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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Date Night (Surprise!) Steve X Reader

Warnings: Smitten Steve, Wonderful, Proud Wife. Smut for sure. Cameo from Steve's dad.

Word Count: 2140

Steve loses his balance as he crashes in through the apartment’s front door. “Shit! Fucking hell. They need to come fix that.” Steve mutters to himself. The door had been getting stuck so occasionally you guys had to push into it with a little force. The apartment you shared wasn’t glamourous but it worked for you both. A few months after you two got married, Steve left his job at his dad’s business to work for a marketing firm downtown so he wasn’t making the same money he was before. Currently, his office was the mail room but he knew if he worked hard, he’d make his way up the ladder.

“Steven”, Mr. Harrington reaches around his shoulder pulling him in so only his son could hear. “Look, you’re a married man now. You have a wife to take care of. Now is not the time to be chasing silly dreams. Come back to the office. Your job is still there.”

Steve shimmied out of his father’s embrace. “Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad but I think my wife and I will be ok.”

“Will she be ok living in a dump till you decide to get your life together!?”

“She will.” You voice comes up from behind Steve as you plant yourself firmly by his side. “She has faith in her husband and I know he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to.” You glare at his father as you add, “But thanks for your concern.”

Steve’s dad huffs as he turns to make his way through the party guests. Steve’s arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder as you in turn wrap your arms around his waist looking up at him admiringly.

“Will you marry me?”

You smile, leaning on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “I already did! There was a ceremony and everything. You should have been there.” His teeth flash as he laughs at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “Steve, you know I don’t care right? As long as we’re together I don’t care where we are.” His hand moves down your back rubbing it comfortingly.

“I know, babe. I know.”

It takes him awhile before he actually makes note of his surroundings. The apartment lights are dimmed and there are candles spread out on the dining room table. The scent coming from the kitchen smells delicious. There’s soft music playing on the record player from the living room.

“Uh, Honey? I think we were robbed by nice people!”

“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you talking about.” You reply with giggle as you make your exit from the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s jaw drops as the papers he was holding slips from his grasp. You’re wearing this beautiful red silk dress that’s hugging your curves just right. Your hair was flowing down over your shoulders just the way you know Steve liked. On your feet were shimmering red heels with a strap that wrapped around your ankles.

“Did…what…am…” Steve stammers out trying to form words. “Am I dying?”

You laugh at him as you coyly bite your bottom lip. “No, you goofball. I just know you’ve been working really hard at the firm and you had your interview today to move up so I wanted to surprise you. Show you how proud I am of you.”

He’s still frozen by the door staring at you. You glide over to him, reaching for his hand, and guide him over to a chair at the kitchen table. Leaning over him you pull off his suit jacket and place it delicately on the chair behind him. You head for the kitchen, coming back with a big dish of pasta you know is Steve’s favorite.

“Baby”, he sighs in disbelief, “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You reach for the bottle of wine and hand it to him so he can pop it open. You lean at the same time he does to take it from you. “Honey, it’s ok for someone to be proud of you.” He reaches up and places two fingers under your chin guiding you to his lips.

“I don’t deserve you.” He says as he uncorks the wine. He pours himself a glass but as he reaches over to pour you one you cover the top with your hand.

“No. None for me tonight. I’m ok with water.”

You both talk about his day as you two devour the dinner you made him. His eyes light up when he tells you about his interview and how his boss complimented his ideas. Steve was always so handsome to you like this. Well, he was handsome all the time, but something about the way he gets so animated when he’s excited just makes those butterflies come back in your stomach.

Suddenly, the home phone rings loudly through the apartment. Steve’s head turns to make eye contact with you knowingly. You push his arm with your hand.

“Answer it!”

He makes his way towards the counter and you get up to follow close behind. You place your palms together in a praying motion as he lets out one last nervous sigh and answers the phone.

“Hello? Yes Mr. Wellington, thank you for getting back to me.”

You dance on your toes nervously as you watch his face for any signs of good or bad news.

“No. No, not a problem. I appreciate the opportunity. Ok. Bye.” He responds with a flat tone as he hangs up the phone. He hovers there for a few minutes making you worry.

“Steve?”

His eyes flick towards yours as a slow smile creeps across his face. “I got it.”

“Oh my god!” you shout as you dive into his arms wrapping your own around his neck. He picks you up, twirling you around. “What did he say? When do you start?”

He delicately places you back on your feet as he runs his fingers excitedly through his hair. “Um, yeah, he said he really likes my attitude and style. I move out of the mail room Monday.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. Now,” you reach for his hand pulling him towards the bedroom. “I can give you your other 2 surprises.”

“Oh, Y/N”, he responds exaggeratedly, placing his free hand on his chest. “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.”

“Oh, come on, old man. I believe in you.” He lets out a chuckle as he lets you tug him all the way to the bed you guys share. “Can you do me a favor and unzip this for me?” You turn your back to him and motion towards the zipper on the back of your dress. Steve reaches up and pulls it down to the middle of your back. “Thank you. Now, sit here, and close your eyes.”

He immediately does what he’s told. Steve listens intently as he hears you shuffle around the room. It isn’t long before he hears your soft seductive voice speak to him again.

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. You replaced the dress you were wearing with maroon lingerie. The lacy nightie was completely see through and flowed down just barely near the top of your thighs. Underneath was a pair of panties that covered you just so. Your heels were still wrapped around your feet. Steve eyes widened as he drank you in. His silence and lack of movement scared you bit making you think maybe he didn’t like it. You start rambling with a low shy tone.

“I saw you looking at it when we were at the mall. I, uh, set aside some money and –” You are interrupt by the pull of your husband’s hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. His hands slide up your sides and around your back. He gently turns you around to look at everything.

“You’re so…beautiful.” You feel his palms move to your ass as he lightly pushes you forward till you fall on top of him. As your legs straddle his hips, you can feel his bulge straining against his pants. His hands continue to roam the material of the nightie as you start to grind against him. He lets out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to suck on your breasts through the lace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer as you let out a small gasp of pleasure when you feel his teeth tenderly pull at your nipple. You tug on his hair to bring his head up so you can kiss his lips. He lets out groan as he feels you slide to the floor at the edge of the bed.

You undo his belt and unzip his slacks, springing his cock free. Leaning forward, you slowly take him into your mouth. You hear him grunt above you as you feel his heads pull your hair back into a ponytail so he can look at you. You grip his thighs for leverage as you take him all the down to the back of your throat making you gag.

Steve quietly mutters a “fuck” as you start to move at a faster pace smearing your spit along his shaft. He can’t take it anymore. You feel him lean forward and pull you off him. He kisses you roughly before placing you next to him on your stomach as he rolls on top of you. The metal of the belt is a cold contrast between his fully clothed body making you shiver.

His hands travel up your body with him as he places kiss on every part of your skin he passes. He brushes your hair to one side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he reaches to hold your hand. He uses his other hand to tease your entrance with his tip.

“Tell me you want me.” Steve whispers his husky tone in your ear.

You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “Please, Steve. I want you. I want to feel you.”

He pushes himself inside of you with one thrust making you both moan. The hand that was holding himself comes up to grab your other hand. You prop up on your elbows as he kisses your back and neck. You head leans into the mattress as you try to stifle the moans falling from your lips as he sets a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You feel his warm breath as he leans his face into your neck, his lips brushing your ear. The sound of his voice and pleasure making you clench around him.

“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine. Cum for me, baby.”

The coil inside your belly snaps as you cum hard, reaching your hand around you to pull him towards you, giving him a sloppy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as slows his pace focusing on his own high. The sound of his hips slapping against you echoes as he delivers a few more hard thrusts until you feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

As he slowly pulls out of you, he rolls on to his side bringing you with him. You can feel his chest moving quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He lets go of your left hand as he runs it up and down the lace again making you giggle.

“You like it, huh?”

He smiles into your shoulder. “I do!” Steve turns you onto your back and cups your face as he kisses your lips. “Thank you for this. It was a nice surprise.”

“You still have one more.” You stick your tongue out at him as he emits a playful groan.

“Honey!” He shouts after you as you hop off the bed and head for the closet. “I think this was enough. I’m not becoming president you know!”

“President Harrington. Hm. I like it.” You grin at him as you jump back onto the bed with a box in your hand. You shake it at him and he snatches it from, tearing it open.

He freezes again. His eyes quickly dart from you to the contents of the gift. Steve reaches in and pulls out a tiny green onesie. You place your chin on his shoulder as he reads what’s on it out loud. “I’m daddy’s favorite.”. His fingers reach for pregnancy test that’s taped to the hanger. Positive.

He pulls back from you and cups your cheeks with hands. “For real? Are you serious?” You nod your head as he pulls you excitedly onto his lap. “Wow! We’re going to parents! Y/N, oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!”

You laugh as he practically smothers you in his arms. “So, Daddy, who do we tell first?”

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chosovixen · 2 years

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a bit from my purge fic (steddie x reader)

Then there was an awkward silence as you both shifted your heads from side to side, looking in every direction but each others. There were moments when you’d peek up at him and notice him staring, but you were too afraid to ever hold that gaze and insisted on turning away.

“Well, is there any reason you’re here?” you finally spoke.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you owned this parking space.”

You were taken aback, mouth slightly parted as you frowned your eyebrows, but then he laughed, and you relaxed a little. His giggle was soft and sweet, and the way he cheesed reviled his smile lines, and it contagiously made you do the same. He looked so happy and carefree, and it made you wonder how anyone could think that this goofy kid was capable of hurting a single soul.

“I’m kidding, m’lady.”

“M’lady?”

“Are you not a lady?” tilting his head to the side, he smirked. His eyes glossed over you before meeting your gaze, and you quickly looked away, making him chuckle.

“I am, but what’s it to ya?” you found the courage to look at him—placing your hands on your hips and rocking back and forth as you stood on your tiptoes. You two shared a laugh before everything went quiet again.

“So why are you out here for real?”

“I saw you storm off and…I don’t know. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” he seemed nervous with how he played with his fingers, twisting the rings around to readjust them.

“I’m fine, Eddie. My friends were being stupid, and I just needed a moment,” you admitted

“You sure?”

You sighed as you brought your hand up to your face, slightly palming it. “We’re not doing this again, Munson.”

“What?” he threw his arms up in protest and huskily chuckled. You loved his laugh in any and every form. He was the most pleasing thing in this God-forsaking town, and you hadn’t realized that till now that you wanted to get to know him. The real him, the parts of him that no one has ever seen. You wanted to understand and protect him from this cruel town because, Lord knows, he needed some taking care of.

“Well?” he poked you to get your attention.

“Yes, Eddie, I’m sure I’m okay, and I promise too.”

“I’m just being certain.”

“Why?” he looked at you, a little stunned that someone would want to know why another cared about them. Wasn’t it human decency to care for one another? Well, to him, it was as rare as becoming the next Ozzy Osbourne.

“I don’t know. He paused pursuing his lips together. “I guess you’re kind of cool.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” you smiled and playfully punched his shoulder. Eddie being the dramatic that he is, threw himself back onto the curb as he clutched his shoulder, pretending to wince at the pain.

“Geez, you are a drama queen.”

“I have a knack for the theatrics, you could say.”

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munsonscurls · 2 years

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Stranger things requests open!

okay guys, im here to work on all you ideas. im mainly eddie & steve, but open to trying other characters too! just send me a message and drop the request. ill try and reply to give a time estimate ect :)

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v8mpstamp · 11 months

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"you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” risky sex with steve, parents across the hall😩

Hear me out reader cant sleep because they're too horny for steve (whom is asleep right beside them), unable to do anything about it in risk of his parents hearing them, that is till steve wakes up sensing their frustration and just as hot and needy as reader, teasing and making reader promise to keep quiet, bonus if they’re still spooning while fucking

Oh i’m hearing you out😩 might have gotten a little carried away hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI! 18+ smut, unprotected p in v sex

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you lay in Steve’s room, pressed against his bare chest, his parents just across the hall, clock hitting 2:42 AM.

