Feeling Star Lost

serena | 21 | intp

[queenofslowburn]

It's getting tight

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader (no use of n/y)

Summary: When a mission goes a bit sideways, you suddenly find yourself stuck with Din in a hideout that allows little to no movement, leaving you in a precarious situation - between his legs.

Warnings: +18, MDNI, took the locked room trope to its farthest edge, oral (m receiving), praising, the helmet stays on, forced orgasm if you squint?

A/N: this is the result of a trope survey I did, Din Djarin & locked room came in second. If you are interested in the others just follow the link.

wc: 4.8k

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This was… a predicament, to put it mildly.

You crouched inside a storage cavity that clearly had not been designed with a human occupant in mind - certainly not two of them. The narrow compartment smelled faintly of machine oil and old dust, the metal walls pressing close on every side as if the space itself resented your presence.

One person would have been uncomfortable.

Two was a logistical nightmare.

Especially when one of those people insisted on wearing an entire arsenal of beskar plates that stole what little room existed.

Every minor adjustment from Din Djarin produced the faint scrape of metal against durasteel.

You clenched your jaw.

“Would you hold still?” you hissed under your breath, trying to shift your position for the tenth time and failing just as miserably as before.

The helmet tilted slightly toward you.

“Quiet,” he shot back immediately, voice low and edged with the same irritation while looking down.

Very much down.

Because while the two of you had been sprinting through corridors trying to shake the men chasing you, this tiny hiding place had appeared during a frantic scan of the hallway. Without pausing to debate the idea, Din had grabbed you by the arm and shoved you inside.

He followed a heartbeat later.

The security panel had slid shut with a quiet thunk.

Only then had the reality of the situation become clear.

The space was barely large enough for one adult standing upright. With both of you inside, it became an exercise in awkward geometry.

Din stood with his back pressed firmly against the sealed panel. One armored arm braced against the wall in front of him, creating a makeshift support so he wouldn’t lose his balance in the cramped quarters.

At least he was standing.

You, on the other hand…

You lifted your gaze slowly.

From the floor.

From where you were kneeling.

Directly between his legs.

“Oh, don’t you dare tell me to be quiet,” you muttered sharply, craning your neck to glare up at the visor. “You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place.”

Technically speaking, you were right.

Months of working together had built enough trust that when Din proposed the job, you hadn’t questioned it much.

An easy contract, he had said.

Quick entry. Quick exit. Minimal guards.

Simple.

Every single part of that description had turned out to be spectacularly wrong.

The artifact storage facility had recently made local news - something neither of you had learned about until far too late. Apparently publicity had inspired the owners to double their security.

What should have been a short operation had turned into a crawling nightmare.

Air vents.

Abandoned wastewater tunnels.

Forgotten maintenance corridors that hadn’t seen maintenance in decades.

The two of you had spent hours creeping through the guts of the building just to reach the prize.

Still, the effort hadn’t been wasted.

Your hand instinctively brushed your pocket.

Inside rested the object you’d come for: a Kyber Resonance Shard, a fractured piece of crystal rumored to hum faintly with residual energy when exposed to certain frequencies. Collectors paid absurd amounts for relics tied even distantly to the old Jedi traditions.

You had managed to lift it cleanly from its display.

Unfortunately, the display had also triggered a silent alarm.

Minutes later the corridors behind you had filled with guards.

Not just a few.

Dozens.

The careful stealth of the mission had evaporated instantly. Instead of sneaking out quietly, you had been forced to fight your way through the first wave and run before reinforcements sealed the building entirely.

That was when the plan changed.

Getting out immediately had become impossible.

But hiding?

Hiding might buy time.

Eventually the guards would assume you had escaped the facility entirely. Once the search widened outside, slipping away would be far easier.

At least, that had been the theory.

Which was how you ended up here.

Wedged inside a maintenance cavity barely wider than a locker.

Kneeling awkwardly on the floor.

Directly between the legs of a fully armored Mandalorian bounty hunter who filled most of the remaining space.

You tilted your head again to glare up at the dark visor hovering above you.

“Yes,” you muttered under your breath, “this was definitely your brilliant plan.”

“Maybe you should’ve listened when I told you the alarm might trigger,” Din Djarin muttered sharply above you, the words low and tight through the helmet’s modulator.

You snorted quietly.

“Helpful warning,” you whispered back. “Shame it arrived after I had already pocketed the shard.”

You shifted slightly on your heels, trying for the third time to relieve the pressure building in your legs. The cramped position forced your weight awkwardly onto your calves, and the metal floor beneath you was doing nothing to improve the situation.

Your muscles protested.

“Next time a meteor storm smashes into the Razor Crest,” you added dryly, “I’ll be sure to warn you afterward too.”

Din’s right foot nudged lightly against your leg.

You couldn’t tell whether the movement was meant as a quiet command to shut up - or simply an attempt for him to adjust his own balance in the ridiculous configuration the two of you had been forced into.

“If we get out of here,” you continued under your breath, shifting your weight again, “remind me to avoid any future jobs that involve stealing.”

The response came immediately.

“That from the master thief?” he said. Even without seeing his face, you could hear the faint crooked humor in his tone.

Months of working together had trained your ears well. You had learned to read the small inflections beneath the helmet’s mechanical filter. The subtle changes that meant he was smirking, even if the visor hid it completely.

You had seen that smirk before though.

More than once.

Because you have seen his face many times now.

The first time had been an accident - an unexpected glimpse of his face during a moment neither of you had planned.

The second had been necessity, when he’d taken a nasty hit and removing the helmet had been the only way to patch him up properly.

The third…

Well.

That had happened in the narrow bunk aboard the Razor Crest, sometime after both of you decided that surviving too many dangerous jobs together had earned you a more… relaxed way of blowing off steam.

Originally, the partnership had been strictly professional.

Lately, things had become a little more complicated.

“I wouldn’t mind switching back to bounty work,” you murmured, glancing up toward the dark visor. “You know I’m better at luring targets out than you are.”

A faint pause followed.

Then he replied quietly, “A little too good at it.” The final word slipped out in the soft cadence of Mando’a. “Mesh’la.”

Thankfully the darkness inside the cramped storage compartment hid the warmth that crept across your face.

You had never asked him exactly what the word meant.

Something affectionate, you suspected.

Something he said with an ease that made it feel… oddly intimate.

Even filtered through the helmet, the sound carried a certain weight.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Din,” you whispered, voice tilting playfully. “Is that why you picked this miserable job? So I wouldn’t be flirting with half the galaxy while we worked?”

Your hand lifted almost absentmindedly, sliding along the side of his leg. The motion was half reassuring, half teasing as your fingers traced lightly over the armored plating before settling there.

“Focus,” he said quietly. But the word lacked its usual bite.

“Not much focusing I can do down here,” you replied softly. “We’re stuck waiting. Let me keep my sarcasm - it helps pass the time.”

Outside the sealed panel, the facility remained silent for the moment. No footsteps. No voices.

Still, both of you kept your voices low.

Better safe than discovered.

“You could start thinking about buyers,” Din said after a moment. “Once word spreads that the artifact disappeared from a secure facility, the list of interested collectors will shrink fast.”

You shrugged lightly, the movement barely noticeable in the cramped space.

“Let that be my headache.” He knew you would handle it. You always did. “You,” you added, glancing up again, “just focus on choosing our next job with a little more care.” A faint smirk crept into your voice. “I don’t mind spending time alone in a room with you,” you murmured. “But this setup? Less appealing.”

Your gaze lifted.

The visor angled down toward you.

“Think so? I can’t say the view is terrible.” There it was again - that invisible grin you had come to recognize.

Your hand, still resting on his shin, slid a little higher along his thigh. Your fingers tightened briefly in a light squeeze.

“Careful,” you murmured. “You know I like pushing my luck.”

“Focus,” he repeated again, though the command sounded slightly rougher now. “We need to be ready to move the second an opening appears.”

His tone still carried its usual seriousness. But there was something else hiding beneath it. A quiet thread of tension.

“I can focus just fine,” you said softly. “I’m practically meditating down here. Feeling like a damn Jedi.”

You shifted again, trying to relieve the ache building in your legs.

As you moved, you rolled your neck slightly - 

 - and accidentally brushed your head against his crotch.

The reaction was immediate.

Din shifted abruptly, a quiet hum escaping him through the modulator as he instinctively pulled back where little to no space was left.

You blinked, then slowly looked up. A wicked grin spread across your face.

“Well now,” you murmured, lips parting slightly. “Don’t tell me…” Your voice dropped to a playful whisper. “Din Djarin,” you teased, “are you actually getting turned on by this?”

You didn’t wait for an answer.

Instead your hand moved higher along his thigh, slipping beneath the edge of the segmented armor until your fingers found the softer resistance of the flight suit beneath. The fabric was warm from his body heat, taut where it stretched across muscle. You let your palm settle there for a moment - just long enough to confirm what your instincts had already guessed.

And there it was.

A slow, unmistakable firmness growing beneath your touch.

Your mouth curved slightly.

Well. That answered that.

“Cyar’ika…” Din’s voice dropped into a low rumble, the word dragged through the helmet’s modulator like a warning trying very hard to sound stern.

Except the tone betrayed him.

Half caution. Half something else entirely.

“What?” you murmured softly, fingers tightening through the fabric in a deliberate squeeze that completely contradicted the innocence of your question. “Should I stop?”

His breath caught.

“This is not the place,” he said, words slightly uneven now, “and definitely not the time.”

A faint inhale followed, sharp enough that he nearly stumbled over the last part of the sentence.

“Seems to me we’ve got plenty of time to kill,” you whispered.

Your hand didn’t slow.

If anything, the motion became more deliberate - testing, exploring his length through the layers of fabric while your eyes stayed locked on the dark visor above you.

Whatever sharp retort had been forming died instantly when your curious squeeze shifted into a slow, teasing stroke.

Din’s helmet tipped back against the wall behind him with a muted klonk. The hand braced against the opposite surface tightened, his fingers curling slowly into a fist as if he needed the pressure to steady himself.

“You really shouldn’t…” he muttered.

But the growl beneath the words lacked conviction.

It sounded less like a warning directed at you and more like something he was trying to remind himself.

Meanwhile your hand had already found the seam of the flight suit.

You slipped beneath it.

The moment your fingers brushed bare skin, Din’s hips shifted instinctively against your touch. A quiet roll forward.

A reaction he clearly hadn’t intended.

“You keep watch,” you suggested lightly, your voice barely louder than a breath, “I’ll keep you entertained.”

Your fingers wrapped fully around his cock now.

The muffled sound that escaped the helmet in response sent a small thrill down your spine.

You had seen Din without the helmet before. You knew the expressions he tried so carefully to hide from the rest of the galaxy - the tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes darkened when you touched him just right.

But this?

This was different.

With the helmet still firmly in place, you couldn’t rely on facial cues at all.

Instead you found yourself reading the language of his body.

Every small shift of muscle.

Every subtle change in the way he held himself above you.

The signals were clearer than he probably realized.

And right now they were telling you that you were very much on the right track.

His length twitched faintly in your grasp.

Yes.

Definitely the right track.

“You’re being reckless,” Din whispered after a moment, his head tilting slightly as if he was still trying to listen for sounds in the hallway beyond the hidden compartment.

“This entire mission has been reckless,” you replied with a quiet smirk. “I’m just staying consistent.”

Your hand moved again.

With a practiced motion you eased him free from the remaining fabric, the flight suit sliding aside just enough to reveal his length completely.

Especially from your low position you couldn’t help the brief flicker of appreciation that crossed your mind as he stood towering above you.

