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justmeinadaze · 17 days

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Children of the Night Part 8 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Daddy Vampire Eddie/ Switch Vampire Steve & Sub Fem Human Reader, SMUT, brief smacking, handcuffing, pegging :), biting, blood (vampires so yeah), dirty talk, etc. FLUFF, they love each other <3,

ANGST, Steve struggles with his need to talk control and Eddie fears that may have disastrous consequences. Their childhoods are touched on very briefly, negative talk about how Steve's dad can't accept his sons sexuality (very brief) and some conversation about what happened in S4, cliffhanger ending... *evil laughs*

Word Count: 6090

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“Fuck, that’s it, baby.”, you groan as you grind your hips against Steve’s tongue while his hands dug into your thighs as you rode his face. Eddie smirked from his place between his boyfriend’s legs that he was currently holding apart as he thrust roughly into him.

It had been a few months since Eddie had turned Steve and the new vampire was doing much better than he was before. He felt more confident in his ability to feed without fear of fully draining and both men had been able to get a better hold over their emotions.

You sold your house and moved in with them, finding that after everything that happened it was better for you three to be closer to each other. You had also taken over Steve’s responsibilities such as making sure there was enough blood in the fridge just in case and keeping track of their health to make sure they were alright.

You genuinely didn’t mind doing it and they made up for it after they woke up; taking you on dates, spoiling you, and then fucking you till your eyes rolled. They got back to being consistent with streaming and you had become a prominent member as they fed from you.

Grabbing Eddie’s jaw, you brought his lips to yours as your body shuttered and the coil snapped. The metalhead having already fed from you knew it was time for Steve to have his meal and as if they could read reach others minds as soon as Eddie pulled out, the other vampire pushed you off him, and wrapped his arm around your waist, placing you underneath him.

As soon as he guided his cock into your cunt, Eddie did the same with his partner’s entrance again making Steve grumble low in his chest with pleasure before his fangs attached to your throat. Your fingers tangled in his hair as your eyes rolled back.

“Oh my…God. Y-Yes, Renfield. Take what you need.”

His hips pump at a fast pace, thrusting himself deep into your core while pushing back hard against the other vampire whose eyes never left your face; making sure Steve didn’t take too much. Licking his fingertips, Eddie reached underneath him to rub fast circles into your clit causing you to cry out at the feeling.

Right as you came, Steve pulled up his head without prompting, his hair blocking his eyes and his lips covered in blood.

“Good boy. Cum for Daddy, baby.”, Eddie whispered encouragingly in the boy’s ear.

An audible grunt left his lips as he warmed your insides and collapsed on top of you.

“F-Fuck. That was so fucking good. Are…are you ok, honey?”, he panted as his palm cupped your cheek. When you nod, he grins as he licks his thumb and heals the bite mark he left. “I think Dracula’s leaving the cameras on this time while we do some after care, ok?”

“Ok, baby.”

The man himself suddenly appeared next to you with some water and juice, popping the latter open and guiding it to your lips after Steve helps you sit up.

“There we go, good girl. You have to drink all this, alright? Do you want a bath tonight or do you want me to try the washcloth?”

“Washcloth, please, Daddy.”

“Ok, princess. What about you, Renfield? How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.”

You beam up at them with heavy eyes as they kiss softly before Eddie disappears again.

Tenderly, your lips kiss Steve’s shoulder and trails down his arms to his hands.

“I love you, Renfield. I love you so much.”, you hiccup as the clingy side takes over and you nuzzle your face into his cool skin.

His palm cups your cheek and brings your lips to his before moving up to your forehead.

“I love you to, Mina…so beautiful, honey.”

“Ay, children.”, Eddie playfully scolds as he swishes his hand back and forth between you two. “So greedy, I swear.”

While cleaning between your legs, the long-haired vampire notices Steve’s kisses becoming a bit more passionate as he licked and sucked on your neck with his lips making your brain start to go even fuzzier.

“Renfield.”

You heard it in his tone. When Steve stepped over the submissive line and disobeyed he wanted to scold him properly so it sunk in but he couldn’t with the cameras on which he knew his partner was aware of. While he had gotten better at controlling his emotions, the urges while or after being intimate were even harder to rein in and Eddie found himself punishing Steve more and more. Neither boy minded but the metalhead was beginning to find repeating himself tiresome.

“Hey, little boy. I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

Standing to his full height, he grabbed his boyfriend’s chin forcing him off you but when Steve’s black eyes glared his way, he growled low in his throat. Wind blew around you as Eddie turned off the camera and angrily tossed the rag in his hand against the wall.

“How many times are we going to do this, Steven? I thought you wanted me to be in control?!”

“I do! I do.”, he insists as he blinks and tries to get to his feet but his partner pushes him back on to the mattress.

“Sit down.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really am.”, he pleads. “I just…there’s something about her… I can’t…” Steve feels himself go into a slight trance again as he presses his nose to your cheek and inhales your scent. At the action, his large hand glides up your skin between your thighs as your eyes roll closed and you groan. “I can’t help it. I want to fuck her till neither of us can move.”

His last sentence comes out deep and seductive in his vampire voice causing Eddie to blink as he thinks to himself.

“Stop. No. Leave her be tonight. She needs to refuel and rest.”

Grunting in frustration, he begrudgingly moves away from you and guides you backward under the covers, smiling when you immediately fall asleep.

The other vampire’s chocolate eyes constantly scanned over you both as you slept. It wasn’t just a dynamic thing or him being annoyed sexually that Steve wasn’t listening. Eddie understands what it was like to allow the vampire to take over when it came to you both but, unfortunately when it came to the man he loved, Steve had come the closest the most times to accidently killing you by fully draining you.

There had to be a way to get him to listen and be more careful.

That afternoon when you woke up, you found a note with your name on the end table on top of some cash.

“Baby girl,

Can you do me a favor and buy these items here for me? I’d do it myself but I don’t want Steve to know what I’m up to and walking into that store is going to rile me up so he’ll feel that and ask questions so I want to do this while he’s asleep.

If you don’t feel comfortable, I understand. Just burn this note and we can come up with another plan later tonight. I love you, sweetheart.

Things we need…”

Your eyebrows raise as you read the list.

What IS he up to?

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“Good morning, my love.”, Eddie greets as soon as Steve opens his eyes. “How are you feeling? Hungry?”

“Um, no. I’m still pretty full from last night. What are you up to?”

“Nothing. I just thought the three of us could play tonight without the camera.”

“Is Y/N ok with that? She’s not sore?”

“I’m alright, baby, thank you.”, you giggle in a sweet voice as you come around the corner.

The vampire’s jaw drops when he sees you draped in a simple white lace nightie with matching panties underneath. Your nipples peaked through the material but your hair attempted to block his view as it fell around your shoulders. You looked so innocent…

He wanted to ruin you.

“Oh, do you like my gift I got her, Stevie?”

“Yes, Daddy. Fuck she looks so good.”

“Have a seat, baby.” Eddie gestures to a chair he had placed by the bed, beaming sweetly when the vampire listens. “Good boy. Look at you. Listening to Daddy so well tonight. You must really want her.”

Steve aggressively nods as you stand behind him and run your palms along his bare shoulders down his arms.

“Hm. But you were misbehaving last night. Weren’t you, little boy?”

The sound of clicking startles the pretty vampire as you handcuff his wrists behind the chair just as Eddie had instructed before he woke up.

“Weren’t you?”

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Yet you keep disobeying. You’ve gotten better about stopping yourself when it comes to not draining to much but you get so worked up so easily. Even when Daddy tells you no, you give me attitude and sometimes do it anyway.”

“I’m—”

“I know. You’re sorry.”

Taking a seat on the bed, you watch as the metalhead quickly maneuvers around the room, pushing the chair against the wall and chaining the boy so he could barely move.

“Eddie, what the fuck!?”

Steve grunts when the vampire smacks his cheek and grips his jaw.

“I trust you when you say you’re sorry but I need it to fully sink in. When I tell you to stop or do something you do it especially when it comes to her.”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

Releasing his hold, Eddie sits beside you and gently rubs your thigh.

“Now because Y/N has been a good girl, I’m going to reward her.”, he coos as he pushes some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m going to let her fuck Daddy.” Your eye lids flutter at his words and his hand effortlessly slides between your thighs to the crotchless panties, his fingers running between your folds.

“You like that idea, princess?”

“Please, Daddy.”

As your lips mingled with his, you both listened as Steve tried to use his strength to break free but failed.

“This isn’t fucking fair! I kept you in control for two years, Edward!” The long-haired boy growls low at his words and you try to calm him by caressing his cheek.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“He needs to learn, baby. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Fuck you both! You’re a part of this to, Y/N?! FUCK! After everything I put up with when it came to you losing control, Eddie. All the fucking deaths I helped you clean up and the times I even saved your fucking life, Y/N!”

The vampire in front of you swished away from you and grabbed his boyfriend’s throat.

“SO THAT MAKES IT OK FOR YOU TO LOSE CONTROL!? FOR YOU TO ALMOST KILL THE WOMAN WE LOVE?! Because I fucked up!?”, Eddie shouted in a deep voice as they glared at each other with black eyes.

“Steve…if you want to stop we can stop. Just say the word.”, you coo gently as you slowly walk towards them. “Eddie, baby, let him go till he tells us.”

When he didn’t move, your hand reached out to grab his wrist as you tenderly kissed his cheek. After a few seconds, he did what you asked. Steve’s dark eyes scanned over you both and the scene in front of him. He wondered if you realized how innocent you genuinely seemed right now; an angel trying to manage two devils.

He wanted you to feel safe with them and even he knew sometimes his neediness was hard to control when the vampire took over. That first night he had almost killed you and it frightened them both. He never wanted to feel that again and he definitely didn’t want that for his partner.

“I’m ok.”, he mumbled.

Eddie stepped towards him with the intention of making him speak up but you cut him off, placing your soft hand on his chin, and gently kissed his lips.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m sure.”

“Ok. Good boy. If you change your mind just let Daddy or me know.”

“Yes ma’am.”

When you turned to face the metalhead again, you were met with kisses as he cupped your face.

“We don’t deserve you.”, he whispers as his thumbs run along your skin.

“No, we don’t.”, Steve agrees.

Eddie carried you to the bed, his soft kisses becoming more passionate as you both grinded against each other.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m…I’m a little nervous.”

Your eyes rolled as he open mouth kissed your neck, his tongue caressing your skin as you both groaned.

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it but—fuck—do you feel how hard you’re making me?”

“Fuck, Daddy. C-Can I…is it ok if I…?”

Glancing towards Steve, he noticed the dent in his pajama bottoms as he felt the energy rise between the two beings loved. Nodding, Eddie rolled out of your way and got up to place himself behind his partner.

“Crawl for us, baby.”

Giggling, you did what he wanted, sinking to your hands and knees to make your way towards them. Steve whimpered at the sight as the other vampire ran his hands along his chest.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you behave through this, I’ll allow her to suck your cock so you can cum down her throat.”

“Yes, baby, please.”

Eddie grinned as you perched your elbows on his thighs between his legs and tenderly kissed his tummy. Your breasts behind the silky material perfectly rubbed against him making him pant against the other boy’s cheek before his stomach was suddenly cut and you began to drink his blood.

Steve tugged on his restraints as his head fell back, moaning loudly you sucked his wound.

“Oh…my…FUCK! That feels so fucking good.”

“I know, baby. I know. I bet you want to fuck her till little one can barely walk, huh? Oh, to bad you can’t seem to listen to Daddy.”

“I’ll listen! I’ll listen…please, Daddy. I promise.”

“I know you will. Come on, beautiful. Time for your reward.”

Your body swayed as Eddie reached for your bicep and guided you to your feet. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, he dug through the bag you brought out and untangled the strap on from the tissue paper the shop at used as an extra layer of hidden production.

When his eyes meet yours, you can’t help but giggle at the innocence behind them as you lean down to peck his lips, taking the toy from his hand, and sliding it up like underwear. Taking his hand in yours, you place his fingers between your legs.

“Feel that? When you click the button on the remote, it will vibrate. The harder I pump the harder it presses against me.”

“Fuck me, sweetheart. You are so perfect.”, he whines his hand grabs the back of your neck forcing your mouth to his. “Come here, baby.”

As he starts to position you over his face, you stop him.

“Wait, Daddy. Since you’re letting me take over a bit… can we try it the other way?”

“Um, Jesus, yeah. You’ll tell me if I’m too heavy?”

“Yes, I promise.”

After laying you flat on your back, Eddie takes off his boxers and straddles his knees on either side of your head, being careful to not hit you by accident or pull any of your hair. Trying to comfort him, you run your hands along his thighs and a small groan leaves his lip.

Pressing the little button on the remote, the vibration comes to life between your legs and you moan his title as he tilts forward to wrap his mouth around the end of silicone. The lower his head went the harder the garment pressed against your clit causing you to moan around his cock as his tip hit the back of your throat driving the vampire crazy.

“Fuck, Y/N! That feels so good.”

Static and need run through your body as you felt Steve get more turned on by what he was witnessing. Thrusting upwards, you groan as you listen to Eddie gag and find a steady rhythm as you search for a release. Making sure to keep your mouth full of him, you kept his cock warm between your cheeks as your eyes rolled and the coil snapped.

Your moans around his length had him grunting loudly as he tried to control himself from coming as well. You both weren’t even close to being done and he wanted to savor the moment.

Carefully, Eddie bounced away from you towards the bedside table to grab the lubrication as you turn to glance towards the other vampire whose eyes were now black with desire as the vampire was starting to take over. You could hear his low growl as he tried to maintain control, his arms and hands tugging against the chains around him.

Quietly, you wiped the drool from your mouth and stroked it along the toy, groaning lightly as it pushed back against you.

“I love you, Steve. Come back to us, baby.”

“Love…you…”, he strained a reply as his eyes squeezed shut. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry.” A tap on your shoulder causes you to turn as Eddie hands you the bottle. “Why does his speech break like that? Yours doesn’t.”

“He’s hungry and still new… The more he learns to control it, the quicker that will go away.”

“He needs to eat?”

“No, hey, focus. He’s ok. I can give him a blood pack after.”

“Not hungry…for…food…”, the other vampire huffs. “Want…you…”

Eddie’s head tilted at his partners comment as he whispered in your direction. “Can you feel that?” You nod as your breathing picks up the same way it does right before you orgasm. “Can you tap into it? Show me what you’re feeling from him?”

Closing your eyes, you do what he asks and try to focus on what was running through Steve at the moment. You could absolutely feel the want for you both but for Eddie it was a combination of anger and intense desire. He wanted to prove that he could be in control and still take care of him. It was like an internal battle within himself where Steve still wanted Daddy but the vampire wanted to BE Daddy.

When your eyes opened again, he smirked your way and you mirrored him as you turned to focus on Eddie, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back against the pillows as you took your place between his legs.

“Lay back, Daddy. I can take care of you.” His chocolate eyes watched you carefully as you poured some of the lube in your palm and mewled when you firmly massaged his entrance with your fingers. “That’s it, honey, fuck you’re tight.”

His cock twitched at your words as he reached down to lazily pump himself as he waited. As you slowly began guiding the silicone into him, his breath caught in his chest as his back arched.

“Fuck, baby.”

Gripping his thighs for leverage, you made subtle thrusting motions with your hips as the vibration between your legs pressed harder against your clit.

“Daddy takes it so well. There you go… sucking me in like a good boy.”

Where Eddie could normally feel you both, something primal was blocking the notion. He loved the way you were talking to him but he needed to make sure you still understand he was in charge. Is this what Steve was struggling with? Did he not need Daddy anymore?

As you picked up your pace, the boy beneath you exposed his neck a bit more and you literally felt your mouth salivate. You wanted nothing more than to kiss it and run your tongue along that vein on the side.

It looked so…delicious…

“FUCK!”

You’re not sure when you did it but suddenly your human teeth were biting so hard into Eddie’s throat that blood was now draining past your lips. The notion was so strong and he tasted so good, even more so when his fingers tangled in your hair and held you closer to him as he grunted in pleasure.

You didn’t see it but his eyes darkened and you abruptly stopped moving as he yanked you back roughly.

“Who told you to stop fucking me?”, he growled in a deep voice that had you exhaling heavily. His palm grabbed your neck and a grumble of warning caused you to start thrusting into him against. “Never…NEVER forget, little girl, I’m Daddy. You think you’re in charge right now but that’s an illusion. I’M always in control. Do I make myself clear?”

Your eyes blinked and softened as you nodded.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I-I-I don’t know…”

“It’s ok, baby. You got this. Fuck me harder, sweetheart. Please.”

Your gaze never left his as you did what he asked, pumping into him so hard the bed began to shake until you screamed and fell against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you as he moaned into your ear and you felt his seed hit your belly between you.

