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stevebabey · 1 year

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question on my lips

kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!

Steve’s in a bad mood.

Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.

But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.

And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.

Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.

Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.

But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.

His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.

He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)

“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”

He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.

In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.

Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.

“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.

You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”

Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”

He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”

Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.

Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.

You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.

“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”

Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.

“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“

“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.

“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.

“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”

“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”

“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.

You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.

“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.

Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”

There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.

“Were you gonna—?”

You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…

Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—

“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”

Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“

Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.

“Yes.”

Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.

“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”

And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’

Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.

“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.

You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.

“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”

You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.

Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.

His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.

You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.

Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.

Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.

Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.

“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.

He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.

You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.

Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.

He doesn’t disappoint.

#written and edited in the space of today #wapow!#if there’s mistakes! no there’s not!#i’m worried u can’t tell he’s proposing in the beginning so fingers crossed #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #girl what tf do i tag it’s been so long so i’ve posted for the x reader girlies #ruby writes steve #steve #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #ok i can’t be bothered

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syvvieon · 4 months

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idea my theatre friends n i came up with. something like into the woods where it's a mass crossover between all the fairytales but instead of fairytales it's musicals taking place in highschools. like. some of the antics there would be actually WILD.

like. imagine the absolute BEEF that would go down between the plastics and the heathers. imagine how tracy hairspray would react to the death of the entire st. cassian chamber choir (excluding penny lamb who decided not to ride the rollercoaster that day). imagine ellie/katherine from freaky friday fighting savannah as WELL as heather chandler, regina george, amber von tussle, and ocean o'connell rosenburg.

#musicals #into the woods #heathers #mean girls #hairspray #freaky friday #ride the cyclone

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steve-harringtons-ass · 1 year

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Desperation-Eddie x Female reader- NSFW 18+

Yall this is my first fic I’m posting on here so hopefully this doesn’t look stupid?

CW- MxF intercourse, light banter, mentions of alcohol, foreplay

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There was something about weddings that made you love... Love. Which was kind of shocking, considering every other day of the year you swore up and down that marriage wasn't you thing….

…Until you met Eddie. Once he was added to the mix, you were done for. Though it wasn’t love at first sight. It was years of friendship throughout elementary and middle school. You had drifted apart by freshman year, but reconnected at the beginning of your junior year. Now, you were both in college and absolutely head over heels for each other.

So naturally, Eddie's your plus one everywhere. Including your cousin's upcoming wedding- which is later today. You had told him to meet you in your driveway by 2, that way there was more than enough time to make the hour and a half drive to the venue.

He's very excited to go. But a little nervous, as he's never been to a wedding before.

You watch as Eddie's van pulls into your driveway. Early. Must be excited.

You go downstairs and greet him in your pajamas.

"Sorry, I was just finishing up my hair, c'mon in."

"You mean I got ready before you?" He cracks a smile as the two of you head up to your room. You're sitting at your dresser, making sure your curls were locked in with enough hairspray to rip the ozone layer to shreds. You just have your curls down, pinning the front pieces in the back with a lilly hairclip.

Eddie's wearing a suit, sitting carefully on your bed.

You move onto fixing your makeup in the mirror, glancing over at his reflection. You look back at your own once he meets your gaze. He loves when he catches you looking at him. He thinks it's adorable, but he'd never tell you that.

"There's that stare you always got."

"I have no idea what you mean." You open your eyes wide as you put on mascara. "I have never even looked at you before, I'm blind."

"You're makin' me nervous, is it my suit?"

"No! No, I promise." You take out your lipstick tube. "You look good. Really good." You want to stay in for the day. Cancel on the wedding, close all your blinds, and fuck like goddamn bunnies. But that's not possible today.

You watch a light pink color spread across his face.

"Okay," You stand up. "Gotta change real quick and then I'll be ready."

"Do you want me to leave then?" He asks.

"I don't mind if you don't." You really don't want him to. It's always more fun to see how excited he gets when he sees you strip.

"Oh I definitely don't mind, I never mind." He smiles.

"Of course not, you perv." You're digging through your summer clothes, trying to find the dress you planned on wearing. You pull out a long, black dress, tossing it on your bed.

"God, if only it wasn't so easy to bring you to your knees, that might've hurt!" He grabs his chest, pretending to be in pain.

"And if it wasn't so easy to give you the world's worst case of blue balls-" You say, in-between removing your clothes.

"Alright alright, I get it." He glances at you, trying to hide the fact that he can't stop looking.