Your legs had been aching moments ago from the cramped kneeling position.

Now the discomfort barely registered.

You shifted slightly, adjusting your posture so you were better aligned with his cock in front of your face. Your gaze traveled upward for a moment before settling again on the task at hand.

Almost unconsciously, you wet your lips.

Your hand gave him a few slow strokes, deliberate and unhurried.

“You should stop,” he hissed quietly.

You smiled faintly.

“I haven’t even started yet.”

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft, almost reverent kiss against the soft skin of his tip.

The thing was,  you had never been particularly patient. The teasing kisses you had started with didn’t stay gentle for long. As you closed your lips around his tip you could feel a tension coiling through Din’s entire body and you could hear the change in his breathing.

The quiet restraint he usually carried with such discipline began to slip. A low sound escaped him - muted by the helmet but unmistakable.

Above you, his free hand found your hair. Just threading through the strands in slow strokes that felt almost absentminded, as if he was grounding himself in the sensation. The movement sent a clear enough signal on its own.

You were doing exactly what he wanted, that he did not want you to stop at all.

Encouraged, you took him in deeper, the tight space forcing you to adjust carefully as your tongue circled his soft skin. Din’s hand moved from the side of your head to the back of it as you leaned in further, the grip tightening just slightly as instinct took over.

For a moment the two of you went completely still.

The closeness of the compartment left almost no room for movement anyway. The faint hum of machinery somewhere inside the walls vibrated through the metal around you while you both adjusted to the new position.

Din’s breath hitched again.

“Mesh’la…” The word slipped out rougher this time, dragged low through the modulator as he looked down at you. The dark visor tilted slightly, studying you in the dim light filtering through the vent.

“You look… perfect like this.”

The praise landed like a spark and a shiver ran through you.

Your hand slid higher along his thigh to steady yourself while the other braced against the wall behind you. Slowly you began to move your head, careful in the cramped space, finding a rhythm that worked despite the awkward positioning.

You slowly started to move your head, taking him in just an inch more before rolling back, catching a breath. Spit glistened on your lips and his soft skin, even in the shady dark light of this makeshift hideout, the air inside the compartment growing thick and humid as the seconds stretched.   

Your own pulse had begun to race now and heat coiled low in your stomach. You could feel the wetness between your legs growing although he did not even touch you fully.

It was almost frustrating to realize there would be no space for him to return the favor here - not with the two of you wedged together in a compartment barely big enough to breathe in. Not to speak of the lurking danger outside.

But you had no doubt, the moment you made it back to the Crest, he would remember exactly how to repay you. And different to now he would take his time with you.

For now though, the focus was entirely on him.

Din’s grip tightened slightly in your hair as you relaxed your jaw just a bit more, to take him up to the hilt. Before you could settle fully into your pace, he guided you forward with a firm pressure at the back of your head, pulling you closer with a sudden urgency that stole your breath for a moment.

“You take me so well,” he murmured. The words vibrated through the helmet’s modulator, sending another shiver down your spine. Your lungs protested briefly at the fullness, but your mind was far too focused on the effect you were having on him to care much about that.

Just before the pressure became too much he eased the hold, letting you pull back enough to breathe again.

You inhaled deeply before leaning in once more, eyes slipping closed as you focused on the rhythm he gave you. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his flight suit for balance as you let your tongue explore his full length, feeling every vein and twitch. He felt impossibly hard now and you longed for the moment back on the ship when he would bury himself in you, hips rolling in that infuriating slowness he always used to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Above you, Din’s movements became less controlled now. The subtle tension running through his body and the twitching of his cock told you everything you needed to know.

“I’m almost there, cyar’ika,” he breathed quietly. Then his helmet tilted downward again. “Look at me.”

You obeyed immediately, lifting your gaze to the dark visor looming above you. Your jaw softened slightly, preparing yourself for the moment - 

 - but suddenly he froze.

Every muscle in his body went rigid.

A sound echoed faintly from the hallway beyond the hidden compartment.

Footsteps, distant enough but approaching.

The situation became instantly absurd.

You were kneeling in a cramped maintenance cavity, his cock buried deep in your throat, both of you frozen in complete silence while someone walked somewhere nearby beyond the sealed panel.

Din held himself perfectly still, his grip tightening in your hair in a silent command to stop. To wait.

You felt it.

You understood it.

You ignored it. Your tongue moved again in a teasing flick against his underside and his throb told you how he ached for the sweet release. A strangled hiss slipped through the modulator.

The footsteps grew slightly louder as they passed somewhere down the corridor.

Din’s fingers clenched in warning. Not yet pulling you away, but very clearly telling you to behave.

You didn’t.

Your hands slid around the backs of his thighs instead, gripping firmly just beneath the curve of his backside. Then you pulled him closer, deeper, stealing your own breath, all while keeping your gaze fixed on him.

That was all it took.

Din’s head fell back against the wall with a silent thud as the tension snapped.

The insulation of the compartment and the distant machinery thankfully swallowed most of the sound. Outside, the footsteps continued past without slowing.

Inside, you had no choice but to hold steady as the wave finally broke and he spilled into your mouth, his warm cum coating the back of your throat and dripping down.

True to his earlier command, you kept your eyes lifted to the visor above you as you swallowed around his cock, taking every drop of him.

His fingers dug sharply into your hair now, the pressure almost painful as he fought to stay quiet through the release that rolled through him.

The footsteps faded down the corridor.

Only once the silence returned did Din finally exhale.

The breath came out slow and shaky.

After a moment he carefully pulled his still hardened length away, the movement making his tip bump lightly against your lips as he straightened.

“You…” he muttered, voice still rough. “…are an absolute menace.”

You leaned back slightly, licking the corners of your mouth before flashing him a satisfied grin.

“Happy to be of service.” You gave him a small, mocking nod.

With practiced hands you helped Din straighten himself back into the flight suit, smoothing the fabric into place before giving the front of it a light, almost condescending pat.

“Good as new,” you murmured under your breath.

The grip he had held in your hair finally loosened. Instead of the sharp hold from moments ago, his fingers slid through the strands in slow strokes, brushing your scalp before drifting down along the side of your face, tilting your face upwards by the chin. The gesture carried none of the urgency from earlier - just quiet warmth.

“We’re going to have a conversation about your sense of risk assessment once we’re back on the ship,” he said after a moment. Even through the helmet you could hear the grin in his voice. “Can’t take you anywhere.”

“Speaking of taking me places,” you said, nodding toward the sealed panel behind him, “you think things have cooled down out there yet?”

“I certainly have,” he replied dryly. The helmet tilted slightly as he listened for a moment, the faint sounds of the facility humming through the walls around you. “Seems quiet enough. Might be our best window.”

He glanced down toward you.

“Can you get it open again?”

Your lockpicking kit was still tucked safely in your pocket. After all, the panel had sealed itself automatically once you had picked it the first time and Din had shoved you inside. Your part of the job hadn’t exactly ended when the door closed.

You pulled the tools free with a quiet clink.

“What exactly are you contributing to this mission again?” you asked with a crooked grin.

Din awkwardly stepped over you in the tight compartment so you could shift forward, bracing yourself on your knees while you reached the panel controls.

“Because as far as I remember,” you continued, sliding the picks into place, “I handled the theft, the lockpicking, and the tension relief.”

Behind you he shifted his weight against the opposite wall.

“I’m making sure no one stands between us and the ship so I can repay you,” he replied calmly.

The panel hissed softly as the locking mechanism disengaged beneath your tools.

He leaned closer.

“Now hurry up,” he added quietly, “before I make you.”

You didn’t need further encouragement. You scrambled to your feet quickly - only to wobble immediately as your legs protested the long minutes spent kneeling.

Pins and needles shot through your calves.

“Stars,” you muttered, shaking them out. “Did the Jedi deal with this kind of thing all the time?”

Din didn’t slow.

“Less talking,” he said simply. His hand closed around your wrist and pulled you forward down the corridor. “More moving.”

Waiting had been the right call.

The frantic security sweep from earlier had thinned considerably. Most of the guards had clearly moved their search elsewhere by now, likely assuming you had already slipped off the premises.

Still, the path back to the exit wasn’t completely empty.

Twice you had to flatten yourselves against shadowed corners as patrols passed nearby.

Twice Din handled the problem when stealth alone wasn’t enough.

Before long the familiar shape of the Razor Crest appeared waiting at the edge of the landing platform like an old friend.

You sprinted the final stretch. By the time the ramp lowered you were already breathing hard.

Din reached the cockpit first, vaulting into the pilot’s seat as the startup sequence flared to life across the control panels.

You stumbled up into the cockpit seconds later and dropped into the copilot chair beside him, chest still rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.

But the grin on your face refused to fade.

From your pocket you produced the prize.

The Kyber Resonance Shard caught the cockpit lights as you tossed it lightly into the air and caught it again.

“Well,” you said, leaning back slightly as the engines hummed louder beneath your feet, “that was an experience.”

You flipped the shard once more.

Din said nothing. His gloved hands moved across the controls with steady precision, initiating the final departure sequence.

The ship lifted smoothly from the platform.

You glanced sideways at him.

“What do you think this thing will sell for?” you asked, turning the crystal between your fingers.

Still nothing.

A small flicker of unease crept into your thoughts. Had you pushed too far earlier?

You cleared your throat. “Maybe we should take more breaking-and-entering jobs,” you added casually.

You tossed the shard again - 

 - but this time Din’s hand shot out and caught it midair before you could.

The motion was so quick it left you blinking.

Without looking at you, he engaged the hyperdrive controls with his other hand. The Crest lurched gently as it entered hyperspace, the blue tunnel of stars stretching across the viewport.

Din turned the crystal over once in his hand. Then set it on the console. Only after that did he rise from the pilot’s seat. His broad silhouette loomed over you.

“Bunk,” he said.

Just one word.

No humor left in it.

The tone wasn’t angry.

But it was unmistakably an order.

And stars help you - you obeyed it eagerly.

You were out of the copilot seat in a heartbeat, heading down the narrow corridor toward the sleeping quarters.

Behind you, heavy footsteps followed.

You reached the bunk and climbed inside just as the familiar sound echoed through the small cabin - 

The quiet hiss of a helmet seal disengaging.

Your grin widened.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you stretched out on the mattress and looked toward the doorway with open anticipation.

You had worked with Din long enough to know exactly how this was going to end.

He always believed in settling the score.

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Oooo man, that was hot 🥵

[lovebugism]

would loooove to hear more about this first time y/n and steve referenced in your crawl series!! the concept of him lasting all of 2 seconds and being embarrassed about it later is so endearing to me 😛

ty for requesting!! — steve's first time with you doesn't go as expected, or for as long as he'd planned (enemies to lovers, established relationship, part of the crawl series, cw for smut ft. sub!steve and unprotected sex | 1.7k)

bug's three year celebration ♡

Steve Harrington is particularly needy on Crawl #8.

The WSQK van swells with a mixture of your perfume and his yearning. His mind can’t roam anywhere without bumping into thoughts of you, and it’s been that way ever since he kissed you for the first time. He has spent many days since then kissing you, and it’s still not enough. He can’t help but long for one more time, every time. And now is no different.

“Have I told you how pretty you look tonight?” he mutters, plush lips brushing the shell of your ear from where he’s crouched just behind you at the desk. He keeps one hand curled around the wheel on the ceiling to loom over you as you slouch in the stool before the decibel meter.

You fight back a shiver when his warm breath fans over your jaw.