“Eddie, I’m…I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“Shhhh…it’s ok. I’m ok. See? All healed.”, he coos as he shows you his neck that you tenderly kiss. “Do you think you can wait a few more minutes before I give you a bath?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Carefully, you pull out of him and lay there patiently as he helps you remove the device, tossing it on the floor. Rising to his feet, he grabbed the computer chair and wheeled it directly in front of his partner as he took a seat.

“Do you want to start being in control?”

“No…I don’t…”

Eddie doesn’t say a word as he watches you stand and walk towards Steve, kneeling as you move around to free him. With his hands still bound behind his back, however, you help him out of his seat and walk him towards the metalhead.

Without prompting, he straddles his lap facing him as his head hangs. Both vampires exhale as Eddie takes hold of his chin, tilting his eyes to meet his own.

“Talk to me.”

“It’s hard…”

“I mean…yeah, but after what you just saw I’m not surprised.”

You smile as Steve breathily laughs, shaking his head.

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

“You love it.”

“I do.”, he sighs before leaning his forehead against his own. “The feelings are so strong, Ed. The vampire wants to take over so bad. He wants to hold you down and have you kneeling at MY feet. He wants to shove his cock down your throat and hear you choke.” Eddie’s eyes lids fluttered as he tried to keep his facial features from showing anything.

Placing his palm on Steve’s lower back, he guided him to grind his hips against his thigh.

“He wants to fuck you both till the fucking mattress breaks… He’s—mmm—hungry for you and blood. I just want to hold you both and have you do those things to me like we always do but it’s primal, honey.”

Helping him to move faster, Eddie leans up to kiss his lips and Steve groans against them as he nears his release.

“Steve Harrington, I love YOU. If you want to try switching it up I’m fine with that. What I can’t allow is for you to hurt her. Y/N is a strong woman but she’s still fragile. She doesn’t heal like we do. That part of the vampire you and I BOTH need to do better with.”

The man’s body trembles as he cums, his pants dampening against Eddie’s skin.

“It’s only with her, baby.”, he whispers as he pants against his mouth. “…and you. Do…Do you still crave me?”

“Fuck, Steve.”, he chuckles. “That fucking word choice turns me on. Yeah I do, sweetheart, but… I didn’t figure it would give me any kind of sustenance like her blood.”

“Try it.”, you encourage. “Maybe just offer him your wrist.”

Doing as he suggest, he offers him his arm and the other vampire hesitates before biting into his flesh. Eddie flinches for a moment but the pain is soon replaced with pure ecstasy as his eyes roll back. The sound of metal clanking to the ground fills the room as Steve broke the cuffs apart, grabbing his boyfriend and falling hard to the floor.

You had no idea what was happening but you didn’t want to ruin it if it was something that could help them. Sinking to your knees, you crawled slowly to them, watching as the pretty boy man handled the other vampire onto his hands and knees, pulled down his pants enough to free his cock, and slid it into the man beneath him.

At a brutal pace, Steve trust into him as they both grunted and growled. Eddie’s hair blocked his face as his head hung but as you laid on your back beside them and tried to move it, his hand reached out to catch it, stopping you and pinning it to the floor.

Gripping his long mane, Steve yanked his back to his stomach and it was then you noticed their eyes were black; the vampires were in charge. Eddie bit into the arm across his chest making the other boy mewl as the echo of skin slapping filled the room.

They came at the same time, Steve slamming his release hard inside of him until he fully emptied with Eddie spilling on the floor. Their lips mingled together as their tongues licked any remnants of blood that lingered around their chin.

“H-How did it feel?”, you squeaked.

Both sets of dark eyes met yours before gliding down the white lace that clung to your sticky, sweaty body. Eddie’s blood stuck to the fabric drawing their attention to your breasts as your nipples poked through the garment. An intense feeling washed over you and your breathing picked up as they let each other go, crawling your way like a lion on the hunt.

“Hungry.”

They dived at you at the same time as both men took control.

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Thirteen-year-old Eddie wanders around Hawkins desperately searching for something, ANYTHING, to clear his mind. His dad had called Wayne from jail asking for money again.

“No, Allen! And even if I did have any extra funds I wouldn’t give them to you because that would go towards your son. You remember him, don’t ya?”

No, he doesn’t. His dad forgot about him long after he went in and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him.

Walking past a music store, he finds something that grabs his attention; a guitar hanging in a music store window.

“Hey, sweetheart. You are perfect, aren’t you?”, he thinks to himself as he presses his forehead against the glass.

“Edward Munson! Get your dirty face away from my display.”, the owner scolds as she shoos him with her hands. “Don’t come back unless you’re going to buy something!”

“One day, Mrs. Barber, I AM going to rescue that beautiful thing from your evil clutches and after I do, she and I are going to travel the world with my band and become famous! You’ll regret being so fucking rude to me!”

“Mhmm… I don’t think they allow you to have guitars in jail.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at her insult as he glances around him, locking eyes for a brief moment with the king himself, Steve fucking Harrington. He tries to gather his faculties for a comeback so he seems tough but he can’t think of anything as embarrassment floods his face.

Sighing in defeat, he runs in the opposite direction.

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Steve hated outings with his dad because everything became a lesson.

“Civilized people don’t do this or that.”

“As Harrington’s our image matters.”

With every sentence, he was reminded that there was a thin line he was balancing on when it came to his father and one wrong move could have him hating him forever.

“Edward Munson!...”

Both Harrington boys glanced towards the music store owner yelling at the youngest Munson outside of her shop.

“Jesus, who does that kid think he is? His family can barely afford a can of beets let alone an instrument.”

“Maybe he just wants to look at something. Give him motivation to buy whatever he’s staring at. You always say motivation is important.”

“Not for him, son. Munson’s are freaks who are always meant to be at the bottom.”

Eddie’s eyes met Steve’s and for some reason the youngest Harrington boy felt guilty. He wanted to tell his dad to fuck off, run over to this other boy he desperately wanted to hug, and defend him from Mrs. Barber. He wanted to buy the entire store so he could smash everything inside it for her rude comment and give the instrument Eddie wanted to him for free just to see him smile.

But he couldn’t…

His dad would punish him or worse if he said one thing that wasn’t “right”.

When their eyes locked from across the street, Steve felt like a failure but he didn’t understand why as the other boy turned heel and ran.

Both vampire’s eyes opened as the memories faded away. To be able to see from each other’s point of view was a bit odd but now they understood why you felt so strongly about leaving them after Steve turned. If you had felt everything he had felt when he thought Eddie was gone or what the metalhead felt when he first woke up in the upside down, no wonder you ran.

Realizing their movements were slower they glanced down to see their skin stained with blood as fear washed over them looking down at your tiny frame.

“Y/N? Shit! Y/N, baby, wake up!”, Eddie screamed as he grabbed your arm and rolled you on to your back.

“Ow! Fuck me, I’m awake. Why are you holding me so tightly? You’re hurting me.”, you whined as you rubbed your hands over your tired eyes.

“I thought…we thought…what happened?”

Blinking, your gaze shifted between them.

“You don’t remember?”

“The last thing I remember was biting Eddie—”

“Oh no.”, you giggle as their brows furrow together. “Then you missed a lot of the good stuff. You two went at it like you hadn’t seen each other in years. Steve, you took over and turned into someone completely different. Not in a bad way, though.”

Eddie’s eyes scan the void as he tries to remember what he can.

“I do remember bits and pieces but after I bit you, Steve, it’s just…a bit of blur.”

“We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No.”, you smile as you shake your head. “You feed from a little bit but that wasn’t what you seemed to be hungry for. I wish I could show you… the vampires within you were rough but not…violent. Not to me, anyway. When we were done playing and you were done feeding, Eddie gave me a bath and Steve cleaned the floor. I’m not quite sure why you didn’t clean yourselves but…”

“Did we talk to you?”

“Mhmm. Not in like full sentence but it was more like one or two words at a time.” You scrunch your face and playfully deepen your tone. “Hungry. Pretty girl…taste good. Tight.”

The three of you laugh as Steve falls back against the pillow.

“Maybe…maybe the reason you struggle to control the vampire is because…they don’t NEED to be controlled. They just want to be able to be free every now and then. I bet if you stop ‘repressing’ them you’d remember more and actually get what you want…more control.”

Nodding, both men cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek.

“Ew, you both are really sticky!”

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You grinned at both vampires as they laid in bed on their sides facing each other while they quietly whispered admirations and declarations of love. Steve ran his fingers through Eddie’s tussled hair while the other continued to caress his palm down the boy’s back.

You imagined this was another small glimpse into their past before everything terrible happened to them. Two young men lying in bed together dreaming of the perfect future where they could happy.

Allowing them some space to be, you focused on their website in front of you, scanning through dialogue on their message boards and open chat forum before something abruptly changed.

“Eddie? Steve?”

“Hm?”

Words were appearing along the screen too fast for you to keep up but what you could see had you frozen in fear. Feeling the sudden shift, both vampires whooshed to your side watching as your hand shook as you pointed to the screen.

Renisa10: “No! No there’s no way! I thought they said Steve Harrington died.”

MenaMyQueen: “No, you idiot. They never found his body.”

Here12whatever: “I guess Eddie Munson kidnapped him and now he has Stockholm Syndrome.”

DraculaStoker1984: “So he kidnapped Steve AND Y/N, got them to fall for him, and then convinced them to do all this? Fuck no.”

Justice4ChrissyCunningham: “Eddie Munson is a fucking murderer and should be in hell for what he did! If Steve Harrington isn’t a victim than he’s an accomplice!”

Steve quickly ran into the living room and turned on the tv, flipping channels till he found what he was looking for.

“Yes, we were finally able to get a positive ID on the men known online as ‘Renfield’ and ‘Dracula’. With some diligent work from our IT team as well as some research from credible sources we have learned that the alias Renfield is missing and had been presumed dead Steven Harrington who disappeared from Hawkins, Indiana a little over 2 years ago and alias Dracula is fugitive Edward Munson who is still currently wanted for the murders of 3 students in the same town as Mr. Harrington.”

“Chief! Chief! What about the other young lady who’s been seen in their streams?”

“Ah yes. Alias Mena is Y/N Y/L/N. There is no criminal record for her besides a few juvenal crimes. We speculate she may actually be a victim and not an accomplice but AGAIN that’s just speculation.”

“Why don’t you assume the same for Steve Harrington?”

“That’s up for his lawyers to prove when we catch him. We have several accounts saying him and Mr. Munson were romantically involved but his father Bill Harrington denies this.”

Steve growls low in his throat as he glares at the tv.

“Wow, in two years, nothing has changed, huh, Harrington? People are still really good at painting me as the villain.”, Eddie replied sassily as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I haven’t seen my dad since I moved in with you and Wayne and yet he still refuses to accept I love you.”

“I’m not a victim…”, you whisper. “I hate that they called me that. I’ve been a victim my entire life… but not with you two.”

The metalhead’s eyes softened as he reached out to grab your hand and kiss the back before throwing you a gentle reassuring smile you knew was fake.

“Don’t. Don’t tell me and Steve to leave you. Please.”

“Y/N—”

“No. I saw what it did to you both and you said it felt like a piece of your soul was missing. I won’t do that to you again…either of you. I actually think I can help you but I want something in return.”

Steve took a seat on the chair across from you as Eddie leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees.

“Help how?”

“I can boot them out and reroute the feed but I genuinely believe I can do it where they can’t find us again. We can still run if you want to but you still need income. You still need your site and I can make sure you can utilize it where they can’t track it or the account the money goes in to.”

“Hm, so much for ‘only juvenile’ crimes.”, the pretty boy teases. “Why haven’t you offered to do this before?”

“I didn’t want to steal Dustin and Mike’s thunder.”, you smile. “Plus, the did a good job. It just seems like the police have updated their methods.”

“I see. Ok, baby girl. I’ll play along. What do you want in return?”

Heavily exhaling the nerves, you turn to face him with confidence.

“Change me into a vampire.”

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I'm on Fire//biker!Eddie x fem!artist!Reader//Part 11

18+Only, pls no minors, jealous!Eddie, biker!Steve, possessiveness, mention of violence, alcohol consumption, mention of sex, rich people being rich, celebrity sighting, reader wears a dress and heels (for the sake of this story, please pretend that designers made dresses for all sizes in the 90's), dirty deeds, mention of an abusive relationship, being in love. Word count: 8.4k

Summary: As Eddie falls for you more and more, his jealousy comes to the surface. You have a scare as something reminds you of a bad relationship from your past, and you go out to dinner with a potential client, forcing Eddie to profess his feelings as he struggles with the fear of losing you. Steve is offered a new job opportunity that sounds almost too good to be true.

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A/N: It's been a long time coming 🙃 I am worried that writing the next chapter might get me pregnant. Your comments/messages about this story mean everything to me, and this story wouldn't even exist without the love you've shown it. Thank you, I love you.

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I'm on Fire Part 11: No Ordinary Love

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Eddie showed up at the Velvet Hammer while you were working that night to make the non-verbal announcement that you were his girl to anyone who might not know it yet, and you took your break so he could fill you in on some of the drama with Steve. He sucked down two cigarettes in the span of 15 minutes, and you could tell that the stress was getting to him.

“Poor Robin,” your eyes glazed over a bit as you stared at the ground, your heart hurting. “She must be a wreck.”

Eddie nodded as he blew smoke to the side. “This isn’t even about Oliver, that greedy bitch just wants more money.”

You searched his face, trying to understand. “You mean, she doesn’t want Oliver in her life?”

Eddie shot the corners of his mouth down in a frown as he flicked ash to the pavement. “Hell no. Steve basically has to pay her off every now and then just so she will leave them alone,” and then Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the empty space in front of him. “No one is taking Oliver away, I can promise you that.”

Eddie stepped back to look you up and down, licking his lips, bucking his chin. “Has anyone tried to hit on you tonight?”

“Eddie…” you sighed and rolled your eyes a little.

“I’m serious,” he finished his cig and threw it to the ground. “I don’t want any of these fuckers thinking they can touch you.”

“Baby,” you wrapped your arms around him and put your head to his chest. “It’s just a job, and no one gets to touch me but you.”

“That’s fucking right,” he murmured, bending his head to kiss you. You still didn’t know that Charlene was the reason you lost the job you loved as a gallery director, and keeping that from you continued to gnaw at him.

He grabbed your chin to force your gaze up to meet his. “I’m dead serious, babe. It’s a respect thing. If anyone crosses a line with you in here, I’ll find out about it, and I’ll break their fucking hand.”

He wasn’t trying to scare you, personally, but his tone was intense, and a drastic change to how he normally spoke to you.

“I know, baby,” you answered in a whisper, suddenly feeling a damp heat between your thighs at his possessiveness over you.

The outfit you were wearing must’ve been turning him on too, because he groaned against your mouth, pulling your hips against his, not caring that the friction shot a ripple of pain into his stab wound.

“You’re gonna make me go back into work all turned on, babe,” you breathed between kisses. You slipped your hands around his ribs under the warmth of his leather.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, fingers digging into your thighs. “I’m about to take you right here. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You pulled back to search his face, your brows knitting together. “Yeah, why have we been waiting?”

Eddie picked up the back of your skirt so that his middle finger could rub your slit over your underwear while he palmed your ass and it made you whimper. “I wanted it to be...special, I guess,” he admitted, brushing your lips with his, his finger teasing the soft skin at your underwear line.

“You just got stabbed, baby. I don’t want you to---”

“Shhhhhhh,” he said, rubbing his nose against yours. “It’s not my first stab wound baby, and it won’t be my last.”

“Wait,” you put your hand on his chest. “Is that supposed to comfort me?”

Just then the door to the bar flew open with a bang, like someone had kicked it, Sex on Wheelz by My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult blasting into the alleyway, and Eddie did quick work of moving in front of you, blocking your raised skirt from view while you adjusted yourself, and he was glaring at whoever it was.

Jackie stepped out with a Pall Mall between her lips, and paused to shoot the two of you a curious look, wiggling her brows. “What’s been going on out here, kids? None of that hanky panky, I hope.”

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A day later, there was a very familiar hunter green SUV parked outside of your place when you rolled around the corner to park in the driveway after some grocery shopping. It as a fairly popular model, and so you didn’t think much of it until you saw that the plates were from Michigan---the state you’d lived in until a year ago when you finally accepted Katie’s invitation to move in with her.

A freezing cold flush of blood burst through your veins as you sat in your car, afraid to get out.

The fear that your ex-fiance Craig would find you and come knocking on your door one day never left you, but your defenses had been lowering as you got comfortable in Hawkins; maybe you’d gotten too comfortable. Maybe you hadn’t covered your tracks enough and someone from your past had told him where you were.