"Don't get drool on your suit, Eds." You step into your dress, shimmying it up and onto your shoulders. As if on cue, Eddie stands up and zips the back for you.

"You're beautiful, I can't help it." He watches as you adjust the thick, off shoulder straps. The dress had ruffles adorning the hem, and beaded lillies towards the bottom right side.

The afternoon sunlight pours into your room, perfectly illuminating his features. His brown eyes look like amber in this light, and strands of caramel in his brunette waves peek through.

He's looking at you the same way you're looking at him, taking in your rosy blush, the way your red lipstick brings out your eyes, and the way you always leave out a few frizzy, face framing curls when you do your hair. He's so in love with you it scares him. He could stand there and admire you for the rest of your lives and never once get tired of it.

You balance yourself on your toes, bringing him in for a kiss, and then another one. He knows he's going to be spending the next 5 minutes wiping your lipstick off of him, but he doesn't mind.

"I love you." You cup his face in your hands.

"I love you." He's holding your wrists, watching your beaming smile.

As soon as he finishes cleaning off your lipstick, you two are out the door.

It's dinner time after the ceremony is over. Everyone arrived at the reception venue about 45 minutes before food was served, and you're starving.

Eddie's obviously sitting next to you at a decently sized table seating 6 of your cousins, some of which you haven't spoken to in ages.

"Soo..." Your one cousin, Vanessa, starts. "How are things with you and Eddie?"

Eddie looks at you for a moment.

"'Nessa, I don't think this is necessary to talk about when he's right there." All of your cousins now look intruiged.

Eddie turns to face you, propping his chin up on his fists and looking at you with a curious expression. "Oh no, do tell, Y/n. How are things going with Eddie?"

Your cousins all giggle, but they turn their attention to you. None of them seem to notice that your hand is resting on his thigh.

"Well, things couldn't be better," You pause, embarassed that this has to happen here and now. "He's my best friend, and if it were between him and the world, I'd choose him every time."

Eddie's face is bright red, even more so after your cousins aww's and soo adorable's. He rests his hand on yours, interlacing your fingers and his. His face is adorable when it's as flustered as it is now, and if you weren't in a room full of people you'd tell him things that'd make him blush even more.

"Alright guys, that's enough about us. We're here for a wedding." You're smiling as you take a sip of your wine.

You're on your second glass of champagne now, after also drinking a glass of wine at dinner, and your dance moves only get better the more intoxicated you are.

Eddie can't help but admire you from across the room after coming back from using the restroom. You're having the night of your life, dancing with people (and let's be honest, other family members) you have no recollection of meeting prior to tonight. Your hair is frizzy, there's only a faded trace of your once vivid lipstick, and your skin is glowing from the heat of the room and the movement surrounding you.

And you look nothing short of angelic to him.

Your eyes meet, and you stop dancing immediately to wave him towards you. His expression when he sees you is enough to make you fall in love with him all over again.

Your beaming smile and need to be near him even in the midst of a dance battle with someone's sister's cousin has him more than excited to toss his suit jacket aside and join you.

Only, Eddie isn't much of a dancer.

"Here, I'll show you how it's done, Y/n." With determination peppering his voice.

"Oh will you now? Please, show me."

You're both giggling now, because he's well aware of his lack of talent in the dance department. He does nothing to aid you in your dance off, but it's so fun you don't care.

Eddie knows you're laughing at him, and he starts making up stupid dances just to get you to laugh.

You stumble foward, a mixture of a drunken loss of balance, and you tripping on your own dress- but he catches you, his hands grabbing your forearms.

But you don't leave his arms. He looks down at you as if to ask if you're alright.

"I'm fine, just tripped." You shift a little to look at him better. "You're so warm, Eds... Hey, did I tell you how good you look tonight? You're so handsome, how did I get so lucky?" You start to ramble as he just looks at you. He's trying so hard not to lose his composure because all he wants to do is tear you to shreds and show you every single way he loves you.

His smile melts your heart, and he pulls you into a hug.

You pick your head up off his shoulder getting close to whisper in his ear.

"I don't know why I'm whispering."

"Okay...?" His smile hasn't faded a bit.

"I love you."

His hand lightly brushes against the large keyhole opening in your back, and your breath hitches for a moment. The sensation sends shivers up your spine as he hears a light gasp escape you.

And like tonight wasn't enough, he's going absolutely feral on the inside.

"I love you more, Y/n."

