#the fact that the first place he went to look for a hellfire sub was a room full of boys in spandex give me a break PLEASE

[mikesbasementbeets]

mike "boys only" wheeler

[ssareids-coffee]

Sweet dreams

eddie x reader smut

Best friends for over 10 years, nothing could affect Eddie and Y/N’s friendship right? Nothing accept hormones that is

warnings: smut (18+!), this is so long i’m sorry, pussy eating, spit kink, praise kink, minor dom x sub dynamics, unprotected sex, sorta breeding kink if you squint

Eddie couldn't tear his eyes away from you, he felt filthy for watching you like this, but the way his shirt was riding up around your stomach leaving your thighs on view for him was a sight he couldn't bare to miss. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about his best friend like this- it’s not like it was the first time you both had crammed yourself into his single bed after a night of smoking weed and watching movies but there was something about the way you looked in his t-shirt that was making this, well, impossibly hard for him. He would be lying if he said he hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss you, what his hands would feel like on your hips, thighs and other places. Masturbating over his best friend was not something he was proud of, but you were irresistible to him. Eddie had been trying to stop thinking about you like this, in fact the last time he was fucking his hand wishing it was you he swore that would be the last time, you were just friends and that's it. But here you were, laying in his bed, wearing his shirt and he was so hard he thought he was going too combust. Shifting beside you desperately trying to find some relief from what you were doing to him, the sudden movement woke you. 

“Eds what are you doing up” you mumble, voice heavy with sleep as you sit up next to him.

“Just can't sleep” he replies, desperately trying to hide how hard he was underneath the blanket.

“Honey you look flushed, are you ill?” reaching over and placing your hand against his cheek to feel if he was warm. He was trying too hard to hold it together but you leaning forward gave him the most sinful view down his shirt at your bare tits. He groaned inadvertently, desperately trying to tear his eyes away before you noticed where he was looking. Finally he met your gaze, noticing how much closer to him your face was now. The way you were looking at him through your thick lashes with yesterdays eyeliner still there was too much for him, he just couldn't hold back anymore. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. 

“Eds” you whispered, cheeks flush as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Yeah” he replied, barley audible as he inched his face closer to yours. Slowly he brushed his lips against yours, waiting for you to pull away as he was sure you didn't feel this way but he just had to try. What he wasn't expecting was for you to run your hand through his hair and pull him closer, giving him the sweetest, most gentle kiss. You both pull away quickly, looking at each other with flushed cheeks, breathing heavily. 

“y/n, we aren't just friends are we?”

‘I don't think we ever have been Eds” you replied, quickly pulling him in and attaching your lips again. Your hands tangled in his hair as he pulled you onto his lap, deepening the kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, letting out a moan as you inadvertently bucked your hips into his.

“Fuck’ he groaned “You sound even prettier than I imagined’

‘Imagined? You thought about me Eddie?” you reply between kisses.

“Shit, i’ve been thinking about us doing this since that day we went swimming in that lake and you were wearing that goddam black bra and panties”

“God, the way you looked in your wet hellfire t-shirt and boxers after jumping in, i went home and touched myself thinking of you” you moan, grinding your clothed pussy down on him as you attached your lips to his neck.

Eddie thought he was in heaven, not only were you on his lap, kissing his neck and making the most sinful noises but you had thought about this too?

“Fuck you thought about me” he grunted, grabbing your hips and pulling your core closer to him “Tell me what you thought of”

“I-I thought about how your hands would feel on me, fuck, with your rings” you moaned, rocking against him.

“Shit y/n i have to touch you” he never thought that he would want you to take off his shirt, something about you in his oversized band t-shirt made him feel absolutely feral, but now he was getting the opportunity to see what was underneath it? He couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please Eddie, need it so bad, need to see you too” pulling his shirt over your head leaving you in nothing but a pair of black panties, he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Dragging his eyes over your half naked body he froze, because not only were you here, on top of him begging for him to touch you but you had your fucking nipples pierced too.

“Baby you have your nipples pierced?” he was definitely in heaven, the way you were looking up at him almost completely bare with your eyes filled with lust was too good to be true.

“Got them done last summer, you like them?” you nodded shyly.

“I have never been so hard in my life” he couldn’t take his hands off you, touching every inch of your body currently on show for him. He reached forward, grabbing your left breast and squeezing it lightly and watching how your mouth opened from a silent moan when he did.

“Show me” you all but whispered, running your hand down his chest and firmly gripping his cock through his sweatpants. Eddie melted like putty in your hand, he had been thinking about you touching him like this for so long he still couldn’t believe it, and fuck it felt even better than he expected. When he saw you reach into his sweatpants to pull out his cock, he grabbed your hand.

“As much as i would love to feel your hand wrapped around my cock right now, i need to touch you. I’ve wanted this for too long” He grabbed your thighs, flipping you round so you were laying on your back with him over you.

“Touch me, god please” you begged, bucking your hips up in a desperate attempt to find some relief. He slowly dragged your panties down, savouring every new inch of you that he uncovered. Spreading you open for him, he uses one hand to play with your clit as he starts using his teeth to pull off his rings.

“keep them on, uh fuck, keep them on” Eddie stopped, removing his finger from his mouth slowly.

“You want me to keep them on? God your dirtier than i thought you would be” he groaned before slipping two fingers inside you with ease.

“Jesus y/n your so wet” moaning loudly in response, you pulled his mouth towards yours for a searing kiss. You knew Eddie had hooked up with a few girls here and there but god did he know what he was doing. In record time you were getting close, bucking your hips onto his fingers, the cool metal of his rings contrasting how hot he was making you feel.

“Shit i can feel you clenching around me, are you close already?” he laughs, tilting his head teasingly.

“Yes, god yes i’m gonna cum Eds”

“Say my name like that again and i promise to give you the best orgasm of your life” continuing his relentless pace, fingering you with such intensity it was like his life depended on it- and well, it felt like it did. Eddie was sure he was going to die if he didn’t see you cum soon.

“Eds, god, Eds i’m gonna, fuck- i’m cumming” moaning so loudly you are sure the people next door to him will be complaining. The pleasure was like nothing you had felt before, and seeing Eddie on top of you, naked, hard with his hair sticking to his head with a light sheen of sweat your passion had caused it was too much. You bit down on his shoulder in a desperate attempt to quieten yourself, only pulling a loud moan from him instead. Waves of pleasure rode through your body like nothing you had felt before had you riding his fingers until you were a blubbering mess.

“Fuck, you squirted” he moaned, pulling his fingers out of you causing you to groan at the emptiness.

“Don’t complain, i just need you to do that on my face” lowering his head to your soaking pussy. It looked so inviting, he leaned forward and licked a tender strip down your heat, pulling a loud moan from you. That was all the encouragement he needed, beginning to eat you out as though his life depended on it, and god did it feel like it was. Using one hand to grip your thigh so tightly you were sure there would be bruises (and fuck did you hope there were) and the other to roughly grope at your chest, playing with your nipples had you screaming so loudly you clamped a hand over your mouth in desperate attempt to not wake the neighbours. As though he could read your mind, Eddie lifted his head from your pussy and pulled your hand away from your mouth.

“I couldn’t care less about waking them up baby, i’ve been thinking about how pretty you would sound like this for too long to let you hold back” gently biting your inner thigh before continuing his assault on your sensitive clit. Shaking and crying out his name, you were begging him for more and he was more than happy to oblige, slipping two of his fingers inside you. It wasn’t long before you were close again, he could feel you clenching around his fingers and fuck were you tight. You came harder than before, clamping your thighs shut around his head as you rode out your high on his face, covering him in your juices. He lifted his face from your heat, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand as he looked up at you like a man starved.

“You taste so goddam perfect baby” he groaned, licking his fingers clean of your wetness.

“Please Eds, i wanna make you feel good too” whimpering as you reached forward to grab his cock through his clothes.

“Not today baby, right now i need to be inside you. Wanted this for so long i know i won’t last long” removing his sweatpants and boxers, he reaches over to grab a condom but not before you can stop him.

“I’m on the pill, please i need to feel you, all of you” you begged, looking up at Eddie longingly.

“Shit as if i could say no to that” he replied roughly before sliding himself into you. You both groaned, relishing in how full you felt and how good he was. He started fucking you relentlessly, catching your mouth in a hungry kiss as you lifted a leg up over his shoulder.

“Fuck your flexible too? God your perfect” biting on your calf as he continued his fast pace.

“Eds your so big, ugh i’m so full” you cry, using your other leg to wrap round his waist to pull him further into you. You were both completely lost in each other, moaning and crying out with every thrust.

“Choke me, please” tears streaming down your face from how good he felt. Eddie’s eyes became darker, wrapping his ring-covered fingers round your throat and giving it a light squeeze, pulling a loud moan from you.

“Your so dirty, shit, can feel you clenching around me every time i squeeze your neck” he grunted breathlessly, continuing his relentless pace “Gonna fuck you so good no one else can compare”

“But i’m already yours Eds” you cried out “M’ yours oh!”

