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Hey y’all I’m just coming on here to say I’m leaving this account. I have some personal issues going on involving my job and I don’t think I’ll have time to write anymore:( thanks to those who followed me from the beginning and It sucks knowing that the rest of my ideas for stories will never come out but maybe in the future I’ll come back on and finish them! Love y’all

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Part 2 is in the works it should be out before the end of the month! Thanks for your patience yall!

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Path to you

Alrighty y’all it is finally time! I’m made up a title just so it has one but it is not the official one. The official title will be released when the story is over! This isn’t my best work so eventually I’ll come back and rework it. Reader is fem and can be of any race or body type! I hope you enjoy! -Q💕

WARNINGS: mentions of dead bodies, mentions of being bullied, cussing, reader being called princess, fem!reader, implied racism.

Hawkins Indiana, a seemingly boring town with boring people. A seemingly boring town where everyone knows everyone, at least that's what everyone thought before the murders began…

A chill runs up your spine as you look over to your window still ajar from your stargazing last night. You Throw your feet off the side of your bed, shut it and reluctantly start getting ready for the day. Half an hour later as you brush your teeth and shut the water off you hear shattering glass from downstairs. You rush to your parents watching the news, the remains of your fathers coffee mug at his feet and your mother sitting on the edge of the couch both looking shell shocked. You finally look at the tv where the news reporter is standing by the outskirts of the woods where she explains that a body of a Hawkins high student was found torn apart by a animal in the woods. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your ear and your breath feels caught in your throat.

On the edge of a panic attack. You grab your keys and run out of the door. Driving to school way faster than the speed limit you half haphazardly park your car and run into the library, your breath releases when you see your best friend Tracy sitting reading her copy of pride and prejudice. You run to her and give her an overwhelming hug.

“Oof hey Y/n nice to see you too’’. She giggles lightly in your chest.

“You haven't seen the news?” you question her releasing her from your monstrous grip.

“What news? I've been here since 5:30.” she explains

‘’A student at Hawkins was attacked last night. Torn apart in the woods by the byers house. I know you live by them so i just had the worst feeling ever that it was you” you tell her tearing up.

You hear the doors slam open behind you, you turn to see the curly headed boy looking around the stacks of books until his eyes reach yours. He bolts towards making you jump.

“y/n! I've been looking for you everywhere. Can you come with me to steves after school today.’ You stare dumbfounded at the boy ‘please’ he adds

“Why?” you squint your eyes at him suspiciously. You did know the kid who stood in front of you. Dustin was friends with Lucas who you had babysat for years along with his little sister erica. They were your favorite kids to babysit, erica always kept you on your toes but she had eventually and reluctantly warmed up to you. Dustin had never sought you out specifically to hang out just with lucas when you had to watch him.

I'll tell you if you go to steves with me. Please y/n?” He begs with a little pout you couldn't possibly say no to.

You sigh. “Fine i'll meet you in the parking lot” his eyes lit up.

“Yes thanks i'll see you after school” amd with that he dawdles off right when the bell rings. You shrug at tracy who looks just as confused as you and go to your class.

You finish packing up when the last bell rings for the day and head out to the parking lot where Dustin is patiently waiting. You hop in your car, instruct him to do the same and head over to Steve's house with directions from dustin. You head inside where you are surprised to see so many people you knew including max lucas girlfriend. He got so nervous he called you asking for advice saying “she makes me want to throw up…but in a good way” it's kinda scary seeing how grown up he is now. Dustin quickly takes a seat leaving you with the option of the only seat left next to steve.

You don't know how you feel about steve. Him and his friends were complete and utter assholes. They would bully everyone about anything. Eddie because he was a metalhead freak, barbera because she was a goody two shoes and you because of your fascination with monsters and all things horror.They were relentless, everyday your freshman year you would come to school with drawing with you making out with classic monsters like dracula, frankenstein's monster and the wolfman and one time they even filled your locker with fake blood and the principle had made you stay after school to clean it up. Steve tommy and giggled when they saw you on your hands and knees cleaning up the red 40 dye and corn syrup. You grimace when you think about it but you begrudgingly sit down. He gives you a tight lipped smile that you return

“So did you ask her?” Mike is a boy you also recognize from babysitting lucas. You also recognize his older sister Nancy from the brief period of dating steve. Surveying the room you feel a little better knowing that you recognize everyone here. That moment of reassurance is brief as all of sudden you feel all eyes on you, you gulp and turn to look at dustin.

“Ask me what?” you question him nervously.

He giggles anxiously before looking at you.” Well” his voice cracks “Have you heard about the kid found in the woods this morning?”

“Of course I have what does that have to do with anything dustin?” you snap, starting to feel tense with the eyes focused on you.

“Ok hear me out, so i found the body before the cops did and i don't think it was what they say it was. I mean yeah there were claw marks but they were massive, and so i thought about and you have the most knowledge about it so i wanted to talk to you first.” he breathes out.

“Dustin, what the hell are you talking about? I Know a lot about what?” you asked.

“Ya know monsters and stuff.” he says nonchalantly

“Yeah and?” you say more confused than ever.

Max huffs and rolls her eyes before she yells out an irritated “Dustin just fricken tell her!”

“Ok ok damn. I think it was a werewolf that attacked that kid” he breathes out glaring at max.

He rants on about his theory about the werewolf in Hawkins for what feels like hours when you hear a car pull up outside. Looking out the window you're surprised to see that it was dark. It had actually been hours. someone pounds on the door aggressively. Steve gets up to get it. As soon as he unlocks the door it gets pushed opened. Billy pushes into the room glaring at max.

“Maxine get your fucking ass in the car” he yells.

“Its max” she snaps. He grabs her by arm and yanks her up off the floor, you stand up feeling protective.

“And sinclair” he snarls at lucas “ i thought i told you to stay the hell away from her, she doesn't need to be around your kind”

“Hey!” you pull him out of the house dragging him to his car. He looked shocked for exactly a millisecond. You let him go and turn toward him. “What the hell is your problem?” he laughs. this motherfucker you think.

“That little shit isnt in my car. That's my problem” he

“Her name is max, asshole” you seethe

“Why the hell, do you care what i call her” he barks out.

“Because she deserves basic respect billy”

“What do you know about what she deserves” he scoffs’

“Because everyone deserves at least that, even an asshole like you.”

“You dont know what youre talking about, you dont know fucking shit about me or what i deserve” his face switches from a scowl to a smirk like a cat thats caught the mouse. “And what do you deserve for talking to me like this huh?” he threatens. Getting up in your face pinning you between him and his car trying to intimidate you.

“I'm not scared of you” you say as confidently as you can.

He puts his lips on the shell of your ear. Your heart beats out of your chest with the proximity “No?” he says mockingly. He looks into your eyes nose to nose you feel his breath on your lips, the smell of tobacco and mint invade your senses “You should be” you feel chills run down your spine.

“I'm ready” you hear Max's uncharacteristically meek voice come from behind you.

Billy looks you up and down smirking before going around you opening his door and speeding off. Feeling shaken you say goodbye to the gang and leave to go home. You plop on your bed and stare up into the ceiling thinking about the events that took place today. Trying to wrap your head around Dustin's big bad wolf but your mind wanders back to billy. You shudder when you think about his breath on your neck. What the hell was his problem? What the hell is your problem you question as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up later than you had hoped. After frantically getting ready you rush down stairs to see your parents in the almost exact positions they were in yesterday. You look at the tv to see the same report as they did yesterday. The only difference was the victim. You swiftly jump in the car and make your mad dash to your class. At lunch you finally have the chance to breathe which is cut short when you open your locker and find Steve standing on the other side of the door.

“What? Disappointed there's not 6 gallons of blood on the floor?” you huff

“What? No?” he says surprised.

“Uh Huh sure.” you said annoyed

“That wasn't me that was all tommy and carols idea” he explained

“And yet you did nothing to stop them.” you shrugged sarcastically

“Come on y/n. I'm not like that anymore, more changed than you think” he

You giggled “Like you hanging out with children.”

“You hang out with lucas.” he retorted

“No, I babysit lucas. There's a difference but i get it there an interesting bunch”

“Interesting is one word to put it.” he laughed noting the cute the way his nose crinkles “You right by the way”

“I usually am but in what instance are we talking about harrington” you laughed along with him.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I should have stopped them or done something.” he trails off. “I should have at least stayed to help you clean up”

“It's fine Steve, I learned a very valuable lesson that day.” you smile

“Oh yeah.” he smirks, leaning into the locker next to you. “And what is this oh so valuable lesson” he looks you up and down. You feel your cheeks burn up.

You gain your composure and say in total deadpan “that lemon pledge and hydrogen peroxide can clean up anything.”

He barks out a real genuine laugh that is so contagious it pulls a laugh out of you “good to know the next time we make a mess” he says flirty and the heat in your cheeks returns and grows to the tip of your ears. He coughs “anyway dustin told me to tell you to meet us in the library at 8, so ill see you later bye”

“yeah bye steve '' he walks away still looking at last minute he turns around and enters the cafetera and you can't help but smile at yourself.

The rest of the day is uneventful as per usual. You grab your assignment from your teacher and head back to your locker to pack the rest of your stuff away. As you walk in the parking lot you see a familiar head of hair standing at your car door.

“Yes hargrove do you need something? You ask slightly annoyed

“I'll pick you up at 8” he says nonchalantly

You're baffled at his bluntness “excuse me? what?”

“You heard me, I'll pick you up at 8” he says. Your eyebrows are in your hair line “later princess” he smirks and saunters off to his car where you see a disgruntled Max in the passenger's seat.

Now you're left with a choice: go to the library with Steve to investigate the werewolf terrorizing Hawkings or unlock part of the mystery that is Billy Hargrove.

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If all goes well part one of the steve and billy x reader will come out later tonight!

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A werewolf in Hawkins, is it less ridiculous than it seems? Pulled in two different directions, which path will you take?

The babysitters? “I’m not like that anymore, more’s changed than you think?

Or the new kids? “You dont know what your talking about, you dont know fucking shit about me.”

Each path will give you clues to who is running a muck hawkins. So which path will you take? 

   The choice is up to you.

alrighty yall, this is going to be a scooby doo-esc story with a butterfly effect. each choice you make will effect the story. please bare with me with releases as in this story will have like a bagillion different endings. i will try to at least upload a part of a path every week but we'll see how that goes. i'm also not releasing the title until the end because it gives the story away. cant wait for you guys to read it!

The butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state. The term is closely associated with the work of mathematician and meteorologist Edward Norton Lorenz. (wiki)

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Writing the preview to the Billy or Steve x reader rn! It'll get posted tomorrow so look out for it!

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I'm writing this fic faster than I thought so the preview will be out next week and hopefully the first chapter will be out the week after that I'm so excited!

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Hey guys! So bad news I just deleted the answer to everything series. I got uninspired 😬 good news Im writing a new series! Its gonna be a choose you own story with Steve and Billy it's not going to be out for a little while cuz its like fifteen story's in one but keep notifications on for a sneak peek 👀👀

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Study Session

Eddie asks you to help him study.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader (any race)

Word count: 4.8k (I got a little carried away oopsie)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, reader is 18+, pet names (princess), bit o nipple play, biting (not too hard), fingering, handjob, unprotected p in v sex, a little of my D&D dorkiness sneaking out hehe

Author’s note: It took the beautiful doe-eyed soft fluffy boy making my heart explode to kick my ass back into writing! And thanks to him I already have another Eddie fic halfway done wink wink. No spoilers for ST4! Biggest shoutout to my irl bestie @tincanfics for hyping me up and also @mjolnir-steve for beta-ing! I am in love with Eddie Munson and there is no cure. Please consider sharing and commenting if you enjoy this!

You maneuvered through the sea of bodies to slip into the back door of your English class, a slow breath easing out of your chest as you settled into your seat. This was it, your last year of high school. While people were already boasting about the colleges they would be applying to or their grand gap year plans, you were just relieved to be done. The school work came easy enough, it wasn’t hard to study when you didn’t have anyone to be hanging out with. Your family moving to Hawkins your junior year pulled you from your old friends and pushed you into a situation where everyone had found their cliques the years prior, so you spent your time studying or walking through the woods of the small town with your walkman fastened to your hip. 

The screech of chalk on the board pulled you from your thoughts and once you realized you hadn’t missed anything important, you scanned the room for who you would be seeing first period every day. Familiar faces seemed to surround you, until you looked straight across the room to someone sneaking in after the bell and into the softest brown eyes you had ever seen. You immediately dropped your head to hide your face, cheeks growing hot from catching the gaze of possibly the most beautiful person in existence. Sure, you had seen the fluffy-haired metalhead in the hallways or standing on the occasional table in the cafeteria, but this was different. He was looking back at you this time. Heart hammering against your ribcage, curiosity got the best of you as you flicked your eyes back in that direction, only to get caught again. This time, you waited long enough to gauge his reaction, and you could’ve passed out seeing the smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth and two ringed fingers raising off the desk in greeting. Refusing to let your nerves win this time, you offered a small wave back before turning your attention to the teacher. 