You’ve been lying here horny and needy out of your mind for almost two hours. Steve’s snores, is the only sound that fill the room. Usually, his house is empty and you’d be rolling over to face him, waking him up and desperately telling him how wet you are for him, in which he responds with kisses and a smirk, immediately going to work, pulling you in and giving you whatever you need… but tonight you knew you couldn’t do that, you knew you couldn’t risk his parents hearing you guys. And you even told Steve earlier, when he was gripping your hips, whining into you, kissing down your neck that tonight he’ll have to wait :(, then promising that tomorrow, you guys can be as loud as you want in his empty house after his parents have left, but this time you were the one unable to wait, the throbbing between your legs growing stronger and stronger.

After what felt like eternity of you fluffing your pillow, shifting positions, and squeezing your legs shut waiting for that throbbing sensation to go away, you feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten as he pulls you closer to his chest, your ass instinctively rolling into his hips, causing you to let out a very faint groan.

“baby what’s wrong?” Steve says in a sleepy haze, his breath hot on your neck, his hand moving just blow your belly button, the tips of his fingers resting on the waistline to your panties, toying with the small bow there. He knows exactly what’s wrong.

“mmm nothing” your body stiffens, as your caught off guard Steve woke up.

“why you so worked up? You dreaming about me or something?” he teasingly asks, voice sleepy, his hand slowly slipping into your panties.

You don’t even need to look at him to know a small smirk has formed on his lips as he places a kiss behind your ear, his cock going hard under his boxers.

“Steve” you warn in a whimper

“they won’t hear us” he asserted “you just gotta be real quiet for me, can you do that?” he coos, his fingers sliding down your heat.

You press your lips together, quieting the moans that want to escape, Steve’s finger barley grazing your clit “so wet, you been like this all night?” he questions in a pout, how could he leave you so needy like this :( his thick fingers soaking in your arousal.

“Shoulda told me sooner, cant have you like this and not help” he mumbles into your neck, his lips placing a soft kiss behind your ear again, his fingers moving down your slit, toying with the area, fingers spreading you open.

He brings his fingers to your poor needy clit and begins slow circles, clockwise, counter clockwise, clockwise, counter clockwise, the rhythm causing you to let out a pathetic moan.

He pulls away and you shudder at the absence of him.

“shhhhh baby gotta be quiet remember?”

“mmmm cant, it’s too hard” you protest in a pout

“i know baby doing so good already, you can do it” he praises, shifting so his hard cock presses against you once more, begging for you. “feel what you do to me? you gonna be quiet enough so i can fuck you?” he asks, voice low.

You practically beg, promising him just how quiet you’ll be for him, you need him and you need him now.

With that, he glides his pants down before sliding your underwear down your legs, your hands moving to help. His chest still pressed to your back he props your leg up with his knee allowing his tip to poke at your entrance, earning groans from the both of you as you try your best to stay quiet.

You turn your neck slightly so that your lips met his, letting his tongue explore your mouth, your hand reaching behind to grasp his length, swiping your thumb over his slit that leaks with pre cum causing his mouth to break from the kiss, mouth falling agape, his face burying into your neck.

He shifts his hips, his length running between your dripping folds, coating him perfectly as he rolls through you, a desperate whine escaping your lips when his tip catches your clit.

His large arms move to wrap around you, holding you in place, hips backing up till his tip meets your entrance once again, before moving back up and sinking inside of you. A shaky breath is released from Steve as he sinks in inch by inch, he can feel just how perfectly you clench around him, so wet and warm taking him so good.

He places small kisses on your shoulder as he begins to slowly pump, his hips rocking into you, his grip around you allows him to thrust perfectly inside of you, hitting your g spot. Moans forming like an army, fighting to be released.

You bury your face into his pillow, your eyes squeezing shut, hands griping his muscular arm, the noises of your wetness and his length sliding in out of you fill your ears.

Heavy breaths fall from him, quiet whispered grunts of praises and curses only you can hear fall out in a haze.

You’re so distracted on how good Steve is making you feel you almost forget about the company you have down the hall so you grab a fistful of his blanket, bring it to your mouth and bite down on it to muffle your moans, his thrust are slow but hard as he’s trying not to rock the bed too much, the sensation causing the knot in your stomach to grow, slowly building up.

Before you know it, Steve’s lips meet your shoulder again instead of a kiss, he bites down, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to sting, muffling his moans as his cock twitches inside of you, his body giving in completely, loads of his cum shooting far up inside you his thrust becoming slower, you bite down on the blanket even harder, reaching your orgasm at the same time he did, your chests moving in synch, both of you trying to catch your breath in a quiet manner.

Your whole body flushed in heat, legs shaking, your pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. He slowly begins to slide out of you, a small amount of cum still escaping his tip as he grazes your walls, cum falling out of your hole and down your thigh, warm kisses are placed all over your back/ shoulder and up your neck till he eventually reaches your lips, his arms still holding you tight.

“I think we did pretty good what do you say?” he asks, feeling proud as he pulls away from the kiss, voice still low.

Turning your body towards him you reply “me too, at least we know how quiet we can be when we need too” smiling up at him sweetly, leaning in to place a quick kiss on his cheek before nuzzling into him.

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batbitten86 · 4 months

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the stupid fucking steve harrington smirk is back

#i’m screaming #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #joe keery #joe kerry #steddie

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dimepdf · 2 years

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THE SWEETEST PIE. + EDDIE, STEVE

m.list / nav. / kofi. summary. when you agreed to attend the high school party with your two boyfriends, you expected the night to end differently. author's note. harrington fans 🤝🏾 eddie fans, come get ya'll fucking juice.

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader , steve harrington x reader

[ ❥ ] word count. 1.2K

[ ❥ ] genre. mature, pwp

[ ❥ ] warnings. language, mature theme, pet names, poly!reader, threesome, mature language, short reader, size kink, hair pulling, oral (m), teasing, pet names, King Steve, stomach bulge, unprotected sex, creampie, slight sub Steve, himbo harrington

Your boyfriends, Steve and Eddie, were always turned on by the fact that you were smaller than both of them, being 5’11 blessed with weird lanky torsos and long skinny legs.

As it was average height, it didn't stop Steve from making fun of his figure practically towering over you, calling you tiny and adorable.

As Eddie took the more annoying route, his nicknames were less cute and his gestures more touchy as he would wrap his arms around you and pick you up no matter the place. His favorite thing to do to you was lift you in his arms.

The night was your usual weekend routine as Steve would drag you and Eds to another party being hosted by one of his old basketball team members, though the party wasn't much for you and Eddie.

You both made an effort to participate in Steve's hobbies, as he would. Recalling how many times you both had to practically beg the guy to watch horror movies with you both.

The party was getting boring the minute you stepped inside. Tired of babysitting your same cup, you decided to be nosy and explore the nice house the music vibrated through.

You entered every unlocked room that wasn't occupied by a couple kissing or a group snorting and smoking. You shuffled through the random stranger's belongings, trying to distract yourself in what you mistook for the master bedroom.

Eddie and Steve were on your tail, taking advantage of the empty room to lock the door and fuck you against the expensive-looking mattress.

With Eddie sprouting something about eating the rich as he slipped a pricey-looking watch into the pocket of his jean jacket before crawling on the bed next to you.

Foreplay is not much of either boy's style; they’re both too horny when you’re around to take anything slow unless they were planning to tease you.

You watched through your lashes as Steve guided himself towards your mouth as your lips wrapped his cock, a sharp moan vibrating against his shaft, making his head lean back as he thrusted into your mouth and Eddie used his hand as a make-shift ponytail holder.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair, his other hand guided your ass to bounce with his thrusts, fucking you from behind.

It was common for you to be the fucktoy out of the threeway, both just preferring the feeling of being dominant as they stuffed you full. "Aw, pretty girl is struggling to take both of us at the same time, are we too big for you sweetheart?"

Eddie teased as he smacked the palm of his hand against your ass, a hum breaking from your lips at the sting as Steve adjusted his hands on both sides of your face to fuck your mouth better.

"She can barely even fit me in her mouth," Steve chuckled deeply, his chest heaving, Eddie laughing at you as well. All you could do was be their pretty little slut.

"Pull it together sweetheart, he really isn't that big." Eddie’s remark made Steve react as he snarled at his boyfriend, scoffing under his breath.

"Oh fuck you," he huffed, taking his frustration out on your swollen lips, thrusting against your tongue at a rough pace. "Been there, done that." Eddie teased, biting his bottom lip as he reached over your back and grabbed the back of Steve’s head.

You could only hear them kiss over you, if you weren't having your guts rearranged and your brains fucked out, you'd be teasing the two about their love.

Eddie flipped you over on your back as they released their mouths from each other, and Steve helped you angle your head up to watch as Eddie thrust himself inside of you once more.

His pace was brisk, and whimpers were being sucked from your throat. The feeling of complete sexual bliss built up as Steve watched, one hand fondling your breast while his other stroked his cock.

Your lips wrap around his length as you gently pull his hand away. Steve moaned as your tongue tickled his tip, his gaze fixed on Eddie's thrusts as he peered.

Eddie's strokes were toe-curling as he pressed his hand on the bottom of your stomach, feeling the outlined bulge that showed with every thrust. His mind went feral at the sight as he rammed into you hard enough to make the headboard smack repeatedly against the wall.

"Holy shit bunny, you're so small it looks like he’s going to break you." Steve praised, sending a warm feeling down to your core.

As you fell in sync with each other's thrusts, you could feel the knotted feeling in your stomach begging for a release as you whimpered. Your sucking became lazy as Steve fucked into your mouth a bit longer before he kissed your forehead and pulled out, jacking himself off.

"Look Eds, I think bunny’s getting close." Steve acknowledged your fucked face, your lips glistening with spit and eyes squeezed shut.

Eddie looked up at Steve with a knowing glint in his eye as his eyebrow corked. "I don't think I remember saying she could cum before us." Eddie was always the boyfriend to tease you the most until it became unbearable, Steve being the more submissive one.

You could get anything you wanted from him simply by asking; it was a duo you loved but despised when they would team up and tease you all at once. "Get to work, bunny, since you want to cum so badly." You practically growled under your breath in annoyance as your mouth latched back onto Steve's.

You were going to be merciless as you focused on his sensitive tip, trailing your tongue over the mushroom as you felt his thighs twitch against your cheek.

Licking a whimpering moan from your submissive boyfriend as he reached to hold both sides of your face, feeling his fingers trembling as he thrusted himself to touch the back of your throat, spilling in your mouth as you gagged, trying to swallow most of him.

"You’re fucking perfect." he panted, his face flushed as he pulled himself out of your mouth while you devoted your attention to Eddie. His forehead was sweaty and his bangs stuck to the front of his forehead.

You could feel his reaction inside of you as you lifted your thigh over his shoulder, angling him deeper inside you. The warmth sparked him, clutching your hips in pleasure as his rhythm began to fall.

His eyes shut and his mouth gaped, painting your walls with his cum as your orgasm came rolling soon after his.

You all valued aftercare–Steve more than anyone–the tall boy nuzzling into the crook of your neck as Eddie searched the bedroom's connected bathroom, naked, for a towel to clean you up with.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, while taking a mental picture of the cum that leaked out of you before wiping it away.

Steve chuckled to himself as you and Eddie glanced at each other, knowing your boyfriend was bound to say something stupid.

“So who do you think is bigger?” Steve chuckled as Eddie glared at him. “Shut the hell up Harrington, before you find out.”

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yourfavoritewitchbitch · 3 months

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Badge Bunny Part III

Find everything in the Badge Bunny AU here.

Summary: The happiness and bliss you've had finally comes crashing down. You never thought being with Gator would have such dire consequences.

18+ Only! MDNI

Warnings: Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun". Minimal use of Y/N. Angst. Roy Tillman. Reader is assaulted, kidnapped and injured. Blood. Violence. Death (not explicit). Gun use. Soft smut. Unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it). Creampie. This is not a happy ending! (Sorry)

Word Count: 8.4K

You began to rouse, with a pounding in your head, feeling delirious as visions of what had transpired come vividly rushing back. Flashes of light move behind your eyelids making that pain almost unbearable. It feels like it's been cracked open with the searing pain emanating from the back of your skull.