“Been waiting so long to hear you say that, god, open your mouth for me” obeying, you stick your tongue out patiently as he leans down and spits directly onto it. Moaning, you swallow it all as he looks down at you longingly. You were so close, it was all too much, the way he was looking at you, how he was claiming you, almost marking you as his. He could feel his high nearing too, reaching down to rub your clit so you could cum first. You came with a loud moan of his name, clawing his back so much you were sure he was going to bleed.

“Need you to fill me up, fuck, cum inside me” your begging was enough to tip him over the edge, emptying himself inside you with a shout of your name. He slowly pulled out of you, rolling down so he was laying beside you.

“Hi”

“Hi? baby don’t go shy on me now, not after that performance” he laughed breathlessly, brushing some hair away from your face “I like you y/n, i have for a long time, be mine?”

“I’m already yours Eddie, i always have been” you replied, curling into his arms. Gently kissing your forehead, he rests his face against yours before closing his eyes, hoping that when he wakes up this won’t all have been some cruel dream.

[say-al0e]

Stranger Things Masterlist

Updated: April 11, 2024

Eddie Munson

Whole Lotta Love | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

Coming home for spring break means getting to spend an entire week with Eddie. And he’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him. | Ft. “Fuck, I’ve missed touching you,” + “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”

What I Like About You | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

You never imagined you would fall in love with Eddie Munson. It was out of the realm of possibility. But here you are. Kind of in love with a guy who’s not your boyfriend. | Ft. “I’m kind of in love with you.”

Hold On | Eddie x fem!Reader

Falling in love with your best friend was never part of the plan, especially when you figured you weren’t Eddie’s type. But a trip home to sub in for a Hellfire meeting brings you more than a victory.

Sweet Thing | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

A lazy summer morning with Eddie means lying in bed, listening as he plays guitar. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty doing it.A lazy summer morning with Eddie means lying in bed, listening as he plays guitar. It’s not your fault he looks so pretty doing it.

Radio Silent | Eddie x GN!Reader

Eddie has a habit of going radio silent but it never lasts very long. When he goes nearly a week without calling, you fear the worst. Turns out, Metallica has him just a little distracted.

Looks That Kill | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

Eddie’s never stepped foot in your bedroom and that fact has been driving him insane. When you return home for spring break and your parents have to head out of town, Eddie finally gets his chance to see every piece of you.

Your Graduation | Eddie x fem!Reader

Eddie didn’t remember much of his first senior year. But he remembered you. Now, after finally graduating, he just hoped you’d forgive him for the way that first year ended.

Movie Night | SMUT, No one under 18! |  Eddie x fem!Reader

You’ve been crushing on Eddie Munson for ages. When you finally ask him over to a watch a movie, you learn that your feelings are definitely requited.

What Are Friends For | SMUT, No one under 18! | Eddie x fem!Reader

A conversation with friends reminds you that you’re about to begin college as a virgin. It bothers you more than you care to admit so you consult your best friend, Eddie; is virginity really that much of a turn off? (Or, best friend!Eddie takes your virginity)

Steve Harrington

Don’t Let Go | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve Harrington was your best friend. He was the one person you swore would never hurt you. But when high school rolled around, Steve went searching for a place to fit in while you went searching for yourself. Now, years later, the universe has brought Steve Harrington back to your life and he doesn’t plan on leaving again. | Ft prompt request: “I want you to be happy.” “You make me happy.” + “I think I’m in love with you.” + “You’re the only one who gets to call me that.”

Put Up or Shut Up | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve hadn’t been looking for love when he drove to Eddie’s, certainly hadn’t expected to find it in the shape of you perched on the soft couch with kohl rimmed eyes and chipped black nail polish, but maybe that’s what made it so special. | ft. “You’re really not together?” “No.” “You wouldn’t mind if I asked her out, then?” requested by anon.

Roll Along | Steve x fem!Reader

After the battle with Vecna, the future looks bleak. Steve Harrington is there to remind you that it doesn't have to look that way. He knows what it's like to be afraid but, sometimes, looking toward something that seems unrealistic is the only way to keep moving forward. | ft. “I didn’t know where to go,” requested by anon.

Future | Steve x fem!Reader

The only future you see involves Steve Harrington, even if moving in with him proves to be a challenge.

Breathe | SMUT, No one under 18! | Steve x fem!Reader

Blowing Steve in his car. That’s it, that’s the plot.

Cling | SMUT, No one under 18! | Steve x fem!Reader

For as long as you could remember, you and Steve have been close. What others see as clingy, Steve sees as comforting, right? Or, you fell in love with your best friend and suddenly, everything is too much.

Body Electric | Steve x fem!Reader

Steve has never lived in a home full of noise but he likes to think he’d enjoy spending the rest of his life in one. (AKA Steve Harrington is soft and proposes.) | Ft. Anon Request: “Is that my shirt?” + “We should get married.” “Funny.” “I’m not joking.”

[mushroom-witch-writes]

Act Like You Forgot

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader 18+

pt.1

Warnings: smut, swearing, fwb, angst(?)

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, fwb

Summary: you and Eddie hated each other's guts, being the sub in their D&D session helped you talk about something that's been bugging you for a long time.

a/n: I have to start posting more, this is a start. Hope you like <3 also FIRST SMUUUUT WOOO

Word count : 2.046

Eddie Munson. You could swear this kid’s life purpose was to make your days insufferable, but things weren’t always this way. Most of the time you and Eddie would ignore each other’s existence in school. You both had the same style , same movies and music preferences ,but found yourselves in different groups. All was fine until that god forsaken day. The cafeteria incident as you and your friends called it. Eddie had made another one of his famous speeches and you couldn’t help but talk back. “right, so whoever doesn’t enjoy the same things as you is lame, right Munson? Yea I’m sure you’ll get much more acceptance now.” You had said and Eddie felt threatened by his own ‘kind’ at that moment or whatever. He would make comments when he saw you on the hallway , always making sure you heard and you would snap back immediately, never missing the opportunity to shut him up.

You worked at the family video in the afternoons so you ,Steve and Robin had gotten pretty close which of course meant that you had befriended the kids that followed them everywhere as well. Once you walked in for your shift that afternoon your friends gave each other a knowing look as you stormed around the place looking like a crazy person. “okay what did he say this ti-“ Steve started ,but you cut him off “ He called ME, ME of all people, a fucking POSER. Like , what the fuck Munson, look at yourself, with your long ass hair and all the band patches. Wonder if he even listens to them.” They both laughed at you “don’t laugh he’s fucking annoying as shit” “his long curly hair and soft smile and ringed fingers ,that Munson?” Robin said half laughing. You had said those things, but you were drunk and it was before he became THIS annoying. “yea yea Robin, that one. And by the way I don’t stand by those words anymore” Steve then chimed in “is that why you keep looking at him in awe every time?” you shot him a glare “shut up Harrington”. They started laughing again. Some time passed and suddenly the two shits burst into the store. “ y/n!” Dustin yelled “ I’m not here,  fuck off ,no “ “ y/n please he will kill us, we just need a sub” you came out of the counter and folded your arms “ What’s in it for me?” he smiled “You’ll get to play after a long time and if we win you’ll have something to tease him about , please pleeeease” you looked at mike and he gave you a smile “fine”. You hated the fact that you accepted ,but what else could you do. Dustin was right, it would be fun beating Munson at his own game.

Friday came and you got ready. Picked the too shits from their places and headed to school. You regret saying yes the moment you walked in the hall. They opened the door and motioned you in. “what’s this?” Eddie said half laughing when you walked in “she’s the sub” Dusting smiled and Munson started laughing “absolutely not ,forget it” you sighted “what’s up Munson? Afraid you’ll lose?” he came closer. You could smell cheap cologne and cigarettes on him “no no my dearest y/n. I’m just scared that you’ll spoil our night” he said  smirking and bending down to your level “look , I’m doing this for the kids, if you want me to go I will ,just make something up so they won’t be too disappointed. I don’t want to deal with this today.” You whispered and his face softened. “ Let’s see if you can even get close to beating me. Welcome to Hellfire” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. The session went on for about one hour and ended with success. Everyone cheered for you and hugged each other “ told you we’d beat him” Dustin yelled excited. “yea yea it was fun. Now, time to head back yea?” you said and they frowned “I can take them” Jeff said “oh , uh sure yea, thanks” you replied and started organizing your stuff in your backpack while they left “you actually care about the shits huh?” Eddie said behind you in a low voice. “why wouldn’t I ? besides, you should have seen their pouty faces. Not even you would be able to refuse.” He looked at you puzzled “ not even me?” “oh you know heartless and mean and basically a major asshole” he touched his chest as if he got hurt by your words “how could you say something like that about me y/n?” truth is , you and Eddie had history, even if you both pretended you forgot. You and him had been in a party once ,one thing led to the other and before you knew you were bent over the bathroom sink looking at yourself getting absolutely destroyed by him. You blamed it on the drinks and the weed and never really talked about it. Well , you tried talking about it , but he pretended to be clueless so you dropped it. You zoned out while looking at him because of the image that popped in your head.” y/n, hellooo��� he waved his hand in your face “sorry, yea , it’s pretty easy to say such things about you Munson, given the fact that they’re true” now he looked actually hurt. “oh, y/n all these days I was just playing along, I don’t actually hate you” you huffed and looked at your feet “ no I know, but I should hate you. I’m going, it was fun” you said leaving the class and walking in the empty school to your car. How could he not remember. Sure you were tipsy ,but you drank just as much as he did. Steve and Robin had told you not to pay too much attention to it. You couldn’t. It’s been almost a month and you couldn’t get his image out of your head or the way he made you feel that night. That was maybe what made you turn around and walk back into the class. “hey, I can’t keep this inside anymore ,we need to talk” you said when you walked in and he just dropped his things and sat on the table facing you “ we can talk” you walked closer “ I know you said you don’t remember anything about that night at Rick’s, but I do and I can’t seem to get it off my mind no matter how hard I try” he looked down ,he knew you’d bring it up again. “ why can’t you just leave things be? We were drunk and we fucked” this man had a talent pissing you off “ so that was it, you just got horny and thought I look desperate enough so why not ?” he got up and walked around not looking at you “ y/n we just fucked, I don’t like you and I know for a fact that you don’t like me. We both needed a warm body, that’s all” you stared at him with tears threatening to spill. You were tough, not tough enough to just stand there and hear him talk about you like you were nothing but a way to blow off steam. “ I was too drunk and made a mistake” he said.

