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Never Ending Proposals

Steve Harrington x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2267 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Steve really wants to marry the reader, and will NOT give it up but at a certain point, he has to face reality.

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“Steve…no”

“No”

“No Harrington”

“God, what is wrong with you? We are not getting engaged”

With the way you just kept repeating yourself, you were sure that someone was going to have you committed but it wasn’t entirely your fault.

He just wouldn’t drop it.

No matter what you tried to tell him, Steve refused to accept that you weren’t ready to be his wife yet.

You got it, you really did. You had heard his fantasy over and over again, about all the kids and the camper van and all that.

It sounded nice… after you had secure careers and could actually afford a camper full of Harrington's. Until then, you were just going to keep saying no, and it didn’t matter how sweet Steve was, or how much he genuinely meant each proposal.

As far as you were concerned, Steve Harrington was still a child, and so were you. Neither of you had any business getting married or starting a family yet.

Just last week, you’d lost Dustin in the mall, and you were confident he was easier to handle than an infant. At least, you hoped he was, considering how much trouble he caused the two of you all by himself.

How were you supposed to juggle everything you already did on top of marital responsibilities? You couldn’t.

There was no way to feasibly make it work.

Not that your partner saw that as clearly as you did, as evidenced by the fact you were once again talking about it, this time driving down the road.  

“I just think it would be nice, y’know?” Steve hummed, getting that dreamy look in his eye again, even though you’d already shot this particular fantasy down once this week.

You smiled in spite of yourself, enjoying the fact that he’d clearly given the more romantic parts of his plan some decent thought. In every way except the practical, he knew exactly how it would go down if you agreed.

Unfortunately, you had your focus placed firmly in reality, where there was no ring on your finger and you liked it that way-for the time being, at least.

“It would be nice, but we aren’t ready” you reminded, resting back fully against your chair, turning your head to meet his gaze before he returned his to the road.

That wasn’t he wanted to hear.

Part of you felt bad for shooting him down so readily. You understood the sentiment, and it would be a lie to say that his insistence on being with you was romantic but it was also crazy.

If you went through with it now, it would be like playing house. It wouldn’t actually be something you could sustain all on your own, and that was just the marriage part. You were even less ready to be parents.

You didn’t even have reliable parents of your own. You wouldn’t know how to be them.

“Why not? We always make it through, together,” he kept going, muscle memory almost entirely driving him now, as he ran his left hand through his hair, only partially focusing on the road.

From where he was sitting, it made perfect sense.

Sure, getting married young like you were was a little unorthodox, but it wasn’t entirely uncommon, especially in a small town like Hawkins. Besides, if anyone had any hope of making it work, he was sure it was you.

The two of you, getting through things together and making it work, no matter what. That was who you were and who you’d always been, for one another.

Marriage was just a formality.

A way to make it permanent, forever.

“We could definitely handle marriage” Steve shrugged decidedly, taking your silence as as much of an answer as he was going to get for now.

He knew you weren’t ready, but it didn’t bother him. You were worth waiting for and if waiting was what you wanted to do, you would do it.

…but he wasn’t going to stop proposing.

Steve made up his mind. He wanted to marry you more than he’d wanted anything in a long time and he wasn’t about to let you forget it.

Not that you could even dream of something like that.

You were painfully aware of the situation at hand, sometimes to the point that the pressure nearly crushed you. After all, Steve had dated a lot of girls before you, and of all of them, you were the one he chose to propose to and not just once.

He had proposed to you more times than you could keep track of, though the most memorable ones had certainly carved out a place in your mind.

The first time, for example, you and Steve had gone to the park and halfway through your walk, he’d made up his mind, and dropped to his knee right there.

Then there were the most elaborate schemes of all; like the time he’d sent a single slip of paper to your house every day for a month, all with the same proposal penned into the paper in blue ink, or when he’d hidden his grandmother’s diamond in a soda can.

Each and every one was crafted with so much effort and care, and he’d put so much time into every individual moment and detail.

It was a beautiful testament to how much he cared for you, and part of you wanted to say yes.

…but you couldn’t.

Wouldn’t. Not until you knew the time was right.

“We could. But first, we have to handle the video store” you reminded, pressing a soft kiss to Steve’s cheek before ducking out of the car entirely, leaving the man you loved to once again ponder over another failed conversation.

“I can handle the video store” he muttered, content to enjoy another day by your side, even if it was just as your boyfriend.

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“Hey Steve” you called, rounding the corner to the horror section where he was restocking inventory, finally making up your mind, once and for all.

As endearing as he was, and as genuine as his feelings were for you, something had to change.

The pressure of all this marriage and babies stuff was going to drive you crazy, and you couldn’t feel like he was just constantly waiting for you to say yes, like you were keeping him from the one thing he really wanted.

Like being his girlfriend wasn’t enough anymore.

As soon as he heard your voice, the man stopped dead in his tracks, glancing at you over his shoulder, a huge grin on his handsome face.

“There’s my favorite girl. How were the romantic comedies?” he hummed, referring to the section you’d been assigned for the night.

Right now, it was just the two of you on the floor, given the fact Robin had drawn the short straw and was currently locked in the back room. Normally, that would mean a fair amount of sneaky kisses and misquoted movies, but not tonight.

Tonight, you couldn’t stop thinking about the talk you’d had on your way in and you needed some closure, before you drove yourself crazy.

“They’re fine. I was just thinking and I wanted to run something by you” you tried, watching as Steve immediately put down the box he’d been working on and turned his fullest attention to you, as if there was nothing else in the world.

Which, to be fair, there may has well been, in Steve’s mind.

“Sure, what’s up?”

His words hung in the air for only a moment before you finally blurted out what you’d been thinking about all day, without any of the tact you’d been hoping for.

“I need you to stop proposing to me” You started, slightly panicking now that it was all out in the open. Almost instantly, you felt that weight on your chest, no doubt punishment for crushing whatever happy family dream your boyfriend had for the two of you.

Understandably, there was silence between you for a moment as Steve tried to process what you were telling him.

Thankfully, you stepped in again before he could let his brain run wild with this new information. You wanted to make sure that he understood that you weren’t telling him no forever, or ending things, all you wanted to do was wait a little bit longer.

After all, you had ever intention of marrying him, as soon as you reasonably could.

“I love you, more than anything, and one day, you will be the most amazing husband. I just want to wait a little while longer” you cooed, speaking as quickly as you possibly could.

More silence.

By this point, you were sure that you’d upset him, maybe more than you ever had in the course of your relationship.

There was no way to know for sure considering Steve, the most expressive person you’d ever known, wasn’t actually saying or doing anything.

Until, of course, he did.

All at once, the man you loved was standing in front of you, holding your hands gingerly in his own as if you may actually slip through them if he wasn’t careful.

“What is it? Are you worried about your parents? Or my parents? Is it money? Because I can take more shifts. I’m just saying, I could definitely support you, we can figure it out” Steve assured, squeezing your hands, his face so close to your own that you could see the slight flecks of green in his eyes.

Which, of course, nearly melted you.

While you knew it was a bad idea, it was moments like this that made you want to marry him that much more.

He was so amazing.

You knew that there was nothing Steve wouldn’t do for the people he loved, and somehow you’d found yourself in the middle of that…you were lucky to be in love with him, you knew that.

All you were asking was to be with him, in this moment, instead of constantly yearning for a future that you weren’t prepared for yet.

“It’s none of that. I just can’t handle the pressure of it. I don’t want to feel like I’m letting you down” you sighed, deflating at his earnestness.

You loved him so much, and you just needed that to be enough for now.

Steve nearly scoffed at that before forcing it down. Clearly, even though it made no sense to him, that was how you were feeling and he had no right to take away from that.

“You could never let me down,”

Say what you may about Steve Harrington, but he was nothing if not determined to be happy and nothing brought him more happiness than his girl. You were his everything, and if he had to give up every other one of his vices to make you his, then he would just have to learn to live without the rest of it.

It was unbelievable to him that you were actually his girlfriend, and even a smile from you could brighten his whole day and send away the rain.

No matter what you two went through together, you had always been by his side, and the truest love he’d ever had.

The least he could do was try to return that favor for you.

That being said, this morning when he brought it up, he knew that you weren’t going to be happy with him but he didn’t really care. He wanted you to be his wife, and would do whatever it would take to get to that point.

Which wasn’t fair.

At some point, he should have considered the position he was putting you in, and since he hadn’t, Steve was grateful you’d brought it up.

The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make anything harder for you. That was quite literally the reason he wanted to marry you in the first place, so that he could make sure you were always content.

“I love you, that’s what this whole thing is about. So, if you aren’t ready, we’ll wait” he decided, a flood of relief washing over you in an instant.

That was all you needed to hear.

That he wasn’t angry with you, and that he was okay with putting off any greater life planning until you were actually prepared for them.

Steve wasn’t thrilled about it, of course, but he knew what you were saying. In fact, this was one of the reasons he loved you so much. You were so much more realistic than he was, and if he didn’t have you, it was possible that he wouldn’t be able to function even half as well.

“I love you” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you fully now, in what had to be the most comforting hug you’d ever shared.

Not that you could be shocked, even now.

Everything that Steve ever did made him feel that much more irreplaceable to you and he really was. It warmed your heart to know that he was so serious about all of this, and that he really did love you as much as he claimed to.

“I love you! We’ll get there. I promise” you whispered back, giving him a strong squeeze before pulling away almost completely, though not far, considering the fact that you could still feel his breath fanning your face.

“Okay, then I have a promise for you,” Steve grinned, tapping his chin, almost as if deep in thought, before he finally made up his mind.

“I promise that the next time I propose will be the last time”

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[mysticmunson]

walls of jericho (e.m.)

summary: eddie's guard has been up for everyone, but you make his reservations tremble, and he doesn't know what to think of that.

authors note: hi i wrote this and it's very angsty. the semester is finally done so i'll hopefully be around more :) much love. xx elora. (my blog is 18+)

warnings: allusions to smut, angst, eddie being bad w emotions :( (there’s a happy ending) eddie is 22 and reader is 21 :)

thank u to my loves @lilacletter @bimbobaggins69 and @andvys who i spoke about this fic with! :D

As soon as the words left your mouth, Eddie thought he was dreaming, that you weren’t sitting on his bed and timidly asking him a question he never expected. You nervously twisted the hem of your black cotton skirt, not daring to look into his eyes that widened with surprise.

“Will you take my virginity, Eds?”

He knew you were having a hard time intimately as you told him almost everything, with a few failed dates ending with a peck on the cheek. As you both grew older, it became more embarrassing for you to be so inexperienced, even if he assured you it was fine.

Perhaps it was a stupid idea that shouldn’t have been announced, but his response made it even worse after he was assured you were being serious.

“Only if nothing changes then okay.”

His hands roamed to uncharted territories, feeling how your skin warmed beneath him and your breath staggered. His lips touched yours for the first time after years of only meeting the apples of your cheeks.

Your voice bounced from your chest as he entered you, the soft hymns of your pleasure clashing with the harshness of his room. He hushed your winces as you accommodated to his latex-covered cock, never more vulnerable than at this minute. 

His bister eyes bore into yours, mouths agape as your breath exchanged for gasps, while he was applying pressure to the bundle of nerves beneath your navel. Bliss arose from thin air as you finished, his hips stuttering shortly after as some of his body weight remained on you. 

As his nose pressed to your ear, he knew he fucked up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move until you squirmed. Rolling to his side, he didn’t meet your gaze that shot at the side of his cheek. 

“How was it?” You asked meekly, pulling his sheets to your chest to cover yourself, adjusting to the viability of his old pillow. 

“Good, you’ll make a dude real happy.” He quipped, staring at the popcorn ceiling above him, not daring to welcome the immense warmth he felt coating his gut. He told himself it was because he was in orgasmic bliss and that he knew you’d delight someone with your body.

The night went on after clothes returned to both of your bodies, he noticed your abnormally quiet demeanor, but decided you must be a little shocked at the recent events until you went to leave.

“You make me happy, Eddie.”

He shrugged, mumbling a ‘you too’ as he yanked off his shirt from today and put on an older band tee with a hole on one of the seams. He’d remove his sweatpants once you left.

“No, Eds, I mean… You make me really happy, I like you.” You spoke, sounding celestial in a cream-white blouse. With the look he gave you during sex, it gave you the motivation to speak your mind, but now with his silence, it felt grim. “Please say something.”

His back was to you now, looking down at the wrinkled sheets, cursing the fact he let it get this far. He couldn’t face his emotions now, he needed to be alone.

“You didn’t say anything.” He stated coldly, but you awaited some hope, that this couldn’t be the result. “The one thing I said was that nothing changed.”

“Nothing has changed, Eddie, it’s just-” You consoled, but the burn behind your iris’ were betraying you.

“No!” He snapped, turning to face you with beet-red cheeks, “I told you no feelings, don’t try to make me the bad guy. You’re my best friend and we need to agree that you didn’t just say that, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

With that he stomped to his front door and swung it open, waiting for your heavy footsteps to leave in embarrassment. His head hit the door as it shut, biting his lip and clenching his eyes shut. It was for the best, he’s doing this for both of you.

That was hard to believe as he heard your choked cry before your car purred, pulling from the trailer park until it became a small light near the highway. Grabbing a beer, he switched on a record and took off his pants. 

He lit the rolled blunt tucked in his bedside table and took a deep hit, feeling his fingers tingle as he vanished into the thrashing of Steven Duren through his boombox. The walls of Jericho etched inside of his mind teetered, but never fell and he wouldn’t let that happen.

The barriers within him remained stagnant as he went through the next week, remaining his chaotic self on the battlefields of Hawkins. He showed up full of energy for Hellfire, only earned one day of detention, and sold to more clients than normal.

Meanwhile, the drive home was one of the most humiliating moments of your life, trudging inside your apartment and getting in the shower. It was foolish to believe he liked you this way, just based on how kind he was with you. Your stomach churned at the thought of him looking at other women as he did to you, that every ounce of sincerity you believed was contrived.

The week came and went as you worked and caught up on school, focusing on that instead of on yourself. How sometimes you could smell his cologne from his presence weeks ago, feeling the grazing embrace at encompassed your shaking frame only to be left alone in your bedroom.

You had called Robin and Steve to catch up as they missed movie night the Friday before, the night you and Eddie became closer then further than ever. The diner floors were freshly waxed, your shoes announced your presence before you could say hello.

“Hey, what’s up?” Robin questioned as you sat, “Where’s Freakazoid?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, grabbing the plastic-covered menu, and looking at the fake images of the food that wouldn’t hit your table. The mention of Eddie made you queasy, anxiously pondering if every time you left your apartment is when he would call, but each time, the call log remained barren.

“What? You two are inseparable, I thought you held hands when you pissed.” Steve joked, but was genuinely curious about the metalhead’s disappearance. 

Robin and Steve hadn’t seen Eddie since last week when he returned a VHS copy of a western that Wayne liked. Nothing seemed peculiar and they told him why they couldn’t make it to movie night a few days later as Robin got a B on her calculus test. Her grades seemed to be the one thing her mother focused on, so she was grounded aside from work. 

Your continued silence made them confused further, looking at one another to see if there was a missing component, but nothing was transmitted. A waitress came by to collect your order before heading off, coming back briefly to give you your drink.

“What happened?” Steve asked, noticing your shoulders tensing and scratching at your collarbone. 

The humility was consuming you, unable to pick up your phone and call him, the number you knew by heart. The self-confidence that you had been working on vanished over a few sentences, your face shoved into your pillow as you drifted into the white noise.

“Nothing, just needed some space.” You disclosed, revealing the slight truth without too much of the bigger picture. 

“Lies. Lies. Lies.” Robin bites with no malice, sipping her Dr. Pepper from the glass cup, “You’re acting weird, don’t act weird, that’s hair’s job.” Steve elbowed her arm at the dig, scoffing as he drank his Coke, fidgeting with his watch. 

The truth sat on the tip of your tongue, knowing it would feel better to remove it from your sole subconscious, but it also held a bomb. One that would reveal the intimacies, your naivety, and Eddie’s coldness. The two were a sarcastic pairing, but they weren’t cruel.

“Eddie and I slept together, my first time.” You mumbled, looking at the gold dainty rings on your fingers before up as Steve choked on his drink, not expecting the answer. He would’ve heard of it from his friend, surely, but he also knew you wouldn’t lie.

“What the- So what happened?” Robin caught herself, seeing your defeated expression as you drew shapes on the table with your fingers.

The hardest part became lodged in your throat, constantly in an internal battle of if Eddie was being cruel or honest or some odd combination. His words were blunt, but he began with them. It was you who spoke out of turn, but it felt so cruel.

“I told him I liked him,” You whispered, the wavering in your voice rising, “He told me we agreed on no feelings and that he wouldn’t be made the bad guy. He made me agree that I never said anything, but he hasn’t spoken to me since.” 

 Looking dumbfounded, the pair opened their mouths to provide comfort, but the waitress returned with their meals. For Robin, a plate of pancakes, and for you and Steve, two burgers and fries. Grabbing the ketchup, you tapped the bottom of the glass to slide some out.

“Shit, Y/N,” Robin breathed out, eyes still widened, “I’m sorry that’s-“

 The sound of your drink hitting the table ceased her reply, though the action wasn’t done with intention on your part. 

“No, no. I shouldn’t have said anything, he said from the beginning he didn’t…” You trailed, eating a fry to push the wail down your scratching throat, “Like me.”

Wiping his mouth with the white napkin, Steve scoffed, pointing in your direction. “Don’t, he’s being a total jackass! He shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” 

Nodding, you let Robin divert the conversation to something else that consumed her mind, more than happy to think of anything, but those brown eyes looking in yours. Halfway through a story about an interesting couple that made their way to the beaded back section of Family Video, you excused yourself to the restroom. 

Waiting a brief moment, neither one of them could hold back the commentary they desperately wanted to spill, but refraining for your own well-being. 

“What is his problem!” Robin scoffs, shoving a syrup-covered bite in her mouth, “He had to have known how she felt, I mean, she’s not exactly the best about holding her love back.”

It was true, you were affectionate to people you cared for, and Eddie was one of your closest friends. You had seen him at his lowest and highest, for every midnight drive and stroll in the mall. You didn’t falter your affection when kids began to tease you both with Eddie receiving the brunt, choosing to stay at his side. 

The feelings were contemplated for years, many mocking your demeanor in which you would shrug off their teasing. But the constant reminder of how you did act differently with him lingered until one day you sat across from him silently as he wrote out his latest DnD campaign that you knew. It scared you, but somehow being hurt by him would be okay in your mind if it meant you could have him briefly.

“It’s weird as hell, man. I’m gonna talk to him, it’s not fair to her.” Steve mused, sympathizing with the abandonment of a first lover not reciprocating their feelings.

While Steve’s first had been a random girl at a party, he still experienced immense pain sitting beside her in geometry. He didn’t even want to conceptualize the pain you must be enduring, hoping it would vanish rather than fester. 

After you returned, the discussion resumed about strange customers and annoying strangers until there were only crumbs and reminisce of syrup. 

Waving goodbye, you went back home, the quiet car ride reminding you too much of that day just last week that had you crying all over again. 

Steve dropped Robin off at home before driving to Forest Hills with Eddie’s van nowhere to be seen. Groaning, he smacked the steering wheel, now deadset on finding his friend before the sun went down. 

As he went through town, he looked for the car, stumbling across the record store sticker between a Radio Shack and Dairy Queen. Spotting his target, he pulled into the parking lot and headed inside, the dust swirling as the wind brushed past the old types of vinyl. 

A girl with long black hair was talking to Eddie, feeling his muscles through his leather jacket and fluttering her eyelashes. He watched as she noticed the time, scribbling down a series of numbers.

“I’d love to see you play sometimes, I’ve heard great things about going backstage.” She purred, her voice becoming louder as Steve snuck closer, only appearing when she had vanished.