On instinct, you try to lift your hand to press against that throbbing, but your hands are bound in front of you, matching zip ties at your ankles.

Lifting them feels like too much of a chore as you let out a small whine, twisting to test them. No way to run.

When you try to let your eyes fall open, you quickly realize they're shrouded. You hadn't gotten a good look at them at the house and now they've got you blindfolded.

Your mouth and throat are dry and sore, making it hard to swallow.

You lick your cracked, chapped lips, wincing when your tongue grazes over a tender cut there. That coppery tang sits on your tastebuds. Still fresh, bloodied and bruised.

You will yourself to stay quiet. Listening to the little sounds around you. A humming of electricity. A distant drip, drip, drip you can only assume is a faucet.

Your shoulder is aching from your place on the cold tile floor. They hadn't bothered making it comfortable for you. Who could blame them, the way you had fought back.

If it had just been the two of them, you'd be home right now, explaining it all to your local deputy who wouldn't bother calling it in, taking matters into his own hands.

You had your gun aimed and ready to fire. But there was a third you hadn't accounted for and then it went black.

It all happened so fast. Gator in that stupid Jack Skellington mask he'd bought at Halloween, only when you opened the door it wasn't him poised there to give you a jump scare.

They cocked their head when you'd said his name, the rest of your words dying on your lips with the realization. He'd always told you to be vigilant, keeping the door locked unless you trusted who was behind it.

You scrambled to close it quickly, but they rushed it, knocking you on your ass from the blow.

You clawed and kicked, giving whoever it was the fight of their life. You wouldn't go easily; it wasn't in your nature. Shattered glass and splintered wood as you crawled to where the spare gun was hidden.

It was too late, as the last intruder snuck up from behind.

Gator was driving home, exhausted after a long day of work barely keeping his eyes open. All he wanted to do was crawl into bed, seeking your warmth as he eased up behind you to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

It was the one thing he looked forward to everyday. Hearing your soft sighs of contentment that matched his own as he pulled you in close.

The trip seemed to be taking longer than usual in his state. He wearily pulled into the drive, with your car parked in the usual spot.

He looked toward the porch as he put the truck in park.

“What the fuck?” He whispered out loud to himself, mouth hung open in shock.

The front door was wide open. He felt like his heart dropped into his stomach. Alarms began to go off in his head.

He quickly moved to jump out, grabbing his gun from his holster running toward the house.

Taking the steps two at a time, he shouted your name while cautiously peeking around the corner. No forced entry, door frame intact. You'd had to have opened it.

Nothing could be heard but the TV low in the background.

Entering the living room made him sick. The place was trashed. Glass thrown about, audibly crunching beneath each step of his boots. The coffee table was in pieces, as if someone had been thrown onto it.

He ignored the pounding of his heart and tightness in his chest as he cleared the rest of the house, room by room.

Finally accepting you weren't here; he holstered his gun and made his way back to the living room.

The first thing he noted was the gun he kept hidden was laid out in the floor, next to what he only could assume were droplets of blood. A wine-colored smattering stark against the light carpeting.

His eye was drawn to something that caught the light, matted into the carpet. His fingers hesitantly pinched it between his fingers as he pulled it up. His blood ran cold, it was the necklace you always wore with his initial.

He held it in his palm, sticky crimson clung to the thin chain, smearing his skin the same. His head filled with all of the worst scenarios as his stomach began to churn.

Then he spotted it. Off to itself, thrown in the corner. A fucking Jack Skellington mask. The same one he had.

The only way you'd open that door is if you'd thought it was him. He knew this was his fault. All of it. He'd been a fool to think he could protect you or that the both of you could come away unscathed.

He looked down at the mask clutched in one hand and your necklace in the other, as the bile stirring within him threatened to rise. He ran back outside, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the frozen ground.

He didn't care how or who he'd have to hurt in the process, but he was going to find you.

Roy soon arrived with a few other deputies in tow.

Whistling low as he stepped through the threshold, hands on his hips, looking around at the damage. Gator didn't bother looking up from his current position at the small dining room table.

“Well, son. Looks like a home invasion. What'd else they take?”

“Nothing else that I can see. Just her.” He was slumped in the kitchen chair, eyes boring into that mask as if it'd give him all the answers he needed.

Andy gave Gator a pitying look, before he spoke up.

“If it helps, it looks like she fought like hell. And we both know she can throw a mean right hook. That blood may not even be hers. I can get it sent off and back in a couple days.”

“A couple days? We don't have that kind of time.” He shot up from his chair, grabbing Andy by the collar taking him by surprise.

“She's out there with the fuckers who took her. We don't have a couple of days.” He forces out through gritted teeth.

Anger flickered through him as he stared the other man down.

“Gator, man I'm sorry that shit takes time. You know we'll do everything in the meantime.”

“Son, that's enough.” Roy's booming voice commanded.

He let Andy go, taking a few steps back bracing himself on the counter.

“Look, I'll put an APB out. You sure you know her well enough that she, I don't know, didn't set this up to look like a break in? Maybe just ran off instead?”

He furrowed his brows, confusion and hurt written all over his face.

“She'd never do anything like that. She lo…” he shook his head. “You just don't know her like I do.”

“No, I don't. Just looking at every scenario before I put any manpower into this.”

“No dad, she's not like that.” He sighed.

“Okay, son.” A wordless nod to the others, and they were making their way back out of the house leaving Gator alone once more with the carnage.

As Roy and the others headed to their vehicles, he quickly called Andy over.

“Deputy, don't worry about getting those samples sent off.” He set him with a firm gaze. “They didn't make it for analysis. Got it?”

Andy was going to argue but it was Roy. The gaze he leveled him with sent a shiver through him. He knew better than to question him, so he just nodded instead.

Gator couldn't rest. Not until you were safe and back at home with him.

He drove around the city to clear his mind and to get away from the house. He had begun to clean up before leaving but it was still a mess.

He'd picked up most of the glass, worried some would still be embedded in the carpet and contemplated ripping it all out right then and there. That's when he thought a drive would be better.

It was nearly 1 am when he made it to the Lucky Lizard.

He wearily stepped through the door, quickly gaining the confused attention of Henry.

“Gator? Y/N with you?” He said, eyes darting past Gator but there was no sign of you.

He simply shook his head, taking a stool.

“Jack?” He offered the other man.

“No, I don't think I should. I just came by to… to tell you that she won't be in tomorrow.” He didn't look up to see Henry's face go from confused to filled with worry in an instant.

“What happened?” He narrowed his gaze. Henry liked Gator but everyone in this town knew what getting close to that family meant. For him to come by instead of getting a text or call from you directly he knew it was bad.

“She… someone took her.” His pained expression tore at Henry. He'd never seen the younger man like this, so openly vulnerable.

“What does that mean? Who took her?” Far too many questions floating around and Gator didn't have the time or patience to explain further.

“Listen,” he finally looked up, eyes glossy, shocking the other man just a bit. “I just need you to keep your eyes and ears open. Anything unusual, let me know. If anyone is stupid enough to open their mouth, it's usually when they've had too much to drink.”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded, as Gator stood to leave. He wanted to say something comforting, but the words just wouldn't come as he watched him, heavy footfalls and head hung low as he ducked back out into the night.

The bitter cold nipped at his face as he slowly walked to his truck. He sniffed, the air stinging his nose and throat, as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He knew he'd be no use to you if he let his head get the better of him.

He pulled into the Midway, one more stop before heading back to the station. One he dreaded the most.

You and Maggie had gotten close while you stayed here. Still kept in touch.

He slowed to a stop in front of the small office, already catching the older lady’s attention as she sat the book she had been reading off to the side.

He let out a breath and made his way through the door as the little bell above his head announced his arrival.

Maggie raised a brow, “and what do I owe the pleasure of you darkening my doorway, Deputy? Can't be good this time o’night.”

He swallowed thickly as she further studied his disheveled appearance, unkempt hair and the crestfallen look on his face. Her heart sank.

She slowly shook her head, looking down at the desk.

“I told that girl you were nothing but trouble from the very start. Wouldn't listen to reason. Couldn't stay away from your ass.” Scoffing and crossing her arms. “She dead?”

The question caught him off guard. Hearing it out loud made his stomach lurch. Something his own mind couldn't even fathom. He wouldn't let himself think the worst right now.

“Someone took her.” He finally answered, not ready to meet her gaze but looked up anyway. Her eyes were glossy, mouth set in a thin line showing her disdain.

“Took her? What the hell did you drag her into? You and that no-good Sheriff.” She mumbled the last part, looking away from him.

“Look, I wanted you to hear it from me. I know you two are close.” She nodded, so he continued. “Have you seen anything or anyone unusual recently?”

“Honey, look around this place. Almost everyone that comes and goes is unusual, but you bet your ass I'll keep a watch out. You,” pointing her finger at his chest, “need to find that girl. She loves your ass, for whatever goddamn reason.”

He gave her a tight-lipped smile, and a quick nod before turning to leave.

The adrenaline wore off as he crashed. He fought off sleep for as long as he could. Not wanting to face what was back at the house or go to Roy's. He parked the truck at the station, opting to get some sleep there.

Every time he shut his eyes, he couldn't help the images of you that passed before him. His eyes burned, stinging from the tears he was holding back.

When sleep finally took hold he dreamt of you.

Smiles and bubbling laughter that taunted him.

When his hand reached for you, you were just out of his grasp. Fingertips grazing featherlight against your skin. Turning to him, smile fading as tears began to stream down your beautiful face.

“Gator, you let this happen. This is all your fault!” You cried. “You didn't find me. Look what they did to me.”

The white sundress you wore turned crimson, beginning at your abdomen as it ran the length of the fabric dripping onto the floor below. Droplets turning into puddles at your bare feet.

He looked back at your face, now ghostly white with dark sunken eyes.

“Why Gator? Why'd you let them do this to me?” Your hands were outstretched, the same crimson dripping from your fingertips as you lunged for him.

He jolted awake. Of course, his mind would conjure his worst nightmare when he wouldn't allow his conscious self to think like that.

“Fuck,” he hissed pressing his palms to his eyes.

“Goddamnit!” Yelling as he punched the steering wheel.

A few hours of sleep were all he could manage, and it was still before sunrise.

He pushed his hair back, lowering his ball cap ready to face the long day ahead.

Upon your initial waking, you flit in and out of consciousness. Your head still feels like someone was holding a jackhammer to it. Somehow, you'd managed to roll onto your back, but no comfort was found in the cold, unforgiving floor.

That incessant slow drip, drip, drip nearby was all you could focus on with no idea how much time has passed and hoping to God this isn't how you were going to die.

Your ears perked up when you heard faint voices.

Making out it was two men but not what they were saying. You decided to roll back on your side and pretend you were still out; hoping they'd leave you be.

A door opened, squeaky on its hinges as they entered. Your skin broke out with goosebumps as a flourish of cooler air hit you.

“Fuck, she's still out? Sure you didn't kill her?” One said.

“No, dumbass. She's still breathing. See.” You were sure they were watching your chest expand, trying to keep your breathing as steady as possible not to give yourself away.

“I mean, shouldn't we wake her up? Give her some water or something?”

“Water or something?” There was a small scuffling sound. “You want to play gracious host after she kicked you in the balls and nearly shot me after clawing my fucking face?”

“We aren't tryin' to kill her. S’all I'm saying.”

You heard the other scoff, footsteps walking away.

“Come on. We'll check back in a couple hours. I've got a few calls to make.” The other footsteps quickly followed leaving you alone once more.

You had a couple of hours to think of a plan. You knew Gator would be knocking down that door if he knew where you were. He'd stop at nothing to get to you, but you couldn't count on it right now.

You were bruised and battered but in no way giving up on yourself, a fighter through and through. You would get out of this alive.

Gator had spent the better part of the morning driving aimlessly around town.

Roy had told him to get his head out of his ass and go on patrol to get him out of his own hair.

They'd had a blowout at the station.

“Son, I can't send valuable resources out to look for that woman, not when I've got other shit to clean up right now.” Not even sparing a glance up at him while he said it.

“Dad, she's not just some woman. She's my woman. Mine.”