A couple of tears slid down your face “so I was just a warm body to you. You know what my mistake was Eddie? My mistake was not being drunk enough. If I was maybe I wouldn’t remember and it would be best for both of us. Also fuck you Munson because you are an asshole, the biggest one of them all. Congrats !” you said fully crying now and wishing you never told him anything. You stormed off not caring about the fact that he just saw you cry for him.

The whole ride home all you could think about was how much you hated your self for not hating him. Once you got to your place you dropped your bag on the floor next to your door and headed upstairs to your room. You’d normally lock your door so your family wouldn’t burst in , but they weren’t home. You got undressed and curled up in a little ball on your bed ,crying your eyes out and feeling embarrassed for even thinking he would ever care. Time passed and you had fallen asleep naked. A soft knock on your window woke you. For your own sake your curtains were closed and behind them you could make out a long haired figure with a leather jacket. ‘is that man serious?’ you shot up and wrapped a sheet around your bare figure before drawing the curtains and opening the window “ what the fuck do you want psycho?” you asked looking at him wide eyed. “ I fucked up, I – we need to talk ,for real this time” he said and you sat away form the window letting him in. he jumped on your bed after taking his boots off and throwing them on your floor. Why would you even give him a chance to speak after everything he’s said? Oh yea, because you couldn’t resist this boy and the effect his eyes and words had on you “what is it Eddie?” you asked rubbing your eyes and yawing. He wasn’t talking , he couldn’t talk. He had just realised that you were standing on your bed with him with just sheets covering your naked body, the one he had tattooed  in his mind, the one that he would see every time he closed his eyes, trying to find some peace. “hey!” you spoke again getting him out of his thoughts “yea sorry , I , uh , I remember everything that happened and I know that I’ve been acting stupid for a month saying I didn’t.” you folded your hands on your chest and looked at him with the most disgusted look you could muster. “also, the only thing I regret about that night was being too drunk and high and not being able to last longer” he joked leaning his head to the side and smiling “ that doesn’t make up for the fact that you used me because you were horny” you replied bitterly and truth is, he didn’t. Every time he saw or even thought about you he would go crazy, even before you and him got intimate. He couldn’t tell you that, he wasn’t the kind of guy to confess his utter admiration and love for you right there and then  and get rejected. Still he wanted to be close, he wanted to be able to talk to you and piss you of , make you smile, worship you, use your beautiful body in any way imaginable and make you come all over him like no guy ever had. “ I know, I also know that you couldn’t keep it in your pants either, well, your torn up fishnet tights or whatever.” He felt himself trailing off in the thought of him tearing up your tights and bending you over. God Eddie felt as if he could listen to the desperate little sounds you made one more time , he would die happy and complete. “my point is , dear y/n , the sex was great and I personally would do it again, no strings attached, no labels and shit. Pure, filthy fucking here and there. What do you say?” your mouth fell slightly open at his words. Not because they socked you or anything ,but because the way he talked about it gave your entire body goosebumps. “no strings no labels?” you asked again and his smile grew “exactly sweetheart” you grinned and rolled your eyes “ I’m afraid you won’t be able to live up to that term Munson, but yea fuck it” he smiled and gave you his hand to shake. He held it for a little longer and you could feel this simple touch do things to your mind, things you had promised your self you wouldn’t allow to feel for him again.

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Pt2 coming soon <3

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[kotomori]

Okay here's another one! (Steddie Parallels to Lumax in season 2 after the party finally manage to convince Steve to join a Hellfire campaign. This parallel comes from the scenes where the party (Mike) continuously ostracize Max from joining their gang despite claiming they want her to join) TW: This ones kinda angsty....might do a part 2 ;)

Despite all of his complaints and utmost refusals to ever actually play Dustin's nerdy Dungeons and Dragons game, Steve was, much to his own disbelief, pleasantly surprised when the Dungeon Master/newly cleared Eddie Munson 'formally invited' him to tag along for their next session.

Steve liked to believe that he and Eddie had become good friends ever since the whole Vecna/End of the world thing. They hung out pretty often now that he and his uncle had been given a new place to live as a sorta 'Sorry your town tried to hunt you for sport after accusing you of mass murder/keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you', kind of deal. It had been a tad awkward to be around eachother with nobody else the first couple of times yet as the weeks went by, Steve was about as comfortable opening up to the guy as he was to Robin. Almost. Robin would always be his number one. But if Eddie had shown him anything over the last few months or so since the first time he came over to his place, it was that he would never look down on anybody for being different. Hence why Steve found it easy to be so vulnerable with him. Eddie was a damn good listener and while not exactly one for giving advice, he always seemed to know how to make him feel calmer. Steve would try to do the same, resulting in a pretty solid bond between the two polar opposites. That label reminding Steve of the phrase 'Opposites attract' which after many long insightful conversations with Robin led Steve to believing that it was true. It wasnt as though he wasnt aware that what he felt for Eddie was a little more than a normal friendship and he knew what being attracted to another person felt like. Hell, Eddie wasnt even the first guy he'd had a crush on. Yet there was never another guy in Steve's life that had ever made him feel so accepted that he allowed attraction to develop into a full blown crush. He liked Eddie. He really did.

So when Eddie invited him to tag along for his latest campaign, not the first since he was released from the hospital but the first since Will and El had officially moved back to Hawkins, Steve found himself actually wanting to go. It sounded like fun with everyone being there. Yet the meaning behind the word 'everyone' suddenly made him hesitate. Everyone would involve not only the kids, himself, Robin, Johnathan, Nancy and Argyle. It also meant that the rest of the Hellfire club, Eddie's friends would also be there too. And it didn't take a genius to work out that they wouldn't really be happy with former jock King Steve hanging out with the nerds, if Eddie had told them at all. Why else would he have refused back before Spring break when Dustin called him asking him to sub for Lucas? Well....aside from the fact that there was no way he was missing Lucas's championship game after all the practice they'd put in during the semester. He was damn proud of that kid. And he wanted to show him that he supported him. He'd been so invested that he'd hardly said two words to his date all night.

Eddie had told him that he didn't have to play, that he was fine to sit with Robin and the rest of the crew and watch. They'd been playing in the Wheeler's basement since the club had been banned from the school, hence why Nancy was there to greet him when he knocked on the door with Robin at his side. Her sunny smile at the sight of him did alot to warm the chill of his anxiety.

That was another thing that he couldn't regret about what happened over spring break. Following their first bout with Vecna, he and Nancy finally had the chance to properly talk about what happened between them and while he may have regretted coming on as strong as he did, nothing would make him regret the friendship he had with her now. If anything they were closer to eachother now than when they were dating. It felt good to be allowed to love her again, even if it was a different kind of love than before. She had also apologised for the way things ended between them and she had grown alot since then. Steve had tried to tell her she didn't need to apologise, which Nancy had fiercely disagreed with, telling him that no matter what she was going through he never deserved to be treated like that. At the time Steve hadn't felt like there was anything to forgive, but she had looked so relieved when he told her he did. It had made him think alot about who he used to be, how much he had suffered as a result, how much he felt like he deserved most of it. But as Nancy, Eddie and Robin, most of the group would vehemently remind him, they saw him as a good person deserving of good things. Steve was really trying to believe that himself.

