#mike wheeler what are we gonna do with you

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chaotic ckr c6d squee propaganda (?) post

This, started half a year ago for @ds30below, was initially a general c6d short reviews post but kinda skewed majorly towards CKR's repertoire and wasn't too review-y. So I gave up on making sense and on including the non-CKR works. I don't know who the audience for this is, because I never give basic details for people who don't know about this stuff but say too much for those who do. I giffed what I could and tried to avoid what I know a lot about but haven't actually seen. Here goes.

Frank's Cock (1993)

Not much to say. It's only 8 minutes, it's beautiful and you should see it if you haven't. I won't spoil the subject, but you can likely guess. Watch it, cry a little. Then go watch some more of Mike Hoolboom's stuff, the vimeo link above is from his channel.

Two X-Files episodes (1994 – 1995)

Well, I haven't actually seen X-files since I was about fifteen and watched the like two seasons, and I remember none of it. I rewatched the two early episodes CKR appears in and they were fun. I did not watch the, the movie or whatever where he's doing the evil gay thing. But really, this one is on the list so I can show you this self-indulgent gif of him being Very Long:

Double Happiness (1994)

You shouldn't watch this one for CKR. I mean, you absolutely should see him here, looking like he's barely out of his teens and playing up the insecure act and having devastating chemistry with devastatingly beautiful Sandra Oh, but this is not why it's great. And it's really, really great. It's touching and funny and sincere. If you wanna have some feels about complicated family relationships and identity and growing up (at any point in life), you'll find them here.

Curtis's Charm (1995)

Don't regret watching it, can't recommend. Not gonna lie, I was emotionally affected. But I usually am by things as in-your-face bleak as this. Mostly, it's trying very hard to be smarter than it is, I think.

However: CKR's One Wild Curl is everything to me (see above, on the right. It was, like, actually curly. I was rendered speechless). And like two seconds of Hugh Dillon made me do a double-take, lol. Incredibly weird knowing this was shot like half a year before HCL began shooting. Feels like it must've been a decade earlier.

Hard Core Logo (1996)

I could make three separate posts about this one, so of course I have no idea what to say.

This one, you should watch for CKR, actually, he's something, but so is every single other aspect of this film. I wouldn't change a thing about it. It hits you like a 16 wheeler. Perfectly cast, unimaginably beautiful, hysterical and melancholy and disgusting and compelling.

Related recs:

A wonderfully fun article/retrospective/interview for its 20th anniversary a while back.

You should also absolutely read Hard Core Roadshow if you enjoyed the film. It's a book documenting the whole thing from conception to release. It touched me for its own sake, not just a backstage glance, full of love for the craft and the people and carrying this tangible bittersweetness about the heightened and fleeting nature of this kind of work.

(here, I feel compelled to include a quote from another c6d-related interview on Slings & Arrows, which I read after the book and went like man, it's really a universal experience isn't it.

Coyne: <...> But I also think, and this is my experience, what we were all experiencing, because we were all talking about our lives, our life in the arts — there’s something very melancholy about doing something you love, because it will never be good enough, it will always break your heart.

McKinney: Or it will be fleeting.

Coyne: It’ll be fleeting. You come together with people you feel passionately connected to and two weeks later they’re tearing down the sets.)

Quotes from the article and the book respectively include:

McDonald: So there was a kind of mutual dependency society with Hugh telling Callum, “Don’t worry, man, I got your back, I’ll tell you how high or low to wear your guitar, I’ll tell you how you should dress, I’ll tell you what you should drink…” and Callum was like, “I’ll tell you what hitting your mark is, I’ll tell you why they pull out fucking tape measures, I’ll tell you why you have to do it again, I’ll tell you about not overlapping dialogue..” and you know they clung to each other, like the other one was gonna fucking save them.

And:

A final gathering at the back of the tour bus with Bruce, Callum, Hugh, Bernie. We listen to the tape of HCL songs, all the way through, one last time. And we belt the words out. Bernie sings loudest, performing for Salerno's camera. Hugh and Callum sit back, looks of sadness. I get the sense that if they could do it, they'd chuck their lives and be Joe Dick and Billy Tallent forever. Callum leans to Bruce and says exactly what everyone else is thinking: "I don't want it to end."

There's much more to both texts than *gestures* the whatever those two had, but it certainly doesn't hurt.

And Xeriscape is the best HCL fic I've read. Granted, I read very few because it's not a source that creates in me a craving for fic. But this one perfectly matches the film's fucked up beauty with its language while also adding a quieter, more fraught layer of humanity that we only get glimpses of in canon and that perfectly fits John. 10/10, would recommend.

Anyway. Watch it. Read it. If you haven't. Otherwise, come scream with meeee! And go reblog my gifs or something. Idk.

Letters From Home (1996)

Mike Hoolboom strikes again, with another short. This goes into the "don't watch it for CKR, watch it because it's great" box. Yes, you will cry.

For Those Who Hunt The Wounded Down (1996)

Another bleak one! It sucked to watch, I mean, on purpose. There were a couple of very effective scenes. I really enjoyed the opening. They say the book is decent too, I haven't checked that out.

Actually, let's just switch back from coherent thought to undignified staring at his mouth with this one. What the fuck is that cigarette thing. I couldn't help myself.

Last Night (1998)

These gifs are not representative of the whole movie. There is more happening than CKR kissing or hugging people. He's also doing more than just kissing and hugging. It's all very... impressive.

Guess who's also here again? Sandra Oh! And say hi to Don McKellar, who is an absolute champion for writing/directing/starring. You'll be seeing more of him.

Another one for the "watch it for its own sake" box. Seriously, that late 90s indie stuff is banger after banger. It's so beautiful! Look at those colours! Look at those shots! It's very uneasy and charming and melanchioly and itself in the best way.

Twitch City (1998 – 2000)

Don McKellar is back to murder you with discomfort! Bruce McDonald lends a hand. Molly Parker is also here. And Daniel McIvor, who'd go on to direct, for example, Wilby Wonderful. It's a party. If you watched some stuff from above (or below) on this list, most faces and names will be familiar to you, tbh (another Hugh Dillon double-take happens).

If you liked Spaced, you'll love this. You might also love it because it commits to its weirdness with an admirable resolve and is genuinely hilarious. (Honestly, CKR's outfits alone warrant a watch.) The idiosyncrasy is definitely Don McKellar's doing 200%. It couldn't be more different from Last Night, but if you've seen one, you'll recognise the other.

Battlestar Galactica (2003 – 2009)

I don't think a person should be allowed to look this pretty in the sweaty-and-dying makeup in that light (this sentence probably looks very weird to those not under the CKR magic spell).

I don't know what to say about BSG because I really, really enjoyed early it initially, but by the middle of S2 it got... well, whatever that was. If you know you know, if you don't, still give it a go. You might get invested enough to suffer through it all, as I have been, slowly.

The unfortunate thing is that CKR got to be there mostly in the "what the fuck" years and not the "wow that's so cool" years. That, as you might be aware, is a pattern with him. But! When he was here, he was so genuinely, wonderfully creepy not in the typecast-baddy way, but in this slow, half-absent way, which really worked. You can also see him tortured a little, as a treat!! <3

Also, a wild John Pyper-Ferguson appears! If you're looking at him thinking you know him from somewhere but not immediately remembering, you'll figure it out, I believe in you. I was very happy to see him.

Wilby Wonderful (2004)

Another win for the put CKR in more good shit team!!! Guess who's here again? Sandra Oh! Also, Paul Gross. Don't watch it for him either though haha.

Another one for whoever wants to look at pushing against the weight of others' (or your own) expectations and growing into who you are or reconsidering who you are or finding meaningful connections with others even when you're kind of a mess and they are too.

Not nearly the first time CKR's gotten to play a queer character, but man, this one really is the heart of the in-universe community, and, through that, of the film. A rare chance to see him so far out of the prickly persona! He's just so solid and calm and there for others in this one and, and soft, ough. It's awesome.

By the way, if any of you have the commentary track or know someone who has, please drop me a line here or on discord (emotionalrisotto), I really wanna hear that.

Supernatural (2005)

I love Supernatural a lot. It was a formative experiences (albeit a very late one) and I owe a lot of my favourite stuff about fandom-ing to the buddies I met through it. I can't believe I'm telling you this (because who hasn't seen it, not because I'm reccing it), but you should really try it if you haven't. It's pretty rad.

I had no idea who this guy was when I saw that episode (the second ever one!), though. I simply cannot fathom what @nigeltde-fic felt when she first saw it. I think I personally got very lucky she didn't combust on the spot. It would've been unfortunate.

On a sillier note, CKR's character has weird tension with both Sam and Dean in this episode, which is par for the course. I personally think they should've... no, I shan't say it. You can probably imagine.

Californication (2008 – 2013)

I haven't actually seen it, lol (and I suspect I won't enjoy it, but I'm very curious and also CKR looks really really good).

The real reason for this one on the list is to share a fic rec. Really, it's a due South F/K fic featuring Lew Ashby. It's ridiculously hot and very satisfying in its romantic resolution, too (but then, I'm kind of big on selfcest. And consensual voyeurism. And pretend relationships when done like this. And sublimated yearning. Erm.)

Shattered (2010 – 2011)

I wish this never happened. I badly, badly wish this never happened. I can't turn back time, but I can warn those luckier than me: do not go there. Yes, even for this dude. You'll sleep better not knowing just what it is he was the EP on. And the only important part — the mascara — can be seen above (yes, the show does look that bad, it's not just the gifs).

Just kidding — I watched it, didn't I? You'll have fun hating it! Just prepare for industrial grade cringe, lower your expectations (No, lower. No, still lower than that. And just a bit more.) and you'll have a great time!

Star trek: Discovery (2024)

Or, as I call it, Star Trek: The Mediocre Show. Discovery S5 was... what it was, but it was a wonderful viewing experience — mostly thanks to the gang (@kittkatk and @feroxargentea especially!)

What a joy it is, to follow a show week by week, yelling and laughing and discussing the whole time. And giffing, too. I was very happy to contribute to the Disco fandom from my own little obsessive corner, and I was glad to see people adoring Rayner, haha.

He's a pretty neat character — very much a stereotype, yes, but with CKR's usual twist of odd vulnerability and weirdness. Also, I loved the ears. I miss the ears. The ears were great.

I even wrote a fic! Although it's not within my usual range to write for canons and universes I don't know well — and back then, I'd only seen S5 of Disco. It was a lot of suffering, and a lot of fun.