“Only about a hundred times,” you lilt, half-distracted, as you search for the stopwatch in the clutter on the desk. You find it hidden beneath Dustin’s stack of sci-fi magazines and loll your head to the side to flash Steve a tight-lipped grin. His dark eyes turn a honey color in the amber lamplight. “And the best part is it’s not even nine o’clock yet.”

“So… what?” the boy hums lowly, with an audible smile in his voice. “That means I have about another… half hour to keep tellin’ you?”

“More like ten minutes,” you scoff beneath the beeping of your stopwatch. The time begins to count down — 9:59… 9:58… 9:57… “You know Joyce only gives Hopper ten minutes to search the Hub.”

“Mm…” Steve hums against the warm skin of your neck, where he presses lingering kisses along the thrumming tendon there. “I know a few ways we can waste ten minutes…”

You roll your eyes despite the soft smile tugging at your mouth. Steve Harrington has always been a flirt, but he’s dialed to eleven now that he knows you’re into him. The weeks since that fateful crawl mission, when you first let him kiss you, have led to a plethora of moments like this one — lingering touches, soft kisses, and promises of something more.

“Yeah, by you getting back in that driver’s seat in case Hop takes off in a hurry.”

“Five more minutes…” he promises, muffled into your pulsepoint, before he presses a longer, wetter kiss there.

You sigh when his teeth brush your delicate skin. Your head grows heavy with the feeling of him against you, which you can feel swirling in the very pit of your stomach now. His mouth curls into a smile against your neck when you rest your heavy head on the side of his.

“See?” he croons, pressing his words into your burning skin. “You always complain, but you really you just—”

“Shut up and kiss me,” you deadpan.

“—Okay,” he nods obediently.

You swivel in your chair to face him and cup his scruffy jaw in your hands, pulling him into you and kissing him like you’re trying to swallow him whole.

You knot your fingers in his silky hair as you lick into his mouth, tongues rutting together like velvet on velvet. He cradles the back of your head with one wide palm while his other curls around your back. He urges you into his lap and gently onto the shaggy van floor below.

Your lips part with a soft click. Your swollen mouth curls into a crooked smile as your lidded gaze flits across the boy on top of you, rosy-mouthed and heavy-eyed. “Is our first time really gonna be in this disgusting van?” you tease, though you have zero plans of letting him go now.

“I shampooed the carpet a few days ago,” he mutters sheepishly.

“Well, in that case…” you trail off with giggle.

You’re left smiling wider than you realize when Steve ducks down to stamp wet kisses to your jaw. You strain your arm towards the desk, just barely in reach of the strap of the stopwatch dangling off the edge. You pull it down towards you to find the time still counting down — 6:31… 6:30… 6:29…

“You have about six minutes until Hopper’s on the move again,” you tell him. “So you better get to work, Harrington…”

The van rocks faintly as you scramble on awkward limbs. Steve pulls back just far enough to strip your jeans down your legs and to undo his clinking belt buckle. He tucks the hem of his boxers down his heavy balls and slides your panties to the side, far too eager now to do anything more than that.

Steve props himself on one hand while his other takes his heavy cock in his fist, dragging the strawberry-colored tip up and down the length of your weeping pussy. He slides within your velvety folds, and your head tips back against the plush carpet, which smells of soap and only vaguely of feet.

The tip of his chiseled nose brushes the bridge of yours as your heavy breaths entwine. Through labored pants, Steve slurs, “Are you sure you wanna—”

“Hurry up and fuck me, Harrington,” you snap, a little more aggressive than you mean to, because the stopwatch at your side is still counting down. You don’t have much time left — surely not as much as you’d like — but you don’t plan on stopping now.

Steve pierces you slow. You feel the initial sting of being stretched by him, inch by inch, followed by the warmth of being full. The lamplit van swells your gasped breaths when he’s sheathed completely inside of you. You wrench his t-shirt into tight fists and squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating his next thrust. Only it never comes.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you huff in annoyance.

“I can’t move,” he answers through gritted teeth with his face buried in your neck.

“What?” you pant. “What do you mean, you can’t move—?”

“I’ll cum,” Steve confesses, voice breaking when your warm pussy clenches absentmindedly around his cock, far more sensitive than he’d anticipated.

“I don’t really give a shit,” you tell him, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “We only have three minutes left, Harrington, so you need to— Oh…”

You trail off with a whine when Steve’s hips tilt back and forward again. His thrusts are shallow and not quite rhythmic — he struggles to find a pace when he already feels so close to cumming. He just buries his choked-back whines into your neck and tries to stave off his orgasm for as long as he can, because he wants this to feel good for you, too.

You’re less focused on your own pleasure and more on the stopwatch counting down beside your head. 3:35… 3:34… 3:33… You want so desperately for Steve to cum, more than you want it for yourself — if only to have something to hang over his head for later.

“You need to cum, Steve,” you command through panted breaths, fighting back a whimper as his hips rut mercilessly over your clit with every shallow roll.

“Don’t…” he whines pitifully into the crook of your neck as the coil in the pit of his stomach threatens to snap. Your words certainly aren’t helping his attempt to hold off his orgasm. “I don’t wanna cum yet…”

“Yeah, I don’t care,” you pant in response, monotone but not entirely unkind. “If you don’t cum now, I’m not letting you cum at all—”

His groan rumbles through the otherwise silent van. Your cruel words pierce him somehow physically — slices the knot in his stomach in half without trying. His hands tighten into fists on either side of your head as he buckles down over you. His trembling body tries hopelessly to melt into yours as his orgasm washes suddenly over him, wave after merciless wave.

Your sigh of content at the warm feeling blossoming inside of you is drowned out by Steve’s louder, more pathetic grunts. Your cunt clenches around him, threatening to suckle him in further, even as his sensitive cock begins to soften.

“I’m sorry…” he mumbles through gritted teeth, as the aftershocks of his white-hot pleasure begin to dwindle. “Fuck… I’m sorry…”

Your heavy head swivels to the stopwatch at your side. “Well, look at that…” you lilt through labored breaths. “Looks like you only needed one minute, huh, Stevie?”

The words of a teasing quip get lost in Steve’s swimming head. He pulls back from your neck for the first time since he slid into you. You find his scruffy face is now flushed red, and his mouth is softly swollen from your kisses, and his dark eyes are glazed over with a layer of honey.

“Let me make you cum,” he pants, eager to please.

You shake your head against the shaggy carpet. “We don’t have time—”

He winces slightly when he slides slowly out of you, immediately mourning your warmth, but wanting desperately to make you feel good. “I can be quick,” he promises.

“Trust me, I know,” you scoff, pretending not to be as fazed by the sudden emptiness as you really are. He kneels between your parted thighs, and you catch his scruffy jaw in your fingers when he tries to duck down towards your glittering pussy, with every intention of making you cum with his tongue.

You meet his doe-eyed look with a sterner one. “I told you we don’t have time. Hop is gonna be on the move soon—”

The stopwatch, left abandoned on the carpet, begins to chirp with several droning beep, beep, beeps.

“Shit…” Steve huffs with a pained look, tucking his soft cock back into his pants.

You slide your panties back into place and vaguely feel Steve’s cum leaking onto the cotton as you reach for your jeans, left in a crumpled ball on the carpet just beside you. Your eyes glimmer with mischief as they lock with his darker ones, love-drunk and full of woe.

“You can make it up to me later, how about that?” you hum lowly, before pressing a too-innocent kiss to his flushed cheek.

Steve spends the next half hour in the driver’s seat of the van, plotting all the ways he plans to take you when the crawl is done.

[rens-bi]

I need more needy steve in my life 🤣

[loratot]

Beamer memories

warnings - last one is smutty! not proofread, i’m too lazy!

description - i wrote some memories in honour of steve’s gorgeous beamer #rip

first drive

when steve got the keys to his car, the very first trip he made was to your house.

you walk out of your house to see him leaned up against the red car with a smug smile on his face, hands crossed across his chest.

you chuckle as you walk over to him, looking over the car.

“it’s sexy, huh?” he raises his eyebrow and turns to look at it, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “1983 BMW 733i…” he murmurs, squeezing your shoulder.

“yeah, it’s pretty neat…” you smile, looking from the car to his face, your heart fluttering at the sight of steve’s grin.

“mhm… pretty neat…” he copies your tone and kisses the top of your head, hand moving to rub your back, “7/11 trip?” he asks you.

you nod immediately and you walk towards the car to get in, he runs past you and opens the door for you, you laugh at his antics as he kissed your cheek and shuts the door once you’re in, a ritual that he’s never stopped doing.

drunk pick-ups

you had spent the afternoon with your friend, accidentally finishing two bottles of wine between the both of you, ending in you calling steve to come pick you up.

he comes in and helps you up off of the sofa, smiling at your giggling.

“hello stevieee” you hold onto him so he can guide you to his car.

“hey, sweet girl…” he responds, opening the car door and helping you in, putting your seatbelt on for you.

he sets of driving down the street, looking over at your drunken state, chuckling to himself.

“where do you wanna go, sweetheart?” he reaches over and squeezes your thigh, “my house or your house?”

“your house… i don’t want my mom to shout at me…” you slur, pouting dramatically, steve nods and turns his attention back to the road.

“my house it is…”

too many cassettes!

it’s no secret that you’re obsessed with music, everyone who knows you, knows your love for music. including steve.

every time you bought a new cassette, you would put it in steve’s car, because that’s where you spent most of your time.

but now there’s a problem, there’s too many. you can’t fit anymore in the centre console.

you and steve are parked up, sipping some milkshakes when he turns to you.

“baby… i think there’s too many cassettes in my car. i’m gonna need you to take some back…” steve hesitantly tells you. you side eye him, sighing, “please…” he urges.

“fine, which ones do you wanna keep?” you turn to get a better view of the collection.

“you can decide what stays and what goes, hon.” he nods.

“okay, i think marvin gaye should stay in the car…” you start, picking it up and setting it on his lap. steve nods in agreement.

“janet jackson has to go.” steve picks it up and sets it on your lap, you reluctantly nod.

“i guess im okay with that.” you agree.

“and pebbles. i don’t like the song about the shitty boyfriend.” he says firmly, pursing his lips as he moves the cassette to your lap. you gasp and slap his hand.

“excuse me?! no. she’s staying.” you shake your head and put it on his lap instead.

steve groans dramatically but lets you do it, quietly moving the whitney huston cassette into the ‘keep’ pile on his lap.

the backseat **smutty**

no matter the reason for the car ride, steve will always find time to pull over and make out with you in his car. sometimes even fucking you in the backseat, it was always perfect when you did.

even though the space was crammed, you still had a good time, sometimes you would ride him in the drivers seat or even give him road head.

marvin gaye playing in the background, your clothes quickly being pulled off of each other and a lot, i mean a lot of sloppy kisses all over each others skin.

it always ended in cuddles on the backseat, you wearing steve’s sweatshirt or jacket and him rubbing your back softly, placing kisses on your hair and forehead.

writers note - if you have any ideas for a part two, let me know!

my masterlist!

[sharkbitewrites]

𝓚𝓲𝓭𝓼?

Pairing: Steve Harrington x pregnant!reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Summary: After everything in Hawkins is over, you, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan get together. You all agree to meet up every month, making a toast to it. You reveal that you and Steve have your first little nugget on the way

Warnings: FINALE SPOILERS!!! Pregnant reader, super duper sweet, just something I cooked up literally a few hours after watching the finale.

Also why is the banner quality so bad wth happened😭

"To nothing ever keeping us apart." Your husband of just a year holds up his beer bottle, smiling a bit as he wipes his tears with his other hand.