You gently brush a stray hair away from his face, your soft fingers nearly giving him goosebumps. When he doesn't take his eyes off of you, you kiss him once. It's too gentle, reserved, soft. He almost can't take it anymore.

"Fuck- I'll be right back." Eddie kisses your forehead before booking it to the restroom.

You're a bit confused, but you assume it's nothing.

After a few hours, it was time to say your goodbyes to everyone, and congratulate the bride and groom again.

Eddie had to drive you two back to your place, but you've sobered up since leaving.

"Hey, Eds." You say, looking at him from the passenger seat.

"Hm?"

"Why did you like, run to the bathroom when we were dancing?" It's a stupid question, and you know it. He just went to the restroom.

"You really don't know?" He looks at you for a brief moment.

You shake your head. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes of course, I feel fine. But you-" He pauses. "Y/n, you've been saying and doing little things all damn day. All I've been able to think about is ripping that little dress off of you and fucking you until neither of us can remember English."

"Oh..." You giggle. "I'm sorry. God, I didn't even realize. Must've been torture."

"You really did give me the world's worst case of blue balls." He smiles, letting you know he's not actually upset.

"Did I now?" A devilish smirk grows on your face. "Was it really that easy? I mean, all I did was tell you I love you and-"

"Because everything you do is just..." He inhales. "Perfect. God, you're perfect." He pulls into your driveway, both of you remaining silent until he's parked.

"The way you absolutely glow when you're dancing, your smile, the way you talk to me and about me, the way you touch me, kiss me- it's enough to make me melt, Y/n."

You glance at his lips, the pink flesh separated by his tongue for half a moment.

Eddie watches as you unbuckle your seatbelt and shift toward him.

"The way I touch you?" You bite your lip a little as your hand trails up his thigh, stopping just before his groin. "What about it?" Your voice dances in the air as he remains silent.

"P-Please..." His voice is barely a whisper, though it comes off as a whine.

"Please what?"

"Please let me kiss you."

You inch foward, your lips just grazing his. He's falling for it, absolutely too excited to kiss you.

"I mean," You smile against his lips, pulling your hand away as soon as you pull your lips away. "Out here in the open? I didn't know you were into that."

You didn't stick around long enough to hear his protest, you just headed out and ran to your front door. You got your keys out and while unlocking the door, heard Eddie run up behind you.

He chases you inside, closing the door behind him while you're in the kitchen laughing.

"You think it's funny?" He asks.

"Oh absolutely." The look in his eyes, the firmness of his grip on the counter as he basically has you trapped... Heaven knows you're about to lose your composure, too. "You're too easy."

His eyes drink you in. You're gingerly leaning against the counter, cocky, confident, just like he's used to you being.

"Well fuck, are you gonna get that kiss back or what?" You're eager, excited, and ready to go insane.

Eddie wastes no time pulling you toward him and kissing you. The two of you melt in each other's arms, the desperation becoming more and more obvious with each heated moment. It's the chaos in your steps, bumping into furniture, careful not to bump into something breakable. Cautious chaos.

You and him go up the stairs to your room, finding each other's lips again as soon as you're near your bedroom door. His lips are on your jaw, your neck, the small amount of your chest that spills over the top of your dress's neckline. He's marking every bit of skin that was once perfectly clean to an entire room of family and friends.

The silence in your room becomes interrupted by panting, I love you's, I need you's and the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

It started with him unzipping your dress. You take off his button up, and the tank top underneath it, the slowest, most boring part. Too long that you two are separated.

His hand is on your breast now, caressing and rubbing his thumb against your nipple as you lose your mind.

"Fuck-" You groan into his ear. "This is torture."

Eddie puts his hand on your chin, lifting your face so you have to look at him.

"Where's that energy you had, Hm? The one where you didn't mind the waiting, the teasing?"

"Eds, I'm sorry baby. Don't make me wait."

"I make no promises." He's unbuckled his belt, sliding his dress pants off after. Your lips collide with his again, his one hand lifting your thigh up, the other against your back. You're impossibly close to him now, both of you only in your underwear.

You feel his erection growing under his boxers, the friction between you and him is almost too much for him to handle. You start moving against his bulge. The slight panting turned into heavy breathing as he groans against your lips.

While there's a moment where you have some room between the two of you, you slide your hand into his boxers, cupping him in your hand. You use your palm to rub against him, watching his expression turn into something lewd.

"Please- sweetheart, enough is enough." He's begging you now. "Please let me fuck you."

