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I try not to be horny all the time but this man makes it way too difficult like 💔💔 fuck me 💔💔 please 💔💔
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BAD IDEA BUT A REAL GOOD TIME 𑣲 steve harrington
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it, 'cause I do I'm a couple minutes out from relapsing into you, oh, fuck it I only love it 'cause it's you
Your coworker Steve Harrington is your least favourite person in the world. So why do you love fucking him so much?
pairing: steve harrington x reader words: 2.8k contains: (18+ smut!! minors dni) porn with a (slight) plot, frenimes with benefits, coworkers, slightly brat!steve, jealously, fingering, oral (f receiving), mention of p in v, mention of unprotective penetrative sex, semi public sex (in the store room of family video), pet names (sweet girl, baby), no use of y/n, female reader, use of she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: back at it again with another song fic!!! this was one was a request that i loved so much that i took a lot longer with this one than usual so apologies about that but i hope it was worth it! i really really loved writing this one!
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Robin Buckley had officially made it a rule that you and Steve could only argue once a day. Once. So you tend to pick your battles wisely.
But today, you had decided to ignore Robin’s rule.
Steve had been thirty minutes late to work and, as a result, Keith had assigned you to rewind all the tapes in the returns box. It was meant to be Steve’s job since he had been the one to break the rewinder machine in the first place and it was objectively the worst job imaginable in the video store. And so, you were already pretty pissed off with Steve when he waltzed into Family Video half an hour late.
“Nice of you to join us, dingus,” Robin greets him with a wry smile as Steve strolls into the video store without a care in the world.
His eyes find yours and you see amusement in them as you angrily shove your little finger into the left spool of the tape and turn it counter clockwise. Steve knew how much you hated rewinding the tapes manually. He knew you were already annoyed at him and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Did Steve feel bad about it? Judging by the way his lips were twitching as he tried not to smile—you knew he didn’t feel bad. Not even a little bit.
“My car wouldn’t start,” Steve says by way of an explanation. No apology. Just another quick glance your way as he tries to hold back a smirk.
It pissed you off even further. You were convinced that Steve Harrington was put on this earth just to piss you off. In fact, everything he did seemed to piss you off. How he always took way too long on his break. How he organised the shelves incorrectly on a daily basis. How he had once ‘accidentally’ eaten your lunch and had still not repaid you.
But mostly? The thing that pissed you off the most was the fact that Steve Harrington was the best sex of your life.
Our House, Our Rules
bf!Steve Harrington x gf!Reader
summary: Steve’s parents are gone as usual, so Steve treats the house like it’s yours as much as his and drags you into his bed to remind you exactly who you belong to. Big dick, cock-slapping, creampie-obsessed boyfriend energy as he fucks you deep into the mattress and gets way too excited about the mess he leaves between your thighs.
cw: smut, established relationship, unprotected piv, creampie, praise kink, size kink?, cock slapping, slight overstimulation
word count: 2.8k
mdni 18+
Steve’s bedroom always felt more like your room than his.
Your clothes in a pile on his chair, your perfume soaked into his pillows, your lip balm on his nightstand next to his watch. His parents hadn’t been home in what felt like months, and somewhere along the way, “Steve’s house” had quietly turned into “your house.”
Which is why you were comfortably sprawled across his bed in one of his shirts and nothing else, flipping through a magazine like you weren’t waiting for him to get out of the shower and ruin you.
You heard the bathroom door squeak open, the soft pad of his feet on the carpet. A second later his weight dipped the mattress and wet hair brushed your arm.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice warm and lazy.
You didn’t bother looking up. “Hey.”
He plucked the magazine right out of your hands and tossed it onto the floor.
“Rude” you protested, finally turning your head to glare at him.
Steve just grinned, that cocky, sunshine smile that made you forget your own name. His hair was damp and messy, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, shirtless and still flushed from the hot water. Drops of water trailed down his chest and you got stuck watching one slide past his navel and disappear under the waistband.
“Thought you said you missed me” he teased, leaning on one arm, crowding into your space. “I’ve been in the shower for, like, three years and I get… a hey?”
Your lips twitched. “I do miss you. I also missed my article on how to get the perfect blowout.”
He huffed a laugh and ducked down, nosing at your cheek. “Yeah? ‘Cause I’m feeling pretty blown out that my girlfriend would rather read about hair than kiss me.”
“Terrible” you deadpanned. “That was terrible, Steven.”
His fingers slid under the hem of his own shirt that you were wearing, thumb brushing the bare skin of your hip. “What, you gonna punish me for it? ‘Cause I’ll take my chances.”
You tried to keep your voice steady. “Who says I was thinking about you at all?”
He paused, then slowly pulled the shirt up just enough to expose your bare thigh, eyes dragging down. His gaze darkened when he realized you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
“Yeah?” he murmured. “You gonna look me in the eye and tell me you’re not thinking about me right now, honey?”
Your face went hot, but you held out as long as you could. “Maybe I was thinking about dinner.”
Steve hummed, unconvinced, and pushed the shirt up higher, exposing the curve of your waist, the soft swell of your stomach. His palm flattened over your skin like he was staking a claim.
“Uh-huh. You lying to me in my house?” His thumb stroked small circles low on your belly. “That’s crazy, ‘cause I walked in here and all I can think is… my girl’s in my bed, in my shirt, no panties, and she wants me to believe she’s thinking about takeout.”