"Including overbearing significant others." Robin gets up, then Nancy. "School." "Mortgages" Jonathan joins in. "Or kids." You hold your cup in the middle with the rest of them, the only one out of the five of you that's not drinking anything alcoholic.

The rest of the group all clinks their glasses or cups, but everyone's eyes are darting back and forth between you and Steve. After you all take a drink, Robin is the first to speak up. "Kids?"

You look at Steve who looks almost as proud as the day you two found out you were expecting.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

The two of you are sat on the bathroom floor together of your new home. Each of you have one test in your hand, since you took two just to make sure it was right.

The two of you always talked about once everything was over, you two would run off, get married, and have kids. Hawkins was finally saved, and Steve proposed to you only a few weeks after ending the upside down. Now, the two of you have been married for almost 8 months.

You look back at Steve, noticing his shaking hand as he holds the test upside down so neither of you can see it yet. You smile a bit, turning around so that instead of you sitting between his legs with your back against his chest, you're facing him.

Steve looks so terrified, like this is the scariest moment of his life even though just a few months ago the two of you were fighting a giant spider monster thing that could've easily killed you.

"You nervous?" You ask softly, unable to hide the slight shake in your own voice.

"I'm terrified. What if my swimmers don't--" "Oh my god, never call it that again, Steve." You say with a laugh, loving the way he tries to make you less nervous even though he looks like he might pass out.

"I'm just scared it didn't take. I don't wanna-- I guess I'd just feel like I failed you. Us." He whispers, his free hand cupping your cheek.

"Steve. Even if it doesn't work this time, we're only 23. We have plenty of time." You murmur, looking into Steve's brown eyes.

"I know. I know. Let's do this." He says, sounding still nervous as hell, but at least a little more determined.

"Yeah. Ready?" He nods, and the two of you begin counting down. Once you pass one, you both flip the tests. The two pink lines stand out despite how small they are on the little test.

Steve immediately drops the stick, letting it fall to the floor so that he can wrap his arms around you. "Oh my god." He whispers, tears already forming in his eyes as he presses his face to your shoulder.

You let out a little sob of happiness, your hand that isn't desperately clutching the test like it's the most precious thing in the world gripping the back of your husband's shirt.

"Steve..." You sob, burying your face in his hair and feeling his hand tighten around you. "I know. Holy shit..." He whispers, not caring that you can feel his tears wet your shirt or his body shaking.

Steve pulls away from the hug but doesn't go far. His eyes soften as he notices you still holding the test tight. He gently takes it from your hand and carefully sets it on the counter so that he can take both of your hands in his.

"We're gonna be parents." He whispers so quietly you can barely hear him. His voice is shaky with tears, his eyes glassy and his cheeks already soaked even though it's been less than a minute since you two flipped the tests. You let out another sob and lean in to kiss him deeply.

He immediately reciprocates, then slips one of his hands out of yours to press against your belly. You let out a little laugh and pull away just barely.

"You won't feel anything yet, Steve." You say with a smile, pecking his lips. "I know. But just knowing that we've got a baby in there is enough. Don't need to feel it to know it's there." He whispers, pressing his forehead against yours.

"You're gonna be such a great dad." You whisper back, Steve's big smile causing one to grace your own face. "You're gonna be a great mom." He murmurs, pressing his lips to yours once again.

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

"Yeah. Kids." Steve says in response, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"20 weeks!" You say with a big smile, resting your head on Steve's shoulder as everyone else goes back to their chairs. "Is that what all the big clothes are about? Are you showing yet?" Nancy asks, looking so proud of the two of you.

You pull the shirt in the back so that it tightens around your belly, showing the small but still obvious bump in your stomach. Steve looks down, unable to look away.

Steve loves that damn bump so much, the everyday reminder that this is real. He's always talking to it, telling the baby inside how cool their parents are, how excited they are to meet them, or just telling them bedtime stories as if the baby can even hear anything yet.

"Woah. That's already like, halfway, right?" Robin mumbles, seemingly trying to remember how long a pregnancy lasts. Jonathan smiles over at you two, watching as Steve gently pulls you a chair to sit down. You're only 20 weeks, but he treats you like you're about to pop any minute.

"What took you guys so long to spill the beans?" Jonathan smiles, looking between you and your husband. "Just wanted to wait for the right time." Steve replies, grabbing you a bottle of water and opening it for you.

"Steve, I can open a water bottle on my own." You laugh, taking the bottle from his hand. "God forbid I take care of my pregnant wife." He says dramatically, plopping down on the roof of the squawk beside your lawn chair. "You're unbelievable." You roll your eyes, but can't help the way you look at him like he's some sort of otherworldly being.

"Does it move yet?" Robin asks, curiosity all over her face, so you and Steve nod at the same time. "Cool, cool." She mumbles, clearly hesitant about something.

"You can feel if you want to, Robin." You smile, reading her mind. "Really!? Cool! Does it feel weird?" She asks as she stands up from her chair.

"Not really. They're pretty small right now." You say as you lift your shirt up a bit for Robin to feel. Steve looks up at you with hearts in his eyes, looking so proud that he gets to be a part of this.

Robin feels a small little flutter under your skin, and a smile graces her face. "Aww... Hi, little-- Do you guys know the gender?" She asks, and you and Steve both let out a soft 'Not yet.'

"Alright then. Well, hi, little Harrington." She smiles before heading back to her seat a moment later.

"Hey, do you guys think it'll come out with a full head of perfect hair?" Jonathan laughs, making Steve roll his eyes. "Ha-ha." He says sarcastically, and you laugh.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You say while Steve glares up at you. "Don't enable him." He pouts, and you gently flick his forehead. "You're such a drama king." You respond, Steve gently squeezing your hand in return.

"Holy shit, you guys are actually gonna have a baby! Have you told the kids yet?" Nancy asks, even though 'the kids' graduated today, they'll always just be kids to you.

"No. We didn't want to take this day away from them. It's their graduation. They should be celebrating that, not a baby." Steve replies, smiling as you take your hand out of his to play with his hair and scratch at his scalp.

Everyone returns to talking amongst themselves, but Steve stays silent, unable to take his eyes off you. You look down after a moment, wanting to make sure he's feeling fine, but you're met with the most lovesick expression.

"What's the look for?" You ask with a smile, still mindlessly playing with his hair. "Just-- wow. You're so beautiful." He whispers, moving to sit between your legs with his head on your thigh, facing your belly.

He slides his hand up to rest on your protruding stomach, giving it a few gentle taps and smiling when the baby gives a tiny little kick back. "Hi, sweetheart... You're getting plenty of attention today, aren't you? Y'know, all these people here, they helped save the world with your mama and daddy." He whispers, gently rubbing your belly and giving a brief smile up at you before looking back down at it.

"And that's not even all. You still have so many people to meet. You're gonna be one popular kid. I love you." He whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss against your stomach before pulling away and looking up at you.

"Hi..." You whisper, running your fingers through Steve's neat hair. "Hey." He murmurs back and lets his eyes flutter closed at your touch.

"Are you tired? We can head home." He mumbles with a worried expression when you yawn softly. "Steve. I'm fine." You laugh gently, knowing how worried Steve can get. He's always been a worry wart about you, but it's only multiplied since you found out you were pregnant.

"Okay, okay. But just let me know the second you feel like going home, yeah?" He laces his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand softly and nod. "Alright."

Ok um hi this was so bad but I got this idea at like 11:30 and then finished this at 2:40 so give me a break. Anyways, happy new years everyone! Also I have a Stu Macher smut in the works😈 Love you all!

[rens-bi]

Aw that’s so cute 🥺

I thought it was hilarious when he said should I have said 4 instead of 6 in the show 😂 I hope Steve gets his happy ending eventually!!

[starlord-s]

mild stranger things 5 finale spoilers below

a teary laugh bursts from your lips at the sight of dustin flipping off principal higgins, proudly wearing his hellfire lives shirt.

robin and steve both notice your bittersweet expression, and with sad smiles they both take your hand and squeeze gently. you know they’re thinking of him too.

“i can’t wait to flip that bastard off, take my diploma and get the hell out of this shit town.”

you laugh against eddie’s bare chest, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade, “thank god my name comes before yours so i can at least receive my diploma before you piss him off.”

eddie smiles into your hair. his arms tighten around you, and you bury your head into the crook of his neck, taking in his warmth.

“you’re the only good thing about this town,” he tells you softly. “my only reason to stay.”

“what about your hellfire kids?”

“i’m trying to be romantic here.”

you laugh again and his smile widens.

“i mean it,” he says gently, pressing a kiss into your hair. “i just want you. nothing else.”

you move to straddle him, and his hands move down to your hips to keep you close. you lean down and press your lips against his in a soft kiss. eddie sighs into your mouth, quickly taking the lead to deepen the kiss.

eventually he flips you over so that he’s on top, and within minutes he has you a breathless mess and calling out “i love you” against his mouth.

the cheers coming from steve and robin as dustin exits the stage bring you out of your memory, and you smile as you join them in your own applause.

[rens-bi]

Don’t break my heart even more than it has been after last night 😭

[rockinsquawkin]

more 18+ headcanons for stevie boy

he'll wake you up with his mouth between your legs bc you were moaning his name in your sleep

will give you the most raunchy, drawn-out, deep dicking for your first time together

loves making you suck on his fingers, whether it be during sex or just because (and when it's the latter, it usually leads to a heavy, sloppy makeout sesh which then leads to...)

will suck on your fingers too

loves it when you softly (attempt to) wrap your hand around his neck

he's a biter (everywhere)

he's the biggest fucking tease oh my god:

if you're wearing a skirt he'll discreetly rub you through your panties to get you wet and then leave you aching (he'll make up for it later)

he'll make you take them off and he'll stash them in his pocket, no, not his jeans pocket... the breast pocket in his jacket.

casual dominance

he's handsy, esp grabbing onto your hips and pulling you back into him

will trail his hand up your back and into the hair at the nape of your neck, softly rubbing and discreetly pulling

relishes in it when you stifle a whimper or bite your bottom lip

also loves wrapping an arm around your front to keep you against him (he'll whisper in your ear about how pretty you look, how good you are for him, sometimes even whispering what he plans to do to you later)

has his hand in your the back pocket of your jeans

always opens doors for you and scolds you when you go to open the passenger door yourself

always offers his arm to you, loving how you curl your soft hand over his bicep

steve loves tits. he is a tit man. through and through.

if you have big tits, it's a bonus; regardless, he’s all over you, all. the. fucking. time. good luck escaping his mouth and hands

he’d be cuddling you and his favourite place for his face is nestled between them

holds them for comfort

loves the feeling of his cock between them

actively drools when he watches you walk because they bounce with every step

gets hard knowing what you’re hiding underneath your baggy clothes

sucks them to over sensitivity when you’re riding his dick

loves painting them with his come and massages it in after because he’s a filthy freak

his words are slurred when he begs to have his mouth on them “please baby please lemme just suck on ‘em for a few minutes” “steve someone could walk in-“ “i’ll be quick i promise baby, just wanna... mmmm, fuckin love 'em” and his hands are already pushing your top up, bralette down so he can mouth at your nipples and lick the underside of your breasts

i feel like he would fucking faint if you got nipple piercings because he’d never seen anything like it so he HAD to get his mouth on you asap

pinches them until you're whimpering and squirming in his lap

he loves thick thighs

will rest his head on your lap because your thighs are so fucking soft and he loves when you play and tug at his hair

wears them as earmuffs when he eats you out

will bite them so you behave, esp if you’re squirming against his mouth

loves how they feel caging his hips

loves how they keep his dessert warm iykyk

he’s into spanking

even casually tbh you’ll be passing him and he will slap your ass hard enough for you to squeal but then rubs it better and tuts

will spank you hard enough there’s a pink handprint on your ass for a whole day but kisses it better

when you get too cocky around eddie and robin he’ll ask to talk to you in a different room and bend you over the nearest surface, either lifting up your skirt or dragging your jeans down and going to town because you need to learn

he knows you love it so he fingers you in between then doesn’t let you finish bc he’s evil

lowkey loves risky semi-public sex

he definitely voices his love of the idea of taking you up to the roof of the squawk at night so he can hear you scream his name and absolutely no one will hear

he will fuck you in the back of the van and not give a shit if it starts rocking

chokes on his own spit when you take the lead and just start sucking him off when he’s in the drivers seat, softly threading his fingers through your hair and pushing

(loves it when you gag on him too)

will kneel in the footwell and put your legs over his shoulders to eat you out until he’s completely and utterly pussy drunk and his moans vibrate through your clit, will keep going even after the windows are steamed up and your moans can be heard through the closed doors

fucks you in the bathroom in eddie's trailer during a movie night (adults only) with his hand over your mouth and his fingers rubbing your clit

“gonna be quiet or ya gonna let them know who’s owning this pussy, hmm?"