It became routine for you to start your day with English class, offering a small smile and wave across the room at the boy you quickly learned was named Eddie, and he returned the gesture in kind. The more comfortable you got, the more often your gaze danced over his features as he tried to pay attention to the lesson. You liked how his fingers drummed on the desk when he was bored, the sunlight sometimes catching the chunky silver pieces just right. You wondered how they would feel on your skin. His fluffy curls swayed whenever he would lean back in his chair to stretch, and it took all of your willpower to not notice how his tee would ride up and you could see the pale skin of his belly. He would wrinkle his nose at lines he didn’t like or found particularly complex, and you just wanted to plant the smallest kiss right on the tip of it. Studying for school was a chore, but you could study Eddie Munson all day. Somehow, your notetaking didn’t falter, though you were sure it would when you caught yourself doodling the Hellfire Club logo that was on his shirt. 

Eddie thanked whatever merciful power sent him a reason to want to go to English class first period. Not that he was paying as much attention, but showing up everyday instead of skipping had to help keep him on the path to graduating for real this year, right? It was time he got it together and actually wrapped up his time at Hawkins High. Maybe the band could get more gigs if he and the guys had time to travel. He was just determined to be done this time around. What he thought was going to be the most painful part of his day immediately turned around when he caught the eye of the cutest girl he had ever seen on the first day of school.

It had been a few weeks of the little back and forth with Eddie. You would smile and silently greet each other every morning from across the room and steal glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Almost like a game, the two of you would try to take everything in about the other while still keeping a single thread of focus on the topic for the day. You were much more successful than Eddie when it came to this. The first pop quiz handed back stared up at him with an F. He frantically looked over to you and caught the A on the top of yours as you tucked it into your folder. If he needed a sign to approach you, this was it.

-

You had dropped your chemistry textbook into your locker and closed the door, only to find the shaggy haired beauty from your English class on the other side, causing you to yelp in surprise. 

“Sorry to scare you, princess!” Eddie briefly looked mortified as his cheeks tinged pink, then he took a breath and offered his hand out. “I’m Eddie.”

“O-oh, it’s okay. Sorry to scare you back.” You shyly smiled at the nickname and gently fit your hand into his as you gave him your name. “It’s nice to officially meet you.” You didn’t realize you were still holding his hand as you got lost peering into his round eyes again.

“Yeah, you too.” Eddie gently squeezed your hand again before reluctantly letting go. Why was it so easy to flirt with you across the room, but now right in front of you, he felt even dumber than his grades showed? “Listen, I was wondering..” He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and broke your gaze to study the blank outside of your locker. “Would you maybe want to study together sometime? You look like you have a way better handle on O’Donnell’s class than I do. And it would be cool to hang out, you know?”

You held your breath as he spoke. While you were a little disappointed he wasn’t asking you out, you were also relieved at not having to muster up the courage to go on a proper date. Hanging out sounded good. 

“That sounds good. Yeah. I can help you out.” You nodded, desperately trying to keep your nerves at bay. “Hanging out would be cool, too.”

Eddie beamed at you, ecstatic at getting the chance to spend more time with you and hopefully getting his grades straightened out. “I have Hellfire tonight. How about tomorrow, my place? Just me and my uncle and he works nights, so it would be nice and quiet.”

“Sure, that sounds good.” You were staring at him again, lost in the lines around his smile that made him look extra endearing to you. The bell for next class brought your attention back. “I can meet you in the parking lot tomorrow after school.”

You couldn’t help yourself in dressing a little cuter the next day. You didn’t want to be obvious or anything, but a little more makeup and jeans with your favorite top gave you the confidence to go through your day and have you fighting to not skip your way to the parking lot after your last class.

“Hey, princess!” Eddie called to you from where he was leaning against his van, waving once he caught your eye. 

He chewed at his bottom lip, watching as you approached. You seemed even more chipper than usual. Were you as excited as he was for this? He wasn’t sure about that, though the thought made his heart race a little. You looked extra good today, from your bright smile all the way down to your jeans that hugged your thighs so nicely. He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts and made his way over to the passenger side to open the door for you, dramatically bowing and gesturing for you to take a seat. “My lady, your chariot to the land of studying awaits.”

You giggled as you thanked him and climbed into the van. The ride to his place went by smoothly as he told you all about the current campaign he was running with Hellfire. The way he animatedly spoke and gestured with his hands as he drove was so engaging, his passion pulling you in more by the second. 

Eddie was thrilled to tell you everything about Dungeons and Dragons and the storyline he had crafted. No one ever asked him about the game, and he loved the way you were watching him as he spoke. You seemed genuinely interested in him, or at least what he was saying. He gradually quieted down as he pulled into the trailer park, suddenly nervous about what you would think about it.

“So, do you think they’ll be able to survive Vecna?” You seemed unphased at the surroundings as you collected your bag off the floor. “It sounds like you’re giving those kids a real run for their money.”

Eddie did a double take at you not casting a judgemental look toward the trailer. He rarely had anyone over, never mind a pretty girl who was smart and seemed to like talking to him. “We’ll have to see if their plan will work. It seems pretty risky, but I think they have a chance at pulling it off.” He hopped out of the driver’s side and dashed over to your door, making sure to open it with as much flourish as he did the first time before leading you to the front door. “It’s not much, but it’s home.” He mumbled as he ushered you into the living room. He fidgeted with his rings as he watched you take in your surroundings.

“I like the hat collection.” You warmly smiled at him, trying to calm the anxious expression on his face.

“Thanks. It’s a thing my uncle and I have been doing for years.” He shuffled his feet a little but perked up at your smile. “Wanna head to my room? I mean, to start studying.” His cheeks felt warm again as he gestured down the hall.

“Lead the way, kind sir.” You softly giggled as he was clearly caught off guard by your own nickname for him. Following him into the room at the back of the trailer, you were in awe of the space completely decked out in band posters, your eyes falling to a glossy black and red guitar hanging in the center of the wall. The air was warm and smelled of a heady combination of his cologne and the weed he was no doubt stashing somewhere. It suited him perfectly. 

“She’s a beaut, huh?” Eddie gently touched his fingers to the instrument. He was relieved you weren’t seemingly off put by anything and possibly intrigued by his interests. He was not used to this. 

“Can I hear you play sometime?” You turned to him, the hopeful expression on your face making his chest tighten. 

“I’m not really sure you’ll be into the stuff I play, princess.” He chuckled and gestured to the various metal band memorabilia around the room, “But you can if you really want.”

“I would like that very much.” You were buzzing with excitement. The prospect of getting to see him outside of school again putting an additional pep in your step. School. Right. You were supposed to be helping him with English, too. “So, did you want to get started on the homework?”

-

You read passionately as you lay across the foot of Eddie’s bed on your belly, casually rolling a few dice in your palm.

“Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,

But be the serpent under't. He that's coming

Must be provided for: and you shall put

This night's great business into my dispatch;

Which shall to all our nights and days to come

Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom”

Eddie watched you in awe, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between the curves of your legs and the motion of your fingers caressing his game pieces. “You sure make a convincing murderous lady.” He grins at you as you roll on your side to face him. 

“I hope that doesn’t scare you away…” You took a risk and winked at him, taking great satisfaction in the surprised look on his face. Like in class, the two of you had taken to stealing glances while the other was busy reading, although this time you seemed to be catching each other constantly. You felt more comfortable the more you read back and forth.

To his credit, Eddie threw on a cheesy suave look and leaned toward you, plucking a d20 out of your hand. “Not at all, dearest partner of greatness.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the proximity, his weight shifting on the bed only moving you closer to him. So easily you reverted back to your favorite activity, studying Eddie Munson. His fluffy hair was tousled from rolling around the mattress as he dramatically read his lines, his big brown eyes looking even darker from the size of his pupils, he was an absolute sight to behold.  

Eddie could feel his ears burning beneath his curls from the way you looked at him, almost like you were in awe. He was used to people looking at him, but more like a performer at a freakshow or an animal in a cage. You looked at him like he was a work of art. It made him excited and nervous all at once. Did you really want him? His gaze dropped to your lips then quickly returned to your eyes, silently asking for permission.

A fresh wave of confidence soared through you as the usually boisterous metalhead softened right before your eyes, a look of almost pleading on his face the closer you became. You wanted to close the distance so badly, ever since you saw him on the first day of class, but you also enjoyed the little games you played together. You wanted him to feel in his element. “Roll for it.”

“What?” Eddie leaned back slightly, a brief look of confusion across his pretty face before you toyed with the die in his hand.

“You heard me, Mister Dungeon Master. Roll. To. Kiss. Me.” You leaned forward and softly bumped his nose with yours.

Eddie groaned, your words going right to his heart and crotch. “Damn, princess. Almost as ruthless as Lady Macbeth.” He carefully pushed your closed books together, giving him a flat surface to work with. He rolled the die around in his hand, praying to a god he didn’t believe in as he watched you bite your lip and smile at him. He slowly exhaled and released the die, watching as it bounced atop the books, the hollow sound ringing in his ears along with his heartbeat. 

The two of you held your breaths as the piece spun, trying so desperately to will a high number in your heads. Both wanting it so badly…

And he rolled a damn 10. 

Eddie went wide-eyed, a panicked look twisting his features as he frantically looked back and forth between you and the d20 that betrayed him. “I- Can, can I reroll? Please?”

“No.” Your voice was level, almost casual as you leaned forward to inspect the low roll further. “However, I’ll consider it a partial success. You can kiss me anywhere except on the lips.” You smirked at him, goosebumps spreading across your body as you watched his breathing pick up. 

Eddie was stunned. How was the cute, quiet girl that he borderline drooled over in class teasing him like this? He never wanted it to stop. “As you wish, my lady.” He gently cupped the back of your head and leaned in, his nose bumping yours again. The soft gasp that fell from your lips only spurred on his returned teasing as his fingers ghosted over your goosebumps. He ran the tip of his nose across your cheek, watching as your eyes fluttered closed. The hum you emitted as he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheekbone made the front of his jeans tighten. You made such pretty sounds, and he wasn’t anywhere near done hearing them. 

The way he teased you was already setting you on fire, his gentle touches and the softness of his lips on your skin driving you crazy. You slid a hand up his arm and pushed your fingers through his fluffy curls, needing to touch him in some way. You pulled back slightly, only to look at him and see a reflection of just how needy you were. “Eddie…” 

He moaned hearing you say his name and dipped his head down to start peppering your jaw and the side of your neck with more kisses. He slid his other arm beneath you and pulled you closer to him, cradling you in his arms. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, please.” You softly cooed into the crown of his head, inhaling the mouth-watering scent of his shampoo. You writhed under his touch, pressing your bodies closer together and tugging at the hair you still had in your grasp. The vibration of his next moan had you squeezing your thighs together. The tension lingering between you all evening and finally getting the touch you needed was everything.

Eddie kissed and licked down to your collarbone, trying to nudge his way under the neckline of your top. He released the gentle grip he had on the back of your neck and rested his hand on your hip, massaging your curves through your jeans as he slipped his thumb under your shirt to touch the soft skin of your belly. “You’re so pretty, princess.” The way your back arched beneath his touch gave him the confidence to slide his hand further up, gripping the flesh of your waist. 

“You can see more of me if you want.” You gasped, feeling his teeth nipping at your shoulder. “Please, Eddie. Can I see you, too?” Releasing his curls, you gently tugged at the bottom of his shirt. 

“Yes! Absolutely, yes.” Eddie was quick to sit up onto his knees and yank his shirt off over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. He met your eyes briefly, momentarily speechless seeing how blown your pupils were, before he saw you hungrily take in his exposed torso. 

You sat up to match him and immediately dove in to cover his neck and chest with kisses and gentle bites, pleasantly mewling at the taste of his skin. You flicked your tongue against his nipple and hummed in delight at his sharp intake of breath. It seemed impossible, you being there with the wild boy who caught your attention from a distance a year ago, so you were going to make the most of it. You kissed across his chest and down his arms, leaving kitten licks beside each tattoo before you reached his fingers. You collected his large hands in yours and toyed with his rings for a moment, before pressing a kiss to each fingertip.

Eddie felt like he was in a daze watching you, each movement and kiss lifting him higher into the haziness of his arousal. He couldn’t believe a sweet thing like you would actually give him the time of day, but here you were borderline sucking on his fingers and making eyes at him. He needed you. Resting his hands on your hips at first, he collected the fabric of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, like he was unwrapping a delicate present. He let the article fall to the bed beside him as he took you in: kneeling on his bed in your bra, wet marks from his kisses across your neck, your eyes glazed over in lust, biting your bottom lip while giving him a shy smile as you reached back to unclasp your bra. He was done for. 

The way Eddie was so perfectly following your instruction was driving you both insane. He tackled you back onto the mattress, covering your face with kisses, daring to get as close to the corners of your smile as possible still without touching your lips as you laughed. You both managed to undo each other’s jeans and slide them down your legs, taking a moment to process the sights before you. Hands roaming everywhere, you gently bit his shoulder as his fingers traced over the wetness of your panties, you cradling his balls and firm erection through his boxers. He laid open-mouthed kisses down your sternum and kneaded your breasts with his free hand, loving how you squealed when he would pinch a nipple. 