You swallowed. “I– I could be.”
His hand drifted lower, knuckles grazing the inside of your thigh. “Yeah? So if I check, you’re not gonna be all warm and wet for me, is that what you’re saying?”
You glared at him, even as your hips gave a tiny, traitorous tilt toward his touch. “You’re annoying.”
“You’re avoiding the question” he shot back, smug, sliding his hand between your legs.
The moment his fingers brushed your slit, both of you froze.
“Jesus” he breathed, eyes flicking back up to yours. “Baby.”
You were soaked, slick gathered there like you’d been working yourself up just thinking about him. Which… okay, you kind of had.
Steve’s pupils blew wide, and suddenly the teasing was gone. He looked hungry.
“Yeah” he said quietly. “Yeah, you definitely missed me.”
You sucked in a breath as he lazily dragged his fingers through your wetness, up and down, not quite giving you what you wanted.
“Steve” you whispered, hand grabbing at his wrist.
“What?” he murmured, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“You’re—” You bit your lip as he circled your clit just barely, not enough pressure to make it count. “You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?” He played dumb, lips ghosting over your throat as his fingers kept up those slow, infuriating strokes. “The thing where I touch my girl ‘cause she’s dripping all over my sheets? That thing?”
You whined, squirming. “You know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, I do.” He chuckled against your skin. “You should see yourself right now.”
He pulled back just enough to look, spreading you open with two fingers, the cool air hitting your slick heat. Your cheeks burned as his gaze dropped to between your thighs, dark and reverent.
“God, baby” he groaned, almost to himself. “Look at this pussy.” His tongue peeked out to wet his lips. “You’re so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet. You really were just laying here thinking about me, huh?”
You wanted to deny it, to save a shred of dignity, but the way he was staring at you made your brain short-circuit.
“Maybe” you muttered.
He grinned, triumphant. “You are gonna be the death of me.”
Before you could respond, he shifted, kneeling between your legs and tugging the shirt higher until it was bunched around your ribs. His hands slid up your sides and cupped your breasts through the thin cotton, thumbs brushing your nipples until they pebbled.
“Take it off” he said, voice a little rough. “Wanna see all of you.”
You sat up just enough for him to peel the shirt over your head. Steve dropped it somewhere on the floor without looking, eyes glued to you spread out for him, bare and breathing hard.
He let out a reverent little laugh. “My perfect fucking girl.”
Heat flared low in your stomach at the way he said my—like there was no universe where you belonged to anyone else.
“Steve” you whispered, reaching for him.
He caught your wrist and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing your palm, your knuckles. “I’ve got you, okay? Just lay back for me.”
You did, sinking into the mattress. Steve shoved his sweatpants down, revealing just how hard he already was, cock flushed and heavy against his stomach. Even now, every time you saw him like that, your body gave that same little nervous flutter.
He caught your stare and smirked. “You staring, honey?”
You wet your lips. “Maybe.”
“Can’t blame you” he said lightly, then dropped his voice. “This is all yours, you know that?”
You nodded, dazed, as he wrapped a hand around himself and gave a slow stroke, base to tip. A bead of precum gathered there and he thumbed it away, hissing softly.
Then he leaned forward and used his free hand to hook under your knee, pushing your legs open wider.
“C’mere,” he murmured, sliding closer until the head of his cock nudged your folds. He didn’t push in, just dragged himself through your slick, coating himself. “Fuck, baby. You hear that?”
The obscene wet sound filled the room, and you moaned, fingers clenching in the sheets.
“Steve—”
“You’re so messy for me” he rasped, eyes fixed where his cock moved against you. “You got yourself all worked up just waiting, huh?”
He pulled back and then slapped his cock lightly against your clit.
You jolted. “Oh my god—”
Steve’s grin turned wicked, doing it again just to see you jump. The thick, weighty smack and the sting of sensation had you gasping, heat shooting straight through you.
“You like that?” he asked, testing, giving you another sharp little slap against your swollen folds, the head of his cock bouncing off your clit.
You whined, hips twitching. “S-steve—”
“That’s not a no” he teased, eyes bright. “Look at you. Getting all flustered over a little cock slapping.”
“It’s not—” you tried, but it dissolved into a moan when he did it again, a little harder this time.
“Not what?” he coaxed, voice smug. “Not making you clench around nothing? ‘Cause I can see you, baby.”
Your thighs trembled. The mix of sting and pressure had your body arching off the bed, nerves buzzing.
“Okay, okay,” you breathed, half-laugh, half-plea. “I like it. Happy?”
“So fucking happy” he said, and then, almost sweetly: “My pretty girl, taking it so good for me.”
He eased up then, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. The teasing dropped out of his expression, leaving just raw heat and something softer underneath.
“Gonna put it in now, yeah?” he murmured. “Need you so bad, baby.”
You nodded quickly. “Please.”
His hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb stroking your skin. “Deep breath for me.”
You exhaled and he pushed in slowly, the stretch burning in that familiar, addictive way. He was big—he always felt big—but he went so carefully, watching your face, stopping when you gasped so you could adjust.
“Fuck” he groaned, jaw clenching. “Always so tight for me. You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging into warm skin as he sank deeper, inch by inch. The fullness built and built until he was bottomed out, pelvis pressed to yours.