[rens-bi]

I agree with everything said 🙂‍↕️

[stevesgother]

sorry thinking about having to sit in steve’s lap during group car rides because robin gets her license and can’t afford anything but a beater volkswagon that doesn’t fit everyone inside of it

maybe the road gets bumpy or your jostling because eddie said something that made you laugh. and steve is in literal purgatory hell because he can smell your natural scent mixing with your perfume and it’s killing him!! he’s fighting off his boner like this life depends on it :(

you keep leaning back to whisper inside jokes into his ear and the way your breath feels on his face gives him goosebumps. thank god it’s dark in the car because he’s certainly embarrassingly red by now

all his senses are honed in on you: the way your laugh sounds, the way you smell, the skin of your arm touching the skin of his and if he lets himself, he can see a bit of your cleavage over your shoulder and oh no. oh god. the dreadful boner

you can feel it almost immediately against your ass. normally, with any other guy and in any other circumstance, you might’ve been offended. but with steve, you’d almost hoped for it when you decided it was his lap you wanted to sit on tonight

the others don’t notice you shift in his lap to face him better, still not straddling but capable of looking him in the eye. he’s looking at you like you’re about to tear him a new asshole— wet, hazel eyes glaring up at you

you throw an arm lazily over his shoulder, threading a hand through his hair and he lets out a whimper so quiet that even you could barely hear it over the sound of the engine

“it’s okay, stevie,” you murmur low in his ear. he shivers

“i’m—sorry—i don’t know why—“

“hey. it’s okay.”

he nods at your reassurance, trance-like, mouth slightly agape. He breathes, “I just—don’t want you to think—“

“do you think about me like this all the time, steve?” you murmur with your head tilted inches from his face

“no! no— i—“

“do you think about what i look like underneath my clothes when you touch yourself at night?” you ask him this right into the shell of his ear, “all alone and pent up?”

“ohmygod—“ he almost moans

“we’re here!” robin announces from the front seat. the engine cuts and the cabin lights turn on and steve is snatched very suddenly from his hypnosis; his cheeks a very bright crimson

“c’mon,” you smile sweetly but squeeze his shoulder in a way that says: this isn’t over

[rens-bi]

Ummm finish this nowww please 😭😭

[layla4567]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭?

Eddie!Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: Nobody knows you were dating Eddie, not even his mates from Hellfire. But masks always come off when the curtain drops. Warnings: just fluff, kissing/PDA, Y/n use, and likely to be a bit ooc (i didn't watch the series) Word.c: 2.1k

You'd been dating Eddie Munson for a month, and nobody knew. Or at least that's what you two were trying to pretend. It wasn't because you were embarrassed to be with the "weirdo" from Hawkins, and neither of you had a problem with PDA. But it was much easier to pretend you were just friends, that way nobody would come up with the usual stupid questions.

"You're dating Eddie? THAT Eddie?!"

"Hey dude, tell me the truth, how much did you pay her?"

"Are you sure this isn't an April Fool's joke?"

You were lucky to be part of your boyfriend's friend group, so no one suspected a thing. In fact, that's how the whole relationship started. You knew Robin, who in turn knew Steve, and he knew Nancy, and her brother was friends with Dustin, and Dustin had become very close to Eddie. It all snowballed. After spending time with Eddie, he realized you didn't look at him with disdain like almost everyone else did. And you realized he was really funny and entertaining, and you didn't understand why people rejected him so much. The rest is history.

Getting back to the secrecy, things with Eddie sometimes got a little complicated. Your boyfriend had a reputation for being clingy and dramatic, and sometimes he couldn't help but get a little too close to you.

"Edds someone could see us.."

Your voice was muffled, and your eyes darted around, focusing on everything but his face. Your boyfriend stood dangerously close, chuckling and brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

"Well, let them look" He smiled proudly.

You sighed, but couldn't help smiling. Eddie had you cornered, your back against the wall of a hallway near the restrooms, but far enough away to look like just two friends chatting from a distance. The place was pretty hidden; one of the restrooms was closed, so it was unlikely anyone would come near.

"I mean it"

Your tone was reproachful, or at least that's what you wanted. But a smile spread across your lips. Eddie tilted his head and smiled innocently.

"Me too" he said, placing a thumb on your chin. "Let everyone know I have the prettiest girlfriend."

Feeling self-conscious, you bit your lip and looked down. He always managed to make you nervous by saying sweet things. You knew, though, that he wouldn't go too far with you or risk being caught if you didn't want him to. He might be a bit of a show-off, but he kept his word. His hands were now on your hips, pulling you closer. You dared to wrap your arms around his neck.

"I have band practice today. Will you come watch me play?"

"Like always" you replied, smiling

"A kiss for luck?" Now her eyes had a mischievous tinge

You wrinkled your nose playfully. "Fine, you win, whatever you want."

You pursed your lips and gave him a tender peck on the mouth, which he quickly deepened, unfairly. Eddie smiled wickedly in your lips.

"Eddie!" you gasped, scolding him between kisses

He hummed and laughed, staying close to you, completely ignoring your anger, like a mischievous child. Suddenly, you heard quick footsteps approaching down the hall. Someone was running toward you. Startled, you opened your eyes and roughly pulled your boyfriend away just in time. Dustin, oblivious to the scene, came running, panting, followed by Mike, who was yelling for him to wait.

"I've finally found you!"

Dustin exclaimed, now close to you both, taking a moment to catch his breath. Mike arrived behind him, also tired.

"I told you he'd be here" Mike said to Dustin.

"I looked for you all over the school!" Then he noticed you were there too and greeted you with a big smile "Hi to you, y/n!". Mike imitated him.

You smiled at him affectionately. You liked Dustin and his friends a lot, but there was something peculiar about that boy with the messy hair. And Eddie thought the same; that's why he'd practically adopted him as his own. Your boyfriend patted both boys on the shoulders.

"Well, I'm here now, what do you want from me, little grasshoppers?"

"We have a D&D game this afternoon! Remember?"

Eddie's smile faltered slightly, and he had to blink a few times. Shit, he'd forgotten. He was going to take you to the movies right around this time. He hadn't invited you yet, but he was going to. He quickly put on his smile and chuckled.

"Of course I remember it!"

"You forgot, didn't you?" Dustin replied, a little disappointed.

Eddie shook his head several times, seeing the disappointment in his friend's eyes. "No, no! I really do remember. I was just distracted thinking about rehearsals with my band, that's all."

Dustin smiled in relief at the answer. Mike suddenly looked around and then at you and Eddie. "So, what are you doing in the most secluded part of the school?" he asked, sounding confused and suspicious.

Eddie froze for a moment, but you were quicker in your thinking. "I was telling Eddie some gossip and didn't want anyone else to find out." Then you moved closer to the children and whispered confidentially, "It's about Nancy and Steve."

Mike frowned. "My sister?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Oh yeah, so I can't tell you." You walked away and winked at them, then looked at Eddie with a forced smile.

"And don't you tell Steve what I said, okay?" You laughed nervously and playfully punched him on the shoulder a little harder than you meant to.

Your boyfriend put his hand to his shoulder, moaning softly. But it worked because the kids stopped asking questions. Dustin then grabbed Eddie's wrist and dragged him down the hall. "Come on, you've been gone long enough. We need to practice for today's game. Bye, y/n!" Dustin and Mike shouted.

Eddie turned around for a few seconds to look at you, smiled, and winked, amused.

After Eddie left, you met up with Nancy, Steve, and Robin outside the school. Of course you didn't mention that Mike and Dustin almost saw you two together, since they didn't know you were dating him either.

Suddenly Robin asked, "Do you have any plans for this afternoon? You could come and see us at the radio station" she suggested.

You pressed your lips together, hesitant. "Uhm, I'm sorry, actually I do have plans..." you answered evasively.

"What's more important than supporting your friends at work?" Steve joked.

This time you decided to be honest: "play D&D..."

The three of them blinked at the same time, looking at you as if you'd said you wanted to invade Europe. Nancy was the first to speak.

"the game my brother and his friends play?"

You nodded as if it wasn't a big deal

"And since when do you play that game?" Steve asked, confused.

You sighed. "Well, the other day Eddie was telling me about the roles in the game, and then Lucas and Mike and the others started talking nonstop about the different strategies and blah blah blah." Then you shrugged. "I don't really know how to play yet. But I thought it was interesting."

"You've been talking about Eddie a lot lately," Steve said, narrowing his eyes.

"Yes, because he's my friend, dipshit" you teased him

The girls laughed and Steve grimaced. Before anyone could put two and two together, you said goodbye and ran off to meet your boyfriend.

Nancy whispered when you were gone, "Do you think they're secretely dating?"

Steve shrugged and frowned, unsure. "I don't know," he said. Robin, smiling amusedly, added at the same time, "Totally." Steve was taken aback by his friend's words. She looked at him, a little incredulous at his naiveté. "Really? You had to be a guy..." she snorted.

That afternoon, you decided to wait for him at the old theater where your boyfriend and his friends played D&D. In fact, it wasn't the first time you'd waited inside or outside to watch them play. They were already used to having you around when they were playing. The funny thing was that, in their innocence, they thought you were doing it because you were interested in watching them play, not because your boyfriend was there. Which, well, you were actually interested in the games, and even though it all seemed complicated, Eddie had taught you at least the basic rules several times. But, of course, with him there, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

You decided to move forward until you reached the interior where everyone was sitting in a circle. Eddie was on his throne, watching over and guiding everything like a bald eagle. Dustin had a die in his hand.

"Come on baby! Give me a D20!"

Dustin kissed his fist and then flicked his finger onto the table. Everyone, even Eddie, slowly approached, holding their breath, to see the result. When the die stopped rolling, the number appeared before them: D20.

"YES!!" Dustin jumped in his seat as the others hugged him.

Eddie smirked. "It seems that luck was on your side."

You smiled and giggled softly so as not to interrupt them. However it happened, at one point your boyfriend noticed you. When he looked up, he saw you standing there and smiled happily. "Y/N, it's so good to see you!"

The other children turned to look at you and smiled, waving. You approached slowly. "Good game, guys."

Eddie clapped his hands and then rubbed them together. "Right? Well, it's time to close the session. You're free to go, my chicks," he joked.

Dustin snorted, "Oh come on, just a little longer."