He's whispering against your lips, trying so hard not to sound desperate but that's all he's doing.

You remove your hand and kiss him again, this time feeling him lean into you, pushing you to your bed. You trip before catching yourself, one hand balancing you until you're laying on your bed. Propping yourself up on your elbows.

He drags your panties off, tossing them aside and spreading your legs wide open. "You're so beautiful like this."

His comments make you blush, and he notices.

“You are, and you're all for me..." He presses a thumb against your clit.

"Please, Eds." You gasp at the sudden pressure.

"Hm?" He presses one hand against the inside of your thigh, forcing your legs to stay open as he continuously rubs your clit in painfully slow circles.

“Fuck, Y/n, you're soaked." He watches your reaction, mouth open, spilling out pants and moans, legs moving as you squirm underneath him. He could watch you like this for centuries.

It feels like an eternity where he's going at the same pace, innocently watching you come undone. You're losing yourself in the feeling of his hand on you. You feel a familiar knot building up inside your stomach, and he stops.

"Shit." You catch your breath.

He slaps his cock against your clit and you jolt in pleasure, gasping and nearly yelling at the sensation.

"Oh?" He shifts off you. "I'd like to hear that again" And he does, this time, making strokes so his cock rubs against you.

"F-Fuck!" You yell, arching your back and gripping the sheets. "Please s-stick it in already- Fuck!" He's sliding his cock on top of you, lazily rubbing into your clit. You desperately want to clamp your legs shut and give yourself time to adjust but it's too much.

The torture of being this sensitive without him inside you is almost painful, and you can't take it anymore.

"Of course, princess. All you had to do was ask."

He looks right at you as he lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself in.

You nearly come right then and there, the feeling of him slowly pump in and out, hearing him whimper like an animal. Your body feels like it's electric and every stroke he makes is like a charge. He's hovering over you, kissing your collarbone or moving his one hand on your hip as the other massages your breast.

"God, you f-feel so good, angel." He winces at the burn of you scratching at his back. "Got such a perfect pussy."

You're grabbing at his back, the sheets, anything to stabilize yourself as he speeds up. He's hitting all the right places and your body can't handle it.

Until...

"I wanna be on top, Eds. Can I?"

The wild look in his eyes is all you need to take that as a yes.

His voice is raspy, broken, soft. All he can manage to say is just a quivering "Mhm..."

Eddie hooks his arm underneath you and lifts you onto him. You sink back down onto his cock slowly, shivering as you do so. His arm is still on your back, holding you close to him.

You're holding his face in your hands in a desperate attempt to get closer; studying his glossy eyes, soft pink lips, his messy hair, and the love-drunk expression he has. You can feel his stomach against yours. His other arm is wrapped around your waist as he fucks up into you. The both of you can't manage to say anything except each other's names, and a few curses.

You're in perfect rhythm with him as you both use each other like toys made for each other's pleasure. He's making you nearly scream his name as every movement, every spark, every stroke sends you over the edge.

"Eds, baby," You look into his eyes and see nothing but admiration. You're lazily bouncing on his cock as your pace has gotten more uneven. "Fuck, gonna cum- please lemme cum."

His breath hitches, holding you on top as he uses the last bit of his energy to finish, and make sure you finish. "Feels so good, Y/n, fuck." His head tips back as lets out a breathy moan. "K-keep that pace, love."

You see white stars in your vision, losing focus as Eddie can only focus on you. Focused on touching you, fucking you, the way your hands feel on his chest, his face, his shoulder.

"Right there- please please-" You yell, your back arching and pushing you against him. "Don't fucking stop!"

"Fuck fuck fuck." He groans, his voice still raspy and broken. You both try to stay still and let your orgasms wreck every inch of your bodies as you watch it spill out of you.

You bring his face to yours and kiss him. The room is silent now save for you both catching your breaths.

"Fuck." He lifts you off of him, hearing you wince as he pulls out. "I'm so in love with you."

You hold his wrists and pull him close, kissing his forehead.

"God." You lay there, still way too sensitive to get up let alone get dressed. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

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Chapter 2: Love Bites

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Summary: She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

Author's Notes: The chapter when we see the Steddie bromance in all its delicious glory, Eddie indulges in a little "self-care", and a big discovery is made.

18+ ONLY

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“You knew at first sight you'd enjoy my attack. That with my first bite, there'd be no turning back. So come in my arms, I strike any hour. I will return to trap and devour In the dead of night love bites” — Judas Priest, “Love Bites”

Eddie's POV

A loud, rhythmic knock on Eddie’s trailer door makes him look up from rolling the blunt he’s just assembled.