Everything you’d been through in the past few weeks, and now this? You were actually too petrified to move, thinking maybe it was better to start your car up and drive away. But, if he knew where you lived, you would never be free of him. You’d have to get another restraining order, which never did any good anyway. You might even have to move again.

Tears threatened behind your eyes, as adrenaline pumped through you, but then you glanced up and saw Katie come around the corner of the house with an older woman in a floral pantsuit and a bob of gray hair.

Katie paused, and bent down to give you a questioning look, wondering why you were still sitting in your car, lurking. You watched the gray haired woman walk over to the SUV and unlock it with her key, as a gust of stale air escaped your chest with a hiss.

The hunter green SUV belonged to another teacher from the school, Ms. Olsen, and later on, once you were in the house, you told Katie about your moment of panic.

“God,” she was perched on the arm of the sofa. “You really think that piece of shit would go through that much trouble to find you? And then drive all the way out here?”

“In a heartbeat,” you said, pressing your dry lips together. “But, as far as Craig knows, I moved to Oregon to live near my mom, so Hawkins would be completely off his radar. I hope so, anyway.”

Katie stood up. “Well, thankfully it was just a scare. Holy shit, by the look on your face I thought you caught Eddie with another girl again or something.”

You huffed a heavy breath as you dropped your bag onto the side table. “Yeah, I still have the photos. Maybe we should have them framed or something. To remember the good ol’ times.”

“I’m taking Robin out for happy hour to try and get her mind off of things,” Katie called to you as she opened the refrigerator and bent in to grab a soda. She was on her lunch break and on her way back to the school. “Do you want to come with? Just us girls? Steve has Ollie at the tattoo shop with him.”

You declined the offer only because you still needed to call John Gregson, and you wanted to catch him during office hours.

It took a while to get beeped through to his personal secretary, but when she finally took your call, she told you that Mr. Gregson was out of the office, but that she would get a message to him for you. Her snobby tone gave you the feeling that she was going to throw your message in the trash the second you hung up, but not five minutes later---he called you back.

“Hey there,” he beamed. You could hear him smiling through the phone. “I’m sorry my secretary made you wait. I told her to patch you through to my personal line next time.”

“I’m surprised you even remembered my name,” you were standing at the counter in front of a pad of paper with a pen in your hand just in case you needed to write anything down.

You’d be lying if you said the first few minutes of the conversation were completely innocent and did not dabble in flirtation. Your loyalty to Eddie was deep, but kindling a bit of a friendship with John was a necessary evil for the time being. A couple thousand dollars for a painting and a chance to let Charlene know you had tricks too? Priceless.

While he was letting you know what size canvas he wanted and some prominent color choices, you drifted off a bit, wondering if John knew about Charlene’s affair. Affairs, plural? You did not get the sense that he was at all lacking in cognitive function, and since he was such a successful business man, you assumed he could read people pretty well.

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

He had to repeat it because your mind had gone rogue.

“Dinner? Tonight?” He continued. “With me.”

You had zero romantic feelings for John—your heart was very much engaged elsewhere---so you could shrug it off as a platonic business deal. But, you also couldn’t help but wonder how your newly christened boyfriend Eddie would feel about it. Appearances aside, he had to understand that, much like the guys you were nice to at the Velvet Hammer---it was just a job. Plus, John was very openly married, and attempting a blatant affair with you wouldn’t be a bright move.

Still, it felt like he was asking you on date.

“I could come to your office tomorrow? I’m free all day.” You offered.

“I won’t be in the office tomorrow, I’m flying to Boston for the rest of the week, but I could pick you up later today around 7:00?” He sounded humble, but at the same time very sure of himself. “You see, there is this new restaurant on the lake with a collection of artwork I’d think you’d enjoy. We could talk about the commission there in a more relaxed setting.”

You swallowed. He was very persuasive, you’d give him that. You knew the exact restaurant he was talking about; Sakura Black was owned by a movie star who had a vacation home in town. It was strictly reservation only and you’d always wanted to see what it was like on the inside. There was a private airport nearby and helicopter pad on the roof for the wealthy elite to pop over from the city for dinner to enjoy “small town life”.

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds, doodling frantic circles all over the pad of paper with your pen, and then you accepted.

“Well, you just made my day,” John told you.

After you hung up the phone, your hand stayed on the receiver, and you said, “fuck,” under your breath.

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“What do you mean he asked you out to dinner? You mean, like a date?” Eddie asked gruffly.

Eddie was in his coveralls with an over sized wrench in his hand with grease smeared across his cheek and thighs. You showed up at the garage about an hour after you’d talked to John, feeling like this was a conversation that needed to happen in person.

He frowned as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the desk in the office. His new part time helper Dana had just left and Wayne was away having one of his chemo treatments. He was leaning away from you, teeth grinding, jaw muscles flexing, as he absorbed the news. He had been damn near giddy when he saw you park and walk over; eagerly pulling your mouth to his as a smile stretched his lips. “Damn, I’ve missed my girl,” he’d murmured as he nuzzled your nose, and then the three other mechanics behind him started whistling and shouting, “get a room!” To which Eddie grabbed your hand and flipped them off.

“It’s not a romantic date, baby. He just wants to talk about this commission I’m going to do for him,” you soothed, giving him space as you rested your shoulder against the green metal door.

“Sure he does,” Eddie chided. But then he sucked his teeth and tried to cool the hot emotions that were bubbling up. “What did you say his name was?”

This was the even trickier part.

You sighed and rubbed your fingers across your forehead before you met his gaze again. “His name is John. John Gregson.”

Eddie snorted and turned on his heel, rubbing his hands down his face. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, babe. Please tell me you’re joking?” After keeping his back to you for a bit, shoulders tight, he finally turned around to face you and tapped the desk with his knuckle as he spoke. “You know who he is, right? Who he’s married to?”

You nodded as you gazed at the scuffed toes of his boots and the frayed ends of his coveralls where they sat at his laces.

Eddie gave a few slow blinks, spreading his fingers on the desk to brace himself as he leaned. “I don’t feel good about this, babe. I don’t want you alone with this guy.”

You did your best to explain the situation to him, going all the way back to when John purchased some art from an outdoor festival you participated in a few years ago, to how he recognized you at the Velvet Hammer, and then Steve giving you his card to hopefully bring some money your way.

Eddie waited, but his expression of doubt stayed the same. “Listen,” he ran the tip of his tongue over his top lip and came a bit closer to you, crossing his arms again. “I appreciate that you told me. But you don’t know these people, baby. They are rich and they are mean. They don’t care who they hurt, as long as they get what they want at the end of the day. John might seem like a decent dude, but I’d bet money that he’s no different.”

As Eddie said it, he knew there was a lot of his ego involved in trying to talk you out of it. It was his fault you lost the job as a gallery director—a job that you loved---and he wondered if he was being selfish in trying to keep you from whatever amount of money you could get from what’s his name. The last thing he wanted to do was push you away, and if anything could, it would be his jealousy. He was sure it had pushed people away in the past.

Eddie bowed his head, and you moved into his orbit, tugging his crossed arms down so he would lower them and let you in. “I’m fucking filthy, baby,” he said as you put your head to his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He placed his cheek on the top of your head. You nuzzled him, inhaling the scent of car exhaust and motor oil and the earthy soft undertones of his warm skin.

“Oh, god, don’t I know it,” you teased, pinching a handful of his ass.

He barked a low laugh despite himself and tightened his arms around you. “You make me this way.”

You swayed there together for a bit before he huffed out a heavy breath. “So, what time is your date?” He bit out the word ‘date’ so hard, his jaw clicked.

You pushed off of him, exasperated, and slightly offended. “Baby, it’s not a date. He doesn’t mean anything to me, it’s just like a…business thing. You know how much I love---”

But then the rest of it kind of choked in your throat, and you doubted yourself, and you clamped your mouth shut to keep any more from escaping. You didn’t doubt your feelings for him, but you doubted that blurting it out in that moment was the right thing to do.

Both of you were simultaneously paranoid that you’d scare the other one off by being too blunt about your feelings. Why? Because any time you had confessed your feelings to someone in the past, they either ruined your life or left you; there was no happy medium.

“Yeah? You love what?” Eddie waited, searching your face, interlacing his fingers with yours, anticipation burning in his chest.

You started to fidget under his intense gaze, shifting your attention around the room. “I-I love your stupid face.”

He squeezed your hand, and leaned in to press his lips flush against your ear, his warm breath making you shiver. “Ditto, babe.”

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Eddie was not smiling when you left the garage. You told him all of the details, including what time you were being picked up, the name of the restaurant (he rolled his eyes), and you told him you’d call the second you got home.

“Or, call me from the restaurant if he gets handsy or some stupid shit,” he added with a frown. “It would be my pleasure to go to jail for bouncing that clown into next week.”

You did all you could to comfort him, but at the end of the day, he was a grown man who needed to understand that you were excited for not only the money, but for the opportunity to be doing what you loved again. You felt like you’d lost your spark lately and you were anxious to get it back.

It was around 4 o’clock when you pulled up to the curb at the chocolate brown duplex with white trim that you shared with Katie. From behind the wheel, you spotted what looked like a big, flat white box with a string tied in a bow at the top. As you got closer, with your keys and bag in your hand, you realized there was a fancy note card on it addressed to you.

You put it on the island in the kitchen and started at it while your tongue slid across your teeth in contemplation. The store on the tag was from a French boutique in Chicago that you had never heard of in your life.

The inside of the card said: “I forgot to ask if you had something casual but elegant for tonight. See you at 7:00 -- J.”

Once you opened the lid of the box and pulled the tissue paper back, you let out a small gasp at the Dolce & Gabbana label staring you in the face. It was simple black dress with red lining, knee length but with a high slit up the leg, strapless, and there was a black choker and heels to match.

You hated to admit it, but perhaps Eddie’s read on John had been a tad on-the-nose.

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“Whoa there Julia Roberts,” Katie joked as you walked out to the living room at 6:45, trying to steady yourself on your new heels. “Is Richard Gere picking you up or what?”

Robin was there too and she spun around on the couch to whistle at you. “Good god, woman, Eddie should see you now. He’d blow a gasket.”

Under your breath you responded, “maybe, but not for the reason you’d think.”

Katie rested her hip on the back of the couch and combed her fingers through Robin’s hair as she raised her eyebrow at you. “Where are you going looking like a stick of dynamite? You look too nice for the Hammer.”

You opened your clutch to make sure you had the necessities. “I’m going to dinner with a potential client who wants to commission a painting,” you were withholding the bigger truth because you wanted to avoid getting into a discussion about it. “It’s not a big deal, I should be home in a few hours.”

Robin and Katie exchanged a look.

They did make sure to peak through the blinds when your ride arrived, though, and saw that it wasn’t just any old ride: it was a sleek, black Rolls-Royce, complete with chauffeur, and the man who got out to open the door for you was unarguably handsome and dapper. Salt n’ Pepper hair that was thick and a little wavy on top, tan skin, and what appeared to be an expensive, tailored suit. Once you had slipped into your seat behind the dark tinted windows, the man actually glanced up and caught the two girls watching, to which he gave a charming smile and a wave.

“THAT’S the client she’s going to dinner with?” Katie balked, realizing there was a lot you weren’t telling her. “He looks like Robert fucking Redford.”

“Oh, shit,” Robin whispered, her chin on Katie’s shoulder. “I think I know who that is. I can’t remember his name, but his face is always in the paper. Pretty sure he owns most of this town.”

You braced your hands on the smooth leather seat on either side of your hips as John found his place next to you and offered you a glass of champagne. “Or sparkling water, or gin, if you prefer?”

“Champagne sounds great,” you said with a quiver on your lips. You were too intimidated to admit you’d never been in a Rolls-Royce before, or any car worth its value.

He popped the cork and poured you a glass flute, his eyes covertly flashing to your legs as he worked. “I’m happy to see the dress fit. It looks like it was made for you.”

You cleared your throat as he passed your beverage over. “I’m nervous to spill on it. I think it costs more than my car.”

John smiled against the rim of his glass as he spoke. “If anything happens to it, we’ll just buy you another one,” he assured you with a wink.

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Around the same time you found the dress on your porch earlier that day, Steve picked up the phone at the shop after three rings, just before the machine was about to get it. He was in the middle of working on matching ankle tattoos for two sisters, and Oliver was at his special kid-sized plastic desk in the corner scrawling with crayons in a coloring book. Molly, the tattoo artist he rented a chair from was deeply absorbed in getting the lines in for a huge back piece on a client and she begged him to get it while Feel the Pain by Dinosaur Jr played in the background over the buzzing of a tattoo gun.

“Cutthroat Tattoo, this’s Steve,” his voice was a bit gruff, but he didn’t mean for it to be. It had been nonstop all day and the phone was ringing off the hook.

“You’re a hard man to track down,” the confident woman on the other end cooed. “Do you have a second? Is this a bad time?”

“Yeah, it is a bad time. Who’s this?” Steve frowned, running his thumb along the edge of the counter.

“I’m the one who bailed you out of jail,” she answered, with a hint of laughter in her voice.

Steve frowned even harder, walking further away from the customers so that he as at the corner of the desk against the wall. His mind was racing because he didn’t recognize the voice. Was it someone he fucked recently and forgot about? In that case, it was the least he could do to remember her name, but nothing was coming to him.

“Sweetheart, I’d love to thank you properly, but I still have no idea who you are,” he braced his hand high on the wall, his back muscles and tattoos visible under his thin wife beater. “Can I have a clue?”

She continued to ignore his question. “If you’re interested I might have a job for you. It pays well, and it will only be a couple hours out of your day.”

He dropped his hand from the wall and slipped it into his arm pit. “How much is ‘well’?”

She told him it would be a couple grand for a few hours, and he almost said yes before he even asked what the job even was.

“What’s the catch, baby?” He was still under the assumption that this was someone he had carnal knowledge of, and not a complete stranger. “Cause my days of being a high paid assassin are behind me.”

“Oh no, nothing like that,” she purred. “It’s just that I’m going to an event in a couple days and I need to hire a body guard to be my escort.”

Steve scoffed at the simplicity of what she was asking. “That’s all? Sweetheart, I’m your man.”

“I knew you were the right man for the job,” she praised.

“Hey,” he turned to give the woman in his chair a silent wink and thumbs up to let her know he’d be right there. “You still haven’t told me your name. I’m good with faces, darlin’, but voices? Not so much.”

“You can call me Char,” she told him, giving him her phone number. He took the cap off a pen with his teeth and ripped out a page from the phone book to write it down. “Give me a call when you’re done and we can work out the details.”

Char...Char...Steve’s mind raced with who that might be. But, damn all he could think of was how nice it would be to get his hands on that money. They’d been living paycheck to paycheck for a while now, and it would be nice to put a little extra in the bank so he could breathe for a fucking second. Body guard gigs were a piece of cake, and hell, if she wanted to pay him to have sex with her he might even agree to that as well, depending on what she was offering. Now, with Tina sniffing around again, he was on edge every second, and not sure if she really wanted to be in Oliver’s life, in which case he’d need to pay out the ass to hire a lawyer, or if she just wanted to squeeze his balls for more dough.

He couldn’t wait to brag to Eddie how mysterious women were stumbling over themselves to pay his bail and his bills.

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John made small talk with you as the driver, who was behind a black tinted partition, maneuvered the car up through the woods toward the lake. You passed a few MC members cruising along with the wind in their faces, and your heart stuck in your throat, hoping one of them were Eddie. Even Steve or Thumper would’ve been a welcome sight in that moment.

John was a gentleman, from what you could tell, and he was doing everything he could to make you comfortable, but you still felt terribly out of place; both in body and soul. To make matters worse, you were already missing Eddie. You realized that you could’ve gone to be with him that night instead, and the weight of your choice made your heart heavy. The song No Ordinary Love by Sade dripped softly from the speaker near your leg and it drowned out John’s voice for a few seconds as you thought about the beautiful, loving man you’d left waiting for you at home.

A magic, purple dusk exploded over the lake, between the trees as John came around to open your door and extend his hand for you to take.

“I don’t think I said it yet,” the side of his mouth lifted in a grin. He smelled like spices and expensive, Italian leather. “But you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

You rolled your shoulders and did the best to put all of your weight on the balls of your feet as you adjusted to the heels. He extended the crook of his arm to you and you took it, feeling like you were on some strange prom date.

Ahead of you was a walkway that led through a Japanese-style garden with a large Koi pond, on the way to a long, wide ranch-style building with gold lanterns dangling from the roof.

Sakura Black was known for it’s Japanese and Asian fusion cuisine. You’d only read about it in magazines, of course, and so it was a treat to see it all up close.

