Fic where Eddie hears about Jonathan taking pictures through Steve’s bedroom window and then proceeds to spend the next couple weeks wandering around the woods trying to find where he was able to do that.
Rather awkwardly, he runs into Steve in the woods more than once. He eventually asks what Eddie is doing and Eddie panics. He says he’s birdwatching.
“Oh,” Steve says and then immediately starts telling him that he’s going about this all wrong. “Are you new to birdwatching?”
“Um…kinda?”
“I can tell,” Steve says and then launches into a whole spiel about how this is the worst time of day to birdwatching. “It’s too hot for most birds and the sun fucks up your pic - you don’t even have binoculars, man.”
Turns out Steve Harrington - coolest guy in school - is an avid birdwatcher?
Now Eddie is getting dragged out of bed at ass o’clock in the morning to stand in the woods with Steve Harrington. All because he wanted to see the guy naked.
Eddie Munson is a pervert, and he has neither the will or way to change that. Sure, the ache in his lanky legs serves as a reminder that he hiked damn near a mile in order to be a peeping Tom, but god would it be worth it. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.
Fucking Jonathan Byers. Ever since he heard the rumors of Jonathan taking pictures through Steve Harrington’s window in the woods, Eddie has obsessed over the idea. He really has no idea what finally pushed him over the edge, but here he is, sleuthing the woods behind Steve’s house at the ass crack of dawn on a random Saturday.
Perhaps it was the simmering crush for the cocky bastard (in which Eddie had refused to acknowledge for years) that finally decided to rear its ugly head. All Eddie does know is that this would be a one time thing.
“Just a glimpse.” He mutters under his breath, sweat beading down his nose. “That’s all.” Eddie stops. Blinks. Takes a breath. Then he groans.
Jesus H. Christ. What the fuck is he doing? Eddie shakes his head in disgust of himself.
He could be doing quite literally anything else with his life. Instead he’s here, sitting on a tree stump without a clue where he is, head in his hands. “What the fuck am I doing?”
“I was about to ask you that myself.”
Oh, fuck.
Eddie shot up, face red and panicked eyes. There stood Steve Harrington in all his sunshiney glory. Water bottle in hand, sweat from what looked like a morning jog only adding to his radiance. His head was tilted in question, signature crooked smirk plastered on his face in a way that made Eddie melt. The early sun rising behind his head like a halo.
Eddie is in the presence of royalty, and his hair probably looks like a bird's nest. Steve’s looking at Eddie like he’s waiting for him to say something and Eddie has no idea what to do with himself. What the fuck is he meant to say? “Oh, yeah, I was just creeping around your window in hopes of seeing you naked.” Fuck no--wait. Bird’s nest.
Birds.
“I-I was…birdwatching?” Eddie says it like a question, peeking at Steve in a way he hopes isn’t suspicious (it totally was). Steve is still looking at him like he expects something else, and who is Eddie to disappoint him? Except, Eddie only knows, like, five birds.
“Y’know, like…um, pigeons, Or–Orioles…” That’s a bird, right?
Steve just stared at him. Furrowed brows and a honey’d gaze as his eyes bounced between Eddie’s own frantic ones, like he was observing a zoo animal. An odd fascination.
Suddenly, he laughed. “Orioles?”
Shit. Eddie tensed. I fucked it up. He knows why I'm here, I’m so fucked.
“Orioles are only here in the first week of May. You missed them.” Steve blinks. “By a month.”
Shit–wait, how the fuck does he know that?
Now it was Eddie’s turn to stare. “Is that like…an obscure fact, or am I just stupid.”
Steve laughed, that kind of belly-laugh that makes it hard to breathe. An uncontrollable laugh. Eddie doesn’t even care if it's directed at him, he’s just happy he made Steve happy. He finds himself giggling along, even though he doesn’t entirely know what it is he’s laughing at.
“Dude, you don’t know shit about birds.”
Eddie flushed. “W-Well I want to.”
Steve looks at him. Really looks at him. And then he smiles. "Well, lucky for you, I can teach you." Then he turns around, continuing his route back home. “Follow me.”
Eddie short circuited. Steve Harrington is inviting Eddie Munson to his house? What kind of fever dream is this? But of course, above all else, Eddie’s eyes found their way to the gorgeous sight of Steve’s ass in his criminally tiny running shorts. He managed to catch Steve’s eyes as he looked over his shoulder before they found what caught Eddie’s attention. “Are you just gonna stand there?”