“Come in!” he yells without getting up. He knows by the stupid-ass cadence used in the knock who it is, so there’s no use stopping what he’s doing to answer the door.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington flings the door open wide, a six-pack under his arm and wearing those dumb fucking glasses he always wears, even now when the sun has long since set. Eddie groans when he sees him wearing them along with that “Members Only” jacket that he hates almost as much. For a moment, Steve’s silhouette is backlit by the yellow glow of the lamp posts that line the road to the trailer park before he kicks the door closed behind him.

“‘Sup loser!” Steve chirps, slamming the beer down right beside Eddie’s current workspace. “What’s the big news? It must be important to make me drag my ass out this late. Why are we celebrating?”

“First of all,” Eddie mumbles around the paper he is licking to seal the blunt closed. “Call me a loser in my own home again and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby,” Steve says casually without missing a beat.

Eddie rolls his eyes and continues. “Second, take the shades off. You look like a jackass.”

Steve does exactly that, but not without humming the chorus of “Sunglasses at Night” while bobbing his head and landing roughly on the couch. Eddie makes a loud retching noise and in response, Steve blows him a kiss and winks.

“Watch it, big boy. One day I’m gonna make you cash in on all that teasing.” Eddie ruffles his hair and that finally gets him in check.

“Hey, hey, HEY! Not the hair, man. Christ.” Steve quickly pats his hair back down into the style he’s trademarked and perfected over the years while Eddie lights the blunt, sniffing back a laugh at his friend’s expense.

“So spill it already. What happened?” Steve reaches for the blunt as Eddie finishes taking the first hit.

“You’re looking at a man who secured a weekly gig. Making honest money playing my own music.” He reaches over with a flourish of his hand to take the blunt back from his friend.

“Well, look at you!” Steve says as he exhales a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. “Making money, being Mr. Rockstar. You’re gonna be swimming in groupies, my guy.”

“Nah,” Eddie holds the fragrant smoke in his lungs until they burn and he feels the first tingling sensations of his high. “Not worried about groupies. There’s only one woman for me. I’m ruined now.”

Steve pauses before putting the blunt back to his lips and looks over at Eddie with raised brows. Eddie “cold cynical heart” Munson is claiming to be ruined by one singular woman?

“Woah. Pump the breaks.” He turns to face Eddie directly. “Ruined? How?” He pauses, throwing his hands above his head, exasperated. “And when?!”

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “The owner, man. The chick who bought Benny’s.”

“Oh really?” Steve is thoroughly invested in Eddie’s story now, the weed and beer forgotten momentarily. Eddie snatches the blunt away from the distracted man, keeping it from burning away.

“Yes, really.” He sounds thoroughly miserable now, taking in another lung full of smoke. “I show up late, right? Because, of course, I do. Our campaign ran late since Wheeler and Henderson decided to be complete dumbasses and they ended up failing both will saves when-”

Steve groans loudly as if he’s in immense pain. “Oh for fucks sake, Munson. Please do not talk to me about your fairy and dragon shit.”

“Fine, FINE!” Eddie’s scratchy voice goes up at least two octaves and he flings his hair around wildly. “Anyway! I’m late, as usual, and of course, of-fucking-course, I walk in and see a literal goddess in front of the stage. I nearly ran right back out. There was no.. no warning or anything! How was I supposed to know the new owner would look like that?!”

“Like what?” The Cheshire grin is back on Steve’s face as he waits for Eddie to continue.

“First thing I see is legs for miles.” He’s relaxed in his seat now, closing his eyes and recalling how amazing she looked. “Black heels on her feet. And when I tell you she’s built like a fucking brick house?” At that, he opens one eye to meet Steve’s gaze. “Best ass I’ve ever seen. I had to walk behind her and thought my knees were gonna buckle, man. And so… sophisticated. I’m talking, miles outta my league, dude.”

Steve nods, cracking open a beer. “So who is she? And why is she here?”

Eddie gives him her name then and tells him she actually grew up here but has been in LA working for the past ten years.

“Wait. Hold on a second.” The wheels are turning underneath that perfectly coiffed head of hair. “If she’s been working in LA since we were kids… that’s gotta mean.”

“Yeah, man. Like I said, she’s way outta my league. Older, hot, business owner. She’s cool as fuck. She was even wearing an Iron Maiden shirt under her jacket.”