There was tight security from the time your chauffeur let you out at the curb to where you entered the building. A handful of muscular guys whose shoulders looked too big for their suit jackets, and whose necks were wider than their heads, talked to each other through ear pieces with dramatically serious faces, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were with the FBI or Secret Service. John didn’t even have to acknowledge them; they instantly ushered him through because they clearly recognized him.

You knew it was no secret that John was married, and you wondered what people thought your relationship was with him. Did they think you were one of his mistresses? Or was it a regular occurrence for him to bring young women there for dinner to talk over business deals? You honestly had no idea if you looked like a lucky girl or a fool to them.

Inside, the décor was warm tones and sharp edges; industrial design, with a pristine air of perfection and minimalism. You were a bit shocked when you realized that it made you miss the chaotic, clammy, nicotine saturated air of the Velvet Hammer.

The host with the wire rimmed glasses saw you and John coming, and got a bit flustered, before he stole himself for a proper greeting. “Your table is waiting, Mr. Gregson,” he extended his arm, encouraging you both to follow him down three steps to the main dining floor. There were solid windows along the back wall for a view of the lake at dusk, and the place was dimly lit, almost too dim for you to see if there were any celebrities in the crowd as you tried to scan around without moving your head. Soft murmuring voices heard over metal clinking on ceramic as waiters brought flaming dishes out on rolling carts.

John’s table was down close to one of the windows; there were two tealights burning in glass bubbles, and a bottle of red wine at the ready. You slipped free of John’s arm so that the host could pull your chair out for you, and you just so happened to move back two steps too many and you bumped into someone.

You both turned around at the same time to gush your apologies, and that was when you realized that the person you’d just smacked into was, in fact, the actor Richard Gere himself.

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Eddie was restless. He took a shower, and then nearly wore a hole in the floor from pacing.

He should’ve told you he didn’t want you to go. He should’ve told you...how he felt about you. God, was it too late? What if you realized that having an affair with with a rich dude was just what you needed? It would take away all of your stress, and you could stop working your ass off at the Velvet Hammer. It would help your art career, and you’d never have to worry about money. Surely, John Gregson was intelligent, well-spoken, successful—the type of man you deserved to be with. Since you met Eddie, your life had fallen into chaos and damn near poverty. In fact, the more he thought about it, what the hell did you even seen in him anyway?

He fully intended to wait by the phone until you called, but the minutes felt like hours, and he decided to take a ride over to Steve’s house for some company. Steve was still at the shop, but Robin had just arrived home after picking up Oliver, and it was a much needed distraction from his intrusive thoughts.

He read Oliver a bedtime story (it was coincidentally also one of his favorites: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs) while Robin put away the dishes, and then the two adults had a beer out on the patio under dim yellow light where insects tapped and buzzed.

One sip and Robin sat up in her chair, regarding him with wide eyes. “Hold on, I almost forgot to tell you how hot your woman looked tonight. Wowza!”

Eddie’s beer paused halfway to his mouth and his smile dropped.

Robin licked her bottom teeth as she grinned, bending her knee to put her foot on the chair. “She was gorgeous, but also very sophisticated and elegant. Total show-stopper. You would’ve been on your knees.”

Eddie was gripping his beer can so tight, he crushed it a bit, forcing liquid to spurt out of the top.

“Yeah, how long ago was that?” Eddie asked in a mumble.

“How long was what? When I saw your girl? Um, maybe an hour ago. I left right after to pick Ollie up.”

Robin started talking about the whole mess with Tina, and a few minutes in, Eddie got to his feet. “I gotta go, Rob. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Thanks for the beer.”

“You have to go...right now? Seriously dude?” She balked. But Eddie was already grabbing his leather and taking long strides around the house to where he parked the chopper.

Robin sighed heavily into the mouth of her beer just before taking a few large gulps.

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Richard Gere reached out and put his palm on your elbow. “Are you okay? I didn’t meant to bulldoze into you like that.”

You were understandably speechless for a moment, mouth agape, as you looked from his face to the other people at his table. A part of you hoped to see Cindy Crawford there, but then you remembered they’d been divorced for a couple years. There were two other people with him: an older gentleman you did not recognize, and a woman who could’ve very well been a runway model.

You were about to speak when John came up behind you, resting his hand at your lower back. “Richard,” John greeted as they both shook hands. They knew each other? John introduced you. “This is that talented painter I was telling you about. I’m commissioning a piece for our lake house.”

Richard regarded you with invested interested. “A-ha, that’s right. I’d love to see your work. Do you have a card?”

“I don’t have one with me, but I---” you stammered, disbelief clouding your cognitive functions.

John’s hand made circles on your back as he spoke. “I’ll have my secretary send over her information tomorrow,” he told Richard.

Once the two of you were finally scooting into your table, John raised his eyebrow. “Richard’s a good friend, and an avid art collector. He loves finding new talent, that’s why I told him about you.”

Your heart raced as you put your napkin in your lap. Your seat faced the entrance where you’d just come in, and the side of Richard. He turned and winked at you as he put his hand onto the leg of the supermodel next to him.

The menu items didn’t have any prices on them, except for the wine list which had some going for hundreds of dollars. It made you gulp. You could probably live for a month on what these people were paying for one dinner.

“Is it okay if I order for you?” John asked, small, tortoise shell readers as the end of his nose. You were more than grateful for that suggestion, and he didn’t seem at all bothered when you said you were a vegetarian. Your waiter poured the wine, John started with appetizers, and the two of you proceeded to stick to the topic of business, and what he was hoping for in the artwork for his den.

It started to be less and less like a date and more like dinner with a friend, which made you feel a whole lot better about everything. You wondered what the story was between John and Charlene: how they met, how they fell in love, how they grew so far apart. There was probably someone there in the crowd who would see the two of you together and report back to Charlene. Would she even care?

Also, you really missed Eddie. You watched John hold his hands out in front of him, explaining a piece of art he bought while he was in Italy, with the romantic lake as a backdrop, and all you could think about was how you’d rather be kissing Eddie in the alley behind the Velvet Hammer, surrounded by the smell of rotting trash.

John expressly told the waiter to let the chef know which substitutions they required for your dietary needs, and he ordered another bottle of wine. You were watching him pour it when, several tables down, you spotted a waiter who you swore was your previous work colleague, Jeff. Just then, the guy with the golden blonde hair locked eyes with you at the same time and a wild look flashed across his face before he regained his composure and finished taking the order at the table he was at.

“Excuse me for just a moment?” You said to John as you got up from the table and placed your napkin on your seat. “I need to….” what was the phrase again? You couldn’t tell him you needed to use the toilet, that was vulgar. “...to go to the powder room. I’ll be right back.”

You made your way along the main floor and then up the steps, making eye contact with Jeff and motioning covertly for him to follow you. Jeff jerked his head, motioning you in the other direction, down between the bar and the kitchen. You both did good work of keeping your composure until you were hidden and out of ear shot.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jeff blurted, bouncing on the balls of his feet a bit.

“Um, I was about to ask you the same thing? Hello? You quit the gallery?” You exchanged a hug as you talked.

“Yeah, fuck that place,” Jeff adjusted the front of his shirt. “Besides you would not believe the celebrity sightings here. I’m gonna get swept off my feet soon.”

“Yeah no kidding,” you agreed in a whisper. “Richard Gere is basically sitting at our table.”

You were both speed-talking because neither one had much time.

“Who is that hot daddy you’re with?” Jeff asked.

“You’ll never believe it.”

“Try me?”

“It’s Charlene Gregson’s husband,” you said, exposing your lower teeth in a cringe.

Jeff made his mouth into an exaggerated “O” shape. “Girl, you have a lot of explaining to do. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Why didn’t you call ME?”

One of the other servers walked by and you hugged again, agreeing adamantly to meet up for cocktails as you wiggled fingers at each other to say farewell. You came up into the reception area, about to turn and make your way back down to the restaurant, when a deep voice made you freeze in your tracks.

“Hey.” It was Eddie.

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Eddie didn’t have a plan, he was just going. His hair flew in the wind, his hands twisting high up on the ape hanger handlebars, thundering along the winding mountain road like the devil was on his heels.

Sure, the restaurant you were at had tight security, but half of them were buddies of his. Plus, he wouldn’t have given a shit if he had to take them all on. In fact, bashing some heads in would’ve felt pretty fucking good in that moment.

He told Mick and Angus at the gate that he was there to cover for one of the guys, and they let him him right in; engine revving as the chopper crawled up the driveway and found a place right next to a red Ferrari. He ran his hand through his hair, rings clicking together as he swung his leg off the bike, adjusting his Coffin Kings leather cut over his plain white tee, exposing the tattoos from his neck to fingers. The black jeans he had on did not have holes in them but still—he was vastly under dressed for this crowd. God, he secretly hoped someone had the guts to try and throw him out; that would be fun.

He walked up to Rodney—a big dude with most of his dark hair in a buzz cut, but for the 5 inch long rat tail at the back---and offered him a smoke. Rodney had to wear his shirt buttoned at the collar and at his wrists to hide all of his tattoos. There were two other square-head dudes in suits positioned at the door, but Eddie didn’t know them.

He pointed his chin at the two in question, exhaling smoke. “Will I get any trouble from those two if I go in?”

Rodney wiped his nose with his thumb as his cheeks caved in for another drag. “Nah, they don’t mess with the Kings, man. They’re just gym bros. Say ‘boo’ and they’ll piss themselves.”

He made small talk for another minute or two, and then tossed his smoke when it was only halfway finished.

The two at the door moved immediately for Eddie, just as Rodney suggested they would. They even bowed their heads a bit, as if he were some type of mystical royalty.

The guy at the reception desk forgot to blink when he looked up at him, wondering if he should call the police or scream, but Eddie raised his hand with a partial smile, letting him know he didn’t want any trouble. “I’m just checking to see if someone is here,” he let him know. “It’s an emergency.”

“How about I check for you?” The guy in the wire-rimmed glasses asked nervously, shuffling papers. “Can I have a name?”

“No,” Eddie answered bluntly as he kept walking.

He stepped beyond a black partition to where he had a view of the lake windows and the people dining down below.

And then there you were.

Looking like a million bucks and then some. As confident as he’d been entering the building, now butterflies were exploding in his stomach and his face flushed with heat. If he didn’t know you, he’d be too nervous to even speak to you. You had always been way out of his league, but the way you looked that night really solidified the fact.

“Hey,” he said.

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“Eddie?” You stopped and looked around, not sure what was happening. “Baby, what are you doing here?”

You grabbed his hand and took him around the other side of the partition so that you weren’t right out in plain sight.

Eddie looked you up and down. “Did he buy you that dress?”

You only swallowed, and your silence said it all.

You took hold of his forearm, trying to meet his shifting gaze. “I promised you I’d call when I got home, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

He’d rehearsed the words over and over on the ride there, but now they might as well have been a foreign language.

Eddie cast his gaze beyond you to all of the people eating their dinner as he shifted his jaw from side to side. “Did you tell him you have a boyfriend? Maybe I should introduce myself.”

“Baby, baby, baby, look at me,” you coaxed; one finger hooked in his belt loop and one guiding his face so that he’d look at you. His skin was hot, like he had a temperature. “I can’t do this with you right now. Please. You’re stressing me out. I’ll come by your place as soon as I’m done here, okay?”

Eddie knew he was blowing it. Internally, he tried that little meditation trick when you count back from ten or whatever the fuck, and he took a deep breath, but it didn’t help.

He kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he sucked his plump bottom lip into his teeth, biting down. “You’re just...so beautiful.”

You rose up to kiss his lips, and then you squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll call you once I’m home, and then I’ll come over okay? I promise.”

Eddie nodded as you got further away from him, so far that you finally had to let go of his hand as your reach stretched to its limit. After you made your way down the couple of steps, you turned around to make eye contact with him again, but he was looking down.

Once you got back to the table, you stretched your neck up to check, and you didn’t see him standing in the same spot anymore, so you let out a relieved sigh. Your meals were on the table, and you apologized for taking so long. “I ran into a friend,” you told John.

After a bit more conversation and a couple bites of food, you glanced over to see that Jeff was shuffling his way over to your table. The smile he had pressed across his face was not reaching his eyes as he came up beside you and John.

He asked your name, as if he didn’t know it. “There is a...telephone call for you. Follow me please?”

You exchanged a look with John as you finished chewing your food and pushed your chair out. You excused yourself, again.

“Take your time,” John called to you as you followed behind Jeff.

Jeff did not take you to a telephone; he motioned for you to follow him around the other side of the bar, to a narrow hallway hidden behind a black velvet curtain. The sounds of the shouts and pans clinking in the kitchen were clear as day.

There was Eddie, waiting with his arms crossed. Jeff patted your hand as he left you there and walked away.

“Baby what...” your shoulders dropped, exasperated.

“Hold up, wait,” Eddie put his hand out. “I have something to say, and then you can go back to doing...whatever.”

You leaned against the door that said EXIT above it in orange letters. You really just wanted to get this dinner over so you could, indeed, be with Eddie again, but he was intent on dragging it out.

Eddie cast his gaze to the floor, hooking his thumbs into his front belt loops. “Listen, I know I don’t deserve you, okay?”

“Eddie---”

“Shhhh,” he whispered. “Let me finish.”

You blinked and nodded, trying to be patient.

“So, I know I don’t have a lot right now, but one day I will. I’ll be comfortable at least. I’m not going to be in that apartment over the garage forever. I’ve made investments, I have some plans,” his eyes flicked to yours only briefly. “I’ve got enough money saved right now, what if I commission a painting from you? I can pay you whatever this dickhead is offering.”

You opened your mouth to speak but then--

He put his hand at your waist, urging you closer. “I wanna be the one you come to, baby. I want to take care of you. I will, if you’ll just let me.”

You couldn’t look at him for some reason, tears pooled at your lash line, and a lump lodged in your throat, your lip quivering. You’d been taking care of yourself for so long, you hadn’t realized how nice it would sound for someone to offer such a thing

The tip of his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip, and he slid his hand up along the side of your face, urging your eyes to meet his. “All I wanna do is make you happy and keep you safe,” his thumb brushed across the side of your mouth. “You’re everything to me, baby. I just wanna know that you’re mine.”

“But I am yours,” your voice squeaked as you sniffed back pending tears.

“Yeah, well, there’s something else,” Eddie’s heart rate quickened. He stepped forward to close the distance between the two of you and touched his forehead to yours briefly.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he continued, swallowing hard. Your wet eyes were possibly contagious because his chocolate eyes were glistening now too. “But I’m just so fucking in love with you that I don’t know what to do with myself. I feel like I’m---”

But then you smashed your lips to his, blinking tears down your cheeks, tasting the salt as it dripped down your lips and mingled with your shared saliva. Your hands wandered all over each other, begging for purchase, eager moans vibrating in your throats. His words and the sweet eagerness of the kiss threatened to make a mess of your underwear right there in the restaurant.

You blinked and sniffed as you met his eyes again. You were shaking your head, almost in disbelief at the circumstances. “I love you so much,” you admitted, relieved to say the words after they’d been living on your tongue for so long.

Eddie found your mouth again, clutching the back of your neck to pull you closer, speaking in between eager kisses. “You do? Say it again, baby. Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you murmured against his lips as he wrapped his arms around and crushed you to him. The last I love you made a little laugh hitch in your throat at the absurdity of where this confession was taking place.

Eddie picked you up so that your feet were off the ground for a second, making you squeal, and then he searched your eyes, his pupils blown. “God, I want to be inside of you so bad right now,” he breathed.

You reached down to feel the outline of his cock grow stiff in his jeans, and you thought about telling John that there was an emergency and you had to split.

He rubbed his nose on yours and then took your wrist and flattened your palm over his heart. “You can finish your dinner, baby, I’ll wait for you in the parking lot, I don’t care how long it takes. I’m not going anywhere without you.”

Part 12

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katyawriteswhump · 2 months

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Eddie and Steve: Monster Hunters (steddiemicrofic/steddielovemonth)

For @steddiemicrofic Feb prompt, ‘edge,’ and @steddielovemonth day 23, Love is giving him your sweater even if it makes you cold. (@stevesbipanic) Thank you <3

Rating: T. WC: 509. CW: None. Tags: established steddie, angst, slight au, slightly fluffy, slightly soft Eddie, slightly silly!

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Eddie wasn’t sure how he’d gotten separated from Steve. However, there he was—alone, the demo-goat caught between him and the quarry, his Molotov cocktail primed.

“Eat dirt, you evil, bleating little sh—iiiiiiit!”

Suddenly, Steve was there, hot on the goat’s hooves, brandishing a home-made flame-thrower.

Too late. Eddie’s missile already flew. A flash blinded him, echoed by a crackling boom, and a thunderclap in his chest. He rushed, choking, through the smoke. DID I JUST EXPLODE MY BOYFRIEND?

“Steve?”

“Heeeeere!”