You let out a shaky breath. “You’re… you’re so deep.”
“Yeah?” Steve’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, like he was hanging onto his control by a thread. When he opened them again, it was all for you. “You feel me in there, sweetheart?”
“Can’t– I can’t not feel you,” you whined, walls fluttering around him. “You’re huge.”
His mouth curved, pride and affection tangled together. “Say that again.”
You swallowed. “You’re so big”
He groaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “You’re gonna kill me, I swear to god.”
He stayed still for a beat, letting you get used to him. You used the pause to wrap your legs around his waist, angling your hips instinctively until he brushed that perfect spot inside.
You gasped, nails scratching lightly down his back. “There—right there—”
Steve sucked in a sharp breath. “Yeah? That it?” He pulled back just a little and pushed in again, hitting the same place, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Right here, baby?”
A choked sound tore out of you. “Yes, yes—”
“That’s my girl” he praised, grin going hazy. “Knew you’d take it all for me.”
He started to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that had you feeling every ridge of him. The drag of his cock against your slick walls, the pressure low in your belly—it built fast, too fast, all the tension from waiting on him now snapping into sharp, needy focus.
“Faster” you whined, hips chasing his. “Please, Baby, I need—”
He didn’t make you beg for long. “Okay, okay. I got you.”
He adjusted his weight, bracing on his forearms so his chest pressed to yours, bringing you impossibly close. Then he started fucking you in earnest, pace quickening, hips snapping against yours in deep, firm thrusts.
The headboard thumped lightly against the wall, your moans mixing with his grunts and the filthy wet sound of him sliding in and out of you.
“Listen to you” he panted, eyes locked on yours. “You hear yourself, baby? You’re so loud for me.”
“You’re the one—” You broke off with a gasp as he hit that spot again and again. “You’re the one doing this to me—”
“Damn right I am” he said, and then his hand was sliding between your bodies, fingers finding your clit.
You gasped, back arching, the added pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. It was too much and not enough all at once.
“Steve—oh my god—”
“That’s it” he coaxed, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. “Take it, sweetheart. Take all of it. This pussy’s mine, yeah?”
You clenched around him, the possessive edge in his voice making you dizzy. “Y-yeah—yours—oh fuck—”
“Say it” he pleaded, voice breaking. “Tell me. Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours” you cried, the words tumbling out. “All yours, Baby, I’m yours—”
He groaned like you’d punched the air out of his lungs. “Fuck, I love you.”
The way he said it, wrecked and earnest, tipped you even closer to the edge. The pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, building with every thrust, every drag of his fingers over your clit.
Your thighs started to shake. “I’m gonna—”
His hand cupped the back of your head, holding you to him, nose brushing yours. “Yeah? You gonna come for me? On my cock?”
You nodded frantically, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how intense it felt. “Please—please, Steve—”
“Do it” he rasped, picking up the pace, driving into you just a little harder. “Come on, baby, make a mess on me. Want to feel you squeeze me.”
Your whole body went tight, then snapped. The orgasm tore through you, white-hot and blinding, your walls clamping down around him as you cried out his name. Your legs locked around his waist, back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
Steve choked on a curse, his rhythm stuttering as he felt you come undone. “Oh fuck, there you go—that’s it, that’s it—good girl, holy shit—”
You could feel him fighting to hold on, hips still driving into you even as you spasmed around him. The sensitivity was almost too much, pleasure tipping into oversweet, but you clung to him, desperate to keep him as close as possible.
“Inside” you gasped, words tumbling out before you could second-guess them. “Come inside, Baby, please—wanna feel you—”
His eyes flew open, pupils blown so wide there was barely any brown left. “Jesus Christ” he groaned, jaw going slack. “You’re trying to kill me, I swear—”
You tightened your legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Please, Steve. Need it.”
That did it.
His hips snapped forward in a few rough, frantic thrusts, and then he was coming with a broken, strangled moan, burying himself as deep as he could go. You felt him pulse inside you, warmth flooding your core, the sensation making your entire body shiver.
“Fuck—oh my god, baby—” He collapsed against you, breath hot and ragged against your neck. “So good, you’re so fucking good—”
You held him through it, fingers rubbing soothing circles on his back even as you trembled beneath him. The two of you stayed tangled together, panting in the quiet of his room, the world narrowed to the thud of his heart against your chest.
After a long moment, he shifted just enough to look at you, still buried inside, his cheeks flushed and hair a wild, damp mess.
“Hey” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay?”
You nodded, dazed, a lazy smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah. More than okay.”
His mouth curved, relief and pride softening his features. “Good.”
You felt a slow leak of warmth between your legs and your face heated. “Oh my god, I can feel you—”
He groaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Do not say shit like that unless you want round two immediately.”
You laughed, giving his shoulder a playful smack. “You’re impossible.”
He leaned down to peck your lips. “You love me.”
“I do” you admitted, brushing your nose against his. “Even if you are a menace.”
“Rude” he said, but he was smiling. He shifted carefully, easing out of you with a soft wince—for both of you—and watched, openly fascinated, as his come started to slip out.
He made this low, reverent noise. “God, I love seeing that.”
“Steve” you whined, mortified, trying to clamp your thighs together. “Don’t stare.”