He was painfully hard at this point, and all of your caressing and perfect squeezing further drove him to pleasure. He wanted so badly to be inside you, but he needed to feel you first. He chuckled at the pout you gave him as he retracted his hand from between your thighs. “I promise you’ll like what I’m going to do, princess.” He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your panties and swirled a finger around your already swollen clit. “You’re soaked for me, huh? You want more?” He teased as his fingertips lazily stroked through your slick folds. 

“Please. Yes, please, Eddie.” You whined and swiveled your hips. Your back arched off the bed as he pressed a long digit into you, satisfying you in a way you had been craving for weeks. You dipped your hand into the band of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his length the best you could, slowly stroking the silky skin. He had you so worked up, he easily slipped a second finger inside you. “More, please. Wanna feel your rings.”

“Oh, fuck.” Eddie was losing himself in your touch and deliciously needy sounds. He pressed his two fingers deeper, just enough to have his bulky rings nudging your entrance. His pace continued to be torturously slow, his fingers filling you repeatedly to the hilt of his rings as he watched you alternate between closing your eyes in bliss and looking up at him when you gave him a firm stroke. 

You would be lost in taking in every little expression Eddie made if he wasn’t making you so lost in pleasure. His fingers curled inside you perfectly, your back further arching off the bed as you neared your climax. His mouth was hanging slack as you continued to stroke him, his lips puffy from dragging them down your body. He looked perfectly debauched. You gasped when he rubbed his thumb against your clit with both fingers pressed deep inside you. Your hips bucked against his hand, and you started to stroke his cock faster. “Eddie, I’m… I-oh!” Your orgasm washed you in absolute pleasure as you clenched around his fingers, the motion of his thumb prolonging your release. 

“There you go, princess. Keep coming for me. So pretty. So, so pretty.” He egged you on, feeling such pride in making you tremble the way you did. His cock throbbed in your hand, desperate for release at this point, but he couldn’t stop playing with your sweet pussy and watching you writhe for him. 

You used your free hand to weakly grasp at his wrist, stilling his movement. “So good. So sensitive. Just a second.” You giggled as you guided his fingers out of you, humming at the feeling. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you continued to stroke him, running your thumb through the precum dripping from the tip. Once you felt ready, you laid back down and beckoned him toward you, spreading your knees as he climbed between them.  “Are you ready, Eddie?” You bumped the tip of your noses together again.

“Hell yes,” Eddie lowly whispered, his breath fanning over your face as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. "Are you ready, princess?" He sat back and slowly stroked himself, rubbing the nearly purple head through your wetness. 

"Mhm.." You nodded up at him, wiggling your hips to invite him to fill you up. "Need you, Eds." 

Eddie exhaled a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest and ears at the reality of where he was. He moaned as he slowly pushed into you, his forehead falling to rest atop of yours when he filled you completely. He stilled for a moment, for you to adjust to him and even more so for him to not finish the second he slid into your slick heat. "Oh, fuck, I'm inside you, princess. You feel so perfect." He mumbled into your forehead and kissed it again before pulling back to look at you.

The stretch of Eddie filling you was overwhelming in the best way possible. You grabbed his shoulder, your nails digging into his skin. "So full. Oh, my god. Please move. I need it." 

He pulled almost completely out before slowly sliding all the way back in, already losing himself to how good you felt around him. He pushed himself up onto his hands that rested on either side of your head to watch you as he picked up his pace. He was hypnotized by how your body moved under him; the way your breasts jiggled with each  thrust, your legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him further into you, and how you reached above yourself to grasp his wrists. The room was filled with sounds of your combined moans and the slapping of skin, something neither of you could get enough of in that moment. Eddie almost came as you sat up and started kissing and sucking at the tattoos on his forearms. “Jesus, princess. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin’ that.”

Your body was thrumming with pleasure, being filled so perfectly and surrounded by everything Eddie Munson. He looked so fucked out and wild on top of you, his hair bouncing with his thrusts and his beautiful eyes locked on you. You wanted to make him come, bring him the same pleasure he already brought you so easily and was going to again. You leaned forward and bit at the tattoo on his chest, your tongue laving at the expanse of skin between your teeth. He shouted and his thrusts picked up, absolutely pounding into you now. A mewl from you was muffled against his chest. With a ‘pop’ you released his pec and kissed up his neck, “C’mon, Eddie. Make me cum again, then finish inside me.”

“Oh, god.” Eddie was gritting his teeth at this point, determined to make you hit your peak again before he did. He slid a hand down your body, rolling a nipple between his fingers before settling his hand on your pubic bone, his thumb quickly circling over your clit. He was losing his pace, every kiss and bite you pressed to his skin was pushing him closer and closer. “Let me hear you. Let me hear those pretty noises, and come for me again.” He changed the motion of his thumb and nearly roared as you keened beneath him.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, fuck, yes, Eddie!” You buried your face into his chest as your orgasm came crashing down on you. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, flames lapping at you with each pulse of your release around him. “Please fill me up. Please!” You lifted your eyes to look at him, needing to see him come apart.

“Holy shit. I’m gonna cum, I-” Eddie thrust deep inside once more before spilling his release inside of you. The remaining clenching from your pussy leaving him with nothing but to give the smallest thrusts as he finished. He dropped to his elbows, his hair falling over his shoulders and caging your faces together for a moment. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both tried to regain your breath. 

When his heart rate finally slowed, he reluctantly pulled out of you and rolled onto his back, arms open and inviting you to lay with him. He hummed contently as you snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. This felt so right. 

After a few minutes of comfortable silence between, you suddenly shifted and reached under your side, piquing Eddie’s interest. You grinned up at him as you produced the d20 from earlier. “I think you should roll again.”

Eddie chuckled and plucked the die from your hand. “I guess I can’t really complain about my results from the last one.” Flashing you a cheeky smile, he rolled it in his hands for a moment before dropping it down the curve of your hip. He sat up a little to peer at it sitting on the bed between you, a 20 sitting at the top. 

You both cheered and grabbed at each other's face, peering into the other’s eyes before finally closing the distance and pressing your lips together.

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[virtualgf51]

Okay but why does this also somehow fit with the Scream AU to me? Eddie fucking you because you need comfort to not think about the murderer running around town and then calling Steve afterwards like "shit dude, she's off the list, we can't kill her, that pussy is too good to lose"

stop that's hot.

planning to kill you because you're just another dumb bimbo until eddie feels the tight grip of your cunt around his cock </3 now hes got a bit of a crush. just gotta get stevie on board.

[virtualgf51]

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

summary: in which you forget your wallet and offer eddie a quid pro quo. oh, look at you using big words! [eddie munson x bimbo!reader]

cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (m receiver), cheating, outdoors sex, reader is dumb (obviously, so if that bothers you.. goodbye!]

a/n: i rewrote this entire thing 4 times 😃 i still don’t really like how some parts turned out but let’s pretend it’s because i’ve stared at it for hours on end and not bc it’s actually bad <3

“That’d be 20,” Eddie says, sliding the bag of weed towards you over the wooden table.

You open your bag to look for your wallet only to not find it in its usual spot. You look inside the bigger compartment, ruffling through makeup bags, receipts and strawberry lollipops but come back empty handed. You look back at Eddie, offering him an anxious smile, “Just a sec.”

He nods and rests his forearms on the table, toying with the wristband of his watch while he watches you open all three of your makeup bags, the glass bottles and compact powders clinking against each other. 

His eyebrows raise at your mumbled curse. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. S’just…” you giggle nervously, twirling a strand of hair. “I forgot my wallet. Silly me.”

Eddie grimaces in pity. “Well that’s unfortunate, sweetheart, but you know what they say…” he takes back the plastic bag and dumps it into his toolbox, closing the lid sharply. He smiles sarcastically, “Flattery doesn’t pay the bills.”

Your shoulders drop as he stands up, but before he can put his leather jacket back on your face lights up, resembling a cartoon having an eureka moment. Or so Eddie thinks. “Wait! I could pay you some other way, if you want!”

“Cash only, you know the rules.” Your twinkling laughter lets him know he said something stupid, which coming from you should probably bruise his ego a little. “What?”

“That’s not what I meant, silly,” you chuckle, adjusting your position on the bench and leaning forward conspiratorially, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Eddie gulps as your eyes drag down his body to his groin then back up to his face. “I meant, I could do you a little favour.”

“A favour,” he repeats blankly. 

“Yeah, like a little– ugh, what’s the word?” You muse, your front teeth trapping your lower lip. Eddie has to admit that the way your brows furrow in concentration is adorable. “Oh, yeah, a little quid pro quo! I suck your cock, you give me the weed for free,” you sing-song, smiling at him. 

Eddie is many things. A freak, a nerd, an academic failure, a drug dealer. He is not dumb, though, even though the vast majority of Hawkins High would like to defer. So it’d be very dumb of him to turn down a blowjob offer from one of the prettiest girls in Hawkins. 

He’s seen you around town before, walking around with your short skirts and dresses and tight shirts, heeled mary janes that probably cost more than anything inside his trailer clicking against the pavement. You were one of the few people in Hawkins that didn’t cast him aside, in fact, you had always been kind to him whenever he got the courage to talk to you. 

Whether it was because you were simply too nice or because the fact that he was Eddie “the Freak” Munson just flew over your pretty little ditzy head, he’d never know. 

So sue him if he had a teeny tiny crush on the local airhead.

Then he remembers the hunk who usually had an arm wrapped around your waist. The meathead that would bump into his shoulder if they crossed paths. The jackass that would make your shoulders drop and a sad look cloud your face when he mocked you as you played around with the figurines on display in the comic shop he frequented. 

His mood sours.

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” 

“Yeah, but he won’t mind. Half the weed is for him anyways.” You shrug, clearly unbothered. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been sneaking around with like, half of his girl friends behind my back. At least I’m doing this as a favour to him.” 

Eddie’s eyes widen. “Shit, no way.” 

“Yeah, he must think I’m stupid or something. I mean, I’ve already found three different fake nails in his car. Do I look like the type of girl to wear black nail polish?” You tilt your head to the side, your shiny purple nails clicking on the table. Eddie shakes his head with a snort. “Exactly! So, are we gonna do this or not? I have a hair dresser’s appointment in like an hour.”

Eddie shifts in place, kicking some leaves up in the air. As much as this is a dream come true, he doesn’t wanna take advantage of your predicament. Hoping you don’t take it back, he asks, “You sure this is cool?” 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”

He wonders if your idea of fun is usually this fucked up but finds himself nodding in approval. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”

You clap your hands in excitement and stand up, your skirt flaring as you twirl around to walk to the opposite side of the bench. You stand in front of him, fingers linked together as you bounce on the balls of your feet. “So, like, do you wanna stand or sit down?”

Eddie stares at your glossy mouth as you talk, down to your low cut top that exposes the swells of your chest, and lower to your short skirt that will most likely rise up if the barest hint of a breeze passes you by. 

“I, uh, I think I’ll sit,” he says, lowering himself to the bench. He gulps when he’s face to face with your boobs, your nipples straining against your shirt.

Yeah, he thinks as his cock stirs awake, sitting down was the smartest choice. 

“Wait,” he grabs his jacket and dumps it in front of him. “For– for your knees. So the leaves don’t hurt you,” he explains when he sees the confused look on your face. 

Your heart swells inside your chest. You have to clutch it to make sure it doesn’t burst from the seams. “That’s so sweet!” you cry and give him a quick peck on the cheek before kneeling between his legs. 

You shuffle until you’re in a comfortable position, caressing his thighs gently when you’re done. “It’s super comfy, Eddie. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he exhales, watching in anticipation as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He helps you out by raising his hips, pulling down his boxers himself just enough to get his cock out. 

Your mouth falls open. “Oh, wow.”

His cock isn’t even fully hard yet but it’s still an impressive sight, barely thicker than it’s longer and decorated with two cute veins on either side that lead to the pink tip. Your favourite colour. 

You reach forward to touch him but he shifts back awkwardly, shoulders drawn up. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, more pink coating his cheeks. If he keeps this up you’re going to fall in love. “I didn’t think I'd be getting blowed during a deal so, uh, y’know… housekeeping missed a week.”

He’s embarrassed, you realise, catching up to the misunderstanding. About his… pubic hair? You laugh internally, how dumb is this boy?

“I don’t care about that, dummy,” you keep stroking his inner thigh, now touching his skin. He’s so warm. 

Your honesty is so clear in your eyes that it helps him relax. Your hand hovers above his mound and only touches him when he nods shakily, petting it softly. Your eyes light up with happiness and god, Eddie loves that shine on you. “I think it’s super hot, actually. Kinda wish my boyfriend kept it like this.”

Eddie sighs as you litter warm kisses around the base. His dick twitches when your nose bumps against it. “He doesn’t?”

He doesn’t know why he asks, but he’s curious. So very curious to know what you see in that asshole, what it is exactly that Eddie’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, he feels a burst of proudness when you shake your head with a sad pout. 

Eddie: 1

Asshole boyfriend: 0

Your kisses move upwards, your lips pressing sweetly all around his cock and your tongue tracing the veins. Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation, his hands hovering on either side of your head like he doesn’t know if he can touch you. 

“You can touch me, Eddie,” you mumble against his length, the vibrations sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “You can do whatever you want. Here–” 

He swallows down the whine of despair that threatens to come out of his throat when you pull away, has to bite his lip to stay quiet when you take off your top and your tits fall out.