Mike and Will BOTH get vecna’d in s5 but instead of showing them each their worst memories, they show them eachother’s worst memories, because he knows that’ll hurt them even more. Stuff like: 
Mike, seeing will sob and starting to destroy castle byers
Will, seeing Mike jump off of the quarry
Mike, seeing Will all alone in the upside-down
Will, seeing Mike horribly depressed pre-s4
But it backfires on vecna because will and mike realize how much they’ve always needed eachother, how much they’re always going to need eachother.
tbh clark would love being called kal-el by those closest to him. obviously my brain goes to poly!superbat, though.
warnings- smut 18+ only, unprotected p in v sex, rimming (m receiving), oral (f and m receiving)
rosy cheeks every time it slipped from your mouth. most often in these moments,
early mornings where he was still half-asleep. skin warm with lines from the blankets etched into his skin. sleepy eyes and hands always pulling himself towards you or bruce. he’d sigh in content, feeling the most at home he’s ever felt.
when he jolts awake from a nightmare with frantic eyes and a heaving chest. his first thought is to not wake either of you up. to go to the living room and just deal with it alone. but he regains his senses and ends up waking either you or bruce up, seeking comfort. without fail, whoever he leaves sleeping ends up waking up from all the movement anyways. you both tuck him in between you, if he isn’t already, and soothe him with gentle touches and reassuring words. whispers of his birth name and promises of your boundless love eventually lull him back to sleep. two sets of arms wrapped around his form. two hands that stroke his soft skin. two sets of lips that press long kisses to his hair, neck, shoulders, cheeks… everywhere.
while he’s cooking for you and bruce in the kitchen. either in his apartment or at the manor with alfred shoo’ed away. he moves with ease, flipping bacon and pancakes before either have time to burn, because when it’s his turn to cook it’s always breakfast for dinner. he has an apron on, likely a frilly “kiss the cook!” one that was definitely made to fit your size, not his. tongue between his teeth and whispering measurements to himself. every time, without fail, either you or bruce sneak up behind him to wrap you arms around his waist and sneak bites of food. you’ll nuzzle your face against his shoulder with a hum, “mmm, thanks kal-el”
you’re all getting ready for another gala. bruce goes to help clark tie his tie while you finish your hair. although clark has tied his own tie a million times, he shows no objection to letting bruce do the job for him. bruce takes time to run his fingers along the tie underneath clark’s collar to “make sure it’s not flipped”. the contact would have clark a little flustered already. but after he’s all set, bruce kisses him and whispers “you look so handsome, kal-el.”, and it renders him speechless.
when he’s hurt, his powers stripped from kryptonite or his body aches from a brutal combat. either in the hospital or the medical corner of the cave. you hover over him with tears in your eyes, hands shaky and lip wobbling. “kal-el.. honey, please.” you’d whimper. your hands move from his arms to his chest, up to his face, wherever you can touch him as if the feeling would suddenly heal him. bruce is just as unwell, but more quiet. in a nearby chair with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
but moooooooooost definitely in the bedroom. sorry i’m a horndog 4ever. lemme share some thoughts
-bruce railing clark while he eats you out. both of you telling him how good he is, how he’s such a sweetheart, “so good for us, kal-el..”
-you & bruce worshipping clark’s cock. “such a pretty cock, kal-el… so fucking hard for us.. look at you..” while he whines and squirms.
-missionary where clark is just fucking the life out of you while bruce watches. “oh- fuck! mm- kal! fuck, kal-el.. right there.”
-bruce rimming him while you suck him off. “taste so fucking good, kal. mmm.. this ass is fuckin’ mine, kal-el.”
-him and bruce DP’ing you. “bruce.. kal… shit, oh fuck you’re so deep.”
and finally, when he’s a little bit floaty and in subspace. shaky breathing and heavy eyes while you and bruce clean him up. “so good for us, kal-el..” “kal-el.. so perfect. all ours, hmm?” and sweet murmurs of his name while you hold him in the hot bath after 🤌🏼
The Steve Harrington Summer Time Spectacular (Leighanne’s version)
steve harrington x fem!reader one shot
summary: You and Steve have been tip toeing around the inevitable for months now, and it’s starting to feel impossible to fight off anymore.
wc: 3.8k
warnings: 18+, coworkers to friends to lovers, season four family video steve, big dick steve, semi public just the tip smut, unprotected, dry humping, fingering fem!receiving, crop top steve!!
authors note: this is my submission for @jamdoughnutmagician fun Summer Steve Spectacular. It started off as something else and morphed into this. I hope you enjoy :) you can thank @thinkingth0ts for the crop top idea, so that’s her fault.
The mid July sunset burns orange behind the trees that shroud the Harrington’s back yard, reflecting gold along the still water of the pool. Puddles of chlorine fill in the grooves of white cement that surrounds it, dark patches from bare feet turning it a light grey. Your wet thighs stick together on the cushioned seat of the metal pool chair underneath you, the cover up you’d slipped on over your damp suit landing shorter than it looked on the rack.
Nerves fizzle and pop like sparklers in your chest waiting for Steve to come back outside, the subtle shift between the two of you the past few weeks becoming palpable. It had started to build months ago on your first day at Family video, bubbling at the surface now with nowhere else to go despite how much you fought against it. The line between banter and flirting getting muddled with every drive home after work that turned into talking about everything and nothing at the same time in your driveway. Hazel eyes always staring at your mouth a little too long until you disappeared through your front door just like the stars in the purple early morning sky.