Closing thoughts

I'd really love the dude to get a better agent. And possibly better taste, but I realise that's a tougher ask. Seriously, it's been too long since he was in something majorly cool. I'm grateful to him, at least, for not making terrible music on the side. And I still have a lot of his back catalogue to get through, some of it even good, so there will be more insanity. Until then!

[pinkeoni]

The over-the-shoulder (OTS) shot is used to “capture the perspective of the subject whose shoulder the camera is placed behind.”

So that means when we get shots like this:

It means we are being shown how Mike sees Will from his perspective— as a beautiful, blinding pillar of light.

[booksandpaperss]

“I’m just a little worried that Mike has to have a whole gay realization arc all in the last season”- YALL. PAY ATTENTION THATS WHAT HES BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME:

Season 2: Mike is unaware of what his feelings mean but knows how much he cares about Will, legit spends the whole season being in love with him. By the end at the showball he realizes that somethings up, he doesn’t rlly understand what but he can tell something feels different and he doesn’t like it. Cue part 1 of his realization arc; subconscious denial

Season 3: Subconscious denial is rapidly turning to conscious denial, and at the start of the season we see Mike is in part 2 of his realization arc; a severe case of internalized homophobia. He cycles through it all the way to his absolute lowest point in part 2 (rain fight) and then he slowly comes back from it just a little bit. Then, at the end of the season, we see Mike shift onscreen from part 2 to part 2.5; conscious realization and fear. At this point Mike is halfway through his internalized homophobia arc. He KNOWS how he feels, but it still terrifies him. He grapples with this in the time period between s3 and 4.

Season 4: Ah yes, the penultimate season. The season that sets up endgame. The season that has an *entire gay road-trip plot line dedicated to byler*. This season is part 3 for Mike; acceptance. At first glance you miss it if you’re not looking, since s4 byler was almost entirely from Will’s lovely but very biased POV as he was also going through his own gayangstTM arc at the same time, but all it takes is a second glance to see that it’s there. At the start of the season Mike is on the very last, very flimsy legs of denial, and reuniting with Will again after not speaking for months is what catapults him into the acceptance chunk of his arc. In almost every cali crew scene, we see Mike slowly get closer and closer to total acceptance. We see him accept that he doesn’t love El the way he’d originally thought, he accepts that he loves Will the way he thought he was supposed to love El, and by the van scene, Mike is soso close to accepting that both of these things are okay.

Close being the key word here. Will accidentally throws him off again in volume 2, so Mike’s realization arc isn’t fully concluded yet, things are still very messy and season 5 has a lottt to address. But that’s the THING; season 5, as far as byler goes, actually only needs (for the most part ofc) to address development and realizations that have already happened. A lot of the fandom is really underestimating how much Mike suspects and has realized, at least about himself, and that’s where I think most of the remaining byler doubt is coming from (not including Twitter, we don’t count byler Twitter they do not know shit abt what’s going on 💀).

But that worry is unnecessary! Some of you guys don’t realize how perfect of a plot device Vecna is. I’m saying this as a writer: He’s like a writers dream bc you can basically tell viewers what’s happening in a character’s psyche while still maintaining “show don’t tell.” Bc now? All the writers rlly have to do to start canonifying Mike’s gay realization that has, once again, already happened, is have vecna target him! And they’ve clearly been planning that if that several billion hints in s4 and 3 and EVEN 2 AND 1 are anything to go by 👀👀

Guys, Mike’s *realization* arc is practically FINISHED. The duffers and writers have just been hiding it this whole time by not giving us any Mike POV in s3 or 4 bc they couldn’t confirm Mike before confirming Will, that would make byler endgame wayy too obvious they had to sneak it in there.

But it’s there, and it’s happened. The only thing WE have to worry about now is preparing ourselves for the sheer level of angst that is going to be Mike’s internalized homophobia plot line getting confirmed… I rlly don’t think we’re ready for that. I know IM not 😭

[adelacreations]

Truly even if Dustin, Lucas and Mike got upset with Steve about sending Max home with her brother. If anything, it should be pointed out that they knew her for what?

A week?

And they brought her into a situation where she could potentially get seriously hurt or DIE. Looking at Mike too honestly cause he witnessed soliders getting killed in the hospital. Scientists and BOB getting murdered by demodogs.

[aemiron-main]

going insane because the s5 mike death flags are aligning exactly with my gay mike analysis + his narrative as a character and what he represents and how we can use that to demonstrate whats going to happen to him in s5 and why gay mike is a core part of mike’s arc as a character and resolution of the narrative and metaphors of st +  then that’s also tying into my music analysis and oh my god i just need to finish this analysis but there’s So Much to say  its all coming together. though. the math is mathing. 

[elekinetic]

Who would want to confess first, Will or Mike? Do you prefer for it to be the on a whim, accidental type confession during an angsty fight OR a mutual realization, soft/fluffy type confession? Why? :)

Hope you have a great day!

hello anon! i hope you have a great day too :)

frankly i think will already has confessed first. once mike realizes that el didn't commission the painting, he's gonna put the pieces together. slowly, very slowly, but together nonetheless.

id do it like: mike finds out about painting. feels weird, also gets pissed abt will lying. will+mike fight 2: electric boogaloo (abt the painting). breaks bad. theyre not necessarily on speaking terms. mike has time to think (like episode long type time), still in a lot of turmoil but calming down a little. group mission, will gets in serious danger. once he's saved, mike just like...holds him. has his "i can't lose you" moment. that's mike's confession.

[nicxxx5]

i think about the fact that we technically don't know if mike knows that his sister gave will a burn scar back in s2 all the fucking time

[apomaro-mellow]

Steve let out the greatest sigh he'd ever heaved. "I can't believe I have to fuck him."

Robin's head whipped to him so fast like he just said he was gonna jump off a building. "You don't have to."

"No I'm gonna", Steve said, eyes not leaving Eddie. He was biting his thumb like he couldn't wait to get alone with him.

Robin looked back at Eddie, who was filling up his plate with things from the picnic table. "I don't see it."

"Because you're a lesbian."

"With taste. And standards. I mean what exactly has got you twirling your hair right now?"

"I mean look at him!"

Eddie had a plate in one hand that already had an open burger on it. The fingers of his other hand danced like they were trilling a piano as he was deciding on what to put on the plate next. He grabbed some chips on the side and then placed the plate down to figure out what he condiment he wanted.

Eddie put his hand on his chin like it was the utmost important decision. Then he grabbed the mayo and the mustard in one hand and squeezed them in a swirl.

"You gonna kiss him with must-ayo breath?", Robin snickered.

"I wish I was that burger", Steve said as he watched Eddie sink his teeth into it. Steve bit his lip while Eddie was licking som stray sauce off his fingers and Robin felt uncomfortable.

"Um, do you, Eddie, and the burger want some privacy."

If Steve was being honest, he didn't fully trust himself to be alone in a room with just Eddie and whatever he was currently feasting on.

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Eddie wasn't drunk. He wasn't even buzzed. No this particular evening, he was simply loopy on lack of sleep. He'd meant to go to bed, honest. But an idea popped into his mind and things kept adding in a delicious stew of inspiration and he just stayed up all night.

When Steve heard that, he nearly cursed him out for driving like that to his house.

"We were supposed to meet today, Steeeeve."

"It could've waited."

"Hmm, one doesn't make the king wait."

Eddie collapsed onto his couch and Steve thought he might conk out right away, but he was valiantly staying awake. Steve sat next to him and thought he might wait to see just in case Eddie fell asleep in the next 15 seconds.

Instead, Eddie reached out slowly with his pointer finger and booped Steve's nose. "It's so pointy", he said in a croaky voice. "Bet the girls loved that."

Steve snorted. "What?"

"When you ate 'em out."

"Dude!", Steve laughed. Eddie was always pretty candid, but this was another brand.

Then Eddie began to draw circles on Steve's face with his finger, all while drawing out that croaky sound before saying "Phooone hoooome."

Steve giggled and Robin finally spoke up from the loveseat.

"Yeah, I'm still here. But you know, movie night can wait or whatever."

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Steve's hands were in his face as he sat on the edge of his bed. Robin was patting his back reassuringly.

"There, there."

"It's just... Robin you should've seen him."

"I've seen him, babe."

"Not like this he was just-he was so into it!"

Steve had gone to pick up Eddie from the Wheeler's. He figured he'd find the other either with Mike, or maybe even Nancy. But no. Eddie had been in the backyard, in the middle of a very intense game of pretend with Holly. It had taken Steve everything not to strip and beg Eddie to give him his own babies.

"Have I...always been this much of a slut?", Steve asked.

Robin thought for a second before answering. "Yyyeah. But also, you've always been a goofball. Now that I think about it, you and Nancy had kinda an opposites attract thing. But maybe you don't need to opposite. You need someone as silly as you."

"Steve!", Eddie nearly crashed through his door. "We're making a blanket fort downstairs, you in?"

Steve rubbed his face and looked to Robin, admitting defeat with his eyes and then looked to Eddie. "Yeah. I really do."

[catherinnn]

I thought of this at work today and I couldn't stop laughing: Imagine Dustin having an older sister who's back from college. So when they need a sub for Hellfire, he asks her because she's the one that taught him how to play in the first place. As soon as she walks in Eddie's brain short-circuits because "Jesus H. Christ Henderson, why didn't you tell me your sister was my dream girl?!?!? I would've at least brushed my hair!"

Que Dustin not sure whether he should be disgusted because his sister keeps flirting with his DM all night or excited because there is now a very strong possibility Eddie could become his brother-in-law now.

Roll for Initiative eddie munson x henderson!reader warnings: nothing much really, just fluff overall. eddie self-doubts for just a second, no use of y/n, cursing. a/n: thank you so much for requesting! I really hope you like it. reblogs and comments are very very appreciated. 2.2k words masterlist

“So,” Mike starts talking, Dustin takes notice of his sarcastic tone. “Who the fuck do we know that secretly plays D&D and would want to sub for Lucas”

“Um, well…” but before Dustin can get a word out Mike interrupts him.

“I mean, we’re fucked! Eddie’s gonna hate us and kick us out of Hellfire!”

“Dude-“

“No Dustin, I’m serious! I’m gonna kill Lucas and all his stupid new friends”

“Mike! Do you remember what I told you earlier? About my sister?”

“Uh… no?” he confesses.