Nancy led them down to the basement, laughing lightly at something he said on the way down before he was faced with the rest of the group. Everyone else was already there. Dustin, Lucas, Will and El all rushing to give him a hug while Mike as someone not overly keen on physical affection gave him a half smile and wave. Max greeted him from the corner where she was sitting in her wheelchair, gesturing for him and Robin to come and sit on the empty seats on either side of her. Steve smiled impossibly wide as he and Robin followed the redhead's orders, forgetting for all of a few seconds why he was so worried. Then that chill in his spine returned with a vengeance when his eyes landed on the no so concealed glares Eddie's friends were casting his way whilst the man himself seemed blissfully unaware, shooting Steve a soft smile that Robin had not so helpfully dubbed as his Steve smile. It put him a little more at ease in any case as he smiled back. Within the next few minutes the campaign began, prompting Eddie to slide right into his alter ego of Dungeon Master Extraordinaire.

It didn't escape his notice when he caught one of them, Gareth? He'd never really actually met any of them before tonight but he'd heard Eddie talk about them plenty. Anyhow, Steve watched as the younger teen's eyes remained fixed on him as he leaned over to his friend sitting next to him, Steve knew his name was Jeff, to whisper something in his ear. The other boy's eyes flickered back to him for a millisecond before looking away and releasing a snicker. Steve's anxiety came crashing down on him once more, worsening the longer the game continued as the rest of the group seemed fully invested in their game. Their other friend, Steve was sure his name was Grant, was sitting the second closest to Eddie with Will being the only one between the two. Steve wasnt sure how much time had passed since he realised that the three had been whispering to eachother and sniggering about him, but just before the club decided to stop for a break, Grant muttered something towards the other two boys. Steve obviously couldn't hear it being as far away as he was, but it seemed that whatever it was Will had caught the jist of it if the look of surprise followed by the guilty look he sent towards Steve was anything to go by. Ever the one to keep a close eye on his brother, Johnathan seemed to notice Will's sudden change in demeanor too, turning a suspicious glance to the Hellfire boys before looking back to Will, the two seeming to have a silent conversation with eachother from across the room. Steve tried to wave it off with a smile when Will looked back at him but the upset frown remained fixed on the boy's face. It looked as though El had also caught on that something was wrong, looking at her brother curiously as though she was trying to read his mind.

It set off a chain reaction with the rest of the kids as Max and Mike noticed something was wrong with El, causing Lucas to notice Max, and Erica and Dustin catching on to the tension that had made it's way into the room. The moment Eddie called for a break, it appeared as though he had also noticed their seven youngest members weren't really paying a great deal of attention. Will practically leapt to his feet claiming he was going to grab something to drink. El was quick to follow after him with Mike in tow. Johnathan paused for a moment before following them as well. Steve's stomach clenched with the realisation that Will was likely going to tell them both what he'd heard. Argyle seemed to take Jonathan's absence as a reason to come and take Robin's chair as she excused herself to go upstairs and get a drink with Nancy. Steve tried to listen to whatever it was the man was saying, he really did though he was clearly already high enough for him and Johnathan as he continued saying whatever was on his mind. Steve could still feel the three pairs of eyes still burning into his skull as he continued to ignore them. They didn't like him. Whatever. They didn't need to act like children about it. The better question on Steve's mind was how the hell Eddie hadn't noticed what they were doing. Should he say something? Maybe go over and break the ice. Let them know he wanted to make an effort to know Eddie's friends. That he wasn't the same person he used to be, if he was ever really that person.

"So, Stevie. How are you enjoying your first encounter into the satanic nightmare that is DnD?" Eddie piped up startling the man in question.

It was sat that moment that Steve realised he hadn't said a word since they had started. His mind drew a blank at the question, not anticipating for anyone here to actually talk to him until the had to drop them off at home. He knew first hand how seriously his children took this game.

Shit. Eddie was still waiting for an answer.

"Its good." He replied a little too quickly. "I-Its really cool."

Not his most eloquent response, he knew. But still, who could blame him for not paying attention when the force of the stares he was receiving was making him feel like his head was about to explode!

It seemed that whatever he said was the wrong thing to say from the way the smile slipped from Eddie's face.

"You know if it's really not your thing, you don't have to stay for the rest. We're probably gonna call it soon anyway, looks like your children aren't really invested either."

Shit he sounded upset. What did he say? What could he have done wrong? He was just sitting here.

"No-No! It's not that, its-" Steve started to say until the sound of one of the boys snorting at any attempt he made plucked on his nerves. Eddie glanced at Gareth confused as the rest of the party glared at him.

"Something funny?" Max bit at the boy causing him to promptly wipe the grin off his face.

The rest of the group started filing back in. Jonathan was the first back in the room, footsteps heavy against the wooden stairs, almost angry sounding. That was nothing compared to the cold expression on his face aimed solely at the three boys that had been making fun of Steve all night.

"Woah! Byers, man! Wheres the fire?" Argyle asked catching on to Jonathan's bad mood almost immediately. The man said nothing but gestured for Argyle to scooch back over to his seat as Robin and Nancy came back down the stairs with the same tension filled entrance. Robin took her seat back next to Max crossing her arms over her chest and shooting daggers at the three with the same intensity they'd been giving him since they arrived here causing them to wither under her gaze as any human would. Steve swallowed thickly suddenly feeling very put on the spot. It was pretty safe to say that Will had told them what he heard. Case in point, Mike and El came down th stairs hand in hand with Will behind them almost as though they were creating a barrier as he pointedly refused to look anywhere but his feet. Meanwhile Nancy grabbed hold of her chair that was previously placed beside Johnathan and dragged it over next to Steve, who looked over at Johnathan questionably. The younger man merely met his eye before nodding at him. Steve looked over at Eddie, who was following her every move as his frown drew deeper and deeper right until she sat down next to him.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked him placing her hand delicately over his. It was a simple question. One that would've been much easier to answer if he wasn't painfully aware of the fact that Eddie was staring at him. No. He wasnt okay. He felt completely out of place. He was uncomfortable. The only reason hed agreed to come here was looking at him like he'd ran over his dog for some reason and he could feel people whispering about him all over the room. He just wanted to go home.

He watched as Eddie looked a little further to his right and followed his gaze to land on Robin, who's eyes quickly locked onto Eddie's. It looked as though they were trying to communicate something to eachother with Eddie's pointed look of hurt before Robin shook her head. Steve was just about reaching the end of his patience. Why wouldn't someone please tell him what he had done wrong?

But then one of the boys mumbled something else under his breath which then prompted the other two to snicker loudly. He could tell from how quickly he turned his head that Eddie had heard whatever they said. By this point El, Max and Erica looked as though they wanted to blow their heads up with how hard they were glaring at them. But then Steve looked at the four boys sitting around the table with the other members of Hellfire and, Oh God, every single one of them looked betrayed, pissed off and hurt.

But then he looked back at Eddie. There was no way he hadn't heard what they just said. He needed to see what he would do about it. His already plummeting hope was rapidly sinking lower and lower the longer it took the man to react. He watched as Eddie's eyes wandered back over to him and Nancy, right to the point where her hand was resting on top of his and then...

He smirked.

Hell he looked like he was trying not to laugh right along with them.

And fuck if that didn't sting.

But with how shitty this night had made him feel, Steve didn't even have it in him to process how hurt he was.

He was pissed.

Scoffing loudly Steve launched himself out of his chair almost toppling it over in the process.

"Seriously?!" He yelled, voice cracking at the last syllable.

And just like that, any trace of contempt was erased from Eddie's face, turning swiftly into shock.

"Steve-" Robin reached out to him but he quickly brushed her off.

"Screw this. I'll be in the car." And with that he stormed out of the basement.

It was only then that the three who started all this became all too aware of the death glares being shot at them from all directions.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" Dustin exclaimed, sending a particularly wounded look at Eddie, whom had gone from smug in the sense of hiding his jealousy to remorseful in a matter of seconds as he quickly realised his mistake.

He barely paid any mind to the question however as he quickly shot up from his seat and ran after Steve. The man was already halfway up the street heading towards his car when Eddie spotted him.

"Steve!" Eddie called out to him.

The younger man didn't stop walking to his call as he spoke without looking back.

"Leave me alone, Munson. I've had my fair share of playground insults for one day."

Munson. Not Eds or Eddie. Back to Munson because of one stupid mistake.

"Steve, please just hear me out, man. I'm so-"

"Why the hell should I? Are you gonna pull my pigtails now too?" Steve cut him off, finally stopping to look at him.

"Steve-" Eddie tried again.

"I thought you wanted me to play your game! I thought you wanted me in your group! God I can't believe I fell for that." Steve cackled. "Did you even tell your band I was coming tonight?"

"Of course I did. But...Gareth, Jeff, Grant, they're weird about this kinda thing. It's just their way of being protective."

Steve barked an incredulous laugh, "Yeah, that's one word for it."

Eddie sighed, "Steve, you don't understand-"

"No, you're right, Eddie! I don't! I've been sitting there all night while this has been going on. It's been miserable. You invite me to watch you play your game the you all start whispering and giggling and talking shit like we're in the seventh grade or some shit! I don't need that kind of bullshit, Eddie!"