You take his hands and press them to your chest. “Feel them,” you guide his fingers so he can squeeze them, letting out a breathy moan in response. Encouraged, Eddie does it again, this time by himself, and sneaks out of your hold to twist your nipples. “S-soft, aren’t they?”

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he corrects. 

You swallow harshly, the praise and Eddie’s eyes glued to your boobs creating a gentle warmth inside you. “I, uh, thought you might’ve wanted something pretty to look at. Trees can get a little boring. A-and you can use them as stress balls, too! Just anything y’want, really…” You shake your scattered head and grip him once more, Eddie cursing from your sudden movement. “I’m gonna suck you now, ‘kay?”

“Whenever you want, sweetheart.”

Something in the tone of his voice makes your thighs clench together. 

You purse your lips and dribble some spit onto the tip, spreading the rivulettes around with firm strokes. Eddie’s breathing hardens, and when you finally wrap the soft cushions of your mouth around the head and suckle on it like the lollipops you’re always munching on, it’s like he’s stopped breathing all together. 

“Shit,” he curses, the feel of your wet tongue swirling around turning his brain into mush. He can’t think straight, not when he looks down and sees you slobbering all over him, slurping loudly as your head bobs up and down enthusiastically.  

“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” You’re fighting back your gag reflex, he can feel it– your throat contracting around him as you try your best to fight off the urge to throw up, desperate to keep him snug inside your mouth. The spasms cause his head to fall back, the grip on your tits tightening until you’re whimpering. 

You’re a sputtering mess when you pull away, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, which is panting with the effort to relieve your burning lungs. You keep stroking him, though, your fist gliding with ease thanks to all the drool you left on him. 

“Look what you did to me,” Eddie says, eyes glued to the tip that oozes precum like a leaky faucet. You follow one of the pearly white drops on its path down to his balls and, never having been a wasteful person, lick it up. 

Eddie groans the feeling of your soft tongue kitten licking his heavy balls. “Do that again,” he begs, hands leaving your chest to keep you down where you are, pressing you against his base. You’re overwhelmed with all things Eddie: his scent, his taste, the sounds he makes as you plop both sacks into your mouth and suck them. 

Eddie slumps back against the table, the sharp edge digging itself into his back but he doesn’t care. He’s spewing curses and the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. “Oh god, you feel how full they are? How full of cum they are for you? Never got this fucking needy for anyone, I swear to fucking Ozzy or- shit, I don’t know. Feels like I’m gonna explode.” 

There aren’t many things that make you as wet as having a cock in your mouth and the evidence is clear in your panties, a string of slick stretching when you pull them to the side to play with your clit. You roll Eddie’s balls in your mouth, press two fingers into your dripping hole in search of relief. The reaction is immediate: a cute little mewl ripping from your chest thanks to the knowledge that your fingers are sticky with his cum and your spit.

You press your face further into his groin and sigh in pleasure, eyelashes fluttering as you pump and curl your fingers. With a kiss yo each of his balls, you lave your tongue on the underside of his cock, flicking the tip over his slit so you can embed his salty taste in your mouth.

“Oh shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice gets higher from the surprise and the arousal, something rabid growing in his stomach. He combs back your hair so he can see your eyes. “That’s– that’s so hot. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”

He can’t look away from you. Wants to burn the image of your mouth stuffed full and your teary eyes and your lips stretched wide as you try to give him your best smile. Your nipples are grazing the rough fabric of his jeans, your tits bouncing up and down as you drool all over him.

He doesn’t think he can last much longer, not when you touch him so good and sound so pretty and he knows he’s the reason you’re so desperately fucking your own fingers. It’s then that the wet heat of your mouth envelops him again, your cheeks hollowing in a suction motion.

All hell breaks loose. 

He thinks he’s burning up, he has to be. His skin is hot and sweaty, his mind delirious and he can’t keep himself from spewing the first thoughts that come to mind. “I bet that little pussy is beautiful. Sweet too. It’s– It’s gotta be, with how fucking pretty you are. How sweet you always are to me. Always so nice to me, laughing at my awful jokes. Even if your idiotic boyfriend is around. Goddamit,” he clutches the bench beneath him, eyes screwed shut. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Where- Where do you want it? In that tight throat, that pretty face? Anywhere, anywhere you want.”

You pull away with a lewd popping sound, Eddie’s eyes rolling back. “My face, please. Want you to make me pretty,” you say breathlessly. 

Your inner walls flutter at the sight of Eddie losing himself in his orgasm. He’s always been pretty but now, with his lips raw bitten, his hair a wild mess from running his hand through it, his face flushed and his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest? He’s beautiful, gorgeous, every synonym in the dictionary. 

You await with an open mouth and the second the first spurts of his cum hit your cheek, you’re cumming yourself, movements stuttering and thighs closing in on your wrist. Some of the spurts enter your mouth directly and you gulp them down without hesitation. Others drip down your forehead and cheekbones before they touch your parted lips, your tongue darting out to collect them. 

“Come here.” He grabs you by the back of your neck and leans forward to kiss, not even caring that you’re covered in him. His nose presses against your cheek as he swallows down your whiny moans, tasting himself on your tongue. 

He’ll blame the mushyness on his post-orgasmic bliss, not worried about anything when you’re switching his deep kisses for sweet little pecks that could make his knees buckle. 

“Oh!” you exclaim when you notice the clump of white on the tip of Eddie’s nose. You swipe it off with your thumb and lick it up, not even worrying about the state of your own. “So, uh, I read that cum is like this super amazing facial… maybe we could do it again sometime?”

Oh, bless your silly little heart.

[virtualgf51]

SICK LOVE

perv! obsessed steve x fem!reader pt.1

pt2!

synopsis;

you catch your best friend steve touching himself and far from being embarrassed, it only turns him on even more. if only you knew he had been dreaming about this moment for his entire fucking life and that he has even planned for it to happen…

cw;

really perv!steve, dark themes, somnophilia (if you squint), breeding kink, mommy and daddy kink, praise kink, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f receiving), sub and dom steve, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cum eating, cream pie, masturbation (m), voyeurism (?), dacryphilia, violence (not towards reader), dirty talking, slight stalking? (only if you really really squint), hair pulling, blood… MINORS DNI OR I’LL COME FOR YOU!

a/n; i really need to pray

for forgiveness after this…

Please, under no circumstances, repost my work on any other sites. I do not consent to anyone taking my work and posting it as their own. (!!!!!)

word count;

6k!

:¨·.·¨:

`·. lastly; enjoy!<3

‘Use me. Use me...’

Steve was obsessed with you. Not in a lovely kind of obsessed —that too— but in a really perverted way. His sick infatuation commenced a warm summer, when you and him, best friends since freshman year, had ended up staying up late in your house for a movie night. Your parents were nowhere to be seen, and being scared of spending the night alone, you had invited Steve for a sleep over.

Everything was perfect. Little snacks, the newest film in Hawkins in tape and a cozy sofa in which the two of you silently rested as you stared at the tv. That was until you had fallen asleep on the other end of the sofa, loose and extremely short pijama pants letting your lace panties show and nipples erect due to the coldness of the night underneath your tight and white tank top. He found himself stating for far too long, instead of bringing up on your body the blanket that you both had been sharing, his eyes taking in just how beautifully exposed you were.

Full honesty? He didn’t even remember how his dick had gotten that hard nor how it had ended on one of his hands, palm slick in precum as he thrusted in it, bottom lip in between his teeth and soft moans and groans scaping his lips. But he didn’t care. He came so hard that night that he swore he saw stars on your living room’s ceiling.

After that, he of course felt awkward and embarrassed of himself around you. Masturbating to his sleeping best friend, and just mere inches away from you? Jesus Christ. Though that remorse quickly went away when he found himself sinking deeper in that sickness under your name.

He relished in that pretty tears of yours when you cried about another stupid boy being mean to you and dumping you against his neck, your tits fully pressed to his chest and whimpers making his cock push against his jeans, even more when that same guys were the ones crying and begging for him to stop as he beat the shit out of them.

He liked to see you cry, but if it wasn’t because of him, he wouldn’t have it. He sent a couple of them to the ER, but they were too scared to get a couple more bones broken if they ever spoke up, so he always got away with it. In no time, the guys were fucking terrified of even glancing at you, leaving you all to himself. Like it had to be. You were his, or you’ll be.

You were always complaining about things of yours disappearing, “Fuck! I cant found my chapstick.” him shrugging even when he knew that he was, in fact, the thug. Then, he’d go back to his house and open the last drawer of his desk — which he had under key— and take the same chapstick out of his pocket to push it inside along with the other things he had stolen from you: lipgloss, necklaces, bracelets… Panties.

He loved them. He almost had a collection of them, of all types; cotton, lace, thongs… He loved the ones that he stole from the dirty laundry the most, which’s crotch he could push against his nose and lick as he fucked his fist. Getting to taste and smell your slick always drove him crazy.

Another thing Steve loved to do was take photos of you. He had albums and albums of polaroids for the two of you, being both on the pictures or just you. He loved to watch them from time to time: you smiling, you singing, you dancing, you blowing a kiss to the camera, jumping in the pool, petting a stray cat… Being simply you.

But he also had some photos that were exceptionally and just for him. Some of them were flashes of your body in those little and pretty bikinis you always wore in the warm summers, some other of your naked body —facing away from the door of your bathroom— when you changed, you eating ice cream with cheeks, lips and tongue stained in the vanilla treat, some of you sleeping, some others of the panties and little skirts that you’d wear. He even had one of you resting asleep on his lap, lips parted and against his hard cock. He saved some of them on his wallet in case he ever had to take care of a boner when he hung out with you.

He was in love with you. Sickly in love. Sickly enough to take some of those photos of yours and cut out your face just to tape them to his porn magazines. Some of the pages had even stuck together due to his cum.

And you were just so unbelievably oblivious of his infatuation that you always left the window to your room unlocked in case he ever wanted to sneak in in the middle of the night to stay with you if he ever felt lonely in his empty house. At first, before his infatuation appeared, he would sneak in from time to time when the loneliness became too strong for him to handle, cuddling with you and leaving first hour in the morning. Now? Now he snuck in almost every goddamn night. To cuddle, to watch you sleep, to be able to hold you close and even to take advantage of your heavy slumber. He had licked his cum out of your fingers when he had used his hand to masturbate, having to hold in his moans and whimpers. Other nights, he would get under your covers and part your thighs just to push his head in between them, face against your clothed cunt as his hips buckled against the duvet, tongue flattening against your heat and moaning when your thighs would unconsciously squish his head.

He loved it when you played with his hair, groaning when you’d pull from it when he’d tickle you, and laughing when you’d scream at him for using your good conditioner after a pool day. He was obsessed with your little lotions and expensive shampoos, using them as lube to fuck his hand while he showered in your house, using then his cum to fill the tubes, evening out the difference.

He would stole food from you in the cafeteria, using your own fork or spoons just to be able to have your spit in his mouth. You’d always whine about it, but he never stopped, so you eventually stopped caring, giving him full access to it when you were full.

Steve considered himself to be a man with clear tastes when it came to sexual preferences. He would love to fuck you to his licking, to sink you into submission and to get you to call him daddy. He thought of himself as a dominant kind of person rather than a submissive one, but that changed when in one of his numerous wet dreams it was you the one who choked him and fucked him, using him like you’d use a fucking toy. He had woke up with a raging orgasm as from his lips fell the word ‘mommy’.

Was he a pervert? Absolutely. Would he ever speak up about his feelings for you? Absolutely not.

He’d prefer to die with a boner than ever telling you he loved you. He was just terrified of the thought of you pushing him away or ever hurting your friendship.

So after a day full of what he thought of ‘teasing’, since it always involved you dressing in one of those incredibly short skirts or staring at him for too long as you sucked on one of the lollipops that he always bought you, he would come to his house and enter his room with a full tent in between his thighs. He would pull out of the back of his closet his fleshlight and spray one of his pillows with those little bottles of your perfume that came as gifts with the bigger version just to bend his other one and push the fleshlight in it, fully lubed and ready for his cock to fuck into, just like that pretty pussy of yours. And that’s what he’d do, fuck his stupid little toy with his face fully buried on the perfumed one as he imagined you under him, ass up and chest pushed against his bedsheets. His pace was needy, harsh and deep, from his mouth, dirty talking spilling. ‘Yeah, take my cock you slut, fucking take it.’ ‘That’s a good girl for daddy.’ Those were always the best orgasms, making him fill the toy to the brim when he couldn’t found himself to stop. Too pussy drunk even when it wasn’t your pussy what he fucked in between whimpers.

He sometimes would leave his house’s and bedroom door open with the dream of you someday catching him red handed.

But they were all just dreams, they weren’t supposed to fucking happen in real life. Yet, there he was, and so were you.

That day he had come with a really painful bonner in between his thighs. You’d been sitting on his lap for a whole goddamn hour since your classmates from class B had borrowed most of your chairs to hang prom signals, leaving you without a place to sit and using your best friend as a chair. The problem was not only that, it was the fact that you’d be adjusting every five minutes and the fact that he had found himself being completely ignored by you as you talked with your best friends, laughing with them and jumping on his lap when the jokes were too good. Well, he was not being completely ignored, since one of your hands, had found his hair and slowly massaged his scalp, every now and then pulling at his hair when you played with his locks, his hands trembling on your thighs —which spread sideways across from his — thumbs circling your soft skin.