"She's not your wife though, huh? Not good enough that you'd marry her. She is nothing. Women like that are a dime a dozen. You'll grow out of whatever this is.”

He's sitting across from his father, trying his best to not come across the desk. Fists clenched tightly, resting in the chair arms. Knee bouncing with the words that just came from him.

His mind is currently fixated on the small, black velvet box hidden in the back of his sock drawer. It's a modest ring, but he saved up for it. Went out of his way to pick it out just for you.

Those words echoing in his mind “she's not your wife.”

“I love her.” It came out almost a whisper.

Roy looked up, “huh?”

“I said, I love her.” He spoke louder, meeting his father's amused face.

“Oh, love is it?” He let out a humorless chuckle. “Love is a child's fairytale. Grow up and get out. Get your ass back out on patrol. I don't want to see you near this station today.”

He was currently sat outside the Lucky Lizard. He wanted to be somewhere familiar, close to you, but he couldn't face what was back at home. An empty house full of reminders of his shortcomings. He'd failed you.

Another patrol truck pulled in beside him, slowly rolling the window down so he followed suit.

“Gator, how ya holding up?” Andy asked.

“How ya’ think? My girl is God knows where and my dad isn't lifting a goddamn finger to help.” He blurted out, frustration on full display.

“Look, I gotta tell you something man.” Andy looked at him pensively. “I like y/n. She's good for you. I couldn't live with myself if something… Your dad, I know what he's capable of, but he told me to get rid of those samples last night. I don't know what's going on, I don't want to know but I sent them off anyway.”

“What?” His brows creased, a million questions running through his mind.

“I’m sorry man. I'll help you find her, whatever you need. Just give me a call. I'll let you know just as soon as they come back. I… I put a rush order in. I know I'll probably get my ass chewed…”

“Andy, thank you.” He meant it. “Don't worry about Roy, okay? Just go back to work, I'll call if I need you.”

Andy nodded and pulled back onto the highway.

He slowly let out a shaky breath, putting his vape to his lips inhaling as deeply as possible letting the nicotine calm his nerves.

He'd had enough of the bullshit. He wasn't worried about Roy or anyone else standing in his way.

Seconds, minutes, hours ticked by.

You'd managed to pull the cloth from your eyes enough to see you were in a large utility closet. Harsh fluorescent lights above immediately sent a wave of stinging tears down your face.

You were freezing. Muscles aching. Wrists and ankles numb from the zip ties biting at your flesh. Angry, bloodied rings formed where they were bound too tightly.

You quickly looked around for anything to cut them, but nothing immediately standing out until you saw a shovel standing in the corner.

You began to scoot your ass, inch by inch, closing in on your destination. You reached out dragging the tie across the metal hoping it was sharp enough as you began grinding back and forth. It was working, slowly.

You stopped, hearing muffled voices again.

“Fuck.” You muttered, sitting back, then leaning on the wire shelf behind you. You couldn't pretend this time, facing them head on.

The door squeaked open. A pair of boots entered directly in your line of vision. You followed them as they rounded the corner, keeping your head down until they spoke.

“Well, the bitch is finally awake.” He sneered, as you finally looked up. He seemed to be about your age, maybe a little older. Short hair, military style cut. His face had three gashes across his cheek. This was the asshole that had the Jack mask that you managed to wrangle free.

“Great,” the other mumbled, following behind. “Her blindfold.”

He was shorter, softer looking. Kinder eyes when he looked at you.

“Doesn't fucking matter.” The first asshole snapped back. “You know the plan. Let's go call him since she's awake.”

He quickly jogged back out, “c’mon” he yelled when the other stayed behind for a moment giving you a pitying look.

24 hours since you'd officially been missing. 36 hours since he'd last seen you.

He'd gotten up like any normal workday. You'd preset the coffee the night before to make sure he'd have a fresh pot. It was the little things you'd do for him.

For some reason, you'd followed him into the kitchen. Bare feet padding across the linoleum, eyes half-lidded as you walked up behind him wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Morning handsome,” you mumbled, pressing your cheek into his back.

He finished pouring himself a cup, smiling to himself when you didn't let go.

“What's gotten into you? Hmm?” He removed your hands, so he could face you, pulling you into his chest instead. “You're usually a grumpy ass gremlin in the morning.”

“Missed you. It's cold in there.” Mumbling once more, burying your face further into his chest.

“I know Bun, I'll get the space heater fixed as soon as I can.” He kissed the top of your head, as you raised up, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I love you. Hurry home tonight.” Your last words to him before making your way back to bed.

He was staring at said coffee pot. It was full. Brewing a fresh pot for an empty house this morning. You must have set it before everything has gone down.

He wanted to rage and scream, almost grabbing the damn thing to toss it outside, instead he punched the wall. His fist easily going through the sheetrock. It hurt but not enough.

He was about to take aim at the cabinet door, but his phone began to ring as he quickly retrieved it from his pocket.

Henry.

Henry gave him the rundown of some sleazeball that was currently at the bar, running his mouth about how he and his brother had struck a goldmine when they were hired to shake some bitch up.

Henry took notice when he'd said, “she sure is a fuckin' mouthy little thing. Lot of fight in her too.”

He'd immediately phoned Gator, who wasted no time getting dressed out of his uniform into some simple jeans with a plain black tee, leather jacket thrown over it with his lucky green ball cap.

Gator called Andy on the way, filling him in. Andy was out the door before they hung up.

He'd broken every speed limit on the way. Parking in his usual spot in the back. He hoped to God no one would give him away as he headed inside.

He caught Henry's attention, who slightly nodded to the end of the bar where an older, gruff looking guy sat with a fresh beer and cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth.

He pushed the cap lower over his face as he made his way over, leaving a stool between them.

He'd play it off, make himself that obnoxious prick that loves to talk to everyone.

He whistled, gaining Henry’s attention, inadvertently grabbing the assholes as well.

“Slow service tonight?” he asked, half grin plastered on his face looking at the guy up close.

The guy huffed a small laugh, “guess you could say that.”

“Ay, bartender, Jack over here and,” he looks over at the guy, “What ya’ drinkin bud?”

“Another Budlight.” He spoke up.

“Greg,” Gator introduces himself, reaching out to shake the guy's hand.

“Wallace, everyone calls me Walleye.” They shook hands and spoke a couple of pleasantries.

The conversation stayed light at first. Gator keeping his eye out for Andy. He arrived a few minutes later spotting them and sitting at the table directly behind the two men.

Walleye finally started talking about how he’s come into a little money and was out celebrating.

“Cool man, that’s cool. Planning a fun night? A little booze, a little ass?” He chuckled.

“Booze, definitely. Thought about trying to get some ass, but don’t really know anyone from around here. Well, there’s this one chick, but she’s a little tied up at the moment.” He let out a hearty laugh as if he and Gator shared an inside joke.

Gator laughed along, but his eyes never left the other man growing darker.

“She busy or somethin’?”

“Nah man, I really shouldn’t say.” He tipped his beer back, taking a long swig.

“Ah, c’mon man. What? You seemed hyped about it.”

He looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was listening.

“Can ya’ keep a secret?” Gator nodded. “My bro has this little bitch at his house right now that I’d tap but she’s off limits. Sweet little ass from what I could see.”

Walleye whistled, as if to convey how hot this chick is.

“Why she off limits?” Prodding a little further.

“Well, we’ve got her stashed there for a bit. Why I’m celebratin’. We got paid some big bucks. You wanna know the funniest shit? She’s got this dude's name tattooed high on her ass cheek. Gator. What the fuck kind of name is that?” He started laughing again, but this time Gator hadn’t found any amusement in his prior statement.

His facade faded as his smile dropped. It took every ounce of his will power not to take the beer bottle in front of him and smash this asshole's face in.

He'd seen your tattoo. No one else has ever or was meant to ever see that. He was seething. His vision blurred, seeing nothing but absolute rage.

“Well, Walleye, one could question what kind of fuckin’ name that is.” Gator stood from his stool now towering over the other man. “But then again, a stupid fuckin' name to match a stupid fuckin’ idiot.”

Walleye looked up, more dumbfounded than offended. Andy slowly walked up to stand on the other side of him, catching his attention when he gripped his shoulder. Both men now caging him in.

“What the fuck is this?” He tried to get up, Gator quickly pushing him back down.

“This is me telling you we're gonna go for a little walk and then you're gonna tell me where the fuck my girl is.” He spat, almost nose to nose with the man.

He watched the color drain from his face as the realization hit.

“Man, look, she's fine… really…” he started word vomiting, grasping at straws but it was too late.

“Shut the fuck up. Get up or I'm dragging your ass out of here.”

He gulped, slowly rising to his feet. Andy steadied his hold on him to escort him out as Gator moved to go ahead of them, tipping his hat toward Henry on the way.

They'd driven him to an old, abandoned homestead not far from Roy's ranch.

Fucker started begging for his life as soon as they got him in the truck.

Gator had leveled him with a gaze before telling him to shut up until they were ready to hear him talk. He sniffled most of the way there.

He would have talked without all the theatrics, but Gator was ready to make it hurt. The way they'd hurt you.

They tied him to a chair, as he started spilling his guts.

“We were paid to do it man. My brother, Jeff, knows who it is. Talked to them on the phone on the regular. Making sure everything was on track.”

“We'll get to that.” He slowly put his black leather glove on his outstretched hand. “First things first, did you put your filthy fucking hands on her?”

“Please man, I…” a punch to the jaw, knocking a few teeth loose in the process. That was all the confirmation Gator needed. He hadn't denied it.

“Fuck, man.” He whined, spitting blood out on the floor. “I'm sorry. I'll tell you where they are.”

“I know you will. Let's just go ahead and get that out of the way.”

He explained that you were at what he thought was an old saw mill out on route 65. He and Andy both knew the place.

Andy would go ahead and get some supplies and weapons. He was going to finish with this asshole and meet up with him.

After a few more blows to the head, he'd gathered the whole picture. He'd admitted he had knocked you unconscious after you'd almost killed his brother. Gator was boiling over at his confession. No number of apologies would save him at this point.

His head was hanging down to his chest, a mix of blood and drool dripping from his mouth onto his lap as Gator grabbed his hair to force him to look at him. His eyes already bruised and almost swollen shut at this point.

“I've got one more question for you. How'd you see her tattoo, huh? I swear to God if you did anything else to her.”

“No… no.” He huffed, trying to pull in a ragged breath almost gasping. “When we mo… moved her… her shorts had come down a little. S’all man. I swear.”

Walleye had fat tears rolling down his cheeks. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

He'd made it quick after that. More than the prick deserved in his opinion.

One shot rang out clear and loud in the blank, snowy scape outside. A moment later Gator emerged from the hovel ready to get his girl.

Once they're left you alone for the second time, you move quickly.

Getting yourself back over to the shovel, freeing your hands you let out a small sigh of relief but there was still work to do.

Your wrists ache. Deep, angry gashes in each one. You wince with each movement, but you've got no time to feel sorry for yourself now.

You reached up, feeling the back of your head, hiding away the contact. It was crusted with blood and dirt, with a deep wound.

Your ankles would prove to be a little more tricky so you started looking around the room again. Finally, spotting a trowel on the back of the shelf making quick work with it.

You stood slowly, muscles straining and screaming with each movement. There were no windows. No way to tell the time of day.

You braced yourself, leaning on the metal shelf.

They'd taken you while you were getting ready for bed. You were in nothing but sleep shorts and a thin tank top. Your feet were bare. If you have to run, it crosses your mind you might not make it far in the snow and unforgiving terrain.

Your feet slowly carried you over to the door, taking the handle, but it didn't budge. Of course they locked it. Idiots doing the one right thing you'd hoped they hadn't.

You pressed your ear to the cool metal, listening for any signs that might lay beyond.

Nothing.

Two choices. Try to break the lock, giving yourself away or lay in wait with that shovel in hand getting the jump on them once they come back in.

Your body was cold, yet you were sweating. Heart hammering so hard in your chest it flooded your ears with white noise.

You pressed your back to the door as you slowly slid into the floor. Pulling your knees into your chest, trying to take one breath at a time as your teeth chattered together. Now was not the time to have a meltdown.