Eddie swayed on the quarry precipice, from which Steve dangled, clinging with both hands. And then with one hand. Already on his knees, Eddie grabbed Steve’s wrist.

“You trying to kill me?” Black goop smeared Steve’s pale face.

“Didn’t see you, Stevie.”

“I’d got this… Jesus! My shoulder… your rings… Hurts. Oh shit, oh shit, I’m gonna die!”

Sweat beaded Steve’s brow, fingers quivering for grip as he slipped farther. Eddie squeezed tight words from gritted teeth: “Gimme your other hand.”

It didn’t go like in movies. Steve’s efforts wrenched at Eddie’s faltering hold. Their gazes locked, pulses going apeshit in union.

“Steve, I—"

Steve plummeted into the cool twilight. Eddie’s heart dropped through his boots, falling with his boyfriend, as far as the distant splash.

Eddie stumbled blindly to the shingle shore. He saw only his final image of Steve—Steve’s horror mirroring Eddie’s own, Steve’s too-pretty mouth forming a perfect ‘o’. Almost like when we kissed, and those times we… The sex no longer mattered. It’d been casual between them till now, when the idea of a future without Steve shredded Eddie’s soul. Worse, poor Steve! Way too young to…

Eddie whipped out a flashlight, legs numb, stomach knotted. Something crawled out of the water. Hopefully, not the demo-goat. Seconds later, he hovered over Steve, who flopped onto his back, arms flung wide.

“Holy shit.” Eddie tugged his hair, hesitating to touch Steve—fearing he’d shattered some illusion.

Steve panted hard, catching his breath. Wet, bedraggled, and incongruously adorable, his flat hair made his eyes seem huge. Then he scowled, attempted to sit. Eddie finally tumbled forward, flung his arms around him.

“You scared the shit outta me.”

“You angling for an apology?” Steve’s voice was trembly as the rest of him. “Diving that far stings like a b-bitch! Did I say I wanted a swim, Munson?”

“Sorry.” He rubbed Steve’s back

“Thought I was a g-gonner. Makes you realize… about… st-stuff.”

Eddie sniffed then pulled off his sweater, shivering himself as he wrapped it around Steve. Steve raised a weary brow. “B-body heat st-still required, Dipshit.”

Eddie enfolded him tight again, then might have sobbed as he helped Steve up. Steve proved too tired to speak, Eddie too choked, till they reached the car. Eddie dialled the heater up, touched Steve’s thigh: “Stevie, there’s something I… uh…”

“I love you, man.” Steve rested his head back, eyes fluttering closed. “Try not to nearly kill me again this week, ’kay?”

“Love you too.” Eddie tenderly stroked dripping hair from Steve’s brow, then scrambled over the gear-lever to get cosy.

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darlingsfandom · 7 months

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Eddie and reader thirsting over steves tight ass, watching him workout. They subtly start touching each other keeping their eyes on Steve till he notices

I like the way you think friend ✨

Warnings: swearing, rimming, pussy eating

You tip toed down the hallway to the bedroom to find Eddie flipping through his playboy.

"Eddie!!" You jumped onto the bed and landed on your knees before grabbing the magazine and tossing it across the room. Eddie's lips turned into a pout while you rolled your eyes playfully. "I got something better to show you than your silly playboy!" You pulled him up by his arm and yanked him out of the room.

"Baby! We're are you taking..." Eddie was cut off by you placing your index finger on his lips as you slowly approached the living room. Eddie's jaw about dropped off when he seen what you were talking about . Steve! Steve was in the middle of doing some squats while focusing on his breathing and the cheesy work out tape on the tv. Eddie pulled you back into the hallway and but his lip.

"Eddie it's not like we haven't seen Steve's ass before!" Your hands ran over Eddie's chest while Eddie looked down into your eyes hungrily. He licked his lips slowly at you before wrapping his arms around you and picking you up so your legs were around his waist. Eddie carried you into the living room and tossed you on the couch while Steve was busy stretching out his muscles .

"Hi Stevie!" You giggled quietly as Eddie laid on top of you , pushed your hair to the side and placed tender kisses along your pulse points. Steve looked over at you two with a warm smile before he went back to stretching. "Stevie! You should try our workout!" Your hands tangled into Eddie's curls when his lips sucked your soft skin. Steve shook his head at first and focused on his workout. He was focused until a familiar sound struck his ears, your whimpers. Your ever so sweet yet pornographic whimpers filled his ears as he looked over to see you laying there with your eyes closed while eddie was busy sucking on one nipple and rolling the other one between his fingers.

"Really you two? Now? Now is the time to do that?" Steve shut off his tape and walked over to the two of you. Your eyes were heavy with lust as you reached up and ran your fingers over Steve's sweaty and hairy chest. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his bulge. You slowly ran your hand over it , giving it a squeeze every once and awhile as Eddie kissed down your breasts and hooked his fingers into your shorts before yanking them down and tossing them somewhere in the living room.

Steve and Eddie both looked down at you with the same evil lust filled look. You felt small suddenly. Both of them stood next to each other with their arms crossed over their chest. "Ya know steve , she's the one who came and got me to show me that you were working out, but can't say I don't blame her for being a pervert... your ass does like nice." Eddie gave Steve's ass a loud smack making Steve jump a little before shaking his head ." Thank you Eddie." Steve returned the slap to Eddies ass before looking to see that you were sitting there naked with a pout on your bottom lip. "Aww poor baby ." Steve mocked as he lifted your head up by his chin and made you look in his eyes. With in seconds you found yourself being flipped around, knees digging into the couch as Steve had you spread open and exposed while he held your hair in his fist and landed a hard enough smack to your ass that you jolted forward with a sob leaving your lips.

You looked over your shoulder to see Eddie pulling down his jeans and boxers while Steve spanked you hard again, hard enough that his hand print as on your heated skin. "Don't even pretend you're upset by this sweetheart! You're leaking onto the couch and all I've done is spank you." Steve whispered in your ear as Eddie came up behind you, got on his own knees, wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you down to bury his face between your legs. "Oh my god!" You cried out digging your nails down Steve's arm. Steve pulled down his own boxers and chuckled as your jaw dropped at the sight of his cock. He gave it a few strokes before sitting on top of the couch. You gave him little innocent eyes before he yanked you forward and pressed your face into his ass.

As Eddie lapped up your juices while fingering your tight little hole, your tongue was busy lapping over Steve's hole. "Yeah that's a good girl, eat my ass just like that! Fuck!" Steve groaned loudly as he tangled his fingers in your hair before he started rubbing your face into him. Eddie was groaning into your busy while his free hand moved over his own swelled cock.

"Mmmhmm." You moaned against Steve's hole while he was busy pumping his cock above you. Your greedy little mouth moved up and wrapped around his balls making Steve pull your hair.

"Dirty fucking girl today hmm! Eating my ass, sucking my balls! Gonna fucking cover you in cum and paint ya with it ." Steve's breath hitched as you batted your eyelashes at him. It was overwhelming to see and hear both men jerking off their cocks as Eddie ate you out like he had never had a meal in his life.

"Oooh my ! FUCK!" You couldn't hold back anymore as your orgasm hit hard and you drenched Eddie in your squirt which made him cum against his chest to which Steve couldn't hold back anymore and came against your nose as you panted. Both men pulled away from you and smirked as you collapsed against the couch.

"Oh don't give up now baby, after all ... you were the one that wanted to work out." Steve kissed the top of your head while eddie stood up next to him and leaned into his touch before they both yanked you up to your feet and got you ready for round two.

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saquesha13 · 8 months

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You can’t tell me Steve and Eddie aren’t the definition of PDA. ❗️TW❗️Slight NSFW

As friends Eddie was the touchy one. He’s that way with literally everyone to be fair though, but with Steve? Eddie can’t keep his damn paws to himself. There is no such thing as personal space. Always touching Steve’s shoulder, grabbing him in a headlock a total boyish way, literally manhandling Steve every chance he gets. The more the two hang out though, the more intimate the touches get. Eddie brushing a loose strand of hair behind Steve’s ear, rubbing his shoulders, holding his hand to make sure Steve is following him, wrapping his arms around Steve’s hip and never not in his space.

It doesn’t matter where they are. Steve could be at work at Family Video, the fruity four is having their annual movie night at Steve’s place, spending time with the kids in the Wheelers basement, having dinner with the Byers sitting at the dinner table, downtown at the gas station getting a pack of camels and a pack of beer.

When they finally are together though, suddenly Steve is the one who can’t keep his hands to himself. Which is far from a problem.

Except for the fact that Steve’s touches are far from PG let alone PG-13.

You’d think Steve was starving the way he practically devours Eddie every chance he gets. It doesn’t matter if they are out at the movies, having a get together with the party or just getting groceries surrounded by innocent elderly women just buying bread and eggs. If Steve doesn’t have his tongue down Eddie’s throat his hands are on Eddie’s ass, his thighs, Eddie’s neck, his crotch. The man is like a goddamn octopus. He has to have Eddie in arms reach at all times or he gets bitchy. Movie nights with the girls and even the kids if Eddie isn’t sitting in his lap then Steve takes it upon himself to plant his ass in Eddie’s lap. Of course they don’t even watch the movie - not for long anyway because they both end up making out instead.

It’s all so much multiplied by ten when Steve is drunk, or worse, high.

Luckily none of this happens when the teenagers are around because it isn’t like Eddie would ever stop his handsy boyfriend. Lazy smokes with Argyle and Jonathan are usually cut short because Steve’s hands eventually start rubbing along Eddie’s fly of his jeans. Hot open mouthed kisses that lead to clothes being half taken off and dry humping on the floor until they finally manage to rub one off together, or better yet Steve really gets his mouth on Eddie.

By the time they finish, it always ends up being just them in the room which is funny because it doesn’t start that way.

All the get togethers and parties they get invited to slowly stop involving the complementary drugs and alcohol which was weird to Steve.

But he didn’t really notice too much. Not when the thing he’s most addicted too is sleeping on his chest cuddled together on Gareths couch after a Hellfire campaign.

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juniperwoodwell · 10 months

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Gaze Into His Soul

Paring: Billy hargrove x reader

Word count: 751

Warning(s): Cursing, implications of abuse, Fighting.

A/n: I just started watching stranger things and I'm only....slightly obsessed with Billy, Eddie and Steve lol

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! HOW COULD YOU!? You don't know my pain. You don't know what it's like. So cut the fake sympathy shit; I don't need your pity." His voice went from earth-shatteringly loud to winter's deadly cold. His gaze, once full of bright emotions now dull and broken like a mirror.

A boy lost to the world. His heart was shrouded in darkness, forever broken.

He was shattered for reasons beyond his own understanding, his view of the world forever tarnished by the hand of his father that cruelly placed itself upon his beautiful face.

I watched as his eyes glazed over and his face turned from mine, "Then show me." I reached out my hand to him, an offering of peace and understanding.

"I can't-" His voice shook, and the dam broke; he was quick to wipe away the salty tears from his bruised face and turn his back to me.

"Billy..."

"Don't. Just-...Just leave me alone." His voice found its strength for a moment before It wavered.

"I can't do that. I'd never forgive myself if I did."

He never ended up telling me everything; when it became too much, he got up and left, angry at himself, his father, and the world. At which, specifically in the moment, I'm not sure. But soon, I'd been a witness to the full extent of his torment.

-When you gaze into the soul of a tormented

heart that mirrors your own, you no longer

feel so alone in this world.-

Billy sat on the edge of the tub, and I stood between his knees, gently dabbing a cotton ball over one of his deeper cuts; his hands would squeeze the back of my thighs when the alcohol would sting his sensitive skin. I'd whisper an apology, and he'd shake his head. When I finished and turned to put away the mess I had made, he grabbed my waist, keeping me from moving. I'd asked him what was wrong, but he said nothing.

Friday night, sometime in July, He invited me over to his house, saying that his father and step-mother would be away until late into the night, I was hesitant at first and asked him if he'd prefer to go somewhere else, but he answered with a shrug, saying he had to keep an eye on his sister for the night.

When I first met them, they seemed to be at each other's throats but they...They were closer now. Billy felt a sense of protectiveness over her now, though he never told me why.

Cautiously, I knocked on the door. I didn't have to wait long before it opened to reveal a battered and bruised Billy. "Shit- Baby..."

"I'm alright. Come in." He cut me off before I could even verbalize my concern. When he closed the door behind himself, I turned and reached to touch his face, but his hand gripped my wrist with a force I'd never encountered from him before. "I told you I'm alright. Now wipe that dumbass worried look from your face."

I retracted my hand when he let go; I crossed my arms over my chest as I spoke up. "Don't you dare talk to me that way, Hargove. I will put up with most of your shit, but acting like your father will not fly with me. Got it?" His gaze was sharp, like a knife, and cold as ice.

Reluctantly, he nodded. "Sorry. I'm still cooling down..." He suddenly became more interested in the floor than in looking me in the eyes.

Lifting my hand, I tried again, he didn't flinch or shove me away, but his hand gently wrapped around my wrist. I guided his face back to mine, though he couldn't bring himself to look at me. "Can I clean you up?" I asked softly. A warm tone in my voice was like a blanket he could wrap himself in. "Yeah,"

Only his actions spoke volumes of what he needed. His arms wrapped around my waist, tugging me forward so he could rest the side of his face against my chest. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, and my hands nestled into his soft golden curls. No words were spoken, not that they were needed. In moments like this, we understood each other like the sun understands the moon. He needed me, and I needed him.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take.

#writing #writers on tumblr #fanfic #reader insert #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things x reader #billy hargove imagine

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Search Her

A/N: Hello! Apologies for the delay in getting a fic out, I've just come back from holiday. Thank you to the person who requested this fic!

Word count: 1004

Summary: The reader hides the TV remote from Steve and Eddie.

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“Milk, white or dark?” Eddie asked with his head in the fridge.

“Milk please,” Steve responded, catching a milk chocolate bar as Eddie threw it at him.

“Y/N?”

“Oh, white please,” you said, holding out your hands to catch the incoming white chocolate bar.

Eddie was hunting for snacks whilst Steve was leant on the counter getting the drinks ready. The three of you were having a quiet night in, which you haven’t been able to do for a while. You missed being in their company without having the kids around. Meant the attention was a bit more on you…but you would never tell them that.

As the boys were prepping the drinks and snacks, you clocked the TV remote on the table. You tried to hide your smile as an idea formed in your head.

“I’m just gonna use your loo,” you stood up, quickly swiping the remote and placing it carefully in your back pocket.

“Y/N you’ve been here enough times, you don’t need to keep announcing when you go to the toilet,” Eddie grinned.

When you reached the bathroom, you hid the remote in one of the cabinets, behind a load of Eddie’s hair products. When you walked back into the living room, you found the boys frantically moving cushions.

“What are you doing?”

“We’ve lost the remote,” Eddie said.

“Well that was careless.”

“Not funny, Y/N. Have you seen it?” Steve asked.

“Have you looked next to the TV?”

“Funnily enough, yes.”

“Ugh that remote is always on the table, how have we managed to lose it?!” Eddie slammed down a cushion. You bit back a giggle.

“Well look at it this way, at least we can try out my new card game,” you shrugged. The boys stopped and slowly turned to you.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Y/N, did you have something to do with this?” Eddie asked.

“What? No! How could you even think that?!”

“You’ve brought up that game so many times since we got here. It would make sense for you to hide the remote so we’d have no choice but to play it…” Steve put his hands on his hips.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Y/N, hand it over,” Eddie folded his arms.

“”I don’t have it!”

“Y/N…”

“Eddie…” you imitated.

“Search her,” Eddie ordered. Steve strode towards you and tightly wrapped his arms around you.

“Whoa wait what are you-STEVE!” You screamed as Steve dug his fingers into your sides, trapping your back against his chest.

“Nothing here, try her pockets,” Steve said. Eddie skipped over and placed his thumbs inside your trouser pockets, drilling into your hips. You violently kicked your legs and almost headbutted Steve.

“NAHAHAHA EDDIEHEHEHE!”

“Hm, not here either. How about…” Eddie began before squeezing down your thighs to your knees.

“STOHOHOHOP!”

“Hold still, I’m trying to search you,” Eddie bent down and grabbed one of your feet. Steve held you tight as Eddie lifted up a foot and tickled your sole. You hopped and thrashed.

“AHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!”

“Not there either,” Eddie continued to scratch at your sole, tickling under your toes for good measure too. Steve suddenly joined in by tasering your ribs and you fell limp against him, screaming. He blew a raspberry in your neck which made you cackle before falling into silent laughter, shaking in his grip.

Eddie let your foot go and stood up, smiling at you as you squealed against Steve.

“Aww, is someone finding this a bit ticklish?” He cooed, scratching your tummy. You desperately tried to bat him away but your hands were trapped under Steve’s strong hold.