The fact that you were using him. The fact that he felt used by you and only you, was what had him gritting his teeth and fighting the urge to buckle against your ass. But Steve was a good boy, so he just stood sit and went through that delirious torture with not a word coming out of his mouth. He felt like breathing once again when you got up from his lap when the bell rang, notifying the students that the day had ended, but still choking when he no longer could smell your cologne or felt you flush against him.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whimpered when he plopped on his bed, his palm pushing hardly against his pulsing and leaking cock, precum staining his jeans and underwear. He had pulled out from his closet his fleshlight, since he felt that his hand would not be enough today. He had to fuck himself. “Please, fuck me, please…” he was a babbling mess when his tip pushed inside the lubed toy. “Use my cock, baby… Use me…” he found himself whimpering at his mind scenario, in which you would ride him relentlessly, his dick reaching deep enough to hit that sweet spot that you’d torture to make yourself all over his cock. “Fuck, mommy, fuck, feels so good… Ah, faster.” he was a babbling mess, his hips rutting upwards against his hand movements to fuck his cock deeper in his toy.

“Stevie!!!” you had called from downstairs as you opened his unlocked front door. Steve always left it that way for you to come and go as you pleased. You were smiling, in between your hands a copy of a film he had been dying to watch for months and for which he had cried after finding out that it had been banned and would never get to Hawking’s Film Store. After seeing just how badly he wanted it, you had been fighting with sharp nails to get a hold on one of the limited edition copies that had gone on sale in the city’s center, where you had rushed just as classes finished and where you had killed your savings in the dib. “I have a surprise for you!!” you chanted, locking the door behind you and jumping excitedly, frowning when you didn’t hear and answer from him. “Steve?” you called out again, the soft sound of his voice reaching you from upstairs. You took off your shoes, a smirk growing on your lips when the idea of giving him a scare came to mind. Up the staircase, you were like a ghost, slowly approaching his room and mumbling, though you froze when a moan got to your ears. Your skin went pale and your cheeks heated up when needy whimpers followed up right after, as if all the blood under your skin had ended up pooling there.

“Fuck, just like that. Faster, please…” was he with someone? Your chest heaved at the thought of Steve fucking with some random girl that wasn’t you. You’ve liked him for years on end, since the first time that he held you as you cried your heart out after your first breakup. But he never seemed to look at you in any other way that wasn’t friendly, so, at the end, —being too scared to speak up about your feelings in fear that it would break your friendship— you had decided to bury them as deep as you could inside you, believing that he had to be just what he was; your best friend.

Even though you knew it was wrong, you slowly approached his slightly open door, peeking in in need to see who was he fucking, promising yourself that you’d leave once you’ve taken a glance. But all that went to hell when you found out he was not fucking anyone but himself, back against the mattress, bare chest rising and lowering slowly as his hips fucked upwards, inside his clear flesh light. Your eyes widened and your legs trembled when from his lips new groans and moans fell. Steve was fucking touching himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You needed to get away from there. Yeah, that’s what you’d do. You’d go back to your house and forget all about it… Or that’s what you thought, instead finding your feet glued to the floor as you watched.

He looked so hot and pretty all needy… Eyes closed shut and mouth agape in gasps, eyebrows pushed together as his head fell back against his pillow, hair messy all over it. His hand was slow, pushing the toy down on his toy in deep and harsh strokes. You could almost perfectly see his long and thick dick, his thrusts making the lube’s wet sounds fill the room. “Ah, fuck…” his voice was low and so broken you felt your panties damp in your slick, you were so turned on that your free hand cupped your cunt, making you almost moan if you hadn’t bit down on your bottom lip.

Your fingers had started to push against the lace of your panties underneath your plaid skirt, freezing on your clit when a new babble came from inside the room and your best friend’s lips. “Fuck, y/n…, mommy…, please, fuck, fuck, fuck…” your eyes widened, not only because…, fuck, Steve was fucking that goddamn fleshlight with you in mind doing so, but because he had called you mommy too. Surprisingly enough that only turned you on even more, a needy moan tearing your throat before you could push it down to your chest. Steve’s movements stopped, his gaze moving to his opening door just to see you standing there, flushed cheeks, heavy breathing and tape in hand.

He quickly pushed away the toy, cursing under his breath when he sat up, a pillow hiding his hard and leaking cock, which was twitching at the sight of your trembling legs. “Fuck, y/n, I…” he didn’t even know what to say. You had caught him, caught him fucking himself with his goddamn fleshlight, and even worse, caught him moaning your name. He felt sick to the stomach, but at the same, so turned on too. You had caught him… Finally. And who knows how much time you had been listening and peeking at him while he pleasured himself. He had to hold back a whimper at the thought of it. “How much did you hear?” he cursed when you didn’t answer, cheeks reddening and cock twitching under the pillow, leaking against his thigh.

“Mommy.” you said, making his head snap back to you, a frown on his face, eyes widening when you let the film fall from your hands as you stepped in, closer to his bed.

“W…What?” fuck.

“ ‘Mommy’. That’s what you called me.” you smirked, eyes falling to his lap when he pushed the pillow further down. “Who would think that Steve Harrington, King fucking Steve, would be so goddamn dirty to even leave the door unlocked for anyone to see as he fucks himself. And even worse, have a mommy kink.” he stuttered as he shook his head.

“It’s not what it seems like, I…”

“You what?” you pushed, thumb and index gripping his chin so his eyes would find yours. “Are you gonna deny that you were touching yourself while thinking about me? That you were calling me mommy and whimpering for me to fuck you faster?” he moaned at your words, half-lidded eyes full of lust staring at your full and rosy lips. “Mmh? Answer me.” you ordered and he whimpered, your pussy clenching when he shook his head and cried out a ‘no’. “ ‘No’ what?” your lips brushed against his, teasing him to get out of him what you wanted.

“No, mommy.” you pulled his hair when he tried to kiss you, making him groan against your lips as you clicked your tongue. “Please…” he pleaded, hands rocking the pillow on his lap.

“Only good boys get a kiss, Stevie.”

“I’m a good boy…” he was so gone that you almost laughed, so needy for pussy…

“Oh yeah?” he nodded, his tongue dampening his lips, hips thrusting upwards towards the pillow that covered his naked body. “The why don’t you show me?” he shivered when your lips latched to his neck, your tongue pressing against his skin in open mouth kisses that led to his ear. “Why don’t you show me how good you are and let me watch you fuck that pretty toy of yours, hm?” he moaned, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he nodded, making you smirk. “Then go ahead, baby, let me see.” you pulled away as he pushed the pillow off his lap, dick twitching below a pool of precum that dripped from his tip.

In the state he was… He would do anything for you. He would even fuck himself stupid if you said the word. Anything you asked, anything you wanted. Anything for you.

He moaned when you sat down on his desk’s chair, skirt rolling up and letting more of your soft and beautiful thighs show. His hands were shaking when his fingers gripped around the clear silicone or his toy, whimpering when he noticed your eyes on his twitching dick.

You had seen dicks before, but none of them was as beautiful as Steve’s. It was big —if not massive—, with a great large and just the perfect girth, large and thick enough to have you limping for a few days after a good fuck. And you knew he could give it to you, that he would fuck your hard and needy, deep enough to have you drooling over yourself as you came over and over again. You would love to drool and choke on it too, outline the veins on his shaft with your tongue and take him so deep on your throat you’d need to swallow when he came in your mouth. “Aw, poor Stevie…” you cooed at his twitching cock, red tip and tight balls. “Caught about to cum. It must really hurt, doesn’t it baby?” he nodded, tears on his eyes due to your teasing, chest rising in heavy breaths. “Are you gonna cum on that cup for me to drink, hm? Want me to drink your cum, Steve?” he moaned a breathy gasp, and you smirked to his reaction. He liked that.

Dirty talking. Mommy kink. Praise kink. Notes taken.

“Yes, yes, yes…” he muttered, almost begging for it. The thought of you swallowing his cum making him go crazy. He whined when his leaking tip brushed against the artificial hole, his lip being tortured by his teeth when you parted your thighs, panties exposed and damped lace for him to see. “Fuck…” he cursed, bottoming out into the wetness of the fleshlight in a deep and large stroke, almost cumming at the sight. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” your hands came down your body, your left resting on your breasts— hard nipples pushing against your shirt, which you pulled and pinched in between your fingers— and your right sneaking in between your thighs and below your underwear, whining when you felt just how wet you were. “Shit, y/n.”

His dick was twitching like crazy with every new and fast thrust of his hips, pleads falling of his lips. ‘I need you. Need you so bad, y/n…’ ‘Please mommy…’ ‘I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum…’

“Oh yeah? You gonna cum?” You clicked your tongue when he nodded, chuckling at his behavior. “Look at how pathetic you look.” he whimpered when you had made your way back to his side, standing in front of him and making his head fall backwards when you harshly pulled on his hair, making his hips stutter and breathy whines rip his throat. “Hold it. I haven’t even told you where to cum yet.” he cried when you pushed down your thighs your panties. “Fuck, you are too fucking loud.” you said and he had to squeeze his dick to not come when you pushed your damped panties into his mouth, slicked crotch flat against his tongue. His muffled begging only made your pussy wetter, his eyes full of tears that seemed about to fall when he could take a taste on just how sweet you were. He choked on the lace when you startled his legs. His eyes fell just as your free hand did, straight to your core, where your fingers dug on your wet folds and parted them for him to see thin strips of slick connect them and just how swollen your little pink bud was, hidden under its hood. “Here. Cum on my pussy.” you said, leaning on the skin of his neck to suck a hard hickey on his flesh.

You didn’t even had to say it twice, his hand quickly throwing away the fleshlight to cum all over your folds and clit, muffled groans and moans filling the room when his white and heavy gropes painted your core in white, his mind all foggy and pussy drunk just by the simple contact of your cunt on his tip. You hummed as you stroked his hair, open mouth kisses being splattered across his chest. He was still fucking hard. “Good boy…” you cooed, loving just how fucked out he seemed, moaning when you sat on his cock, his length in between your wet folds and his tip bumping against your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….” he cried out with your panties on his mouth when you rocked your hips against his. That’s all it took for him to cum for a second time, right after his first orgasm.

You moaned, feeling his dick twitch and nails dig on your ass, your pussy sliding too easy due to the amount of his cum that coated it. “You came again, baby?” he nodded, his cock quickly getting hard again to your humping. “Fuck, Steve…” you pulled your panties away from his mouth, wanting to hear his groans. “Look at you, making a mess of my cunt.”

“Fuck, y/n…” your name sounded so wonderful falling from his lips… “Please, can I… Can I clean it for you? Let me clean it for you, pleasepleaseplease. I’ll make you feel good, I promise, I’ll be good…” you pulled his bottom lip with your thumb, warm skin under your fingertips. “I promise. I promise mommy…” your thumb brushed your own lips when he leaned in, pupils blown and need on his brown thin irises. He looked high. And he was, high on his favorite drug: you.

You nodded, giving in, and gasped when he had your back pressed against the mattress in just a matter of seconds, lips all over the skin of your neck and exposed collarbones, his hands leaving your hips to bump against the bottom of your tank top, fingers so desperate to see your tits that dug too hard on the piece of clothing enough to tear it up. You moaned when you felt the fabric give out, his hands cupping your exposed breast and biting hickeys on its flesh in between groans, muttering a ‘The prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, fuck.’. You were tugging on his hair as he played with your tits, biting your nipples and teasing you for a couple of minutes before slowly lowering his lips further down on your stomach, bumping with your skirt, which he quickly discarded away on his bedroom floor. He pulled away to look to your fully naked body, hair messily spread on his pillow —the same he had fucked multiple times while thinking about you—, lips swollen due to constant biting, half-lidded eyes and flushed skin. He moaned, dick twitching, ‘cause you were so goddamn perfect. Perfect for him.

He didn’t waste time in parting your thighs —which he took his time with, and of course he would, he had been dreaming about making them bleed for years now—, leaving open mouth kisses and sucking hard on the skin, making you whimper and tug on his hair. “Steve…” you whined when he bit down on your flesh, making your back arch at the incredible pleasure the pain inflicted made you feel. He was so drunk on your skin… He could spend his whole life kissing it that he would never get fucking tired of it. But his teasing was making your pussy clench and tingle. You needed his mouth on it now. And he seemed to get it when you pushed him further against it, his hands taking your now fully marked thighs to pull them above his shoulders as he sunk on the mattress, stomach flat against it and fingers gripping at your flesh. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his tongue pushed in between your covered in cum folds, flattening in a long strip and bumping against your clit. Both of you moaned, him due to just how much he had dreamed about the taste of your pussy —which he had tasted before, but only clothed— and you to how many times you had touched yourself with his mouth in mind. His name falling off your lips on a whimper had his hips rocking against the duvet as he ate you out sweet and slow.