“Ooh, ouch,” Steve says, reaching for the weed after taking another sip of beer. “The only thing missing that would have really ruined you would be if…”

“She had red lipstick on, Steve.” Eddie hangs his head in defeat.

“Damn! The final blow! Munson is officially doomed!”

“I’m so glad we get to play there every week, but,” Eddie hesitates as he puts the blunt back to his lips. “Fuck. It’s gonna suck trying to not… follow her around like a kicked puppy, man.”

Steve takes the blunt from Eddie and shakes his head in mock sympathy as he takes a drag.

“Oh, dude. You’ve got it bad.” Steve looks at Eddie through bloodshot eyes, grinning evilly like the menace he is.

“Fuck off,” he mutters before snatching the blunt from his friend’s loose grasp and smoking. Eddie sinks back into the couch beside him and lets his head hang back as he exhales a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

“Christ. Don’t be so touchy there, princess.” Steve snatches the blunt right out of Eddie’s mouth mid-pull. Eddie groans and elbows him making him grunt as he takes another hit of the dwindling blunt. He blows the smoke directly into the other man’s face.

“You were the one who kept going on and on about her.”

“Didn’t go on and on…”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Eddie takes what’s left of the blunt and stubs it out in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table and sets it aside. Steve groans at that.

“Dick move, man.”

“Says the biggest dickhead I know.”

“Okay, look.” Steve meets Eddie’s gaze with a solemn expression. “I’m sorry that I pointed out that you’re pining over the hot older woman who is not only way out of your league, but also kind of your boss now. The woman you have no chance bagging whatsoever. I should be a better friend to you. I should keep in mind that you simply aren’t as gifted as I am in this area. But don’t worry. You have other very nice qualities about you, Eds. We can’t all be certified MILF baggers.”

“Right, okay.” Eddie slaps his hands over his denim-clad thighs. “Fuck off, Harrington. Get outta my trailer. Now!”

Steve is cackling like a hyena. The lanky man is lying sprawled out on the couch on top of Eddie trapping him under the dead weight of his body. He finally manages to shove him off onto the ground. Steve lands on his side with a slight “oof!”

“Okay! Okay!” he wheezes while sitting up from the floor. “Seriously though, I’m happy for you guys. Robin and I will be there Friday for sure.”

“You better fuckin’ be.” Eddie lunges at him, pretending that he was about to tackle him back down but only aiming to make him flinch.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweet cheeks.” Steve leers up into his face. “I mean, after hearing all about this absolute fox, no way I’m missing my chance with her.”

That comment finally pushes Eddie over the edge and the two wrestle on the floor, damn near shaking the entire trailer. The boys only call a truce when Eddie pins Steve and threatens to upend a half-drank beer into his hair. After that, they finish their drinks, and Harrington leaves with a wave thrown over his shoulder.

Eddie sighs in relief when he’s finally alone. Don’t get him wrong, he doesn’t mind hanging out with the guy, but he’s been flying half-mast most of the time Steve was over. Smoking always tends to make him a little horny regardless of the situation. Add into the mix that he was pathetically pining over the vixen that’s consuming his thoughts and it’s disastrous. At this point, he’s dying to rub one out before he sinks into his mattress to sleep.

He doesn’t even make it to his room before undoing his belt. He kicks his door closed, rips his pants down with his boxers, then hits the play button on his cassette player to hopefully cover any obscene noises he was about to make. Eddie knows he won’t be able to be quiet tonight. Rob Halford’s voice coming from the speakers should cover up the loudest of the noises he was about to make, anyway.

The dim glow of the full moon doesn’t help illuminate his path, causing him to stumble over a stack of cassette tapes. He swears under his breath and tells himself he’ll deal with putting them back later. Binders full of D&D campaign notes and his dice bag clatter noisily to the floor as he flops onto the mattress and removes his shirt. Eddie doesn’t want a single piece of clothing on his body. It feels like fire is racing underneath his skin. With the first downward stroke of his hand, a wild thought of her casting some sort of sex magic spell over him flashes through his mind. It’s the only thing he can come up with as to why he’s this worked up.

“Fuck…” he whimpers. He’s so pent up that he’s been leaking into his boxers for the past few hours, making him as wet as if he had already reached in his bedside table for the cherry-flavored lube he keeps hidden inside. He runs his palm over the leaking head to gather up the viscous fluid and spreads it down his shaft.