The cracks had started to become visible in the mental dam you’d built to fight off the inevitable. Watching them grow deeper by the day, threatening to crumble the wall as water seeps out of the jagged edges. It had been an hour since everyone had left all smiles, sunburnt and happy. And an hour after Steve’s eyes lingered on yours hopeful and dark when Nancy offered you a ride home with the others. A silent exchange setting off the kind of internal battle that tugged your bottom lip harshly between your teeth. Declining her against your best judgement under the guise of helping him clean up, he even smoothed the excuse out by chiming in with his own offer to drop you off later.
Now you were alone together without the bubble of work and friends, or the nagging need to get inside. There were no time constraints, no obstacles. It scares you and exhilarates you at the same time. The sliding glass door catches your attention and the butterflies that burrow in your stomach too as Steve finally slips back outside.
“Hey, this uh, I have a weird question.” His warm honey-like voice breaks through the silence of the evening settling around you with a concerned furrow of his eyebrows wrinkling his forehead.
“What is —“ your words get off along with your train of thought as your eyes land on the white sleeveless shirt that lands in the middle of his thick happy trail.
His freshly tanned skin practically glows against the bright cotton, dark chest hair peeking out of the lingering wet patches that turn translucent. The cherry red swim trunks he’s worn all day still cling to parts of his thighs, and it takes every ounce of will power to clear the tight ball of want in your throat.
”What - what is it?”
He sighs loudly, irritation exhaling from his lungs as he cards a big hand through his dark thick highlighted hair.
“Robin said she saw a bald spot on her way out, and I’ve just spent the last 15 minutes in the bathroom trying to find it.” He scratches the back of his neck, cheeks blooming pink, seemingly oblivious to the hungry way your body hums.
The motion pulls the already short bottom hem of his shirt up, revealing more dark coarse hair and a collection of freckles and moles you’d never seen before. It makes you wonder how many more there are, the discovery bringing your thighs together in a tight squeeze.
”…A bald spot?” You snort, trying to hold in your laugh when he shoots a glare in your direction.
”It’s not funny, I’m too young for this. I’ve barely hit my prime!” He huffs in clear distress pulling out the two seater chair across from you. Flopping down on the hard navy cushions, he snatches one of the last pieces of watermelon from the bowl on the glass table.
”I’m still waiting for the question part of this.” You tease, enjoying the way he squirms, popping the fruit into his mouth avoiding your gaze. It’s impossible not to notice the way the sweet juice coats his full pink lips or the wide spread of his legs.
“I can’t believe I’m asking this, but, will you just — will you check for me?”
The thought of your hands in Steve’s hair sets off another round of firecrackers in your blood, and now it’s your turn to squirm.
”You want me to check for a non-existent bald spot?”
There’s no fight to hide your giggle this time desperately trying to ignore the growing heat in your cheeks.
”Why would she lie to me about that?” He argues, his hand searching the back of his head again.
”Because it’s Robin.” You dead pan like it’s obvious, because it should be obvious.
”Will you just come check, please?” Steve practically whines, exasperated. “If you’re right I’ll give you permission to black mail me for life.”
“Fine.” You huff with fake annoyance, rolling your eyes without much bite since it’s accompanied by a soft smile curving up the edges of your lips.
“Thank you, you don’t understand. This is a recurring nightmare of mine.” He sighs, freckled shoulders relaxing as he spreads his hairy legs even more to make room for you, the crimson fabric straining against them.
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think, Harrington?” You tease, trying to drown out the loud thumping of your heart as you push yourself up.
His eyes trace along the short hem of your sheer cover up as you make your way towards him. They linger where the damp material of your suit hugs your hips before making a path up to your chest, darkening like the sky catching the way your nipples pebble underneath their attention. Steve’s jaw tightens, throat bobbing as he finally meets your gaze from under his lashes when you stop just short of the space between his legs.
This time, your heart stops completely.
“My hair is something to be dramatic about.” He scoffs, leaning forward with a devilish flash of his teeth.
A small gasp escapes from between your lips feeling his long fingers curve around the back of your thighs, hands spreading wide gripping the soft fat of them.
“Need you a little bit closer, though, there’s no way you’ll find it from there.”
He wastes no time tugging you to him, closing the small space with ease, like he’s done this a million times before. For the first time, Steve’s reputation has jealousy roiling in your gut. You say his name with a breathless laugh which earns you a lopsided grin, hands finding a new home on the tops of his shoulders. He squeezes at the soft dough of your thighs in response, the pad of his thumb swiping dangerously close to the curve of your ass.
“Where am I looking?” You smirk, trying to give off a semblance of self control but the crack in your voice gives you away when his thumb catches the material of your suit this time.
”She wasn’t very specific, so I think you’ll need a better angle.” He hums, licking his pink lips with eyes that wander your body like they're overwhelmed, unsure of where to look first.
”A bett —“
You yelp when he pulls you onto his lap in one quick motion, your knees landing on the scratchy chair cushion bracketing either side of his hips.