“Can’t help it” he said, utterly unbothered. “My girl, my mess. Kinda obsessed, actually.”
“Kinda?” you snorted.
He grinned, unabashed. “Okay, very obsessed.” He flopped down beside you and pulled you into his chest, tucking you under his arm like you belonged there. Which… you did.
For a while, you just lay there in the quiet. His fingers traced idle patterns on your shoulder, his breathing evening out as the high slowly faded.
“You know” he said eventually, voice thoughtful, “my parents have no idea their bedroom is getting shown up by mine.”
You giggled into his skin. “What, you jealous of their thread count?”
“Please,” he scoffed. “They’re never here. This is our house now, remember? This—” He gestured vaguely around the room. “This is the primary suite.”
You rolled your eyes fondly. “You’re ridiculous.”
He tipped your chin up so you had to meet his gaze, a soft, dopey smile on his face. “Yeah, but I’m yours.”
You smiled back, heart doing a little flip. “Yeah. You are.”
a/n: happy saturday angels! here’s a long one since it’s been about a week since i last posted. nothing better than some feral bf!steve for your saturday evening!
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pt 2.
𖦹 two letters and messy handwriting later, you find out the real truth on who your secret admirer is. 3,700k+ pt 1 here! tw: slight bullying/harsh words
school was actually something worth waking up for in the morning.
you walked into the school with a buzz and a sense of belong, knowing that someone had their eyes on you. people walked in and out, shoving past you- something you would usually hate but it didn't seem as annoying now.
you went to the locker and saw the letter peeking through your locker, the paper clean this time with no coffee stains. you scurried to open it.
there was messy hand writing. smudged ink and letters. it was perfect and imperfect all at the same time- but it didn't matter anyways. it was for you. you skimmed through it before starting to read.
"dear y/n,
i realized i made a stupid and big mistake from the last letter. it was just rushed and not what i wanted it to be. and i'm sorry that i dropped such big news on you without telling you who i was. but i won't tell you yet, not until i really tell you how i see you.
i see your smile, your eyes, your nose, your pretty hair. your so pretty. so pretty that it makes my heart beat so fast at the thought of you. isn't that insane? i've loved everything about you since middle school and i feel like i know the way you smile and the way your eyes are colored by memory. your eyes are so so beautiful and radiant and i know i will never forget them when i grow old. your really the prettiest girl i've ever seen in this whole world, and you always will be to me- pretty on the outside and the inside. i hear you talking about how you sometime's don't like the way you dress or how it's styled. but i think the way you dress is beautiful, everything you wear is just so you. and it's pretty.
and to let you know, i've told you these things in person. i know. crazy we've met each other before. but i'm sure countless of guys have complimented you left and right, that would not be a surprise. and if they haven't- their assholes. and i'd be glad i'll be the first one to tell you.
from, anonymous"
you felt like you were out of body. you read the letter over and over until your head hurt, until you had the letters memorized. this was getting to a point, an insane point where you were finally happy. you felt pretty, just like he said.
after the upside down and max, you weren't in a great place. you had vivid nightmares, nightmares where you could feel a cold touch and hear terrible screams. it terrified you- and it was every night. you were on medication and you went to thereapy, the image of max still replaying over and over again in your head.
you were to scared to tell the rest of the party, to scared to ask if they experienced the same thing. you assumed they did- it must've hit harder for them. you did have the courage to ask mike, and it started a different sort of bond between you two- stronger than what already was. sometime's mike let you sneak into his house, into his comforting room which you were so familiar with- where you felt home.
he knew you so well, knew exactly what to say when you needed to hear them- through quiet whispers under the blankets in his warm bed. it was safe with mike. it always was. and once school started again- your nightmares began to fade. you thought it was because you were having more human interactions, considering you locked yourself in your room.
but it meant less mike than before. no holding each other late at night. no whispers, no movie nights, no reading comics with him. you two were still close, but you couldn't help but miss the feeling you got whenever he looked at yo-
"hey." you hear the familiar and soft voice behind you.
you look up with a shy smile. "hi."
"another one?"
you nod, and he skims through it. 10 second later he looked up. your eyebrows furrowed at the fact he barely even read it. you didn't know why but you sort of wanted him to read it, to see that someone saw you this way.
"did- did you read it?" you point to the line of where the boy says something about your clothes.
"mhm. i mean, he's sorta just saying stuff that we've been knowing." he says with a playful but soft tone.
"mike.. be serious." you couldn't help but crack a smile. "did you investigate like i asked?"
"yeah, didn't find much. there's like hundreds of people at this school.. sorta hard." he shrugs, his eyebrows lifting like habit. you groan, putting the paper in the envelope.
"ugh, okay yeah- whatever." you mumble. "yknow what? i'm just.. i think i'm gonna ask oliver."
"if it's him?" he asks.
"yeah. i mean, it probably is.. right?" you say quietly, your voice laced with uncertainty.
"why don't you just wait it out? there's one more letter, right?" he asks. "maybe he has some grand gesture for you or something."
your eyes met his, and you think. you could wait, could wait for the last words of praise this boy had to tell you. but it could be a day earlier where you finally kiss a guy- and that, you wanted to do. maybe not with oliver.. but it was someone. you shake your head, opening your locker.