Grabbing the small paper from his friend's hand, he shoved it in his pocket and crossed his arms. He resembled an upset parent, too tired to deal with bullshit, but caring too much to let it go unnoticed. 

“Hey! Man, what the fuck?” Eddie exasperated, holding his arms up, “Give me that.” 

“No, not until you explain why the hell you’d say that to her.” Steve stated, raising his brows in anticipation. 

What excuse could he possibly give for viciously rejecting his best friend and having a random girl touching him up in a public place, all within days. 

“What? How did you even hear, I thought it was just the two of us in here until you showed up! Honestly thought she’d give me head in the bathroom-“ Eddie began smugly, smirking at how she came onto him on her own accord.

“Oh my God, I don’t care about her, I mean our best friend who’s been crying for a week.” Steve clarified, grimacing at his words.

He didn’t miss as his friend’s face went slightly pale, arms falling to his side, looking to the side at the selection of 1960s hits. 

“It’s none of your business, nothing even happened.” He huffed, turning on his heels before his Reeboks scuffed out of the old building, but Steve was hot on his tail. He never realized how broad his friends' strides were until now, barely able to climb into his passenger door unwarrantedly.

Eddie huffed, his finger tapping against the leather steering wheel cover that was beginning to peel. Steve stared at his profile, anticipating some form of reaction that would involve a yell, but the silence felt heavier.

“Get out of my car, man.” Eddie sighed, looking over at his friend, “I wanna go home and smoke.”

Steve shrugged, stepping from the van and slamming the door, retreating back to his BMW. He clicked the button before pulling away, leaving Eddie in the parking lot with the other older cars.

Truthfully, Eddie should’ve anticipated that Steve wouldn’t give up that easily. So when the BMW pulled into the trailer park moments after Eddie had, he acted annoyed, but let him inside anyways. 

“Don’t be stingy, I want hits too.” Steve said, walking behind him and into his room which had clothes scattered against the ground and beer cans on the dresser. 

“Don’t get fucking pushy, Harrington, why should I give you my good weed?” Eddie questioned, biting words as he pulled out his grinder.

Sitting beside the other man, he began twisting the silver container, hearing the small blades slice the fresh bud that he could smell.

“I just want to know what happened, calm the fuck down. And I should get your good weed because my high school parties made you so much money!” Steve retorted, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, making sure his shoes hung off the bed.

This was true, Eddie was able to help Wayne with bills during high school because of their unspoken deal. Steve would keep the assholes away from Hellfire if Eddie sold him good weed and sold the rest at Steve’s parties. It was a just arrangement and became the building blocks of a peculiar friendship.

The pair sat with just the sound of the old AC machine filling the space as Eddie took rolling paper and set it on his thigh. Years of practice came in handy, assembling the blunt in record-breaking time and lighting it with the lighter from his right pocket. 

Taking a hit, Steve remembered why he used to smoke frequently, it was soothing. Definitely much easier to take than alcohol which left him groggy and nauseous the following morning.

“So?” Steve began as his friend's shoulders visibly tensed, taking a deep drag and holding it in his chest before it seeped through his cracked lips. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie falsely assured, picking at a piece of skin beside the nail of his middle finger, and looking down at his lap.

“Cut the crap, dude.” Steve snapped, but regained slight composure at the reminder that Eddie would likely not respond well to hostility, “She told me and Robin what happened.”

The forced laugh sounded bizarre, but he kept up the facade of being annoyed with you for being hurt. In reality, the thought that you went to someone else with a problem instead of him gnawed at him, but it was only because he was the problem.

“I told her from the beginning I didn’t want anything to change, it wasn’t a crime.” Eddie scoffed, gulping when he remembers the disappointment in your eyes, a similar one being in his friends.

He feels a set of chills when he faintly hears your cries from outside his front door in the back of his mind, the smoke on the exhale burning more than usual. He kicked off his tennis shoes, thudding on the floor and rolling twice over. Crossing his legs. he picked at the cut on his hand-ripped jeans.

Steve looked at his friend in silence, the smoke blurring some of his features in the dim light of his room. He wanted to get angry at his words, but he had known him for a few years now and knew there were layers to his emotional presentation.

“What did she say?” Eddie caves, hearing the thumping against his chest in an anxious manner, taking another hit to combat the nerves.

“She said you took her virginity and when she said she liked you, you said you agreed no feelings, that you wouldn’t be made into the bad guy, and that you both need to pretend she didn’t say it.” Steve sighed as his friend winced subtly at the venom in those words, the awaited guilt bubbling, “Remember how Mary made you feel?”

Eddie’s throat constricts at the mention of the mysterious woman he met one night at a bar near Indianapolis, a spur-of-the-moment road trip to see a band he liked when he came across Mary. She had no idea he was seen as a loser and that he was a virgin, she came onto him and he was thriving.

After a quick fuck in the back of his van, he felt overwhelmed as she slipped out the door. His face was flushed as he adjusted his clothes, tossing the condom in a plastic bag he got from the gas station. When he asked if she wanted his phone number, she laughed, pulling down her shirt.

“I don’t roll like that, loverboy.” And she was gone. The intimacy they shared made him believe this was unlike any other time, that she truly was becoming infatuated with him, but she left without a trace.

He hoped he’d be able to win her over until she saw her going into another guy's car, speeding off to the sound of Aerosmith. 

The memory upset him, he didn’t like being vulnerable during sex afterward, only doing quick fucks where they both understood what they were agreeing to. The mere mention of her name put him back in that spot, sitting in silence as he watched her walk back into the club.

“That’s not the same thing.” Eddie cringed, passing the weed to his friend who took the final hit before putting it out in the ashtray. Despite the alleviating drug, they both felt the pressure of the actions and the reciprocations.

“You’re right, it’s not,” Steve accepted, giving his friend confusion for a moment, “It’s actually much fucking worse.” 

Eddie’s blood began to boil as his insecurity soared, Steve was one of the only people who knew about the incident with Mary, and he only discovered it after Eddie accidentally revealed he wasn’t a virgin anymore. He tried to avoid the harsh rejection, but it was hard to explain the story without it.

“No, it was not, asshole!” Eddie rejected, crossing his arms like a petulant child, that resentment of that night and every time someone left him hanging knotted in his body.

“Really? It’s not?” Steve taunted as Eddie shook his head, “Fucking a stranger and them leaving is worse than being your best friend’s first, someone who stood by you through every time you got yourself into trouble, and when they opened up, you raised your voice at them and said they never said anything?”

The reality of Eddie’s words swiftly made him lose his breath, running a hand through his curls, catching on one of his gaudy rings. Removing his finger, he pulled it from his hair, fiddling with the silver band with a small bat engraving.

The ring had been a gift on Eddie’s 16th birthday from you, secretly saving up most of your money from your summer job to pay for it, and one he never took off. 

“Why’d you say it?” Steve asked gently, “It’s not like you man, especially not with her.”

“The last thing I need is to lose her, the greedy part of me couldn’t stomach the thought of her being with someone else either.” He revealed, inadvertently revealing his feelings, “No one would’ve treated her right for her first time.”

“I know you don’t want to tell me how you feel, but you need to tell her. What you did was really fucked up.” Steve added, “It’s okay to be scared, but it’s not fair to hurt people who weren’t. She worked up a lot of courage to do that.”

The mention of courage almost broke his composure, recalling every time you mentioned being terrified of rejection. That your crush on Matthew in freshman year ended terribly when someone told him your feelings, leading to him mocking you in front of everyone.

He hated that he was added to the list of men who did you wrong, even after wanted to beat up every single one before him. He needed to make this write somehow or, at least, soften the aftermath. He had to be something he grew to despise, vulnerable.

Days went by before Eddie finally found the strength to approach you, a sick feeling in his belly that he couldn’t shake as every night passed. He approached your door Thursday evening, his boots sounding against the hollow apartment hallway. He ignored the hidden key by his foot as he knocked, one he would’ve used weeks ago.

The door flew open, the breeze blowing some of the hairs from your glowing face, resting your shoulder against the wood. He fought the urge to slump his shoulders when he saw your face slightly fall, mouth opening to see the tip of your teeth.

“Hey, kid, can we talk?” He adjured, his leather jacket making his skin heat further under the nerves.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You murmured, moving back to allow him in, shutting the door behind him as you went to the living room.

The room was spacious, with a couch from the 70s you had found at a garage sale that Eddie helped you transport it to your home, decorated with blankets and pillows, and a boxy television.

Both of you sat down on the couch, your bare knee touching his denim-clad one, but to his dismay, you move it quickly. He watches as you fidget with your fingers, looking down at your lap.

“How are you?” He asked, scratching his collarbone that had been exposed by his stretched shirt collar. 

“I’m fine,” You nodded, “How are you?”

The response was polite, but it wasn’t you. The tight-lipped smile was a facade, not comparable to the radiance your laugh exuted. 

“M’okay, wanted to talk to you though.” He replied, turning towards you with a knee on the cushion.

“Okay, I just have a, uh, date tonight so it can’t be too long.” You disclosed, turning towards him as his face dropped, the blood in his veins freezing.

Opening his mouth to respond, he nodded, beginning to play with the rings on his fingers. 

A date. You have a date. How could he interject this? What good is it to pour his heart out when you have someone getting ready to see you. He wasn’t one to harbor regrets, but now, he wished more than ever that he hadn’t done what he did. 

In that same vein, he also knew he was shit at masking something he cared about when looking them in the eyes. He couldn’t walk out of here with that same weight on his chest. He needed to wrap it in a bow and leave it at your feet as you chose to share it or throw it away. No matter what, it wasn’t just his anymore.

“I’ve been a dick,” Eddie conceded, “I’m sorry for running last week, you didn’t deserve that. I fucked up.”

Even when mad at him, he watched as you softened at his self-depreciation, something you fought with him about. It scared him sometimes when he would realize just how much power you gave one another with the other.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. At all.” He expresses, the intensity not waning, “As weird as it sounds, I got angry because I knew I felt the same, but I know me. I know my track record, how nothing good ever lasts, and how I screw it up eventually. I- I just can’t lose you.”

Looking at him with a perplexed stare, he saw you contemplating if he was being genuine. You never doubted his sincerity till now, but he could understand why.

“You’re incredible, I don’t know why you’ve been my friend for so long, and why you would let me be your first time.” He exhaled, the faintest smile that didn’t brush his dimples, “You excite me, enchant me, but you scare me.”

Standing to pace, he ran a hand through his valleys of curls, “You scare me because when I was inside you and any other time before, I couldn’t fucking think of anywhere else I’d rather be.” The tears he hadn’t released in years burned as he choked, avoiding your eyesight.

“I know you have a date, so I’m going to go, but I-” He stopped when he saw your feet near his. 

He looked up just before you met his lips, hugging him like a vice as he returned it, trapping each other. The shock of what you were doing was prevalent as his lip quivered, hungrily meeting yours.

“I like you too, Eddie. That didn’t change.” You murmured against him as he said a quick reply and kissed you, “I’ve liked you for longer than I’d like to admit.”

Not giving you time to jump, he yanked up your thighs that soon wrapped around his waist. He, thankfully, knew the inside of your apartment like the back of his hand and found your bedroom quickly.

Before he set you down, he pulled away, almost moaning at your puffy lips and glistening eyes. 

“What about your date?” 

The warmth rose to your cheeks as you pulled yourself closer to his chest, staring downwards. “I lied, I just wanted to see you jealous.”

The fake squawk of repulsion from him made you bite back a smile, seeing his brown eyes enlarged and his pink lips expanded. He dropped you to your bed suddenly, but his body covered yours soon after. 

“Well, mission accomplished, I wanted to slash his tires.” He rolled his eyes, but smiled at your giggle, “You’re an absolute, menace.” 

As the laughter subsided, the look in his eyes softened as the walls of Jericho fell to rubble. You could see the soft slivers of light brown within, the glass-like quality of the eyes you could see with your own closed.

Pushing his hair back from his face as he did yours, it was almost like seeing one another for the first time. Practically every other aspect of yourselves had been revealed to one another except that one small part. The part that contained the future you had no idea existed yet. 

It was in that moment he felt complete tranquility, that everything he fought so hard to protect was safely nestled within your grasp, but he also knew you had been holding it for quite some time now.

“I want you to make love to me, Eddie.” You whispered, your breath fanning his face and stroking all stress-driven crease etched on him.

His agreement was sealed with his mouth, kissing down your neck, lingering on the sensitive points that derived a louder whimper than the one before it. As your eyes fluttered closed, a sharp bite hit your earlobe, making you squeal.

“Eds!” You squirmed, but it was no match for when he placed all his body weight on top of you with a laugh that vibrated you.

“That’s for getting me riled up about your nonexistent boyfriend.” He teased, kissing behind your jaw, rubbing his nose against the soft skin.

“I mean, now I do have a boyfriend.” You sighed, turning your head to meet his throat as he rose, cheek pressing to your forehead. Your lips were so delicate, the scraps of lip balm went to his reddened neck, nibbling on his collarbone.

“Really? Who?” He joked, expecting an extravagant response as he had given you, but he was always surprised by you.

The legs on the bed quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against your core and hands went up his shirt, nails scratching his broad back just enough to leave a temporary mark.

Moaning unabashedly, he buckled his hips against you, fist tightening. Sitting up he tossed his shirt to the ground, smirking as you looked at his body in awe, licking your lips. 

He stood to pull off his jeans, getting his right foot stuck in the tight material. Kicking it off in frustration, you watched fondly at his struggle, removing your own clothes until clad in undergarments.

When freed from the denim, he was about to crawl on top of you before he scanned your body, mumbling a blend of curses. Yet, you sat with a shy smile, giggling at his affections toward you. 

“Oh, you’re gonna ruin me, kid.”

hi im giving you a hug.

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[succubusmunson]

Soft

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: Eddie is determined to show you your worth after having a couple of hard days

Warnings: SMUT (minors DNI), angst, body image issues, self hate, reader crying, gentle dom!eddie, body worship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy ending

WC: 3.4K

(This fic means a lot to me personally and I others can relate to this somehow! happy reading!)

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Eddie admired you. He admired the way you always cared for those around you, the way you were so good at your photography job, and how you took pride in it. What he admired most about you though, was you. Admired the way you were never afraid to show off your body or how much you weren’t afraid to love yourself. Lately, Eddie had noticed a change in you. You were usually so confident in yourself, but recently, it felt like you had been hiding. Not just your body, but just you. You were usually the one to come and talk to him about anything, but you’ve been quiet and he was worried. He thought maybe he had done something wrong, but that wasn’t true at all. You were just going through a tough time with your body and it was hard to find words to explain it all. Eddie was patient though, he would be there when you are ready enough to tell him.

Today was no different. You came home to the trailer and immediately sat down on the couch. Hopefully, the couch itself would just swallow you whole and you could forget about everything that was going on. Being a bigger girl was never easy and lately, it seemed like the problem was getting worse for you. You were never the one to hate your body, you always had confidence in the rolls on your stomach or the way your legs jiggle when you walked. 

Something changed within you though. It was like a switch went off in your mind and you hate everything about you. You could hardly look into a mirror without wanting to break it or cut the fat from yourself. Who was there to blame this on? Was it society for deeming your body type “unhealthy,” or was it yourself for being too much of an over thinker? 

Rather quickly, you pushed those thoughts from your head when you heard Eddie walking up the old rickety steps. You tried to put on your best smile so he could be welcomed home in a nice way. As soon as he saw you, his eyes lit up. The pain in your heart worsened when you realized that not only were your thoughts affecting you, but him when he found out.

Eddie placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, careful to not get grease for the shop all over you. “Hi, sweetheart.” He gave you a soft smile, the total opposite of how he looked. Eddie was covered in grease and his overalls were tied around his waist. You got lucky when it came to him, but did he get lucky when it came to you?

“Hi.” Was all you said, your voice came out softer than usual. Eddie gave you a look, a look like he wanted to pry but he was scared of the reaction that you might have. You watched as he walked back into the room and you let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding in. It was like a sigh of relief once you realized that you were alone again and could stop faking a smile.

It was a bit before Eddie came out of your shared bedroom. You noticed the new change of clothes he had put on before he sat beside you, his arm coming over your shoulder. He turned to you and you noticed the softness of his face. His big brown eyes looked over at your face. What he was looking for, you don’t know. Maybe a sign of happiness, a sign of something. Eddie opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first.

After a clear of his throat and running a hand through his hair, it finally seemed like he was ready to speak. “I don’t want to push you, but you gotta tell me what’s going on with you, baby.” 

And that’s when the dam broke. You felt the tears prick your eyes before they slid down your face and your hand flew up to immediately wipe them away. You didn’t want Eddie to see you this way, you didn’t want him to see you so weak, so.. destroyed. Absentmindedly, you turned your head away from him, you really didn’t want him to see you this way. Before you could fully turn away, Eddie gently cupped your cheek between his forefinger and his thumb, beckoning you to please look at him. A soft “please,” falling from his lips.

After mustering up enough courage, you looked at him and your heart broke at the look in your eyes. His brown eyes were full of sympathy and hopefulness that maybe you would finally tell him what’s been going on. 

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he reassured you as his thumb grazed at your cheek, wiping at your falling tears.

Eddie’s touch made you just want to melt into him, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you had to inevitably tell him what was wrong. Sighing, you got out of his light grasp and stood up and away from the couch. More tears were already falling from your eyes, this time out of fear. Fear that once Eddie sees what was “wrong,” and sees you how you see you, he would leave. At first, nothing came out when you opened your mouth to speak but a strangled and weak breath. Eddie went to stand up, go comfort you, but you stopped him. 

“You want to know what’s so wrong, Eddie?” You were sarcastically smiling through the tears now and that made him even more worried. “It’s me, I’m what’s so wrong.” He tried to stop you, but you put your hand up in protest. “M-my body is what is wrong,” the words got caught in your throat when you first said them, it was like you were finally speaking the truth to yourself and him. 

“Baby, that’s not true.” How was he not seeing it yet? Did you have to put it out to him? Was he that blind to what was right in front of him this whole time? He assured you as he leaned forward from his slumped seat on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees. 

“Not true?” You laughed a little, thinking that it was some kind of sick joke. You began to grab at random places on your body, to help him see. “Look at the rolls on my stomach,” you grabbed at it before moving your hands down your legs. “Or, look at my thighs when I walk.” You sniffled back the tears as much as you could, you wanted your voice to come out as clear as possible. “Every part about me and my body is horrible and I don’t know how you’re so blind to it, Eddie.” 

You backed away once you noticed that Eddie was now standing and making his way towards you. You weren’t  afraid of him, but that didn’t stop you from cowering anyway. Eddie grabbed your arm, not enough to hurt you, but enough to hold you tightly. He led you to the bedroom and stopped in front of the full length mirror. You turned your head away from your reflection, the looks of you beside him making you want to cry even more. 

“Stop that.” Eddie gripped your cheeks softly and moved your head back to look in the mirror. “There is nothing wrong with you or your body.” His hands moved for your face down to the front of your shirt, his fingers working on the buttons. 

“Eddie, what-,” you began to whisper before he cut you off with a look through the mirror and you clasped your lips shut. He wasn’t angry, but you didn’t want to ever make him angry. His head shook as he opened your now unbuttoned shirt and placed his calloused hands on your belly. 

“I’m going to show you that there is not a damn thing wrong with you or your body.” Eddie’s hands ran over your hips and stomach until they came to a stop at the top of your jeans. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are to me?” The buttons of your jeans popped open and he slowly slid them down your legs, caressing your thighs. “I love everything about you.” You felt his lips press against the backside of your thighs. He was kissing all over your thighs, trying so hard to prove how he saw you. 

“Eddie, you don’t have to do this.. really.” Your tears had finally subsided and you could now speak without your voice sounding so broken. You turned around to face Eddie and helped him stand up. He engulfed you into his arms and pulled you close to his body, his chin resting on the top of your head. 

Silence fell over the two of you. It was a mix of comfortable but tense. Where do you go from here? 