“Honestly! Do you ever listen to me?!” Dustin claims angrily. “What I told you is that she’s coming back home. And she used to play, dude!”

“Are you serious?” Mike exclaims, unable to believe their luck. He asks “When does she get here?”

--

Dustin's heart pounds with anticipation as he waits at the doorstep. It had been months since he last saw you, and he couldn't wait to catch up.

And as your mom’s car pulls into the driveway, Dustin cannot contain his excitement. He rushes to greet you, nearly stumbling over his own feet in his haste. You step out of the car, a weary smile on your face as you spot your little brother.

"Dustin!" you exclaim, opening your arms for a hug. "You've gotten even taller since I last saw you."

“You think so?” he asks with hope.

“Oh right? He’s turning into a whole handsome tall man already!” your mom butted into the conversation and you both cringe at her choice of words.

“Ugh, I missed you!” you hug him again and he laughs.

Once you’re inside the house, Dustin wastes no time in bombarding you with stories of his D&D campaigns. He told you about the epic battles and the incredible DM the club has. You make a mental note to tease Steve as soon as you see him since he’s no longer Dustin’s coolest older friend.

“That club sounds so fun!”

"Do you think... would you want to join our club as a sub?" he asks eagerly. "We're short one person since Lucas joined the dark side”

You frown in confusion and he explains. “He’s in the football team”

“Really?” you ask surprised.

“Yeah…” he sounds disappointed. “Anyway, would you help us? Please”

“You’re sure they won’t mind?”

“They would be so thankful if you help us beat Eddie’s ass”

“Okay, sure then” you agree laughing.

--

“Come on! We’re gonna be late!” Dustin shouts from the living room waiting impatiently for you.

“I’ve been ready for like ten minutes, you’re the one who’s taking so long” you answer calmly, not knowing what all the fuss is about.

Meanwhile in the drama room in Hawking’s High…

“Alright gentlemen, are we ready to start?” Eddie says as he walks in.

“Umm no, Dustin’s not here yet” Mike stops him.

“Well, where is he?”

“He’s probably arriving any time now”

“Wheeler, we don’t have all day-“ Eddie starts complaining but the door opening abruptly interrupts him. An agitated Dustin walks in and starts apologizing, but Eddie’s not listening to him.

The club leader still frozen mid-sentence, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he laid eyes on you, standing by the door. He stumbled over his words, his thoughts are silent but screaming at the same time. Suddenly, the room seemed smaller, the air thicker, as if a spell had been cast upon him.

However, you’re still oblivious to the effect you had over him.

“Soo, who’s this?” Gareth finally asks after waiting for Eddie to ask that question, but he was not even moving.

“Oh, this is my sister” Dustin starts introducing you. Eddie’s trance is broken when he hears your name, the prettiest name he’s ever heard. “She’ll sub for Lucas”

“She will?” Eddie asks with a hint of hope in his voice. All of the sudden hoping Lucas won’t be able to join Hellfire ever again.

The rest of the boys are waiting expectantly for Eddie to ask you all types of question until he finds an unsatisfying enough answer and he’ll decide you can’t sub. But he never does. So Gareth starts asking if you even know how to play D&D.

“Sure she does, she was the one who taught me how to play in the first place” your brother steps in.

You tell the boys your level in the game and for some reason they all seem surprised. They start murmuring among each other. But you notice how the boy on the big throne leans over to your brother to whisper something. You play dumb and walk closer to them.

"Jesus H. Christ Henderson, why didn't you tell me your sister was my dream girl? I would've at least brushed my hair!" He whispers-shouts and a smile starts forming on your face.

You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t called your attention. His big puppy eyes, all the rings on his hand. You don’t know why he says that about his hair, you thought it looked really good like that.

At any rate, you take a seat next to your brother, which just so happens to also be next to Eddie. Happy coincidence. And you start playing, Eddie sets the scene. He makes you imagine every single little detail so you feel like you’re actually there. He makes different voices for each character which makes you giggle. He even stands up, or leans over on the table, he talks to every single one of you, not forgetting about anyone. It’s mesmerizing to see him like this.

“I love how passionate you get” you comment and it makes him smile so hard.

He noticed before, every time he would change the tone in his voice to imitate a character, you’d laugh, and now he keeps changing voices just to hear it again.

“Give me the gold! He says. Or I’ll set my hungry wolves free, right this second!” Eddie acts and without failing he’s able to hear your snorts. It distracts him in the best way possible. “You have an adorable laugh” he tells you with a smirk.

This obviously makes you giggle once more, this time with a pink blush decorating your cheeks. “Thanks, it’s just- you’re cute making all the voices”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to blush and smile once more.

Dustin notices this exchange —all of the other boys did— but he can’t decipher how he feels about it. On the one hand, he feels a little jealous and uncomfortable that you two keep flirting. But on the other hand, it would be really cool to have Eddie as his brother in law.

However, the game continues and so does the places Eddie takes you all to in your minds. So much so that at one point you start getting dizzy.

“Wait, where are we again?” you ask.

“In the mountains near the lake” Gareth answers.

“Are we close to the palace?”

“No no, the palace is behind the woods” Mike explains now. They have more of an advantage than you do, they've been playing this campaign for weeks now.

“Wh- Do you have a map?” You finally ask Eddie and he nods passing it to you.

“Here’s the palace” he comes closer and signals on the map, “and here is where you are”

“Oh, okay”

“You know, if you’re still lost I can stick around to guide you” he whispers giving the closeness.

“Well, you’re the bad guy here,” you argue imagining you’re still inside the game. “How do I know you won’t try to kill me?”

“Me?” he gasps acting offended. “I would never!”

“You already killed Jeff!” you accuse him.

“Yeah, but he’s not half as pretty as you are. I’d miss you too much” he makes sure he’s whispering very close to you now, just because if Jeff heard him he’d start acting offended. Just because of that… no other reason.

“Can we keep playing now? My mom will be here in like ten minutes to pick me up” Mike complains.

Those ten minutes fly by. Before you even realize it, Mike’s mom is honking in her car to hurry him up. And so you finish for the day, starting to gather all your things.

“You know, you owe me a pencil” you tell Eddie.

“Oh really? Why’s that?” he asks playfully.

“I only borrowed it to you! I did not gift it!”

“So you’re calling me a thief? First a killer and now a thief? Glad to know you think so badly of little old me”

“I didn't just called you that!” you say in you defence and he makes confused face, signalling you to continue talking. “I also said you’re cute. You’re a really cute thief and killer”

He starts laughing. “Are you always this charming, or is it just when I'm around?"

“I could ask you the same thing”

“Oh only with you, sweetheart” he promises.

“Me too” you admit a little shyly.

“Yeah?-” he tries to keep flirting but Dustin cuts him off.

“Are you ready? Let’s go”

“Wow, since when are you so eager to leave hellfire?” Eddie notices.

“No reason” he lies, he’s still not sure if all this flirting between you two would be something good or not.

“I think he’s a little jealous his sister is taking all of Eddie’s attention” Gareth teases him.

“No, I’m not!”

“Aw Dusty bun!” Eddie joins in the teasing.

“I’m not jealous! Ask her out for all I care!” he says but regrets it as soon as it left his mouth.

“Really?” Eddie checks in but Dustin is a very proud person, he’s not one to bend. So he nods encouraging his friend.

Good thing you know him like the palm of your hand.

“Let’s go dingus, mom’s probably waiting for us”

Eddie feels this as punch right on his chest. Did he read too much into this? Were you not actually interested? Was it just some playful flirting?

As you walk out the school and into the parking lot. You open the car so your brother can get in but tell him to wait a second, and you walk over to Eddie who was about to get in his van.

“Wait! Thief!” you call him and he turns around. “I think you should, you know… ask me out”

He feels the happiness creeping back into his body. “Yeah? I should?” his playful tone back in his voice. “Would you want to go out with a thief and a murderer?”

“If he’s as cute as you are, then I’d think about it” you make him laugh again.

“How about tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at eight” he proposes.

“I’ll be ready”

“Good”

“Yeah, good” you walk closer to him. “See you tomorrow then” and before leaving, you give him a kiss on his cheek. Hiding your need to kiss him more after seeing his flushed face. You’ll have plenty of time for that tomorrow.

Dustin sees you getting in the car with the biggest smile on your face. “Did you ask him out?”

“Um, yeah… listen-“

“It’s fine, really”

“No, listen. I know that maybe it’s a little uncomfortable to think of one of your best friends going out with me. But I promise I would never do anything to hurt him and make it weird between you two-“

“I know that, and I know he wouldn’t do that either” he interrupts you. “I’m just- I’m worried that I won’t be a priority to you or to him anymore”

“Dustin, are you kidding? You could not be more wrong about that!” you argue. “Imagine this date goes well, we’ll start hanging out at home and watch movies with you, we could go out to eat all together, go to the cinema, anything! You name it!”

And the more he thinks about it that way, the more he loves that idea.

So the next day, he helps you choose your outfit, he tells you which hairstyle will look better and then hurries you up when it’s 7:50 pm and you’re still putting mascara on.

“You look fine already! Amazing even! Grab your jacket cause he’ll be here any minute now!” and as soon as he says that, he recognizes that car outside with the loud metal music, seconds later he hears the door knocking.

“I’ll get it, mom!” he yells so his mother won’t embarrass you.

“No, you won’t. I will” you stop him before he can open the door. “Go back to your comic-book. I’ll be back in a few hours”

And he waits until you get back. 

When you finally do, he’s on the couch watching TV but mutes it as soon as he hears you.

“Hey” he notices the big smile on your face is on again. He also notices your lips are a little puffy and he cringes at that thought.  

“You can go to sleep happily now, the date went amazing” you explain. “God, I think I’m love with him!” you comment as you go up to your room.

“Already?” he judges a little.

But as you promised, the three of you hang out together most of the time. And as long as he looks away when you two kiss or ignores the fact that Eddie’s spending the night in your room after you all catch a movie and order some pizza. He’s really happy that you two found each other.

[artaxlivs]

Were they kidding with this bullshit? Like, seriously? So many gates opening up to different dimensions now that there were too many for Supergirl to close and this? This is what they got? Fuck this. Seriously.

"Are you a virgin?" Mike asked like the total little dickhead he is.

"So what if I am? Aren't you? And the rest of your little friends?" Eddie sniped back at the rude little bastard but then, he blanched, "actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

Why did this have to be happening when Eddie was on a perimeter check?

