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a never-ending midnight sun
@jamdoughnutmagician
❌️Minors Do Not Interact ❌️ Hiya! Claudia/29/Welsh/Secret 6th member of the Spice Girls welcome to my blog! It's really just a mish-mash of all the things I like with a sprinkling of memes
watching steve do yard work from the back porch. him giving you teasing glances as he whips his sweat soaked shirt off and tosses it towards you, laughing when you shriek as it lands on your lap. bringing him a cold beer and getting a kiss in return. reminding him to put sunscreen on every couple of hours. him refusing to shower before he undresses you afterwards, right in the middle of the yard, sweat dripping down onto your skin as he sinks into you, mumbling into your skin about how good you feel, the smell of sunscreen and his musk invading your senses as he slowly thrusts in and out...
steve making good use of the high fences he had installed last summer 🙂↕️
high!steve being a whimpering mess begging to just put the tip in 💔💔💔
it’s impossible for high!steve to just shut the fuck up!!!
“shit, baby, please? please? just an inch, swear, i’ll be easy, just gotta feel you.”
“oh, fuck. ch— goddammit, h-honey, forgot how tight you are. hang in there baby, ‘m almost in.”
“jesus christ. you feel that? just the fuckin’ tip and ‘m splittin’ you open, huh?”
“baby — baby — can’t stop myself, feels so goddamn good. so goddamn greedy — you’re suckin’ me in, need stretched out so bad, yeah? shit, honey, don’t squirm, i’ve got you.”
“knew you could take it. ‘m all the way in. feel that? you feel so good. am i makin’ you feel good? tell me, baby.”
“tell — tell me to stop or i — i won’t — can’t hold back.”
“needed this pussy stuffed and fucked, huh. hear that? we sound so pretty together, honey. c’mere, give me a kiss, gotta taste you —“
“i’m close. so close. so close, honey, will you let m-me? please? inside? want you to f-feel what you do to — do to me. fuck, can i?”
“that’s it. every fuckin’ drop. pussy’s begging for it. ‘m gonna give it to you, baby, don’t worry — hold still, let me have you.”
steve having sore muscles from pushing it on his run that day and reader comes over to find him face down on the couch groaning and suggests smoking some weed for medicinal purposes of course ;) and well she might as well take a hit or two… and maybe she could give stevie a massage… and maybe his glutes are pretty sore too… better pull his little shorts down and really get into those muscles…
😳😳 uh YEAH. steve calls you moaning and groaning and begging you to bring him some Medicinal Herbs because he’s training to run a big race and hasn’t let his body rest like he should. you let yourself in with the spare key he hides at the top of his mailbox, and you listen to him bitch and moan while you roll him a joint.
you weren’t going to smoke, but steve, once again, bitches about how it’ll go to waste because he can’t finish it all by himself. you have a few hits but he definitely smokes more than you. now he’s moaning and groaning. nahimsayin. because he feels so relaxed. but his muscles are still sore!! and he pouts at you and asks if you’d please massage his poor aching hard working muscles.
and he really leans into your hands and moans some more. you’re both giggling about it but it really actually does feel so good for him and he can’t help those moans slipping out. and you want to hear more. so you massage down and down his back, skip over his ass, and dig your thumbs into his thighs.
and uh oh!! you slipped!!! and now you’re jacking him off while he humps into your hand, slurring about how much of a good friend you are, how good it feels, how maybe you could massage him with something that isn’t your hand 🫶🏻
Ooooh for the fic suggestions—max or will see some marks on Steve and worry that Eddie did something to him (they’re just kinky)
(could honestly be any of the kids I just went for the ones from abusive backgrounds for extra ouch)
I didn't mean for this to take a month, but here we are. 2364 words. (also on ao3)
Edit to add: The “real M&M stuff” comment came from @jamdoughnutmagician’s inspired tags on this post.
(i wish you would write a fic where)
Will doesn’t know what to do. He likes Eddie well enough—despite how much Mike obviously likes him, and how much that makes his insides twist with jealousy, but that’s not Eddie’s fault.
Except he keeps catching glimpses of bruises on Steve’s wrists, or where his shirt rides up a little sometimes, or once on his face, beneath some amateurly applied concealer. That might be Eddie's fault.
He’s seen it before. On his mom, on his brother… hell, in the bathroom mirror a few times before Lonnie decided to take off. Would’ve been more if his entire childhood hadn’t been a master class in making himself small and easy to overlook. Eddie isn’t like him.
Will is just worried that Eddie might be a little too much like him. Brash and full of opinions and righteous conviction (like refusing to reschedule for Lucas), most of which gets a pass because Eddie likes the same nerd stuff as the Party but Will is good at pattern recognition. Same brands of cigarettes and beer, because they’re cheapest. Not that Eddie drinks around them—not much, just at backyard parties where the rest of the older crowd is drinking too, and even then nothing excessive. There were similarities but nothing truly alarming.