“Tell us where the remote is and we’ll stop,” Eddie shrugged, dancing his fingers around your torso.

“HAHA-HAIR!” You managed to cry out between silent laughs.

“Hair? What, your hair?” Eddie asked, confused. He started massaging your head, occasionally brushing against your eyes which made you laugh even more. “What do you mean hair?”

“HA-HAIR C-CARE!” You screamed, Steve quickly shaking his fingers into your ribs and blowing on one ear.

“Hair care?...OH! Steve, keep going,” Eddie dashed off to the bathroom as Steve went back to blowing raspberries in your neck. His hands alternated between your ribs, sides and tummy whilst his arms kept you from sinking to the ground.

“Found it!” Eddie skipped back into the room. “She put it in the cabinet behind my hair products.”

“You have hair products?” Steve asked, eyebrow raised.

“Don’t you judge me, Harrington.”

Steve smirked and stopped torturing you. He still held you in his arms as you caught your breath, giggling.

“Why did you hide the remote?” Eddie asked.

“I-I-I don’t know…”

“Yes you do. Why?”

You went bright red and bowed your head. Eddie and Steve shared a look.

“Why have you suddenly gone quiet?” Steve asked. You shook your head gently.

“What is it?” Eddie’s voice softened as he approached you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“I just….missed the attention…” you admitted quietly.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just hard having to be the adults and not being able to mess around with each other when the kids are here.”

“Sweetheart, we can still mess around when the kids are here. We just don’t think you’d take well to being tickled around them,” Eddie laughed. You gave a small smile.

“True,” you said, “but neither would you.”

You launched out of Steve’s grip and tackled Eddie to the floor, attacking his sensitive tummy.

“OH HELL NOHOHO!” Eddie cried loudly, shoving his fingers into your armpits. You screamed and collapsed on top of him, both of you lying there giggling.

“Really?” Steve said, hands on his hips.

“Uh-oh, mother’s pissed,” Eddie teased, you spat out a laugh.

“No no, I can just do it better,” Steve jumped on the pair of you and squeezed your sides simultaneously. You both howled out a laugh and went in for revenge. The TV was long forgotten as the three of you scrambled on the floor, tickling one another.

#tickle fic #stranger things tickle fic #ler!eddie munson #ler!steve harrington #lee!reader

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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something infinite • part six

SOMETHING INFINITE • PART SIX A N D I T ‘ S S U C H A S H A M E

part six of something infinite – ferris wheel at 8 and another chance to see where this thing with steve is taking you, but when his friends find out will he be able to handle it? | ( 4k, fluff, lots of angst, enemies to lovers, steve x you, steve x reader – find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here )

J U L Y 1 9 8 7 🎶 cold and holy, mono moon

You could see lights and hear the music from the Hawkins Fourth of July Celebration all the way from your aunt’s house. The field was close enough you could walk and everyone had decided to meet up there before leaving together.

“Jonathan don’t forget, Will needs to be back after the fireworks!”

“I know mom, I got it. After the fireworks.”

“And if you go back out just be safe, make good decisions?”

“Yeah, of course mom. Good decisions.”

“Hop’s on his way down there, so if you need anything–”

“Mom, we’ll be okay.”

Listening to Joyce give Jonathan the usual going-out lecture, your leg jiggled nervously as you sat on the porch swing waiting for her to just let you all go already.

Steve hadn’t come to eat dinner before and you couldn’t blame him. You didn’t think Hop would kill him, but if you were Steve you probably wouldn’t have tested that theory, so you’d spent the entirety of the evening asking Robin the time. Yanking Dustin’s arm to look at his calculator watch. Getting teased by literally everyone there.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“What if it stops while you’re at the top??”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“Did he–wait–what, Max?”

“What? It’s a legit question.”

“Dude, are you kidding? I’m not gonna tell any of you anything,” you shot back to a chorus of groans and swear words. Eddie shot you a grin as Lucas asked Max again why she needed to know if Steve was a good kisser and then Robin’s hand suddenly slapped the top of your thigh.

“Chill. You’re gonna, like, take off into space.”

“I am not, I’m fine.”

“Yeah, okay. You’ve only been checking the time literally every minute. We’re gonna get there on time. Promise. You won’t miss out on round two with old Stevie boy.”

You fixed Robin with a look and let out a small sigh of relief as finally Jonathan came out to the porch, “Okay, let’s get outta here–wait! Will! Mike! You gotta stay close!” He didn’t hardly get a word out before the younger kids all took off and he and Nancy chased after them, leaving you, Eddie and Robin to bring up the rear.

“I’m not gonna lie, I’ve never seen Steve like this before,” Robin said giving you a grin, but it softened the longer she looked at you, “It’s nice.”

“It is nice, isn’t it,” Eddie repeated like he’d just had an epiphany. “God, he’s like himself around you. Sweet Stevie. The one we all love,” Eddie said giving your arm a squeeze, his fingers shining all silver in the moonlight.

“Oh great, no pressure,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation, but they both gave you a look and you felt your cheeks flush. “Alright, it’s not like we’re sending out wedding invitations,” you mumbled, but you couldn’t help the little flicker in your chest that was growing by the day. The one you held for this boy. This brown-eyed, messy-haired, obnoxious, beautiful boy.

“Okay, but like, when you do send them, we’re both invited right?” Robin asked, face all serious and you shoved her.

“Shut up.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, dingus.”

“And love me too?”

“Yes. Love you too, Eddie.”

“Good.”

The fair was bright and loud and full of screaming children and sugar highs and summer and you felt your nerves creeping back in as the ferris wheel came into view.

“What time is it?” you asked Dustin again, grabbing his wrist, but this time he yanked it back.

“Time for you to get a watch. God. You have like five minutes, get the hell out of here,” and he gave you a gentle shove away from the rest of the group.

Max and Lucas made kissy faces at you. Mike and Dustin had gotten wrapped up talking game strategy, but Will and El each gave you a thumbs up. Eddie and Robin, well, they were less than appropriate as Jonathan and Nancy struggled to pull them away from each other and you couldn’t help laughing as you walked away. Walked toward the ferris wheel. The damn ferris wheel.

You have like five minutes.

How long did it take to get over there? Was he waiting for you? Was your outfit okay?

Your feet did all the work for you as your brain ran through every horrible scenario that could possibly happen and when you finally looked up from the ground you realized you’d reached it. Your meeting point.

The ride towered over you and you felt your stomach sink as the music playing on the old, shitty speakers tried to project happiness and joy, but all you felt was dread. It was so high up. Taking in a breath you attempted to reassure yourself, but a voice behind you made you jump, your moment of peace shattered.

“Hi,” Steve was grinning at you, holding cotton candy in one hand and a giant soda in the other, just like he’d promised.

“Hi,” you shook your head and gave him a tiny scowl, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Oh, sorry. Did you need to hit the bathroom first, or…?”

“Shut up.”

Steve grinned, “Kidding. Here. Blue, just like you asked and 7-Up.” He held both things out to you, giving you the option, and you felt your own grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Big spender, huh?” you took the cotton candy and wrapped a tiny blue cloud around your finger.

“Had to. It’s your first fair. If we fuck this up we can’t go back,” he said seriously, taking a drink of soda, tentatively resting his hand on your lower back. When you didn’t shy away you caught his grin soften into a smile as he looked up at the ferris wheel and you felt the flame in your chest flicker again. God, you really liked this boy.

“Off to a decent start,” you teased, leaning into him and taking another tiny pinch of cotton candy, but this time you stayed close as he pulled you into line.

“Okay, so it’s the easiest thing ever. You just jump into your little carriage thingy and they close the gate and then it turns around super slow for, I dunno, five minutes? Thrilling,” he explained, wiggling his brows at you and pointing with the giant cup of soda in his hand.

“Sounds like it,” you laughed, but the longer you looked at the ride the more the knot in your stomach twisted. Clearing your throat you tried to sound casual, but your apprehension was obvious, “We won’t like…get stuck up there. Right?”

Steve looked down at you, all joking aside, and gave you one of his warm smiles, “No. And even if we do, you got me up there with you so. It’ll be fine.”

“Great. Perfect.”

“Hey,” he tapped a finger on your nose. “We’re not gonna get stuck, Princess. I promise,” and as he pulled you in closer at your waist you believed him.

The metal clanking of the ferris wheel turning to life shook the pod you sat in, thigh to thigh next to Steve, and as it started to lift you up into the air you felt your heart going with it. The stars were like countless glittering pin pricks in the inky black sky and you let the feeling wrap around you all hazy and bright.

Your pod swung jerky for a minute as the giant wheel moved along and your hand flew out to grab hold of Steve’s arm.

“S’okay,” he gave you a little grin, hand finding yours to tangle your fingers together. If your stomach hadn’t already flipped over from the loss of gravity it did then at his touch.

“I’m fine,” you tried to sound brave, but it was a miserable attempt.

“Oh. Okay. Well, if you need anything I’m literally right next to you, so…” his grin softened and you could feel him looking at you. You decided to look back, but only as a distraction from how high you were climbing into the air.

“Lucky me.”

“Yup. So, how is it? Everything you dreamed of and more?”

“And more,” you attempted a joke, but held your breath as the pod stuttered and Steve squeezed your hand again. “Cotton candy is top notch, soda isn’t too bad, and this ride hasn’t killed me yet. I do have one complaint…” you let out a tiny exhale and tried to give him a grin.

“A complaint?” nerves flickered on his face for a second.

“Yeah. I didn’t get a bear yet. And I feel like that’s a pretty integral part of the fair experience.” Steve bit back a laugh and then took on a very serious expression.

“So sorry to hear that,” he started, trying very hard to maintain his concern, “We’ll fix that right away. Just so happens your date holds the record for most free throws in a row, so, should be able to get you a bear in no time.”

“Most free throws in a row?” you broke first, a skeptical smile cracking your face and he huffed a laugh.

“What? I do. Why’s that funny?”

“You’re a dork,” you say back, but it doesn’t hold any bite and when you glance away you realize how far away the world has fallen, all the little people below milling around like tiny ants, your soda and Steve’s flannel waiting for you all the way at the bottom. You swallow thickly and screw your eyes shut, taking in a steadying breath. Steve squeezes your hand again.

“Hey. We’re okay. Here, look at me,” his fingers gently tucked under your chin to lift it and when you finally opened your eyes he was smiling at you so sweet and soft and you felt the anxiety that had been clutching at your chest melt away. “See?” his eyes were warm, flecks of gold swimming in honey, and you felt like you were going to float away.

God, he was so pretty it hurt.

You knew what you wanted to say, the words were loaded and ready to fall out, but you couldn’t find the bravery. The look in his eyes was making your brain feel all mushy, but when his hand dropped away you ached for his touch and it was all the motivation you needed.

“Kiss me.”

Biting in a grin his hand moved back to your chin, holding it gently between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it just so. “Second time is usually better,” he quoted you, voice low and warm and the air crackled between you, electric, like sparks from a fire.

“Usually,” your voice was a whisper as his eyes closed, long lashes sweeping against his cheeks, and you felt yours fluttering shut too as he pulled you in to catch your lips with his.

The first time had been curious. Tentative. New. But this was braver. Bold. Wanting. Faintly familiar. He tasted like cotton candy and soda, like spearmint gum and summer and you wanted more. Twisting in your seat to face him, he took the cue and wrapped his arms tight around your waist, tugging you impossibly closer. A tiny gasp escaped you as he pulled you in, taking you both by surprise, but Steve recovered and grinned into the kiss, letting your bottom lip go with a small pop.

“Get a room!” someone in the pod above you laughed and you felt your cheeks flush, but you were grinning just as stupid as Steve was.

“Better?” he asked, smug and already knowing your answer.

“Hmm. Yes, but you’ve set the bar pretty high for yourself, genius,” you teased.

“S’fine, I like a challenge,” he lifted a hand to tuck a couple of flyaways behind your ear, still pressed into you as the ferris wheel slowed, creaking and protesting against the ceasing of movement. You wished you could stay close like that forever, but a voice shook you back to reality.

“Alright, everybody off!” the grizzled ride operator appeared at your gate. Rolling his eyes at the state of you both he undid the lock, hurrying you out for the next group of impatient couples who wanted what you’d just had.

“Jeez, maybe you should give him a kiss,” you muttered as the operator walked away and Steve poked at your ribs.

“He wishes.”

As you left the platform, Steve scooped your giant soda off the railing and handed it over, “Here, hold this for a minute, I’m gonna grab my flannel.”

You took a sip and turned to get out of the way of the growing line of people when something, someone, ran smack into you. With a Pop! the giant cup of 7-Up in your hand busted open, spilling all down the front of your shirt.

“Shit,” you sucked in a gasp, the cold soda soaking through to your bare skin, shirt ruined, but before you could say anything else you heard laughing. Not I’m-Having-Fun laughing. More like What-A-Fucking-Mess laughing and you glanced up to see a brown haired boy looking down at you.

He was tall, cheeks smattered with dense freckles, lips twisted up into a smirk as he laughed and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten.

“God, freak, watch where you’re going,” he snarked.

“Didn’t know there’d be a wet t-shirt contest,” another boy behind him snickered, blonde hair set across his brow just-so, and he elbowed his friend with a wicked grin.

“Gross,” a red headed girl next to them quirked a judgmental brow at you, nose crinkled up in disgust.

Cheeks burning you wished the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You didn’t know who these assholes were, but somehow they’d devoured every bit of your confidence in that moment just by looking at you.

Soaked and feeling the soda drying in a sticky mess on your bare skin you glanced over your shoulder for Steve, but you didn’t have to look far as he walked up on the four of you.

“Hey, sorry that guy tried to give me someone else’s–” but when he looked up from the ground the color drained from his face. “Tommy?” fell out of his mouth.

Tommy. Your stomach dropped.

“Harrington? What the fuck are you doing here with a Byers?”

Steve’s eyes flicked from Tommy to you and back again, his fingers fumbling with the flannel he held in his hands. It was like he was stuck, short circuiting, debating.

“Harrington?” the blonde boy repeated and it seemed to shake him.

“Oh, hah, yeah that asshole at the ferris wheel asked me to give this back,” he hastily shoved the wadded up fabric into your sticky soda hands making you fumble the empty paper cup to the ground.

“Always taking on the charity cases, Steve. C’mon. We’re supposed to go to Kyle’s. His brother got a keg,” the girl gave you another disapproving look and rolled her eyes.

You were frozen in place as you listened to the exchange. As if you hadn’t just kissed like you were the only two people left on earth. Like he hadn't just promised he'd be there for you. Like you hadn't shared everything over the last month. Like you hadn't shared you.

The shift in Steve’s body language made your insides hurt, made you want to throw up, made you want to go home and scrub him off of you. He’d turned away, shoved his hands into his pockets instead of reaching for yours, and you could see his tongue darting out to lick at his lips nervously.

“Give this back?” you repeated, tone edged with venom, “Charity case?” Steve finally looked down at you as spat your words out and the cool facade he’d tried so hard to put on cracked a bit, driving you further. “I’m sorry, we’re on a date,” you clarified for everyone and silence lingered for a moment before everyone but you and Steve burst into laughter.

“A date? With Harrington? No fucking way.”

Silence.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I–what I mean is–we didn’t–” Steve fumbled over his words and something in you snapped.

“We didn’t what? What was that then?” you threw a hand back over your shoulder at the ferris wheel, “What was that?”

“Oh shit, someone’s pissed,” Tommy laughed, high-pitched as he watched your face turn sour and Steve stayed silent. You practically shoved him over with the force you used to drive the flannel back into his stomach and started to walk away, throat tightening as you fought back tears.

Steve seized up again as he listened to Tommy squealing, listened to Kyle wolf whistle after you, listened to Carol drawl on in her nasally, annoying tone.

“Bye, freak!”

“God, what a mess.”

“Fucking weirdo.”

Something in him swelled, was building to a peak as they yelled after you and laughed and snickered and god he couldn’t take it anymore.

Steve broke.

“God, shut the hell up, Tommy! Just. Shut. Up,” Steve hissed, rounding on the other boy and getting right in his face. Kyle and Carol both stopped, mouths dropping open into little ‘o’s.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” Tommy shook his head, a mixture of irritation and confusion on his face.

“You. You’re what’s wrong with me. You’re such a dick. All the time.”

“Me? Oh that’s rich, Harrington. Why don’t you tell me how you really feel?” Tommy took a step closer to Steve. His tone held an edge to it, dangerous, like it could tip one way or the other and it hinged on what Steve said next.

“Yeah? Okay. I’m tired of your shit. I’m tired of the way you’re always dragging everyone, including Kyle,” Kyle’s face shifted in shock. “You’re so hung up on stupid shit that doesn’t matter. We’re not on the basketball team anymore, Tommy. We’re not in high school. It’s over. And you cheat on Carol pretty much anytime she’s out of town.”