”This is starting to feel an awful lot like a ploy, Steve.” The accusation comes out around a breathless giggle, back bowing on its own as both his hands spread wide wandering up your spine.
“Not a ploy, I’m just an opportunist.” He murmurs against your sternum, the tip of his sharp nose a ghost. Inhaling the chlorine and sunscreen still lingering on your skin, he squeezes at your sides like he wants to drown in it. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt this wanted.
Your fingers twist the cotton of his shirt, as you bite back the moan that tries to escape, hips hovering dangerously low above his lap, not giving in quite yet.
“Well, are you going to let me do my job?” You try to tease, but the needy way your body responds to him nudging the bottom swell of your right breast with his nose takes all the bite from it. “I thought this was urgent.”
”Mmm, you’re right.” He huffs, nipping at the sensitive skin just above your ribs through your cover up. “I’m sorry honey, I get distracted easily.”
Honey sends goosebumps pebbling against your hot skin, with a jolt of matching heat to your core. You try your best to seem unphased when he pulls away, but you aren’t sure what’s worse, his hungry touch or his full attention. Steve’s gaze flicks down to where you hover above his lap, a cocky smirk playing on his lips as his hands find their way back to your hips giving them a squeeze,
“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You laugh, biting the inside of your cheek. Trailing your fingers up his neck, you let them slide into the still damp hair at the nape of it, giving it a gentle tug bringing his eyes back to yours. “Now let me take a look.”
You don’t miss the way they glaze over, the amber inside of them melting into black. Or the way his body shifts underneath you searching for the kind of more that’s thickened the air so much the past few days it’s suffocated you both into this position.
”She made a gesture to the back of my head.” He finally gives, clearing his throat, trying to wrangle the little self control he has left.
“Hmm…” You murmur, letting your fingers dig into the thickness of the former king of Hawkins claim to fame. Something girls a few years ago would’ve fought you for.
A deep groan rumbles from his chest when you scratch lightly at his scalp, relishing in the silk softness of it. Steve leans his head forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck while you search the thickest part at the crown, letting the blond highlights float between your fingers.
“Jesus, why does that feel so good?” He almost whimpers, hot breath fanning against your collar bone.
”Again, this feels like a ploy.” You giggle, quickly realizing that your assumption about Robin was right. But you refuse to shut down the self indulgent part of your brain, continuing to play with his hair anyway.
He shakes his head, taking another deep breath inhaling the sun still lingering on your skin despite the night fully blanketing whatever light was left of the day. Crickets chirp loudly in the distance, mixing with the heavy breaths filled with anticipation of whatever was about to happen next.
”Find anything?”
His voice comes out low next to your ear, the tip of his nose nudging the sensitive spot behind it making your fingers falter for a moment, feeling his knowing smile spread wide across your skin.
“Yep, and it’s big too.”
“Wait — seriously?!”
Steve grips your hips, pulling back quickly with the kind of horrified look on his face that makes it impossible to keep up the ruse. It quickly melts into annoyance at the fit of giggles that bubble out of you because of it.
”Ha, ha, ha. Really funny. Hilarious, actually.” He grumbles, red dusting his cheeks with a roll of his eyes.
“I told you Stevie, you’re an easy target.” You tease in a condescendingly sweet voice, patting his chest with open palms.
“Easy, huh?” He arches a brow, something mischievous dancing in his eyes that has your teeth digging into the fat of your bottom lip.
“Mmhmm.” You hum, leaning forward nose brushing with his, letting your hands slide up his chest to his broad shoulders. “Really easy.”
The smug flash of white teeth you get in response has your body buzzing, that blurred line being completely erased as he pulls you flush onto his lap. Both of you moan at the contact, hot breath fanning against open mouths at the feel of each other like this. The wet bathing suits leave little to the imagination and he’s somehow even bigger than the stories led on.
”Steve.” You whimper, eyes rolling back at the first grind of your hips against him, fingers curling into his hair to try to anchor yourself somehow.
”Look who’s easy now.” He smirks, top lip catching against your bottom lifting his hips up just enough for you to gasp.
“Shut up, Harrington.” You grin into his mouth breathlessly before doing what you’ve both wanted for so long, closing the space.
Eyes fluttering closed, Steve takes control of the kiss like he’s gone over this a thousand times in his head. With one arm wrapped around the small of your back, he pulls you closer while the other has his hand curved around the back of your neck. Licking into your mouth with easy permission, you can taste the watermelon on his tongue, earning a deep moan from your chest.
You let your lips get so greedy you think they might bruise, but he meets you with equal enthusiasm, teeth scraping together ever so often from the force of it. Steve starts to guide your hips, dragging your heat along the hard length of him, groaning into the kiss at the easy glide.
“So wet already.” He murmurs against your jaw, pulling away to catch his breath trailing kisses down to your neck. “Knew you were perfect.”