Eddie’s eyes roll back in his head as his strokes speed up. He bites his lower lip until it’s swollen and red. When he begins to twist his wrist on the upward strokes, his back arches off the blankets, and his heels dig into the mattress.

He’s too worked up to be embarrassed at how fast he’s about to come. Eddie is no virgin. The handcuffs hanging from his wall and pack of Trojans on the nightstand make that obvious. Since he grew out his hair and learned to play guitar, there had been no shortage of girls sneaking in through the window of his trailer. Back in high school, he was the dirty little secret half the cheer squad kept from their families and friends. Once he finally graduated, it would be girls (and guys) after gigs in the back of his van, or the alley outside whatever dive bar they’d played at that night. Eddie likes sex, is good at it, and has no shortage of people to choose from. It makes no sense why she kindles this primal, raw desperation in him.

Normally when he gets off on his own, he flips through his mental Rolodex of past encounters and focuses on that. He hasn’t had to use his imagination in years, but no past hookups work for him this time. Tonight, his thoughts are consumed with her. Pinning her to the floor in the middle of the stage at Benny’s… licking greedily between her thighs as she sat on the bar top…

What sends him over the edge is picturing her riding him. He normally doesn’t care for it, honestly. Eddie has never had anyone climb on top of him and ride him the way he needed. But her? He knew it, could feel it in his blood… she could change that. Maybe she would start slow, rolling her hips back and forth, barely letting him inside. Then maybe she would seat herself down on his cock and rock back and forth, getting him as deep as possible, only worried about chasing her pleasure. He’d rub circles into her clit and grab her ass to help move her even deeper. Maybe as she came, she’d bite his lip and pull his hair.

Eddie groans like he’s wounded and focuses on the reddened tip of his cock. With his free hand, he grabs a handful of his hair and pulls at the scalp. He gasps, “That’s it, baby… yes, yes, yes…”

“Shit!” he cries out as he spills over his hand, his cum seeping between his fingers. He can’t do anything but lay there boneless in the moonlight for what feels like hours. When he finally regains a bit of his strength, he gets up and showers. After he washes away the sweat and jizz—which is absolutely disgusting, by the way, Eddie can’t remember the last time there was so much, it’s all over him—he throws on some jeans, wraps his hair in a towel and goes outside for a smoke before brushing his teeth and hitting the sack.

He swipes his lighter and pack of Camels from the kitchen counter and walks barefoot out to the old couch that sits on his front porch. The late summer breeze is beginning to announce the arrival of autumn with just enough chill in the air to make Eddie wish he’d grabbed a sweatshirt.

He’s just about to light up when he hears the slam of a screen door disrupt the still night. It comes from across the dirt road that bisects the trailer park. There is a pretty high turnover rate with most of the places here. Usually, someone staying temporarily rents one of the last few trailers at the end of the road. Eddie never thinks about who is coming and going from that end of the place. It’s also not like he keeps consistent hours like folks who have 9-5 jobs, so it’s perfectly normal for Eddie to go months without seeing a neighbor.

Lighting his cigarette, he lounges back on the couch, looking towards the trailer where he heard the door slam. A porch light turns on and when the door opens, Eddie swears it feels like he’s swallowed his own heart.

It’s her. It looks like she's stepping outside to smoke as well. When he sees her raise her hands to her face, the faint glow of a lighter flicks over and over… and…

“Oh shit,” he whispers to himself. Her lighter is dead. He thinks he can hear her faintly curse and move to stand. This is his time to shine. Without thinking about what he is doing, he leaps from the porch into the damp, dark grass below. He begins to run toward her trailer when he remembers he has a goddamn towel on his head.

“Fuck!” he whisper-yells into the night air, ripping the towel from his head and throwing it at the couch.

Right before she gets up to go inside, Eddie calls out to her.

“Hey!” he shouts, trying to sound friendly and approachable, not like a crazed trailer park resident possibly trying to attack her in the middle of the night. He makes it over to her trailer, bare feet kicking up gravel, lighter raised in his right hand like some sort of prized treasure. “Ya need a light?”

It’s still pretty dark despite the one yellow bulb that illuminates the tiny porch, but Eddie doesn’t need light to see that she is just as stunning here as she was all decked out earlier at Benny’s. Honestly? He thinks she looks even better in the ratty Black Sabbath tee. He notices she is also barefoot and sporting damp locks. The thought of her showering at the same time as him only a couple of trailers away makes him feel a little dizzy.