Eddie started to move you back until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sat on it. “I’m not done showing you, okay?” He kneeled so he was eye level with you and brushed some hair away from your face. “I want to show you just how much I worship you and your body, okay.” Eddie pressed a kiss to your forehead before moving down to kiss your lips. You lightly kissed back until he cupped the back of your head and swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. “Do you want this?”

Slowly, you nodded your head. Even though you just had a breakdown over your weight and how you felt inside your body, the love in Eddie’s eyes made you feel safe, made you feel whole inside. It was weird how him just caressing your body can make you feel a bit better about yourself so quickly. His forehead came to rest against yours, a soft smile plastered on his face. “I need your words, sweetheart. Need you to vocally tell me that this is okay.” Eddie was being so careful with you and his words, he didn’t want to set you off again. 

“Yes, I want this.” Your voice was quiet, but Eddie gave you a small and reassuring smile when he heard that you wanted it; wanted him. 

Eddie laid your body against the bed and kissed up your thighs. Tonight would be all about your pleasure, all about making you feel good. His lips were soft and he added his teeth to the mix, slowly nibbling against your thigh. “I love these.” Eddie’s fingers dug into your thighs, spreading them further apart. “Love how soft they feel when I throw them over my shoulders and you pull me closer to you.” He threw one leg over his shoulder and traced his finger on the inner thigh of the other one. Your breath hitched when his finger hovered over your clit. “Just let me take care of you, please.”

A cold chill ran up your spine as Eddie parted your pussy lips with his thumbs, groaning at the sight of how glistening you were. “And I love this pussy.” His lips press a chaste kiss to your swollen clit, “always so wet and pretty for me.” A moan slipped for your lips when his tongue slowly swirled around your pussy, slurping up your wetness. He has barely started and you were already putty in his soft hands.

The thoughts about you hating your body was pushed to the back of your mind as Eddie spread your thighs further apart and licked all the way down to your wet hole. You felt his warm tongue slide in and your eyes immediately screwed shut. The pleasure took over your whole body as his tongue swirled inside you, licking practically every inch of you. Your hands flew to his curls, pulling on them. Eddie groaned against you, vibrating your body. 

“Oh god, Eddie.” The arousal mixed with Eddie’s spit dripped down your butt down to the bed. The mixture added with your moans became lewd and echoed off the thin trailer walls. “I- please.” What you were begging for, you didn’t know. You just know that you were so close and Eddie was making you feel so good. 

Eddie pulled away and you leaned up on your elbows to get a look at him. His chin and lips were covered in shine and he gave you a proud smirk. “Does it feel good, baby?” His fingers circled over your clit and kissed at the top of your mound. “All I want is to make you feel good.” 

Your hips bucked up into his touch and let out a sigh. “It feels so good, yes.” You nodded your head repeatedly, getting your point across. 

Gently, Eddie pushed your hips back down and slid a finger knuckle deep in you. You threw your head back against the pillows and you could hear Eddie chuckle between your thighs. “You gotta be patient, okay?” He added another finger and groaned against the skin of your thigh. “You’re so fucking tight,” he scissored his fingers, stretching you open. “God, I’m so lucky.”

A smile grew on your face just as you let out a gasp, “I’m so close already, Eddie.” You reached down a bit and started to roll your hard nipples in between your fingers. “So- fuck.” Your words were caught off in a moan with Eddie going back to licking your clit and suckling it in between his plump lips. Between his fingers and his mouth, your first orgasm of the night hit you hard. Your legs started to shake and your back arched off the bed. Eddie’s name fell from your mouth like a prayer. He groaned against you, curling his fingers as you kept cumming around them. 

Eddie pulled away from your clit and started to slow down his fingers, helping you come down from your blissful orgasm. “That’s it, baby.” He pressed more calming kisses to your thighs before finally pulling his fingers from your pussy, a squelching noise following them. He quickly brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry. “I’ll never get over how you taste.” He moved up your body until his face was just hovering over yours and his lips were mere inches from yours. “Do you wanna taste it?” Eddie waited for you to nod and then he pressed his lips against yours, letting his tongue run over your bottom lip. Your tongue rolled over his and Eddie grounded his clothed, hard cock against you. 

You ran his fingers through his hair and gently tugged, a groan rumbling through his body. “I need you, please.”

“Just wait a bit more, sweetheart.” Eddie started to kiss down your neck and jaw. You could feel him sucking hickeys around your neck, showing you more just how much he really loved you. His kisses trailed lower down the valley of your breast before his lips hovered over one of your nipples. “I love your tits.” His tongue darted out to swirl around it, making you arching up into his mouth. “Just every part of you,” Eddie kissed to your other boob, blowing a breath over the other nipple, “is perfect.”

You bit your lip and made eye contact with Eddie just before he started to suck on your nipple. He used one of his hands to massage your other boob, giving it a squeeze and chuckling against you as you let out a breathy moan. You were growing more wet the more he touched you, you needed him. 

Pulling off with a pop, Eddie stood up at the end of the bed. He began to strip his clothes, starting with his shirt and then pulling down his pants and boxers in one go. His hard cock sprung forward and your mouth watered. The slit of the head practically dripped in his precum. He noticed the look in your eyes and shook his head. 

“There’s plenty of time for that later.” Eddie came back to hover over you, propping himself up on one arm so he doesn’t squish you. “Right now, I wanna make you cum around my cock.” 

Your heart began to beat with anticipation and your thighs spread, welcoming him. The head of his cock nudged against your clit and you whimpered. You were still sensitive from your last orgasm, but you needed more. You always needed more. 

Eddie kissed you again, molding your lips together. His lips never left yours, even when he reached down lined up his cock with your pussy. He thrusted in slowly, the two of you swallowing each other's moans. “Perfect, so perfect, baby.” His forehead rested against yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “I love you,” his hands grabbed at your hips as he pushed his cock in the rest of the way. “So fucking much.” 

Your hips bucked up into his as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “I-I love you, too.” You could barely form the words, feeling him deep inside you taking over your body. 

The bedroom quickly filled up with the noises of skin slapping against skin and moans. Eddie was thrusting in and out of you at such a fast pace, the headboard was hitting against the wall. “Say you’re pretty,” his thumb came down to rub at your clit. “Say it, baby.” 

“I’m pretty.” You whined out the words and tried so hard to compose yourself. He was hitting that sweet spot deep inside you already and he had barely even started. Your legs locked around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you and your nails raked down his back. He groaned out your name above you, causing you to blush. “You’re making me feel good.”

One sharp thrust had you arching your back off the bed and into Eddie’s chest. One of his hands came and rested over your stomach, feeling it jiggle each time he fucked into you. “So soft.” 

He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you into him. “Gonna make me cum so deep inside you.” His hips snapped against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. “My pretty girl,” his head fell to your shoulder. “Mine.”

You clenched around his cock at his words. He was making you believe just how pretty and perfect you are. “I’m so close, Eddie. So close.” You could feel yourself nearing your orgasm and body began to shake. 

“Let go, baby. Cum all over my cock.” 

His words were enough to do you in. Your whole body reacted to your orgasm. Your toes began to curl and your body shook. “Yes! God, yes!” You felt a gush spill out of you and all over Eddie’s cock, soaking the bed. “D-don’t stop, please.” Each thrust of Eddie’s hips were making you cum more, you weren’t stopping. 

Feeling you squirt and clench around his cock, Eddie couldn’t hold it any longer. “S-shit, feels so goddamn good.” His hips stuttered as he came deep inside your pussy. He was filling you with his cum as your name fell from his lips. 

After moments, the only thing heard was heavy breathing. Eddie and you were sensitive and spent, but neither of you wanted to move just yet. 

Eddie was the first to speak up. “I meant what I said,” his lips pressing to your very sweaty forehead. “You are perfect and there will never be anything wrong with you.” He pulled out as he finished the sentence, causing you two to hiss from the sensation. You could feel his cum start to drip out of you but you didn’t mind. 

Quickly, Eddie left the room and came back with a damp towel. He began to clean you up when you finally spoke up. “I believe you.” Each wipe of the towel against you makes you wince just a little. “I believe you, Eddie.”

The towel was thrown somewhere in the room before Eddie came to lay down next to you. He pulled your back against his chest and traced his fingers over the stretch marks that were scattered across your hips. “I will always prove how perfect you are.” Eddie finally made you believe. “Always.” 

You snuggled against him, resting your hand over his. You got lucky with Eddie, he thought you were perfect but in all reality, you two were perfect with each other.

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[alloftheimaginesblog]

ignore it {e.m}

plot: making out in the back of Eddie's van is one of your favourite ways to pass the time

character: eddie munson x plus size female character

part of my eddie munson ‘pretty eyes’ series

He drove you insane; drove your body absolutely crazy. The way you reacted to him barely even touching you, hell just looking at you, was ridiculous. Eddie knew that he had such an impact on you; he knew that if he looked at you a certain way, touched your neck and grazed your ass ever so slightly, he knew that your panties would be soaked. He loved that he had this power over you; loved how malleable you were in his hands - like putty.

The music blasted as his hands roamed your body, groping at your chest, squeezing the fat on your hips. As much as Eddie had a control over you, the control you had over him was much more intense. Eddie loved your body, the way you smelled, the way you looked, the way you tasted. He worshipped every curve, every dip, every groove and bump of you. Each time you lay here, beneath him in the back of his van, he proved to you just how perfect you were to him.

"Fucking Ozzy," he hissed under his breath as he looked down at you, half naked and flushed on the orange shag rug.

You smirked, "That good, hm?"

"You're a work of art. You should be in a museum." Eddie was your boyfriend and he'd seen you naked a lot but each time he did, he had a new supply of compliments and ways to make you blush. It wasn't just the standard 'you're beautiful', 'you look so good', it was new and fresh each time. It wasn't repetitive and practiced, it was a new compilation each time and you believed every word he said about you, "You and those goddamn pretty eyes of yours," he shook his head as he crawled over you, "got such a hold on me, princess."

It was as he was about to kiss you again that the crackle of the walkie talkie that was in the front seat interrupted the two of you and Dustin's voice crackled through, "Dustin to Eddie, Dustin to Eddie, are you there? We have a D and D emergency. I repeat, D and D emergency. We need you immediately at Mike's house... Over."

You looked to Eddie, eyebrow quirked, "A D and D emergency?" You mused, "Sounds serious."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "Just ignore it. Now where were we?" He leaned down again, lips pursed and open ready to capture yours in a heated kiss when the walkie crackled again.

"Dustin to Eddie, I know that you can hear this so stop being a shithead and stop ignoring me! I'm annoying, Eddie, I won't stop until you answer me! You have been warned... over."

Eddie groaned, "He's the shithead."

"Ignore it," you huffed before pulling Eddie down to kiss you. He was surprised by your sudden action but he didn't let the surprise show and immediately eased into the kiss. He loved the way you kissed him, possessive and fast. He liked knowing that you needed him as much as he needed you. With one hand, he began to push his hand into your unbuttoned jeans, moving past your panties and-

"Dustin to Eddie 'the Shithead' Munson!" The sudden shrill screech of Dustin made you and Eddie jump apart, "I know you said not to bother you cause you and (y/n) are banging but this is serious and we need you!"

Eddie leaned back against the wall of the van as you sat up and laughed, "I guess we won't be ignoring him this time." You grabbed your shirt and pulled it on over your head, "Hurry up Munson, it sounds super serious and we need to hurry."

Eddie rolled his eyes as he laughed, "Fuck sake, man. When Henderson grows up and gets his first girlfriend or boyfriend, I can't wait to cockblock the shit outta him."

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[hearts4court]

Could you do Steve Harrington x freakishly strong fem reader? I think it would be so cute for her to just pick him up when he’s annoying her 😂. I just think the interactions would be so cute and funny.

Thank you!

Isn’t she lovely?

A/N: i actually adore this bc you could brutally beat up someone bc you’re so strong and Steve would just be like “isn’t she lovely?☺️” ^^hints the title^^

Pairing: Steve Harrington X fem!reader.

Warning: cursing, Robin third wheeling y’all, pet names(princess, babe, love, etc.), implied smut

Lemme know if i missed anything!

Visiting Steve at his job wasn’t uncommon. He loved having you there when Robin was starting to get on his nerves. And, Robin loved you there too, she loved having someone to talk to other then Steve as she didn’t have many friends.

When you walked into the video store, Robin was at the counter. She blinked at you before smiling and turning away,”Hey dingus, your princess is here!” she called out to Steve, crashing in the back of the store was heard making you laugh and Robin shake her head.

“Y/N!” Steve said, running out the back and picking you up and spinning you around.”Steve!” you giggle making him smile as you kissed his forehead.

“What are you doing here? shouldn’t YOU be working?” he asked.

“the store closed for the day because the air went out, it won’t be fixed till Friday.” you say, causing a big dorky smile to form on his face.

“Wonderful. How about you stick around for a bit? Robins driving me crazy.” he said, receiving a gasp from Robin making both of you turn your heads to the counter,

“How dare you, Harrington!” she said, making you shake your head. “Y’all act like children. Robin has an excuse, what’s yours, babe?” you joke as you hit his arm playfully.

“i hate to ruin the moment, but, dingus you have work to do.” Robin interrupted you two, receiving a groan from Steve.

“Fine.” He said as he went to pick up a box to stock up a shelf, “Here! let me help.” you say as you pick up the box with no struggle, unlike Steve.

He blinked. “What did your parents feed you as a child? steroids?” he asked in disbelief, Steve knew you were strong, but it still shocked him.

“No!” you giggle. “I just work out sometimes. And, a lot of my family is strong. It’s kinda genetic.” you say, causing him to blink more before chuckling.

“Come help me stock this shelf will you? Need someone to hold the box and Robin is to lazy.” he said as Robin flipped him off.

“Children, children. If y’all can’t behave then i’ll put y’all in time out.” you say receiving chuckles from both of them.

You brought the box to the shelf where Steve was standing and held in while he put movie tapes into their correct spot,”you’re so cute when you work, Stevie.” you say, making him blush.

Apparently, Robin heard you two, because a loud cackle was heard from over the counter. “Yeah, Stevie, you’re so cute when you stock shelves after complaining and putting it off for hours.” Robin mocked.

“Shut up, Robin!” he said, sucking his teeth.

"Steve, be nice."you say, slightly nudging him with your knee. He sighed before nodding,"Sorry, sorry."he said, glaring at Robin before taking the empty box from you.

"Hey, you know what i was thinking?" Steve asks, putting his arms around your waist, waiting for your immediate reaction to wrap your arms around his neck. "hmm?" you hum.

"How about we go on a date tonight? I know a great restaurant that just opened up, we should go there." he said, sounding a bit nervous. You couldn't help but smile and kiss his nose,"Of course. And then, we can go back to your place because..."you trailed off, "correct me if i'm wrong.." you smirked," you're parents are out of town, right?" you tease which caused him to blush and bit his lip.

"You're such a tease." he said with a soft laugh as he kissed your neck lovingly.

"but, you love me~~"you say in a low voice lightly nudging him with your hip.

"that i do, babe." he said kissing you with a dorky grin on his face.

oh how Steve loved his life.

Don’t copy, translate or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

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[love-toxin]

grrr i just wanna be the fruity fours chubby gf & have each of them lay on my tummy :(

like you wear a outfit that shows a little more skin than usual bc they’ve helped you gain more confidence. all their brains just completely short circuit. they all make different comments on your outfit, but each one makes you more flustered than the last.

I JUST WANT THEM TO WORSHIP ME AGHHH -🛸

PRRRRR!!!!

(cws: plus size!f!angelface, fruity four, body worship, a lil fluff, a lil spice, the four being soft and thirsty for their gf <3)

being fruity four's chubby girlfriend propaganda.....your tummy is the most coveted napping spot in the house. you'll be splayed out on the couch or the chair or in bed, and so often you'll have a fluffy-haired head (usually Eddie or Nancy) sinking down on your exposed belly to snuggle in and kiss before they fall asleep. Robin especially likes the spot on the floor at your feet while you're sitting up on the sofa, a movie playing on the tv while she sits back and gently rubs your calves, your thighs resting on each shoulder for her head to be squished between while she turns and nuzzles your soft skin. Steve purposely keeps the house warm so you'll be more apt to wear shorts when you're just relaxing inside, half because he loves seeing your bare legs and half because he wants to feel you shiver in delight when he squeezes them as you walk by.

and yes, please, please wear those outfits you like that show off your skin! they're so happy you're comfortable enough to do it, and to pull out those clothes that you've shoved into your closet because you liked them, but were too shy to wear them out. Steve and Robin will have conversations at length about your boobies, about how they look in those cute outfits and how flattering they are on your curves--and for once Robin won't clock him about using that particular word, because she's clearly lost in her own fantasy when they daydream together about the perfect items that would show off those goods, even though in reality you'd never wear them out the door before they'd be tearing them off of you. sometimes Nancy will come up behind you while you're looking at yourself in the mirror, and fix your clothes so they sit where they naturally do and not where you've adjusted them to try and cover certain areas you dislike. it just so happens that that usually means you've got your tummy out and you can clearly see those lines and curves and soft spots, and she just goes feral over it. like really feral, I'm gonna eat you out right here so you can watch your beautiful self cum kinda feral. Eddie does the same thing as well, except he's more apt to get on his knees and kiss your belly if you say bad things about it--cause c'mon, don't insult his favourite pillow! don't hide her all the time! let her out of containment!!

either way, if ever you wonder whether they're really sincere about liking your body type, just stand in front of a mirror or just have your tummy out and available--rest assured there will be someone sniffing you out like a bloodhound and descending on you to turn you into a human pillow or a cum dumpster cause they just can't help it

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[funtimefloof]

Helping (T)eddie Bear

Eddie Munson x plussize!fem!Reader

a/n: I'm currenly on my period and I wanna pass away, the last time it was this painful was 2020 :') I felt the need to write about Eddie taking care of reader during her menstruation. I needed some Eddie comfort. (I'll apologize if he seems a little oc, I tried my best) This is kinda self indulgent, that's why plussize :P

Warnings: tiny blood stain, menstruation, period cramps of agony, lots of fluff and maybe a little cheesy......I got carried away

Wc: 1.7k

!Not proofread!

Agony is one way to describe how I felt, the other way I'd describe it would be that Michael Myers went completely havoc in my uterus.

I shot up from my pillow, my eyes ripped open, before I squeezed them close again, feeling the dreadful feeling in my lower stomach.

That could only mean one thing. As fast as I could I stood up and hurried to the bathroom and just like expected; I got my period.

As sight of frustration left my dry lips. I cleaned myself up and went back to my bedroom, hoping the mess on my bed wouldn't be too serious. Thank fuck, it only was a little stain which would wash out easily.

So I pulled off the mattress cover, went to my bathroom to wash the stain first, before I threw it into the washing machine.

The second I got to my bedroom again, a harsh pain snapped through my lower body, causing me to almost fall as my knees felt like jelly.

Regaining my strength I made my way to the kitchen and went over to the telephone on the wall, before dialing the number. I was out of painkillers, so the only thing that came to mind, was to call him.

It rang and rang, but nobody picked up. Sighting, I hung up the telephone and was already on my way back to my room, before the clear ringing tone of the telephone caugh me off guard. I shuffled over, grabed it and immediately heard the groggy, sleepy voice of the person I adore the most.

"Hey, is everything alright, my love? You're usually not awake this late at night. " He sounded tired, which made me start to feel bad. "Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...." My voice wavered a little as a small tear went down my cheek. He seemed to notice that my voice was off somehow "God, baby no, you didn't wake me, I already woke up a few minutes ago, to go take a piss."

I could hear right through his lie, but decided to not question it any further, cause I didn't want it to end up in a discussion.

He broke the silence again, noticing that I stayed quiet as he just heard almost inaudible sniffs coming from the other line "What's wrong, love? Are you alright?" the concern in his voice was evident, so I quickly replied "Can you please come over? I need you right now."