You started to get up but heard a commotion that made you pause briefly. There was a loud bang and then yelling that seemed farther away.

You stood quickly then, a little lightheaded but reached for the shovel poised to smash in any head that barged through that door.

Nothing immediately came, but then the knob jiggled. You were on high alert.

Slowly, it turned, and the door opened.

You didn't make a sound, as a pair of black boots stomped into view as you started to swing, shutting your eyes in the process.

The shovel came into contact with the wall instead of a head, causing you to open your eyes.

“Fuck, Bunny. Nearly took my goddamn head off.” He huffed a small laugh, grinning like an idiot. Your idiot, coming to save the day.

“Gator?” You managed to squeak out, coming out as a choked sob. Dropping the shovel and throwing yourself into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you in even tighter.

Relief flooded your system as you cling to him. Hands fisted into the front of his shirt, grasping on to him as if your life depended on it. Right now, it did.

Burying your face further into him, breathing him in as a mangled sob racked your body.

“It's ok baby, I'm here. I'm here.” He held you. Hands roaming, touching the expanse of any exposed skin he could find checking for injuries while trying to comfort you.

He reached the back of your head, as you whined a little deeper when he grazed the gash hidden under the matted locks.

His heart was pounding beneath your trembling hands. He was ready to get you out of here. Get you home.

“Bunny, baby, breathe for me. Hey, let me see your face. Please.” He pleaded, as you slowly lifted your head.

Tears streaked down your face, clearing a path through the dirt and blood that was caked on your cheeks. His anger growing at the state you were in. The apple of your left cheek had a bloom of purple with a small cut at its center as well as a cut at your top lip that was angry and clotted.

He cradled your cheeks in his large palms, kissing your forehead delicately.

“It's okay, we're going to the hospital.” He stated, releasing you so he could shed his jacket and drape it over your shoulders.

You were enveloped in his warmth that immediately calmed your jangled nerves.

“Look at me,” you did so, trying to stay focused. “We've got to walk past some things that might be unsettling, focus on me. Don't worry about the other shit.”

You nodded, as he pulled you close, walking side by side out of the closet, arm slung around your waist to help guide you and letting you lean most of your weight on him. He took it slow, praising you along the way.

“That's it baby. You're doing good.”

It was hard to focus once the space opened up to a larger room. Your head snapped over when you heard muffled voices.

Andy had a tweedle dee and dum tied up in the corner, mouths covered as they were struggling against them.

“I told you two to shut the fuck up!” He raised his voice, bringing his fist against one of their jaws as you quickly looked away.

“Hey, baby, it's ok. Don't look at that, look at me.” He softly coaxed your attention as you continued.

Once you reached the door, you could see it was night out. The stars were lit brightly above you as you looked up.

The bite of the bitter cold licked at your legs but you welcomed it. He asked you to stay by the entrance so he could pull the truck around.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, pulling his jacket closed.

He insisted on picking you up bridal style just so your feet didn't have to touch the cold, snowy ground, helping you into the passenger seat. Then buckling you in, closing your door and quickly running to the driver's seat.

Leaning back into the seat the last of your energy started to drain, letting the events finally catch up with you as you closed your eyes.

“Bunny, baby, stay awake f’me.” He grabbed your hand, shaking it gently.

“Gator, please just take me home. I just want to go home.” Tears now flowing freely, gripping his hand.

“I've got to take you to the hospital. That cut on the back of your head needs stitches. It isn't somethin' I can take care if at home.” He tries to look at you reassuringly but you can see something else behind his eyes.

“Okay.” You say softly, as he finally laces his fingers between yours, pulling it up to place a small kiss to your hand.

There were lots of questions at the hospital. You didn't answer unless it was absolutely necessary letting Gator do all of the talking. The staff knew better than to question Sheriff Tillman’s son.

He was by your side the entire time they poked, prodded and finally bandaged you up.

He was worried about you. You could tell by the way he was hovering, silently watching but you were watching him too.

They released you soon after.

You felt numb on the way home. Gaze set firmly out the window, as he held your hand once more. Thumb rubbing soothingly, neither of you saying a word.

He parked the truck around back, when you gave him a puzzled look he returned it with a bit of a sheepish one.

“I didn't have time to pick up everything, so we'll just go in through the back. You won't have to see it.”

You just nodded, knowing it was left in a mess. It suddenly broke your heart realizing what he had to come home to.

He helped you out of the truck, the hospital giving you some socks for your bare feet as you padded across the walkway, snow melting at the contact.

He walked ahead of you opening the door, making sure to put himself in between you and the living room. Not daring to look past him, you didn't need another reminder. The house itself was enough.

You walked the hall as you had a hundred times before but it felt heavy.

“Gator,” you said once you made it to the bathroom door. “I need to shower. I'm dirty.”

Your voice was weak, the words coming out robotic even to you. The hospital cleaned your cuts but dirt and filth still clung to the rest of you.

“Yeah, yeah, anything. You want me to start the shower?” You nodded, as he grabbed your hand leading you to sit on the toilet seat lid while he got things ready.

“Will you shower with me?” You didn't look up.

“Of course baby.”

He began to strip, finally turning his attention back to you when you hadn't moved.

“Baby?” He slowly moved in front of you, moving his thumb under your eye wiping a small tear away. “Lift your arms f’me.”

He helped you remove your shirt, then pulled you to stand, discarding the rest of your clothes into the corner of the room as steam slowly filled the room.

He guided you into the shower and followed in behind.

You finally let yourself relax under the warm spray, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths.

Gator came in behind you letting his gaze trail your naked form. Your body was littered with bruises and abrasions of all shapes and sizes. It made him sick.

If he'd come home instead of staying late for Roy yet again. He berated himself.

You felt his eyes on you, so you slowly turned around, faintly smiling up at him.

“There she is. There's my girl.” He hummed his approval, as he pulled you into him, kissing your temple.

Water splashed you both, droplets in between your bodies. Your eyes downcast as you watched the stained water as it washed down the drain.

You were not inclined to do it, so helped you wash yourself clean. They'd wrapped your wounds enough he easily maneuvered around them. Taking care not to linger on any bruises or cuts along the way. He could be gentle when he wants to be. He'd do anything for you.

He tenderly washed the blood and grime from your matted locks until the suds finally ran clear, his pinky grazing the stitches only once. Apologizing profusely when you'd winced.

He placed kisses across your shoulder when he'd finished as you hummed out your quiet appreciation.

Neither of you bothered dressing, sliding under the covers, he took his normal spot curled in behind you; arm wound tightly around your waist. It felt a little tighter than usual, clutching you as if you might float away at any moment.

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing you in. You were here. You were safe. He'd do anything to keep you this way.

Your eyes were heavy, as you cling to his arm but you didn't want to fall asleep. Not yet.

“Gator,” you whispered into the dark.

“Yeah, baby?” He whispered back, breath fanning your cheek.

“I need you.”

“I'm right here,” he kissed your cheek. “I'm not going anywhere.”

“No, I just need you. All of you.” You didn't know what you needed but there was this overwhelming urge to crawl under his skin and bury yourself beneath his ribcage.

You rolled over, barely making out the edges of him in the dark but you didn't need any light, as you brought your fingers up to trace his jaw, covered in the most scruff he'd ever allowed to grow.

You slowly brought your pillowy lips to his, wind bitten and raw, not caring when you slowly melted further into him it grazed the cut on your lip, stinging as they continued to move across yours.

His hand moved slowly up from your hip, large palm splaying across your back as he pulled you closer still. Your palm lays across his chest, right over his heart, feeling it hammering beneath.

You licked at his bottom lip, as he parted them for you. Mingling your tongues in a slow dance.

Your nails dig into the tender flesh of his chest when he takes your breast in his warm, calloused hand, kneading softly.

You take a shuddering breath when his thumb grazes your already pebbled nipple, causing him to pull away laying his forehead to yours.

“I, I'm sorry, I thought.”

“Shhhh… no, no, I want this. Please. I need you.”

He simply nodded, stray hairs tickling you as he lowered his head to press a kiss to your jaw, slowly easing lower, as he pushed you onto your back for you to grant him further access.

You threw your head back as he moved to seat himself between your thighs, mouth never leaving your jaw, neck, collarbone. Any exposed skin he could press his lips to.

His growing arousal was evident, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pushing you further into the mattress as he let himself lower his body to yours, caging you in.

He slipped a hand between you, fingers finding your clit, drawing soft circles. A breathy moan leaves you, but you grab his wrist stopping him.

“No, no, please.”

“Baby, I don't want to hurt you.” When he looks up to see your pleading, glossy eyes in the low light he sighs.

“Goddamnit, it's like you're trying to kill me here.” He huffs out.

He was a weak man when it came to you.

He grabbed the base of his cock, as you loosened the hold your legs had around him, letting him ease himself back slightly. He ran the tip through your folds, bumping your clit once, twice, three times before lining himself up at your entrance then pushing the fat, mushroom tip in slightly.

You reached for his shoulders, gripping them tightly, as he looked up through his lashes at you halting his movements once more.

“I'm fine.” You pleaded, closing your eyes, as he began to stretch you out.

“Fuck,” he hissed, as he pushed slowly, letting you get used to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you whimpered.

“We can stop,” he began.

“No, no.” You wrapped your legs tighter, as your arms wound around his neck, inadvertently drawing him deeper as you both moaned out.

He skimmed his mouth lightly over your skin, sucking at that soft spot under your jaw that always drew those pretty sounds from you. He slowly pushes in to the base, his hips snug against yours. You can't help the wanton moan that escapes.

He stays like that for a moment, before easing out slowly. The drag of his cock against your inner walls was already too much and not enough, feeling every ridge and vein on his exit.

He angled his hips upward pushing back in, hitting your sweet spot with ease, your hips canting trying to meet his own.

“Yeah, that it?” He cooed, as he continued to piston his hips back and forth, easing up to study your face.

You nodded, words ceased to exist, you didn't have the strength but it seemed he knew that.

“It's ok, I've got you sweet thing.” His words washed over you, seeping into your pores. He did have you.

He continued to grind, the thatch of wiry hair at the base of his cock working your clit with every drag. Fueling those embers within your core with each thrust, small flames licking up your belly and spine.

He was never a patient man, something that was never ingrained within him. He couldn't wait to watch you fall apart on his cock, getting you there quickly over and over again.

You needed this. Needed him to show a little restraint.

Your pussy began to flutter around him, giving him that sign that you were close.

“That's it Bunny. Just let go f’me.” He grabbed your hand, continuing to rock into you at that leisurely pace, threading his fingers in-between yours to work you through it.

“That's it baby, I'm close too.”

His sweet words, tender gesture and continued brushes to your frontal wall had you coming undone. Your cunt began to constrict, as he picked up his pace slightly so he could cum with you.

You released breathy moans, softly saying his name over and over as those flames became wildfires. All consuming. Bursting from your core.

He worked you through it, before quickly following you releasing his spend, fucking it further into you with each thrust. All the while, holding each other's hand with a bruising grip.

“Fuck, I love you.” He panted out, thoroughly spent, face burying back into the crook of your neck.

A tear rolled down you cheek, as you mumbled “I love you too.”

You stayed like this just holding each other, for a few blissful moments you could pretend everything was okay.

He finally slipped from you, rolling over pulling you with him as you laid your head in his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart lulling you to sleep.

Something in the back of your mind kept saying you would never feel safe again, even in the arms of the man you loved.

You woke up cold. Your mind immediately floods with flashes, reminders of what had happened. You shot up from the bed, reaching over to no one.

Panic taking over as you screamed his name. Stinging your throat with the sheer volume you let escape.

He rushed the room quickly, he'd only been in the kitchen when he heard you. Dropping his coffee mug on the floor as he ran to you.

He immediately enveloped you in a crushing hug, sitting with you on the edge of the bed.

“It's ok. You're safe. I'm here.” He repeats it like a mantra while your heart rate trickles to a more steady beat.

Safe. Hearing out loud seems like a joke now.

“You weren't,” you whispered, pulling away from him to get a better look. He was already dressed for work. Of course he was going in. Duty always called. Family, Roy above all else.