She looks down at him, confusion marring her features. For a horrible, gut-turning second, Eddie thinks maybe he’s fucked up big time. Then recognition lights up her eyes. “Eddie?” She says slowly, a grin spreading across her lips.

“The one and only,” he shuffles his feet a bit and clears his throat. “I was, uh… out doing the same thing and noticed a damsel in distress.” He gestures to his lighter. “Couldn’t let that happen on my watch, so…” he lets out a small chuckle.

She sits back down on one of the lawn chairs she has on the porch and gestures to the empty one. “By all means. How chivalrous of you, Sir Eddie.”

His heart twists in his chest as he takes the steps two at a time to get to the empty chair. She puts the cigarette between her lips and leans forward as he flicks the lighter on and cups his hand around the flame to keep the night breeze from snuffing it out. He stares unabashedly at her face, backlit by the orange glow of the cigarette. She looks like some sort of siren or elven lady, her long, dark lashes kissing her cheekbones as she looks downward. As subtle as possible, Eddie breathes in her scent. She smells like the high-dollar shampoo he never can afford, mixed with a dark, amber-smelling cologne. She doesn’t smell like the cheerleaders that used to leave their “Love’s Baby Soft” and hairspray smell on his pillows. She doesn’t smell like clean sweat and cheap soap like the groupies after his shows. She smells like a grown woman and Eddie momentarily forgets how to function.

She sits back in her chair and Eddie (reluctantly) does the same, trying not to think of how good her sheets smell or what laundry detergent she uses to wash her clothes in. He wants to memorize every single scent surrounding her. It makes him feel crazy.

He remembers that he never got around to smoking his own cigarette. Eddie pulls out his pack from his back pocket and lights one up for himself.

“Good thing I’m made of tougher stuff than most gals,” she says, blowing a cloud of smoke from the side of her mouth. He looks over to see that she was grinning a little, eyes sparkling with mischief and untold stories. “You would have scared the shit outta most people just now.”

He groans, rubbing his brow with his free hand. “So I did come across as a psycho? I was aiming for ‘helpful, caring neighbor’.”

She laughs and it sounds like music. “No, not a psycho. Definitely a good neighbor.”

She takes another drag and crosses one bare leg over the other. Eddie realizes that her shorts are so tiny that they are basically underwear. Is that what she sleeps in? He imagines that if she stood up, he’d be able to see the curve of her ass peeking out from under the black material.

He shakes his head slightly as if to rattle the lewd thought out of his brain. “Well, mi’lady,” he says, smoke curling out of his nostrils. “You’re probably the only person in Hawkins, Indiana who wouldn’t turn heel and run in terror from Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

At that, she throws her head back and laughs louder than she did before. “You’re no freak,” she says, looking at him with those bright eyes again. “I’ve met freaks. Besides, you happen to be looking at Hawkins High’s former Queen of the Freaks. I know what it really means when the hicks around here call us that.”

Eddie narrows his eyes in disbelief. “No fuckin’ way…”

“Yes, fuckin’ way,” she counters, stubbing out the butt of her cigarette on the amber glass ashtray sitting between them on old, plastic milk crates. “Got my first tattoo at fifteen in my best friend’s kitchen. Got caught smoking a joint in the girl’s locker room while skipping class. Even played at being a rockstar, Joan Jett style.”

He marvels at her. He wants to sit here all night and hear every story she has to tell. But as she stands and stretches her arms over her head, Eddie knows that’s his cue to leave.

“You are brimming over with surprises,” he beams down at her as he stands up from his chair.

“I promise, I’m not as interesting as I sound,” she chuckles as she turns to head inside. “But I can share some stories with you another time. Us freaks have to stick together, after all.” She winks at him over her shoulder and he could have been knocked over with a feather. “Good night, Eddie.”

He raises his hand in farewell and utters a small “night” before she vanishes behind her door. After he hears her move further into the trailer, he leaps from the porch and pumps a fist wildly into the air. He feels like he is floating the entire jog back to his place. Eddie collapses onto his bed and lets out a long sigh.

The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor. Then it hits him… The most amazing woman he has ever met is now his neighbor…

“Shit…” he mutters into his pillow. He was already well on his way to thinking about her constantly before knowing she lived so near. Now, he has no clue how he’ll get anything done with her constantly in his orbit. The lovesick metalhead decides that’s a problem for his future self as his eyelids get heavier and sleep overtakes him. His thoughts swim with visions of long legs, bright eyes, and soft skin as he slips into a dreamless sleep.

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