Your boyfriend shook his head so vigorously that his curls ruffled. "No, no. I have things to do," he said, glancing at you sideways.

Dustin rolled his eyes, and the others reluctantly obeyed, gathering their things and getting up from their seats. Eddie approached you, a little eager, with a goofy grin. You decided to ignore the way he was looking at you, a bit intensely, and smiled and waved to the kids. You waited until everyone had left, and only then did you decide to look at Eddie.

"Did you miss me?" You asked playfully

He grunted, laughing, as he hooked his thumbs into your jeans' belt. "You have no idea," he added mischievously, "but you did too, since you came to see me."

With your index finger you touched the tip of his nose. "Oh, how cheeky, dungeon master. And what if I missed you?"

His smile widened and a playful glint crossed his dilated pupils. "Oh then I'll have... to eat you!"

Then Eddie growled playfully and went to your neck to give you tickly kisses. You clung to his hair and threw your head back, laughing happily.

Outside, the children, oblivious to what was happening, were about to leave when Lucas stopped abruptly as his friends walked on. Noticing he wasn't following them, they turned around to watch him rummage through his backpack.

"Oh shit," he said while stirring at the bottom.

"What are you looking for?" Mike asked.

"My notebook and pen, I must have forgotten them on the table. I'll go get them"

"Wait, we'll go with you!" Dustin shouted as Lucas trotted back to the theater

When everyone arrived at the entrance and were about to go in, they suddenly saw the two of you standing very close to each other. They quickly decided to hide behind the curtain and spy. You were watching him, laughing, as he told you something they couldn't quite make out. What they did notice was Eddie hooking his thumbs into your belt.

"Ok that's weird" Dustin whispered

"And close" Lucas added

Then they saw you brush a strand of his hair aside and stroke his cheek. He seemed to tilt his head and melt at your touch. The children frowned.

"Uhh she's just being nice... I've seen girls do that too..." Mike opined, not entirely sure.

"Yeah, but Eddie isn't a girl." Dustin looked at him as if he'd just said the dumbest thing ever.

They were still debating whether you two were dating or not when you suddenly did something that left no room for doubt. You put your hands in your boyfriend's back pockets, leaned closer, tilting your head back slightly, and pressed your lips to his as if glued on, in a long kiss. Eddie smiled softly against your lips and cupped your face in his hands. Each boy had a different reaction. Lucas was stunned, Mike looked somewhere between disgusted and surprised, and Dustin was confused and embarrassed, wondering why on earth he was eavesdropping on such an intimate moment.

The three of them slowly and carefully moved away and walked off without making a sound. They were in shock and didn't know what to say.

"Ok I didn't expect that..." Dustin finally broke the silence

After several long seconds in which no one said anything, Mike looked at Lucas. "Do you urgently need that notebook and pen?" He asked, a little awkwardly.

"Nah, I'll pick it then tomorrow.." he answered without hesitation

[itsfckingbats]

Yeah my tarot cards are telling me that yep that fictional man is in love with you… uh huh… he thinks you’re exceptionally beautiful and charming… oh and look here he wants to kiss you sooo bad

[majestyeverlasting]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

pairing steve harrington x female reader [established relationship]

summary After a late-night conversation makes you contemplate the rest of your lives, you and Steve hit the road to escape your small town for a while [pregnancy scare, fluff, suggestive themes, wc 2.7k].

a/n first time writing for steve, and i figured a road trip fic was a good place to start. i'll forever enjoy writing couples who love and are present for each other. plus, a good motel scene never gets old. happy reading!

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Beyond the window, the stars are a distant wonder where they shine in the night sky. So innumerable that anyone could get lost among them. Part of you wonders how travelers ever used them to find their way. You’re grateful all you’ve ever had to do is admire them from afar. 

The bedsheets rustle as Steve shifts beside you. You can tell by his breaths that he’s awake too. When you extend your hand, it doesn’t take long to reach the warmth of his bare skin. With his back turned to you, he’s left to imagine how your face looks in what little light spills into the bedroom. 

“Stars are out,” you murmur. 

If the lights were on, the freckles peppered across his back would contest for your attention. 

Your hand drifts from his side, around to the front of his stomach so that you hug him from behind. Your fingertips brush a featherlight trail across his tummy. Raised, webby scar tissue distinguishes itself from the smoother stretches of skin. Steve squirms and huffs a breath of laughter when you grace a sensitive spot along his waistline. 

“Sorry.” You press a light kiss between his shoulder blades. “I love you.”

“Love you,” he rasps. “You okay?” 

“Just thinking.”

He’s quiet for a while. “Well, don’t leave me hangin’.”

Steve hears the nerves woven into your quiet laugh, and rolls over to face you in hopes of chasing them away. A gentle hand settles on your hip, his thumb stroking back and forth. Even then, the words don’t come right away. It’d be easier if you didn’t care, but caring is all you’ve done from the moment you realized he was more than just a friend. 

He runs a blind knuckle across your cheek. “Talk to me, pretty.” 

“It’s nothing.” 

Steve encourages you closer, an invitation you’ve never declined a day in your life. There’s not an ounce of shame in your body as you tuck your nose into his collarbones. He smells faintly of citrus as you breathe him in, skin warm like the summer you met him. He kisses your head once, twice, three times, then settles into the stillness. The air of the apartment still smells new. Boxes sit in the living room and kitchen. 

“It’d be nice to get away,” you murmur after a while. 

“Where?” 

“Anywhere.” You think some more. “Drive with the windows down and leave Hawkins behind.” 

Steve pictures himself behind the wheel with you riding shotgun, going nowhere yet everywhere; pit stops at scenic overviews, today’s hits on the radio, nothing but the open road through the windshield and rearview. 

“There’s so much more out there, you know?” 

Your wistfulness makes Steve’s touch still. “Are you not happy here anymore?” Curiosity flirts with concern, though his voice remains measured. "Gonna have to help me out here."

“You make me happy.” 

Steve smiles, but it’s a little sad.

“I just worry if we start building our lives here, we’re never gonna leave.” You pause to shakily exhale. “And I can’t decide if that’s a good thing.” 

In the wake of his silence, you speak up again, “Sorry for dumping this on you late at night.” 

He squeezes your waist. “I asked.” 

You smooth a hand down his chest as a deeper sense of guilt takes root in yours. Steve grasps your hand to still your movements, too intuitive for his own good. 

“Is there something else?” he coaxes. 

You shake your head despite the tenderness of his voice. 

“You don't gotta carry everything on your own.” 

So you let it go. “I took a pregnancy test earlier.” 

On the outside, he’s the picture of steadiness as he turns on the bedside lamp and props up on his forearm. His eyes are a bit red from tiredness as he squints in the light. You have his full attention. A weak undercurrent of hope rides in his gaze. 

“I took two, actually.” 

His big eyes flick over your features. “I noticed you were late,” he says. “Thought it might be stress.” 

“That probably is why,” you say. “Both tests came back negative.” 

A flood of emotions wash over him, but they’re so intermingled that you can’t pinpoint which shines through the strongest. 

“But for a second I let myself think what if,” you murmur. “What if they were positive and our lives were about to change forever?” 

Moments ago, Steve had too. He swallows the lump in his throat, a muddled ball of disappointment and relief. 

“So many questions played on a loop in my head.” You study his unwavering gaze. “Would we want to raise a child here? Are we even ready?” Steve wipes the lone tear that rolls down your cheek. “Despite everything, I wanted it anyway.” 

He grasps for levity before anything else. “We were raised in Hawkins and turned out pretty alright.” 

You can see his smile this time around, loving and contemplative. All you can think about is how gently he’d shoulder fatherhood. A life with him anywhere would bend in your favor and be worthwhile in the end. 

“Guess so,” you chuckle wetly. 

He cups your cheek. “Whatever happens, we’ll make it good.” 

You always did. 

Maybe a change in scenery is all you needed. 

••• 

Dave’s Diner is one of the few breakfast spots left in town. Two weeks later, you watch bare trees and evergreens alike pass by your window on the way there. Dry leaves fill yards and curbsides. Main Street is a shell slowly finding its way again; vacant storefronts are tucked among vibrant ones. Steve clicks his tongue upon pulling into the parking lot. The place is packed. Multiple heads float around inside, men stand out in the cold chatting and sipping on take-out coffees. 

Inside, you’re met with a warmth that’s a welcome refuge from fall’s relentless chill. Despite the bustle, it doesn’t take long for your food to come out after you order. 

Steve knocks a playful knee against yours when you reach across the table to steal one of his tater tots. Your sweet smile softens his gaze.

“You can have the rest if you want.” 

You decline and look out the window. Outside, a cherry red pickup truck pulls out of a parking space. Steve follows your gaze to the license tag before he turns back to you. New York, the Empire State. A happy coincidence.

Sunlight bathes his features. Hair falls onto his forehead, his eyes look like honey in the light. Other diners continue to chatter, their silverware clinking against plates while the scent of bacon grease hangs in the air. He ushers a forkful of omelet into his mouth and washes it down with a sip of orange juice. 

Steve smiles when you smile. You love him so much eight letters will never be enough. 

Later, at the convenience store, Steve trails behind you with an armful of snacks for the road. Fluorescent lights, pop music, and a myriad of colors make for a lively atmosphere, but there’s still a slow, Hawkins sort of ease as you navigate down an aisle filled with trail mix variations. The bells above the front door ring as another customer files inside and greets the cashier with a booming hello. 

“You like dried fruit, right?” you ask. “I always forget.” 

“They’re the least fun snack, but sure.” 

“We can’t eat junk the whole way to New York.” 

Steve sighs in feigned dejection, then steals a kiss from the apple of your cheek.  

•••

All is quiet when you awaken. No engine, tires against asphalt, or wind whistling through the windows. It takes a few blinks before you realize that a once blue sky now bleeds into pink and orange near the horizon. When you lift your seat upright, you see the sunset reflected in the water of the lake not too far away. You look at Steve, but he’s already looking at you. Warmth rushes to your cheeks when he holds up a Polaroid picture of you asleep. 

“Did you get all that too?” you motion out the windshield and Steve laughs.  

“Wasn’t necessarily a priority.” 

You bite back a smile as you push your feet back into your Keds. “Where are we?” 

“Just shy of Washington, Pennsylvania,” he says. “We’ll get a room for the night after dinner.” 

“I’m an awful co-pilot.” You yawn, rubbing your eyes. 

Steve wrinkles his nose. “You kidding me?” 

The two of you get out of his Beamer to walk towards the shore of the lake. The gentle lap of the water is so serene that neither of you want to break the silence. Steve moves so he can wrap his arms around you from behind, hooking his chin over your shoulder. His hair tickles the side of your face. After a few seconds, he begins to sway side to side. You place your hands over his and trace his knuckles. 

Leaves rustle above as a breeze combs through the trees. There’s a freshness to the air, though it very well could be a fashioning of your imagination. Away from Hawkins, everything feels exciting, and new. Like you and Steve were free to be whoever you wanted to be.

“Are we dancing?” you murmur, a hint of a smile in your voice. 

“Mhmm.” 

“What song?” 

“You don’t hear the music?” 

A laugh bubbles out of you, but it dwindles into a thoughtful hum. His arms tighten around you a fraction as he continues to sway. Your eyes slip closed. You can hear the music now. 

•••

The night feels younger than the red numbers on the clock insist it is. The motel walls are so thin you’ve surely awakened whatever neighbors you might have. There hadn’t been many cars in the parking lot. The neon colors of the motel sign had reflected in the puddles on the asphalt. It began to rain several minutes before you exited off the highway. Perhaps you were virtually alone.  