“What?” You toyed with his collar instead of looking at him.

“You weren't here.”

The waiver in your voice felt like a dagger straight through his chest, your tear filled eyes finally meeting his.

“It's always going to be like this. Isn't it? You're torn. Never fully here or there.”

“What does that mean? What’re you…” his brow pinched with confusion.

“You weren't here, Gator. Not when I needed you. You can't protect me. I'm not safe.” Tears spilled from your lash line, as your chin trembled.

It hurt. But it was the truth. As long as you were associated with him and all that came along with the Tillman name you weren't safe.

You'd both fought before, this was different. You were too calm; too rational with your steady demeanor.

He just nodded, bringing himself close enough to place a kiss on your forehead, resting his lips there letting himself have the moment as his hand caressed your jaw.

“You don't have to say it, ok.” He rose, taking his warmth with him as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

He stopped before walking out into the hall.

Glimpsing his profile, his own eyes glossy as he turned his head.

“I love you.” He spoke out before hastily taking his leave giving you no time to respond. No chance to tell him you love him too.

He told himself it was better this way.

You wouldn't be caught in the middle if something went wrong.

He made a single phone call once he made it to the truck.

“Yeah, it's Gator. I think it's time we finally had that chat.”

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Sparkling Promises - Joe Keery

Joe Keery and Y/n wandered through the sparkling aisles of People's

Jewelry, their laughter mingling with the soft chime of delicate chains and the glimmer of gemstones. They were like any other couple, exploring the endless array of rings, each one telling its own story.

Y/n's eyes sparkled as she admired the intricate designs and

shimmering stones. She paused, her gaze fixated on a particular ring nestled amongst the others. Its elegance caught her attention, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to it.

"Joe, look at this one," she exclaimed, holding up the ring for him to see. It was a breathtaking piece, a symphony of diamonds and white gold, reflecting the store's warm lights.

Joe's eyes lit up as he studied the ring Y/n held. He smiled, knowing he wanted to see that same sparkle on her finger every day. "It's beautiful, just like you," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, her cheeks flushed with warmth. She couldn't help but imagine wearing that ring, a symbol of their love and commitment.

As they continued browsing, Joe couldn't shake the image of Y/n's radiant smile when she saw the ring she loved. He knew he had to make it hers.

A few days later, Joe concocted a plan. He pretended he had to work late, but instead, he slipped away to People's Jewelry, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves. With the ring safely tucked away in his pocket, he couldn't wait to see the look on Y/n's face.

When Joe returned home, Y/n greeted him with a warm hug, none the wiser to his secret mission. Little did she know, her life was about to change in the most beautiful way.

As they sat together, Joe took Y/n's hand in his, his pulse quickening with anticipation. He gazed into her eyes, his love pouring forth in every word.

"Y/n, you are my best friend, my soulmate, my everything," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, cherishing every moment together. Will you marry me?"

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as Joe dropped to one knee, revealing the ring she had admired days before. Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded, unable to speak through the overwhelming joy in her heart.

With trembling hands, Joe slipped the ring onto Y/n's finger, sealing their love with a promise as radiant as the diamonds that adorned it.

In that moment, amidst the echoes of their love, Joe and Y/n knew they had found forever in each other's arms, their journey intertwined like the delicate strands of a precious gemstone.

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #joe keery #joe kerry

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Steve angry Eddie started without him.

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Good Neighbors Part 1 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I did it :). Ok as previously stated I have never written this dynamic before so I open to all critiques and suggestions! I also set this in todays timeframe. I hope y'all enjoy.

Warnings: Reader is a soon to be divorcee and a single mom. Cute Steddie going on here with her kiddo. Definitely smut of the threesome variety and all that that implies (I regret nothing!) Steve is slightly rougher during sex but I decided to go against the Daddy Steve/Master Eddie dynamic. I don't think I'm there yet! Lol.

Word Count: 4583

“Wow!” Your son’s eyes light up as he takes a look at the outside of the apartment complex you’re moving into. “It’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is.” To a six-year-old child you image it would seem that way but for you, coming from an actual home, this would be a substantial downgrade. As long as he was happy though, you were happy.

“Here, weirdo. Take this.” You hand him his little suitcase so he feels useful. While you were packing his things, he would throw a tantrum if you wouldn’t let him help.

“Mooooom! I’m strong. I can help!”

You slung a few bags over your shoulder and you both headed up the stairs to your new place. The apartment across the way was blaring loud heavy metal music causing you to huff under your breath. Your son marched in front of you and banged on your new neighbor’s door.

“Dylan! No! You know better than to knock on a stranger’s door.”

The door flung open and a tall young man about your age stood in the doorframe. He was extremely good looking with even better-looking hair. He was either about to head to work or just got back. He had on some jeans and a polo shirt with a green vest covering it. You squinted as you read the name tag; “Family Video- Steve”.

“Excuse me, Mister. Can you turn your music down? It’s a little loud.” Dylan shook his small index finger at the man.

He stared at him for a few seconds before a beautiful smile stretched across his face. “You know what, little man? You are absolutely right. It is loud. I tell my friend that all the time but he never listens.”

“Who the hell are you…oh.” Another boy comes into the doorway about the same age if not a little older. He had a guitar slung across his bare chest and torn up jeans that were sagging around his waist so you could slightly see the blue boxers underneath. “Who’s this?”

Dylan looks at you for approval and you nod your head, smiling down at him. “I’m Dylan and this is my mommy. We live here now.” He points at the apartment and you give them a tiny wave.

“Well, Dylan, I’m Steve.” He points to his name tag. “And this is my friend Eddie.”

Your son grabs your hand and pulls you forward. “You have to say hi.”, he whispers.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot.” You whisper back to him, giving him a little wink. “Hi. I’m Y/N. I’m really sorry. Normally he doesn’t initiate conversations with people he doesn’t know but…”

“It’s not a problem at all. Sorry about the music. It’s his day off so when he relaxes--“

“Is the music too loud? Shit. I’m sorry.” Eddie interrupts Steve and runs back into the apartment. Steve rolls his eyes after him as Dylan covers his mouth, giggling at the curse word.

“Can we help you guys move?”

“Oh, no it’s ok. The movers are on their way but I appreciate you asking.”

“Hey anything to help a beautiful woman and her little gentleman.” Steve flashes you a confident smile that makes you blush. “Well, if you change your mind or if you need anything, we’re here.”

“Bye Steve!” Dylan waves at him as you pick him up, enter the apartment, and close the door.

After the movers dropped everything off, the unpacking was under way. You wanted things to feel as homey as possible so Dylan would be comfortable. After his father left, you didn’t want more things to change for him. Something like that is already traumatic enough for a child. It only got worse when your soon to be ex-husband decided he no longer wanted to help you make payments on the house you guys had shared.

“Where are we going to go, Charlie? He needs a roof. He needs normalcy.”

“Maybe he should come live with me then.”

“Why? So he can sit at home alone? You barely saw him when we were married but at least he had me there.”

“Oh, get off your high horse, Y/N. You better find something or I’ll be seeing you in court to take him. I’m not going to spend any extra money I do have for you to live in my house!”

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The sound of the bass thumping against the walls made your eyes roll as you scrunched your nose in annoyance. Your son giggled and you responded by sticking out your tongue.

“What are you laughing at?” Dylan mimics your face causing him to erupt in a fit of laughter again. Your phone on the counter vibrates. “Go grab that for me, you little butthead.”

Without telling you who it is he immediately puts the phone to his ear. “Hi daddy!”

“Hey, buddy! How are you doing?”

You watch him cautiously as they talk. “I’m good. I like it here.”

“You do? You’ve been there a couple of weeks now. Met any kids your age yet?”

“Not yet but Mommy and I met Steve and Eddie. They like music really loud!”

“Oh? Well, that’s interesting. Listen, Dil, can you give the phone to mommy?”

“Ok. I love you, Daddy!” Dylan passes the phone and you stand up to take it outside.

“Hey, Butthead. Why don’t you go get ready for bed and after I talk with your dad, I’ll read you book?” He claps his hands excited as he runs into his room. You reluctantly put the phone to your ear as you exit the front door. “How can I help you, Charlie?”

“Who’s Steve and Eddie?” He asks sternly.

“Neighbors—”

“Jesus, Y/N. I can hear the music through the phone!”

You walk halfway down the stairs and sit on the middle step, your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose. “Again, something you NEED, Charles?”

“Look, I may not be able to take him this weekend.”

The smell of cigarette smoke fills the air and you wish you had one between your fingers right now. “Why didn’t you tell him that?”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt him. I know how much he was looking forward to—”

“Oh? But it’s ok for me to break his heart?”

“I didn’t say that. You’re twisting my words again.” He responds to your accusation through gritted teeth.

“So, what is it this time, huh? Work? A date? Flying to the moon to save the planet?”

“See, this why I left. Why do you have to be a bitch all the time? I’m just trying to have a conversation!”

“No, you left because of the whore I found you fucking in our bed. Good night, Charlie.” You press End and slam your phone on the step next to you.

“He seems like an asshole.” The sound of a male voice behind you makes you jump. Turning around, you see Eddie sitting a couple of stair steps above you, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingers. “Sorry, Sweetheart! I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought you heard me come out.”

You slide up the couple of steps to sit closer to him. His long wavy hair is nestled behind a black bandana. He’s wearing his usual jeans with a black hole riddled Metallica shirt. Eddie’s fingers reach in your direction offering you a puff from his cigarette which you eagerly accept. You can taste him on the end of it causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“How much of that did you hear?” You ask passing it back to him.

He makes an adorable thinking face. “Um, I came out around ‘Why didn’t you tell him?’ but stayed for the sarcasm after.”

You smile up at him as you let out a soft sigh. “I just hate seeing that look on Dylan’s face when I have to tell him his dad can’t see him.”

Eddie nods to himself as he squishes out the cigarette on the concrete and leans back on his elbows. “Yeah, Steve and I know that feeling. From the kid’s perspective I mean. I don’t think either of our mother’s really cared about us like you do with your son.”

You reach out placing your hand gently on his knee. “I’m sorry you guys had to go through that.” His substantially bigger, calloused palm comes down to cover yours as his thumb rubs against your skin. You bring your legs up to your chest trying to hide the movement of you rubbing your thighs together. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched you let alone in a tender manner like this and the fact that the man doing the touching was incredibly good looking didn’t hurt either.

“Eddie, oh my god, again with the music?” Steve’s voice radiated exhaustion as he climbed the stairs and leaned against the railing across from you.

“Yeah, sorry Stevie. That was my bad. I have a couple of people from work over tonight.” He leans toward the outside wall of their apartment and bangs his fist loudly against it. His chest is inches from your face and you close your eyes and inhale the scent of him. He smells like cigarettes, of course, but there’s also touches of gasoline and an undertone of cologne he most likely sprayed on himself before work that morning.

The door to their apartment opened and the sound of girl made your eyes fly open. Your look was met with Steve’s watchful one. Eddie swiveled his neck to face his friend. “Hey, can you turn the music down? There’s a little one trying to sleep.” He gestures towards your door.

She nods her head and closes the door again. Suddenly, you feel extremely stupid. Of course, there were girls in their apartment. Why wouldn’t there be? They were two single, attractive men. You had no reason to be jealous of the beautiful young lady who poked her head out.

It takes you a while to notice that they are both staring at you intently.

“Um, I should go back inside.” You quickly rise, avoiding their gaze, and climb the stairs. “Thank you for the cigarette and turning down the sound.”

After you close the front door, you lean against it, peaking out of the peephole. Steve stomps up the stairs.

“Really, Eddie? Good job, man.”

“What did I do? Some friends wanted to buy and they stayed over for a bit.”

Steve gives him an annoyed look. “Oh yeah, because girls in tight skirts and loud blaring metal just scream ‘Hey beautiful girl, we like you. Come spend time with us.’”

You jump and let out a little shriek as your son pulls on the back of your shirt. “Dylan! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He giggles, shaking a book at you. “You said you would read to me.”

“I did, didn’t I? Ok, get back in bed. I’ll be right there.”