Eddie fumbled for words for a moment before replying, "They're just not used to it, you know. I've never had a friend like you before. They just want to make sure that..." Eddie quickly cut himself off before he said the wrong thing.

"That what?" Steve asked brokenly. And, oh...there it was. The look of complete hopelessness. The glassy tint to his eyes was a kick straight to Eddie's ribcage.

"That what, Eddie? That I'm not gonna hurt you? Lure you into a false sense of security and then jump you? After all we went through back there, all we're still going through, you can't even bring yourself to tell them that won't happen? Why? Because I played sports in high school suddenly that means I'm as bad as Jason Carver and all those other assholes? Is it because of who I used to be? Or is it because you all still think I am that person?"

Eddie winced as he was reminded of the gruesome fate he'd been told Jason received for all the shit he caused all those months ago.

"Steve.....Steve, no that's not true! I...." Why the hell was it so hard to get his words out? Why couldn't he say exactly what he wanted to say? Why was it so hard for him to tell Steve the very thing he'd wanted to tell him for months? He knew exactly what he wanted to say to Steve, what he wanted to do and be with him. But everytime it looked as though they were getting somewhere, something had to go and crash right through it. Tonight along with his friends, the fault lied with his own jealousy.

Steve laughed wetly under his breath.

"See? You can't even say it. I know that for some people my past will never die. Somehow the asshole I was will always find his way back to the surface for the people I've hurt no matter how deep I bury him. King Steve, mister funny, mister cool, grade A douchebag who peaked in high school, doomed to spend the rest of his life working dead end jobs and forcing himself through loveless relationships pointless in the inevitable truth he's destined to be alone. Because God forbid he ever tries and change so that he feels a little more like a human and less like a dead shell of a man so that he doesn't end up back in that box his parents tried so damn hard to place him in before they just gave up and left without a word mere months before the literal earth started collapsing beneath his feet!"

Throughout his outburst, Steve let the unshed tears fall, unless he merely hadn't bothered to notice them. He couldn't look at Eddie anymore. He didn't want to see the look of pity he was almost certainly giving him right now. If hed only looked back, he would've seen how wrong he was.

"Stevie...." Eddie whispered brokenly, making one final attempt to reach for him.

"Just! Just forget it. Okay? It was stupid of me to think that I could be something I'm not. Why did I even bother?" Steve turned away, getting into his car and closing the door. In a split second, Eddie was bypassed by Robin and not really to his surprise, Lucas and Erica. The two siblings didn't say a word to him as they climbed into the back seats of Steve's car. Steve waited for another moment, probably waiting to see if anyone else needed a lift before starting the car and driving away.

Eddie wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there but by the time he turned to go back into the Wheeler house, Steve's car was long out of sight. He just wanted to grab his shit and leave. He didn't care if he left something behind. He just wanted to leave.

Yet by the time he got back to the basement, it didn't look as though he would be getting his way anytime soon. Dustin was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs, eyes hard and arms crossed over his chest. The only others remaining besides the two who actually lived there were the ones he was supposed to be driving home, Gareth, Jeff, Grant, and Max. Nancy was sitting beside the redhead now. It was only then that he noticed said three boys sitting at the table looking thoroughly chastised and honestly a little scared.

"Eddie," Dustin began, his pained expression from earlier gone, now something much more serious.

"I think we need to talk about Steve."

[eddieswh0r]

Eddie's s/o leading hellfire while gets in the hospital

H E L L F I R E

Little one shot;

After the events of the Upside Down, a sub was needed for hellfire.

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You pulled the Hellfire shirt on and a heavy sigh left your lips as you grabbed the dice from Eddies bedside table and shoved them in your pocket, he had faith in you, but you? You weren’t too sure. Shit, in fact you knew you’d fail miserably.

Earlier that same afternoon you’d gone to visit your boyfriend who had been led in the same hospital bed for around a week and a half now. The events from what happened in the Upside Down were still raw and Eddie sported the war wounds to prove it. Although healing well, he still needed that well deserved rest and the less movement from him so his wounds could heal, the better. You owe everything to your friends, If it wasn’t for Dustin, Steve, Nancy and Robin he’d have died there and then, in your arms.

“Old fool! He said, Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know death when you see it?” You and Eddie inhaled a deep breath and bellowed together “DIE NOW AND CURSE IN VAIN!” Eddie lifted his hands as though he was holding a sword and you finished “..and with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.” You closed the book much to eddies dismay “Y/n, what are you doing? You can’t just stop there, MID PAGE. it’s fucking Lord of the rings” you rolled your eyes with a smile “Yes im well aware of what we’re reading Eddie, im sure you can continue it on in your head seeing as this is like the millionth time you’ve read it” you tapped the middle of his forehead laughing, Eddie folded his arms in a childish huff and pouted. You stood up and brushed yourself down “We’ll read more later I promise babe but I need to go and you need to relax” you leant over the bed rail and placed a tender kiss on his temple as you turned to head for the door he grabbed your hand “Y/n wait, I need to ask you something. It’s Hellfire tonight, the first one since.. Since.. well y’know” he glanced down at his bandaged stomach and back up to you “…The boys are WAY excited and I thought, well I thought I’d be out by now. Soooooo I was wondering. Would you, uhm.. would you be DM? I have faith in you, I trust you won’t fuck it up, but of course you’d never be as good as me sweetheart” Your eyes widened, shit. You’d sat in on the sidelines of the occasional DnD meet you went too, barely even paying attention. He had the most shit eating grin on his face, kissing your knuckles lightly. Jesus, this boy. How could you say no? Especially with those big chocolate button eyes looking at you. “Eddie. Fuck no. Really? I can’t? No. Fuck.” You sighed seeing his face drop a little “Well I’m gonna have too aren’t I?! I can’t have you looking like a kicked puppy” you pinched his cheeks giggling, Eddie shuffled himself up the bed so he was sitting up more “Baby I swear it’ll be okay, everything is written down. They boys are fucking buzzed for this, I trust you”

And that’s how you found yourself in Eddies Hellfire top stuffing Eddies favourite dice into your pocket. God if he was here now he’d absolutely hit the roof. You could just hear his dramatics now “Sweetheart” through gritted teeth “You can’t just STUFF them in your POCKET” you just knew he’d take the dice back holding them like a new born and smother them in kisses “my babies, it’s okay the NASTY lady didn’t mean it” in his best baby talk voice while he’d place them in an absolutely beautiful wooden box. You laughed to yourself as you got in your car and made your way to Hellfire.

All that separated you and the Hellfire clubs room was the double doors, you pushed them both open, a bit harder than you expected and they hit the walls with a bang. Everyone spun round and their eyes fixated on you, you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You diverted your gaze and there it was at the end of the table, in all its glory, Eddies throne. This didn’t seem right, you couldn’t sit in it, you were no dm by all means. Fuck.

As soon as your bum touched the seat Gareth stood up “WHAT are you DOING?! That’s the dms THRONE” you looked down playing with your fingers “Uhm.. E-Eddie can’t make it, he thought he’d be home by now, but.. so he asked..” before you could finished your sentence Dustin shouted across the table with also a shit eating grin. Boy he spends too much time with Eddie. “WELL SHIT!! Y/n, is gonna be the dm, aren’t you?” He bounced in his seat, wiggling his finger at you and you meekly gave him a nod. Gareth threw his arms up in the air “This is a TRAVESTY, it’s all gonna go to SHIT” he huffed slamming down into his seat and shaking his head. You opened the book and blinked a few times taking in all of the story Eddie had concocted, he was so clever and his imagination was wild. You were gonna fuck this up so bad, the boys are gonna be pissed. Shit.

Looking at each member of Hellfire; Gareth, Jeff, Dustin, Mike and Lucas. They were clearly getting agitated at you trying to make sense of the story, so you decided it was time. You cleared your throat and began in a low voice..

“Deep beneath the roots of the mountains where Stygian blackness has never known the suns warm touch, the shroud of eternal night has forged a primeval connection between this world and the plane of shadows..” you glanced up from the book and all the boys had leaned in, you smiled gaining a little confidence and proceeded, as quick as you knew it a few hours passed and you were deep into the campaign.