Mike rolled his eyes like he couldn't believe how ridiculous Eddie was being, "Dumbass, we're children. Unicorns never go to innocent children in fairy tales. Because we're all innocent. They go to innocent adults. Virgins." He put far too much emphasis on the word because he is, as mentioned, a little dickhead.

"Listen, fuck you and the unicorn you rode in on. I'm not fucking innocent. I've done...things. Things I'm not gonna tell you about!" Eddie sputtered, crossing his arms and almost losing his precarious balance on the tree branch.

He needed to be careful because there was a unicorn circling underneath him. And not the beautiful, ethereal kind. It was beautiful, sure, but it had blood all over his muzzle and splattered across it's chest and on it's front hooves. Probably from the last virgin it had tracked down in god knows what dimension and trampled slash eaten to death. It's eyes were blazing red fire and it had fangs. Fangs. Fuck. That.

Eddie heard Steve sighing and then he flailed an arm from Eddie's tree branch to Robin and said, "It can't be trying to get you because you're a virgin, it's not going anywhere near Robin!"

The girl in question squeaked. Her ears and cheeks went bright red. All three of them turned to look at her.

"Wait, what? Was it you know who? From the...? You didn't tell me? When did you...?" Steve asked cryptically, shedding absolutely no light on who Buckley was knocking boots with.

"Yes after we met at the...place." Robin supplied lamely and then bared her teeth and said through them, "After. But before we went back in to fight Henry slash Vecna slash One." She shrugged and let out a hysterical sounding giggle. "It was...End of the World Sex. Just in case, you know?"

"Ohhhh I'm so proud of you!" And oddly, Steve really did sound proud. Which was weird. Eddie was pretty sure Robin was gay which meant the caginess was in reference to a girl but the fact that Steve was so supportive was a little suprising.

Without actively thinking about the repercussions, Eddie's mouth decided to test that theory, "Well damn, wish I'd have thought of that. Steve - want to deflower me so this unicorn leaves me alone?" The hysterical giggle Eddie let out rivaled Robin's.

Slowly Steve turned back to him but before he could reply, Mike scoffed, "You are his type. Skinny, big bushy hair, big eyes, you and Nancy both talk like everyone is just waiting to listen to you to speak." He rolled his eyes, "Annoying."

"Rude!" Eddie tilted his head thoughtfully, "You know what though? I'm fine with it. Nancy Wheeler is a badass and I want to be her when I grow up. Or when I get down from this tree." Eddie cringed, staring down as the unicorn stopped and looked up, one of it's flaming eyes bore into him. It neighed, shaking it's gorgeous mane but also splattering little droplets of blood everywhere.

Gross. So gross.

"Huh. Now that you mention it..." Robin stared up at Eddie thoughtfully, "I totally see it."

Steve just dragged his hand down his face and glared at the angry unicorn, "Okay, we need a real plan because Eddie isn't coordinated enough to have sex in a tree." He put his hands on his hips like a baseball mom wondering if she brought enough orange slices and Shastas for the whole team. "Do we know any other adult virgins to lure this one away?"

Mike snorted, "Those are probably more rare than the unicorn.'

Eddie flipped him off, "You're rolling at disadvantage on all charisma and persuasion checks for the rest of time."

"We'll have to find a new DM when the unicorn gores you anyway," Mike shrugged. "Whatever."

Then he wandered off. Just walked away, like Eddie wasn't two feet away from being mauled by a feral beast who's name was probably Glitter Sparkle or some shit. What a dickhead.

Looking away from the unicorn, Eddie watched Robin wave Steve over and whisper to him. They had a hushed conversation for several minutes while Eddie yelled things like, "Wanna share with the class?" and "Good friends don't make shitty plans in secret!" But they ignored him. Bastards.

Until Steve turned to the tree and asked, "By 'things' what do you mean?"

What?

"Harrington, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you've done 'things' but not had sex. What things?" Steve brushed a hand through his miraculously still perfect hair, and sighed, obviously frustrated, "We're trying to figure out what the unicorn considers virginity. Robin's never..." He petered off and glanced back at her and then over at Mike who was half way down the block with his radio out, sitting on a bench with his back to them, probably telling everyone that Eddie still had his V card. Traitor.

He was too far away for them to hear his conversation so he was probably too far for theirs.

Robin cleared her throat. "I've never had, you know, penetrative sex. Just...um...uh...third base!" She squeaked again and then covered her face with her hands.

"You're being extremely weird about sex talk while a blood covered unicorn is stalking me like a jungle cat!" Eddie informed her. "Oral. Just say oral sex, you weirdo!"

"Ok fine!" She shouted, "I've given and reciprocated oral sex! Jesus." Then she crossed her arms and grumbled under her breath, tapping one foot on the grass.

Eddie couldn't help it. He laughed with glee. "Was she cute?"

Robin sputtered, mouth dropping in shock.

What? Did she think she was a subtle lesbian? Because she wasn't. Not at all. Her high tops had boobs drawn on them like some twelve year old boy just hitting puberty. He rolled his eyes.

Steve looked up at Eddie then. His eyebrows were arched in that way they get when he's thinking up a plan. They're not always good plans but he carries them out and everyone usually lives so, Eddie could do worse. "Well - Big Boy?" Steve's lips twitched in a smile at using Eddie's nickname for him. "I'm guessing when you said you've done 'things,' you were lying?"

"Yeah, duh." Eddie retorted, snapping in his irritation and mounting fear. Mounting, ha. Like a horse and like sex. Mounting. He bit his lip to contain the very poorly timed giggle.

Robin rolled her eyes, grabbed Steve's arm and gave him a severe 'be careful' look and then hustled over to where Mike was sitting. When Steve tucked his bat into his backpack and started to creep around the tree, he realized she was giving them privacy. Holy shit.

The unicorn didn't even acknowledge Steve's presence as he skirted around it and climbed the tree, grunting and complaining under his breath how nobody better call him the Virginsitter because he swears to God. Then the rest of his grumbling got lost, buried under the sound of Eddie's heart pounding in his ears.

Holy shit.

And that's how Eddie lost his mythically constructed virginity in a tree to Steve Harrington who was apparently bisexual and very, very good at blowjobs.

Neither of them even noticed which way the unicorn went.

[vodkababy]

barbie girl ｡˚ ⋆꒰ა♡໒꒱⋆ ˚｡ 🎀🍉

mike wheeler x doll collector! fem reader

smut. this is fucking nasty so if u guys dont like mike wheeler smut just s c r o l l ♡♪

age pairing : 17-18

warnings : none

the exchange of looks and stares between you and a classmate of yours in chemistry bubbled across the hallway. you had taken an interest towards this boy, “wheeler” as you called him. his glare towards you always sent chills to your spine. or even to your throbbing— we aren’t there yet.

it wasn’t a joke that he was hot. he was really hot for a nerd. his fingers always got your panties in a bunch. his nose— oh god don’t even get started with his nose. his nose is perfect and to think of it, his curls were cute.

you guys were partnered up for a project and he had to come to your house to finish, and that’s how he ended up in your room, admiring your collection.

mike considered himself a gentleman, a respectable boy, but boy did he reconsider those words as soon as he saw what you were wearing. half of the time he was over, he was either talking to you or staring at your hardened nipples under your shirt due to the cold temperature of your ac.

“you collect barbies?”

“yeah.”

“don’t you think they’re kind of uh.. creepy? imagine sleeping and first thing you see when you wake up is a doll.”

“i don’t think so. they’re quite pretty to me, to be honest”

“i don’t really have a collection. i play dungeons and dragons.”

his fingers lingered on your barbie doll that you were quite fond of. your malibu barbie. a wave of confidence washed over you.

you had remembered the lingerie set you bought a couple of months ago on impulse. it wasn’t like you were actually planning to fuck someone. you weren’t a virgin. you had taken a few polaroids of yourself wearing the dainty pink lace panties and the bra that was almost spilling your huge breasts.

“i’ve got a barbie you can play with.”

mike felt his cheeks go red. what was she implying? immediately, dirty thoughts went onto his pretty head. he had always thought that y/n l/n was hot, first of all, she was a cheerleader. she was pretty. he just chose to ignore those lingering feelings he had because he didn’t want a relationship.

“is this gonna be a one time thing?” he asked. they were both slowly closing the gap between them, feeling their hot breaths on each other. “it’s up to you, mike.” slowly sliding down her own straps of her pink gingham tank top.

“i don’t want it to be a one time thing.”

“so do i.”

those words made him push over the edge, as you pushed him to your bed and straddled him on top, grazing your fingers on the evident bulge in his jeans. he pulled you to his face and you guys started to make out.

you unbutton his shirt while his hands were fondling your thighs, later you came to unzip his jeans and later his underwear, leaving him completely unclothed. he went to pull your tank top until you stopped him.

“ah ah ah. you don’t get to touch me.”

“come on y/n. please let me touch you—“

“you have to work for it, baby”

feeling defeat, you had tied mike onto your bed posts. your bed didn’t look any different to your barbies’ clothes. it was all styled in pink and lace.

you teasingly take your shorts off. leaving you in your sheer pink panties that made mike drool at the sight of your pussy. sitting beside him, you slowly pull your panties showing him your glistening core.

“i wanna touch you so bad, barbie girl.”

“good things come to those who wait, ken.”

you unclipped your bra revealing your tits. mike watched your breasts move with a slack jaw, the tip of his dick having a shade of an angry red. of course, you didn’t fail to see that so you did him a favor.

“you’re so big mike” “how will you fit in me?” you showered him with praises that didn’t fail to make him moan as your fingers were wrapped around his cock with your spit coated in it.

you crawl on top of him, only for his mouth to be met with your cunt. immediately he latched his mouth onto your pussy, and licked a stripe up, leaving you shuddering with his touch. kitten licks turned into big licks. big licks turned into sucking. the sucking turned into him plunging his tongue in and out your throbbing core, making you catch your high and throw your head back in pleasure.

mike grabbed onto your hips to support you, further, his hands started to dig onto your supple skin. “m-mike— i’m close- oh god” the overstimulation made you feel weak. you eventually started grinding on his face. it had only been a few minutes yet this boy had made you come more than 2 times. you felt yourself release, him lapping up your juices with his tongue.

you pulled off his mouth and collapsed on the other side of the bed. “you alright?” he asked. he sat up and looked at you, noticing your chest was heaving up and down.

“i have an idea.”

“well, we can make that idea happen if you untie me.”