His words have you shuddering on top of him, your lips spreading over his restrained cock that somehow grows even harder between your legs. The tip catches against your clit with just the right amount of pressure to have your back arch. He grunts at that before leaning back, pulling your cover up over your head. Letting his mouth devour the soft flesh of your breasts, he tugs your suit down more watching them spill out from the top with hungry eyes.
“Oh my god.” The last word comes out in a whimper feeling of him sucking a bruise into the swell of one, licking it better after he’s pleased with it.
”I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” He confesses, licking up your neck, punctuating his sentence with a harsh grip dragging you over his length like you don’t believe him. “God, those little dresses you wear to work.”
Steve groans at the thought of it, before kissing your smiling lips, earning you a curve of his own. You keep it a secret that you’d picked all of them out for him, even when you told yourself you didn’t.
”Remind me to never wear them again, then.” You breathe against his mouth, taking your turn to nip at his jaw, fingers curling under his shirt tugging it off tossing it with the sheer fabric on the ground.
”Not funny.”
Grabbing your chin between his fingers, he brings you back to him, dark eyes swallowing you whole in their abyss. The pad of his thumb traces the curve of your bottom lip before biting it playfully with a roll of his hips. He admires the way your jaw goes slack, eye brows furrowing, rolling your hips searching for more.
”Steve — we can’t.” You whine, feeling the way his hand on your back starts a determined path down between your legs. Contradicting yourself, you spread them wider.
“We can't, what?” He whispers just barely audible over the hum of the cicadas, fingers hooking into the soaked nylon fabric of your swim suit, moaning at the slick he’s met with brushing along your seam.
“Fuck, baby.”
The endearment sends another wave of arousal to your core, coating his fingers even more as he lazily collects all of it on the pads of them. Pressing his thumb against your bundle of nerves, one side of his mouth ticks up at the breathless way you say his name and tug at his hair because of it.
“This is a bad idea.” You finally manage, pressing your forehead against his chasing his touch with hungry hips. “Plus your neighbors.”
“What about them?” He whispers with a gruff voice, middle finger teasing, circling your fluttering entrance waiting for your answer.
”I - uh — oh god.” Your hips stutter at his thumb’s returning pressure to your clit, while the tip of his middle finger barely pushes in. “They’re gonna see us.”
”No they won’t.” He says cooly, starting to rub light circles on the oversensitive bundle of nerves. His hand grips your neck tighter, relishing in the way your body reacts with every swipe. “They’re on vacation too.”
”How do you know?” You manage to argue, hands sliding down his chest where they curl into the coarse hair peppered there.
Giving it a gentle tug, you know he can feel the way you squeeze around him watching his lashes flutter.
”They go every year, and the other house next door is for sale.” Stealing another kiss, he pushes one more knuckle in swallowing your moan. “We’re alone.”
”That doesn’t mean any — oh fuck, Steve.”
He pushes his middle finger the rest of the way in, your walls welcoming the stretch trying their best to get him to go deeper. Now, it’s your turn to eat his moan that rumbles loud, vibrating from his chest.
“Tell me what you want, honey.” He breathes hot against your lips, pulling his finger almost all of the way out, before sliding it back into your heat with even more ease than before, cock twitching against your thigh.
“Not - not all the way. Need you to take me on a date first.” You murmur, tugging at the elastic band of his trunks.
Nodding eagerly, it’s all he needs to add another finger, stretching you open in a way that has your head toss back. His lips waste no time taking advantage of your exposed neck, licking a path to the sensitive spot behind your ear. He nips at it playfully before sucking hard enough to earn what he knows is going to be his favorite sound, immediately doing it again.
You hands move quickly to even the playing field, shoving his shorts down as you lick into his mouth. He groans, the deep sound rumbling from his chest when your hand wraps around him giving a squeeze. The heavy weight of it sends your mind reeling, squirming against him.
“Jesus Christ, Harrington.” You smile against his mouth, starting to slowly pump him.
“Yeah? You like it?” He murmurs, licking at your top lip, the beginnings of a grin playing at the edges of his mouth.
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
Swiping your thumb over the sensitive tip, you collect what’s yours using it to help guide you hand, relishing in the shudder that pulses through him.
Cursing under his breath, he comes back to with fingers that start to work you relentlessly. Your cheeks warm at the lewd sounds of your arousal but it only seems to spur him on more. His hips lift with every pump and squeeze of your hand at the same time yours roll against his. The motion brings you near to what you really want, his cock getting dangerously close to where his fingers work you.
“So god damn soft baby, so tight. I bet you feel so fucking good.” He says through gritted teeth, pushing himself close enough for the tip of him to catch your clit.
“Oh my god Steve.” You shudder on top of him needing more. So much more.
“Let me just feel you, don’t you want that? God I want it so bad.” His hips lift higher, and the full length of him slides through your slick fold.
The moans that spill out of both of you at the contact are loud enough that you're thankful his neighbors are on vacation. At least you hope they are.
“Oh fuck - honey.” He practically whines, doing it again, dark eyes flicking between your legs to watch.