“Wait wait wait.. so can I do anything or not because we’re royally fucked” Jeff was panicking, he’d previously had a hit that cost him a lot a damage and he was injured and the boys really needed to defeat this monster that was a terrible threat to them. You scan your finger down the book “..If a spellcaster is touching or holding a piece of shadowveined rock and uses a scrying spell to to observe a creature currently on the Plane of Shadows, they do not receive the normal +5 bonus” you read out to the boys “WHAT?! That’s bullSHIT” Gareth called out, slamming his hands on the table as they all started to argue between themselves “SHUT UP..GARETH. LET. ME. FINISH” you shouted across the table, standing out of the throne and thumping your hands on the table, shocking yourself and everyone else. You just know Eddie would have been proud of that outburst, if only he could see you now, fuck. he’d be so proud. “When casting shadowwalk a spell caster can take advantage of nearby shadowveined rock and cross to the shadow plane” you smirk knowing either way they’re fucked, Dustin huddles the boys around him “listen, Jeff can cast that spell but it will drain him, so you, Lucas, need to go with him and heal him” Lucas shakes his head “dude, we’ll fucking die”

“GUYS, stop being pussies we KNOW casting the spell affects only one other person but Mike has shadowswort” Dustin has yet another shit eating grin spread across his face and they gather back around the table. “You are scared, you are tired, you are Injured! Do you cast a spell and risk weakness and death or do you flee?” You smirk and fold your arms across your chest “TO THE DEATH!!” They all shout simultaneously, you watch carefully as Jeff rolls and there’s groans and hands slamming tables “THATS A CRIT HIT FOR JEFF, SHIT. SHIT. SHIT” Mike yells, Jeff and Lucas travelled over to the shadow plane and unbeknownst to them, an Orc of black was waiting for them, it swept Jeff off his feet and drove a sharp wooden stake through his stomach “we simply can’t do this with 3 of us, Lucas is stuck hiding on the shadow plane and we can’t kill it just us 3” Gareth declares while stressfully running his hands through his hair. “Didn’t we just agree to the death? Don’t be pussies, we can travel over now there’s a portal ring and we have enough hit points together to take the Orc of black down” Dustin adjusts his cap and looks at you “Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Greats concern to heart” you lean forward, you hands clasped together under your chin “There is no shame in running” you lean back into your seat and cross your legs “Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘Kay?” It was your turn to wear the shit eating grin now as the boys rolled their eyes all stressed and flustered. “It’s risky as hell, but what do you say Pardon Mebelchin?” Mike looks at dustin waiting for an answer, dustin beams “let’s kill this son of a bitch” he slams his fist on the table “give me the D20” you all watch in suspense as Dustin shakes the dice in his hands, you can’t believe how much you’re enjoying this with these little assholes. The d20 leaves his hand almost like it’s in slow mo, it feels like it takes hours to finally settle onto a side. Everyone holds their breath as it rocks a little. “THATS A CRIT HIT” you squeal jumping up onto the throne as cheers erupt echoing the room. The double doors fly open hitting the walls yet again and an all too familiar voice calls out “And THAT’S why we play” you step down from your standing position on the throne and everyone runs over to Eddie who is standing in the door way, I swear to god if you see another shit eating grin it’ll be too soon but there he was, wearing one. You folded your arms across your chest, laughing, looking at them sharing a group hug. Your heart warmed at the sight.

“So I heard the new Dungeon Master is pretty hot huh?”

“I heard the old Dungeon Master is even hotter.”

[kisskissbanggang]

it was jeno in the office with the belt

[OOOOOOH I like the way you think anon. Squint and you might recognize something 👀]

[sub!idol, dom!reader, femdom, elements of hate sex, high heels, spanking, humiliation, degradation, puppy play, footjobs, cum eating]

Jeno was a terrible boss.

Not because he was mean or rude to you. Really, he didn’t seem to need your assistance — which defeated the whole point of you being his assistant. Sure, he was young, and still fairly new at this. He was an assistant himself not that long ago occupying the desk a few down from your own just last year, so perhaps he was used to simply getting everything done on his own. However, this was exhausting, waiting for Jeno to suddenly need you.

That’s why it was so exciting that Jeno was buzzing you into his office for once. You peered into the young junior manager’s office, notepad in hand and ready to go, when you noticed that Jeno was only mostly dressed, his suit jacket haphazardly thrown over the back of his chair and his shirt tails untucked as he frantically searched his office.

“Oh, thank god you’re here,” Jeno sighed in relief. “I picked up my suit from the dry cleaners after I went to the gym on my lunch, and I can’t find my belt anywhere. I have a meeting in an hour that I can’t be late for, please help me find it.”

You were stunned. Of course, you were only called in here to help your boss find a belt. 

Jeno didn’t even notice as you approached his desk and opened the filing cabinet placed behind him. He did notice, though, as you drew out a belt and held it up for him. “You found my—?”

“No, Jeno,” you shook your head impatiently. “I took the liberty of storing some emergency items in your office since I know this isn’t exactly a rare occasion.”

“You did? That’s amazing,” Jeno gushed.

“Not really,” you shrugged. “I just have so much free time since you barely need my help.”

Jeno’s winning smile faltered. “Is that bad? I thought you would appreciate not having to do every piece of grunt work I have.”

You stared in disbelief before you regained your composure. “I work billable hours, Jeno. You’re salary now. I’m giving myself busy work just to get a full day.”

“God, you always were way better at this than I was,” Jeno sighed, his smile almost painfully wistful. You honestly probably would’ve hated it more if he weren’t so obnoxiously handsome.

“Right,” you nodded sarcastically, “that’s why you got the promotion over me, right?”

“Hey, I was surprised I got the promotion over you,” Jeno innocently defended, “my application was a Hail Mary for a higher paycheck and I thought I was a goner when I saw you outside the conference room for our interviews.”

You didn’t have to bother playing coy, you knew exactly why Jeno got the promotion over you. The manager in the office down the hall was gorgeous and capable, but she worked her ass off to get there, more than any of the boys ever did. The way she looked killer in suits and heels probably helped her case, and you’d taken note, making sure not to upstage upper management but still dressing up as much as you could.

However, Jeno was a hound, even if he didn’t want to admit it. He saw an opportunity to get ahead and he did. That pretty manager down the hall told you as much, when she murmured to you after your interview that you had to tread carefully, that Jeno nonchalantly mentioned you were considering prospects outside of the firm to the senior staff. Now, he tried to remain looking confident as you strode over, the click of your high heels caculated as you went to give him the belt in your hands.

“What is this really about, Jeno?” You grinned flatly. Jeno tried to look flippant turning his nose up at you so he could scoff. “You can just admit you’re sore that I turned you down.”

“Excuse me?” Jeno sputtered, aghast that you’d make such a claim.

You simply shrugged as you stepped forward, your chest pressing into his. “It’s fine. I know I was real sweet to you before I figured out who you really are.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Jeno shook his head defiantly as he tried to tug the belt out of your hands. When you wouldn’t let up, he settled to brazenly wrap an arm around your waist, much to your surprise. “All I know is you had no reason to turn me down.”

“No reason?!” It was your turn to be offended as you grabbed Jeno’s wrist to twist him down onto the desk, his chest shoved against the fine wood as he wriggled. “I had just found out you threw me under the bus at our interviews and suddenly you wanted to go out with me? So what, I could be your trophy? That’s hardly no reason.”

Jeno shuddered as you caressed his ass with the belt in your hand. It was sorely tempting to finally get some payback. “What’re you going to do about it?” He asked, quietly but confidently.

“Tell me to stop or ask me to forgive you,” you laid out, the only two options he needed or that you cared about. Jeno considered this.

“... Please forgive me.”

The only problem was that was not the answer you were expecting. But now you had the opportunity to follow through. You squared your shoulders back, allowing yourself to finally see your handsome boss pay for sabotaging you. “Perfectly good choice, Jeno. We’ll start easy. Count five for me. Ready?”

Jeno swallowed in preparation, a small but steady yes falling from his lips as he gripped the desk. When you landed the first crack of the belt on his ass, he groaned deep before he counted.

“Good boy,” you praised, loving having this little hound at your disposal to play with. You continued, each spank and each groaned count met with praise and making your panties damp under your skirt. Jeno was breathing hard as he clutched onto the desk before you finally pulled him back up straight. “You want to be forgiven, puppy?” You cooed. Jeno nodded dazedly. He watched as you took the belt and looped it around his neck, careful not to pull too hard when you tied a loose knot so your impromptu leash hung low around his throat. You sat yourself down in his plush chair at his desk and spread your knees, pulling Jeno down to kneel as you got comfortable, but you pressed the toe of your high heel to his chest as he immediately leaned down between your legs.

“Something wrong?” He asked, almost desperately eager.

“Touch yourself,” you commanded, your toe now prodding into his arm as he reached for his zipper, “over your clothes, puppy.”

“What? I can’t—“

“Trust me,” you smiled reassuringly. “You said I’m better at this, didn’t you?”

Jeno gulped down a trepidatious breath, giving in to his temptation to trust you as you tugged on his improvised leash now to lead him closer. His palm drifted down over his clothed erection, now straining against his suit pants, and he keened into his own touch as he tentatively lapped at you over your panties.

“Good boy,” you praised, “make it count.”

Your boss whined around his tongue tickling your most sensitive parts while his hands were preoccupied. It felt incredible, but even then Jeno impressed you further. He nosed and tongued your panties aside to finally taste you in full, and his eager licking made you arch your hips into him. Jeno used his free hand to hook your thighs over his shoulders and spreading you open so he could lick you deep while he desperately jerked himself off. You threaded your fingers into his perfectly styled hair and pulled, tugging on his makeshift leash as you did so and trying not to give him the satisfaction of a moan, even as you were getting dangerously close and surprisingly fast. In fact, try as you might to slow it down, your orgasm still tore through you almost unexpectedly and making your thighs clamp tight around Jeno, who was still fervently licking into you well after your climax began to wane. You melted into his chair as you caught your breath, but Jeno held your gaze. His lips, still slicked with your orgasm, were parted like he was dying to say something. You raised a tired eyebrow.

