steve with a huge smile still etched on your face, batting your eyelashes like you knew he was watching.

It took everything Steve had not to pile you into his car right then and there, take you to his empty house and see that dress of yours on the damn floor. He opted instead for crossing the room in a few strides and circling his arms around you from behind, chin resting boyishly on your bare shoulder, breath tickling your ear.

Robin watched in affectionate disgust as Steve whispered something in your ear. She assumed it was one of his standard dirty comments, because you blushed like a beetroot, giggling like a schoolgirl as you slapped him on the chest. Robin couldn’t stand it one second longer.

“You guys are near insufferable,” she stated matter-of-factly. “I’m banning you from the store, Y/N.”

Steve merely squeezed you tighter and pouted dramatically at Robin, “You don’t mean that, Buckley.”

“I do too, Harrington.”

“You’re gonna ban your favourite customer?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out to mirror Steve’s pout.

“Yup,” Robin quipped in a tone that suggested otherwise. “You’re both dinguses in love.”

Steve grinned. He didn’t mind that label one bit.

Neither did you.

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cellophaine · 2 years

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Pretty Face

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Face-fucking – rough oral (m. receiving), manhandling, sexual gratification from being used, cum play, cum eating.

Author's Note: TITTIES!!! On top of a medieval time washboard!!!

GIF Credit: found on @acecroft

He was needy tonight. The way he handled you was rougher than usual, with little foreplay, and even though it hurt at first, the pain eventually became an immeasurable pleasure. Your cock-drunk mind thought he could be rougher. After your third orgasm, Matt pushed you onto your knees before you could gain control of the trembling in your body, forcing you to take his cock in your mouth. You were wrung out and exhausted, but you had no complaints. You loved it when Matt used you as he wished. The lust exuded from his desperate and hastened acts made you feel like he needed it.

Your head bobbed up and down on his cock, revelling in the taste of your cum on his hard length. Your movements grew sloppy as his obscene moans from above your head urged you to keep going. You hollowed your mouth, following the contour of his thick girth, drawing another desperate whimper from him. The sound of him tightened the knot in your belly, the one he had just unravelled moments before, befouling the sticky mess on your puffy folds. The old and new wetness became one and trickled down your thighs, making your skin clammy and uncomfortable. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything else, for you fed on his pleasure just as much as he did with yours.

Your mouth ached from the vigorous exertion, working as if you were trying to swallow his shaft. Feeling overwhelmed and disobedient, your tongue slowly drew back as it swivelled along his cock until you reached the tip, teasing the mushroom head with kitten licks. Matt didn’t like that, and his hand swiftly came down onto your left cheek, leaving a slight sting as a warning. You whined, feeling a little deflated as he caught onto your harmless intention at being catty.

“Be nice.”

His command was deep, gravelly and just slightly breathless as if it took a lot for him to even form a coherent thought. Matt was close, you knew it, and the impulse to taunt him quickly evaporated from your mind. You tried to take him further each time you went down, but it was almost impossible with the fullness that already occupied your mouth. Even though your hands alternatively made up for the rest, it didn’t stop you from trying. You inched down onto his cock slowly and steadily, brushing off the impending gag reflex, until your nose nudged his pelvis, tickled by the subtle patch of hair. The tip of his cock hit your throat, and you forced yourself to hold it there for a moment, resisting the urge to gag. You felt the tears gather in your eyes and tried to breathe through your nose, even though your air intake was slightly restricted. You shook your head slightly, nuzzling deeper into him, feeling the velvety tip petting the back of your throat. His obscene moans and broken cries kept you there until you couldn’t take it anymore and gagged, sloppily pulling away from him. A string of saliva connected your lips and his cock as you dazedly gawked at it through your watery eyes. His length was coated in your spit, and the shiny substance dripped down to his tightening sack. You didn’t waste a second using it as lube, spreading it evenly with your hand, squeezing his shaft to keep him going. You dared a glance above, and the sight made your cunt clench around nothing. With his head thrown back, not so far that you couldn’t see the contortion of pleasure on his face. His brows furrowed, his eyes fluttered close, and his mouth slacked open to pour more honeyed moans into the thickened atmosphere. You wrapped your lips around him again, increasing your pace as Matt’s praises caressed your ears as if you were sharing a tender, intimate moment. Intimate, it was, but there was nothing tender about what he would do next.