“You what?” Carol looked like she could kill Tommy and Tommy’s face was burning, fists in balls at his sides.

“You’re no saint,” Tommy snapped at Steve, “You’re always talking shit about Carol. Telling me Kyle’s a little bitch. Have since we were Freshman. King Steve right? You’re the worst out of all of us!” Tommy thrust his hands up into Steve’s chest, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, and pulled him in close. “Don’t fucking tell me I’m the one to blame.”

It was like an instinct, Steve’s hands flinging into Tommy and shoving him away, following after as he stumbled backwards. Tommy started laughing again.

“What’re you gonna do Harrington? You gonna hit me?”

“Yeah. I am,” and as Steve walked up on the boy he loosed a punch into Tommy’s jaw, the smack of skin on skin loud against the fair music.

“Shit,” Tommy hissed, fingers gingerly touching the spot on his face where a bruise had started to bloom and when he looked back up at Steve he had fire in his eyes. Picking up a sprint Tommy lunged at him, grabbing Steve around the knees and shoving them both to the ground. He threw one, two, three punches – Steve’s nose, his jaw, his cheek.

“Tommy, stop! Hopper’s coming!”

And it was over as quick as it started. Tommy clambered off Steve, Kyle and Carol hot on his heels as they took off into the crowd. Hopper shoved past the last two people in his way and let out a grunt of frustration.

“You shits! Get back here! God dammit,” stopping where Steve was still laid out in the grass he shook his head, grumbling curses under his breath. “Alright, kid?” he offered the boy a hand.

“Not really,” Steve touched his lip and brought away blood on his fingers as Hop pulled him onto his feet.

“Yeah, you don’t look great. I’d say you should get home, but if I were you I’d fix that first,” Hopper pointed to your figure, still walking to the edge of the field and Steve didn’t need any convincing as he took off at a sprint.

“Hey! We were just about to get a spot on the grass–” Eddie saw you coming up on them at the edge of the fairgrounds, but his words cut short when he saw the look on your face. “Damn, are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, but you walked right past him, Steve not too far behind.

“What the hell, Steve?” you heard Robin snap at him as your feet carried you further away, and then everyone joined in.

“Oh shit, what happened?”

“Who did that to you?”

“It was Tommy–” Steve tried to get a word in.

“Tommy? I’m gonna kill him!”

“Go fix it!”

“Jesus. I know! I’m going!” Steve scrambled across the ground, shoes slipping against the unkept grass, hair wild and heart pounding in his chest.

You should’ve started running too, but he was too fast and you could hear him sucking in breaths as he closed the gap between you.

“Wait, wait, wait. C’mon. Please wait,” Steve’s hand tried to wrap around your wrist, but you flung it away.

As you turned around you saw his split lip, the lilac bruise that crept across his cheek and jaw, all jammy and purple like plums in summer and worry tugged at your heart, but you tried to shove it away. Tried to keep hold of your anger.

“Who did that to you, Tommy?” and Steve kept his mouth shut, frame crumpling a little as you took him in. “Did he?”

“Yeah.”

“God. Why?” you said under your breath, but then he grabbed your hand and your heart stuttered.

"Please.”

Your eyes traced a path from your hands, up his arm, across the moles dotting his cheek, hair all messy and swept across his forehead. When your eyes finally met his, deep and hazy and brown, your heart ached. The look on his face wrecked you. Broke your heart into tiny little pieces and when you spoke again it was wobbly.

“What, d’you want to pile on? Get a good laugh in?” the sob that was clawing up your throat tried to strangle you, but you fought it back. Determined to not let him see you cry.

“No, no it’s not like that, I–”

“What are we, Steve?” the first time you said his name and it was like a curse on your tongue and it hurt.

“I–I like you. I want you.”

“And your ‘friends’?” it was like you’d sucked the air out of his lungs.

“Tommy just gets worked up–”

“No. Tommy? Your ‘friends’? Are assholes. They treat you like shit,” he looked like you’d just punched him and you felt guilt creeping in, but you had to keep going, “It’s simple. You’d rather fit in, be ‘popular’ or whatever. And that’s fine, but I don’t want to get dragged along for the ride. I can’t.”

You left out how your heart felt like it was being crushed in a vice. Left out how much it hurt to watch him just stand there while Tommy and Carol and Kyle laughed. Left out how much it sucked getting lied to.

He’s our dingus. He’ll come around, you’ll see.

Just give him a chance.

He’s got a big heart, he just needs someone who isn’t going to break it.

Steve let your words sink in, standing there in the wheat field while stale fair music played in the background, mocking the weight of the conversation, making everything that had happened before seem like a joke. What was he supposed to do, tell you his friends were ‘just acting up’? Pretend like they weren’t assholes? Pretend like he hadn’t deserved it?

He couldn’t justify his actions or words just by telling you he got his ass kicked for speaking up after you’d left. Couldn’t tell you it was all even now, because it wasn’t and he knew it. He owed you more than that and you weren’t ready for it.

So he shut up and kept his mouth closed.

And your feet moved you away from him.

You could hear the fireworks starting behind you, but you didn’t dare turn around. The tears were coming faster now, your shoulders shaking as your walk turned into a jog and then a run. Long stalks of wheat whipped against your thighs, whoosh whoosh whoosh, Steve’s voice fading away in the distance as he said your name over and over into the dark.

SOMETHING INFINITE SYNOPSIS: hawkins, indiana, 1987 – your mom is out of town for the summer on business and she sends you to live with your aunt joyce and her husband jim in hawkins while she’s gone. joyce works at the library and jim is the town sheriff – the kids, will, jonathan and el slowly warm up to you and it’s after you get in with them that you really start to feel at home, but there’s one person who just annoys you to no end. one person you’d love to just boot off a cliff – steve fucking harrington. ♥️ find the rest of the series and more here and find the series playlist on spotify here.

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demon!Eddie - the filth [6/6]

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Steve’s almost naked body bounced on the mattress. His arms immediately reached out asking for Eddie who crawled over him, caging him under his huge body. The smaller man clawed at him and hooked his leg around his waist trying to bring him closer, his body arching up for friction.

Eddie couldn’t help the growly chuckle at his antics. He could smell the lust radiating off of him in waves and he buried his face in Steve’s chest hair with a delighted purr.

“You smell so good,” he praised. He nosed over his pecs, pressing his tongue to his nipple and eliciting delicious whimpers. Steve’s hand slid into his hair, scratching his scalp, indecisive between pulling on the wavy strands and pushing him closer. When his grasp slipped onto the horns, a thrill went down Eddie’s spine all the way to his tail, which slammed against the mattress.

Steve’s glazed-over eyes snapped down to it, suddenly reminded of its existence. He bit his lip, pulling at Eddie’s horns with impatience.

“Touch me,” he whined and Eddie huffed at the damp patch of chest hair in front f him. He pointedly bit into one of his pecs, looking up into his eyes.

“I am touching you, baby.”

“My dick,” Steve clarified impatiently, bucking his hips. “Touch my dick.”

Eddie let out a hungry growl before squeezing Steve’s waist with one clawed hand and obediently sliding it lower to palm at his erection.

Steve let out a choked-out moan, rubbing against the newfound pressure. It distracted him enough for Eddie to detangle from his grasp and sit up. He admired the man in his bed for a second, chest slick with sweat and saliva, reddened with bite marks, before pulling him closer by the waist and manhandling him to get his underwear off over his ass and down his legs. With his bare ass resting on display on Eddie's thighs and legs up in the air, Steve’s eyes fluttered with pleasure.

Soaking in it the sensation reverberating through Eddie’s demonic core, he grabbed the boy’s thighs, easily wrapping a hand around each and spreading them to take a closer look.

“Such a pretty little dick,” he cooed. He pulled the man even higher against himself, bending his body to the verge of discomfort, so he could nose and mouth around his groin, the soft tissue of his inner thighs and underbelly. He slid his tongue around the base of Steve’s dick and pumped once, twice with it, before swallowing him whole without a warning.

Steve let out an unholy shout when the tip of his dick hit the back of Eddie’s throat. The metalhead swallowed around him, swirling his tongue in a way he didn’t even know was possible until now, jaw relaxed not to risk any accident with his canines. His nose rested in the coarse hair below Steve’s navel, his musk and lust surrounding him. He held him tight as he trashed around the mattress, lost in pleasure. It didn’t take him much more before spilling down Eddie’s throat. Some of it he swallowed and some he let spill out down his tongue, on the man’s belly.

Half out of it, Steve traced his fingers through the mess, spreading it further over himself, matting his chest hairs with it. Eddie groaned, bucking his hips at the sight. This seemed to sober up the man beneath him.

Steve pressed his ass against the bulge in Eddie’s pants. He squirmed against it.

“Show me,” he demanded, eyes locking with the demon’s blown-out pupils. Eddie hesitated, even if his hips followed the motion. Steve narrowed his eyes.

“You had your fangs around me, your monster dick isn’t gonna scare me,” he scoffed.

Eddie chuckled, dark and delighted, as his lips spread in a grin.

“I’m more worried it’s gonna ruin other dicks for you,” he joked, pressing against him.

Steve licked his lips and looked down, at the point where their bodies connected, his bare, bruised-up ass and the hard bulge restrained by Eddie’s jeans. He looked up, meeting his gaze like a challenge.

“Promise?”

To his terrified disappointment, Eddie leaned back, sitting on his hunches and making Steve slide back onto the mattress. He propped himself up on his elbows, confused and worried he said the wrong thing. But Eddie only motioned towards his belt buckle.

“Do the honours, darling.”

Steve scrambled up, way past embarrassment, eager to check out the dick he’s been thinking so much about. With no preamble, he put his hand on the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. The texture was weird, more like leather than fabric, the clothes morphing along with Eddie. It felt like another layer of skin. Above him, Eddie let out a loud breath.

It was hot under Steve’s palm, the cock beneath throbbing in interest at the touch. Steve felt lightheaded when he felt it twitch under his fingers. His knuckles brushed along the seam of the zipper and he looked up, meeting Eddie’s blackened-out pupils. There was a fire inside them and while it was a fitting metaphor, Steve felt like he could actually topple over through them into the fiery pits of hell if he stared too long. He licked his suddenly dry lips.

“Has anyone ever touched you?” he asked, the curiosity shining through the lust. Although, what else brought him here? Might as well admit the two were interlaced at this point. He was but a curious horny human.

Eddie’s clawed hand slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp, the action seemingly innocent yet sending shivers straight to Steve’s groin.

“Not like that,” he said, his voice a deep rumble under Steve’s hands. “I’d show horns or fangs to someone too high to remember in the morning. Nothing that’d get me the pitchforks and torches treatment.”

Steve chuckled airily, thumbing at the button of Eddie’s jeans.

“You didn’t have to work for that.”

The grip on his hair tightened, pulling at the roots. Steve’s head went with the motion, the pain a pleasant tingle down his spine.

“Too soon?” he mused, completely missing the playful tone with how breathy his voice came out.

“I’m pretty sure half the population of Hawkins still has their pitchforks by the front door, waiting for my slightest slip-up. Imagine the angry mob if they found out I’m deflowering their god-fearing youth.”

“Fuck god,” Steve spat out earnestly, his neck bent back, his eyes glazed over yet piercing as he stared back at Eddie.

Eddie grinned, dark and hungry and it went straight to Steve’s dick. It twitched, hoping for a round two, and he hasn’t even seen him. His hand was anchored in the waistband of Eddie’s jeans.

The hand on his head pulled him back in. The grotesque face of his friend in front of him studied him like a precious jewel.

“Steve Harrington, saying ‘fuck god’ with his hand on my dick,” he purred, a row rumble that moved the bed and Steve’s body. “I could come right here.”

Steve’s hand tightened on him. He frowned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, eliciting a startled laugh from Eddie. It died down when Steve finally, finally, popped the button of his jeans open. The zipper followed with no preamble and then he started struggling to get Eddie out of the confines of fabric. He let out a frustrated whine, dipping his hand in to at least feel it until his friend took mercy on him and sat up on his knees to shimmy down his jeans and underwear.

The motion made him tower over Steve and as his dick sprung up in all its glory it hung right in front of his face, making him go cross-eyed. The jock went silent.

“Well? What’s the verdict?” Eddie asked playfully, covering his own anxiety. Despite the good reception so far, not every guy was okay with another boner in his face, let alone as fucked up as his. All huge, ribbed and pale. The precum glistening on his tip was shimmering like an oil spill.

“Holy fuck,” was all Steve said, leaning back to take him in better.

Eddie huffed in amusement, ready for another playful quip, until Steve’s hands landed on him. His breath hitched.

Steve’s fingers brushed over the ribs on his dick, digits dipping and stuttering over the fleshy bumps. It was just a featherlike touch but the wave of lust that hit Eddie’s senses almost made him bend over. He breathed out hard, watching transfixed as Steve got a better hold of him and leaned in to rub his cheek against him.

“So big,” he murmured, closing his eyes and actually inhaling. Eddie whined at the sight.

He closed his eyes for a second, needing to collect himself, which made the next sensation even more of a punch in the gut. Steve turned his head, brushing his lips over the flesh. Eddie’s eyes fluttered back open, not wanting to miss the sight of him nuzzling his dick. He rubbed his nose up and down before pressing in and taking a breath.

“You smell good,” he said dreamily right into Eddie’s cock, making the hot breath wash over him. It made him shudder and demon or not, he already knew he wasn’t gonna last long.

Steve must have felt it because while holding his dick with both hands he started rubbing his parted mouth over it, lips catching and pulling on the ridges, the hot puffs of air making Eddie tremble. It turned into tentative licks and kisses all over his shaft, his exploring hands rubbing up and down. After an eternity of teasing, his tongue lolled out of his mouth, licking along his shaft and latching on to suck on the skin.

Eddie moaned, the sound low and scratchy in his throat.

Steve’s hand was on his hip, urging him to lower back down.

“C’m here,” he motioned, impatient to get better access to Eddie’s dick. The metalhead sat back on his haunches, now more level with his lover. Steve’s hand flew to the wetness at his tip immediately. He dipped his fingertip in the shimmery precum, studying it before meeting Eddie’s gaze. “I sure hope it’s not poisonous,” he quipped, eyebrow arching.

Eddie huffed out an amused breath.

“Me too,” he said, half joking. He couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, after all.

Steve didn’t seem to mind that much if dipping his finger into his mouth was any indication. Eddie watched transfixed as he sucked and lapped on it.

“Tastes weird. Kinda coppery,” Steve gave his judgment, his tongue out. It shimmered just like Eddie’s precum and he breathed hard at the sight. “Like sparkling water.”

Eddie opened his mouth to add his own snarky remark but then Steve leaned in and started sucking. With no time to rein it in, the demon let out a low groan, almost a growl. Steve trembled at the sound, pressing the flat of his tongue at the slit and lapping experimentally.

A hand embraced his head, clawed fingers brushing his hair behind his ear, thumb pressing against his cheek. He looked up, straight into the fiery wells of hell. He jerked back gasping for air, suddenly feeling like he was drowning. His head pushed into Eddie’s palm, whose fingers instinctively tightened their grip, digging in. Steve nearly choked at the sensation, pushing in further until the hand twisted, grabbing his hair and pulling back harshly.

Steve moaned, his body arching and in turn, brushing against Eddie’s shaft. His eyes watered from pain and when the grip on his hair loosened he sprung back up, blinking the tears away in a daze.

“You okay, Steve?” Eddie’s voice brought him back to the task at hand. His fingers, still wrapped around metalhead’s dick, flexed as he nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he assured, before leaning back in to circle his tongue around the head. When he dipped into the leaking slit in front of him, Eddie’s fingers returned, gripping tight like he was the one grounding the demon.

Despite his best efforts, with tears in his eyes and the corners of his lips stretching in pain, he could only fit the tip of Eddie’s cock inside his mouth.

He sat back, visibly frustrated.

“It’s never going to fit in my ass,” he stated, frowning at the dick in front of him as if it offended him.

At this, Eddie grabbed his face between his palms, rubbing it with a sincere gaze.

“I don’t wanna be dramatic-”

“Nuh-uh, you love being dramatic.” The jock called him out.

Eddie pressed a thumb over his lips to silence him.

“But I’m gonna do everything in my might to make it work.”

They stared into each other’s eyes, human and demon, with tension that only two idiots playing each other could create. Eventually, Eddie’s façade cracked and the corner of his lips twitched. His hands squished Steve’s cheeks playfully and the man let out an amused huff of breath.

“You’re impossible,” he chuckled with as much fondness as an annoyance.

“Not with the right amount of lube, I’m not,” Eddie’s grin was now back in full force.