“oh i will.”

you had grabbed your lipstick shaped vibrator from the drawer of your nightstand, mike parting his lips in shock of all the toys you have hidden in your drawer. you quickly untied his wrists from the posts of your bed, him immediately getting on top of you and starting to kiss you.

“what are we gonna do with that little toy of yours?”

“use it on me, please.”

“mmh, what if i don’t wanna?”

“i don’t take no for an answer pretty boy.”

next thing you know, you were sprawled in your bed. legs parted wide and mike dragging the vibrator across your pussy. “o-oh! oh my god- fuck!” you said gripping the sheets. he had increased the speed of the toy, making you buck your hips unconsciously. surprisingly you squirt. (bye wtf im crying how does squirting even work)

“oh god, you’re a squirter-“ “shut up!”

“i wanna fuck you even more now”

“then do it mike”

he had lined his cock up your pussy and started to ease himself in slowly. he starts to pound in your pussy in a controllable speed, then it goes faster. faster until you feel like your back was going to break after all that arching. you could even see the tip of his cock visibly inside your womb.

“shit— you feel so good barbie.”

“faster- faster- please baby”

loud moans were heard across the room. you were thankful that your parents were away this week for a vacation in italy. if your parents were home, god you would’ve been grounded for half the year.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“can i um— ask you something? its- its more of a favor but like—“

“what is it?”

“could you uh— ride me.”

you looked at him with a surprised look painted on your face. you didn’t expect him to ask you for a favor like that, as if you weren’t the one who started this fuck session with him. his cheeks were red out of embarrassment, you smiled as soon as you saw his face and agreed with his “favor”.

you flip each other’s positions, leaving him under you. you sink onto his dick, firstly, moving your hips back and forth, ending up with you vigorously bouncing on him.

his moans were loud. he was whining like a bitch, showering you with praises like “y/n you’re so good..” “so fucking beautiful” “you feel so great oh god—“ he felt himself slowly reaching his high. he didn’t have a condom on. “y-y/n i’m about to cum.” he spoke so softly.

“i didn’t put a condom on”

“it’s okay, you can do it inside.”

those words pushed him over the edge, releasing inside of you. as soon as you felt his cum inside you, the knots inside were erupted.

you collapsed on to the other side of the bed looking at him. his eyes shut and his lips parted, chest heaving.

“that was nice” you said. just so that the silence wasn’t so awkward.

“yeah. you know, i’ve always liked you.”

“you did?”

“yeah.” he said. kissing your lips softly. it wasn’t like anything you had done just a few seconds ago. it was a sweet kiss. the ones you share with pure love in it.

you guys were totally fucked up the next day tho, you had forgotten about the reason why he was even over at your house.

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

Pool Day | for @steddiemicrofic's April prompt

pairing: steddie (duh) | word count: 1,987 | rated: T | on AO3

“Thanks for having us, Steve Dear,” Mrs. Henderson greets, stepping through the front door after Dustin barrels in and handing him a huge covered bowl of potato salad.

Steve grins at her, taking the dish, “It’s no trouble at all Ms. H; thanks for bringing this, you know it’s my favorite.”

“Of course, hon!”

“Claudia!” Joyce calls from the living room, “Come help me settle this.”

“There’s nothing to settle!” Hop argues in return.

Steve snorts out a laugh, “Good luck, Ms. H.”

Claudia sighs, shakes her head, and heads into the fray.

Steve goes the opposite way, dropping the bowl off in the fridge with the other lunch cookout ingredients Wayne and Hopper will be starting in on in only a couple hours now, grabs a bottle of water for Robin, and follows Dustin’s route back outside to the patio.

It’s a clear, warm, sunny day in the late summer of ‘86. The whole ‘other dimension survivors’ party is in attendance at Steve’s place for the day; Hop, Joyce, Karen, Claudia now, and even Wayne are staying inside in the A/C, the kids are in the pool, and all but the one of the ‘older kids’ are lounging around on the Harringtons’ sun chairs.

Argyle in particular is soaking up the UV rays.

Jon is burning to a crisp under his and Nancy’s umbrella.

It’s Eddie, however, that’s been in the pool practically all morning, and is currently hyping himself up to do… something.. off Steve’s creaky, probably dry-rotted, diving board.

He does look good up there; drenched head to toe with his hair pushed back from his face like that. If he wasn’t covered in pool water, Steve would want to lick him.

…okay, he probably still would.

Robin elbows him as if she can read the thoughts straight from his brain.

”Shut up.” he grumbles out the corner of his mouth, sitting on his previously vacated chair beside her and passing over the water.

She just snorts at him in return, taking the bottle from him and going back to her book..

”Eddie, dude, it can’t be done.” Mike groans, “If I can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

”He’s got an 82 percent chance of landing flat on his stomach.” Erica states.

“It’s gotta be higher than that.” Max says, “I’d give it 93 percent.”

“Never.. tell me the odds.” Eddie declares from atop his perch. The board creaks when he shifts his weight.

His eyes keep darting from the end of the diving board to the clear, blue water beyond it, and back again.

Steve calls across the backyard, “What’s it he’s trying to do?”

“He says he can do two whole flips before he hits the water.” El says, piping up from where she is laying on a towel on the far side of the patio next to Max.

Steve grimaces, “Does he now?”

”…He’s gonna die.” Dustin says. “Again.”

Lucas is the one to go to bat for their DM, ”Give him a chance, dude, he says he’s done this before.”

“See, you say that, but we all know how uncoordinated he is. Can you bellyflop to death? ‘Cause that’s how he’s ‘bout to go.”

“Don’t fuck this up, Eds, I’m not CPR certified anymore.” Steve calls from his spot beside Robin who leans in immediately to whisper, “What are you doing? If he dies you can give him mouth-to-mouth!”

Steve blinks once at her, turning back to Eddie who’s still hyping himself up for his promised double-flip. “Never mind, I remembered it!”

Eddie breaks from his focus on the board in front of him to give Steve an exasperated, questioning look. Steve winks in return, making the sunburn on Eddie’s skin burn brighter.

He’ll get the hint(s, there’s been multiple) eventually… hopefully.

The advice starts coming from all sides; “C’mon, man just do it already!”

“Yeah, Are ya gonna go or what?”

“Let him work up to it!”

“You work up to it.”

“That’s it, you’re going down, Wheeler.”

“You’re never gonna go are you?” Max yells, ignoring the scuffle starting up between Will and Mike

“Do a run-up!” Dustin suggests, and Steve stops that one in its tracks.

“No! No running around the pool!”,

Nancy chimes in, not looking up from her magazine. “Just don’t die, Eddie.”

”And what, desert all you losers? What’d you even do without me?”

“He’s got a point,” Erica concedes, deadpan, “Who would we watch hurt themselves if you weren’t around.”

“Alright, alright, alright, shut up, I’m going.” Eddie says, waving his arms around, “In three…two…one!”

And he does. He goes for it, bounding off the end of the board, completing exactly one and a half turns, and landing stomach-first onto the surface of the water.

Sympathetic hisses of pain and grimacing ‘Oohs’ erupt around the pool as Eddie sinks into the water.

To his credit though, he manages to stand on his own soon afterwards.

Steve calls out to him, “You okay, Eds?”

“I think I’m gonna need that mouth-to-mouth, big guy.” Eddie groans, then flops face-first back into the water dramatically, much to the amusement of the gathered peanut gallery.

“What a doofus, why do I have a crush on him again?” Steve asks Robin in a low voice as he stands from his chair.

Robin sets her book down on her lap, counting out on her fingers without looking up at him: “Big hair, big eyes, big smile, bigger heart.”

“Ah, yep, that’ll do it.” he nods, then drops down off the edge of the pool into the water. “Alright, dumbass, that’s enough pool for you.”

He wades over to Eddie, still floating face-down on the surface of the water, and scoops him up in a bridal carry.

“Blegh…” He feigns death, letting his tongue loll out the side of his mouth. The backs of Eddie’s arms and the very ends of his hair trail along the rippling surface of the water when he lets his head and arms flop backward, bonelessly out of Steve’s hold.

Steve rolls his eyes and drops his arms just enough to submerge him again. His yelp of surprise is muffled when he goes under, much to the delight of the rest of the party.

But Steve gets his arms under him again quickly; Eddie scrambles for a hold around his neck while continuing to splutter, spitting out a mouthful of pool water and pushing the hair off his face to reveal his now-red face.

Steve smirks cheekily down at Eddie’s murderous glare, wrapping his arms tighter around the other man. He walks through the shallows back to the pool steps with Eddie still in his arms (“You bringing me to a chair, Stevie?”), climbs up the first one, then stops.

He looks down at a now confused Eddie (“What? What’s wrong?” he asks, looking around for something what it was that made Steve stop.), smirks mischievously, then, before he can parse out what’s about to happen, Steve twists around and tosses Eddie back into the water.

His flailing limbs just barely miss Mike’s head (Oops, sorry Mike,), the resulting splash hitting at least four of the five gremlins still in the water.

Grinning widely at the others’ laughs, Steve hurries up the stairs and around to the side of the pool closest to where Eddie fell, looking down at him over the edge as he re-emerges from the water, spluttering and coughing, and flips his bangs haphazardly up off his forehead.

“What happened, Eds? One minute you were safe in my arms, and the next, you were back in the water! It’s the strangest thing.” Steve can’t hold back his grin any more than he could his sarcasm, reveling in the murderous glare Eddie is giving him.

Eddie continues to glare, the other kids snickering off to start what sounded like a game of chicken.

“What’s wrong, Teddy, d’ya not like being thrown aroun–” Steve’s awareness of his surroundings kick in a fraction too late; the kids parting out of the way, the smirk that appears on Eddie’s lips a moment before disaster, the somehow still-cold hands that splay and push against the warm skin of his back, sending him toppling over the edge and into the water himself.

Resurfacing to resounding, howling laughter from all sides, Steve similarly flips his hair back and glares at his new nemesis, Robin, standing above him all smug.

“I… hate you.” he tells her, with no real heat behind it.

“Love you too dingus,” she waves and turns back to her chair.

“So whattya say pot, gonna join this kettle in solidarity against the hoard?”

As if he could ever say no to those eyes.

“Sure Eds, hop up.”

And of course, Eddie makes a big deal about it, “What?! Who says I can’t carry you on my shoulders, big boy?”

Steve shrugs, “Okay, squat down and I’ll climb up.”

To his credit, he actually does, letting Steve get situated (and panic silently about where Eddie's head is… 'Ridiculous.' he tells himself.) and standing up, his arms locked around Steve’s shins.