Hearing the desperation in my trembling voice, he replied without hesitation "I'll be there in 3, love." As fast as he answered, the loud beep on the other line, singalised that he hung up right after, so I did the same.

Leaning against the wall next to it, I took a sharp intake of air, before small whimpers and cries left my throat as tiny tears went past my eyes. The pain was so uncomfortable and highly unnecessary at this time of night, I thought.

Not even 3 minutes passed and a few rushed knocks were heard at the front door of my trailer. Leaving my spot on the wall, I went over and opened the door, meeting the eyes of my favourite person.

As soon as he saw my tear stained face his gaze softened a little. He stepped into the trailer, closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him.

"It hurts so bad, Eds." my voice was muffled due to me being snuggled tightly in Eddie's embrace. Softly stoking my head he let out a small humm, before backing away a tiny bit and leaving a loving kiss on my forehead.

Having already figured out the cause of my pain, he let his hands start to wander and before he had to chance to try and lift me, I stopped him in his tracks "Don't."

"Why, what's the matter?" The stroking motions of his hands on my arms made me melt down into his embrace once again as the cold metal on his fingers gave me a weird but calming feeling. What did I do to deserve this man? He's always such an angel to me.

"I'm to heavy...." As soon as those words left my mouth, he cupped my cheeks with his ring adorned hands and looked deep into my glassy eyes. His expression showed confusion, but at the same time his beautiful brown button like eyes radiated warmth, comfort and reassurance.

"My love-" He took a deep breath, while caressing my face, wiping the new coming tears away "I don't want to hear you talk down on yourself, ever again." He started to leave butterfly kisses on every inch of my face "You, my love, are the most precious creature I've ever laid my eyes on. The only things supposed to leave those pretty lips of yours are, only positive things about yourself and the sounds of pleasure that I get out of you, alright?"

I suppose he tried to brighten my mood with the last statement, which he definitely succeeded with as a quiet giggle left me right after. Sneaky Fox.

Without a warning he picked me up bridal style, which caused me to squeak as I felt my feet lift up from the floor, before he carried me towards my bedroom.

Gently he eased me onto the bed, quickly threw off his leather jacket and his shoes, before climbing in next to me.

My arms sneaked around his torso, while I slowly tried to hook one of my legs around his, trying not to put too much weight on him at once, but he just grabbed my thigh like it was nothing and hiked it up. Once again I snuggled my head into his chest and took a whiff of his scent. My quiet humming vibrated against his chest, while he was lovingly stroking my head again.

I could still feel my insides being ripped apart, but I tried to keep my emotions down, because I wanted to enjoy this moment with him, being held in his arms. We stayed like this for a little while, just existing in this moment together as two people who were so undoubtedly in love with each other.

Sooner or later the pain has gotten to a point where I just couldn't keep quiet anymore, so I just hoped that Eddie couldn't hear my silent whimpers of agony. Despite my fragile attempts, he noticed "Baby, if there's anything you need, just talk to me. I'm right here. Let me know if there is anything you want me to help with."

I silently started crying again, before I broke the silence "Christ, I'm such a sensitive bitch, crying over the littlest things. And you? You're such an angel, so calm and reassuring. Do you have any idea how much my heart hurts just knowing you're the most perfect human that I could've ever asked for in my life?" before I could continue with my rant he interrupted me with a small kiss.

"Love, as much as I love you throwing compliments at me, periods make you sappy. You know, I'm far from perfect. You on the other side? The best and most perfect person." His comment made me look at him with puppy dog eyes before I tightened my arms around him and started to cuddle the hell out of him.

"You are my personal Teddie bear, you know that?" He just chuckled at my statement, before slowly removing his arms around me and smirking down at me.

With a last peck to my cheek he shot out of bed and left the room. Since it was just getting comfortable I was confused for a second, till he returned some minutes later with a cup of chocky milk (cause chocky milk makes pain go away, yk?) and a glass of water.

After he set the things on the bedside table, he crawled onto the bed again, but this time instead of taking his place next to me, he placed himself at the bottom part of the bed, before slowly starting to lift my legs. I was curious about his actions, so I let him continue. He then shimmied closer, with his knees on the mattress, before he laid my thighs on top of his.

With eyes full of love and adoration Eddie glanced at me, his hands on my hips, as if he was asking for permission to continue. I couldn't deny his sweet face, so I gave in.

He started lifting up the v neck sweater I was wearing, but stopped halfway. The soft touch of his hands ghosted over my belly, while the cold metal of his rings gave me slight shivers.

Not even a minute later, he was using a little more pressure as his hands went a tiny bit lower. In return of his actions he got to hear a relieved sigh. Suddenly his hands switched positions from my torso to my thighs. He kept on kneading them in nice circular motions, before he switched back to massage my lower stomach.

From time to time he switched between those two areas, sometimes leaning over and leaving soft butterfly kisses on my collarbones and my cleavage.

During the time he was handling my body with utmost care I was able to drink my choky milk. Sometimes I'd hiss if he went a little to deep, but as soon as he'd notice he would go softer again.

In the middle of the procedure he began to hum along to my favourite song which, along with the massage I was getting from him, made me really sleepy.

The only thing I could remember before falling asleep is Eddie leaving a loving kiss on my lips "Good night, baby. I love you"

I don't know how much time passed, when I opened my eyes again, but it was still dark outside. Eddie laid next to me, snoring slightly with the moon illuminating his face and I couldn't help but to admire him. I lightly touched the side of his face, hoping he wouldn't wake up "I love you too"

A small smile graced my features before I cuddled myself into him and fell asleep with the help of his breath's calm movement. Two hearts beating as one.

(small nsfw extra)

Imagine Eddie massaging your thighs and your tummy, while fucking into you with a nice rhythm, during your period, because he heard somewhere, that it helps with period cramps ;) (Steve told him)

(not @ me finishing this, on the last day of my period lol. writing takes forever).

Please if you noticed any mistakes, make sure to let me know, so I can change it. ^^

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[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Hey Girl!!! I MISSED YOU!!

Now here me out if your willing/want to I have the filthest one shot idea 😏 I just need your masterful mind to make dreams come true...

Older Eddie needs a prostate Massage and reader is more then willing to help 😏

Hey giirl! That's so sweet 🥺💚 I'm gonna do my best and hope you enjoy it. 💚 My masterful mind? 😭💚 Giiiirl I love you (I forgot the "Older!Eddie part, but hope it works nonetheless <3)

I'll take care of you.

Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warnings; oral, prostate massage (clearly), body worshipping(?), sub!Eddie, modern day!Eddie, rockstar!Eddie.

Summary; Finally your boyfriend was home again after being on tour for a while, you knew he had been stressed for that period of time and he needed to relax, so what would be better than to try something you have heard would make him relax and feel euphoric at the same time?

"Shhh, it's okay, just relax baby, lay down, and let me take care of you" you cooed against Eddie's lips, straddling his lap as his hips slowly bucked into you, a small whimper leaving his lips as you pushed him down with your hand on his chest, smirking against his lips as he wrapped his arms around you to pull you down with him as his head fell down on the pillow again.

"I need you" he whimpered against your lips, bucking up into you again, making you moan as you felt his clothed erection press up against you. Trying your hardest to not lose all focus that you currently had on him and his own pleasure, because god knows how fast you would pull off his boxers if you lost focus just for a second.

You wanted to make him feel good after finally being home again after being on the road for a month. You loved that his band was finally getting the recognition they deserved and that they sold out every concert in every town they traveled to, but god have you missed kissing him, touching him and being near him like this.

Sure, you were facetiming from time to time when it wasn't too late for you during the day considering where he might have been that day for the tour they were on, and you needed to go to work the upcoming day. It got spicy a few times, and you got your fix of seeing him and hearing him as often as possible, but having him so close to you again, feeling his skin on yours, his hands on you, kissing him again. It was euphoric, and you couldn't seem to get enough of him, ever.

Even if you just got done showering together, you still wanted and needed more of him. You wanted to try something new that you've heard was euphoric for guys.

"I wanna try something" you smiled as you sat up, your hands on his chest, holding him down softly as he whimpered from the loss of your lips on his. He pouted slightly and huffed.

"But" he whined, and you chuckled, leaning down to peck his lips before you sat up again, stroking his chest with your nails, which you knew he loved for you to do.

"Just say the word, and I'll stop right away, okay?" you stated, and he looked at you with curiosity, wondering hard what you were thinking about doing to him, and you could see the horror in his face for a quick second, his mind going straight to something much worse than what you were thinking about doing.

You leaned down to peck his lips again, as you chuckled against his lips, kissing his jaw as you worked your way down to the side of his neck, dangerously close to his earlobe as you nibbled on it slightly, making him buck his hips up into you again, catching you by surprise as you let go of a loud moan, making him whimper hearing the effect he had on you.

"Fuck baby, you're making me feral here" he whispered, his voice going that pitch of low that made you wet in an instant. That low growl deep down in his throat, and you knew he was about to cum in his boxers if you as much as just let out a small moan.

"Baby, please" he moaned, his moan muffled from biting his lips as you worked your way down his neck, leaving a mark in your journey down his chest, kissing down his stomach until you came to the hem of his boxers, your nails traveling up his chest, scratching slightly as he hissed from both pain and pleasure, gripping a the sheets as he cursed under his breath, his hips bucking up against you again as you smirked against his skin, pulling down his hem just slightly to place a soft kiss to the skin just above on both sides, sitting between his legs as you looked up at him, palming his erection, his pre cum already soaking his boxers as you smiled up at him, making him look down at you as his eyes rolled back, a gasping moan leaving his lips by the sight of you between his legs like that, and your touches leaving goosebumps across his entire body.

"These.." you stated, pulling at his boxers with your fingers as he bucked his hips upwards, helping you pull them off, making you smile as you didn't even finish your sentence for him to eagerly help you get them off.

You placed soft kisses to each side of his inner thighs, working your way upwards, nails digging into his thighs as you worked your way up, kissing his inner thighs sloppily as you hummed against his skin.

"Remember what I said?" you asked him, making sure you still had him with you and he wasn't completely lost in pleasure.

He nodded, and you tsk'd at him.

"Words, baby, I need words"

"I gotta say the word if I don't like it" he pushed out, trying to keep from moaning as he spoke.

"And the word is?" you asked, stroking his thighs as you placed a soft kiss to either side of his hips.

"Banana"

"Good boy" you cooed, making him whimper. You smirked slightly by his reaction, knowing being called a good boy like that made him weak, and you had him just where you wanted him. At this point he would do anything you told him to without even as much as blinking an eye or asking a single question. He was totally relaxed right now, which is exactly what you needed and wanted him to be.

His breath caught in his throat when you placed a soft kiss to the tip of his dick. You knew how much he had missed this, because he talked about it daily how he imagined your lips wrapped around him when he touched himself as you facetimed. You knew this would turn him into a needy mess, and you loved to play with him like this.

"Please" he begged, making you smile as you looked up at him, teasing him by stroking his shaft softly up and down with one finger, making him more needy by the second, his dick pulsing and twitching under your touch.

"Please what, baby? Use your words for me"

"Touch me" he whined.

"I am touching you, tell me what you need baby" you encouraged him, making him use his words as he got more and more needy and desperate underneath you, wiggling slightly as he tried to get more friction from the grasp you had on his dick.

"Please touch me, make me feel good, I need your lips and hands on me, please, please just.." he started, choking on his words as your hand squeezed him slightly, testing his patience.

"Can you please just give me a blowjob, please? I need it, I need you"

"I'll give you everything you need, baby" you cooed, wrapping your lips around his tip, taking him by surprise, a loud moan escaping his lips as your tongue circles around the tip, stroking his length soft and slow, making his hips buck up into your hand, searching for more friction.

"Fuck, just like that" he whimpers, making you smile as you deep throat him without hesitation, taking him by a bigger surprise as he hisses slightly from the sensation of hitting the back of your throat, your eyes watering as you pump your head up and down his shaft, him hitting the back of your throat hard with each thrust as you massage his balls softly, making him moan out your name in the process.

"Fuck, I've missed this" he hisses, his hands tugging at your hair, making you moan from the pleasure.

You pulled him out of your mouth as you licked on a finger, wetting it for what was about to happen, as you locked eyes with him, smirking mischeviously as you sucked his balls into your mouth, massaging them with your tongue and sucking lightly, making him moan in pleasure, your finger slowly going down, circling his opening softly as his lips was in a big O, his eyes big as saucers as you smiled against his balls before you stopped licking them, placing a soft kiss to them before you kept your eyes on him, inserting your finger slowly, his entire body twitching in surprise, but he didn't stop you as his eyes locked with yours, his dick twitching by the sensation too as you started to pump your finger slowly, making him gasp and moan, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the pleasure, biting his lip.

Seeing him like this was euphoric for you, and you knew and could tell it made him relax, even if his entire body was shaking with pleasure, you could sense he was relaxed. His moans became more constant, his breathing getting heavier with each soft pump you did, and he lost it completely when you searched for that sweet spot, and you know you found it when he couldn't control himself, his moans coming out as breathless staggers, his body shaking uncontrollably, his tip leaking, his dick pulsing, and his eyes getting watery as he tried to look at you, biting his lip. The look he had in his eyes and on his face was something new. But you knew he was close. He was so blissfully high on pleasure, and the smile he created made you chuckle.

"Feel good?" you smiled at him, and he just nodded his head eagerly, letting out some whimpering "mhm's" towards you, making you know that you were doing everything right.

You started sucking him again, and he lost it even more.

"Fuck, I'm gonna.." he started, choking on his own words as he couldn't hold back anymore, his dick pulsing in your throat as you shoved him down your throat, making him hit the back of it as he came down your throat, your eyes watering just slightly, taking you by surprise by how much he came, but you swallowed everything you possibly could, letting him ride out his high.

Once he came down from it, you licked up the few drops of cum that managed to escape before he pulled you up softly by your hair, eager to kiss you to show appreciation for what you had done for and to him.

"Come here, you" he spoke softly, his voice a bit raspy from how loud he moaned, as your lips crashed against his, pulling you as close to his body as possible, making you smile against his lips as he kissed you hungrily.

When he pulled away, his eyes were watering as he smiled at you, brushing some hair away from your face as he drank in your entire face, making butterflies appear in the pit of your stomach.

After all this time, just by looking at you like that, he could make you swoon. You don't know how he did it, but you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved that he looked at you like this, and the fact he still had the same effect on you as he had the first time he told you he loved you.

"You are amazing, you know that, right?" he spoke softly, pecking your lips again as you giggled from his compliment.

"I just want my boyfriend to feel the best he ever could" you stated, matter of factly. Because it was true. You would do anything for him, no matter how fucked up it might seem to others, you would do absolutely anything to and for him, just to see him happy. Always.

"One day I'm gonna put a ring on that finger" he stated, clear as day as he pulled on your ring finger, pulling it up to his mouth as he placed a soft kiss to your finger.

"Can't wait to call you Mrs. Munson, my queen"

Fuck, those butterflies turned into a zoo by now.

"And I can't wait to be Mrs. Munson, my king" you smiled, and he didn't hesitate to turn you around with all force he had, no matter how many times he showed you how strong he actually was, it always made you giggle like crazy as he hovered over you, taking you by surprise every single time as he was smirking down at you before his lips crashed to yours again.

"Mine, and mine only" he growled against the skin of your neck as he sucked a mark into it, making you moan, your fingers tangling in his hair as you gasped out his name.

"Yes, only yours" you moaned, surrendering completely to him in the moment.

Credit for divider: @silkholland

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[lightvixxen]

Ooo! Maybe Robin x reader taking a bath together 👀👀

okay okay I see you anon👀

warnings: mostly just perv!robin, she has a DEATH grip on me rn, fluff/ kinda smut? mainly just groping.

You sat on the side of the tub, waiting for the water to heat up to your desired temperature. It had been a very long week and you needed some time to relax.

Robin was out for the night a planned hangout that gave you some 'me time'. Once the water was hot enough you sunk into it, sighing as you felt your muscles relax.

You don't know how long you stayed like that until you heard the door to your apartment open. You looked towards the bathroom door, having not bothered to close it.

"Robbie?" You called, hearing footsteps in the hallway. Robin poked her head into the bathroom.

"Hey, the hangout ended earlier than expected." You smiled, before an idea popped into your head.

"You know...it's kinda lonely here, wanna join?" Robin perked up, nodding before shedding her clothes, "You know I could never say no to you, scoot." You giggled and moved up, allowing her room to get in behind you.

"Shit, it's still warm, haven't been in here that long have you?" She wrapped her arms around you, letting you sink into her body heat. You shook your head, resting it on her shoulder. "Apparently not."

It didn't take long for Robin's hands to start wondering.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" Robin told you, before kissing down the side of your neck, both hands came up to massage your breasts.

"Mmm and you are insatiable" Robin laughed, "M'just taking care of you!"

"Is that why your hands are on my boobs?"

"Yes"

#sapphic sunday #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #st x reader #robin x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x plus size!reader #lightvixxens robin

[rogue-durin-16]

SUNGLASSES AND LIPSTICK STAINS (part III/III)

Summary: after having his heart torn in half at Tina's party, Steve finds comfort in the most unexpected person. Who would have guessed he would develop such a strong connection with someone he's barely spoken to?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff (hurt/comfort)

Tags:

Sunglasses And Lipstick Stains: @shycupcakealissa @dessmxsworld @liberhoe @damon-loves-pie @littleagxs

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, mild violence

A/N: long awaited and, after deleting tons of angst, finally here. This is not a chapter, this is a bunch of chaotic scenes under a trench coat pretending to be a chapter. Bear with me and enjoy <3

Part I

Part II

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

An unknown ruckus that did nothing for my throbbing head had woken me up, yet I was not expecting to stumble into whatever was going on at the Henderson's.

Most of the kids ran around attempting to tidy up their sleeping place, although Jonathan was clearly doing the actual job. Mike yelled through the phone, presumably at his mother, periodically being shushed by Hopper, whose back faced the group of middle schoolers and the tired junior ushering them.

That was probably the oddest part of the scene, because Hopper seemed to be confiding information to Y/n from across the kitchen counter —the overwhelming kind, given how she massaged her temples with closed eyelids.

"—And back to the police station." He finished explaining, tapping his palm on the marble surface before turning around. "Good, he's awake. Hopper pushed himself off the kitchen counter and wiggled his car keys at me. "You got five minutes. Grab your things."

"Where are we-" Hopper was out of the house before I could finish the sentence. "what's going on?" I flinched at the loudness of the kids as I made my way to the kitchen.

"I asked him to take you to the hospital." Y/n intervened. She had straightened up as soon as Hopper noticed I was out of bed, and was now handing me a glass of water along with Tylenol. "how's the head?"

I chose to ignore her question and formulated one of my own instead. "What d'you mean 'to the hospital'? You patched me up."

"I did but— bye guys!" She waved at both Byers and the four kids trailing after him. "You need an actual doctor to check it out."

"Y/n, I can't— you don't understand—"

"Chief told me everything." The girl took a step closer and maneuvered my chin ever so carefully to check my broken nose. "Or at least everything I could beat out of him."

I breathed out a surprised chuckle. "You're something else."

"I'll take that as a compliment." She countered with a small tired smile. Now that I had a moment to study her upclose, I wondered if she had slept at all that night. "we gotta go." She whispered.

"You too?"

"It's Monday, Steve." Monday. Jesus, I completely forgot about school. A groan escaped my lungs while the girl jogged to her bedroom. "I'll tell Ms. O'Donnell you're sick!" She shouted while I finally chugged the Tylenol. "C'mon." Y/n was back in a flash. She tossed me my jacket and motioned at the already open front door for me to walk over.

A furrow formed between my brows when, instead of joining me, Y/n rummaged through the cushions. "What are you doing?"

"Jonathan brought... Ah! This." The girl skipped to her home's entrance, bag dangling on her shoulder by a strap, and handed me my sunglasses. "You'll need them."

Sweet. I would have never thought I'd use that word to describe Y/n Henderson, but to be fair, I'd never thought she would look at me so tenderly.