His hands came down to grab either side of your face, locking your head in a firm grip before the sweet torment started. Matt pulled you down onto his length, making you go deeper and deeper. His handling was rough and fast, and you could barely keep up with it. Your body went slack as you surrendered your control to him entirely. Matt fucked your face relentlessly, making you feel lightheaded at his brutal use. You tried your best to tip him over the edge by fondling his balls with your fingers, gently pulling on the sensitive skin. The sounds of your gag and his moans drowned out everything else. You were a mess as you struggled for air; tears fell freely onto your cheeks, spit dripped onto your chin and neck, making a mess on your heaving chest. All you could do was keep your mouth open and choke on his cock, your mind emptied of thoughts. You were tethering on the edge of consciousness when Matt abruptly pulled out, giving himself a few pumps before releasing ropes of cum onto your face with a broken shout of relief. Your face was held in place to bear the milkiness of his seeds, and you felt like you had lost your vision for a moment. You blinked in an attempt to clear the fog, but your right eyelid felt heavy and sticky. Your face felt warm, with his essence running down the contour of your features. Some trickled into your mouth, and you eagerly licked them up and swallowed, moaning at the taste. You closed your eyes when his hand found your face, smearing the hot fluid to make it messier. Matt wiped away the heavy droplets from your eye, and you could see better when he trailed to another part of your face. Your skin was the canvas to his paints of tears, saliva and cum, and his fingers were only finishing up the masterpiece.

When he was finally satisfied with his handiwork, Matt brought his cum-stained fingers to your mouth, prying your lips open and wordlessly plunging in. You sucked on his fingers like the good girl you were, taking everything he gave you. He pulled away once you licked them clean, his thumb on your jawline softly caressing. Matt didn’t need to say anything; his loving gesture did it for him, and you knew his language too well for you, sometimes, articulated in the same way.

Matt pulled you onto your shaky feet, holding onto your waist to hold you up before crashing his lips against yours. He loved how the stickiness on your skin started to smear onto his, how he could taste himself on your tongue, how well you wore his mark, and he groaned in the filthy gratification. Matt kissed you until neither of you could breathe, until you must part for a desperate need of air. He pulled you into his embrace, nudging your head to rest on his naked chest as you basked in the peaceful silence until your joined rhythm of heartbeats calmed down.

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samlakes · 2 months

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i've always loved the concept of just sharing appreciation with people for the sake of doing it, so i'm doing it right now.

these are in no particular order. i love all of you and your blogs, and i'm so glad i found you guys' blogs and content. doesn't matter if i've been following you from the beginning or more recently. you're all really cool (i checked. it's true.)

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forehead kisses for all of you<3

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honeysuckleharringtons · 2 years

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"Family Video" ~ S. Harrington

GIF by @acecroft

Summary: When Steve's daughter, Lori offers to help him close up shop, the two run into a rather pretty customer. Lori is determined to make Steve talk to said pretty customer.

Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,018

Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that's it but as always, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: v domestic, fatherly Fluff 🥺

Extra Notes: none that i can think of!

Based On: nothing in particular but the idea of a series like this was initially sparked by my read-through of @luveline's "Eddie and Roan" series 🫶🏻

Originally Written: 10/12/2022

Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold

honeysuckleharringtons main masterlist can be found here!

single dad!steve blurbs masterlist can be found here!

The jingle of the front door bell of Family Video rang loudly, prompting Steve to let out an aggravated sigh.

Normally, it wouldn't have irritated him that much, after all it was his job, but the fact that it was only seven minutes until closing was enough to agitate him beyond comparison.

"Welcome to Family Video," he said, managing to sound much more polite than he felt.

"Daddy!" a high-pitched voice rang throughout the store, accompanied by the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

Steve's agitated expression from before melted away as he squatted down. The tiny girl sprinted toward him, landing directly in his arms.

He left a kiss on her hairline, lifting her up to his chest as her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. "Mwah," he chuckled against her head. "How's my Lori-girl?"

Max followed closely behind the girl, a smile sitting on her lips. "Excited to see you as always," she answered for the child.

Steve slightly pulled away from Lori, his eyebrows raising as he asked, "Did you have fun with Max today?"

"Mhm," she answered, nodding her head with all the power her little body possessed. "She took me to Bradley's and let me pick out whatever snack I wanted."

"Well, wasn't that nice of Max?" he asked, shooting a thankful look toward the redhead. "What'd you pick?"

"Goldfish," she answered matter-of-factly.

"Those are my favorite too! Are you gonna share 'em with Daddy?"