It was only when his fingers found their way to your entrance that he started to eat you just like you needed and he always dreamed of: rough, needy and hungry. You were screaming his name when his fingers pushed inside you, quickly fucking the shit out of you and curving to hit your g spot as his tongue circled your clit. It was just then when you understood the rumors that went around in your highschool about his mouth. Steve knew how to use it, really well. So well that he had you tipping the edge in less than ten minutes. He was like a starved man, burying his face in between your thighs unable to get enough of you and your sweet taste, of the mix of the two of you in his tongue. “Fuck, Steve, I…” you babbled, thighs twitching as you pulled harder on his hair. He knew you were close by how moans fell of those pretty lips of yours over and over again. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” you cried out, Steve crushing your sweet spot with every harsh thrust of his fingers.

He moaned, begging for it. “Please cum on my mouth, mommy. Please, let me have it, please mommy, please…” you whined when his tongue gave just one last stroke to your clit, dissolving in the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had, whimpers against your cunt as Steve drank every last drop of it all, helping you ride out your orgasm as your sweet moans filled his bedroom.

You mewled when once you’ve come down from your high, his tongue licking you clean as hips rutted on his wet sheets, seconds away from coming when you called from him. He whimpered when you tugged on his hair, pulling him away from your pussy as you sat up. He looked completely gone. Half-lidded eyes unfocused, messy hair due to your tugging, swollen lips and wet chin. “Please, just a little bit more, mommy…” he begged, needing to go back in between your thighs. Needing to taste you and make you cum again on his mouth. “Please, I need it…” your eyes fell to his twitching and leaking cock, and then, to the dampness of the sheets where he had been rocking against. You clicked your tongue as you took him in your hand, making him gasp.

“I’ll let you choose where to cum next, Steve.” you said, your other hand coming to his cheek to rub the flush on his skin. “I could let you eat me out again and let you cum all over the sheets all by yourself…” his balls tightened to the thought of it, feeling cold when the hand that cupped his face left him to fall in between your thighs, spreading you open for him to see. “Or you could cum inside of me.” his eyes rolled to the back of his head, hips thrusting into your hand in anticipation. “What do you say, Stevie? Where do you want to cum, baby?” he was almost hyperventilating, whimpers falling of his lips as he leaned on you, eyes on your own.

“Inside.” he found himself to mutter, unable to think, not when you were offering him the chance to fuck you raw and fill you up. Just the thought of it had him reeling.

“Oh yeah?” you whispered against his lips, him nodding slightly, bewitched by your minty breath connecting with his own. “You wanna cum inside, hm? Gonna let me use your cock too?” you gave him a sweet smile when he moaned, furiously nodding. Leaving a little peck on the corner of his mouth, you fell backwards on your back once again. “Then come here, Stevie.” he was fast to top you, your thighs parting to receive him there, hands on his neck when he leaned in, eyes asking for permission to kiss you, which you he didn’t even need since you were now entering your tongue in his mouth, making him groan. Fuck, he could come just with that. With your tongue on his mouth, your body against him and the thought that you were only letting him fuck you to seek your own release. He moaned on your open mouth when you took his dick to align it with your entrance, which twitched at the feeling of his tip. You needed him, and you needed him now. “Fuck, baby, please fuck me Steve, please, please…” you whimpered, and he didn’t wait to push inside in a deep and fast stroke. You both moaned, foreheads against the other’s as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight, mommy, so tight… Shit. I’m gonna cum.” your head had fallen backwards in gasps, giving him full access to your neck, which he kissed and sucked, leaving new marks. He was so big you felt like splitting in half, but not in a painful way. His stretch had you delirious, his tip brushing against that sweet spot that would make you come in a matter of seconds. Your nails dug on the skin of his back, making him groan. The two of you were taking your time, him getting used to the feeling of your tight and warm walls trying to milk his twitching dick and you to the feeling of his heavy and big cock sitting inside your wet cunt, spreading you to edges you’d only dreamed of getting to. He groaned against your neck when you started to unconsciously rock against him. “Please y/n, can I fuck you now? Let me fuck you mommy, please? I need to… I need to…”

“Go ahead, baby. Be a good boy for me and let me use your cock, alright?” he whimpered at your words, and in less than one second he had you gripping to his back for dear life and losing yourself in between moans. “Oh fuck, yeah Steve, just like that baby, shit, fuck me, fuck me…”

He was just feral. Thrusting in you with just cumming in mind. His hips were pushing against yours in a hurry, hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering as you thrusted yourself on his cock, just as desperate as him. He was too pussy drunk to even kiss you straight, spit dripping down your chin at the messy made out. “Fuck, y/n, mommy, shit, so good, feels so good, fuck, I love it, love your pussy, ah shit, love you mommy, loveyouloveyouloveyou…” he was a mess. Both of you were. His thrusts has you drooling on the pillow, back arched and eyes squeezed shut, too lost in the pleasure, in him. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your release with every new deep and harsh thrust, making your nails dig up on his back, probably leaving marks.

“Fuck, Steve, fuck, I’m close, shit, I’m gonna cum…” you whimpered on his ear, making him fuck you harder.

“Cum on my cock, mommy, please, please… Use me. Use me…” he begged, and then you could only feel yourself cumming over and over again. It was all too much, but too good at the same time. So good that had your soaked cunt gushing all over his dick as he fucked you dumb, his hands pulling on your nipples and teeth digging so hard on your neck that draw blood. You were seeing fucking stars in the ceiling.

The only thing that you seemed able to coherently form was his name, which you chanted like you sang your favorite summer song. “Steve, Steve, Steve…”

“Shit, Imma cum, I’m cumming so fucking hard… Gonna fill your pussy mommy, gonna…, fuck!” his thrusts became sloppier. “Im gonna cum, i’mcummingi’mcummingi’mcumming.”hips thrusted one, two, three more times before his dick twitched inside of you, filling you so full you choked on air, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when some of it spilled out. He was whimpering ‘mommy’ over and over again in between cries against your neck, thick gropes of cum painting your insides in the purest white.

“Shit, fuck, Steve. So good…” you moaned, rolling your hips at the feeling of fullness. You were fucked out, brain dead on the cock that had just gave the best sex of your life. You were trying really hard to come down from your high and calm down your breathing. “Steve!” Though you really couldn’t even do that, since you found your head being hardly pushed against his pillows and back arched with your chest against the duvet when he pulled you up from your ass, his newly hard cock ramming inside of your full of cum pussy. You cried out when his hand came down on one of your cheeks in a hard spank that had you whimpering.

“You didn’t think I was done with you, were you, ‘mommy’?” you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m sure you really enjoyed having your way with me, didn’t you?” you couldn’t really comprehend how his mentality had switched so drastically fast, but you were no one to whine about it. If a submissive Steve had you cumming so hard on his cock, how would a dominant duck you out? You felt your pussy clench around his dick in anticipation. “Well, I hope you did, ‘cause now is my fucking turn.”

to be continued in part two! <3

a/n;

I WILL NOT, AND I REPEAT, WILL NOT SAY WHAT SUB! NEEDY STEVE DOES TO ME!!! but anyways, i hoped y’all liked this perv stevie as much as i did! love you all!

REPOSTS AND COMMENTS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!<333

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Call Me When Your Sober PART ONE

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem Reader

Rating: 18+!!!

A/N: this is my first time writing in a veeeery long time but steve has me back on my bullshit. pls be kind

Warnings: S M U T (bc i would let stevie do some QUESTIONABLE things to me), drinking, fingering, unprotected sex, cussing, lil bit of fluff, lil bit sad

Steve Harrington always looked for you after his parties had died down. Not before, not during-only after the alcohol had a hold on him was his mind filled with all the things he wanted to do to you.

Sometimes you wished you could stand up to him, wished you could tell him you were worth more than some drunken hookup. He had a hold on you, stronger than anything you had ever felt before.

“Y/N!” A shout snapped you out of your thoughts, turning your head to see Steve stumbling towards you, clearly tipsy. A cheeky grin was plastered across his face, he knew what was coming next.

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept across your face. Even in this state, he was the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on. Hair messy from the long night of partying, bloodshot eyes and that perfect, stupid grin.

“Yes Steve?” you looked up at him. He wrapped his arms around you, planting a small kiss on your lips. His breath smelled of beer and cigarettes, but you couldn’t care less at this point. The thought of what was coming next was enough to make your senses fly out the window.

“D’ya wanna go upstairs?” his words were slurred slightly. You knew the drill, not understanding why he even bothered asking anymore. You and Steve had been doing this a long time. Practically every single weekend since him and Nancy had split up.

You rolled your eyes slightly, grin spreading across Steve’s face as he grabbed your wrist and led you to his bedroom.

He wasted no time shoving you into his mattress the second the door was locked, crawling on top of you and kissing you, deeply and full of lust. You moaned into his mouth as his rough hands trailed underneath your shirt to grab a handful of your tit. He loved hearing your soft moans, his hips slightly bucking into you at the sound.

The two of you wasted no time undressing each other, your hands squeezing every muscle you could. God, he was just so sexy.

He crashed his lips back to yours, kisses hungrier, rougher, and more intense than the last. His fingers trailed down your stomach, landing in between your thighs.

“This okay princess?” Steve asked. You nodded, maybe a bit too fast, but at this point you didn’t care. All you wanted was him.

His fingers teased you, rubbing your clit before sliding down to your soaking wet entrance. “So wet for me already.” Steve smirked, causing a small whimper to escape your lips. “Don’t worry darling, I love it.”

He slowly inserted a finger into you as he brought his thumb back up to your clit, making small, rhythmic circles. Overtime, Steve had learned exactly what you liked, what made you squirm under his touch, and god did he ever love to watch you squirm.

You could feel the knot in your stomach forming embarrassingly fast. Steve’s fingers pumping in and out of you as he trailed soft kisses down your neck was something that drove you absolutely crazy.

“Steve..” you moaned, feeling a small groan come from the back of his throat as he sucked the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Steve, I’m so close.”

His rhythm quickened slightly as his lips came crashing down on to yours. He traced his tongue along your lower lip, silently asking for permission.

Steve’s small grunts and a “cum for me baby” was enough to send you completely over the edge. Your vision blurred as you screamed his name, body shaking and withering under his touch. Steve guided you through your orgasm, lips never leaving yours as he slowly removed his fingers from your soaking wet cunt.

“Good girl.” he whispered. “Do you need a break or can we keep going?” You giggled, loving how he was always considerate, although he knew you would never say no to him. Shaking your head, he positioned his hard cock at your entrance, sliding it up and down over your already sensitive clit.

You both moaned as he slowly inserted himself into you, waiting for the go ahead from you before his hips slowly rolled.

“Fuck baby.” Steve moaned. His moans were the most beautiful sound in the world, something you could never get sick of. “You feel so good.”

His pace quickened as he brought his thumb up to your clit, small circles causing your walls to clench around him.

“You gonna cum all over my dick?” Steves words were barley audible between grunts and moans, but they sent you into an absolute frenzy. Grabbing his face and kissing him, tongue’s dancing together as he thrust his hips into yours.

Your nails dug into his back as he brought you closer to the edge. “Fuck-Steve..-Fuck you’re gonna make me cum again!” You were practically screaming at this point, the mix of overstimulation and pleasure consuming your body.

You came undone, once again as Steve’s thrusts started to get lazier, moans louder from his beautiful swollen lips. “Gon-gonna cum baby” he could barley speak. Hips smacking together as he chased his high, you couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was.

His cock twitched inside of you as he completely filled you up, slowing his pace until he collapsed on top of you. “That was-“

“Amazing.” you cut him off, earning a small smile and a few kisses before he slid himself out of you. You whined at the emptiness, missing the feeling of him already.

“Gonna get you cleaned up, ok darling?” Steve got up from the bed, wobbling, but no longer because of the alcohol. You nodded, post-sex reality hitting you harder than usual.

God, you needed to stop sleeping with him. You were head over heels in love with him, and all you were to him was a good hookup. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes as you spiralled into the cycle of overthinking.

You hadn’t even heard Steve return with a towel, tears freely running down your cheeks at this point. “Hey, hey darling.” He sat down beside you, hands gently wiping your wet cheeks.

You couldn’t bear to meet his gaze, too embarrassed by your true feelings for him. “Sweetheart, talk to me, whats wrong?” His voice was full of concern.

“Why do you only want me when your not sober?” you sobbed, completely breaking down at having to ask that question.

part two coming sooooooon

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Hold My Heart [S.H.]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Steve’s relationship with his father had gotten worse as he became an adult, but he had a family across town who always welcomed him with open arms, including the little brother he never had and, you, his girlfriend.  Warnings/Notes: Relatively SFW. Steve’s father. Emotional abuse. Sad Steve. Crying. Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Mention of Steve’s desire for lots of kids 👀 but nothing is explicitly discussed. There are no mentions of reader’s physical features. No spoilers. Requested. Masterlist.

The fight with his father started like all the rest: over something that would have been a simple conversation in any other home.

“When was the last time you had your tires rotated?” His father asked over one particularly tense and quiet family dinner. 

It was his mother’s attempt at making them look like a happy family even when no one was around. He tried to show up more for his mother’s comfort than his own but hoped with each dinner that the happiness would finally stick.

It had yet to work.  