Before you turn to follow him, you take one last look out into the entrance way. Steve and Eddie were smiling at your apartment door. Eddie made an “I told you so” face at his roommate as they both entered their domain and closed the door.

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Saturday night you and Dylan are lying on the couch watching a movie when there’s a subtle knock at your door. You open it to see your two handsome neighbors standing there with enormous grins plastered on their face.

“Why, hello ma’am.” Eddie says in comical announcer style voice. Steve follows his lead.

“We heard there might be a little boy who got stood up so we brought pizza and video games.” They each hold up the items in their hands. Eddie had the more adult beverages and some ice cream. You smile at them as you turn your head towards the inside of your apartment.

“Dylan! It’s for you.” You feel small hands hug your leg as he cautiously looks around you.

“Hey, little man.” Steve beams down at him and Dylan gasps with excitement.

You reach over and take the pizza from his hands. “Now this here. This is for mommy.”

“No! That’s not fair!” You son chases after you into the kitchen as the boys come in and close the door. Eddie heads for the tv and starts hooking up his gaming system. Dylan sits next to him, asking him questions. Steve joins you and helps pull plates from cabinets, serving food. He turns to look at you as you reach out and gently touch his arm.

“Thank you, guys. For this.”, you whisper. “He was really upset when I told him his dad couldn’t see him.”

“Well, I know what it feels like to have your dad bail on you.” He leans against the counter and folds his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, Eddie told me you guys didn’t have…great parents.” You try and tread the topic carefully not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

Steve shrugs. “It is what it is, right?” He scoots over till his side grazes your stomach, his arms dropping to hold the structure behind him. “How are you doing?”

You look up and meet his eyes, your breath catching in your throat. “I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” His index finger rises from its place and lifts the lower part of your tank top, tracing the pad of his digit against your skin. You exhale shakily as his eyes never leave yours.

“My pleasure.”

“Mom!” Dylan shouts as he rounds the corner. You jump back from Steve quickly and face your child. “Eddie and I hungry!”

“Starving.” You glance over the banister into the living room, catching Eddies smirk. There was something knowing behind it. You clear your throat, regaining your composure.

“I’m sorry! Blame Steve, here. He moves too slow.”

“Oh, I can move as fast as you want, you just have to let me know.” He winks in your direction as Eddie lets out a chuckle.

You grab a beer from the table where Eddie left them and handed a plate to your son. He thanks you as he runs back towards the floor. Steve hands you a plate and you playfully punch his chest. On your way to the couch, you make sure to kick Eddie lightly in the back.

“Ow. Aggressive!” He shouts before stuffing a whole slice into his mouth making Dylan laugh.

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After many rounds of battling and button mashing on Tekken, Dylan passes out on the floor. You gently pick him up and carry him to his room, tucking him into bed.

“That kid is so much fun.” Eddie says as you close the door and head back into the living room.

“Thank you. Yeah, he’s a good kid. Good heart.”, you smile.

Steve rises to his feet, extending his hand out to Eddie to help him off the ground. “So, we were thinking… would you like to come across to our place and relax for a bit? We could smoke some weed, listen to music, not at full volume of course.”

“Uh…” You take a cursory glance towards Dylan’s room.

“He’ll be ok. I mean you’re right there.” Eddie points in the direction of their apartment.

You finally nod your head as you follow behind them through their front door. It was definitely a man’s place. It smelled musky with a mixture of their own separate scents. There were posters for bands and action movies all over the wall. The living room was a mess with a combination of take-out containers, clothes, and a couple of overflowing ashtrays spread about.

“Sorry for the way it looks. We’ve been kind of busy.” Steve runs around grabbing trash and throwing it in a nearby bin as Eddie disappears and reappears with a little black tin box.

“Don’t even worry about it. I have a six-year-old, remember?” Eddie chuckles as he starts rolling a joint on the coffee table in front of him. “What have you guys been busy with?”

“Work mostly.” Steve answers as comes back from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. “I’m at Family Video and Eddie works at a mechanic shop a few blocks down the way.”

You throw your body down next to Eddie’s on the couch. “Ah. That explains the gasoline smell.”

He looks at you, smirking. “You sniffing me, Princess?” You giggle as you rub your hand on his back.

“It’s kind of hard not to. It’s strong.” He gives you an apologetic glance. “No, it’s ok. I like it. Reminds me of my dad. He used to fix up cars when I was growing up.”

Steve takes a seat next to you. “Does he not anymore?”

“No. He passed away before Dylan was born.”

Eddie lights the joint, taking a hit before passing it to you. “I’m sorry. That must have been rough.”

The three of you sit there, casually making conversation, while you smoked. They told you about work, certain relationships, and how they came to live where they are now. You told them about your ex-husband and how he basically kicked you guys out of the house. You were extremely comfortable just sitting there talking with them. Something about them made you feel safe which is something you hadn’t felt in a very long time. Their dynamic was also something that completely fascinated you. They talked to and about each other like they weren’t just friends but like they were an old married couple. Sometimes they would exchange glances like they both had a secret you weren’t allowed to be privy to. Not yet anyway.

“So, what do you do again?” Eddie offers you the joint but this time you decline.

“I’m a guidance counselor at Hawkins High school. I help kids apply for college, figure out what they want to do, things like that.”

Steve chokes as he inhales. “Are you serious? That’s where we went to school!”

“For real. It took me like 30 years to graduate. Probably could have used some guidance from someone like you.” Eddie laughs as he pats your bare thigh. You notice his hand lingers before it slides up finding a home just below your shorts. Steve lifts his arm, resting it behind your head on the back of the couch.

“Ok, what’s up with you guys?” You’re not sure if it’s the drugs or the alcohol that makes you ask the question but you feel suddenly desperate to get an answer.

Eddie and Steve exchange a look. “You’ll have to be more specific.” Eddie leans in tossing the burned out joint in the nearest ashtray. He adjusts his body so it’s facing more toward you.

Your eyes narrow in on his before you let out a frustrated sigh. “Whatever. Nevermind.” As you start to lean forward, Steve’s fingers grab your shoulder pulling you back.

“Let me rephrase. We WANT you to be more specific.” Steve’s tone was gentle but commanding. With his other hand, he reaches out caress your cheek.

“Steve, she did just get out of a shitty relationship. Maybe we should go a little easy on her.”

Your breathing stutters when you feel Eddie’s palm rub the inside of your thigh, just barely hovering near your core. Your eyes have yet to break from Steve’s slightly intimidating stare.

“Yeah? Do you think we should go easier on you?”

Your head tilts up, aggressively pressing your lips to his. You hummed at the taste of him as he slid his tongue in to meet yours. His arm came off the couch to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you tighter to him. On instinct, your hips pivot towards him but Eddie’s strong hand held them in place.

You turn to look in his direction as Steve continues to kiss your jawline down to your neck. You watch with lust filled eyes as Eddie reaches for the waistband of your shorts and slides them down your legs. As you lift your hips off the couch to help, Steve’s hand comes to rest behind your back trying to pull you closer.

“Steve!” Eddie laughs in amusement. “Come on, man.” Instantly his hands drop from your body and without hesitation you flip over towards the other man planting your mouth on his. Eddie tasted different but still delicious. His lips moved differently than Steves as well. Steve’s kisses felt more determined whereas Eddie’s felt more passionate. It was almost euphoric to feel the contrast at once.

Steve reached down and lifted your legs so you were laying horizontally on the sofa. You disconnected from Eddie’s mouth long enough to turn your body so your back was against his chest; his hand immediately grabbing your face to turn your lips back to his.

You whimpered against him when you felt Steve move the piece of cotton blocking your center as his nose grazed your clit. He slowly ran his tongue along the inside of your folds, a moan vibrating from his throat.

“Fuck, Munson. She tastes so good.” He dives his head further into your cunt, his tongue flicking in and out of your entrance. As you turn away from Eddie to watch him, the boy behind you whispers devilishly in your ear.

“Yeah? You like watching him eat your pussy. He says you taste fucking amazing.” Eddie’s arm reaches over you as his long fingers slide across your swollen nub. You head falls back on his shoulders as you listen to the sound of Eddie lick and suck them clean before placing them back between your legs. “He’s right. Fucking hell. Your ex-husband was a fucking moron for letting you go.”

You grind your hips against them, turning to suck on Eddie’s neck. Your left-hand clings to Steve’s hair while you right loops around Eddie’s forearm. You feel that feeling in your belly as your pussy starts to clench around his tongue. He pumps into you fast as Eddie matches his pace. You cry out a moan as the rubber band snaps and you cum against them. Both boys help ride you through it as your body twitches with pleasure.

Eddie feels your tiny hand reaching behind you fumbling his belt. He helps you and when he lifts his hips to slide his pants below his knees you feel his hard cock slid against the outside of your puffy lips. “Fuck.”, youmoan as your glide yourself against him, your leaking juices wetting him.

He pumps himself a few times before slowly sliding into your entrance. You continue grinding your hips as you ride him. “Fuck, Eddie. So big…so deep.”, groan out as he grunts behind you. A hand softly touches your face and you open your eyes to Steve on his knees in front you, pants pushed to his ankles, pumping his own cock with his hand.

“Does he feel good, baby?” You nod but Steve’s other hand grips your chin making you face him. “Tell me how good he feels.”

The overwhelming feeling of Eddie stretching you out makes it hard to form words and it doesn’t help when he grips your waist, thrusting up into you roughly. You lean your forehead on Steves. “He feels…so good. I’m…fuuuck…” Steve nods his head encouraging you to continue. “I’m going to cum.”

“Did you hear that, Eds?”

Eddie swallows a moan. “Yeah, I heard her. Fucking Christ, I can feel her to. Harrington, she’s so fucking tight. Y/N, can I cum inside you?” Steve’s pupils dilate as he to waits for your answer.

Your eyes don’t leave his. “Yes. Yes, I’m on the pill.” Steve licks his lips hungrily as he pulls you by the back of the neck to kiss him. You hand grips his wrists as you breathe out silent moans. You cum around Eddie’s cock as he thrusts into you sharply before you feel his arms wrap around your front and his sweaty forehead lean down on your back as releases deep inside on you.

You three sit there silently as you and Eddie try to catch your breath. Eddie’s soft lips run along your spine and Steve delicately pushes some hair out of your face. “You did so well, baby. Taking Eddie’s dick like that. Such an amazing, beautiful woman.” He grabs your hand and wraps your fingers around his now seemingly aching hard cock. “Do you think you can take me to?”

Eddie groans behind you as your pussy flutters at Steve’s request. You lift yourself off of him and cry at the empty feeling as you straddle Steve’s waist. He lifts you up with him as makes himself more comfortable sitting back against the couch with his feet on the floor. Steve watches you with blown out eyes as a line of spit drips from your mouth onto the tip of length. He growls as you spread it around him with your hand before guiding his cock to your center.

Both yours and Steve’s head lean back in ecstasy. You clung to his shoulders as you bounce on his dick feeling him hit that spongey spot deep inside of you making you whine.

“Just like that, Steve. Please.” His large hands grab your neck pulling you towards him.

“Please what? I want to hear you.”

“Please. Don’t stop. Fuck.”

He pushes your head roughly to his shoulder as he locks his arms behind your back pounding into you at a rapid pace. Another hand comes up to pet your hair and you open your eyes to see Eddie sitting back on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with Steve.

“You look so beautiful like this, Sweetheart.” He places a soft kiss on your lips, sliding his finger between you and Steve as he reaches for your sensitive clit, trying to match the other boy’s rhythm.

Steve releases his hold to bring you to his face. His hands firmly grip the sides of your face holding you in place. “Cum again, Y/N. I can feel it. Your close. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy fuckin’ gripping me, babe.” As he whispered his filthy words, you panted against his lips.

As the coil snaps for the third time, Steve brings your head back to his shoulder, holding you to him as thrusts his warm seed into your quivering body. They both murmur praises to you that you can barely hear. Eddie lifts your hair and touches your face, asking if you’re alright.

With hooded eyes you nod, curling up closer into Steve’s neck. He picks you up slightly, sliding himself out of your entrance and turns you so both your legs are over his. Eddie gets up, grabbing your shorts from the floor, and Steve lifts you so he can get them up your waist.