The next thing I knew, I was planting a kiss on her temple, her hand secured in mine. It had come as such a natural occurence that I hadn't given it a second thought.

There was a pink tinge on her cheeks when I pulled away. "What's that for?"

"For taking care of me." It was an excuse. Something about the way she tilted her head to the side told me she knew that.

November 9, 1984

READER'S P. O. V.

"What happened to you, Stevie boy?!"

The obnoxious voice could be easily identified way before he made an appearance. Most people walking from class to class on my locker's corridor did. That's why Tommy Hagan was able to strut freely through the racket of students at Steve's tail, whose head hung low.

"Did you fall face first?" His taunts grew louder the closer they were to my locker. "From king to punching bag!"

"Piss off, Tommy. I'm not in the mood." Now that was barely audible. In fact, I wouldn't have caught it if it wasn't because Steve was walking right by my back when he spoke.

"Aw, he's not in the mood." Hagan mocked him.

During the previous weekdays, I had found myself growing closer to the former King of Hawkins High, now reduced to an exhausted teen walking the halls alone. One would say I even turned somewhat protective of him; that's why I didn't think through my actions until Tommy was on the floor, his palms catching him just in time to avoid a broken nose.

It took Billy and Carol a hot minute to process that I, who now faced them instead of the row of lockers, was the reason why the remaining member of their trifecta had tripped mid sentence.

There was a brief halt in everyone's motions. The shock in the sudden silence among us shifted to anticipation as soon as Tommy himself caught on what had happened, "Did you just fucking trip me?"

"Nope," I popped the 'p', feigned cluelessness dripping from my tongue and making Tommy's blood boil. "I think you just fell face first, Hagan."

It took all my willpower not to flinch when Hagan's freckled face was shoved to mine close enough for our noses to touch.

"The fuck did you just say?"

I barely registered a yelled, warning 'Hey!' from somewhere on my left flank that sounded like Steve.

However, it was —to my surprise— Billy Hargrove's hand the one immediately enclosed around Tommy's bicep, yanking him back with an iron grip.

"She's not worth it." There was a tinge of fear in his uncanny irises, flooded with both hatred and frustration when he gave me an up-and-down that felt closer to a spit. "C'mon."

It took them making a left at the end of the hall for me to release the strained breath I didn't know I was holding.

My irises locked with Steve's warm ones as soon as I turned my head to the left. The boy stood at a safe distance, balancing his weight from one leg to another with hesitance.

He opened his mouth, yet words either got caught up in his throat or dissolved into nothingness. His eyes darted behind him for a second, and soon returned back to me with intent.

I watched the boy's moves with a frown as he spun and slowly took the few steps separating him from the bathroom.

One last tentative glance from the door was all I needed to follow his lead, mindful of the eyes around us that luckily had already returned to their respective business.

"Harrington?" My pitch was careful, since I was unsure of whether or not we were all by ourselves.

"Here." Was the only response I obtained —it reverberated from afar in the seemingly empty bathroom.

My boots clicked on the tiles as I dove further into the fluorescent lit room. I clutched my books against my chest in anticipation when I caught a glimpse of Steve's figure in the sinks's mirrors at the very far end of the restroom.

My steps stopped right at the corner and knocked on the last stall's poorly hinged door before resting my shoulder against it.

"Hey." He whispered, hands shoved in his pockets as he leaned back on the wall in front of me.

"Hey." I echoed with a tight-lipped smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah. I just—" His visage was quickly casted down to avoid eye contact, making his hair bob as he looked for the right words. "Thanks. Don't do that again though, 'cause if you think Tommy won't hit a girl—"

"I'm very aware of what was about to happen." I cut him off, re-accommodating my books to rest on my hip so I could gesture at the bathroom's entrance with my thumb. "It'd trip Hagan anyday."

"Why?"

"He's an asshole."

"And I'm not?"

"You want me to trip you too?"

There was a moment of silence in which a spark of mischief crossed Steve's eyes. It was swiftly followed by a snort he could barely hold back.

"What is it?"

"Nothing," his fingers carded the few rogue strands falling on his eyes, an amused smile lingering on his gaze. "I just thought of the corniest pick-up line."

"Oh God."

"Now I really need to say it."

"No, you don't."

"If you were to trip me, I could say I..." Steve intently wiggled his brows at me. "fell for you."

I stared blankly at him for an instant, trying not to laugh and accidentally spur him on. "That's just tragic." I feigned a disappointed sigh. "Just when I thought I liked you."

Silence. Ominous silence that carried the blood to my cheeks when I realized what I had just said.

It's okay, I told myself after briefly meeting Steve's mildly widened eyes, it doesn't have to mean I like like him.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?"

"This is..." The senior pushed himself off the tiled wall, one of his hands finding comfort in his hair once again. I would have never pinned Steve Harrington as a fidgety guy, but he was full of surprises. "Do you wanna come over after school?"

"...What?"

"We could watch a movie." He explained further, blatantly ignoring the shock tensing every muscle of my body.

"I... like- like a uhh" I shifted on the spot, tightening the grip on my books in a vain attempt to ground myself when Steve walked closer. "like a hangout? or like-?"

"I'm asking you out, Y/n." Steve seemed to ponder his thoughts for a second before plainly saying, "I like you."

My whole body refused to respond, and I was frozen in place, left to see Steve's confidence slowly crumble.

"Am I— did I read this wrong?"

The bell ringing was a life saver. I for one did not hesitate to jolt straight to the door with an apologetic smile that was closer to a grimace.

I couldn't get far before five slender digits were gently wrapped around my wrist. "If I did, can we ignore that last thing I said? Honestly, I could use a friend right now and you're—"

"You didn't... read it wrong." My quiet words, strained with pride, eased the situation instantly. "At your place at 7?"

"Yeah, that's good." He exhaled, thumb rubbing a couple of reassuring circles on the back of my hand before dropping to his side. "I'll see you later then?"

"M-hm." I gave him a quick nod and, after debating on whether or not I should do something stupid, I leaped forward and planted a kiss on his cheekbone.

I had no way of knowing he would trap my lips with his the moment they lifted from his skin. I didn't oppose either.

For the next weeks, that was it for us. We unraveled ourselves in lazy make out sessions, secret bathroom talks, and indoors dates.

It was easier like that, when it was just us who knew —even if it meant sneaking kisses when he dropped Dustin home and pretending not to know to each other while we were in class.

Yeah, it was easier to pretend to be a couple when no one else had to know about it, but December came and we weren't pretending anymore.

December 15, 1984

STEVE'S P. O. V.

"Now you're gonna go in there,"

"Yeah,"

"Look like a million bucks!"

"Yeah!"

"And you’re gonna slay ‘em dead."

"Like a lion." I had to fight the urge to cringe at Dustin's purr.

"Don't do that, okay?" I begged instead, earning a tiny, chastised 'okay' from the kid.

An encouraging nod and a handclasp later, the boy was climbing out of the car with his chest puffed and his chin high.

Turns out middle schoolers weren't the headache Nancy made it out to be. It was actually quite a refreshing change to have them around. Throughout both November and December, I had grown to know how nice it would have been to have a younger sibling around.

Maybe I would have felt less alone all the time.

The amused smile that had twisted up the corner of my lips at the sight of Dustin proudly adjusted his blazer whilst talking to a teacher gradually faded away at the depressing thoughts which began to cloud my mind.

My shoulders slumped slightly at that dark feeling that had been looming over me more often than not during the year; that terrifying loneliness I rarely seemed to get rid of.

The school's ajar door being pushed open not only pulled me out of my own head, but also slowly returned the grin to my face.

It was Y/n the one exiting the building. Her joyful laugh echoed in the nearly empty parking lot, just temporarily filled by passing cars dropping the kids off at the Snow Ball.

Her confident stroll slowed down at the sight of my car, but her face's brightness didn't falter.

"Harrington."

Her tone was of surprise as she resumed her walk, even though I was positive Dustin had mentioned I would be driving him to the ball.

"Henderson." I reciprocated the greeting, trying not to seem too eager to be near her when I ripped more than unplucked the key from the ignition and stepped out of the vehicle.

It had become exponentially more complicated— to be distant, to try and make it look like we were mere acquaintances. In all honesty, I didn't even know why we kept the lie up anymore.

"I see my brother took your awful hair advice." She teased with a coy grin, her forearms resting atop the roof of my car. She searched and found a faux vexed reaction from me.

"Uhm, excuse me." I huffed, circling the obstacle between us at a watchful slow pace. "'Awful hair advice'? I think you mean awesome." My heart skipped a beat when the girl gnawed her lower lip to bite back a laugh —a mindless habit of hers that never failed to suck the air out of my lungs. "Have you seen this?" I questioned, motioning at my hair.

"Yeah I've seen the bird nest." She taunted me, turning to face me when I reached her side.

"You're really fucking mean."

"Hmm... I thought I was the sweetest person you'd met?" She jokingly inquired, rocking forward on her tippy toes. "Your words, not mine."

A single breathy laugh left my lungs, chin falling so I could stare at my shoes, which had turned to be an engrossing sight every time Y/n did that.

"I didn't know you were chaperoning." I chose to comment once I had collected myself enough to meet her gaze.

"I'm not." She corrected, bracing herself when a particularly cold beat of wind hit us. "The teachers needed a hand with the decorations. You think I'd come to a Ball dressed like this?"

"I think you could wear Mrs. Click's clothes and still knock the air out of any guy's lungs."

Whatever Y/n was going to respond died in the back of her throat. I was about to audibly take pride on leaving her speechless when her fist playfully knocked my arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"Stop teaching my brother dumb pick-up lines!" Her index finger pointed accusative at my form.

"He uses them?"

"UHHH YEAH." Y/n giggled to herself, spinning to rest her back against my BMW's side. "He sounds so fucking ridiculous, practicing them in the mirror and shit."

"Hey, don't laugh at him!" I barely had enough restraint to not snicker at the anecdote while I moved to stand in front of the girl. "You're such a bad sister."

"And you're such a bad influence!" She countered, letting her melodic laugh gradually die down, leaving no trace but a beautiful beam gracing her gaze, slightly pinked by December's low temperatures. "What are you doing to my brother, Harrington?"

"I'm just helping him be cool, y'know?" I shrugged, trying to seem as suave as I could about being inches away from Y/n's body. "Giving him a pinch of King Steve's advice."

"I'll shove King Steve's advice up your ass."

"You're just jealous."

"Maybe I am a little jealous." She gave me a nonchalant shrug.

"Wait, really?"

"You can't blame me." Her digits tugged on her sleeves, probably to preserve the little warmth left in her palms. "It's always 'Steve this', 'Steve that'..." She swinged her head from one side to another, empathizing her words and simultaneously making it all more hilarious. "One day you're a jerk and the next you're this awesome dude he adores."

"Some things run in the family, don't they?" I teased, taking her cold hands in mine to bring them up and blow hot air in them.

"I never said you were awesome." Her voice turned into a whisper, y/e/c eyes searching for my thoughts in mines.

"I know you think I'm awesome." Y/n scoffed at my cocky quip. "And I know you secretly adore me."

"Ha."

"Ha." I mocked her, bringing her palms to rest on my chest so I could slide mines down to her waist. "You're not denying it."

"You're annoying." It was more an exhale than a sentence. "So annoying. You have no idea."

"Then you adore annoying."

I felt a chill running down my spine when her icy fingertips creeped all the way up to my nape hair to toy with it.

"I think I'm gonna kiss you." I muttered, bumping my nose with hers.

Y/n pulled away ever so slightly, yet enough to make me chase her frame, even with her hands still around me. "Here?"

"Yeah." I tried to act nonchalant for both of our sakes. It would have never occurred to me that I would be anxious about getting caught kissing a girl. "That okay?"

After a second of hesitation and a short lived nod, a beam lit up Y/n's gaze as she brought me into an innocent kiss that soon deepened.

There was something intoxicating about her, something that stuck with me back in October at Tina's Party and had yet to let me go.

Maybe it wasn't something about her, maybe it was her —the way she carried herself, the cleverness in her words and how her hands held me. It was definitely her, and I couldn't get enough.

That's why when Y/n, whose senses were sharper, abruptly pulled away with a gasp, my immediate reaction was to whine.

And then I heard that little shit's voice.

"Y/n?" The wide-eyed girl pushed me aside to make direct eye contact with Mike. "Oh my God."

"Mike." one of my hands remained on Y/n's waist while she raised her menacing index finger at the younger Wheeler. "Don't you dare."

The kid stared at Y/n, then stared at me, and then ran back inside. A faint 'Dustin' made it out of the building before the door got shut.

Soon enough, Y/n was attempting to chase Mike, although I was quick enough to bring her back to our previous spot before she could cross the entrance.

"That little bitch is gonna tell everyone!" She complained, trying and failing to walk past me.

"Then let him, who cares?"

"Uhhh you?"

"Says who?"

Her mind seemed to malfunction for a second, not quite processing my words. "What do you mean?"

"why would I mind people knowing we're dating?"

"THERE'S A MILLION REASONS!"

"Name three." I requested, raising three fingers between us.

"Okay— Nancy."

"I have my life and she has hers." I countered. "Plus, I didn't see her holding back with Jonathan right after we broke up."

"Status."

"Dustin said I gotta grow out of that bullshit and he's right."

"I—" a judging frown twisted her expression. "are you taking advice from a middle schooler?"

"he's pretty smart." I defended myself, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Third?"

"I don't know."

"You said there was a million reasons."

"Shut up." She leaned back against the car with a scowl substituting what had been a joyful smile just a couple of minutes ago.

"Are you embarrassed?" I questioned, tugging on the hem of her jumper.

"Steve, we went through this a million times." She sighed, catching my fingers with hers. "I'm not, I just don't wanna—"

"Undermine my reputation blah blah blah. Fuck that." I pecked the tip of her nose, unleashing a new wave of amusement trying to fight its way through the stress. "Let's go out."

"We go out every Friday."

"No, like, out out? To the movies or something." I couldn't tell if the pink on her cheeks was due to the biting cold or my proposal. "That dipshit's gonna spread the word like wildfire anyway."

She considered for an instant, but we both knew which answer she wanted to give me.

"You sure?" She said instead, making me push out a lighthearted scoff.

"Do I look unsure to you?" Before she could speak, I stole a quick, tender kiss from her. "Next Friday. I'll pick you up at 7."

"Jeez I didn't even say yes."

"Oh were you gonna reject me?" I teased with raised brows.

"Fuck you, Harrington." She spat without an ounce of malice in her tone, trapping her lower lip between her teeth. God, I was a goner.

"I'll hold you to that." She huffed at my wink and my smug smile, and I knew she was as much of a goner as myself. "C'mon," I stepped aside to open the passenger door. "Let's get you home before any of those little shits decide to believe Wheeler." Just when I thought Y/n would, for the first time, not complain about me driving her anywhere, she stopped between me and the now accessible passenger's seat. "Jesus, don't start—"

"Did you have dinner yet?"

Well, that was not what I was expecting. "...No?"

"Wanna go to that new diner downtown?" Blink. Another blink. Was she asking me out? "It's on me."

"I... Okay. Yeah! Yeah, cool."

"Cool." She echoed, the corner of her lips twitching up with amusement. "C'mon then."

"Shit, yeah." I left her side to circle the BMW and, when I climbed in, I found her already belted and ready.

"It's a date, by the way." She clarified, tugging on the sleeves of her jacket once more.

"Yeah I got that, dumbass." I whispered back whilst starting the car.

I didn't even attempt to hold the genuine grin that only she seemed to be able to pull out of me these days when her fingers found my free hand to tangle with my own.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x you #Steve Harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfiction #steve x reader #st steve #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve x oc #steve x henderson!reader #stranger things fandom #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 2 #sunglasses and lipstick stains

[plus-size-reader]

Dating Steve Harrington HC

~Steve, as he is right now, is the best boyfriend anyone could ever have

~He loves completely and totally, without exception, and there would be nothing that would keep him from showing you that love, every hour of every day

~Unlike Robin, who prefers to keep her physical love more private, Steve can’t get enough of PDA and loving on you all the time

~It doesn’t matter who’s around or what the context is, If Steve wants to hug you, he’s going to hug you. If he wants to kiss you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get the chance, he’ll kiss you.

~Steve is a relationship man, even if it took him a long time to realize it, and there is nothing more he wants than to be in a committed loving relationship for as long as he can

~Playing with his hair, and messing around with it, putting it in different styles and tormenting him over it just because you know that you can

~Loves to look at you, to stare at you and take in your ever detail as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever have the privilege of seeing

~Even if it’s a little creepy sometimes.

~”You’re staring at me, again”

~”I can’t help it, I’m just pretty sure you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen”

~Late night phone calls.

~It doesn’t matter if you’re talking, or if Steve’s talking, you’ll both stay on that line until the sun comes up, just chatting about whatever comes up

~Steve loves drama

~He may not be King Steve anymore but there’s a part of him that is a huge fan of being in the center of all the hot gossip. Though, as of late, your hot gossip has been talking to Dustin about Suzy and the science fair

~The topic has changed, but the energy your man brings to the table has not.

~Steve would do absolutely anything to make you laugh, and I mean absolutely anything.

~Once, when you were having dinner at your favorite chinese place in town, he stuck chopsticks so far up his nose you actually thought you’d have to drive him to the hospital, just on the off chance you’d find it funny

~Play fighting, and picking fights over the stupidest things all the time, just because you can. Steve’s favorite ‘fight’ to have, is who loves who more, which can go on for hours.

~”I DEFINITELY LOVE YOU MORE”

~”NO WAY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. IT’S NOT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO LOVE ME MORE THAN I LOVE YOU”

~Steve is easily jealous, and doesn’t even bother hiding it. Somebody gets too comfortable with you, or oversteps some invisible boundary he doesn’t even know he has, and they’re going to have him to deal with.

~Not that he’s all that scary, when it comes down to it.

~There isn’t anything Steve wouldn’t do to protect you or those kids, but that doesn’t mean he’s aggressive or violent, and he doesn’t have it in him to be.

~Steve is basically a teddy bear in a windbreaker and you’d never have him any other way.

~He just loves you so much

~Driving around in Steve’s car, all the time, for any reason, because that is about as close to perfection as he thinks he can get. He loves feeling the wind on his face as you crudely sing along to Paula Abdul at the top of your lungs.

~Steve is the kind of guy to match his partner, and you will never convince me otherwise. Whether you’d color coordinating or just wearing matching sweaters or shirts, he’s all for it.

~He’ll all for lots of things when it comes to you, things like game nights with the kids and dinner with your parents, all dressed up in a button up and slacks

~Just to make you happy

~Because, at the end of the day, Steve would do absolutely anything if it meant making you happy

#Steve harrington #stranger things #st #steve #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x ps reader #steve harrington x plus size reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington headcanon #stranger things x reader #stranger things x ps reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things x plus size reader #stranger things headcanons #st x reader #st x ps reader #st x plus size reader #st imagine #st headcanon

[bunnyhoney111]

argyle loves the combo of titties and tummy, aint no way someones gonna convince me he doesn’t prefer bigger girls, but they dont have to be big boobies.

he has no preference in reference to size of boobies, more so the little things like he loves the freckles and stretchmarks and scars littering your chest. he loves watching you nipples harden under the touch of his cold fingertips.

he loves giving soft warm wet kisses to your tummy aswell, sucking soft, nearly invisible, dark marks into your hips and above your belly button and a few scattered on your diaphragm.

he loves every single bit of you inside and out, these are just pluses in his eyes.

#bunny speaks! #argyle x reader #argyle stranger things #argyle x plus size reader #stranger things volume 2 #st season 4 #stranger things season 4

[honeybear-yammy]

Wild Girl

Warnings: cursing, smut, mentions of drinking, sexual themes, slight degrading kink, car sex, unprotected sex, public sex, being watched in the act

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: In which Y/N goes to a party with her boyfriend, Steve which ends with car sex.