“You - you feel so good.” You breathe against his mouth.
Setting your full weight on the thickness of his cock, he slips his fingers out, your walls that desperately try to suck him back in. He puts them to work, focusing on your clit watching you rock your hips against the length of him over and over.
“Wanna see you cum like this.” He says, brows forming a deep V tugging his full bottom lip between his teeth watching you take what you want.
“I’m so close.” Your response comes out in a whimper, the coil inside of your tightening, threatening to give.
“You’re so damn pretty — god baby, give it to me. Please.” Steve begs, rolling his hips meeting yours with the kind of fervor that catches his tip where you want him most.
“Steve!” You shudder, sinking down on him just enough to feel the first stretch, your body humming begging you to give it more.
“Oh fuck, oh god.” He whines, squeezing the back of your neck, desperately trying to regain control when he slips back out nudging your clit again.
Steve twitches between your legs, growing impossibly harder with every swipe through your folds. Your arousal coats him so much that his swim suit grows damp all over again where you sit perched on his big lap. He finds just the right rhythm and pressure against your clit that has your eyes hitting the back of your head, your demise imminent.
“I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.” You moan against his mouth, rolling your hips chasing the high.
“Yeah?” He grunts, twitching again letting you know he’s close too. “Let me have it.”
All you can manage is a nod, face crumpling as stars start to burst in bright colors behind your eyelids. Your body trembles as your orgasm rips through you, coming out in unintelligible babbling especially when you feel him spill all over you.
The noise that claws its way out of his throat is animalistic, throwing his head back against the chair. He shivers underneath you, both of your hips moving lazily chasing the high and relishing in the feel of your consequences between your legs.
“Jesus, honey.” He huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his sweat curled hair before they both land on your curves giving them a squeeze. “Thought you just wanted to help me clean up.”
“You’re an ass.” You giggle shoving his chest with an out of breath smile. “I’m too tired now. Sorry.”
“That’s okay, my room’s clean anyway.” Steve wiggles his eyebrows, rolling his hips one last time smirking at the small gasp it earns him.
“You gotta take me on a date first, this was a lapse of judgment.” You tease, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth.
“What are you doing now?” He smiles, too smooth for his own good.
Ilya so immediately clocked Shane's little autistic flirting in that Saskatchewan parking lot but I honestly don't think Shane clocked it himself so, years later, when Ilya talks about it as "Shane coming onto him" and Shane goes "hello??? I just wanted to introduce myself??" Ilya just says, "Shane, the apple of my eye, the light of my life, my breeze in a stuffy room, my sunshine in the dead of winter, when have you ever willingly initiated small talk with another person?" and Shane is forced to concede that, yes, looking back, he was flirting.
Bravebyers but it's Hawkins!Will getting swapped into the cleradin universe, just before cleradin were set to be married. And paladin!Mike had to fight so hard for the chance at his cleric's hand... He's not risking anything. The wedding is staying on while they secretly search for Will the Wise/a way for Hawkins!Will to go home.
Will is being overwhelmed with wedding prep and paladin!Mike's affections.
Mike the Brave arguing that's how he normally acts, can't let anyone realise something's off or the wedding might be in jeopardy! They just need to keep the act up until his love is found! And the fact he misses Will the Wise, and is finding this touch-starved, blushy, squirmy-at-love version of Will adorable and oh-so-fun to tease has nothing to do with it
Smut follow-up to this if they don't find a way to swap the Wills back by the wedding night - Mike the Brave is gently asking Will the day before the wedding if he would be willing to consummate the marriage. Paladin!Mike really, really doesn't want to risk it's validity, and even though his sorcerer's magic won't be there to 'seal the deal', their coupling should still be enough.
Will is blushing and stammering at that, admitting he's a virgin. Paladin!Mike knows byler isn't dating, but he didn't realise how dire the situation was, for Will to be completely untouched - he couldn't resist Will the Wise's touch before the wedding, even when it would've been more proper to wait.
Paladin!Mike saying that he thinks Hawkins!Will is beautiful, just like his cleric, and if your Mike won't do this for you, please, let me, just once? There should not be a universe where a version of my love is so neglected. Please, I would make it so good for you, I would be so good for you.
Will agrees.