The feeling of you being moved around brings you back to reality for a moment. “Hey, it’s ok. We’re just taking you home.” Eddie slings your arm around his neck as he carries you across to your apartment. Once he enters your room, he gently places you down on the bed, pulling the covers over your frame. “Good night, Sweetheart.” Eddie kisses your forehead before moving out of the way for Steve.

“Hey, I know you’re half asleep but I just wanted you to know that I checked on Dylan and he’s completely knocked out.”

You lazily smile as you fully closed your eyes again. You felt him kiss your cheek and shuffle out of the room, following Eddie back to their apartment.

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sweetsweetjellybean · 2 years

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Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson/ FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader 18+ Minors get the hose.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 13/13

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years

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First Kiss (S.H)

Warning(s); Mutual pinning,Kissing,innocence kink?,smut! (piv sex),soft sex!, Virgin! Reader,hand kink,mention of billy x reader,fighting (physical), choking kink, daddy kink. + more.

Pairing(s); Steve Harrington X bestfriend! (Afab) Fem! Reader.

Summary; You think steve doesn’t like you but you were way off

A/n; my Steve obsession is honestly awful. Just to clarify the reader doesn’t know Robin is gay obviously.

I wasn’t expecting this to be done before I left but…uhm surprise??

Steve was used to you clinging to him. He loved it if he was honest. You constantly hugging him,holding onto his arm or hand,sitting in his lap when you’d study. You’d somehow always find him during school hours, after that though he acted as if you didn’t exist.

You’d see him in public and wave or say hi and he’d just ignore you or pretend he didn’t see you, especially if he was with his friend Robin.

You didn’t understand why. You felt used in a way and if you were honest you were okay with being used if it was him. Steve could do whatever he wanted with you.

It wasn’t until you walked in on Robin and Steve standing awfully close to each other, her hand on the top of his head that your body elected with jealousy. Steve didn’t let anyone touch his hair especially girls, he hated it.

You furrowed your brows at the pair of them and Robin stepped back quickly “Uhm- hello” she greeted and you looked between the two of them. “Hi..” you replied meekly. “What…what’re you doing here?” Steve asked and you remembered what you went in there to get. “I…I forgot my bag..in…here” your tone was more filled with confusion then hurt.

“Oh!” Robin reached behind her and handed it to you “I like your pins, they’re really pretty! They match the bag well- I mean you have good taste you-” “Robin, she gets it” she smiled and nodded crossing her hands behind her back.

After that you finally felt like you were done being used. You liked Steve a lot but the more you clung around him the more you saw him flirting and talking to Robin. You began to feel hurt boil in your gut and anytime you’d see them you’d start crying for no reason.

That was until Billy showed up. Billy Hargrove. He was the definition of a pretty boy. He was nice to you though, even though he was pretty ruthless to everyone else. He always brought you lollipops, cherry was your favorite. Slowly you stopped clinging to Steve moving on to Billy who unlike Steve made you feel like he actually wanted you.

Now it was you acting like you didn’t know Steve, ignoring him just like he did you. It wasn’t like you to be this petty but you felt completely and utterly ruined by him in the worst way. You figured he’d stop caring and just let it go since he didn’t seem to like you.

You were wrong. Furthest person from being right if that was possible, Steve adored you. Steve wanted you in every way you wanted him probably even more then you wanted him. All those times with Robin was him very badly covering up the fact 9/10 times he was talking about you. He didn’t realize it seemed like he was acting some way.

It was Steve not understanding what he did now. Why you ditched him for some mop haired asshole, what made your infatuation leave?, why’re you acting as if he doesn’t exist?, he misses you.

You still smiled at him in classes and waved when you’d see him walking down the halls but it wasn’t the same. You didn’t hug him, you didn’t cuddle him, you didn’t throw yourself at him like he wanted. Steve had never been so fucked up,he felt some kind of loss without you.

It was like he’d lost you when you weren’t really his to begin with. He still felt like he had some kind of claim over you and the anger that was inside him every time he’d see Billy slide his arm around you was getting worse.

One night though you stayed late at school to study and it just so happens steve and Robin were both in your study group. Your other friend had left early due to a ill feeling stomach. Steve was happy you were finally talking to him again even if it was just about school.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked but before you could turn him down Billy was walking into the library “ready to go, sugar?” You’d smile and Steve “next time okay?” He’d nod and you picked up on the sad look on his face. “Awh, pretty boys sad he can’t get the girl” you shot a look at Billy “stop it” you muttered. “Cmon I can tease a little Harrington’s fine” Billy defended.

“Seriously Billy.” You gave him that ‘stop it before this ends bad’ look but he ignored you and kept poking. “You lost the girl, so sad. King of Hawkins isn’t such a king is he?” That’s when Steve lost it his fists slamming on the table making both you and Robin jump. He stood straight up palms laid flat on the table as he looked at Billy.

“I didn’t loose anything, she’s still mine.” You looked up at him not sure how to respond to the fact he called you his. “Yeah? Is that what you think when I have her slung over the seats in the back of my car?” You watched Steve’s jaw tighten “enough!” You yelled at Billy. You didn’t see Steve move, didn’t see him running at Billy like a fucking bull.

You just saw Billy get tackled to the ground Steve throwing punches at his face while Billy struggled to fight back not expecting Steve’s move. Finally Billy got a hold of himself and shoved Steve off him just long enough for the two men to stand back up. You whimpered and Steve looked back seeing the tears spill down your cheeks as you turned to run out of the library.

It was just enough for Billy to hit a punch right across his cheek. Steve didn’t care just ran out after you, to see you running towards the doors. “Y/n!” He yelled and you stopped in your tracks. He ran after you “Steve stop! What…what’re you doing. Why’re you fucking with me?” “What??” He questioned as he finally made his way to you.

“Look I’m not a idiot, I see how you are with Robin just stop Fucking with me! One second I don’t exist and then the next I’m yours?? Steve you’re confusing!” Steve was more confused then ever. Robin and him? Robins gay there’s now way- you didn’t know that. How could you know that? It’s not like she has a sign attached to her announcing it.

“Y/n, wait it’s not what you think Robin…I don’t- Robin isn’t into me like that” you rolled your eyes “sure she’s not. I’m going home Steve just leave me be” you turned to walk back towards the door. Steve panicked, he didn’t know what to do so he did the only thing he thought would stop you. He kissed you.

His arm blocked you from moving long enough for his head to dip down and his lips to press to your. You let out a gasp and he took the chance his tongue slipping into your mouth. You slowly relaxed your hands settling onto his chest and he really kissed you. His hand slid from the wall and pressed to your jaw dragging your face closer to his as if it was possible to be closer.

Steve finally pulled away and you blinked a few times dazed and in shock that Steve Harrington just kissed you. You heart was pounding it was ringing in your ears as Steve stood there not sure of what to say. “Sorry- you can…you can go now” Steve said stepping back.

You looked up at him and then in your fuzzy state you could hear what sounded like footsteps. You didn’t have to think twice about it you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him back to you. It was sloppier this time teeth hitting as you sucked each other’s lips.

“Ahem!” You both heard Robin but you didn’t move to stop. You kept kissing as if she wasn’t standing there probably watching awkwardly. Steve once again pulled away from you even with the rebuttal you were babbling out.

“Yes,Robin?” Steve asked sounding the slightest bit annoyed. “It’s almost my curfew and you’re my ride.” She said and you sighed “I guess I need a ride too” Steve nodded looking at you “yeah, of course! Whatever…whatever you need” You smiled up at him.

The car ride was anything but quiet Robins constant rambles especially after finding out you thought the two of them were a thing. Rambling about how they’re ‘platonic with a capital P’ you smiled and realized she actually wasn’t that bad.

A few weeks had passed and you have invited Steve over for dinner at your house. Your parents canceled Last minute and sent the both of you pizza instead.

You weren’t even paying attention to it you were laid against his chest fingers playing with his. You smiled playing with his nimble fingers as he watched some random movie that was on the television.

“I like your fingers” you said not thinking about it. “Yeah?” He questioned and you couldn’t see the small smirk that was on his face “yeah! They’re so long and skinny,they’re so big compared to mine” you flattened your hand against his and he chuckled at the difference. “Mhm,let me try this” he pulled his hand away and you let him.

He lifted his hand to your neck pressing into the sides slowly but hard enough you could feel your head go light. “Feels nice right?” “Steve..” you managed to choke out and he released your neck. You took in a deep breath and he smiled “makes you wet, doesn’t it.” You didn’t reply you just pushed your thighs together.

Steve began pressing his lips to your exposed neck trailing them up to your ear. “W-wait….Steve I’ve never….I haven’t done this before” Steve raised his brow “but Billy said..” you shook your head “he was lying. I mean I’ve been clinging to you since junior year I didn’t wanna have sex with anyone but you” you explained. It made Steve’s heart beat faster knowing you were a virgin, more importantly that you wanted him to take it.“It’s okay, I’ll show you okay? We’ll go nice and slow.”

You followed him up into your room and soon you were both naked, bare for the others eyes to see. He had his hands rubbing gentle circles into your hips as he eased in little by little into you. He stilled once he was completely seated inside you and allowed you to adjust.

“You alright? I know it hurts honey” you nodded “it’s…it’s not all that bad” you explain and he smiled pecking your nose. “Good, ready?” You nodded and he slowly pulled out before pushing back in. A shock of pain mixed with pleasure shot up your spine and you jolted “oh my god…” you whined and Steve stilled his movements.

You shook your head on the verge of tears from the intense pressure “move! Please,please steve.” He nodded beginning to move back and forth. Slowly the pain faded away and you were left with the most intense pressure you’d ever felt. Steve could see the far away look in your eyes, could see the way you’d drift further and further away with each thrust. “Feeling good?, Mhm that’s it buttercup you’re doing so good for me. The best pussy I’ve ever had” your head was spinning and his words were only making it worse.

You remembered something you’d seen in the few porn videos you had watched. You weren’t sure how he’d react but if it was anything like the other men then you’d get fucked at a delicious looking pace.

“Daddy!….daddy please!!” You whined out and Steve stopped causing you to finally start crying. “No…want…want you to keep going” you looked up at him. Steve couldn’t help the smirk that settled on his lips seeing you’re pretty,wet doe eyes looking up at him or the way your lips were pink and puffy from all the kissing. “God, you’re the prettiest thing” all your whines and pleads stopped when he said that.

Your tears still fell with every blink it wasn’t something you could stop. It felt like time had slowed between the two of you. He stayed just like that for a few minutes his hand lifting to hold the side of your face. “Such a good girl” he finally started moving again and you gasped your eyes rolling back as he picked up speed.

“Daddy’s got you honey everything’s just fine” you nodded feeling the coil in your body tighten. You were finally gonna get to feel what it was like to cum around him,to feel what you could only imagine was pure bliss.

He leaned down pecking your lips every few seconds as his thrusts got sloppy. He was close too. “Want…want daddy to cum inside me” Steve lost it his thrusts stilled once more and he spilled into the condom with a groan. “Can’t….fucking hell. You can’t say shit like that” you giggled dreamily. His thumb dropped down to your clit rubbing at it as he fucked you through his overstimulation until you finally released around him.

It was everything you dreamed of. Pure and utter bliss. You could get addicted to this so easily, you were already addicted to him one more thing couldn’t hurt.

“You okay? Want some water?” You shook your head, you felt delirious almost your head clouded and your body sore. Slowly he pulled from you “Shh, I know it hurts baby…gonna go slow” you sighed once he was out but whined at the empty feeling.

He tied off the condom and tossed it into the small trash can you had next to your bed. Your legs were still limply wrapped around his waist as your head was beginning to clear up. “We gotta shower” he said and you nodded. “Stay.” He placed soft kisses on your jaw and cheek “I’m not going anywhere”

The two of you both got cleaned up and he settled you both back into your bed your back to his front. You were quick to fall asleep and he enjoyed laying there watching your body rise and fall as you slept. His hand was curling around strands of your hair when he heard the front door open and close signaling your parents were home. He placed a kiss to your head and nuzzled into your neck breathing in your scent as he dozed off.

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