© Honeybear-Yammy, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You gasped and moaned out as you bounced on Steve's cock. The two of you had just been at a wild party and things got steamy between you and Steve so you both had decided to come out here so both of you could be pleased. And now here you were, riding Steve like it was the last time you'd ever be able to.

"Oh fuck, good girl." He cooed as you bounced on his hardened cock. You held onto Steve's shoulder for support and you now began to grind against him instead of bounce. The feeling of his cock nestled deep inside of you was euphoric. You fucking loved it. Honestly, you could never get enough of it.

You continued to grind against him as both of you moaned out in ecstasy. You had been super excited to come to this party with Steve but, you were so glad that you both decided to leave the party to go do something even more fun. You bit your lip as you grinded against him more and your head fell back.

After a while of grinding against Steve, you went back to bouncing on his cock once again. As you were fucking yourself onto him, you saw Steve look out the car window. Confused, you decided to look out the car window as well as you continued to fuck him. Your eyes then widened when you saw a few of his close friends standing there watching you both fuck in the back of Steve's car.

You were about to stop but, Steve stopped you. You looked down at him confused but, he just had a devilish smirk on his face. "It's fine, babe. Just let them watch." Steve said with a smirk. Embarrassed, you continued to fuck yourself onto your boyfriend as his friends watched you both. "Fuck, I love it when you're my little slut." Steve said with a smirk. "Taking my cock so well while my friend are right there watching you. Fuck, you're one wild girl." He said.

He was right, you were a total slut for Steve. And honestly, the fact that his friends were watching the two of you fuck did really turn you on even more. You were also starting to like the idea of being watched by someone else while having sex with Steve. You felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now.

You clenched around his hard cock, signaling to him that you were ready to cum. "You gonna cum for me, princess?" Steve asked as he moaned out. You nodded desperately and moaned out as you continued to fuck yourself onto him. "Fuck.." He growled. "Come on, cum, cum for me, babe." He groaned out. With that your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as you gushed all over his cock. He came the same time you did, shooting his load deep inside of you.

You both began to catch your breath as your boyfriend Steve looked back out the car window again at his friends. He then rolled down the window with a smirk. "Enjoy the show, boys?" He asked with a devilish smirk. They all nodded and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Fuck man, your girlfriend is fucking hot. We didn't think she was that wild." One guy said with a smirk.

"Well, she likes being watched while I fuck her like the little whore she is, don't you babe?" Steve asked with a smirk. You nodded and bit your lip. "Well, the show is over now so go back to the party. I'll meet you all back there again soon." He said. The guys all took one last look at you before walking off. As they were walking out, Steve called out to them. "Oh, hey! and, there will be another showing later." He said with a smirk. Later? This was going to be one hell of a night.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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[succubusmunson]

Self Acceptance

Pairing: Eddie x Plus Size!reader

Warnings: body imagine issues, self hate, angst, tooth rotting fluff

(I wrote this when I was feeling super insecure about myself, decided to share it in case anyone related 💖)

You knew you weren’t shaped like other people that Eddie had been with. The others were skinnier, had smoother bodies, prettier faces. The comparison was always there. People would laugh behind your back, make fun of you. Eddie tried to help, he really did, but sometimes it didn’t work.

This time was no different. You stood, facing the mirror in just a bra and panties, pointing out every bad thing about yourself. The way your stomach protrudes out, your big thighs and the cellulite on them, the rolls you had, and the fat on your arms. You hated it, hated every single part of you. If you could, you’d cut off everything wrong with you. Maybe you would finally be happy with yourself.

“What are you doing?” You jumped at the sound of Eddie’s voice, trying your best to hide your body. “Baby, no.”

Eddie took a couple steps until he was standing in front of you. You didn’t have to say anything about what you were doing, he already knew. His arms wrapped around your body and pulled you flush against him. You didn’t mean to cry, it just happened.

“I-I’m sorry.” You hated when he saw you like this, so vulnerable in your own skin. The facade that you were okay with your looks always crumbling. Eddie rubbed your back, hushing you and telling you how okay it was.

You didn’t know how you got someone so amazing when you looked like this.

Eddie placed gentle kisses on your forehead, trailing them down to your shoulder. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, baby. S’okay.” He pulled back, moving your hands to get a good look at you. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

Eddie turned your body, the both of you facing the mirror. You shook your head, but Eddie wasn’t having it. “I want you to listen, okay?” You gave in, and looked at him through the mirror. “This body, you, everything about you is goddess like. I don’t care what other people say.”

“But Eddie-.” He quickly put his finger to your lips. “No, I won’t listen to the buts anymore. I am so overly in love with you. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You were crying again, but this time at the way he was making you feel. Eddie loved you, he wanted you to see how much.

You turned your body to face him and placed a soft kiss on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you’s” repeatedly fell from your lips, earning a chuckle from him.

“I don’t want you thinking you have to change yourself, not for little ole me.” Eddie walked you both backwards until you both fell on the bed. “Want you just the way you are.”

He kissed you again gripping at your thighs, “don’t change this or,” Eddie moved his hand to your belly, “this. Don’t change anything.”

With Eddie, you definitely got lucky. He always knew the right things to say and how to lift your spirits up. You’d knew it would be hard, but if Eddie can accept and love you as you are, then so can you.

#eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie munson #stranger things fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #bee’s st fics

[alloftheimaginesblog]

almost lost you {s.h}

Plot: You're Steve Harrington's best friend so of course you're going to follow him into the depths of the lake and into the Upside Down. He's pissed that you've risked your life for him but when he sees that you're injured, your relationship shifts.

Character: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Female Reader

Warnings; MDNI, 18+, SMUT, NSFW, blood, wounds, gore, sex, soft sex

Word count: 11.6k

this is my favourite thing i've ever written

Of course you'd followed him down here, of course you weren't just going to leave your best friend to drown and/or be taken to the Upside Down and be killed. You were never a strong swimmer but you'd be damned if you weren't going to save that stupid boy. Reacting on blind adrenaline, you abandon your jacket in the boat, grab an oar and then you dive into the lake.

The water is freezing, prickling your skin like needles, but you barely register it. You have to get to him. It's a lot deeper than you expected and by the time you reach the red, glowing gate your lungs burn for sweet oxygen. Grimacing, your hand reaches out, pushing through the fleshy gate before you push your entire self through and all you can think in that moment is that you hope there's no more swimming involved.

Your back hits cold hard ground as you lay there gasping for air, thankfully no more water. You'd landed on concrete. It doesn't take long before you jump up, dripping wet and undeniably in the Upside Down, and start hitting everything in sight. They were like bats with big wings and long tails and they swarm you. You whack them with everything you have before they break away and then you see Steve a few metres away. He's being choked, strangled by one of the bat's tails, arms and legs flailing to find something to get it off of him. You spring into action, barrelling over to the bat and hitting with all of the strength you could muster. Bats swarm and attack you with teeth like razors slicing into your skin but you couldn't care about that now. You have to help Steve. With a final thwack! the bat that had been strangling him dropped down, releasing Steve's neck. It lay on the ground, twitching and making a faint screeching noise so you whack it a few more times making sure it's finally dead before dropping to Steve, "Are you okay?!"

"I told you not to follow me!" His voice is a croaky yell as he pants hard, "You shouldn't be in here! Not you!"

"You think I'm not going to follow you into the depths of hell? Oh, Harrington, we're too far into this friendship for that. I'd follow you to Mordor." He rolls his eyes at your Lord of the Rings reference, far too used to you and your nerdy comments.

"It's too dangerous-" he cuts himself off, realising that blood dribbles from various cuts on your arms, "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine," you tell him strongly and honestly you do feel fine. The adrenaline is coursing around your body and right now, you don't feel any of the wounds, "I'm fine. They're just scratches." He accepts this, leaning back to take deep breaths as the rest of your friends appear each more horrified than the last (Eddie's last to come and judging by his scream of 'what the fucking shit is this?!' you can tell he's pretty freaked), "Can you stand?"

He nods and with your outstretched hand, you help him up. Once he's up, he looks around, "You all came down?"

Eddie runs his hands through his wild curls, "Dude, they all came down and I didn't want to be the only one not here."

The five of you look around. It's terrifying down here. The whole place looks familiar but it just feels off; uncanny valley or whatever they call it. It looks like Hawkins but an evil version of it. The sky crackles above you, lightning and thunder casting an eerie red glow over the Upside Down town. You look to the ground and see that the tendrils, the long fleshy veins, are everywhere.

"Be careful where you step," Nancy says, "it's a hivemind so it's all connected. You step on it, it knows we're here." Everyone knows it's more so pointed at Robin who can never seem to keep her balance even when standing perfectly still.

Robin nods, "I can do that," she murmurs to herself as the five of you begin to walk in the direction of the Creel House. You don't know who she's trying to convince more; the four of you or herself.

There's an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. Steve's shoulder brushes yours and you immediately feel the dread die down for a moment. You breathe in a deep breath and puff out your chest as you continue walking.

As the lot of you tread through the Upside Down, you begin to feel slightly hazy, just around the edges at first as though you've just woken up and you're trying to shake off the tired and then it wrapped you up all at once. One minute you're beside him and the next, you've dropped to the floor, eyes rolling. Steve yells out, alerting his friends, as he falls beside you, hands on your cheeks. He's shouting your name, shaking you when he realises that your jeans at the thigh are dark and wet... you're bleeding. He pulls back the fabric and sees a large bite wound. He'd known you'd gotten scratched but you'd told him it was fine, not sore and not deep. He mentally curses you.

"I can help," Nancy says quickly as she rips her shirt, pulling a thick part of fabric off, "Move out the way and I'll bandage her leg."

Steve shakes his head, "I have to do it." He can't lose you; he has to be the one who saves you. He has to be the one to do it. He keeps talking to you, asking if you can hear him but you're not waking up. Panic surges inside of him, heart beating quicker as he stares down at you. Why aren't you waking up?

His hands are clumsy and shaking as Nancy hands him the piece of fabric from her now ripped shirt. Four years into this and they'd still never thought to bring a first aid kit wherever they went. The ripped cloth of the t-shirt would have to do and once tied tight, it would at least apply pressure and hopefully stop the bleeding. Steve's eyes dart to your face, scanning your face to see if you're awake. He's talking to you the whole time, panicked and adrenaline fuelled sentences that he doesn't remember.

"You gotta open your eyes, (y/n). Show me those pretty eyes."

"You think I'm really worth all this fuss?"

"You just had to follow me in here, didn't you?"

"I need you to open your eyes and speak to me, (y/n). I need to know that you're okay. Please."

"Please don't leave me."

You can hear him but it's all fuzzy. It sounds like you're underwater, he sounds far away. It feels peaceful but you fight and you fight hard. It takes every bit of strength you have to open your eyelids which feel like they're weighted down, it's brief but it's good enough. He breathes a sigh of relief as he sees your eyes fluttering, you're alive but you're slipping in and out of consciousness, world feeling hazy as you lay on the ground.

"Hey," he says, voice loud enough to wake you up but quiet enough that the rest of the group wouldn't hear, "you gotta keep those pretty eyes open for me, (y/n)."

You blink up at him, wiggling your fingers as the sensations of your body flood back to you, the pain floods back hitting hard and making you groan out. Steve asks if you're okay and all you can respond with is, "M'awake."

"Keep it that way." He holds up the makeshift bandage, "This is gonna hurt."

You're all banged up, covered in cuts scrapes and bites but the bite on your leg is the worst. Between the two of you, you're able to peel back the ripped jeans on your thigh to expose the bleeding wound. Steve grimaces, "That good, huh?" He doesn't respond and instead pulls the fabric around your leg tightly. You wince, hissing out in pain but you let him continue as he tries his hardest to be gentle by wrapping it tightly around your thigh before tying it tight. The pain from your wound is forcing you to be awake and conscious, sending streams of curse words out of your mouth. It hurts and it hurts bad, it burns and stings with every movement. Your whole body wants to sleep but the wound pulsing under the bandage won't let you and you're thankful for it. One of his hands is on your arm, never wanting to part with you, and all he can do is watch as you breathe hard, teeth grit, as you manage to sit up.

"Motherfucker," you hiss, "that hurts worse than that time I catapulted off the wall up behind Benny's and landed on that rock."

Despite everything, he manages a small smile and a breath of laughter, "Your mom never forgave me for that one even though it was your idea." He glances down at your leg, looking at the bloodied cloth, "That should hopefully stop the bleeding."

Nancy glances into the sky and realises that the bats are coming back and there are hoards of them this time, "Uh, guys?" She asks, voice tense.

Steve looks over at her and then follows her gaze upwards. Fuck. You do it too and you know that there's no time. You have to move. All you want to do right now is curl into a ball in bed - in Steve's bed - like that one time when you drunk and you fell asleep wrapped up together cause that's just what friends do, right?

"I'm okay," you tell him nodding and just like Robin not long ago, you don't know who you're trying to convince more, "just... help me up will you?"

Steve's strong hands pull you up and immediately wrap you in a tight hug, "Don't ever do that to me again," he huffs breath tickling your neck, "I thought I was about to lose you."

"You can't get rid of me that easy, Harrington." You thought that joking would help the situation but no, if anything it made him worse. He's shaking; absolutely terrified from the ordeal of thinking he'd lost you. He pulled back, heart hammering in his chest, as he stares down at his hands that are smeared with your blood. His eyes are glassy and he looks like he's about to cry. You take a breath, taking his hands in yours, "Hey," you whisper, forcing his attention away from his hands and to you instead, "I'm here, okay? I'm alright; bruised and bloodied but I'm alive, Steve, okay?"

"I can't lose you." It's an admission of some sort, not a full blown 'I love you' but it's pretty damn close. It makes your heart race and all you can do is hug him again, pulling him in tight. For a moment, just a moment, everything faded away around the two of you and you could close your eyes and pretend that everything's okay.

The moment's over all too soon when Nancy clears her throat from up ahead. You look over to her and she gives you an apologetic smile. It's time to go.

"Out of the frying pan," you say, taking Steve's hand tightly.

"And into the fire."

Walking isn't an easy task, you're slow and unsteady and with every step, you want to yell out in pain. Steve stays at your side, supporting you as much as he can, "I could carry you, you know... At the very least just a piggy back ride." You're holding everyone up and there's not enough time to let you go at your own pace, you have to move quicker but each time you try, the pain burns stronger.

Quickly, you shake your head, "Over my dead body."

"Yeah, well it might have to be if you're walking this damn slow," he snaps half serious, "Seriously, (y/n), let me lift you."

You push back from him. It's been years since someone picked you up, last time someone did they commented on how heavy you were and how you should think about losing some weight. You were humiliated that day so never again. You had a complicated relationship with your body, in some things you really liked the way your body filled out clothes, in other aspects you hated it. It wasn't a secret that you were fat, people had eyes and they could see it obviously, but it's like when your friend has a very obvious massive red spot on their face - you see it but you just don't speak about it. You don't voice things that could very well be an insecurity for some people.

"Steve, I- I'm too heavy." You feel pathetic as you say it and you can't look at him. You hate that you still have these worries and insecurities but after years of society telling you how you should look of course it had an impact on you.

Steve stops.

He ducks his head to look at you with sad eyes. He hates that you're ashamed of yourself in this way when in his eyes you're absolutely perfect. "Let me help you, (y/n), please," he says quietly so the others don't hear, "You won't hurt me, you're not too heavy, I'm strong and I can get us there faster... It'll help your leg, it'll let you rest it even for a while."

"You're not going to... to laugh at me for how heavy I am?"

Something bubbles up inside him in that moment and all he wants to do is wrap you up and keep you away from all the bad things in life. My god, he wants to kiss those insecurities away, make you realise that you're the prettiest goddamn girl in the world. No one comes close. He shakes his head, strands of his perfect hair falling out of place, and he takes one of your hands, "I'd never do that. You're not going to be heavy for me just let me help you."

If it had to be someone, you would've picked Steve so with a sigh, you relent and he crouches so that you can jump onto his back. You almost forget about the pain in your leg as the nerves burn hard in the pit of your stomach. He lifts you with a surprising amount of ease, jumping to readjust you so that his hand isn't anywhere near your injured leg, "Comfy?" He asks as he starts walking.

"If I'm too heavy you can just put me down, it's okay. I'll walk faster, you don't have to-"

"(y/n)," he cuts over your rambling, "I've got you, don't worry. Just take a breath and chill out for a bit." He begins to walk and catches up with the group on their path to the Creel House. Nancy and Robin glance at you both before catching the other's eye and giving the other a knowing smile.

You bury your head in the crook of Steve's neck, breathing long and deep. Steve can't think straight. All he can focus on is the way your breath is hot against his cool skin and the way your lips gently graze his neck with every step. The feelings that he thought he'd buried down long ago burn violently under the surface. Dustin would be screaming 'I told you so' if he was here right now. For years Dustin had been trying to get Steve to realise the true nature of his feelings for you and finally, fucking finally, it was happening. He shakes his head, trying to ignore the pounding of his heart when your lips graze his skin, and instead he tries to focus on the task at hand.

Everything's over, it's done... at least for now.

You manage to get back to Steve's house in one piece, the five of you traumatised and dirty. Steve's house was empty as usual, his parents both working out of state, so the five of you crowded in Steve's car, Steve driving and you in the passenger seat with his hand in yours. The five of you cram into Steve's car, bloodied and bruised and knackered but you're all alive. Steve drives through Hawkins but his focus is entirely on you. Since your injuries, he hadn't stopped touching you; holding your hand, arms wrapped around you... He had to keep touching you, had to keep reminding himself that you were okay. Every now and then, his thumb brushes over the bloodied skin of your hand. Dustin, Lucas and Max had radioed a while back to say that they got home okay, they'd nearly been caught by police but managed to escape so it was just a straight drive to Steve's. It felt strange being back in Hawkins. You hadn't been away for too long in the Upside Down but returning as though life was normal was a weird one. Things weren't normal; things were pretty fucking strange.

As the five of you enter Steve's house, Nancy darts off to the phone. She'll be trying to get a hold of Jonathan. Eddie asks if Steve's got any beer, Steve points him in the direction of the kitchen and Robin follows in search for food.

It's just you and Steve standing in the hallway.

"How's your leg?" He asks you.

"Fucking killer," you frown, looking down at the bloodied state of your jeans. You hadn't realised just how much you'd bled with being in the tinted red Upside Down since it was kind of hard to see but now it was a stark contrast against your light blue jeans even in the darkness of the night.

"You wanna go shower first?"

You nod quickly. The thought of a shower appeals to you, being able to wash off the dirt, grime and blood and getting to properly clean your wound, oh it sounds like bliss. The only thing that halts you - as you attempt to very slowly climb the stairs - is that Steve obviously won't be in there with you. For the entirety of the night, since jumping into the lake and heading into the Upside Down, Steve had been by your side, constantly touching you in some way, and now... you weren't ready for that to stop. Things had changed, things that you weren't sure you could keep a secret for much longer, and you weren't ready to be apart from him, not yet; not ever.

You glance back at him and he seems to know what you're thinking. He can tell by the panicked look in your eye and he quickly nods and says, "I'll be right outside the door, I promise."

He helps you as much as he can upstairs, holding you up while you hiss and curse in agony as pains shoot up your leg, and helps you into his bedroom. He raids his closet and finds an old jersey of his, it's big and baggy and it'll definitely fit you, before he grabs a pair of stretchy gym shorts from his closet, "Here," he says as he hands you it, "change into these and we'll wash your clothes. We'll get everyone's stuff washed actually."

You're quiet as you nod and pad slowly back to the bathroom, Steve behind you. He slides down the wall, sitting on the floor just to the left of the bathroom door, "I'll wait here, take as long as you need." You're hesitant to leave him but you know that there's no way around this so you thank him and close the door behind you. As soon as you're in the bathroom, you want to turn back and find comfort in his arms but you force yourself to move forwards towards the shower. You have no other choice but to shower, you need to get cleaned up and you'd already prolonged that for long enough.

