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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Now with Part 2!

Steve didn’t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. It’s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.

Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steve’s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasn’t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.

And he wasn’t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasn’t a literal child, that didn’t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.

And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, he’d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.

But then came Eddie Munson.

Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steve’s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.

They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustin’s delight.

Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldn’t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they just…liked each other. A lot.

Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldn’t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddie’s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world.

But then it happened. He didn’t know how it happened, but it happened.

One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.

An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.

But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadn’t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.

In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.

He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasn’t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.

He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.

They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.

Until he didn’t.

It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddie’s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.

Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasn’t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didn’t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddie’s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hm?”

Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, “Why don’t you date girls anymore?”

Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, “Don’t really have the time.”

“But you do have the time. Like…now is the time. You can tell me if I’m the one getting in the way of that.”

Steve shrugged, flipping the page, “You’re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, y’know?”

He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, “Steve, if I ask you something that’s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you won’t be mad?”

Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If it’s quick, I’m getting to the good part here dude.”

Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?”

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddie’s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Was…was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.

The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.

The whole thing felt unfair. He…he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.

Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steve’s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, “So…you are?”

Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. He’d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasn’t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.

He froze when he felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he was…smiling at him?

“Thank God,” Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.

Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming here, “Y-you’re not mad?”

Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasn’t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steve’s face, “Why would I be mad?”

“Because…” Because I’m a guy? Because you could do better? Because I’m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? “Because I’m me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Oh no, the man I’m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?”

Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, “You love me?”

“I love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-”

Eddie didn’t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.

And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? He’d take it.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands #Yes Steve #you are that obvious #might do a part two to counter all the negative Steve self thoughts #this one's forever kiddo #but can you blame him?#nancy did a number on the boy

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msbyslilbimbo · 5 months

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Gojo has a thing for tickling >:(

It’s probably a little something, something he accidentally discovered when he was a teen and harassing poor Suguru because he was just so helpless and looked so pretty laughing and squirming.

And let’s be real- if Suguru did mind, he didn’t say anything.

But it’s just something that has this weird twist on him, a branch of foreplay that keeps him in an act of dominance that may not have even needed to be there.

Like now.

The feeling of you writhing on top of him has his head spinning wildly, hips moving and shifting and lips battling has him in his own paradise he could happily get lost in.

Lips battle for dominance, tongues lacing to tease and teeth clacking against one another for feral carnality and lust. It's a miracle he's able to hold his own, you're a goddess incarnate, especially now as you're draped on top of him, tits bouncing with each slurp against each other filthily.

“I fucking love you,” he murmurs, teeth sinking into your lip.

When a massive paw clamps down on your ass to make you moan, blunt nails gripping the plush of flesh in his hands, Satoru is thrown off when you let out a breathy laugh.

Quiet, and easy. But still, a laugh.

He pulls back in confusion.

Your eyes are blown with pleasure and your lips are glossy with spit, but the way your body is tense tells him everything he needs to know about your little reaction.

"What's wrong?" You pant.

"There's no way."

"No way what?" You're a pretty liar, he'll give you credit there.

"There's no fucking way," he sneers, sinking his teeth into his own lip as his blue eyes look you up and down. His fingers briefly tickle you again, and you whine and giggle a hiss out.

"Don't-"

"Is this pretty little ass ticklish too, babygirl?”

"It’s not!" You say petulantly.

"You're not really in a position to lie to me, are ya?" He teases, letting his fingers slowly start their rhythmic tickling once again, and you let out a string of giggles despite yourself, whatever you could try to conjure into a lie being outed as such.

“Satoru!” You squeal, head bumping against him as a way to make him stop. Your nerves are electric with each scritch of his fingers along your sensitive ass and back, fingers fisting locks of his fluffy hair to ground yourself from the electric feeling. "Stohohop it!"

"Liar's get tickled, babe. You know the rules."

“Toru-!” You whine, shoving his chest while his fingers continue to skitter over your lower back and thighs. “I can’t- ha!”

“Need you to use your words, babygirl,” he chuckles, landing a loud spank to your ass. That, immediately, has you replacing your giggles with moans to sing in the air, but the moment is cut off when he just tickles you some more.

"Th-This-This isn't sexyyyyyy!" You groan around laughter.

"I have no clue what you're talking about, this is fuckin' hot."

With your gyrating hips over his, you’re met with his own anatomy reacting to you, stiff and firm under your writhing victimization. His eyes are blown with pleasure, hazy and leaving all coordination to his fingers. His teeth sinks into his lip.

Fuck, he's so turned on it's painful.

“A-ahHA-Re you fuhuhucking ha-AH-ard?!”

“I’m not not hard,” he snicker. He leans down to sink his teeth into the juncture of your throat, making you whine. “Fuck, baby.”

“I chahahant come like thIHIHIS!”

“You’re a fat liar.” Once again, the hands stop tickling you, and one of them darts straight between your legs to stroke the new, surprising wet spot on your panties. You mewl happily as the sensation, and he smirks, “you like this too, don’t you?”

You can’t say anything, he starts tickling you again, this time moving up to your sides and stomach and making you whine and cackle loudly, but one hand stays buried between your thighs, slipping past your underwear and slipping two fingers inside of your velveteen walls through the soaked lace. Your arousal is shrouded in laughter and whines, seeping through your panties and staining the fabric of his pants. “Holy fuck.”

“Satoruuu!” You whine.

Your hips, in search of something to feed the throbbing between your hips, grates against his, the zipper of his pants slotting almost too perfectly between your legs to nip at your clit, and you whimper in delight as you’re finally getting the relief you need in addition to the feeling you’re getting with this…. Sensation.

“Gonna cum-“

“Told you.”

“Dont w-HAHA-hahahanna!” You plead. “Not like this!”

He smirks and sinks his teeth into the meat of your bouncing breast, another sing of pleasure passing your lips.

“I don’t think you have a say in it, doll.

“Gonna make you love cumming like this.”

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