Not until Steve.
Will keeps telling himself that it doesn’t make something green and nasty rear up in his chest when Steve and Eddie sit them down one afternoon and explain that they’re together. He should be happy for them. He is happy for them! And happy that they’re paving the way for his own eventual introduction of his first boyfriend who he’s trying to come to terms with not being Mike. With it never being Mike. Even though Eddie can have a guy like Steve, in a place like Hawkins, when they’ve only really been friends for the moral equivalent of five minutes.
He’s totally not jealous. That has nothing to do with it.
Nothing at all to do with the fact that he makes sure that the first person he mentions the bruises to is Max, who also knows a thing or two about getting shoved around or grabbed too hard behind closed doors, and how likeable the perpetrator can continue to seem in the foreground. Or that the second person is Dustin, and that Dustin takes it and runs with it because he still feels guilty about Steve being tortured under Starcourt just because he’d intercepted that Russian code. Until the entire extended Party, Nancy and Jonathan included, are on board for an intervention. They didn’t get Robin, figuring she might be too close to see it clearly, but of course she’s there when they all go to talk to Steve.
Who isn’t cooperating at all.
“Are you guys fucking kidding me?” Steve snaps, both hands on his hips. At his side, Robin has her arms crossed with a judgmental frown, her eyes drilling into Will like he should know better. (He’s avoiding meeting that look.) “You think—Jesus Christ, I can’t even say it. I can’t believe any of you would actually think Eddie is like that. After the whole town tried to hunt him down with torches and pitchforks based on some bullshit murder accusations? He’s your fucking friend!”
“You’re our friend too, Steve,” Dustin argues, plaintive and visibly uneasy with how this is going so far. “And you’ve got—We’ve all seen the bruises. You can’t be mad at us for being worried, after all the shit you’ve been through.”
Something softens in Steve’s glare, but not by much. “Okay, so be concerned about me. Ask me if I have, I don’t know, low iron or something that makes me bruise easy. Which I don’t, but don’t… Don’t jump to my boyfriend abusing me, that’s messed up.”
Nancy steps forward to back Dustin up. “You do have a history of putting up with more than you probably should in a relationship,” she says.
“Don’t.” Steve brandishes a pointer finger at her, expression suddenly pinched. “If you want to talk about you and me, and maybe even actually apologize for some of that, just… do that. Don’t try to turn it on me like it’s some sort of trump card for why I should take this bullshit seriously.”
Will sees the word bullshit hit Nancy like a slap, and she steps back again, retreating to lean subtly back against Jonathan. He’s starting to feel antsy about how this is going.
“And the rest of you,” Steve continues, addressing the entire group. “I’m only going to say this once: Eddie doesn’t do anything to me that I don’t want him to do, and I don’t owe any of you an explanation for that. Maybe one on one, if you have questions and aren’t being judgmental assholes, but not in a group ambush like this. And you don’t want to find out what happens—what I, personally, will do if any of you go to Eddie about this shit, or if he ever catches wind of it. I’m not kidding. This goes in a goddamn vault.”
Frustrated, Will looks to Max. He knows that Billy used to grab her arm hard enough to leave marks, just like Lonnie. She was supposed to be the loudest voice in this! Instead, she looks uncharacteristically cowed. And sure, she’d also been the loudest proponent of maybe Eddie doesn’t even realize he’s going too far or maybe it’s not even Eddie, Steve still lives with his parents. After all, Max and Eddie are neighbors; she understands the stigma of living in Forest Hills better than anyone else here.
Maybe Hargrove Senior had never put hands on her mom, though. Maybe she doesn’t get that, how it can happen between people who say they love each other.
Something is rising in Will’s throat like bile, and he realizes too late that it’s words.
“Even if you think you asked for it, he still shouldn’t be hitting you!”
For the first time in all this, because Will has been hanging on the fringes of the crowd and not contributing much, Steve’s eyes land on him. It’s a heavy gaze, laced with both surprise and uncomfortably piercing scrutiny. Will isn’t really as close to Steve as his friends are—Dustin and Lucas especially, and even Mike has that long-running tension with him because the guy dated his older sister—and he’s not used to receiving the full brunt of his attention. Hadn’t realized how intense it is, or thought about how perceptive Steve can sometimes be.
And now everyone else is looking too. His skin is prickling unpleasantly all over under the microscope, sweat starting to gather at his hairline because he’s not made for the spotlight like this. It’s like—fuck, it’s like he’s something out of the Upside Down, like booger-sized Dart when they’d tried to shine a warm lamp directly at him in the AV closet. Like he’s always going to be the freak in the room trying to shrink out of the light.