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Bad Excuses & Blue Slushies

Summary: After playing hard to get for so long, you finally agreed to go on a date with Steve. When he stands you up, he comes back with the strangest excuse as to why.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Content/Warning: no season 4 spoilers (season 3 spoilers though), fluff with some angst, swearing

Word Count: 2.9k

You hastily tied your red bandana around your neck as you ran into Starcourt Mall.

Your scuffed converse skidded along the tiled floor as you sprinted into Scoops Ahoy, headed to punch yourself in before you were late.

“I already punched you in,” Steve spoke from the register, handing change back to a customer.

“Thanks,” you heaved, hunched over and trying to catch your breath, “My. bike. broke. Had. to. run. over. 2. miles. in. this. stupid. fucking. uniform.”

Steve grinned, “Well, at least you still look as gorgeous as ever.”

“Ha-ha, very funny” you deadpanned, “I do a nice thing and agreed to cover Robin’s shift and this is how I’m repaid.”

“Wow, I’m hurt,” Steve clutched his chest in fake agony, “I pay you a compliment and I’m met with cold sarcasm.”

“Sorry if I find it very hard to believe that the Steve Harrington thinks a sweaty girl in an unflattering sailor’s costume is the epitome of beauty,” you retaliated.

“All the boxes on my dream girl checklist are ticked off,” Steve grinned, “What are you doing Friday night?”

“And how is that your business?” you inquired.

“Because I’m trying to ask you out,” Steve replied.

You let out an audible laugh, stifling it as a customer came into the shop.

“Ahoy there! What can I get for you today, matey?” you greeted them.

“Can I have a large chocolate overboard cone please?” the older woman ordered.

“Right away, ma’am,” you began scooping the ice cream.

“Come on,” Steve continued, “Give me one good reason you won’t go out with me on Friday.”

“Steve,” you chastised, “I’m with a customer.”

“She doesn’t mind. Do you?” Steve looked to the woman.

“Oh no, I’m loving this. Why won’t you go out with this hunk, sweetie?” she asked you.

“Steve, tell this woman where you were just last night?”

“On a date with Stacy Johnson,” he sighed.

“And two days before that?” you inquired.

“With Stephanie Williams but-”

You interrupted him, “I rest my case. $4.82, ma’am,” you handed her her ice cream.

“She makes a compelling case,” the lady handed you the money, “Have a good day, dears.”

“I can list more reasons if that’s not enough for you,” you grinned at Steve who scowled in return.

-

After cleaning up after the store had closed, Steve locked the doors as you waited for him.

“Until next shift, Harrington,” you waved goodbye to him as you entered the parking lot.

“Wait, your bike is broken,” he spoke.

“I’m aware,” you replied.

“Well, how are you getting home?” he continued.

“Walking, I guess. My parents aren’t home,” you shrugged.

“Let me give you a ride,” he offered.

“You live on the opposite end of town and we just worked a double, I’m sure you want to get home. I’ll be okay, really,” you assured him.

“I don’t feel comfortable letting you walk miles home in the dark. Just please get in,” he returned, opening the passenger side of his car

“Fine,” you sighed, getting in, “Thank you.”

Steve started the car and pulled out of the parking lot just before you added, “But if you try any funny business, I will snap your neck.”

Steve chuckled, “I’d expect nothing less.”

You rested your head against the window, completely exhausted after your shift. You hated to admit it but Steve was right. If you walked home alone in the dark, you probably would have fallen asleep in a ditch about half a mile in.

“Are you ready for the math test tomorrow?” Steve broke the relative silence of the car.

“I didn’t even know you knew I was in your class,” you snorted.

“Believe it or not, Y/N, I notice you,” Steve spoke.

You hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t believe it. Steve was popular, you were decidedly not. There’s simply no good reason he should have any interest in you whatsoever.

“To answer your question, no. I’m completely unprepared but I’m ready to wing it and hope for the best,” you responded.

“That's my strategy with everything in life,” Steve smiled.

He flicked on his blinker as he turned down your road.

“One chance, Y/N,” Steve spoke, “You go out with me Friday night and if it goes bad, I won’t ever bother you again. Deal?

“Why are you so hellbent on me going out with you? Have you seriously run out of all other options?”

“Is it really that hard to believe that I genuinely want to go out with you?” Steve asked, pulling into your driveway.

“Yes, very much so actually,” you spoke softly.

Steve put the car in park and turned to look at you, “I find you witty, intelligent, gorgeous, and overall remarkable. Yes, I do go on a lot of dates but that is because I’m trying to find the right girl for me. No one else makes me laugh like you do, Y/N. No one else could make me so excited to work an eight hour shift scooping ice cream in an overcrowded mall. Frankly, all the past girls don’t even hold a candle to you, Y/N. They’re boring and you’re so incredibly the opposite.”

You relented “Friday night?”

Steve smiled widely, “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

You opened the car door and slipped out of the seat, “I’m looking forward to being nowhere near how high your expectations of me are.”

Steve wholeheartedly laughed, “I’m looking forward to making you admit you actually had fun for once…and on a date with ‘the Steve Harrington’,” he quoted you.

“I’d. rather. die.” you grinned, “Good night, Steve.”

“Night, Y/N,” he waved and watched you until you were safe inside your house before pulling out into the road.

-

Friday night was finally here. You’d never admit it out loud but you were actually looking forward to hanging out with Steve. Even a bit nervous.

You doubted any of your normal wardrobe was suitable for a first date so you bought a sage green skirt at the mall after one of your shifts that week.

You paired it with a plain white tank top and your usual black high top converse (you couldn’t stray too far from who you really were).

You straightened your hair and almost poked yourself in the eye putting on mascara.

“Not too bad, Y/N,” you surveyed yourself in the mirror once you were finally ready.

You grabbed your purse and sat on the front steps of your house, waiting for Steve to arrive.

Ten minutes late was excusable, his hair routine was quite complicated and thorough.

Twenty minutes, maybe there was just really bad traffic.

Thirty minutes was pushing it.

You called it quits when the clock hit 8:01. If he tried to show up any later than this, you wouldn’t be going out with him regardless.

You sulked back inside and stripped off your outfit, trading it in for pajamas. You wiped off your makeup and put your hair up in a ponytail.

This is how your Friday night was supposed to go anyways, minus the crushing disappointment of being stood up.

You pulled a pint of ice cream out of the freezer and clicked on the TV, trying to distract yourself from the pain of rejection.

-

You woke up in the same spot on the couch the next morning, the TV still on and your empty ice cream carton sticking to the coffee table.

You had the opening shift at work today so you forced yourself to get up and change into that god-awful uniform.

Luckily, you managed to fix your bike so you could get to work on time.

However, that didn’t seem to matter because when you pulled into the parking lot, the mall was completely burnt to the ground.

You set your bike down on the sidewalk and ran up to a group of firefighters who were chatting.

“Excuse me?” you asked, “What happened?”

“We don’t know much of anything right now, sweetheart. Just that the whole place set ablaze last night. Two casualties,” he reported.

“May I ask who?” you gulped, suddenly concerned for Steve’s safety.

“Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove,” he stated.

“That’s awful,” you shook your head in disbelief.

Sure, you weren’t really a big fan of Billy but you didn’t want him dead.

“You should get back home. I doubt you’ll be working for a while,” the firefighter turned back to his group.

You biked home, trying to process all this information. You must have zoned out and gone into autopilot because when you looked up from your handlebars, you were home.

Except there was a very unwelcome guest leaning against his car hood in your driveway, waiting for you.

His face was clearly swollen and bruised.

“Don’t you look pretty?” you quipped, hopping off your bike and pushing it up your driveway.

“Y/N, can we please talk?”

“Let me remind you of our deal, Harrington. I give you one chance and if it doesn’t go well, you won’t bother me ever again. Suffice to say, it didn’t go well. It didn’t go at all actually cause you didn’t fucking show up.”

“Yes but I have a really good excuse,” Steve countered.

“Try me.”

“I was kidnapped by Russians who have a secret laboratory under the mall,” Steve spoke like it wasn’t the most bizarre statement ever.

“Yeah, okay,” you laughed, “So when’s our next date?”

“Really?!”

“No, moron!” you snapped back, “Clearly, that’s so made up. If you’re going to lie, at least make it something believable. Or, just tell me the truth that you didn’t want to go on a date with me! Or even better, don’t ask me out just to mess with my feelings if you aren’t going to fucking show up,” you yelled.

You could feel the tears of frustration welling up in your eyes.

“Robin was there too! You can ask her,” Steve insisted, “Or Dustin. Dustin Henderson who comes into the shop all the time.”

“Sure thing, I’ll just ask your two best friends who would clearly lie for you and just believe every word they say,” you sarcastically replied.

“You have to believe me, Y/N. I seriously wouldn’t miss this date if this didn’t happen.”

“Please just go home and stop bothering me, Steve,” the tears started to roll down your cheeks, “Please.”

“Alright, I’ll go,” Steve relented, witnessing the pain he was putting you through, “Um, you have my number if you ever wanna call. I guess I won’t be seeing you at work for a while.”

“I think that’s for the best,” you sighed, wiping your eyes against your sleeve.

You turned to go inside and placed your hand on the doorknob.

“Is there any way I can make this up to you?” Steve called out.

“Not unless you can actually prove you’re telling the truth,” you spoke before heading inside and locking the door behind you.

-

“That’ll be $11.37, sir,” you slid the box of cigarettes and soda back across the counter.

The man handed you a twenty and you gave him his change before he returned back to his car at the gas pump.

Since the mall was still in ashes, maybe never to be rebuilt, you had to look for work elsewhere. You got a job at the gas station convenience store in town.

Despite not having to wear that stupid sailor uniform, you hated it more than Scoops Ahoy. It was lonely.

You wished the mall hadn’t burnt down. You wish you could still be scooping ice cream with Steve. And you wish he hadn’t stood you up so you could still hang out with him.

I mean you technically still could, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to go crawling back to him, only to be most likely stood up again.

A familiar maroon BMW pulled into the gas station. Great.

The bell chimed above the door, meaning he had entered but you kept your head down.

You heard his footsteps stop when he realized it was you behind the counter.

He cleared his throat, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Got to make money somehow,” you replied.

“Twenty dollars on pump two,” he slid a twenty across the table.

“That all?” you asked.

“Add a large blue slushie and M&M’s too please,” Steve pulled out another five from his wallet before heading to fill his cup.

You handed him back his change as he set the cup back down at the counter. He pocketed the change and began to leave.

“Um, you’re forgetting your stuff,” you gestured to the counter in confusion.

“Oh, those are for you. They’re your favorites, right?”

“Yeah, they are. Um, thanks, I guess.”

“When does your shift end?” Steve asked.

You glanced at the clock, “An hour and twenty minutes.”

“Do you mind if I bother you once last time tonight?”

“I guess it couldn’t hurt, I’m already bored out of my mind. I’m literally counting holes in the wall at this point.”

“Okay, stay right there,” Steve spoke, “I’ll be back in 30.”

“It’s my job. I’m kinda stuck here,” you smiled ever so slightly.

“Right,” Steve remembered, “That was stupid. Anyways, I’ll be right back.”

You watched Steve run out to his car and swiftly pull out of the gas station.

“He forgot to get his gas,” you laughed to yourself as you refunded his money.

-

As promised, Steve was back in 27 minutes and 42 seconds. No, you weren’t counting.

He was followed into the store by a young girl who had her arms crossed.

“This is Erica Sinclair,” he introduced her to you.

“Um, hello,” you waved to her.

“Tell Y/N how you feel about me,” he prompted her.

“He’s a nerd who spends way too much time on his hair. He’s not very bright which might explain why the majority of his friends are like five years younger than him. And he wasn’t even that good scooping ice cream,” Erica sassed.

“So you agree she doesn’t like me?” Steve looked to you as you stifled a laugh.

“Yeah, I would say so,” you replied, giving Erica a high-five.

“Erica, what happened on the night of Friday, July 4th?” Steve asked her.

“I had to go through this tunnel in the ceiling at the mall because I was bribed with free cream for life. But then, we discovered this secret elevator and the older kids got captured. Basically long story short, we saved their asses from evil Russians who were trying to open up this portal thingy.”

“How do I know you’re not paying her to say whatever you want?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m being paid to come here,” Erica answered, “Erica does nothing for free. But I wouldn’t lie on this guy’s behalf just to get him a girlfriend who is way out of his league.”

“Okay, that’s enough from you,” Steve handed her a twenty, “Please go wait in the car.”

Erica happily skipped outside.

“I can’t say I believe it but I guess I’ll just have to trust you on this,” you spoke.

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious or not.”

“Should I not be?” you questioned.

“No, you definitely should be. I’m 100% telling you the truth here,” he answered sincerely.

The more that you thought about it, it was way too crazy of a story to make up as an excuse. Plus, that would explain the bruises all over his face that morning. And the reason for the mall fire was still a mystery so you couldn’t exactly disprove him.

“One more chance, Harrington. I’m serious. No excuses this time, not even evil Russians.”

“Yes, thank you! I promise you won’t regret it,” he smiled widely.

“I really don’t know why this was worth all your trouble. A date with me already cost you twenty bucks in bribe money.”

“Worth every single penny,” Steve replied.

You just stared at him. How was he so damn charming all the time? You hated it. That was a lie. You were a sucker for it.

Your eyes flickered down to his lips. He noticed and smirked.