"i'll just ask him casually in biology. like 'hey oliver, are you writing these to me?'" you say as you grab your books. "it won't hurt."
mike's mouth opened, words about to come out before the bell loudly rang in the hallways. his shoulder nudged yours and he nodded towards the end of the hall. "cmon, we're gonna be late."
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when you got to biology, you made it 100% sure you sat next to oliver. you gave him a small smile to give him a good impression, your heart ringing into your ears from how nervous you were.
mrs. marsh’s voice muffled into oblivion when you started to write on the small ripped out paper from your notebook.
“hey ◡̈ meet me at the parking lot during lunch?”
was what the note said when you slid it to oliver when mrs. marsh wasn’t paying attention. you bit your nails as you sideyed him. when you saw his head turn to you- your eyes met his.
he nodded, and you nodded back.
it was now lunch, and you were at parking lot after making a shitty excuse to the party that you had to go to the nurse.
“hey.” you hear olivers voice cut through all the noise in your head. he was leaning against his beamer, looking already unconvinced.
“hi.” you say with a small smile. “so um.. this- it won’t take long.”
oliver nodded, hands in his puffer from the cold as he waited for you.
you chuckled, looking down before looking back at him. “ill just be point blank.”
“have you been uh.. leaving notes for me? like- in my locker? cus im totally okay with it, im- im flattered actually.” you immediately say.
he looks at you, eyebrows furrowed. he had that face that all the jocks had. the face that just laughed at you or judged you in anything you said.
“the fuck are you talking about? no, i haven’t.” he snarks with an attitude. wow.
your eyes widened, eyebrows lifted. “wha- are you sure?”
“why the fuck would i give letters to you? your literally nobody.” he says with a chuckle in his voice.
“im so.. oliver im confused right now. didn’t- didn’t you tell me you liked me?” you stutter your words, already taking a step back in embarrassment.
“ahh shit yeah.” he laughs, “just some dare i had to pull.”
your lips parted, nothing but a breath coming out. he didn’t like you. he never did. just like you expected- the concept of a boy never liking you. it had your heart slow down, but not in a calming way.
you were defeated, embarrassed in front of a guy you barely knew. you were frozen, just like you were frozen when you read the letters. the letters you thought were his.
“you think i really liked you?” he says in shock. he saw your expression, and he laughed.
“oh my god! wow that’s- that’s the cherry on top. i mean just..” he looks at you up and down. “look at you.”
“i don’t understand.” your voice shakes.
you felt your eyes go blurry from the tears, and you wanted it to stop. your heart was racing again- like how it did during your nightmares. your nightmares that were whispered away by mike.
“you think i’d write a letter to someone who’s probably banging that eddie freak? wow. just wow.” he shakes his head and chuckles- pushing himself of the car.
“don’t ever speak to me again.” he says before walking off back into school.
you don’t know what happened next- only remembering that you immediately went home. you rode your back with tears streaming down your cheek, the air making your face feel cold.
you missed the last few periods, the classes you had with the party. with mike. and it wasn’t the fact that oliver said those things to you.
you never liked oliver really, he was never cute. it was his words that hurt- the way he said them. mike would never say that. mike has never said anything bad about you, even if you weren’t there.
you missed him. you needed mike- needed his words and his touch. his gentle touch that had you melted right then and there.
you went to bed listening to The Cure, pillow smushed to your cheek as you cried- already knowing that school wouldn’t be an option tomorrow.
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it was a rainy day in hawkins, like usual- but it was the worst timing for you. the rain was your favorite, but it made you feel miserable more than what you already felt. you were curled up in your bed, not ever planning on leaving. you looked at your clock. 11:00 am.
you groaned, rubbing your eyes and you looked out the window that spilled a gray lighting into your room. you shivered- sitting up and putting your slippers on.
you started walking to your bathroom when you heard knocks at the front door. your parents were off at work- so you assumed it was some solicitor. you opened your bathroom door when you heard your name being called.
it was muffled and faint, but you could recognize the voice from anywhere.
“mike?” you call out, your footsteps softly padding on the ground as you walked outside your room.
“yeah it’s me! could you open the door?” he said with a sense of urgency, and you did.
he was soaking wet, and completely out of breath. his bike was in your driveway- tossed aside like he was in a hurry.
“jesus mike wha- come in.” you grab his freezing arm, water dripping inside.
“what are you doing here? aren’t you supposed to be at school?” you ask.
“i should be asking you that.” he says quietly, and your eyebrows furrow.
“you drove all the way here to ask that?” you ask.
“yeah.. well- no.” he shakes his head quickly. “i didn’t even see you yesterday after lunch.”
his words was another constant reminder of what happened only yesterday, and you gulped. you nodded, rubbing your arm up and down.
“like i said.. i had to go to the nurses. i felt sick.” you mumble.
“that’s bullshit because i went there to check up on you and you were never even there.” he says.
your lips parted, not knowing what to say.
“hey. it’s me.” he says in a more gentle voice, stepping closer to you.
“did something happen? or did.. you just were feeling sad and you didn’t wanna go to school?”
his voice was so soft that you felt like crying. so that’s what you did. you melted into his arms, and he reciprocated the hug.
“hey hey.. okay. it’s okay.” he whispers into your neck, rubbing your back up and down.
you were now cold and wet too, but that’s how you felt. just so cold and empty- after everything you’ve been through.