“Eddie!” Steve slapped at him, wiggling in his hold that only tightened at his ministrations. Hands clasped on his arms like handcuffs and it didn’t take much to get him pressed onto the mattress like that. Eddie towered over him, his dick pressing right on top of Steve’s hard-on. He pushed his hips down, the mattress dipping under their joined weight. Steve bit on his lip but it didn’t stop the whine that bubbled from his throat right into the air between them.

Eddie cocked his head and hummed in thought. His hips kept moving lazily and with each second it was harder for Steve to stop himself from mewling like a virgin.

“How about I fuck your pretty thighs, Stevie?”

The question barely registered, Steve was too focused on keeping his thoughts and moans inside him. He was pressed into the mattress so hard he could feel the bruises forming. He blinked away the fog from his eyes, focusing again on the monstrosity above him and whatever it was saying. He nodded his head.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Okay?” the demon repeated, grinning with satisfaction. “Then flip around for me, big boy.”

Steve whined when Eddie’s hands stopped pinning him down but with a little help, he turned around. The hands were immediately back on him, this time on his waist, pushing his ass up with little finesse, dragging Steve’s chest and face down the mattress. Steve panted hard, the sheets dampening from his hot breath.

“Squeeze your thighs,” came another command, followed by hands dragging down his asscheeks, claws digging into the flesh. Steve hoped they leave marks.

Eddie pressed gently with his thumbs, teasing the flesh between his cheeks but not focusing there for longs. Steve breathed out a sigh of relief and disappointment.

“Another time,” Eddie cooed before grabbing his thighs and squeezing them together. If Steve’s head wasn’t already on the mattress anyway, he’d lose his balance. He could feel the head of Eddie’s dicks rubbing sloppily at the back of his thighs, his ass. It brushed against his balls and he whined, bucking into him, but Eddie’s hands held him in place.

The fingers dug between his thighs and Steve pushed himself on his elbows, bending his neck to look down where his leaking dick was hanging down and just below it a couple of rough clawed fingers were spreading shimmery substance in the space between his thighs. Eddie was lubing him up with his cum.

He moaned at the realization. He really wanted to get his dick out of the way of the view but he knew he wouldn’t be able to support himself with just one hand. So he wiggled around, bending his neck and moving his arms until he got a better view. Eddie chuckled breathily at his ministrations but didn’t comment.

The fingers circled his thighs again, easily squeezing them together. The flesh where the claws dug in turned white at the pressure. Eddie’s dick, hot and hard, slid down his crack before pressing in between his thighs, grazing his balls and making him whine and his knees give out. But Eddie held him in place, his ass up, and kept pressing in.

Steve watched transfixed as the shimmery head of his dick peeked out. It spread his thighs with its girth but as he slid out, Eddie squeezed them back together. There wasn’t much Steve could do to help out. Eddie was just too big.

The feeling of the demon bending over him was overwhelming. Eddie was radiating heat and panting hotly into his hair, groin pressed against his ass. He rocked his hips and Steve swayed with him. The whole bed did. Maybe even the whole trailer.

It started slow, a press of thighs against thighs as they looked for the best angle, how to make this work for each other. But then Eddie’s body slapped hard against his ass and Steve sputtered, choking on his own saliva.

“That okay?” Eddie asked, not slowing his pace, only gaining momentum, the wet slapping of their bodies getting louder.

“Yeah,” Steve breathed out, finally looking away from the spectacle between his legs when his neck started to creak in protest. His body rocked on the mattress, back and forth with each smack of Eddie’s balls against his thighs. His asshole throbbed in neglect, the sensitive flesh underneath being overstimulated instead. He reached down for his dick and moaned when he finally touched it. It opened a flood of soft sounds, punched out of him with each thrust.

Propping himself up with his arm enough not to suffocate in the sheets, he used his free hand to squeeze his aching balls and tug on his shaft. His hand knocked against Eddie’s dick and the pressure on his thighs disappeared for a second only to reappear when the demon squeezed their dicks together with his huge hand. Steve felt lightheaded.

It took a second, maybe a tug or two and he was spilling on the sheets below.

Eddie rammed into his thighs a couple times after that before disappearing. Without the support and utterly confused, Steve dropped into the puddle of his own cum, loose-limbed and uncaring. He took a glance over his shoulder just in time to see Eddie spilling his opalescent come over his asscheeks and back. He groaned softly, wiggling his butt as some of it slid down his crack.

When Eddie collapsed from his orgasm, trying to fall down next to Steve but the man directed him on top of himself, more than happy to be squashed down. He watched with hooded eyes as Eddie’s tail swayed back and forth in lazy contentment. He reached out, trailing it with his fingers and the appendage responded by circling his wrist. He looked at it in thought.

“Hey…” he started and Eddie hummed in question, the sound more of a feeling across his bones than an actual sound. “Could you fuck me with your tail next time?”

Steve could hear the growl Eddie made reverberate through his whole body. His hips pressed down, squishing the man into the mattress.

“Sure, Harrington,” he answered, voice strained. “Why the fuck not.” He huffed, relaxing back down, Steve a relaxed puddle beneath him. “You freak,” he mumbled, amusement lacing his tone before they both drifted off.

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Affinity - Chapter 7 (10.07)

McDanno, A03. 12k so far.

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas. Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be? (The answer is yes.)

Chapter 7

Steve’s been in the bathroom for ten minutes, which is about five minutes longer than he usually takes. Danny finishes sending a text to the team (essentially "made it to D.C., with Steve now") and is considering turning on the television and looking for something to watch when he hears Steve curse loudly.

“You okay in there?”

Steve grunts in response, which Danny, as an experienced cop, understands to mean “please come in.”

Steve is standing by the sink with a towel slung low around his hips. He’s all skin and bones, with new scrapes and bruises littered all over his torso. And there’s a knife in his hand.

“Steve, pal, what are you doing?” Danny asks, keeping his voice calm.

Steve turns to him, rolling his eyes. “Trying to get rid of this.” He waves at his beard with the knife.

The tension eases in Danny’s shoulders. Stupid, but not life-threatening. “You’re gonna slice your throat.”

“I’ll do my best to avoid that.” Steve turns back to the mirror and brings the knife up to his cheek, his left hand pulling the skin tight. Steve has taken his arm out of the sling, but he’s still favoring it, and Danny doesn’t like how this is going. Steve’s face is cut up enough already.

“How about you get some sleep, and wait until you have a set of clippers to take care of that thing?”

Steve scrapes off another bit of hair (and probably skin), ignoring Danny. Danny thinks of taking Steve’s chin in his hand, running his fingers over his scruff, back in the bright sunshine on Ka’ena Point. He can almost hear the sound of the waves. It seems like a million years ago.

“Let me run down to the drugstore and get a scissors, at least?”

Steve stops, letting his left arm sag down by his side. “Fuck it, shaving can wait.”

“Good choice.”

Danny stays in the doorway as Steve puts the knife back in his kit bag, making Steve grumble as he has to squeeze past him to get out of the bathroom. Danny watches as Steve pulls back the drab hotel bedspread, then nonchalantly drops his towel on the floor and climbs into bed, stark naked.

“Seriously? Did wherever you got that ugly sweater not sell any underwear?”

Steve doesn’t respond, and Danny just shakes his head. Animal. He closes the door and goes about his business, then finds the toothpaste in Steve’s bag and rubs it over his teeth with his finger.

The couch is far too small for him, but at least there’s a spare blanket in the closet. Steve has turned off the lights, but the curtains don’t close properly and it’s far from dark. Danny strips down to his t-shirt and boxers and tries to get comfortable, lying on his side and drawing his knees practically to his chest.

After a few minutes he hears a snort, and looks over to see Steve propped up on an elbow, suppressing a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“You really don’t fit on that couch.”

“No, Steven, I don’t.”

“Why don’t you pull it out, unfold it? It’s gotta be at least a twin.”

“I tried. It’s stuck.” Danny shifts and the throw pillow under his head falls onto the floor. Figures.

After a few minutes Steve speaks up again, but this time the humor is gone from his voice. “How many times have you come after me, Danny?”

“What?”

“How many times – how many times have I fucked something up, and you came to get me?” Steve’s voice is bitter.

“Okay, hang on-”

“I bet you know exactly how many. I bet you complained about it to the flight attendant.”

He does know, but he did not complain to the flight attendant or anyone else. He might have said something to Tani, but it was more along the lines of “thank god, I can finally go bring that idiot home.”

Danny takes in a long breath and lets it out before responding. “You mad at me, pal?”

Steve makes an affronted noise, and Danny knows the answer is “yeah, a little.”

“Steve, you disappeared after your car blew up, and went radio silent for weeks. Sue me if I was worried.” Grace has been batshit over the whole thing too, even with the limited information Danny gave her, but Danny’s not going to bring that up. Steve doesn’t need any more guilt right now.

“I explained about that, I had to go dark.”

“I know.” Danny swallows and says the words. “But I still worried.” It’s the truth, hell, it hardly covers the truth. Danny feels like he’s been living the past two months teetering on the edge of losing his mind, telling himself all day long that Steve can take care of himself, and then spending every night having nightmares over what might be happening to him, if he was even alive.

“You didn’t want me to go in the first place.”

Danny bites his lip. Denying it won’t do any good. “No, I didn’t.”

“You didn’t think trying to save Doris’s life was worth it?”

It’s a low blow, but Danny isn’t going to be baited, not right now. “I was concerned about <i>your</i> life. Someone should be.”

Steve goes quiet, and Danny wonders if he’s fallen asleep. He’s beginning to think that he’ll just crash on the floor, the couch is really not working for him.

“No one’s saying what they’re really thinking,” Steve says.

“What’s that, exactly?”

A long pause. “If I hadn’t gone down there, if I had just stayed out of it and minded my own business for once, Doris would still be alive.”

“You don’t know that.”

“No?”

“No, Steve, you don’t. Definitely not. The CIA, the state department, they were all convinced Doris was dirty. They would have found her if you didn’t, and they wouldn’t have asked her nicely to please move away from the scary drug dealers.”

“I did. I begged her to leave, Danny. I could have gotten her out.”

“I know.”

“She wouldn’t come with me.” Steve’s voice is wet, and it tugs at Danny’s heart.

“I know. You did everything you could. This isn’t on you, Steve.”

Steve’s next response is lost in the catch of his breath, and then he’s shaking and crying, hands over his face as he tries to muffle the noise.

Danny’s suddenly had quite enough of the couch.

“Hey, hey, come here.” Danny lays down next to Steve and takes him in his arms. Much to his surprise, Steve doesn’t protest, letting Danny put his arms around him and hold him close. He strokes Steve’s back over the tangled sheets, petting him like he does with Charlie after a bad dream. “You’re okay, babe, you are. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna go back to Hawaii, and you’re going to swim in the ocean, and cook us steaks on the grill. We’ll eat pineapple for days. The team will give you shit for your mountain-man beard, and Eddie will go nuts having you back. We’ll all be there for you. You’re gonna be okay.”

Steve digs his face into Danny’s shoulder. He doesn’t pull away even after he stops crying, one hand gripping Danny’s shirt, the other tucked underneath them somewhere. Danny doesn’t move either, except to keep stroking Steve’s back.

“I really missed you, Danny,” Steve finally says, his voice muffled. “Tried not to think about it too much. Stay on task. But I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Danny leans his face against Steve’s damp head and breathes him in, fresh and clean and safe.

Steve’s hold on him slowly relaxes, the hand on his waist easing its grip, then opening and sliding under Danny’s t-shirt, pressing warm fingers against Danny’s bare skin. Steve shifts closer, his legs now touching Danny’s, a knee nudging at Danny’s thigh.

Danny shivers, and Steve makes a pleased sound, then presses a tentative kiss to the skin at the base of Danny’s throat.

“Oh,” Danny breathes out, unbelieving, as Steve kisses his neck again, and again, moving up to Danny’s jaw, and then hovering, lips warming the air over Danny’s mouth.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?” His voice sounds like it’s coming from someone else.

“Can I kiss you?”

Danny tilts his chin in response, his lips finding Steve’s. It’s barely a brush at first, hardly there, and then Steve lets out a moan and grabs Danny’s face with his hand, bringing him close and kissing him soundly. Before Danny knows it they’re pressed tight against each other, Steve’s naked body wrapping around him and sending him into sensory overload.

Danny pushes the sheet out of the way and lets his hand run down Steve’s heated skin, over his shoulders and down the muscles of his back. He’s about to go lower, dying to get a handful of Steve’s ass, when some forgotten ounce of common sense manages to leak its way into his brain.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” Steve pushes Danny, his hands grabbing the hem of Danny’s t-shirt and dragging it up over his head.

“Steve, maybe-”

Steve is attacking Danny’s chest now, hands frantically touching everywhere, sending shocks shooting through Danny’s body. He looks up at Danny with wild eyes. “What?”

“Maybe-” Danny sucks in a breath as Steve tweaks a nipple, and grasps Steve’s shoulders to steady himself, “maybe we should slow down.”

A panicked look passes over Steve’s face, and he jerks away. “Sorry Danny, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, no, hey, that’s not what I’m saying.” Danny curves over Steve, trying to meet his eyes. He kisses him, gently, even as Steve squirms. “Come on, let’s just talk for a minute.”

“I don’t want to talk.”

Danny huffs. “This isn’t news.”

“Forget it, all right? You don’t need to do this. You don’t have to stay.” Steve turns away from Danny, curling in on himself. And people say Danny is the dramatic one. But Steve’s in a rough place, and Danny is more than willing to cut him some slack.

Danny slides down next to Steve, stroking his shoulder and pulling the blankets back up over them both. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not going anywhere, okay? That’s not what I meant, you know that, think about it. You just told me you weren’t ok. I heard you, right? I get it. You’re not necessarily in the best frame of mind to be making decisions right now.”

Steve twists around and glares at Danny. “Of all the decisions I’ve made lately, this is the one you question?”

Danny can’t help but grin. “Babe, I question all of your decisions.”

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I’ve been waiting for this a long time, and I don’t want to screw it up.”

Steve stills. “Been waiting for what a long time?” he asks carefully.

Danny pushes his fingers into Steve’s beard and rubs at his jaw. “For this. Us. For real.”

Steve leans into Danny’s touch, holding his gaze. “I have, too. And I’m not going to freak out in the morning. I promise.”

“Did I say I thought you were going to freak out? Maybe I’m going to freak out.”

Steve frowns. “Are you?”

Danny leans his forehead against Steve’s. “No. No, I am not.”

“Okay, well, that’s settled.”

“Yup.”

Steve leans in and kisses Danny, long and slow, and Danny can swear he feels it all the way down to his toes.

“You’re quite good at that,” Danny says when they pull apart.

“I aim to please,” Steve says, leaning in again. This time the kiss is more heated, Steve’s tongue parting Danny’s lips and pushing hot and wet into his mouth. Steve’s hand roams over his head, down to the back of his neck, and cups his chin, angling Danny’s face exactly where he wants it.

Steve’s body is hard and tight and when Danny finally looks up, Steve is holding himself over Danny as if he could do it all day long. There’s a gleam in Steve’s eyes that Danny’s never seen before, and it sends a thrill down his spine.

Then Steve’s left arm buckles, and Steve slumps down, half on top of Danny. “Ow. Ow ow ow.”

“Hey, easy there,” Danny runs a hand down Steve’s shoulder, over the offending arm. “Take it easy. No need to show off.”

“What, I should just lie here and let you have all the fun?”

The image of Steve spread out underneath him, obediently allowing Danny to worship every inch of his body, is incredibly appealing. Maybe another time.

“I think maybe you should avoid injuring yourself further, that’s all.”

Steve grimaces and rubs his bicep. “It hurts like fuck.”

“Have you taken anything?”

Steve doesn’t answer.

Danny eases out of bed and finds his backpack on the floor. He didn’t pack much, but he’s never without a bottle of ibuprofen. Feeding it to Steve is a familiar task, and he doesn’t even bother to ask if he wants water with the pills.

“Thanks, Danny.” Steve sighs. “Not a very romantic night, huh?”

Danny climbs back into bed and shuffles under the covers. “I’ve seen you try romantic, babe. We don’t need to go there.”

“Very funny.”

There’s an awkward pause, Danny lying on his back next to Steve, almost chaste, wondering what’s going to happen next. Then Steve grabs Danny and pulls him close. Danny lets him, resting his head on Steve’s chest and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Don’t want to let you go, Danny,” Steve says, almost apologetically.

“Same,” Danny says. “Just rest, okay? Tomorrow we’ll go back to Oahu, get you home. Take it from there. One step at a time.”

“Danny,” Steve breathes into his ear, “With you here, I’m already home.”

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Musical mood for this chapter: Lovesong sung by Adele.

#H50 #mdanno #Hawaii Five-0 #10.07 #H50 fic #mcdanno fic #my fic

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