“Do you want to kiss the Steve Harrington, Y/N?” he spoke smugly, leaning over the counter.

“Nope.”

Such a lie.

“That’s a real shame cause I really want to kiss you,” he answered.

You blushed, finally giving in and leaning to meet him halfway. It was gentle and deliberate, as if he was scared one wrong move would have you disappear from his life again.

His hands came up to cup your cheeks, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tasted like peppermint gum and cherry chapstick.

When he pulled away, you felt like you were floating. Your lips tingled with a fuzzy sensation.

He leaned his forehead up against yours, “I have to bring Erica home before her bedtime. Lucas is covering for her.”

“Don’t forget to actually get your gas on the way out this time,” you whispered, smiling.

“Give me another blue slushie. I think they’re my favorite now too,” he grinned.

A/N: sorry if you were expecting a spencer reid fic lol. i tried writing for a different character, i would love to know what you thought <3

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Rotten Chapter 3 {Steve Harrington x fem!reader}

Masterlist | Soundtrack

Summary: The crew takes Y/n to the hospital and call Hopper to report the rape. What will Steve do, when he finds out who did it?

Warnings: Rape!!, cursing, blood, hospital, rape-kit, medical treatment, mentions of drugs.

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The moment they had arrived at the hospital, there was still one question hanging in the air. Who did it?

The drive had been filled with complete silence, except for Eddies music. Steve had one hand placed on Y/n's shoulder, as if to tell her that he was still there, that she wasn't alone, and the moment the car stopped, he got out to help her out of it.

Y/n didn't unbuckle her seatbelt, she just looked at him, her eyes big with fear, and he smiled at her again, to remind her that they were doing this together.

In the hospital light Y/n's bruises could finally be seen, and Eddie gasped as he walked around the car and saw her face. There was a discoloured line on her neck. His handprint was visible, giving them an idea of the horrors Y/n had faced. There was a small cut on her chin too, it was not bleeding anymore, though her lips were. They were chapped, her dark lipstick almost completely gone, the bit that was still there smeared. Some blood had dripped onto her shirt, but it was less than Eddie had expected. How bad were her injuries down there, if they were bleeding so horribly?

Half her face was swollen from the hits she had to take, and if she wouldn't still be pumped with adrenaline, it would probably hurt terribly. Eddie wondered if more marks would show up with time, and he also wondered if the guy who did this looked even half as bad.

The light suddenly brought all the horrors to reality, with her clothes ripped in some places, and totally not sitting the way they should, and her hair messy and her makeup ruined.

"Who?" Eddie whispered to her. She didn't answer, she just looked it him. "I'm sorry, Eddie. I'm so sorry." Was her only answer, and it suddenly hit him who was behind all this.

"Do you want to take my Walkman with you? Maybe it helps to listen to music?" Steve offered, and was never more thankful that Nancy took her big blue bag out of his car earlier.

Y/n wasn't sure what the music was meant to change, but maybe it would quit her thoughts if it was loud enough, so she nodded.

"Thank you, Steve." She forced a smile, but it only lasted seconds before the façade fell again.

"Let's go in, okay?" Nancy told her. She didn't want to force her friend, but Y/n looked so incredibly pale, and the brunette feared that she would pass out with the amount of blood she was still losing. But Y/n just nodded. The earphones hang around her neck now, and she felt numb again.

It was easier to just push everything down and pretend she was alright for now. She wasn't sure if she could hold it up, but at least it fulfilled its purpose for now.

Eddie and Steve both offered her a hand and she took them, as they walked into the Hawkins Memorial Hospital.

The moment they entered, they were welcomed by the smell of disinfectants and the sterile white interior. It was almost as cold inside the hospital as it was outside, and the alcoholic smell reminded Y/n of the party, of him again.

She stopped and felt the panic rise, her breathing getting faster.

"It's alright, you're safe." Eddie squeezed her hand reassuringly. It was a bit sweaty and warm, but she felt his rings and then Steve squeezed her other hand, and the smell of alcohol was replaced with the smell of his hairspray. She breathed in deeper, and followed a pattern that Nancy instructed. "I'm okay." She assured then, but more for herself than her friends.

"Let me handle it." Nancy told the others, as she walked to the reception.

Steves gaze followed her, before looking around in the waiting room. There were two boys their age in one corner. One of them looked miserable, he hung in his chair as if he was melting, his eyes were closed and he had a cup of water in one hand.

The other boy danced to a rhythm that wasn't there, and Steve had no doubts that they took something that had only worn off for one of them yet. There was also a woman in her thirties, bouncing a sleeping toddler on her knee. She looked at them with suspicion, as if she feared they would jump around and make a fuss to wake her kid. Eddie stared back at her and then made a grimace, so she finally turned away from them with one last disgusted glance.

When Nancy returned there was a nurse by her side. She was older, possibly in her fifty's, but she wore a kind smile and approached them carefully. "Hello, dear." She adressed Y/n, but the girl didn't respond. That woman now knew how she was violated, and suddenly she felt so embarrassed again. Robin had shielded her from the eyes of the people in the waiting room, but nobody would shield her from the procedure she soon had to endure, and the people who performed it.

"My name is Donna. You're safe now. Will you follow me? Do you want one of your friends to accompany you?" Y/n exchanged a glance with Steve, but then she shook her head. They had seen enough already, she was much to ashamed to let them see everything. Donna went ahead, Y/n hesitated before following her, but eventually did.

Donna takes her into a small room with a divan and asks Y/n to take a seat. There is a second nurse in the room with them, and she introduces herself, but Y/n can't really understand a word that either of them is saying to her. It's like she's in trance, like she isn't actually there with them.

The nurses explain something and hand her some paperwork. Y/n signs them without really knowing what it is. She's wondering, how she is meant to pay for this. Then she curses herself for not thinking of that sooner. Thinking of it before they went to the hospital and before she signed the papers.

She's asked about her medical history. It's the only time Y/n is answering them, as she gives the nurses a rundown with as little words as possible.

Donna ask's her about the rape. Y/n isn't saying anything. Then Donna tells her they do not need to perform the entire procedure, if she tells them which areas he violated. Y/n still doesn't answer.

They offer her a paper cup with water and she takes it, not because she's thirsty, but because she feels like she must, like drinking is a part of the procedure.

"Are you ready?" The nurse without a name ask's, and Y/n nods. She's not sure if she's ready, though. She's not even sure for what she is supposed to be ready.

"Maybe it helps you to listen to some music?" Donna offers, and points at Steves Walkman. Y/n nods again, then she puts the headphones on, leans back on the divan and presses the play button.

A Tears for Fears tape is playing, and Y/n's first thought is how different Steves music taste is compared to Eddies. The music is calm, somehow happy and it indeed makes it easier as the procedure begins.

The first thing they do, is taking care of the wounds that are still bleeding. Apparently she's torn open a bit between her legs, and it needs stitching. They inject local anaesthetic before they do that.

The adrenaline is wearing off, and everything hurts again. She's handed painkillers, to take with the water she got.

Y/n watched, as they carefully placed the clothes she had worn into big plastic bags.

She feels exposed to them, she is exposed to them, but there isn't much to do about that. They let her choose sweatpants and a shirt from a box. The clothes are all ugly, so she doesn't care which ones she picks. The sweatpants are too short, and the shirt is too loose. It had an ugly purple tone, one that she would never wear willingly.

It was a weird thought, that her clothes were now bagged and seen as evidence in a crime. It had been her favourite shirt. It was Eddies gift for her eighteenth birthday, he had made it himself, and now she had ruined it.

She was glad though, that she had not worn the Hellfire Club Tshirt, because she wouldn't have been able to even look at it without thinking of him.

Then they take several swabs of different areas. Y/n simply pretends they're not. She pretends nobody's touching her, listening to the music, dreaming of times where she would drive around with her friends simply for the fun of it, times where she was fine.

They take pictures of all her bruises, a ruler next to them to proof their size. She's ashamed, as they photograph her down there, but the nurses assure her it was alright.

They brush out her hair and bag that up, too. Y/n questions why they would need it, but she's not saying anything.

Hours go by. Injections are filled with blood, pills are swallowed. They still explain everything to her. She still doesn't understand a word they are saying.

Steves tape is 41 minutes and 52 seconds long. She replay's it three times until the nurses are done.

"Men are dogs." Robin blurted out, as they watched their friend walk away with the nurse. "That we are." Eddie agreed with her, as the encouraging smiles they had worn for Y/n faltered. They stood there awkwardly for a moment, before deciding to sit down as far away from everyone else in the room as they could.

"I got them to call Hopper." Nancy informed them. "Hey knows that a girl was raped, but he doesn't know it was Y/n yet."

Nobody answers her, so Nancy just sighs.

Robin gets up and walks over to the vending machine. She fishes a few coins from her pocket and throws them in. It's enough to buy two Snickers. Nancy says she has no appetite, so Robin just shrugs offering one to Eddie and sharing the other with Steve.

Steve looks around, seeing the mother with the toddler again. The kid woke up and made a fuss, and the woman looked incredibly annoyed by that. She still bounced the little boy on her knee, then she stood up and walked around with him.

"Can Y/n, like..." Steve mumbled, a bit embarrassed. "Still have children and shit?" Robin shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe not."

She tilts her head to look at him. "How am I supposed to know that." The blonde snaps, but she immediately feels sorry, so she leaves the rest of the Snickers for him.

"We got work tomorrow." Robin reminded him, but Steve scoffs. "Fuck that, I won't go to work when she needs me." The girl next to him chuckles. "You got a point there."

Steve thought about work. Thought about Y/n coming in at least once every week, getting a John Hughes movie she would force Eddie to watch. Being a teenager wasn't exactly as enjoyable as that guy made him believe.

He recommended Revenge of the Nerds to her once. Steve never realised what a shitty film that was. He laughed his ass of when he first watched it, but he only realised now how horribly it portrayed rape. It suddenly dawned on him, how many movies did.

Maybe he should open a new genre at Family Video. 'Movies that show rape as something normal and support peoples preconceptions'.

By the time Hopper walked into the hospital, thay had already been waiting for an hour. The older man walked up to the woman at the reception, who told him something before pointing into their direction.

The moment he turned around, he realised that the girl that was raped was one that he knew. He looked over them, at Nancy and Robin, the gears in his head turning. They must've looked miserable, because his look grew more pitiful as he approached them.

"Who?" Was the first thing he asked, but he already knew the answer. "Y/n." Nancy muttered. Hopper nodded, sitting down beside them. He brushed with his big hands through his face and took a deep breath.

"What happened?" He asked, and Nancy was the only one of them, who was able to give him a proper rundown of all they knew. Jim just listened and made notes, it was his job, but he felt the anger rise.

When Nancy was finished, he leaned back and sighed. He knew that most rape cases didn't end well. He would do everything to assure that this wasn't one of them.

"The issue is, that anyone could have done this to her and we have no way to proof who did it, if nobody has seen him." He explained to them, and Eddie groaned. "I'm going to kill him." He whispered, and Steve nodded with approval.

Hopper leaned back in his chair, then he stood up. "The Vitullo kit they're performing takes some time, I will be back when they're finished." He told them, and turned to leave, but Eddie stopped him.

"I know who did it." He told Jim, who paused. "What?!" Steve yelled, only to be hushed by the mother across the room. "How do you know?" He said, lowering his tone.

"She told me." Eddie shrugged. She didn't really tell him, but Hopper wouldn't take his guess seriously, would probably think Eddie wanted to frame his bully for this crime.

"It's Jason Carver. Jason Carver did it." Jim nodded, writing the name down. He knew who Jason Carver was. He also knew that with his reputation, it would make everything even harder.

"I will be back soon." He assured them, as he squeezed Steves shoulder reassuringly, before walking out of the waiting room.

Steve got up only seconds after him, brushing his fingers through his styled hair, before walking towards the door too.

"Where are you going?" Nancy stopped him, there was a warning in her tone, but Steve couldn't care less. "Finding Jason before Hopper does." He tells her, before turning to walk out of the damn sterile waiting room. Eddie gets up quickly and Nancy shoots him a disappointment glance, before even Robin follows Steve out.

"She needs us here!" The brunette tells her friends, but they are out before they can hear her.

Feedback needed! After it was heavily requested, next chapter the crew will get justice for Y/n lmao. What do you want to read in the next chapter? Also, I researched the 80s rape culture for this part, it's so disgusting.

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Love Shack

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie’s favorite song is Love Shack and you’re the reason why.

Word Count: 1685

A/n: Au where Love Shack came out in 1985 instead of 1989 because I literally could not get this idea out of my head.

“Alright gang, favorite songs now so we can make a mixtape in case the rest of us get put under Vecna’s curse.” Steve’s hands are on his hips as they all stand in the middle of the closed music shop that Nancy worked at. Steve had made the executive decision to come after Vecna got Nancy and they couldn’t find anything to break her out of the trance.

Eddie stops paying attention as everyone starts to try and pinpoint their favorite song, starting to get shy about his own. Because he knows exactly what it is without having to think twice about it and how it’s going to shock everyone that he’s with. As Robin goes on about a few songs that are her favorites and tries to pick just one he zones out too busy thinking about why it’s his favorite to care about anyone else’s.

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