“look at me.” he felt you shake your head. “no ‘no’s’. cmon.. please.”
you lifted your head, teary and pink eyes meeting his warm gaze. he gently wiped away a tear with his thumb, and he kissed your forehead. your eyes fluttered shut- remembering the familiar feeling of his lips to your skin whenever you got a nervous or scared.
“you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna. ill wait, okay?” he whispers, and you nod.
he nodded too, before quickly getting something from his jacket. a letter. it was a little bit soggy, but you could tell mike tried hard to keep it nice for you.
“this was at your locker.” he says softly.
you take it, looking down at it. “it wasn’t him, mike.” you whisper, bottom lip trembling.
he frowned, kissing your forehead again.
“i figured. that asshole can’t write shit anyways.” he says in hope to make you smile, and you did.
it was silent, the two of you looking into each others eyes with small smiles. you sighed, looking down at the paper
“i was just so.. confused. and i wanted to go to school, really. mainly to just find out who it was.” you mumble.
“just read it right now.” he suggests.
“now? in front of you?”
“you don’t gotta read it out loud.” he says with a soft laugh. “ill stand here while you read it though.”
you look at him with still some confusion, but mike always left you confused anyways. you opened it, and it was the same as the others. same messy handwriting, the same dark black ink.
"dear y/n,
when i first wanted to do this, i was gonna do this huge reveal and hand you the letter myself. but like always, i got scared. i'm normally not the type of guy to go up to a girl and make a move- and i feel like i'll never be brave enough too. but you make me feel brave, and you made me feel like that these past few days.
it's just the way your so kind makes me feel like that. i know it can be hard with self doubt and all- but your truly the sweetest girl i've ever met. there are many many perks about you. your pretty (very pretty like i said), and so funny, and so kind. i'm glad i got to know you more throughout these years and i'm glad we got to talk. you make me feel warm and fuzzy inside and you don't even try. your just you, and i love you.
yes, i love you. and it's justified since i've known you for so long- but i'm insanely in love with you. i'm in love with your laugh, your smile, your warm eyes, your personality, your touch, everything. i feel like i've already spilled everything i feel about you, yet it doesn't feel like it's enough. so maybe i can't really say it out loud, maybe because i have so much to say yet it's hard for it to come out in words.
but i truly love you, and i always will. and i want to spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, reminding you of everything i've been meaning to say.
love, mike ♡ (ps. come over to my house tonight?)"
the letter itself in the beginning was making tears run down your cheeks, your hands shaking as you held the very own paper that brought some light into your life.
you looked up at mike, seeing him already looking at you with the most nervous expression. his bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and you could feel his fingers shaking around your waist.
"it's been you?" you say in barely even a whisper.
he nods, and you saw the tears in his eyes too. you wipe them away with your thumb, his face resting against your palm.
"it's always been me." he whispers. "since middle school."
your pupils were big, the color of your eyes a thin line of how big you looked at him. you two stood there- soft sniffles filling the living room as he held you, a touch you missed so very much. your lips parted, about to speak.
"you don't have to say anything." he whispers. "i know sometimes feelings arent the same but i just.. i needed to get it out of my chest."
you quickly shake your head, gently pushing his hair back.
"no no mike im not.. i'm not saying no to you. about what you feel or about what i feel." you whisper, "i'm just still so shocked and- and surprised that you did this."
"good surprised?" he whispers.
"very good surprised." you smile shyly. "why'd you decide to do it now?"
he sighed, looking at the paper. his hands were still shaking, and so were yours. you gently held his hand with yours- the shaking starting to stop.
"i guess during valentines day when you didn't get anything." he recalls, "i've always wanted to do something special for you but i think.. i dont know- seeing you upset made me do the thing i did."
"and i was only planning on one letter. but i saw the way you were so happy." he whispers. "happy because of me, because of what i said."
"i wanted and i just.. i needed to see your smile again. especially after everything that went down."
you nodded in understanding, your breath feeling shaky when you let one out after holding it in for so long. you look at the letters again, the sentence of "i love you".
"so.. you love me?" you whisper with the sweetest smile, and he chuckled.
"i think i said that like 10 times in there." he smiles, and you giggle.
your cheek's were a light shade of pink, and he dipped his head to kiss it- only making you blush even more. he peppered your cheeks with kisses, mumbling. "your so pretty."
"you also said that a lot in the letters." you giggled.
"i know." he mumbles.
"your pretty too." you whisper, kissing his nose that you loved so much.
"im still.. so in shock. like, really mike. because i've liked you too for so long and it got so much deeper once i.. yknow. started sleeping at your house. and i-" you started rambling.
"woah woah, wait." you saw his big grin, "you like me too?"
you shake your head, and you saw his smile fade away. you giggle, kissing his cheek.
"i love you." you whisper. "for almost the same reasons why you love me. and it's finally the first time someone likes me."
"same here." he whispers, "there's always a first for stuff. confessions, for.."
you smile, tilting your head. "what are you saying?" you giggle.
he dips his head again, kissing your cheek. "m' saying i wanna kiss you." he mumbles. you giggle again, the two of you silently leaning closer.
your nose brushed against his, and his lips connected to yours. you didn't know what to do at first, since it was your first kiss- and it was his. your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips danced with his, the kiss so tender.
it lasted a few seconds, and you two pulled away. your breath was sort, lips parted as your forehead touched his. you two both breathlessly laugh at the same time, and he pressed a gentle peck to your lips again.