Steve can’t remember the last time his sides ached from laughing so hard. The original remark you’d made about the crappy TV got lost in translation five minutes ago, the conversation spiraling into whatever silly things came to your minds. Which turned into light jabs at each other. Which turned into recounting funny memories from back home. 

Your place at the sink gives you a perfect view of where Steve is stretched out on the bed shirtless.  

“Come brush your teeth with me,” you say, shaking your head fondly. Steve takes a few steadying breaths as he stares up at the popcorn ceiling.

He eventually joins you at the sink. He makes the mistake of meeting your gaze in the mirror. The glint of amusement still alive in your eyes makes him chuckle around his toothbrush. Despite closing his lips, toothpaste drips from his mouth and onto his hairy chest. All he can think about as you grab a neatly rolled hand towel and dab it away for him is that he used to be cooler. Leagues cooler. But he’d rather have this any night. 

Steve kisses you once you’ve crawled into bed. You’re not expecting it, but you don’t complain when he pulls you over to straddle him where he lays, guiding your face down to his lips. His hands move to your waist, beneath the hem of your shirt, so he can knead your skin. Your body feels full of helium, like you would drift towards the moon if he were to let you go. His lips are reverent and warm. 

When you pull away, he lets you instead of pulling back closer. You interlock your fingers and hold your joint hands in front of you as you study the man beneath you. Steve watches you watch him, eyes like dark pools. You lean forward and gently pin his hands to either side of his head. He lets you do that too. When he smiles, it’s a small upturn of his lips that leans towards curiosity. 

“Promise me something?” Steve waits for you to continue. “We’ll be best friends for the rest of our lives.” 

“Of course,” Steve breathes like it’s obvious. “That’s why I put a ring on your finger.” 

You can’t help a small smile.  “Wanna hear you say it though.” 

“I promise,” he assures. “I want everything with you.” You let go of his hands and he places them on your thighs.

You kiss him again, starting at his lips before making a pillowy descent to the freckles on his throat. He swallows as you move lower, heat blooming in his cheeks and melting after you. Steve peeks down at the same time you look up at him, lips hovering at his stomach. 

“It’s late.” Rather than to discourage or dissuade, he says it to let you know he’d be okay if you wanted to sleep. However, he can feel that the air has shifted in favor of the charge of want between you. 

“Are you tired?” 

“Not exactly.” A sparkle dances in his eyes. 

“You’re such a boy.” You press a sweet kiss beneath his navel. “What am I gonna do with you?” 

A lopsided grin stretches across his face as he shrugs. Both of you laugh again, softer this time. He watches through hooded eyelids as you tuck your fingers beneath the waistband of his pajama pants to pull them down. 

••• 

Pale sunlight. The gentle weight of Steve’s arm draped around your waist overtop of the sheets. When your eyes flutter open he’s already looking at you. The smile that starts across his face makes your chest feel so fluttery that you tuck your nose into your pillow to hide. 

“Where’d you go?” His voice is raspy and warm with sleep. “Oh. There she is.”

You extend your hand to cover his mouth, but he grasps your wrist to press kisses to your palm, then down the rest of your arm as you giggle drowsily in your attempt to pull away. The sheets have dipped to reveal the top of your bare chest, and he swears you’ve never looked prettier. At some point later today, he’ll think the same thing. Then again tomorrow, and the next day, and the next. There are no endings to the admiration of you.

“How much longer till New York?”

“Five hours,” he says. “Easy peasy.”

“Five more hours in a car with you?”

“Right?” Steve plays along. “I’m just the worst.” 

His hand slips beneath the sheets to find your bare skin. You shiver as his thumb graces along the underside of your breast, gaze softening.

“You’re not the worst,” you murmur, reaching out to brush your finger over a freckle on his cheek, thinking back over the past few weeks. “I don’t know why I was ever so afraid.”

“It’s not like we’re human or anything.”

You comb some hair off his forehead. “You’re something else entirely.” 

Kind, funny, and sincere in a way you’ve never known anyone else to be. You’d entered each other’s lives the summer of eighty-five when he worked at Scoops Ahoy and scooped you the wrong flavor. He’d been too busy staring the movement of your glossy lips to hear the words leaving them.

Your friends got a good laugh out of it, but you smiled and accepted the cone anyways. There was never any harm in trying something new. You went back for more a couple days later, and felt like the luckiest girl in the world when he asked for your number. He called you that evening when he got off work, still dressed like a sailor. 

“What am I then?” he humors you. 

You purse your lips to keep from smiling. “Haven’t put my finger on it quite yet.” 

Steve snorts, amused and flattered all the same. “Let me know when you find out.” 

If that day should ever come. 

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[rens-bi]

Ahh domestic Steve 😩. Loved this and how in love with each other they are.

[kill3ill]

steve’s plaything (18+)

you and steve have an unspoken agreement where you must have your hands on each other 24/7. you could be in bed with his shirt on and no undergarments, (he forbids them in the house) and his hand will be under your shirt, cupping your chest. he doesn't even bother looking at what he's doing or where his hands are going because he's half asleep and this is a regular between the two of you.

his hand palms you slow and thoughtless as if it's second nature. thumb brushing over your nipple until it stiffens. "y'cold or somethin’?" he mutters, to which you nod, moaning as he continues fondling you with his palm while his thumb traces wide circles on your puffy bud.

"come closer then, ill warm ya," he says, turning you onto your side and dragging you flush against his front, sliding both big hands up your shirt to cup your mounds, kneading them softly. letting out a pleased hum, you tip your head back against his chest. "mmh, better,"

he grins and kisses your forehead. groping you allows him to fall asleep quick.

another time he'll be watching tv with you sideways across his lap, shirt rucked up and held between your teeth while he stuffs his hand in your shorts to bury two thick fingers inside you up to the knuckle. squirming and moaning, you whine, "w-wait, steve! mnh- c-can you warn me next time?"

to which he responds, "oh please. like you don't put your little hands on my dick whenever you want. now sit still." lazily. his fingers pump slow and steady, dragging against that tender spot inside until you’re biting your lip and tipping your head back in ecstasy.

steve's thumb nudges lazily against your clit, pinching faintly just to hear your squeals some more. it gets him off, how sensitive and easy to push you are. his thumb continues flicking and pressing down on the bundle while his fingers curl against a particularly squishy and sensitive spot inside you.

your thighs twitch as he keeps you stuffed with his thick digits. the tv hums in the background, nothing compared to the wet sounds coming from between your legs as he fingers you. "that's a good girl, sweetheart. take it for me."

you always return the favor though. when he least expects it, busy with something that requires his phone in hand and a bunch of papers scattered on the table, you'll slide off your chair beside him to slip under the table discreetly. he doesn't notice until you tug his sweats down over his hips. "mm. what're ya doin' down there?" he asks dryly even though he knows exactly what you have planned for him.

his thighs spread for you without question, and eagerly, you start kitten licking at his tip until it twitches, the teasing swipes of your tongue already riling up his fat cock. when you take him deeper and he feels your throat stretch around him, he groans loudly, leaning back to look into your eyes as you blow him.

you go slowly on purpose, letting him feel every drag of your lips hugging tight around his length, and the pulse of your throat whenever you try to take him deeper. his cock throbs against your tongue, thick veins pressing to the wet heat of your mouth as you swirl your tongue around the head on the way back up, collecting the bead of precum and dragging it down his shaft. "ah- yeah baby, just like that." he sucks in a breath, exhaling heaving each time you bury your mouth to the base.

saliva starts slipping down your chin, sticky strands connecting to steve's cock when you pull back to breathe. his hips shift forward a fraction, enough to press further into you while you bob your head to suck him in. the mess only makes him twitch harder in your mouth, precum spilling more freely for you to swallow down. gulping that only prepares your throat to accommodate both him and his load when it comes soon after.

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[rens-bi]

Yes, yes please. Where is my Steve? 😂

[iwasalamb]

big dick steve harrington who

is so gentle and slow when you first fuck. you’re not like his previous hook ups, fast, short, unimportant. you’re something special, even at his age, even when he knows nothing about anything, steve harrington knows you’re special. he works you, gentle, his tongue making you see heaven more than once before even thinking about fucking you with his cock.

he’s been rutting into the mattress, because yeah, he doesn’t wanna hurt you, but he does wanna fuck you. every-time you moan his name in that way that only you ever have been able to, he needs you.

so he’s slow at first, taking his time to bottom inside of you. to groan and tell you just how damn good you are. but then, once he’s finally in? he’s enjoying himself. this is all this man has ever wanted. his girl, fitting him perfectly. and he’s going to fucking love every single moment of it.

[ringw1n9]

• IT FINALLY HITS.. •

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: You liked Steve Harrington long before you admitted it to yourself. Long before the ice cream shop, kids with mind reading powers, the upside down thing. Then, under truth serum, Steve confesses to the wrong person, and Robin realizes the truth before he does. She sees who he looks for when he’s scared, who he worries about when he’s hurt, and who’s been flirting with him all summer. Suddenly, everything clicks.

Themes and warnings: fluff!!, steve being oblivious and an idiot, probably cringy flirting (from you), tiny jealousy, use of y/n, i think its more Steve’s pov, kissy kissy

Notes: heyyy, finally made another one-shot thing again.. i feel like this is a little cringy so read it with your own risk. But hope you like it!!

Words: 1.2k

Steve Harrington had officially decided that Scoops Ahoy was punishment for crimes he didn’t remember committing.

The sailor uniform was itchy, the hat sat wrong no matter how many times he adjusted it, and the mall never stopped buzzing. He leaned against the counter, watching you struggle with a kid who couldn’t decide between chocolate and vanilla, biting back a smile.

“You know,” you said sweetly to the kid, “life is all about commitment.” after the kid left, Steve snorted. “Says the person who orders three different flavors every shift.”

You shot him a look. “Excuse you. That’s called balance.”

You’d been friends before Scoops Ahoy, back when Nancy had dragged you into the mess that was the Upside Down. Near death experiences had a way of fast-tracking friendships, and somehow Steve had stuck. He always did.

Lately, though, things felt… different.

You noticed it every time he laughed too loud with Robin, every time they leaned close behind the counter, whispering jokes you weren’t part of. You told yourself it was stupid. Robin was cool. Robin was smart. Robin was very clearly important to him.

Still, it stung. So you took the risk, flirting. Quietly. Just enough to see if he’d notice.

“Careful, Harrington,” you said one afternoon, leaning over the counter to grab napkins, brushing past Steve who was fixing his uniform. “If you keep looking that good, I might start charging you rent for taking up space in my head.”

Steve blinked. “Uh—what?”

You smiled innocently. “Nothing.”

Robin, wiping down the register, froze. Then slowly turned to stare at Steve, groaning at his clueless expression.

The flirting escalated after that. You complimented his hands when he scooped ice cream.

Teased him about how customers flirted with him, leaned just a little too close when you talked. Sometimes you caught him staring— but the moment you met his eyes, he looked away, confusing you.

For someone with a reputation for flirting, missing yours entirely felt almost impressive. Either you were terrible at it, or Steve Harrington was just painfully clueless sometimes.

One night, after closing, you sighed dramatically while stacking cones. “You know, if I had a dollar for every time someone thought you and Robin were dating, I could quit this job.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, that’d be co—” He hesitated. “Weird, right?”

You raised an eyebrow at his expression. “Would it?”

He paused. “I mean.. not weird. Just—no. She’s my um- friend.”

The answer should’ve made you feel better. It didn’t. His tone didn't convince you.