And Jonathan is staring at him with recognition and guilt and something that makes Will want to cringe or maybe throw things. Because, fuck, Jonathan caught even more of Lonnie’s shit than he did! Jonathan is the reason Will first learned to start reading into bruises, the ones his big brother earned while standing in front of him like a human shield! Why is he looking at him like Will is in the wrong here?
“Okay,” Steve says, almost a sigh, even though it feels to Will like no one has spoken in approximately a million years. “Okay, just… It’s really not like that, Will. It’s… replacing bad memories with better ones. He only does what I specifically ask him to do and we talk it out before and after, and that’s all I’m gonna say here because you’re a kid and this is private, personal stuff. But also, please try to remember that he’s not… whoever you’re thinking of. He’s Eddie.”
Will crosses his arms tight across his chest and finds a point on the wall to stare at so he doesn’t have to look at anyone. He’s pretty sure Jonathan is still watching him. Feels like he’s burning up and going to be sick at the same time. Feels like Steve was being pointed, as if he’d actually dropped the words he’s not Lonnie in the room like a fucking atomic bomb—but that’s not what happened, and Will swallows down anything he might say about it because one more correction in front of everyone and he will actually implode.
He waits the rest of it out. Not that there’s much more to it—this rescue, or intervention, or mistake, whatever it is. Robin puts in her two cents, how “I know you’re all coming from a good place but trust me, that is absolutely not what’s happening here.” And fine, maybe he was wrong. But better to ask about the worst and find out it’s not than assume the best and be wrong about that, right?
When they all leave, Will is the first out the door. He hears footsteps catching up, and of course it’s Dustin because Dustin takes things and runs with them.
“Well that was awkward,” Dustin announces. “But at least it’s okay, right? Steve isn’t getting hurt, it’s all consensual… It’s unusual, but some people are into that. Ropes and handcuffs, real M&M stuff.”
“Pretty sure it’s not named after a candy,” Will relies flatly. His face still feels like it’s burning, and thinking about Steve and Eddie in the context of ropes and handcuffs… Well, it’s not helping. He’s aware he’s being kind of a dick, but he’s also aware that Dustin is only the first of many who are going to try and trap him in a conversation about this.
~
Surprisingly, everyone does end up leaving Will alone about it, even Jonathan. He’s too busy keeping his head down to really put too much thought into it until a few days later, when he realizes that maybe Steve had asked them all not to.
Because when he gets home from the arcade, the Beemer is the only car in the driveway and Steve is sitting on his front steps, clearly waiting for him.
“I brought some themed snacks,” Steve says as Will (reluctantly) approaches, and holds up two colorful bags of candy with the dorkiest grin the world has ever seen. “I got plain and peanut, wasn’t sure if you just like peanuts or both like me.”
It’s fucking M&Ms. Goddamn it Dustin.
“If I say I’m allergic to chocolate can we skip this whole thing?” he asks, knowing its rhetorical the second it comes out of his mouth. He already has his house keys out, stepping around Steve to open the front door—not that a deadbolt would stop military goons from breaking in like they had in California, but try telling his mom that.
Steve shrugs. “I’ve got gummy worms in the car. They might be a little melted together though.”
“… Chocolate is fine.”
~
An hour or so later, Steve lets himself out the front door. Will remains in his room, sitting cross-legged on the floor next to his bed, head leaned back, face still about ten degrees hotter than normal and green candy coating still on his fingers from the free peanut M&Ms.
As far as one-on-one talks went, it hadn’t been worse than the time his mom had given him the whole Birds and the Bees spiel. Steve was just the right mix of informative, funny, and surprisingly weird that made everything seem a little easier to swallow. And he’d done Will the courtesy of not talking about anything too much in terms of him and Eddie, because Will doesn’t really want to know about his friends-slash-babysitters’ sex lives—and, more importantly, not saying a word about Lonnie.
But he hadn’t beaten around the bush, either.
So now Will knows a lot more about S&M than he ever really expected to, including all the red flags that Steve says he knows to keep an eye out for. How the guy in charge, the one doling out… bruises and stuff, has the responsibility of safe wording out if he ever thinks something is off too. How the whole thing is about knowing and trusting your partner on both sides, and making sure both have a good time. How either of them can drop afterwards without aftercare, and what dropping means, and the ways they take care of each other to prevent it from happening.
It hadn’t occurred to Will that it could go both ways like that.
And the visual aid skin mag Steve had presented him with, along with a fucking receipt that showed it had only been purchased the day before to prove it was unused—Jesus Christ. But. Will flips through it now that Steve is gone and it’s not anything scary. Basically just light bondage stuff, and there’s this one picture he gets caught on where the guy tied up is being touched so… so reverently it makes something in him twist even as his throat felt suddenly tight.
Maybe Steve was onto something here, because Will kind of gets the fond look he’d had in his eye while pressing lightly on some of his own bruises during their talk.