Mike the Brave is so gentle with him when the wedding night arrives.
a lil wip of cleradin bc i can sense an artblock creeping in from afar so i want to draw sth new to switch things up 😭 killer!mike au will comeback soon don’t worry guys!!! 🫶🫶
guys y'all should definitely read these Byler/Lesbyler and Bychance, more smau recs on twitter here
and this one about lesbyler
this one (completed)
and this one
another lesbyler one
bychance one here it's about Chance writing and sending anonymous love notes to Will cuz he's too scared to confess to him
this one
and this one
this one
this one (completed)
and this one
this one
this one
this one
this one
Byler smau on tumblr here @mike-wheeler-ik-what-you-are
this one (completed)
this one
and this one
this one
this one
this one
and this
this one
this one
this one
this one, Byler smau, sharknilla
this one, by @/jealousbyler, lesbyler smau
this one by @/xoxo_byler, Byler smau, aliens
this one by @/ijbolwheeler, Byler smau, soulmates
Byler/Bychance smau on tumblr here @uhhyupmlb
this one about ghost mike by @/deeybyers, @/hqkzme
this one by @/willclouds, Byler smau, pastries (completed)
this one by @/byerscookie, Bychance smau
this one by @/strangerbuckley, Byler smau, enemies, fake dating, completed
this one by @/whoyougonnasee, Byler smau, indie band
this one by @/whlrchive, Byler smau, f1
this one by @/amoortentiaa, Byler smau halloween smau
this one by @/ijbolwheeler, Bychance and Byler smau
this one by @/matteroftime88, Byler smau, this song
this one by @/tastexsour, byler smau, summercamp
this one by @/venuusflytr4p, Byler smau, people watching
this one by @/gracieethings, Byler smau, pop stars willel
this one by @/raefybaefy, Byler smau, youtube
this one by @/sidelinesbyler, Byler smau, the office
this one by @/tozieresque, Byler smau and Steddie
this one by @/byersoverliars, Byler smau with Bychance, theater
this one by @/shadowplaygate, Byler smau, the party is over party
this one by @/M4DWHEELER, Byler smau, youtube
this one by @/CHARL1ESGARDEN, Byler smau with some Bychance
this one by @mike-wheeler-ik-what-you-are Byler smau
this one by @/wiseheartsy, Byler smau, summercamp
this one by @/craftybyers, Byler smau, uni
this one by @/mouseymicks, Byler smau, actor and photographer
this one by @/byers_snoopy, Byler smau, singers
this one by @/bylervers, Byler smau, jewelry shop, some Bychance
this one by @/katsplosion, Byler smau, english class, completed
this one by @/wheelerlovemail, Byler smau, hallway crush (completed)
this one by @/katsplosion, Byler smau, lost connection
this one by @/wlsehearts, Byler smau, love Simon au
this one by @/castielbyers, Byler and Bychance smau
this one by @/bylervers, Bychance smau, rivals
this one by @/saturnspar_, Byler smau, singers
this one by @/hawkinsavclub, Byler and Lumax smau
this one by @/l3sbylerlvr, Byler and Holly smau
this one by @/cleradinbyers, Byler smau, skies and stary lies, Will is an art major and he meets Mike at the observatory, Mike works there, Mike is gay
this one by @/lumaxed, Byler smau, Mike comes back to life
this one by @/boyfriendslie, Byler smau, Wednesday au
this one by @/scatocciosbra, Byler smau, breakdance
this one by @/icantbehereatm, Byler smau, lacrosse games, supernatural
this one by @/daniwheelers, Byler smau, lead singer
this one by @/bylervers, Byler and Bychance smau, parallel universe
this one by @/mjwscrap, Byler smau, California
this one by @/weeirdler, Byler smau, Will is an exchange student from Spain
this one by @/djohater, Byler smau, love or host, online love show
this one by @/strangerbuckley, Byler smau with Elumax, band members
this one by @/watchwording, Byler smau, hockey
this one by@/bylersmother, Byler smau, tennis
this one by @/weeirdler, Byler smau, football
this one by @/bylervers, Lesbyler smau, Willow is a singer
this one by @/swiftinof, Lesbyler smau, band
this one by @/gracieethings, Lumax and Byler smau with some Bychance in it
this one by @/bylersparks, Byler smau, Will is an indie artist
this one by @/lumaxed, Lumax smau about Byler
this one by @/charkrykrypteezy, Byler smau, Spider-Will with MJ Wheeler
this one by @/fairymeIodies, Byler smau, Spider-Will
this one by @/lumaxed, Lumax smau with Byler (completed)
this one by @/Wise_heartt, Byler smau, circus
this one by @/byerscure, Byler smau, boy band (completed)
this one by @/bylerification, Byler smau, Elmike lavender marriage
this one by @/gracieethings, Byler smau, the hunger games
this one by @/finalboybyers, Byler smau, Will works at a café, Mike is filming a movie
this one by @/cleradingate, Byler smau, Spanish
this one by @/autisticbyler, Byler smau, Elmike lavender marriage
this one by @/Wise_heartt, Byler smau, circus
this one by @/byersakgae, Byclair smau, childhood friends to lovers
this one by @/mikehotwheeels, Byler smau, band and youtubers, party and loser club
this one by @/birthdaygates, Byler smau, Mike accidentally texts an unknown number, Will's number (completed)
this one by @/fakeit flowerzz, Byler smau, childhood friends, Mike is a singer
this one by @/wiseheartsy, Byler smau, halloween, Bychance
this one by @/vampmiwi, Byler smau, they're famous music artists and live together
this one by @/Fuckmikewheeler, Byler smau, Steve tries to help Will get with a "girl" but it's actually Mike (completed)