Steve holds his arms out to help keep his balance on Eddie’s shoulders, “Holy shit man, I didn’t think you had it in you!”

Eddie grits out a low “I don’t..” then pitches backwards, sending them both under the water.

Opening his eyes to the burning chlorine, Steve watches the blurry shapes of Eddie’s legs get their bearings on the pool floor once again.

As soon as his feet are settled on the floor, Steve swims forward and around Eddie’s now-kicking legs, the gangly appendages trying futilely to keep him away.

He’s almost out of breath so he clamps a hand on one of Eddie’s knees, using it as an anchor to get behind him and puts his head between the other man’s legs, sitting the backs of Eddie’s thighs squarely down on his shoulders.

He stands, his hair plastered flat to his forehead by the water, and by Eddie’s hands where they hold onto him for dear life.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Eddie says when Steve attempts to shake the hairs off his face, pushing the offending hairs out of his eyes and back up onto the top of head.

Steve tilts his head back as far as he can, looking up at the man on his shoulders.

Eddie’s head blocks out the sun, and it gives him a halo made of sunlight. “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve says, only to Eddie, then faces down the rest of the shitheads. “Alright shitheads, who’s up first?”

Steve and Eddie play against each of the others, some pairs taking longer, some only taking a single shove to get Eddie to topple down into the water.

And each time Steve scoops him back up, Eddie pushes the hairs off his face, scooches his bony butt around to get situated (seriously, how does he sit for any length of time on that thing?!), and gives Steve’s cheek a pat of encouragement before they face off against another round of kids.

Jon and Argyle go up against them once, and it’s the longest round of the afternoon.

Eventually though, about halfway through their chicken tournament, the ‘real’ adults file outside to the Harringtons’ patio table and start up the grill.

By time Jon finally dislodges Eddie from Steve’s shoulders, it’s time to eat.

Eddie’s the last one out of the water, and Steve savors every moment it takes him to trudge up the pool steps, winded, probably aching, but smiling wide, as gorgeous as ever.

“C’mon Stevie,” he huffs, “Let’s get some grub. I’m starving after beating all these twerps.”

“They kicked our asses, Eds.”

“Yeah, but it was fun though, right?” Eddie grins, walking ahead of him to grab, still soaking wet, a handful of (now also soaking wet) hamburger bun.

Steve smiles to himself, watching Dustin and Lucas gang up on him for adding chlorine to their food. “Yeah it was.”

i had to do the fake one too!!

[love-byers]

mike is dismissive of el the whole day and obsessed with their friends

i've posted before about how weird mikes dialogue is in the airport & rink o mania

it seems no matter how many times el says the day is about them and re-directs when he asks about their california life he keeps asking. it's to the point he disregards el and acts disinterested.

we all know he was acting face the whole first day in lenora. but these lines just keep jumping out at me

the first offense:

"Then after burritos I want to go to Rink-O-Mania."

"Rink-O-Mania, okay what's Rink-O-Mania?"

"It's the most fun place in Lenora. They have skating and games--"

"Okay. that sounds awesome. Are your friends gonna meet us there?" (he glances at will when he says "friends" but some ppl will never believe that so whatever)

guys. mike wheeler. the same mike wheeler who an episode before was super pissed with lucas for making new friends. same mike wheeler who was worried he'd lost will to a bunch of new friends. same mike wheeler who worriedly asked will if he'd find a new party. same mike wheeler who was hell bent on not letting max into the party because he was so attached to their friend group.

why does mike wheeler gaf about their california friends?? el says she wants the day to be about her and mike. why would mike not want the day to be about him and el? 1. i think it's because he's not in love with el and was more worried about making will jealous and 2. i think it's because he's trying to take a dig at will, hence why he looks at him when he says friends. "oh yeah, are your friends gonna meet us there? your super nice awesome friends? all the new friends you made without me?"

the second offense:

when they're getting their skates at rink o mania

"Bitchin' right?"

"Yeah, yeah, bitchin', do you come here a lot?"

he is so dismissive of when she says bitchin. she's making a reference to a fun memory and he's just like "yeah, yeah bitchin for sure totally so ANYWAYS do you guys come here a lot? to hang out with people who aren't me?"

ive posted before about how a lot of things mike says feels rehearsed. this is one of them. he was so focused on asking if they go there a lot he completely dismissed el.

and remember how they were last summer. so immersed with each other they didn't care about anyone else. now all of a sudden mike cares about hanging out with her friends?? AND remember he is supposedly madly in love with her.

and two days after this mike is saying he and will should be a team. the two of them.

idk man it's weird

[lucassinclaer]

dustin "if you die, i die" henderson and mike [jumps off a cliff to save dustin] wheeler and el "they cannot save you, jane." "no. but i can save them" and max "we'd be putting a total stranger at risk. a stranger who has no idea what they're up against. i do" mayfield and will "we have bigger things to worry about now" byers and lucas "she's gonna need some back-up" sinclair

they're 11 and they're 12 and they're 13 and they're 14

[buggybambi]

Omg Mae Bae:

you said you wrote for Eddie Munson so totally ignore if not allowed! But I was thinking about Eddie not telling anyone you and him are dating and you stop by the Hellfire Club meeting on valentines Day and everyone is so stunned (maybe like a sunshine reader and Eddie!!)

Just picturing how stunned they'd all be hehe 💗😂

hi love! hope this is good ♡ wc: 470 | nav post - request guidelines

The familiar sound of laughter greeted you as you made your way down the now empty (and suddenly creepier) Hawkins High hallways, down to the theatre club room. The familiar smell of cheap beer and party chips lingered as you stood in front of the door. The "no disturbances, please" sign hung on the oak door didn't apply to you, of course, being the leader's partner, lover, whatever title you were to him.

You knocked three times on the door, something that was a code between you and Eddie. You could hear the muffled voices asking who it was as heavy footsteps seemed to come closer toward the door, you took a step back with a tupperware container in front of you, looking up and down the hallway.

The door barely cracked open, as Eddie grinned once he saw you. "What's the secret password?" He teasingly asks as you pretend think for a second. "You love me and will open the door?" You offer as he shrugs. "Close enough, it was sunshine. What're you doing here?" He questions as he opens the door, leaving it open as he wrapped his arms around your waist, about to pull you close before he noticed the container in between your bodies.

"I know you said your meeting was gonna hold late and I am totally okay with that, but I figured you and your boys needed more of a snack then party chips and soda. So, I made you something. Consider it part one of your Valentine's surprise." You smile, holding the container out for him. He doesn't say anything as he stares at them, before he smiles and places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss.

The romantic moment is spoiled by Garth and Mike letting out their surprise with "oohs". "Munson's got a lover!?" Jeff asks as Garth rolls his eyes. "Clearly. How come we never knew about it?" He asks as Eddie sighs. "They can never keep anything to themselves-" He begins to pull you into the room before you can protest interrupting their game.

"This is my partner not lover you idiot, Y/n." Eddie introduces as you smile. "Hi." You wave a bit, as Mike stares at you. "Wait, you're like.. one of the nicest people I've ever met. You're with him?" The Wheeler boy whose sister you'd known for years asks as you laugh. "Come on, Mike, you make it sound like he's not a good person." You note.

"Yeah, Mike." Eddie sticks his tongue out as you laugh. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight?" You ask. He nods, giving you another sweet kiss and flipping off the other party members before you sneak out the door.

The teasing doesn't stop after you leave, especially when they notice his blushing.

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[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

There Ain't a Soul Thinking About Ted Wheeler

Final Chapter in the Just Married Series

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Bonus / Part 4

Steve Harrington x Wife!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 4.7k

Summary: Steve and the Reader arrive home, but Eddie's not part of the welcoming committee. He shows up later, nervous about the letter they sent home.

Warnings: 18+ MINOR DO NOT INTERACT. A little angst. Food mention. Steddie interaction. P in V. Threesome. Anal (M receiving). Cunnilingus. Fellatio. Baby conception mentions. Creampie. Masturbation (F). Steve's a little dom-ish here. Facesitting. Gentle spanking. Mention of Ted Wheeler during sexy time.

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It's like clockwork, the timing. As soon as Steve pulls the RV into the driveway, everyone else starts showing up. He hasn't even turned the ignition off before the first car pulls in behind it.

First, it's Robin with Max and Lucas in tow, smiles wide on their faces. Next is an old Jeep Cherokee, one that Dustin had gotten for his eighteenth birthday a couple years back, that Mike, El, and Will all pile out of. Nancy and Jonathan pull up the rear, parking on the street in front of the house. There's only one vehicle that's missing.

"Not even thirty seconds back home and we've got company already," Steve chuckles, shaking his head as he turns the ignition off.

"I mean, you could've told them we'd be back an hour or two later if you didn't want them to be here the moment we got back," you reply with a smile. "Besides. Some of the kids can help us unpack everything, and you know Nancy or Jonathan are gonna order us all take-out."

"I guess family is great in that way," he says; his eyes meet yours, soft and shining like the stars.

"And this is our family," you say, scooping his hand into yours. "We picked these weirdos."

His lips pull from his teeth in a wide smile. "Either that, or we were forced into it by circumstance."

Before you can answer him, someone bangs on the passenger side door of the RV; you look to find Dustin, his eyes aglow with excitement as Lucas, Mike, and Will crowd around behind him.

"How was the honeymoon?!" Dustin shouts, the question jumbled in between the greetings from the rest of the boys.

"Come on now," you hear Robin saying as she pulls each of them back. "They just got back. Give them some breathing space."

"It was great," you smile, lowering yourself from the RV as Robin takes your hand to help you down. "We've got quite the haul of souvenirs for you guys, too."

"But you can only have them if you guys help us get our shit inside, okay?" Steve says, coming around the front.

The kids follow him back into the RV, and you look around; Eddie is still missing from the group, though he had said when you guys called him a couple days ago that he'd be here.

Maybe the letter home to him was too much. Maybe you had misjudged and absolutely tanked your friendship with him, and he never wants to see yours or Steve's perverted faces ever again. Your heart sinks at the notion, twisting your guts with regret.

"He got caught up at the garage," Nancy explains, obviously reading the worry on your face. "One of the guys didn't show up, another guy is on vacation. He'll be here as soon as he can."

Part of you feels relieved, even if another part of you is stuck in an ever increasing shame spiral.