Stripping off your clothes is harder than you thought it was going to be, they're stuck to you, stuck to your skin from dampness, sweat and blood. You manage to peel your t-shirt off before chucking it to the floor. You take a breath as your hands work gently to untie the makeshift bandage around your leg. You curse loudly and Steve's calling out after you, asking if you're alright.

"Fine," your voice is tense as you try and breathe the pain away, "just getting these stupid jeans off. Leg's agony."

"Once you're cleaned I'll get the first aid kit and patch you up, give you painkillers too." He wishes that he could do more, that it could've been him instead of you that got badly hurt but there's nothing he can do now. All he can do is try and help you be comfortable.

"Can you talk to me about something? I need a distraction so I can pull these jeans off."

Immediately, he straightens and starts talking to you about the time in sixth grade when William Denver got a pencil lodged in his ear after a dare gone wrong. It was the distraction you needed as you managed to pull your jeans down with some ease and some pain. You stay standing for a minute just listening to him talking, it's nice; he's nice. You like that he didn't even question it, he just produced a memory from random and started rambling about it. He never made you feel silly or like you were asking for too much, he just did whatever you needed him to.

"Steve?" You say after a minute .

"Yeah?"

"You can stop talking, I did it."

"How does the wound look?"

"Gonna be honest, Harrington, I'm not fucking looking at it." It was the truth. You don't want to look at the wound, not yet. You'll wait until it was clean to do that. If you look now, you'd freak out so instead, you climb into the shower and almost instantly, you feel a million times better.

As Steve sat outside, scraping blood from under his nails, he couldn't get something that Eddie had said to him out of his head.

"It was (y/n), dude. As soon as you were pulled under, she was off like a shot. I've never seen anyone move that fast. She didn't even think about it, just dove in straight after you... You've got a good one there, dude. Can tell she really loves you."

Was that true? Did you love him? The questions whirred around Steve's mind and it was all he could focus on, nothing else except you. Things had changed and it was obvious, even to the two of you.

The water is hot but not too hot that it hurts. You stand in the shower just letting the water rush over you for what feels like forever, you're just enjoying avoiding looking at the bottom of the bathtub. When you finally look, it shocks you that it's still red, that there's still so much blood and grime on your skin that it's still turning the running water red. It makes your stomach flip and makes your eyes fill with tears. You'd hoped that by the time you opened your eyes, the only reminder about what happened that night would be the bite on your leg but when you open your eyes, the reminder is still all over you. You're still caked with dirt and blood, sticking to each and every crevice of you. With outstretched hands, you steady yourself against the wall as the reality of the whole situation hits you. It hits you hard from Steve choking to you passing out to the piggy back to the events in the Creel house... it all hits you like a train and you can't hold back the sobs that wrack your body. All you want to do is curl up and cry and sleep and pretend everything was normal.

It's too much. It's all too much. Steve was used to this life but you weren't, he'd always kept you safe from this world and now here you were, standing in the shower covered in blood; your blood, your friends blood and strange creature's blood. Bile rose in your throat as you desperately try and calm down. Your whole body is shaking as reality hits you, the adrenaline from diving into the lake to save your best friend stayed in the Upside Down, it didn't come back. You don't feel brave anymore but instead weak and scared.

Steve hears you. He can hear the sobs that come from you though drowned out by the shower but he hears and it breaks his heart. He looks at his hands which have dried blood coating them; your blood. He knows the feeling that's crashing over you, he knows how intense and overwhelming those moments are so he does the only thing he can do. He begins to talk loudly so that you can hear him over the noise of the shower, he doesn't know what he's talking about, he's just talking. He needs to fill the space, needs you to concentrate on something other than the panic and dread that's nestled and made its home so very deep inside of you.

You frown as you try and control your crying to listen. He's rambling about the time in eighth grade when he decided to skateboard off of the top of his garage and he ended up with a broken ankle. Rambling about how freaked out he was seeing the blood and the bone and how calm you were, about how you calmed him down told him that he'd be okay. You were the one who calmed him down with jokes in the ambulance ride to hospital and when they told him he'd need surgery, it was you who made him feel better by saying he'd have such a cool scar. It was you who waited hours on him coming out even despite your mom not being happy since it was a school night. It was you who visited first. It was you who signed his cast first.

"You've always been the strong one, (y/n). Always been the one to help me out... Always been you."

You'd been so focused on listening that your body worked in autopilot, scrubbing your skin hard of all of the grime and blood and when he was finished, you realised that you were almost done too. You catch a glance or two at your thigh, the wound is angry and red and it's deep but it's not as bad as it once looked. You scrub your nails furiously, trying to get the blood that's jammed under them out, before turning the water off.

You can hear him talking to someone outside the door, it sounds like Robin. You dry yourself off, careful not to irritate your thigh too much, before pulling on his jersey and shorts. They fit and they fit baggy which surprises you. They must've been huge on Steve. You wipe the steamed up mirror to look at the blurry vision of you. You like it, you like wearing his clothes. They smell like him, a mixture of cologne, pine and vanilla. You love that smell.

It's not much longer before he's knocking on the door, "You alright?"

You don't reply and instead just open the door. He almost can't function as you stand there in his clothes. It's an old jersey and shorts but oh my god, you make them look incredible. Something within him stirs, something possessive and feral inside of him but it's forgotten about after a second when you ask him if he's alright, "You're just staring at me, you good?" You feel self-conscious under his gaze because he's never looked at you like that before, at least not that you've been aware of. You shift in his jersey, self-consciously tugging at the hem to pull it down so it wasn't clinging to your stomach.

"I, uh, yeah. I'm fine." He nods quickly, "Robin came up a couple minutes ago. Her and Nancy are gonna use the downstairs shower so pointed them in the direction of my mom's closet for clothes. Eddie's just showered and is wandering about in his boxers so just don't look." You manage a small smile, "She says that Nancy's making some food if you wanted to go down-" He sees the absolute look of terror in your eyes, "Or you can wait here for me coming out the shower?" You nod quickly, "Okay, that's fine. I'll try to not take too long." He smiles knowing that you don't want to be away from him, he doesn't want to be away from you either. He grabs himself a clean towel and something to change into before disappearing into the hot and steamy bathroom.

You awkwardly manage to slide down the wall without irritating your leg too much as you wait for him to finish. You try and shut your mind off, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts for any longer than necessary, so you distract yourself with any means necessary.

You think back to when you and Steve were twelve and had thrown a party for the two of you in your basement. You'd stolen your dad's old records as the two of you danced around, wired to the moon on sugar and candy. A song had come on, Life On Mars - David Bowie, and the two of you were in total amazement. It swiftly became 'your song' as Steve dubbed it. It wasn't romantic like most couples songs were but it was a song that the two of you would dance around the room and sing loudly in the car to. You began to hum it quietly to yourself trying to stay focused in the memory of that silly party the two of you threw.

He doesn't take too long but it's been long enough when it hits the fifteen minute mark. You feel on edge. You know that he's just on the other side of the door but you don't feel right knowing that he's not there beside you. Your hands fidget nervously with the hem of the jersey as you breathe in his scent from it to keep calm. You long abandoned humming David Bowie as after five minutes, you were driving yourself insane, and instead spent the last ten minutes with your eyes squeezed shut head pressed back against the wall as you try and calm the rising panic.

The door swings open a few minutes later and there he is, standing there freshly cleaned and washed with his sopping wet hair still looking perfect and a clean t-shirt and shorts on. You reach out for him to help you up and when he does, you throw your arms around him tightly. You need to feel him, need to know he's okay and he's safe. He seems to need this embrace as much as you do as he responds by tightly pulling you against him, bodies flush against the other, warm and damp. His hands grip onto the fabric of your material as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, "I almost lost you," he breathes out. His voice is thick and you can tell that he's close to tears. He can't get over how close he came to losing you. It put everything into perspective for him then, made him realise that life was too short to continue pretending that there wasn't obviously something between the two of you.

"I almost lost you," you murmur as tears build in your eyes, lips once again grazing over the skin of his neck, "I saw you go under and I just- I didn't even think I just jumped in after you." Steve closed his eyes briefly, so what Eddie had told him was true.

It almost doesn't feel real what happened tonight. The whole thing, even this standing in the safe arms of Steve Harrington, it feels like you could blink and be back in the Upside Down so you cling to him and he clings back just as hard. Neither of you cry but the fact that you both welled up over nearly losing the other proved the point regardless.

It's not until you hear someone padding upstairs that the two of you break apart, though his hand holds yours, it's Nancy. She's wearing pyjamas that belonged to Steve's mom, loose and baggy on her, "Food's ready," her voice is quiet and her smile is apologetic knowing that she's just walked into something that she shouldn't be seeing.

Steve nods before he gathers yours and his clothes and then he leads you slowly downstairs to go and eat. Steve tells you that you'll eat then he'll patch your leg up. The smell hits you when you walk into the kitchen; pizza, chicken nuggets and fries. Nancy had raided the freezer and put on a feast for everyone. You didn't think you were hungry until you got there and saw the food. Steve bundles together everyone's clothes and chucks them into the washing machine, pouring a healthy amount of detergent in before turning it on. It's only then as the five of you crowd round the table, chairs squeaking as you pull them in, that you feel the hunger. You all eat in silence the only noise that can be heard is chewing and the grumble of the washing machine. Usually you didn't like eating in front of people, you got worried about what they'd think about your portion size or made a comment but right now you didn't care. With Steve's hand on your knee, you couldn't care about anything else right now. It doesn't take long before the food's finished and you're all guzzling on the water bottles that Nancy had placed on the table.

It's then that you look around the table, looking at everyone. Everyone's clean, smelling of vanilla body wash and coconut shampoo, with clean clothes that are a little loose and baggy (aside from Eddie who only wears boxers but he's wrapped the throw from the couch around himself) but the angry red scrapes, scratches and cuts that litter everyone's limbs are hard to hide. Nancy's managed to shower, change, cook dinner and even managed to treat hers, Robin's and Eddie's scrapes and cuts in the time it took you and Steve to shower. Impressive.

Once the food's finished, everyone scatters. No one really talks aside from their 'thank you's to Nancy. Steve gathers the plates up and puts them in the sink. You wait. He'll wash them in the morning he decides before moving to the counter where Nancy had left the first aid box. He grabs it and wiggles it in his hand, "You ready?"

You nod, "Let's get it over with."

He kneels down in front of you as you sit in the chair, "Can I?" He asks as he nods to the shorts you're wearing. You nod. Robin walks into the kitchen and quickly backs away, the scene unfolding far too intimate for anyone else to see. She warns Nancy and Eddie to stay away. Steve hands are gentle as he rolls your shorts upwards to get to your mid thigh. It's then you both get a good look at your wound. It's angry and raw but it looks better. The bleeding stopped a while ago so that's a good sign. Still hurts like hell though.

He rummages through the first aid box, finding a wipe and a large plaster, "It's gonna hurt." He tells you as he tears open the antiseptic wipe. You nod quickly and with a tender hand, he cleans it. It stings and burns but you aren't focusing on the cut, you're looking at Steve. You're looking at the way his hair falls into his vision and he blows it away with an upwards puff of air. You're watching the way his brow furrows in concentration as he gnaws on his lower lip making sure to not cause any further harm to you.

He grabs stuff to dress it with, glancing up at you, doing a double take when he realises that you're staring at him, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

You shake your head, "No, you're fine."

He goes back to gently dressing your wound and before you know it, he's finished. You go to pull away but Steve reaches out, "You forgot the most crucial part of patching up a wound," he chides, that playful tone once again back where it belongs. You frown but before you can ask what he means, his head ducks low and his lips graze the skin above the dressing. It's so soft and gentle that you wouldn't have known he'd done it had you not been staring at him with wide eyes. Where he kisses feels hot but not from the wound rather from him. Your heart beats fast in your chest and your cheeks feel like they're on fire, "There." His breath tickles over your skin. He lingers for a few seconds, too long for a friend, before he pulls back and stands up leaving you sitting there absolutely stunned.

He smirks as he turns away from you, discarding the empty wrappers in the bin, he knows what he's doing to you. Hope burns strong inside him, hope that maybe this is it; this is his chance, your chance. When he turns around you tell him to sit down, "Mine are fine," he says with a shake of the head, "not as bad as yours."

"So?" You ask with a raised brow, "Sit."

He complies.

You grab some plasters that were at the bottom of the box which happen to be some yellow and red plasters with various wild animals on them. Steve laughs slightly, "Seriously?" He asks as you grab a wipe to clean him.

"It's the only plasters you've got, not my fault Harrington."

He rolls his eyes but humours you and lets you dab his cuts carefully before sticking down the plasters. You only plaster the ones that are deeper so he ends up with some on his arms and one on his left temple. He goes to stand up, "Wait," you tell him fighting off a smirk, "you forgot the most crucial part of patching up a wound." His eyes widen slightly and his Adam's apple bobs in his throat. Two can play at your game, Harrington. Slowly, you duck your head to press gentle kisses to the cuts on his arms, lips lingering just as his did. Steve swallows hard. It's taking everything to control himself right now and even then, he's barely controlling himself. He can't stop thinking about the way your lips feel, soft and warm on his skin, and he can't stop thinking about how they'd feel against his own.

Your heart is beating harder but you don't let it show as you lean in close to him. Steve's eyes are trained on you, never wavering, entirely focused on your next move. You press a gentle kiss to his temple, your hand rests on his knee for leverage. Steve swallows hard again and you secretly smile knowing that you're having some form of effect on him. He can smell you, smell the shampoo in your hair that he uses, he can smell his jersey on you and he loves that he can smell himself on you. Again, that primal urge rises in him but he pushes it away as you lean back and sit back down in your chair.

"Uh... thanks," he says as he clears his throat. You like seeing him like this, flustered and flushed, "How's it feel?" He asks referring to your wound.

"Better." Your cheeks feel hot as you replay the moment of him kissing your thigh over and over in your head. He stands up and takes your hand before slowly leading you out of the kitchen and into the living room. You like the way his hand feels in yours, warm and large.

Eddie's set up camp for the night there, laying on the couch under a blanket with a cushion shoved under his head. Robin's curled in the armchair almost half asleep but Steve taps her leg and tells her to go to the guest room, Nancy too who was coming downstairs carrying blankets. Without a word, the two girls nod and head upstairs.

You and Steve aren't far behind them, following them up after he locks the door. There's no question of where you're sleeping, not an utterance of a word about it, instead it's just quiet acceptance. He makes sure that Nancy and Robin are comfortable before leading you into his bedroom and quietly closing the door behind him.

Nerves bubble in your stomach. It's different. You've been in Steve's room hundreds of times over the years of being friends. You'd slept in this room plenty before too on duvets on the floor and once in his bed curled up with him after a drunken party. This time though... it feels different. It doesn't feel like sleeping over with a friend because well, he's not a friend anymore. You aren't sure how he feels about you but you know that this isn't how friends treat each other. You don't want to get your hopes up just in case but they're there, niggling under the surface of your skin.

It's only when you're in his room with the door closed, you're unsure what to do next. Steve's not shy and he knows exactly where you're going to be. He walks to his side of the bed and lifts the duvet to get in, "Well?" He asks, "Hurry up and get in here."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

Your heart beats fast as you climb into bed beside him. The bed smells like him, it smells like home. Steve watches you the whole time, the words he wants to say are right there on the tip of his tongue, locked behind his teeth but he's not feeling brave anymore so he stays silent. There's a certain tension in the air that you both feel as you lie on your sides, facing each other. Your heart hammers in your chest as your mind whirs with the possibilities of what might be.

The moon seems to be right outside of Steve's open windows, shining in bright so that you can see him, he's a duller and darker version in this light but he's still Steve; your Steve. You look up at him from behind long lashes and you find his eyes boring into yours, roaming and searching, looking for an answer to the question that he hasn't asked. It seems to click then, to both of you, that this was something more than what is once was or maybe this is way it always had been but it was only now you were realising it. He shifts closer and you do too as his eyes switch from your lips to your eyes. The burning desire to kiss someone has never been this strong before.

All you can hear is the beat of your heart in your ears like a drum, faster and faster, as you inch closer to him. He finds one of your hands lost under the sheets and takes it, clasping your fingers together tightly. It's then when you look up and realise that you're almost pressed together. Steve swallows, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, as his breath tickles over your face.

It happens.

You're not sure who moved in first, it was more like a joint effort to meet in the middle. Your eyes flutter shut as Steve closes the gap between your lips, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It's a small kiss, gentle and it doesn't last long but in that moment, everything slots together and you feel like everything's right again. He's testing the waters with this kiss, keeps it short and sweet before he pulls back a few centimetres, eyes scanning your face for some kind of regret or negativity but he doesn't find it.

Your mind reels from the fact that you and Steve just kissed. Your stomach is a jumble of nerves overlapping each other and writhing deep in the pit of your stomach. That few seconds where you're just staring at each other, eyes searching for confirmation, seemed to solidify something for the two of you, a silent agreement, consent and before you knew it, it was a push and a pull of bodies. Your free hand tangles in his shirt, pulling him close as his pulls you in at the waist.

No other kiss has ever felt like this one. It's fast and hard, smashing of lips and clashing tongues. It's hungry and passionate, it's a 'finally' moment, a breath of fresh air, a breath of relief. You've never been kissed like this before; never been kissed with such intensity and passion behind it. He kisses you like it means something because to him, it does; it means everything.

With a swift kick, he shoves the sheets to the floor where they gather in a pile. He rolls you onto your back and shifts without breaking the kiss so that he's over you, hands on either side of your head as you kiss. His knee moves between your legs, parting them, and pushing upwards. You gasp, breaking the kiss, at the sudden friction between your legs.

He snaps back.

His eyes roam your face again as your brow furrows. He worries that he's gone too far, moved too fast, but you grab a handful of his cotton shirt and pull him back down to kiss you. There's a new found confidence within you, allowing you to grab him and kiss him which you wouldn't have done before, you kiss him hard and he seems to get the hint that you want this, that you want him.

You almost feel like you need to be pinched, like at any moment you're going to open your eyes and you'll be somewhere else; that this is all a dream. For years, you'd had a crush on him but you thought it would always just be a secret and never be reciprocated but here he is, kissing you as though his goddamn life depends on it. You. He's kissing you. If 14 year old you could see you now. Well maybe not the scenes that would unfold in the next few minutes but my god, it would be the biggest confidence boost knowing that you, despite your weight and despite your size, would have Steve Harrington fawning over you. It felt good to be wanted, it felt right.

Soon the kiss turns needy and desperate as heat pools between your legs. Your hips push downwards into his knee trying to feel the friction through the cotton shorts that you wear. Steve's lips pull away from yours, extracting an audible whine from you, as he moves to your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. He kisses everywhere, peppering small kisses on the soft skin before finding the spot on your neck that makes your gasp and makes your back arch. His hands are on your sides, dancing the hem of the jersey you wear up, and it's then it kicks in. Your hand darts out to catch his, stopping it in its place.

He stops.

"Am I going too fast- dammit, shit, sorry, sweetheart. I-I got carried away-"

You shush his worries and cut off his rambling before you answer him softly, "Self-conscious." Your voice is a mere whisper and Steve's face immediately softens. You'd never really had anyone touch you like this, with so much care and love and it makes you so aware of all of your imperfections. The worry that sits in the back of your mind, too, is that you know Steve's dating history; tiny, petite and pretty girls... Not you. Not fat and curvy and lumpy. Steve's eyes bore into yours and he can see your worries, sitting so openly and plainly in front of him.

"Baby," he murmurs, hand trailing fire over your cheek as he caresses it, "I think you're perfect." You look in his eyes and you know that there's a decade of trust there, a decade of friendship and loyalty, a decade of love, "You don't have to hide from me." You're still not quite there so Steve continues, "Your body, your smile, your laugh; you are perfect to me, (y/n). Beautiful. Your weight and size doesn't make you any less so... I want you, (y/n). Why do you think I only gave you my clothes to wear? I only want you, no one else." You hadn't thought about why you were the only one wearing Steve's clothes. It hadn't really clicked to be honest. He'd sent Robin and Nancy to his mom's closet, Eddie chose to be half naked, and you were the only one wearing Steve's clothes. It was such an honest, sweet, possessive action that it made the heat burn between your legs.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to the side of your jaw, then another and another before he pulls back, "You want me to stop?"