Will is never going to admit to anyone, least of all Steve, but this is going beneath the loose floorboard under his bed. It’s not necessarily anything he’d actually want to try for himself in real life, but teenage beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to free gay porn in a small town.
Distantly, he hears the front door open and close again, and Jonathan’s voice calling, “Hey, Will? You good?”
Will sighs—Guess the reprieve is over. But he’s feeling a little better about the whole thing, ready to put the whole incident behind him and just hang out with his brother, so he gets up and heads to his bedroom door with a call of, “Yeah. Hey, you want to watch reruns or listen to the Clash or something?”
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For the @steddiemicrofic returning prompt ‘hole’ plus because I'm clearly some kind of masochist all the other microfic prompts we've had so far 🙈 | WC: 606 | Rating: E | CW: 18+ MDNI SMUT NSFW feelings denial, mentions of dry humping & handjobs, rimming, anal fingering, praise & dirty talk, feelings confession | Tags: Post-S4, newly-bi Steve Harrington, willing but emotionally disastrous gay mentor Eddie Munson, they're idiots your honour but they figure it out
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“You wanna do what to my what?”
“Seriously, dude, it's not that big of a deal.”
“It is to me! It's my first time. Doing… y'know.”
“I know, which is why we'll take it steady. It'll be fun, I promise. No pressure, and we’ll stop whenever you need, just say the word.”
“Like… a safe word?”
“Yeah, now you're gettin' it.”
They’ve been doing stuff with each other for a while. Not together-together, not seeing each other, just… friends who experiment. Not that Eddie hasn't been a pining fool for Steve since the Upside Down. Since the boat house, where he not only discovered how incredible Steve smells up close, but also that he's actually a good dude.
After Steve's bi-awakening, and Robin’s devious wingwomaning via suggesting he ask Eddie for tips, Eddie's been opening Steve up to numerous novel experiences, whilst trying not to lose his heart in the process.
They started off kissing, and when Eddie stroked Steve’s thigh and pinched his nipple Steve's dick rose to the challenge, confirming that yeah, he definitely likes guys. Eddie's sucked him off, they've stripped topless and frotted in their jeans, Eddie's got his hands messy down the front of Steve's pants more than once and Steve’s grabbed his cake when they can't keep their hands off each other, but today's the first time Eddie’s suggested doing anything more below the belt.
Steve's face down on Eddie's bed, ass out, whimpering into his pillow after Eddie's licked and sucked him until he begged for more. As Eddie spreads his cheeks again he feels like it's his birthday as he's charmed by Steve's hole on display, all pretty, pink and puckered. He runs a lube-slicked finger around the edge of it before dipping the tip inside, studying Steve’s face intently for any microexpressions of pain or discomfort. Finding none, he slowly slides all the way in, and the way Steve groans fills his room with filthy, angelic music.
They've discovered he has a praise kink and loves Eddie’s dirty-talk, so another finger later, when Steve bucks, attempting to push him deeper, Eddie pins his hip down, gently chastising him,
“Nuh-uh, honey. Don't rush, it's not a race. You can't ride my cock if you're not ready. We might need to train you, get you a plug. But don't worry, I won't wait any longer than I have to.”
Saliva pools at the edge of Steve's mouth, dribbling onto the pillowcase as Eddie continues,
“Christ, Steve, you're so hot. I can't wait to fuck you, gonna fill you up. Wanna get my cum so deep I'll be dripping out of you for years.”
Steve moans at Eddie's words, and writhes as Eddie repeatedly finds the spot inside him that he'd promised was so worth it. Testing their boundaries, never even dreaming they'd get this far on Steve's first try, he asks,
“You think you can handle three?”
Steve nods feverishly, and only moments later Eddie wants to record his wailing cries to make a musical score, take pictures of his own release spilled all over Steve's back, and hopes the voluminous stains Steve’s left on his sheets never fade.
They rest, shower and dress, and Eddie, guarding his heart and his pride, expects Steve to head for the door. But Steve delays his exit, stopping short, his voice soft and uncharacteristically shaky,
“I know this is supposed to be just physical tuition, or whatever. But, what if I wanted to learn something else?”
Eddie’s anxiety spikes as Steve steps closer, grasping his trembling hands as he whispers,
“Eddie, would you show me... what it's like to have a boyfriend?”
Thanks so much for reading!
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A/N: Here's the list I made by going through all my previous microfics, I hope I didn't miss any!
Pool cake charm suck rest pine hole edge pin birthday fool top stuff one plug shower dress guard time new rose ride score delay hot experiment dream train slick first race short long door pride three years micro steady
REUPLOAD - Biblically accurate Teacake doodle with his large doodle :) i might do a proper render but idk mannnnn. Msg me if you want uncensored teacake dong :D