In almost no time, the RV is unpacked, and, as predicted, Nancy puts an order in for pizza delivery. The late afternoon passes with stories from the road and the distribution of souvenirs, stories of what happened when you were gone, and everyone's eventual exit.

The sun is setting by the time you and Steve are alone once more, sorting through your luggage in the living room and deciding which clothes are clean and which are going to the laundry.

"Oh, looky here," Steve purrs, and you look over at him; he's holding up the lacy black underwear with his eyes aglow. "We should frame these, really. Just as a momento to remind us of the night we decided to raw dog it for the first time."

"Raw dog it?" you giggle. "That's such a romantic way to phrase 'trying for a baby'."

"Why don't you come over here and we can keep trying?"

Before you can step toward him, however, there's a knock on the front door.

"Hold that thought, stud," you say. "I'm gonna go get the door."

Through the peephole, you spot the tell-tale mane of brown waves and your heart leaps into your throat.

"It's Eddie!" you call to Steve before yanking the door open. "Took you long enough, Munson. Where've you been?"

Eddie's brow crumples, apparently wondering when you became his mother.

You can't help it, your nerves getting the better of you in anticipation that he might admit that your saucy letter home didn't have the effect you wanted. It makes you a little too aggressive, ironically so, given that your current worry is being too aggressive.

"I was at work," Eddie says to you, his gaze shifting all over the place, as if he's afraid to keep eye contact. "And I stopped home for a shower, if that's alright. Being a mechanic is a gross job sometimes."

"I guess," you say quietly, shrugging your shoulders as you fold your arms over your chest.

Silence balloons between you, only broken when you hear Steve finally shuffle forward.

"Hey, buddy," Steve says, apparently oblivious to the tension between you and Eddie. "How's it going? Why don't you come inside?"

You meet Eddie's gaze once more, Steve's phrasing resounding in your head. The pair of you fix your eyes on Steve, who's already turning around to head inside. With a deep breath, you step aside and allow Eddie in, shutting the door behind you.

Steve hadn't bothered putting the panties away, letting them sit in plain sight on the sitting chair next to your suitcase, and you see Eddie eye them with vague interest, his brow arching.

"How was the honeymoon?" he asks, forcing a neutral tone.

This Eddie is the entire antithesis to the one that came to see you off before the honeymoon. He's a little withdrawn, keeping to himself and controlling his volume.

"It was great!" Steve answered. "Did you get our letter?"

It's then you stop walking through the living room, the air itself freezing around you in the wake of that question. This is the moment of truth, your eyes shifting to Eddie as your heartbeat speeds up. Eddie's eyes widen with surprise, and you can't blame him; this is probably not the first thing he wanted to be questioned about when he walked in here. For all either of you know, he was dreading it altogether, about to tell you how uncomfortable it made him.

"So," Eddie says slowly, "you did mean to send that to me, right?"

You glance at Steve, who seems cooler than a cucumber, before looking back at Eddie.

"Yes," you say hesitantly, the word almost pulling up like a question at the end.

"Of course we did," Steve says at the same time, though his answer bleeds confidence.

It's almost like the whole weight of the world sloughs off Eddie's shoulders in that moment. His eyes close in relief as his smile finally makes an appearance, the rest of his body releasing the tension it had been holding since the moment you laid eyes on him not three minutes ago.

"Thank god," he says, rubbing his hands up and down his face.

In turn, your lungs reinflate, trembling a little with your own relief.

"We did have a little think about it," Steve explains, "but we felt right when we sent it."

"I had been back and forth on it since the first time I read it," Eddie says, his gaze bouncing between you and Steve.

"Oh, the first time you read it?" you chuckle. "How many times did you read it, Eds?"

Eddie's cheeks glow pink as he smiles hard.

"Well," he says. "I got it a week ago. I read it when I first opened it. Then I read it again an hour later. Then I read it again when I went to bed. Rinse and repeat for the next six days, you know. When I wasn't fucking myself over it, I thought you guys would regret it and I felt so guilty about it."

"Honestly," you pipe up, "for some reason, I thought it would've been too much because you didn't show up with everyone else today. Like we overstepped a boundary and you were avoiding us."

"Fuck no, babe," Eddie says, stepping closer to you and Steve. "I just got caught up at work. But it's such a fucking relief, knowing that it's okay."

Steve steps closer to Eddie, looking down his nose at him. You know this look. Steve has been aiming it at you since high school.

"Well, now that we've got that settled," Steve says, his voice low and gravelly, "what are you looking to do about it, Munson?"

Eddie matches Steve's energy immediately, tilting his head with a grin.

"I'm looking to fuck you and your wife, Harrington," he replies.

Steve smiles, hooking his finger under Eddie's chin to bring his head forward. Their lips meet, a quick peck at first, each one testing the waters. Eddie glances at you for a moment, and you nod your head. With your permission, Eddie pulls Steve in, his fingers fisted in the fabric of latter's t-shirt. Their mouths open for each other, lips brushing before their tongues slip together.

Watching the hunger they display, you feel a familiar heat pooling between your thighs, laced with something new, something potent. You back up, landing on the end of the couch to watch your husband and best friend make out. Steve cradles Eddie's head like he's always done yours as Eddie's hands encircle Steve's ribs, pulling him flush to his chest. As absorbed as you are in this vision, you barely realize as your hand sneaks into your shorts, slipping under your panties, fingers sliding over your dewy clit in a heartbeat.

"Fuck," you nearly whine, catching the boys' attentions.

"Oh, look at her," Eddie says, still holding Steve to his body. "Did you like that, baby girl? Did you like watching me kiss your husband?"

"God, yes," you breathe, loving the attention almost as much as you did observing.

"Wanna watch some more?"

"Yes!"

"Good," he grins, looking at Steve once more. "Take your shirt off, Stevie. Let's give our girl a show."

Steve chuckles, pulling his t-shirt overhead and tossing it away without another thought; Eddie does the same before taking Steve by the waist and pulling him close. Their mouths meet once more before Eddie's hands start to wander, running along Steve's bare back. Steve's hands slide down Eddie's tattooed chest, his fingertips stopping to flirt with Eddie's nipples.

"Oh, god," Eddie moans into Steve's mouth, his head falling backward with a sigh.

At this, you press a little harder on your clit, knowing just how it feels to have Steve playing with your nipples.

Eddie barely recovers as his open mouth meets Steve's neck, his tongue gliding over the pulse point beneath the freckled flesh. He devours every inch he can, leaving no spot untouched as he works his way to his chest. Eddie's nose nuzzles into the thick hair, trailing the kisses he leaves as he drops to his knees.

Steve watches as Eddie pulls at his belt buckle, making quick work of the button and fly of his jeans before yanking them down. His jaw drops the moment Eddie mouths his barely confined cock from the outside of his boxer-briefs. In the space of a breath, Eddie pulls down the last barrier between him and Steve's glorious member.

"Holy fuck, you weren't kidding," Eddie says, coming eye to eye with the appendage.

"Never about that monster cock," you giggle.

"Keep 911 on speed dial, would ya, babe?" Eddie jokes before wrapping his hand around Steve; he pumps slowly, looking up at Steve's face with curiosity. Steve gazes down at Eddie, his lips parted as his breathing picks up.

"Mmm, big boy," Eddie hums before gently kissing the tip.

Steve barely has control of his hips; you know all he wants is for Eddie to put his cock into his mouth so he can thrust, though you're certain he won't because he doesn't know if that's what Eddie would want. For now, the two of you watch as Eddie's tongue flicks out, lapping the precum of the tip before closing his lips around it.

"That's it," Steve encourages quietly, suppressing a moan as he looks over at you, hand busy in your shorts. "Take those shorts off, baby. Let me see you work that pussy up."

Quickly, you do as you're told, allowing your legs to spread and giving Steve the view he asked for. The fingers of one hand slide into your molten core as the others play desperately with your clit, watching as Eddie takes Steve further into his mouth. Slowly, he retreats before taking him in once more and beginning a rhythmic bob.

"Stevie," you whimper from the couch. "Pull his hair back, I wanna see his face."

"Anything you want," he says; he threads his fingers into Eddie's waves, pulling the tresses from his face. Now you can see Eddie's plush lips wrapped around Steve as he takes him as far as he can into his mouth.

"Eddie," you say, "he likes having his balls played with. Take him into your throat and swallow around him."

At first, Eddie brings his hand up, cradling Steve's balls and gently massaging. Steve groans, his fist tightening in Eddie's hair. Once he gets the rhythm of that down, he bobs a little deeper, working himself up to taking Steve down his throat. As soon as he's brave enough, he gives it a shot but ends up gagging around it and backing off.

"It's okay," Steve mutters. "You don't have to, Eds."

"If you wanna try again," you encourage, "tuck your thumb into your fist and squeeze. It helps with the gag reflex."

Eddie pulls back, taking Steve's slick cock into his hand and pumping it.

"I've done it before, but I've never had anyone this big," he explains. "My jaw's starting to hurt."

Steve looks at you, brown eyes shaded with lust, and smiles.

"Show him how it's done, baby," he says.

You pull your fingers from yourself, taking them into your mouth to clean them off, both of your boys groaning at the sight. You slide off the couch onto the floor, bumping Eddie out of the way with your bare ass.

"Watch and learn, Munson," you giggle.

He backs up, making just enough space for you to fit between him and Steve.

You cast your eyes to Steve, licking the tip of his cock before almost immediately taking the whole thing in. Like you instructed Eddie, you tuck your thumb in and squeeze, allowing his cock to fill your throat.

As soon as you reach your rhythm with Steve, you feel Eddie's arm creep around your waist, his hand sliding down between your thighs to find your glistening heat. He presses against your clit, eliciting a moan muffled by the dick in your mouth. His other hand reaches up under your shirt, tugging the cup of your bra down and pinching your nipple.

"Oh, she likes that," Steve sighs, enjoying the vibrations of your whine.

And like this, with Eddie's hand between your legs and Steve's cock in your mouth, you are pulled through your first climax; Steve pulls back when you lose focus, getting to his knees to swallow your moans with a kiss. Eddie, on the other hand, cradles your twitching body without ever stopping his rhythm on your clit. He pulls you through the first orgasm and guides you past the overstimulation you pant through just to give you a second. You writhe in Eddie's arms, one hand holding the back of his head and the other gripping his active wrist.

"Alright, baby," Eddie coos, slowing his pace on you. "Alright. Just relax, you did so good."

"You did, love," Steve agrees.