"was i bad?" he whispers with a quiet chuckle.
"it probably was but.. it was perfect to me." you whisper, "was i?"
he shook his head and smiled, kissing your cheek. "couldn't have been more perfect."
you two held each other in silence, and he kissed you again. it was more slow this time, more filled with love you two had for each other. it lingered as it just became deeper and warmer, sighing and smiling into his mouth.
he smiled too, his nose nudging deep into your skin as your lips moved against his. your fingers digged into his hair, and he let out a muffled noise. he kissed you like he already knew how to make you melt, which is exactly what he did. his hand scrunched your shirt from behind, pulling you only closer.
"i love you." he mumbled against your lips, pulling back.
you giggled, your nose gently brushing against his. "i love you too mike." you whispered before he kissed you again. it was unhurried and full of patience, like the patience he had with all those letters everyday.
there were small pauses in between, pauses where you two made sure this was real. that kissing each other like you two yearned for was real. he peppered your lips with many kisses, and you couldn't stop giggling- your cheeks red.
"so you wanted me to come over to your house? what you said in the letter?" you whispered against his lips, feeling like a little girl with a crush.
"well now that we're here.." he smiled, and you laughed.
"by the way, the letters were very romantic. i loved every single one." you say softly, nose brushing against his.
"it's my best work." he smiled.
you giggled, mouth open with a playful shocked face. "so you did this to other girls?"
“no no.” he smiles, his lips already brushing against yours. “it’s always gonna be you.”
he kisses you, and after that- it felt like a dream. he spent the night at your house- cuddling in your bed with quiet giggles and soft kisses. you were home physically, but in mikes arm- you knew that he was it for you.
mike was home, and you never doubted that he was. but you were for certain now, and it all started after a simple letter.
ⓒ velvetciders
@urcutetozier
𖦹 in which, when you complain about not getting any valentines, mike takes matters into his own hands. 1k+ words pt. 2 here!
you were pretty sure that out of all the days, this counted as the worst. not that you had a reason to like it anyways, you weren't particularly the one that boys dreamed about- but you couldn't help but feel that pain in your chest whenever you walked into school.
you wanted a boyfriend, sure, because you've never had one. you wanted someone to see you for you, because so far it felt like no one else had. well... minus the party.
as much as you desired this, you were in the hellfire club, which wasn't the best image if a boyfriend was your goal. but it was almost like you had too. it took luck but other than max or el, you were the last girl remaining in the group. everyone liked you- but you were closest to mike.
after all, mike was the one who practically went on his knees begging eddie to let you join.
"well, there's some luck next year," dustin says as he slams his packed locker.
"dude we'll be seniors, pretty sure no one's gonna waste their valentines on us." mike says, his eyes trailing to you when you appeared.
"oh hey." mike says, his voice gentle. it was always, always gentle with you- and neither of you two knew why. "you must've gotten something. what'd you get?"
you shrug and brush it off like you always do. “it’s the same every year, it’s bullshit honestly.” you scoff, the lies coming out of your mouth tasting bitter.
“it is bullshit, thank you.” mike agrees, “eddie has never gotten one and he’s perfectly fine, right?”
his smile was weak, and dustin rolls his eyes, "eddies been here for 6 years." he says and walks off with a scowl on his face.
mike sighs, turning back and eyes meeting yours. “okay, now you can tell the truth.”
“what are you talking about?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed, stepping back defensively even when you didn’t know what he meant.
he shakes his head and chuckles, stepping closer to you. “cmon. you think im gonna believe you didn’t get a valentines? didn’t you say that oliver guy liked you a few months ago?”
“it’s tom, and it- he never really did.” you say with a smile so small. “and im actually being serious... i didn’t get one.”
“and it sucks mike. like i just- i see everyone around us experiencing it. what makes my life so… different?”
your voice sounded quiet, insecure. it’s not like you could ever be ashamed of something like that in front of him- but it was hard to feel vulnerable. mikes smile faded just a little bit, but it was still hopeful.
“oh.. well-” he starts off with a shaky voice, “everyone at this school are total assholes anyway. your better than them.” he says the last sentence with a whisper.
you knew mike to be a smart guy, but not smart at comforting people. he was always quiet, awkward when someone showed emotion- but he always tried for you.
you see his hopeful and convincing smile, and you can’t help but reciprocate it. you nod and tighten your backpack. “yeah. total assholes.”
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the next day was like no other. stupid assembly's in the morning, loud jocks throwing god knows what to each other in the hallways, and worst of all- the couples you saw round and round.
before the bell could ring, you bolted to your locker. that's when you saw it.
the white, coffee-stained, envelope that was peeking through the slits at the top of your locker. you grabbed it- the envelope consisting of no name. just blank.
you delicatley opened it, only because this letter at your locker must've been a mistake. one that you can't go back too. the handwriting was dainty and small, black ink showering the whole page.