this one by @/mattie__bear, Byler smau, gossip girl au, some Bychance in
this one by @/byierwhore, Byler smau, "hi, sisters", influencer Will moves to LA and meets his celebrity crush, Mike, some Elmax
this one by @/strangerbuckley, Byler smau, heartstopper au, Stonathan
this one by @/strxngerxqyz, Bywheelchance smau, the party are young teachers
this one by @/icantbehereatm, Byler smau, Victorian Mike, modern au
this one by @/platossoulmates, Byler smau, comic book
this one by @/cleradincat, Byler smau with some Bychance, pop star Will, fangirl Mike
this one by @/loverslke, Byler smau, high school reunion. Some Bychance
this one, by @/bylerheartz, Byler smau, Mike and Will are famous actors in a movie together, they run fanpages of each other
this one by @/issy_miwissy, Byler smau, xoxo gossip girl, Byhop family
this one by @/lumaxed, Byler smau, Mike and Will are neighbors, Mike plays the guitar
this one by @/byershvn, Lesbyler smau, Robin makes a short film and asks Willow and Michelle to act in it and play love interests, sci-fi theme with a romantic twist
this one by @/strangerbuckley, Byler smau with little Bychance, Taylor Swift au (not serious)
this one by @/phantomxchu, Byler smau, Mike is a famous actor, Holly is in preschool, Will works at the preschool, some Bychance in it
this one by @/popcorngate, Byler and Bychance smau, school
this one by @/dykebyers, Byler, Cleradin and Elmax smau
this one by @/munjovs, Byler smau, buddie au, Conan Gray inspired
this one by @/Fuckmikewheeler, Byler smau, Will is a youtuber and a Mike hater, Mike is a singer
this one by @/sunruez, Byler smau/ Will smau, Sofia the first au, gay Mike, Lucas has a crush on Will, Lucas is dating Max, Lumax
this one by @/ficrecsbyrie, Byler smau, fake dating, some Bychance in it
this one by @/1986lovesong, Byler smau, descendants au, some Bychance in it
this one by @/byerscure, Byler smau, the Byers are a family of witches, gay Mike
dom!steve giving you some form of praise one day, thinking nothing of it, till he notices how red you got & then it clicks you have a praise kink - and he just doesnt let up on it 😵💫🤞🏼
CW: praise kink, ddlg vibes, daddy kink mention, Steve being a tease, shy reader
HE SO WOULD… he’s got a natural dad-like caregiver nature to him, and he’s just so perceptive. You’re taking things slow with him. A little shy at first, wanting to wait until you’re sure Steve isn’t going to use you for sex (spoiler alert: he isn’t), and Steve is completely understanding of that. But that doesn’t stop him from working out what your kinks are as if you’re a wide open book.
He knows you’re a sub. You must be, with how wide-eyed and docile you get at times, especially when he’s taking care of you somehow. Forehead kisses, reminding you to drink your water, telling you to remember your meds. You must have some semblance of little girl in you, with how excitable and small you seem sometimes. He’ll bet top dollar you have a daddy kink, too. Your blushing when he jokingly says come to daddy tells him so. These are all things he files away for later, curious to see if his predictions are correct.
But what he doesn’t expect is to find out how big your praise kink is. Like I said, he’s caring, always looking after you. When you do something he tells you to - something simple, like studying for that test you have coming up - it’s followed by a ruffle of your hair and a ‘good job. that’s my girl’. It’s unexpected for him, but hard to ignore the way your eyes go hazy and your cheeks get all warm.
He supposes you having a praise kink makes sense with the other kinks he thinks you have. It hits him how adorable it is, and he quickly tackles you into a hug, trying to expel his cuteness aggression.
“shhtebe!” You try to speak but your face is mushed into his sweater, and Steve just squeezes you harder.
Steve Harrington has big hands to cup Eddie's cheeks, and he has gentle thumbs to wipe away the tears.
Soft dom Steve who praises Eddie for crying during sex; on one hand to make sure that Eddie knows it's okay to do, but on the other because Steve knows that's part of Eddie's overall release—if he can't see tears, then he doesn't know if he's all that attuned to Eddie in the moment, could even indicate a subdrop. Soft dom Steve who assigns part of their aftercare to cleaning up Eddie's tears, gently dabbing at his cheeks, kissing at the corners of his eyes, maybe even moisturizing his face (because Eddie's said before that crying makes him feel crusty). Eddie reciprocates aftercare (because you should), by kissing at Steve's fingertips, putting lotion over his hands (to ensure they're always soft), helping him wash his hair. And then they both work together to make an easy meal for themselves, offer it to each other in a semi-placating, semi-passing gesture so that the other knows food is there to sort of refuel them.
I would write this, but I have some other writing to focus on. Remind me to come back to this, if people are interested.
when you are eating chips you will often be like well how about one more chip? and then you will eat one more chip and be like well how about one more chip? and what do you think happens after that?