You settle onto your knees, finally opening your eyes to see Steve and Eddie, stripping the rest of their clothes off until they're as naked as you are. Eddie gets down on the floor with you, laying on his back.

"Get on his face, baby," Steve instructs, getting to his feet, his cock bouncing as he moves.

You're distracted by it, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and take it into your mouth again.

"I'm waiting for a pussy on my face," Eddie reminds you, gently slapping at your thighs.

You giggle, lifting your wobbly leg to straddle Eddie's face, looking down at his massive erection. He curls his arms around your thighs, bringing you down until your cunt meets his mouth. He hums the moment he pulls your clit between his lips, his tongue flitting out to tickle it too.

You watch as his cock bounces, the view briefly obscured by Steve who bends to give you a kiss.

"I'll be right back," he says before leaving the room.

You aren't given a moment to even think about how strange it is to have Eddie's head between your legs while Steve is out of the room; Eddie quickly distracts you from the thought with his tongue as it teases your clit.

"God, Eddie," you sigh, gently grinding against his face.

With an idea, you lean forward, holding yourself up with one arm as the other reaches for his cock, slowly rubbing a rhythm over the head. He moans into your core.

"You treating him nice, baby?" you hear Steve say as he arrives back. "Touching his big cock like that."

"It's almost as big as yours, Stevie," you tell him, earning a slap to your backside.

"Watch your mouth," Eddie says before pulling you closer, his tongue taking up its efforts again.

You laugh out loud. "I'm so sorry, Eds. They're both perfect in every conceivable way."

To show his appreciation, he runs his tongue between your lips, fucking it into your hole.

Steve settles on the floor, supplies in hand; he sets the lube, a towel, and box of condoms beside him before he hitches Eddie's legs up over his thighs. You watch as Steve's hands glide over Eddie's hairy thighs, teasing his sack before stroking his cock. He concentrates for a moment before looking up at you.

"Eddie," he says, and only continues when he hears Eddie's "hmm?" from under you. "I'm gonna try some stuff out here. If you don't like it, tell us."

Eddie's mouth stops moving, and he pats your thigh to let you know to move. When you dismount his face, he looks up at Steve.

"What kind of stuff?" he says.

Steve picks up the bottle of lube, giving it a wiggle, and Eddie's face lightens.

"Oh, okay," he says. "Go at it, dude. You've got my blessing."

Steve chuckles. "Just in case, we should have a safe word."

The three of you glance between each other, thinking of an inside joke from years ago.

"Ted Wheeler," you giggle.

"Because there ain't a soul thinking about Ted Wheeler during sex," Eddie quips. He looks back up at you expectantly. "Well, this face isn't gonna ride itself, hot stuff."

"If you say so," you reply, assuming the position once more.

Eddie wastes no time getting back to feasting, relaxing his legs for Steve, and you watch Steve as he gears up. He takes his time, generously lathering lube onto a finger before lowering his hand to Eddie's ass. As soon as Steve presses into him, Eddie moans into your cunt, his fingers tightening into the flesh of your thighs.

"Seems like he likes it," you say, barely containing a moan of your own.

Steve barely begins pumping before Eddie shouts, "More!"

Pouring a little extra lube, Steve inserts another finger. Eddie shivers, singing his praises past his busy tongue.

"I need more," he alerts Steve a short while later.

Steve looks at you, shrugging before adding a third finger.

"It's not enough," Eddie says, and you pull yourself up off of him; you look down at him, wiping the mess off his sweet face.

"He's only got so many fingers, Eds," you laugh.

"He's got a monster cock, though," Eddie replies.

You and Steve look at each other, grinning.

"Eddie, are you saying you want me to fuck you?" he asks, fingers still inside Eddie.

Eddie sits up, staring Steve down. "You ever fucked a guy before, big boy?"

"No," Steve laughs, cockier than you think he should be. "But there's a first time for everything."

"You wanna fuck me?" Eddie taunts.

"I'll fuck you 'til you can't walk anymore, Munson. How about that?"

"Yeah? Try me, Harrington."

"Stop flirting!" you laugh. "And fucking get to it, if you're gonna do it."

Steve reaches out with his free hand, grabbing you by the jaw. "Get that pretty pussy back on his face, baby. Ride it until I say stop."

He plants a kiss on your lips, and you follow directions, eager to watch Steve sink into Eddie. Eddie, as demonstrated, does not hesitate to dive into your pretty pussy.

Steve removes his hand from Eddie, using the towel to clean it off before reaching for the condoms. He peels open a packet, sliding the rubber onto his cock before dousing it with lube. Your legs tremble from Eddie's efforts, exacerbated by the sight of your husband lining up with Eddie's asshole; Steve's keeps his eyes on you as he presses into Eddie, the latter squeezing your thighs so tightly you bank on having bruises later. Eddie lets loose a moan like you've never heard before, the sound reverberating through your body and right back into your cunt.

"Oh, fuck," you whimper, your hips grinding against Eddie's face. He doubles his efforts at the sound, his tongue ravishing your clit until you tremble above him. "Eddie! I'm gonna come! Oh my god, I'm gonna-"

Floods of euphoria crash over you as you watch Steve pick up his pace, your body wilting for a moment before you lean all the way forward to return the favor.

Steve fucks into Eddie as your mouth gets busy on his cock, bobbing along his length in appreciation for the orgasms he's given you.

The noises Eddie makes astound you; never once would you have thought that this metal band frontman could sound as desperate as he does right now. His hands squeeze your hips as you take him into your throat, swallowing around his cock, meeting Steve's rhythm.

You hear the noises Steve makes, too, this new experience providing him with so much stimulation. He's fucking Eddie, watching his wife suck him off. It's a miracle, you think, that he hasn't come yet.

"Oh, fuck," Eddie whines just as you taste a salty spot of precum. "I'm gonna lose it, guys. Oh my fucking god, I'm gonna come!"

Not a second later, he bursts into your mouth, groaning with every spurt, his body trembling beneath you. Some cum spills past your lips, dripping down his cock. You lap it all up, swallowing his seed and cleaning him up. Steve slows, coming to a stop.

"Did you come, baby?" you murmur, lifting yourself to give him a kiss.

"Not yet," he says against your lips. "Surprisingly."

"I want you to fuck me," you say, your cunt still throbbing from Eddie's mouth.

"Give me a couple minutes," he replies. "Let me clean up really quick."

Steve pulls gently out of Eddie, soothing his hands over his legs before he crawls up to meet his face. He leans down, pressing his mouth against Eddie's and pulling back to meet his eye.

"And?"

"Eh, you could've done better," Eddie replies with a grin.

"Smartass," Steve grumbles, kissing him one more time before he stands up and goes to the bathroom.

"Come here, gorgeous," Eddie says to you, pulling you up to your feet as he takes just as wobbly a stance. He plucks what looks like a clean towel from your honeymoon laundry, quickly pilfering the panties, too. He lays the towel down on the couch before plopping down himself.

"What are you doing with my underwear?" you ask gently, settling down between his legs.

He grins. "What did you guys do while you were wearing these?"

"We fucked, Eddie," you giggle.

"Describe it for me."

"Maybe later," Steve says, reentering the room; he's no longer wearing a condom and he smells of soap. His cock is still at full salute, pulsing with the blood throbbing through it. "Right now, though, I'm gonna fuck my wife."

Eddie pulls you back, laying you against his chest, opening your legs for Steve as he lowers himself to his knees. Steve's massive cock presses against your slick core, pushing in to stretch you out.

"Oh my god," you sigh, relishing the full sensation he gives you.

Steve begins to thrust, his hips bouncing off the back of your thighs as Eddie's hand winds around once more to play with your clit. You squirm between the two, their encouragement and praise dancing in the air and filling you with love.

"Look at you, gorgeous," Eddie says, pressing kisses to your neck, "taking his cock so well. He feels so good, doesn't he? Fucking you in that delicious pussy."

"Baby," Steve moans. "Eddie worked you up so nice, didn't he? I can feel it. I can feel him in your cunt. Watching him touch you really does things to me, baby. Watching him make you come? Fucking hell, I never knew I wanted to see that so badly."

"Watching you fuck him wasn't so bad either," you smile. "Wish I could watch the both of you go at it more often."

"Maybe you will," Steve replies.

"I'd still love to fuck him dumb," Eddie murmurs in your ear. "Imagine that, babe. Steve taking me, coming all over himself with my huge cock in that pretty ass of his."

You moan, feeling the antsy pressure in your groin as these men work on your cunt. Steve thrusts faster, his hands tight on your thighs as Eddie presses harder against your clit. You squirm, simply itching to reach your climax. Your hands find your tits, kneading them, rolling your nipples between your fingers.

"That's it, baby girl," Eddie says. "Touch those pretty tits for us."

The harder they work, the closer you get, getting lost in the sensation of two bodies, two mouths, two cocks, four hands.

"Come for us, baby," Steve grits out through his teeth. "Come all over this cock."

Only seconds later does your climax come, your cunt squeezing Steve's cock as his hips start to stutter; Steve grunts and he spills himself inside you, filling you up with his seed.

After, all there is are heavy breaths and trembling bodies as the blood supply returns to your brains. Steve slowly removes himself from you, eyes dropping to your creamy center as he bites his lower lip. Eddie gently helps you sit up, pulling a part of the towel up to clean you.

"Is anybody else really hungry?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"We've got leftover pizza from earlier in the fridge," Steve mentions, grabbing you by your hands and helping you to your feet.

"Perfect," Eddie replies, getting up from the couch; his cock is half-hard, bouncing between his legs as he moves to the kitchen completely naked.

Steve takes you in his arms, holding you against his chest and peppering your face with soft, slow kisses. He tells you how he loves you so, and thank you so much for this moment, and how he's so happy to have married you. The moment is gentle, sweet as he bends to pick up your clothes.

"Wait a second," you hear Eddie say as he comically walks backward into the living room, twirling on his heel to look at the pair of you. "Did you two just raw dog it?"

"Jesus," you groan, unable to help laughing.

"Yeah," Steve says. "Why?"

"Did you do that on purpose or was it just a heat of the moment thing?" Eddie asks, but puts the pieces together when you and Steve exchange a glance, smiles and eyes sparkling all the same. His jaw drops and so does the cold piece of pizza he was holding as he brings his hands over his mouth in shock. "Guys."

"Eddie," you and Steve say, trying to calm him.

"Oh my god, guys," he says, pulling you each into your own hugs before taking you both in his arms. "I'm gonna be an uncle."