You shake your head.

"Speak up, babygirl."

"Don't stop," you whisper, "I want you... Fuck, Steve, I need you." Hearing you say it makes his cock twitch in his shorts. It doesn't take much until he's rock hard, pressing against your thigh as he kisses you again, hot and heavy.

His hands resume sliding under your shirt, over the lumps and bumps and curves of your stomach and sides until they find your bare breast, heading straight for your hard nipple. His thumb grazes over it, extracting a soft moan from your parted lips. Steve moans into your neck at the sound of you, "God," he groans, "you even sound so fucking pretty."

Your whole body feels hot, feels like you're burning a fever but in the best way possible, "Take it off," you get a moment of bravery as you push him back and pull off of the jersey, throwing it across the room where it bundles in a pile at the wardrobe. You hoist your lower half up and rather ungracefully tear off your shorts and throw them over to where the jersey resides on the floor. Thankfully Steve was to preoccupied with taking his shirt off to see.

It was when he looked back down at you, ready to move in to kiss your breast, that he stopped.

"Holy fuck, baby."

He looks at you like you're the only thing of importance in the world. The way he stares at you, drinking in your body, your curves, your stretchmarks, it makes you shift and wriggle awkwardly. The way that he looks at you, you've never had anyone look at you like that before. His gaze is so awe-filled and you never want him to stop. He follows every line, every bump, every freckle, every blemish on your body until it leads back to your face and your eyes, "So goddamn pretty."

He bends his head, taking your nipple in his mouth tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, as his fingers press into your hips. The moans that he was pulling from you were like music to his ears, every moan and mewl making his cock twitch with anticipation. Every time you moan, he hums against your nipple. God he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing you or making you feel good. Your back arches and his hand slips over your stomach, groping the curve of it. You shiver and squirm but not because you're uncomfortable. His touch sends tingles down your spine and all across your soft, sensitive skin.

"Steve," you whisper out, back arching as his fingers push apart your thick thighs, "I- I- need you."

Steve growls against your skin, "Never thought I'd hear you say that, baby," he says against your skin before taking your nipple back in his mouth, tongue swirling and circling around it as his fingers trail down your thick thighs to your aching hot sex.

You've never had anyone touch you like this, your hand brushes against his and he stills, raising his head to look at you, "I've never... you know..." You're a virgin. He already knows it, just like you know that he's not and he's not been for a long time.

Steve nods, "I'll be gentle, babygirl," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth, "if it hurts or you want me to stop-"

"I'll tell you."

Steve grins, that half grin you love so much, before he attacks your neck again as his fingers continue their agonisingly slow dance down your thighs, "God," he moans into your neck as he hears the way your breath hitches in your throat, "you sound too fucking pretty. I want to hear you moan for me..." His fingers graze over your slick cunt and my god, you're soaked, "God, I want to do this right; I want to take my time with you but- I don't know how much longer I can go." His fingers part you and circle your sex until they brush over your clit.

Your eyes roll backwards as your back arches to a level you never knew possible and Steve grins at your reaction. He presses harder on your clit, pressing and circling lazy circles. Your body twists and convulses, overwhelmed by the new sensations that he's causing, your words are a jumble of moans and curse words crumbling beneath him and he's never witnessed anything so beautiful.

"J-Jesus, Steve-"

His hips involuntarily buck forwards, colliding with your thigh and his head falls as he groans, "Baby, you can't say my name like that," he hisses, "you'll make me- Jesus- I've never had that before- never had this. I'm so- so desperate for you and just hearing you, just seeing you like this is enough to make me- fuck." You love having that effect on him but he doesn't let you enjoy it for too long before a finger is pushing at your entrance. He searches your eyes and you nod as he coats it in your slick heat before slowly, his finger is being pushed inside of you.

You kiss him. Lips open and tongues swirling as he pushes inside of you, you moan against his mouth and he seems to understand what you want. He shifts and slowly pushes another finger into you and it isn't long until your hands are tugging at the sheets, his hair, nails digging into strong shoulders as you come undone beneath him. Your mind is a jumble of everything Steve. All those moments with Steve. The innocent laughter of kids, the secrets of teenagers, the awkwardness of young adults. The inside jokes, the teasing jibes, the playful roll of the eyes, the secret glances when you think he isn't look, his lovesick whenever you laugh.

Steve feels like he could finish right here, right now. Not even inside you and barely started. This moment had been in the works for years and now it was here, years of tension built up into a few lustful, passionate moments. He slips his fingers from you and immediately takes them in his mouth, tasting your natural tang on his tongue. He moans against them as he licks your wetness from them, "Fucking delicious, babygirl." He tugs his shorts down and looks down at you, "Shit, condom-"

"I'm on the pill, Steve," you pant, "we don't need it."

"Are you sure? We can stop-"

"Steve," you cut him off, leaning up on your elbows to give him a quick peck, "I'm sure."

He lines himself up and readies you for him to push into you. You gasp at his size and he gives you a few seconds to adjust before he checks if you're alright and want to continue. It's not sore, it's an unfamiliar sensation but it feels good. You nod to let Steve know you're ready to continue. His finger trails lazily down your thigh, avoiding your wounds, as he looks at you with teasing eyes.

"Words, please."

"More- God, more."

He complies, his pace slow and steady. It takes everything in his to not implode then and there in your slick warmth. It's all a bit of a blur, it feels like you're high or drunk, fuzzy around the edges and tingly. Steve's groaning into your neck, sounds that drive you crazy because my god how does he sound so fucking pretty too? Your legs are tight around him as he kisses you hard, pace quickening with every thrust. It doesn't feel like anything you'd experienced before. It's deep and makes your body squirm and shake, it makes noises you didn't know you could make escape from your throat; it makes you go wild.

"You feel so-" he groans, "so fucking good, babygirl."

The way he speaks to you, voice dark and dripping with lust, could easily tip you over the edge once more but you hang on, wanting to stretch it out just a little longer. Your eyes meet Steve's. You'd always wondered that if you and Steve did ever get together, would it be awkward? Would it be uncomfortable at first? You had your answer. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt like how it should; it felt right. Like two pieces of a puzzle slotting together perfectly.

"Cum for me," Steve pants, peppering kisses all over your face, your neck, your shoulder. Your body involuntarily convulses, gasping at his words, "Cum for me, babygirl."

You couldn't stop yourself even if you tried. One second you're staring into Steve's eyes, the next you're tumbling into the blissful vortex of an orgasm, writhing and wriggling beneath him. The sensations overwhelm you; so much pleasure, so much build up and now you're unravelling at the seams for him; for Steve. Your eyes squeeze shut as your hands go between pulling at his hair to gripping his flesh with your nails, probably adding new cuts to his already bruised and battered body. The moans that come from you, jesus, he barely contains himself. The knowledge that he's the one making you feel this good, he's the one inside you, the one who's making you moan like that... he could explode inside you right now.

"Fucking hell, babygirl," he groans into your neck, "too fucking good, too fucking tight and pretty."

His thrusts slow as you come down from your high, allowing you some time to calm your racing heart and tingly limbs. Your breathing is erratic and you can't seem to form a single word or even a single thought but only Steve. Just Steve. Always Steve.

"I can't hold it, baby," he whispers, "you're too much; perfect but so- so fucking good." He means that you're too much in the highest of compliments. He could've came with just the sight of your naked body, hell just kissing you could've made him explode, the sound of you could've made it happen so the fact he's here, listening to you, touching you, kissing you, inside of you... it's so much; too much but he never wants it to stop. He wants it forever - wants you forever.

Slowly regaining some strength back, your hips rock into his. You're unsure of how to exactly do it but you know you're doing something right when he's cursing and gasping into your ear. The more he reacts, the more confidence you gain.

"Cum for me," you whisper in his ear just as he had done to you.

His moans make you shudder with excitement and it's not long before he's cursing and groaning loudly into your neck and the pillow you lay on, fist clenched around your hand. His thrusts grow quick and sloppy and you continue to talk him through it until he stills and shudders.

Pants fill the humid air as the two of you recover and fall down from your highs. It's a moment later when Steve slowly slides out of your warmth and slides off of you, falling onto the bed next to you. He doesn't give you any time to miss his touch because as soon as he's off of you, he's pulling you in at the waist and pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

You don't know what it is, the rushing tsunami of emotions, the reality hitting you or just the whole day's overwhelming nature but you feel vulnerable in those few moments afterwards and instinctively, your hands scrabble for the sheet, pulling it half over yourself.

"Hey," Steve murmurs, one eye open, "you never have to hide from me again."

You curl into him, "I know... It's just... weird getting used to it." It doesn't feel awkward or uncomfortable or even weird. The only weird thing about it is how normal it feels. You settle into Steve's arms as you feel a question bubbling up inside of you. "How... How was it?" It's a question that you're unsure you want the answer to because what if he hated it? What if it was just okay? It's too late now anyway, the deed has been done and the question has been asked.

Steve pulls a long breath out, "I seriously mean this, babygirl... the best, most intense, most mindblowingly awesome sex I've ever had in my life. No joke. Seriously like-"

You find yourself laughing, cheeks burning and heart racing at the compliments he continued to pour out, "Okay, okay, stop, I get it! I'm the best sex you've ever had in your life and you'll never find anyone like me ever again-"

"I don't want anyone ever again." His mood turns serious, a snap of the fingers and all laughter is gone, "I only want you, (y/n)... This isn't a one-time thing for me." You look up at him and you see that expression back once again, sad and scared, "I almost lost you, (y/n). I'm never letting you go again."

Your heart skips a beat, "So what does that mean for us?"

"it means that I-" the words are right there, locked behind teeth but he doesn't feel brave anymore, "I can't lose you."

"I can't lose you either." It's as good as an admission goes. You know how he feels just like he knows how you feel for him but the two of you have been too brave for today and neither has any intrepidness left in you so you leave it at that. You'll tell him the true nature of your feelings at some point but not right now, not yet. So for now, it's enough and it isn't long before the darkness wraps its arms around you and pulls you to sleep.

Steve settles with you wrapped up around him. He's warm, almost too warm, but he's not letting go of you. He can't. With a deep breath, he does his best to block today's events in the Upside Down out of his mind and focuses on the sound of your breathing to help lull him to sleep.

The lot of you don't get up until well into the afternoon, bodies and minds equally as exhausted. Your body is sorer in the morning, achier and just plain tired, Steve thinks it's his fault and he keeps apologising profusely but kisses work wonders to soothe his worries.

"I'm just bruised and battered. Not from you, Steve. You can't ever hurt me."

When you and Steve finally emerge from downstairs, Nancy's on the phone to Jonathan, Robin's watching TV and Eddie's surprisingly making breakfast. He's quiet and his smile doesn't quite hit his eyes but he tries his best to lift spirits. When the two of you pass Robin, she gives you a warm smile - a knowing smile but not a teasing one. After the events of yesterday, there's no teasing, no jokes; it's a 'life is fucking short so get with the one you love immediately'.

Once more, you crowd around the breakfast table, a little livelier than last night but the bruises, cuts and dark circles under everyone's eyes tells a different story. Everyone's eyes have a darkness to them; a hollow emptiness after the trauma of last night. Eddie fills in the conversation where he can but even he isn't feeling up to it so the sound of silence is something that you've grown to be used to. Steve's hand doesn't leave your hand all morning, he still doesn't want to be away from you.

After breakfast, the five of you glance around at each other and there's a question that you all think but don't say. Steve finds himself answering, "You can all stay as long as you need. My parents won't be home for a week and-"

There's a group sigh of relief.

"Maybe just one more night," Nancy says, "until we can get a proper good night's sleep." She's always been so strong, so fearless but the fact that there's a slight tremor of fear in her voice is oddly comforting to you.

"Thank god because I wasn't going anywhere." Robin says as she finishes the last of her apple juice.

"Me either," Eddie says, "maybe we could extend the invite to Henderson and the rest of the little buddies."

As the rest of the group break off, with Eddie going to call Dustin and Nancy and Robin cleaning up, you and Steve move outside to sit by the pool. Steve's arm is tight around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace, "I love you." He's not feeling very brave today but he says it anyway. Life's too short, he learned that last night. So even despite his worries and fears, he had to tell you. Why not?

You press a kiss to his neck, smiling. See? Like two puzzle pieces slotting together. His confession makes you feel brave and makes you feel like you could tell him. Last night was a night of firsts; first time into the Upside Down, first time getting wounded, first time having sex so what's wrong with another first? First time telling someone that you love them; first time telling Steve. The boy who you thought was so far out of your league. Years ago you'd accepted your fate of just being friends but now? Now you were here, in his arms, so why the fuck would you let your fears stop you from taking the leap of faith?

"I love you, too." He presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling.

The two of you stay there, curled up together and smiling, until Dustin and crew get there and until Dustin yells at the top of his lungs, "I fucking knew it! Fifty bucks Harrington!"

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[hearts4court]

I still hate you.

A/N: Kinda sped this up a bit by making the dialogue short cuz like— i love plus size!smut!! i need to go church after this, cuz it was FILTHYY. but i hope you like it<3🫠🙈

Requested by: @heartz3dom

Request: enemies to lovers with Steve Harrington X Fem!plus sized!reader with smut

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Pairing: Steve Harrington X Fem!plus size!reader

Warnings: cursing, reader wears glasses, kissing, sexual themes, p in v, mentions of blood, steve is a warning himself bc OML, Carol and Tommy.

God you hated him. His attitude, his intelligence, and his stupid, stupid hair.

Steve Harrington, the King of Hawkins, he was cute but the best thing about that asshole was his pretty face, and his hair.

He practically had girls throwing themselves on him constantly, all except you. You hated him, he hated you, y’all were always arguing about who’s better. Whether it was who’s better at exams, getting bitches, or holding a record for best drinker.

“C’mon Steve! You need to get laid.” Tommy said nudging his friend,”Stop fighting with Y/N for once, and go get yourself a girl!” Carol said.

“i don’t know. After Nancy i just-“, Steve started to say before Carol cut him off with a scoff. “Who cares about Nancy? You deserve a real girl, not some wannabe ‘innocent’ suburban girl.” Carol continued, making Steve sigh.

Steve couldn’t date or get with another girl. There was always someone on his mind, no it wasn’t Nancy. It was you.

Your laughter, the way you laughed kinda loud sometimes when something was really funny.

Your hair, how you always did something cute with it whether it was up or down.

And your eyes, how they lit up when you got excited about your interests, seeing your friends after a long day, or when you got good scores.

———

“i hate parties, Nancy! i don’t look good in dresses and the smell of alcohol makes me sick.” You say turning your head from her and putting your hand in front of her, to stop her speaking.

“Come on, Y/N! you’re so pretty and you need to live a little, stop staying in your room and reading books all day.” Nancy said while pushing your glasses up your nose as they were slipping off.

“Fine. Only for you.” You finally say after a long sigh, making her smile.

———

The night of Steve’s party, you put on a dress you liked and did your hair and makeup, trying to make yourself feel good.

When you heard Johnathans car honk, you know Nancy and Johnathan were here to pick you up.

“You look so pretty, Y/N!” Nancy said looking you up and down.

“You look- uh.. beautiful.” Johnathan stuttered with a soft smile, He was shy but he was still so respectful. Obviously Nancy didn’t take offense to his compliment towards you, because Johnathan loved Nancy with all his heart and would do anything for her.

“Thanks, Nanc. Thanks Johnny.”You say as you get into the car and buckle up.

“Yo! Steve! Drinking contest, you up?” Tommy said, making Steve shake his head.”Nah i’m good.” he spoke till his eyes widened as you walked into his house.

“Oh my god. She does not look good in that dress. She’s to fat.” Carol said smacking her gum.

“Shut up Carol.” Steve scoffed walking away from them.

———

You and Nancy were both talking in the kitchen when Tommy came up you, and began to flirt with you.

“I’m not interested, Thomas.” you say, Tommy had a girlfriend and you were respectful of that, and, Tommy wasn’t your type anyways.

“Come on, just because your big doesn’t mean i can’t treat you right-“ Tommy said before Carol came up to the three of you.

“Tommy! why are you flirting with Nancy the slut and Fatty?” She scoffed, “Don’t talk about us like that-“ Nancy started before Carol cut her off.” Shut up, Wheeler. And you- You do you think you are flirting with my boyfriend, Y/N?” Carol asked shoving you.

“i’m not flirting with Tommy! he’s flirting with me.” you snap back,” Yeah right, Nobody would flirt with you, Fatass.” Carol scoffed.

Tears built up in your eyes as she insulted you on your weight, when you felt something grab your waist and pull you behind them, you looked up at them and it was— Steve?!

“Both of you, out of my house, Now.” Steve said to his friends as he held you close to him, like he protecting you.

“Steve man it was—“ Tommy started to say before Steve cut him off just like Tom and Carol do to him.

“Now! take yourself and your bitch of a girlfriend and get the hell out of my house!” He scolded, heat rose to your cheeks as Steve defended you. He threw his friends out of his house just for you.

“Come on, Y/N. let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he took your hand and led you upstairs to his bedroom to clean your face off from the tears and smudged makeup.

“Steve— why did you do that? You hate me, we hate each other.” you said as you sniffled. He didn’t answer, he just sat you down on his bed and wiped your makeup off of your puffy eyes and red face.

“Steve. Answer me.” you whisper, grabbing his wrist, making him stop and lock eyes with you. It’s almost like something snapped in him, he quickly smashed his lips onto yours without hesitation. You kissed back, letting go of his wrist and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He growled lowly and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist and under your thighs-“Steve no-“ you say between kisses making him pull away,”what’s wrong?” he asked with concern.

“i’m— im heavy.” you whisper making him scoff,”i love everything about you. Your eyes, your voice, your personality, your body is just a bonus and probably the best thing about you.” He confessed making heat rise on your cheeks once more, and between your legs.

“Now, don’t ever doubt the way you look. you’re gorgeous. If you ever doubt yourself around me.. i will fuck you in till you believe you’re beautiful.” he said before kissing you again, sliding his hands up your thighs and under your dress, making you moan softly in his mouth.

He pushed you back on his bed and took off his shirt unbuckling his belt, he pushed your dress up and over your head. He looked down at your body in shock as he licked his lips.

“fuck.. you’re beautiful, my love. and you’re all mine..” he growled lowly. Steve leaned down and kissed your neck, unclipping your bra and discarding it on the floor with the rest of y’all’s clothes, he slid off his pants and boxers, pulling off your panties and sliding into you slowly causing you to gasp.

“just like.. cmon princess.. take all of me..” he whispered pushing himself into you fully.

“oh fuck-“ you whine as he thrusted into you slowly, “doing so good f’me..” he praised, you grip onto his shoulders, digging your nails into them.

“Steve— please, go faster!” you whine as he cooed,”anything for you, baby..” he grunted as he sped up, feeling you tighten around him.

“close already? i’m just getting started..” he chuckled lowly as he looked down at you, back arched, lip slightly bleeding from how hard you bit it. He gripped onto your hips, hard enough that they’ll definitely have bruises by morning.

“Fuck- m’gonna cum-“ you whine as he left hickeys on your neck.

“Yeah? be a good girl and cum on my cock, baby..” he groaned as he sped up his thrusts.

As soon as he felt you clench around him and cum around his cock, he came inside you before he pulled out and fell beside you, pulling you to him causing you to lay your head on his chest while he traced your stretch marks on your stomach.

“i hope your on birth control.” he whispered making you giggle, “i am, don’t worry.” you mumble sleepily.

“I still hate you, by the way.” he said making you hum, as you drifted off.

“No you don’t.”

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