"dear y/n,
happy valentines day! i know i'm a little late for this but i was just really nervous to give this to you, so sorry. i like you, and i've actually liked you for a long time actually (since middle school). pretty sure i love you. i sometime's hear you in the hallways complaining about boys and all, but i really mean it when i say i like you. there's many things to like about you so you shouldn't feel the way you feel. your perfect. seriously, and i know that must come out really corny but for me your perfect. maybe my words wont help much, but at least i got some of it out. one day i'll soon build up the courage to tell you all this in person, but for now, i'll stick to the letters.
from, anonymous (ps.. you looked really pretty in your yellow outfit yesterday, they suit your eyes ◡̈)"
if it wasn't for the bell ringing through the school, you swear your feet would've been glued to the ground. this letter was for you. your name, your outfit, your secret admirer. yours and only yours.
your cheeks were pink as you hid your face in your locker, shoving the letter into your bag. you couldn't stop smiling, not knowing if that was a good thing. it could've been a prank, right? and letters? plural? this boy was planning on writing more?
but who would spend the effort to write a letter to you if they thought you were just an oppressed loser? certainly not a guy who complimented your outfit when no one else did.
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"whats with you?" dustin asks when you sit at the lunch table with a wide smile.
"nothing?"
"your smiling"
"i cant smile?" you say with a soft laugh. and dustin saw it. the little piece of paper sticking out the sleeve of your backpack. he snatches it, earning a protest from you.
you froze as you watched dustin scan through the paper. "you got this? from where?"
your cheeks turn red as you watch the paper get passed along the table, the letter finally reaching to mike.
"i really don't know it- it was just in my locker this morning. but it was for yesterday, and... shit i don't know. do you guys recognize the handwriting or like.. if someone would do this?" you say, sounding embarrassed. but you were far from being embarrassed.
they scan through the paper in silence, before shrugging.
"it looks familiar but eh, i don't know." eddie suddenly says before slumping back into the chair.
the guys voices and observations continued as they passed around the letter- pointing out every flaw and mistake. mike was sitting next to you, and he nudged his shoulder with yours.
“it’s about time someone said this to you.” he said in a quiet voice, only meant for you.
your cheeks felt warm, and you couldn’t help but bashfully smile. “thanks mike” you say in a soft voice.
“do you think it’s oliv- i mean tom?”
you sigh, looking ahead towards the cafeteria to see if you could spot your suspect. “i mean.. i don’t know. wouldn’t he just say it’s him? or maybe he just doesn’t like me anymore, like i said.” you shrug.
“he has to like you.” he grabs the paper and observes it again. "wow. he really likes you."
"shut up." you mumble shyly and snatch it from his hand. "it's not that big of a deal, i don't.. i don't like him anyway. he's not my type."
mike's eyebrows lifted and moved around like they always did. his lips parted, looking at the letter. "oh. well then he- maybe it's not him. maybe just wait till the next letter."
you nod, biting your nails. he gently grabbed your hand and placed it down- knowing you've had that nasty habit since the upside down. you gave him a small smile as you grabbed the letter.
as the chatter continued with the guys, it drowned into your ears. you looked at the letter- only knowing there was nothing else to do but wait for tomorrow.
Ⓒ velvetciders
⊹₊⟡⋆ closer
| mike wheeler x fem!reader
𑣲 synopsis : a freezing night forces you into mike’s arms, where warmth comes wrapped in sharp words and bruising intimacy. comfort and cruelty blur until you can’t tell if he’s holding you together or quietly breaking you.
𑣲 warnings : aged up!mike, explicit sexual content, degradation kink, rough sex, possessive behavior, verbal degradation, dubcon tones, emotional confusion, toxic dynamics, one bed trope
𑣲 from the author : thank you so much for 200 followers!! i'm working on my reqs rn so keep the asks comingg
✶♫⋆ closer by nine inch nails
idk if it's because i love nerds but the thought of riding mike while he yaps about d&d makes me crazy
this just awoken somthing in me 🤭 i too would go crazy for this. He'd be so deep into his rant he'd barely even notice what you were doing at first, hands flying as he explains some sort of rule you don't truly understand but you nod along still, smile bright and innocent like your not tugging down the waist band of his joggers. The moment you sink down his words trail off, eyes going wide in that adorable way that makes your heart skip. "Keep going, i wanna hear."
He stumbles for a moment, one hand gripping your waist as a quiet groan escapes him. It takes a moment but slowly he begins to talk again, every so often a quiet whimper of some sort escaping between words. His eyes locked on yours like you were some sort of higher being.He'd start blabbering faster and faster the close he got, his chest heaving in an attempt to keep his train of thought at the feel of you squeezing him justttt right
can someone write a fic of mike wheeler where he literally can’t breathe without you and he yearns for you but is too stubborn to say it until like the end and maybe some smut like idk 🥹 ALSO BASED ON THIS SONG PRETTY PLESSEEE
like specifically the part where they both say “oh can we brawl about it, can we, can we, brawl about it??”
LIKE VERY ANGSTY PLEASE I BEG SOMEONE ANYONE
PLEASE GUYS IM LITERALLY BEGGINGGGGG YOUUU😭😭😭😭💔💔
can someone write a fic of mike wheeler where he literally can’t breathe without you and he yearns for you but is too stubborn to say it until like the end and maybe some smut like idk 🥹 ALSO BASED ON THIS SONG PRETTY PLESSEEE
like specifically the part where they both say “oh can we brawl about it, can we, can we, brawl about it??”
LIKE VERY ANGSTY PLEASE I BEG SOMEONE ANYONE