Her lips scrunched as she thought about her answer, eventually nodding in response.

"They're in her bag," Max spoke up, placing the Care Bears themed bag on the counter, "along with a finger painting she did yesterday that finally finished drying and her Scooby-Doo."

"Thank God," he exhaled, "she nearly had a meltdown when she couldn't find it last night."

"Well, I took very good care of him for you last night, Lori," she smiled, kissing the three-year-old on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, sweet girl."

"Bye-bye, Maxi," she grinned back, watching as Max walked out the front door of Family Video.

Steve swung the girl around to his back, piggybacking her around the store as he put away the last of the tapes.

"I wanna help," Lori pouted, her tiny palms digging into the hair that sat near his neck.

He chuckled at her efforts to seem more grown-up, placing a tape in her hands and pointing to its spot on the shelf.

"I thought child labor was banned in the United States," a voice giggled from the end of the aisle.

The two looked in the direction of the voice, their eyes landing on a woman around Steve's age, who was holding a copy of Flashdance in one hand and Footloose in the other.

Steve let out an awkward chuckle, unsure how to respond.

The lady walked closer, a playful smile sitting on her lips. "You know, I'm having a hard time choosing which one I should pick," she said.

A silence came over the room for a beat. Suddenly, the lady's eyes lit up, her expression signaling that a light bulb had gone off in her brain. "I know! Why don't you pick for me, little lady?"

A blush made its way to Lori's cheeks. "Hmmm," she hummed, "That one."

The woman watched as Lori's finger pointed directly at Footloose, prompting her to place the other tape back in its place. "Ring me up?" she asked, directed at Steve.

"Sure thing," he managed, a matching crimson appearing on his own cheeks.

Lori tugged on her father's hair as the three walked over to the checkout counter, signaling that she wanted his attention.

"Hmm?" Steve asked, sitting his daughter down on the counter beside the register.

"Do you think she's pretty, Daddy?"

Steve blushed even harder than he already was. "Lorraine," he scolded, avoiding eye contact with the both of them.

"I think she's pretty," she smiled, turning to look at the woman.

"Thank you," she smiled, her own cheeks heating up. "I think you're pretty too."

Steve continued to scan the movies the lady had placed on the counter, secretly praying his daughter would drop the current conversation.

"Curious minds wanna know: do you think I'm pretty?" the woman asked, internally astonished by her sudden boldness.

His eyes grew wide as he considered his answer. He stayed silent, sliding the tapes into the plastic bag.

He could barely manage a, "Thank you for choosing Family Video," as he slid the bag across the counter to her.

She started her trek toward the door, a pout tugging at her lips. "That's too bad. I think you're quite handsome," she said, lingering near the door.

Steve blushed once more before replying, "I do! Uh, th-think you're pretty, that is," he stuttered as he walked around the counter. "I was just a little flustered. Lori doesn't usually put me on the spot like that."

Lori giggled from her spot on the counter. "I could tell you thought she was pretty, Daddy, so I wanted to make sure you told her before she left."

His lips scrunched as he turned back to his daughter. "You cheeky little girl," he pretended to scold her, burying his face in her tummy and blowing a raspberry.

Lori's shrieks could probably be heard all throughout Hawkins, her silky tufts swaying as she attempted to squirm away from him.

The lady grinned as she watched their interaction, slipping closer to the door.

"Wait!" Steve called, turning back to face her.

"Hmm?" she asked as she stopped mid-step.

"I didn't catch your name," he said, feeling more bold than he had earlier.

"Y/N," she answered with a half-smile. "Thank you for help, Steve."

And with that, she headed out the door, leaving Steve a little shaken up by the whole conversation.

Lori scooted closer to the edge of the counter, pulling herself up onto Steve's back. "You should ask her on a date," she commented. "She's pretty and really sweet."

"You're feeling extra bold today, Lori-girl," was what fell from his lips, but what he really meant was, "I might just take you up on that."

OK, I know this isn't exactly what you guys were expecting me to post today... however, I hope this can be seen as a nice lil peace offering until I do get a chance to post the next Whumptober fic.

I wish I had a good reason I didn't post the next Whumptober fic today. The only reason really is that I ran out of inspiration and put it off until it was too late.

The plan now is to either post it some time over the weekend or double-post on Monday when I post the next next fic.

In the meantime, I hope you guys enjoyed this lil blurb! I am so so so excited for this series and all the ideas I have for it! I hope you guys are just as excited as I am!

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