“Such a good boy,” you praised, “You want to cum now?”

“Yes,” Jeno ardently nodded.

“Alright. Be a good pup.” Your smile was devilish, pure hellfire as you reached down and finally yanked down his zipper to fish out his blushing erection. Jeno looked on expectantly as he almost expected you to pull him up so he could fuck you, but he only found that you crossed your legs and thrust your raised foot towards him. He got the idea, regrettably enough, his cheeks flushing hard as the humiliation coursed through him and he went to slip off your high heel before you jerked your foot back. “Leave it,” you grinned, loving that he actually stopped immediately and apparently knew more tricks than sit and stay.

Jeno fought through his embarrassment, desperate enough to clutch his leaking cock to the top of your foot still in nested in your high heel and thrust against it, close enough to cumming that the sheer humiliation burning at him was only making things worse for him as he whined and whimpered against you. He was the cutest, maybe now more than ever as he squeezed his eyes shut in concentration, or maybe to shut out the realization that he was doing what he was, and you tugged on the belt around his neck to get his attention.

It seemed, amazingly, that it was being forced to lock eyes with you that finally made your handsome boss cum, the slick streaks of mess landing as high as your raised knee and pooling at your ankle as Jeno gasped and panted through his orgasm. You were able to rouse him from his haze, though, stroking your fingers through his hair to make sure he still looked at you. “Almost done, puppy,” you said softly, gently. “Gotta clean up your mess first.”

Jeno sighed, more from tiredness than defiance, before he grinned and leaned down, beginning with your ankle and licking up his mess and working his way up your leg. You could have sworn you felt his lips brush against your skin, purely for fun rather than function, and you felt pushed, emboldened, to return the favor. Jeno’s eyelids were still heavy as you tucked a finger under his chin to lift his face closer to yours, allowing him a sweet kiss on his lips that he somehow wasn’t expecting, and even tasting his warm cum still coating his tongue. His groan was deeper, almost considering what this could mean, what everything that just happened would do for your working relationship as you finally leaned back to ease the belt off from around his neck. He was bashfully grateful as he took it from you, but was surprised as you stopped him. You arose from his chair, gentler now while you helped fix him back up and even patted his hair back into place.

“So,” he smirked, the rise and fall of his chest still a bit heavy. “What now?”

“Now,” you pondered aloud as you fixed his tie and leaned up to kiss his brow. “Well, now that you have no reason to underestimate me, and now that I’ve forgiven you, I think I have some reason to consider your original proposition.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Jeno smiled, his eyes just as warm as before as he held the door open for you to walk you out. That pretty manager from down the hall was just now heading out of her office as well, assumingly to the same meeting. Her own assistant held the door open for her and followed faithfully behind, and you wondered if you could attain and maintain that same command that she did. At the very least, you figured, Jeno was a terrific start. You would find out what other tricks this hound could learn.

[gold-from-straw]

Consequences - ch 3/3

How Cuba went down in the Consequences ‘verse... especially tackling Charles’ STUPID ‘just following orders’ comment! I hope you like it ^_^ Thank you so much for all the love this has had! This has been the first full fic I’ve written for this ship and everyone’s so lovely! I’ve got another story to come soon, the chapters will be a lot shorter but there are more of them. Thank you!

There was something different in Charles now, a resignation. He was quieter, even with the children’s training, spoke less of morality and the greater good, and when Erik narrowed his eyes at that realisation, he simply sent an image of his stepbrother being led off into one car to return to California while his stepfather carried on into New York city without a backwards glance. Who am I to speak of ethics? he asked softly, and turned to walk away.

Erik followed him, caught up with him in the corridor outside the study and pushed him against the wall, kissing him breathless. “You’re the only one I’d listen to,” he answered, and lifted him up, breathing kisses into his neck as he clung to him like he was drowning.

They lay close together afterwards, not bothering to emerge for dinner, wrapped in each other’s arms until the sun rose on the day they’d be flying to Cuba.

Charles flew with his jaw set, his eyes hard, and Erik was the one left to encourage the team, keep them calm and safe. He kept his focus on them, on the serenity needed to protect the children, both older and also so much younger than he had been when he first hunted down the same evil.

He faced Shaw. He heard Charles’ voice in his head, calming him, talking him down from the panic. I will not let you die here, Charles said, and Erik found his balance. He whipped the helmet away from his monster, felt Charles’ mind wrapping around Shaw’s, holding it in place while Erik drove the coin forwards, his mother’s brave smile at the front of his every thought.

As the coin burrowed into Shaw's skull, Erik thought he heard a truncated scream of pain .But it was gone in an instant, and he kept his focus, driving the coin through and out, ending it. He almost slumped when he saw Shaw’s body fall an empty, lifeless thing with no more power than a stuffed animal, and for a moment hysteria overwhelmed him. Was this it? Was it truly over? How could that be possible, with him still living? Charles had told him, over and over, breathed into his ear, into his very mind as they moved together, as they played chess, as they handed each other coffee, he wasn’t going to let Erik die destroying Shaw, but… he hadn’t realised until now that it had all felt like a dream, an impossible wish.

He stumbled out of the risen submarine, met Charles’ eyes as he staggered out of the downed jet, and laughed. Charles smiled, his face tense, and Erik started forwards to him, and stopped.

“The missiles… they’re firing…”

“What?”

“Charles, check! They’re both firing, both navies.”

Charles turned to the ships, his face going slack with horror, and he turned back to Erik, speechless.

“Oh my God,” Raven said, almost under her breath. Moira raced back to the jet, screaming into the radio.

Erik felt the rage rise in his blood again, tipping the balance, only this time, the balance had shifted. Shaw was dead. He had done the impossible, and come out the other side, alive. He held up his hand as the missiles screamed towards them, and stopped them, every single one bobbing in the air, peacefully.

How dare they? How dare they try to take everything from him again, after everything he’d lost, everything they had all given to stop the annihilation of their world, and the humans had the audacity to fire on him? He turned the missiles, his focus complete, and every single one aimed itself towards its origin.

“Erik… Erik, please, no…” Charles’ voice shook, and he reached out to touch Erik’s arm. Flashes of panic started to come through. Going to die Someone save us.

Erik projected calm towards him. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to Charles, not to any of them. Our Father, who art in Heaven. “Please… oh God, there are innocent people on those boats!”

The panic rose as the missiles got closer to the ships, I’m never going to see them again and Erik wished, selfishly, please God let us get through this that he could block out Charles’ worry, my children, what will they do the way it was disrupting his concentration. Will she name the baby after me

He frowned, and several missiles fell into the water. “What?”

“They’re just oh God I should never have signed on following my little girl, only four orders will it hurt Erik”

And suddenly, I don’t think I can handle feeling them all die.

“What?” he said sharply, and all the missiles fell. Erik turned and grabbed Charles’ wrists, shaking him, and the skin contact made the voices flow faster are we safe oh my God my heart is it gone what are we going to do oh God please don’t let them tell us to fire I can’t do this we’re outgunned I just want my babies I just want my mother oh God, my head

“Charles!” Erik snapped. “Block them out, shut them down!”

“I… I can’t, it hurts!”

“You, Azazel,” he said, turning to the teleporter, held tightly by Hank. Like all of Shaw’s people, he had seemed to deflate when Erik had emerged unscathed. “Take all of us away - if you get us all to safety you can go wherever you like after that, I don’t care, just…”

He nodded, and everyone gathered together, linking hands. Erik wrapped his arm around Charles’ waist, held Moira’s hand tightly, and nodded. The beach disappeared in red smoke.

They appeared in a field, and Charles sighed, his tense muscles relaxing and slumping closer to Erik. Erik glared at Azazel, not willing to trust him yet. “Where are we?”

“Wisconsin,” Azazel said. “Am I free to go now?”

“He’s telling the truth, Erik,” said Charles, straightening up. “Although,” he added, looking from face to face in the Hellfire club. “You’re welcome to come with us, if you’re interested in a different path for mutantkind. One that doesn’t lead to a nuclear winter.”

“The humans obviously aim to destroy us,” Erik ground out. “We’d be better staying together, all of us.”

“Not all of them wish to destroy us,” Charles said softly, glancing to Moira.

Erik rolled his eyes. “Only the ones in power, Charles.”

Charles made a face, and rubbed his temples. “I’m too tired to argue.” He looked up at Janos, Angel and Azazel, shifting uncomfortably. It didn’t take a telepath to see their mistrust and confusion. “The offer stands. Stay as long as you like.”

“Why are you so trusting?” Angel shook her head.

He gave a false smile. “I’m a telepath. I don’t have to trust you. I know when someone means me harm.” His face hardened. “And you should know I am perfectly capable of protecting myself and those I care about.”

Angel stared at him, then nodded once, sharply. “I’m in.”

Janos shrugged. Azazel held out his hand. Erik held tight to Charles’ shoulder, just in case the teleporter had a trick up his sleeve, but Charles simply shook on the agreement. “If I give you the location of the mansion, will you be able to take us all there?”

He nodded, and the world disappeared once more, replaced by the lawn outside the Westchester mansion. Erik felt something under his ribs uncoil at the sight of the pretentious old pile. As if some part of his body and mind recognised it as home. Charles smiled tiredly at him, and at that, his entire soul recognised home.

They couldn’t simply collapse into their room as they both wanted. There were rooms to find for the new people, by unspoken agreement in a different wing to the current inhabitants of the house. There were ground rules to cover, and even, thanks to Alex and Angel, a screaming fight about Darwin, which resulted in both of them storming off in opposite directions, Alex down to the bunker to burn off some grief.

When Erik started noticing Charles wincing and rubbing his temple every time someone snapped or glared, he realised the steady migraine he was feeling wasn’t actually his own. He slapped some money in Sean’s hand, told him to call for pizza, and hauled Charles off to bed.

“I’m really fine,” he protested, which was clearly utter rubbish by the way he was rubbing his eye socket. “I should be there to keep the peace.”

“It’ll be good for them to sort out their own problems - you’re not their parent, Charles.”

He sighed and let Erik manhandle him into the huge, dimly lit room. “It’s only eight o’clock. Would you like a drink?”

Erik just shrugged and sat on the window seat, staring out at the dusk. Now that he was finally at rest, his mind went back through the battle. It had always been like this. He’d focus on the present until the fight was over, then, exhausted, he’d revisit it and dwell, and analyse.

It was a good thing. He always remembered more than he realised at first, and he’d learned new techniques and strategies from analysing his own actions after the fact. He was just a little surprised that it was hitting him while he was still in Charles’ company. He had thought it would wait until he was completely alone.

Now he revisited the beach, a fierce pride at having lifted the sub, irritation at having lost his focus and allowed Riptide to knock the jet off course. At least he had been able to stop Charles from tumbling around as they crashed, and he shuddered at how close they had been to ending the battle there.

The fight with Shaw drew out in his mind, every moment observed from every angle. Charles was right, there was no new peace to be found from killing the man, but he did feel like he could take a breath at last, his greatest demon vanquished, his greatest threat eliminated.

And then the nukes. He clenched his fists at his sides, the thought of those ungrateful, stupid humans turning their weapons on them - and Charles! Now, without the whirlwind of voices coming through from the humans’ minds he remembered what Charles had said, how he’d tried to stop him - ‘they’re just following orders’. How dare he? What was he thinking?

There was a clatter of glass on glass and Erik looked up to see Charles staring at him in horror, whiskey dripping onto the tablecloth. “Erik… oh my friend, I’m so… I can’t believe I said it like that, I’m so sorry.”

Erik raised his eyebrows as Charles approached him, his hands fluttering. “I’m sorry, I heard… my boundaries are all shot to hell since… but I’m so sorry for being so thoughtless!”

“Charles, Charles! It’s fine,” he said, standing and touching Charles’ cheek.

“It’s not,” said Charles, looking distraught. Erik could hear his regret, and a current of fear underpinning it, and he frowned. Charles closed his eyes, and the fear peaked. Stupid stupid careless insensitive stupid boy.

“Charles! Calm down, you’re projecting.” Charles gasped and opened his eyes again, and the sound cut off completely. So did the throbbing pain in his head. Erik had expected that at least some of the pain would have been his own headache.

He pushed it to the side for a moment, running his fingertips through Charles’ hair. “It was… a stupid thing to say,” he admitted, and Charles nodded, eyes damp. “I’ve already lost one family to men who were just following orders - and I know that’s all it is for some of them. They were just too weak, too scared to do what was right, so they did what was easy.” He pulled Charles close and kissed him on the forehead. “I refuse to lose another family to men just following orders.”

Charles whimpered and pressed himself close to Erik, his fingers gripping his shirt. “Erik, I know… I know you probably don’t want me anywhere near… it’s so selfish, but… please…”

“What is it, liebchen?” he asked, trying to pull back to look at Charles’ face.

Charles struggled against him, trying to press closer. “I… I need…”

“What do you need, love? Anything.”

Charles reached up a trembling hand to Erik’s temple. “Please?” he whispered.

Erik held his hand there and nodded. “Of course.”

Before he even finished speaking Charles was sinking into his mind with another whimper, and he gasped. Charles seemed to be completely immersed in him, his mind spreading out with a greedy sigh, tangling into his very soul. I’m sorry I’m sorry so selfish I need you, your mind, so safe, I’m so sorry.

“Why are you sorry?” he asked, with a little laugh.

 It must feel so invasive… I just… you’re my anchor. You feel so wonderful.

“I’m glad to hear my mind is comfortable. And it doesn’t feel invasive,” he said, wrapping his arms around Charles’ back, plastering him against his chest. “I like it.”

“You… you do?” So cool so safe doesn’t hurt any more

“Why was it hurting?” Erik frowned.

Charles pulled back, tendrils of thought going silent. Erik tightened his arms. “Charles,” he said, warningly.

“It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me, my friend. What was it? When you heard all the sailors?”

Charles shook his head, and tried to pull back again, but as he did so, a memory slipped out. A coin, a struggle to hold two minds, and a scream that went on and on.

Erik stumbled back, gasping, his hands pressed up to his head.

“Erik! Erik, are you OK?” Charles scrambled for him, touching him on the face, the head, the hands.

“Wh… why didn’t you tell me?” he croaked, his throat as raw as if it had been him screaming. “You felt Shaw die, you felt the coin… I hurt you!” His eyes widened with horror. “The scream that cut off, that was you!”

“I’m so sorry,” Charles said, his blue eyes rimmed with red and tears. “I never meant for you to feel it, I pulled back from you as soon as…”

“I don’t want you to apologise for that!” he shouted. “I hurt you, Charles, how can you be apologising?” He grabbed his hands, torn between shaking him and protecting him from the world. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would have… I would have…”

Charles closed his eyes. “There was nothing you could have done, no other way for us to… to kill Shaw. And I know we had to, I agree with that. I told you I would take the consequences with you, Erik, and this was one of them. If I hadn’t been in control of his mind, he would have been able to absorb the energy of the coin.”

“You say you will take the consequences with me, but it seems like you’re unwilling to actually share these consequences with me! Charles…” he cupped his face in both hands. “Are you trying to punish yourself?”

“No! Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Because that would, truly, be ridiculous. Sebastian Shaw was a monster, who did his best to turn me into a monster just like him, and you do not need to force yourself to suffer for his death.”

“I’m not, Erik,” he said, sighing and slumping into him. “It really was the only way.”

“Then why, when you started feeling the pain, did you pull away from my mind? We were in this together, I would have borne the pain with you. I should have, as the one inflicting it.”

“It… it would have distracted you.”

He raised his eyebrows. “It could have distracted you, but you managed to hold him immobile the entire time. You may say you’re not punishing yourself, but I think you are. I think you’re punishing yourself for your stepbrother, as well.”

Charles seemed to give up, closing his eyes and looking wretched. “My stepbrother… I went too far.”

“He was hurting you. He hurt Raven. What were you supposed to do? Just allow him to do so?”

“I was stronger than him--”

“No, you weren’t. Your mind was stronger than his, it’s true, but you weren’t in full control of your powers then. You acted out of fear for you and your sister, and you stopped the abuse.”

“I went too far. I could have--”

“But you didn’t. You can’t punish yourself for that forever, you know.”

“I deserve to be punished for taking a life.” Charles was almost whispering now, and Erik wrapped his arms around him. Even now he could feel flashes of pain and grief and guilt.

“You know, you can come back,” he said softly, lifting Charles’ hand to brush over his temple.

Charles looked up in shock. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I… God, my defences are just shocking right now, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry, Charles! I’ve said before, you’re welcome.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, looking up, deep blue glinting through black lashes. “I know it’s uncomfortable and intrusive, and--I just, your mind, it anchors me, I sometimes don’t even… I think my mind reaches out for yours without my intent.”

“I like it,” he shrugged. “I like the thought that I’m holding you in my mind. Protecting you.”

Charles stared at him for a moment, then surged forwards and kissed him, and their minds sank into each other at the same time. Charles sighed and went pliant in his arms, nuzzling into his neck, tendrils of thought twining around Erik’s, soft and peaceful.

“We’ll face it all together,” he said softly, stroking Charles’ hair, the strands matted with sand and sweat. “We’ll fight, and we’ll protect each other, and we won’t let anyone get away with treating us, or other mutants, like we’ve been treated. And we’ll face the consequences together, you hear? No more hiding the pain from me.”

Charles didn’t answer, but pressed even closer, clinging on, and in his mind Erik felt a whisper of yes, thank you, I love you. He smiled, and wrapped him in love.