Then came the Russians.

The elevator. The underground base. The chair.

Steve barely remembered the pain. Just flashes of dizziness, Robin’s voice slurring, you scoffing everytime the russians speak, you leaving Robin and Steve alone, world tilting sideways as the truth serum seeped in. His thoughts blurred, loosened, spilled out before he could stop them.

The bathroom floor is cold and sticky and absolutely not the place Steve Harrington planned on having an emotional breakthrough with Robin. He had confessed about his feelings to Robin and is immediately turned down by Robin expressing her true self, to which he felt like a total duchbag now.

Silence stretched between them for a moment after they're emotianal opening up, then she finally looked at him.

“why did you think you liked me that much anyway?" she asked softly, "Like— the whole reason,”

Steve sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the stall. “You’re smart. And funny. And you don’t look at me like I’m supposed to be someone else,” he said quietly. “We hang out all the time. You get me. You laugh at my stupid jokes. You make things less… awful.”

He swallowed.

“This summer’s been a mess, but every time I think about the good parts, you’re there.” A pause. “But now I realize… I wasn’t the good part for you.”

Robin’s expression doesn’t change, but something careful settles into her eyes.

“Steve,” she says gently, “do you really sure I'm the one you've been thinking about?”

Steve scoffed and looked at Robin, "Of course i am"

She nods slowly. “Okay. Now listen to me.” she leaned forward so she can look to his eyes seriously.

“I care about you,” she says. “A lot. But I don’t think what you’re feeling is about me— or for me.” His brow furrows, confused. “It’s not?”

“No,” she says softly. “I think you’re telling the truth, just… not the full truth.” She shifts closer, grounding him. “When you imagine this.. girl you like, what do you feel?”

Steve opens his mouth, then stops, processing the question again.

“Do you feel safe?” Robin asks. “Or do you feel nervous? Like your chest is too full and your brain short-circuits?”

His heart stutters, suddenly having the puzzles slowly gathered. Opening his mouth and closing it immediately. “Okay,” Robin continues, voice steady, “now picture her. What does she do?”

Steve’s thoughts betray him immediately. His brain knew what he's going to imagine.

You leaning across the Scoops counter.

Your stupid little comments.

The way you smile like you’re letting him in on a secret.

His breath catches.

“The girl is not you,” he whispers. Robin smiles, sad but kind. “Nope.”

“It's—” He exhales sharply. “It's Y/N.”

“Yeah,” she says. “Finally solved it huh, Harrington”

Steve rubs his face with both hands and then runs his hands through his hair. “Oh my god.”

“You didn’t like me,” Robin says gently. “You liked the idea of me. I’m safe. I don’t scare you.”

“But she does,” Steve says, half laughing, half panicking, it makes sense now.

“I think she makes my brain shut off.” Steve breaths out, making Robin grin. “Congratulations. You have a real crush.”

“Do you think she likes me?” he asks quietly. Robin stares at him. “She’s been flirting with you for weeks you dingus”

“She has?”

“She compliments your hands.”

"..Oh.”

“She leans into you.”

“Oh.”

“You are unbelievable"

Steve groans, dropping his head back against the stall. “Fuck, I am such an idiot.”

“You sure are,” Robin agrees. “But a lovable one.”

He turned to her, eyes warm with gratitude. “Thank you. For not letting me be stupid forever.”

She bumps his feet with hers. “Anytime. That’s what friends are for.”

When Steve finally saw you again after the chaos, after the explosions, after almost losing everyone. It hit him how close he’d come to never telling you.

You were sitting on the steps outside the mall, arms wrapped around yourself, staring at nothing. When you noticed him, your expression softened, relief flashing across your face before you could hide it.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “You okay?”

Steve didn’t answer right away. He just sat beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed.

“I’m an idiot,” he said finally, after moments of silance.

You huffed a small laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “Tell me something new”

He smiled weakly, then turned serious. “I didn’t realize. About you. I thought— I thought I liked Robin. But I don’t. I never did.”

You turned toward him, breath caught. “Steve…”, you let out.

“I like you,” he said, voice steady now. “I think I always have. I was just too scared to see it." He pauses and looked down, "And i thought you didn't like me that way"

You looked at him for a long moment. Then, softly, “You really didn’t notice?”

He shook his head. “But I do now. And if it’s too late, I’ll understand. I just—couldn’t not say it.”

You leaned closer slightly, placing a hand over his. “It’s not too late.” His heart stuttered. “Yeah?”

You smiled. “Yeah. Took you long enough, sailor boy.”

Steve laughed, breathless, pulling you into a warm, careful hug. When he pulled back, he kissed you, and you of course kissed back—unrushed, certain.

It felt right.

From somewhere behind you, Robin gagged loudly. “I survived Russian torture for this?”

Steve didn’t even care.

You didn't either.

For once, Steve knew exactly what he wanted. And you finally got what you wanted, too.

[rens-bi]

Wifey Megan Skiendiel has become my ult bias.. so my pfp has changed from Channie to her. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[burgundysnow]

Word count: 1.1k Sex with Eddie but he makes you cum like three times really hard and you’re like “damn… can I have a minute please?” But end up falling asleep. 

“Ed’s…oh my—”

Your body is hot. On fire even. Head thrown back against Eddie’s shoulder while there’s a vibrator between your legs. He’s pressing small everlasting kisses to your bare shoulder while he brings you to your third orgasm so far. 

“Yeah?” He whispers against your skin in that rough voice of his. “Are you close…?” 

“Uh huh—”

With every consistent wave of vibrations running through your clit, you feel your orgasm approaching like a rope being tugged on. Thighs instinctively trying to tighten, but Eddie’s bare legs are in the way stopping you from clenching around the toy. 

Your hips buckle and Eddie fumbles to keep the vibrator right on your clit, pressing down harder until that coil in your stomach is swooping in and crashing down on your fucked out brain. 

“Fuck! Fuck Eddie. Shit.” 

It’s like a pleasuring electronic wave with every spike that rolls over you. Hardly able to feel between your legs anymore as you ride out the last of the orgasm, your hands come down onto Eddie’s. Just as hot and sweaty as yours and no doubt buzzy from holding the vibrator there for so long. 

“Okay— ok, please. Yellow.” 

Eddie pulls the wand away and you only have to listen to the awful buzzes for a little bit until he turns it off. He drops his hold on your legs and they immediately come together. 

Exhaustion creeps over you for a moment as you catch your breath, eyes falling shut as reality comes back quicker than you would have liked. 

You can feel Eddie’s hard heated cock straining against his boxers behind your back. But as you sink lower into him, you don’t know if you have the strength to fuck when all your limbs feel like jelly. 

“Eddie I…” 

“Yeah..?” 

You feel him moving from his spot behind you to the front. His big brown eyes are on you as hair frames around his face. His pupils silently asking you that question that lingers inside of him. “Good?”

“S’good.” There’s what can only be described as butterflies in your stomach when he presses a soft kiss to your hip, stomach literally jumping with every small touch he makes. Your knee ends up touching his side making more heat blossom between the two of you. 

“So— so good that I think I need a minute.” You say the words fast. In hopes that this prolonging thought of when he can get his rocks off too will be answered. 

“Just a minute?” He presses another soft kiss to that flat space right between your breasts and makes all your hair stand up with tingles. 

You’re thankful that his face doesn’t change even the tiniest bit when you ask. No hesitation before a sigh. Because Eddie is still just a boy, and as far as you’re concerned— all boys just want some pussy. But Eddie doesn’t seem to mind the wait, in fact he asked if you needed more. 

“Maybe two?” 

Eddie nods before he’s bitting at the flesh right under your breast that makes you squeal. Your hands flying into his brown curls to push his head away. 

“Okay— two minutes. I’ll get you some water, alright?” 

He’s pulling off you but his hands linger. Like you’re the treasure he’s been looking forward to finding for ages and now he’s finally got it, but he has to let go. 

When he leaves— it feels like the room gets colder. So you huddled under the pushed away and forgotten blankets— which to your surprise are so warm, and they smell like Ariel laundry detergent. There’s that smell of Eddie too, the funky smell of boy that mixes far too well with spicy cedar cologne. Soon, you’re more tired than you realize and swearing you’ll just close your eyes for a moment— you end up falling into a deep sleep. 

It was completely by accident. But strenuous activity like three mind numbing orgasms really brings you to the brink of sleep. You wake up not long after. Feeling the slightest bit better, but then the aching between your legs makes you feel incredibly guilty. Leaving Eddie all high and dry like that.

It’s worse when Eddie’s warm body is right next to yours, now in his stupid Black Sabbath t-shirt too. Boner affectively killed while he reads whatever book he has in his hands. 

He looks at you as soon as you sit up. You try and keep the covers from falling down your chest, but it’s no use. 

“Eddie…” You start, and it’s annoying how he only smugly smiles. 

“Good nap?” 

“How long was I asleep…?” 

“Just over fifteen minutes. You know if you didn’t want to sleep with me you could have just told me.” 

His words make you whine. Throwing your head back into the pillows filled with self pity. 

“Why didn’t you wake me!” You sound deflated. Bottom lip sticking out in a big pout. 

“Uh— I don’t know, maybe because I’m an amazing boyfriend letting my girlfriend sleep?”

“I’m sorry…” 

“Uh huh…” He sounds unamused. 

“I’m sorry!” You try and sound more sincere because you really don’t want him to think you’re giving him blue balls. Especially after he just gave you three of your own amazing orgasms. You should definitely return the favor for at least one. 

“Hey—” Eddie puts his book up now on the night stand, right next to a glass of water. His hand is touching your arm and sliding it down to your hand under the blankets. He’s more cold than you, so the touch is a pleasant surprise. “I’m just fucking with you. I don’t care.” 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered one last time for good measure, and Eddie clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. He really doesn’t care, or he’s really good at acting like he doesn’t care. Either way, his nonchalant behavior is annoyingly sexy. 

“Can I please return the favor now…?” 

“I dunno. You might fall asleep while fucking in missionary.” 

 “You ass.” You try and pinch his leg but he grabs your hand before you can. 

“Okay— I’m done teasing. You don’t have to. We can snuggle up and watch Star Trek instead.” 

He tries to get under the covers with you, but catches sight of your naked body underneath. He has to clear his throat before continuing. “After. You put some clothes on.” 

And while that doesn’t sound like a bad idea, you can see his pervious boner sprouting in his boxers. And while your lower half still feels worn, you always have a mouth. 

“Eddie please. I want too.” 

It’s hard for Eddie to hold back that sigh when you touch his cock through his boxers. Head hitting against the headboard when you press that same kiss to his stomach that he did to you earlier. 

“Well— I mean if you really want to. Im not gonna stop you.” 

[rens-bi]

Sweet Eddie is my favorite 😫

[rainyecliptic]

Mr. Whatsit/Henry Creel Domestic Life Headcannons - SFW/NSFW - GN reader

●Henry is an early riser. He is always the first one out of bed in the morning out of the both of you. After waking up, the smell of a robust blend of freshly brewed coffee would be so thick that you could practically taste it. He'd be sitting at the kitchen table, reading this morning's newspaper with a steaming mug of black coffee. No cream, no milk, no sugar. Plain black. He'd be half dressed, hair still messy, all put together with a 5 o'clock shadow.

●His hands are ALWAYS cold. Day or night, relaxed or in motion, his hands would constantly stay cold. And he would always make it a point to touch any exposed skin he could when your guard was completely down. You'd be cleaning up after dinner, the sleeves to your shirt rolled up and wrist deep in dishwater. Suddenly, you'd feel the familiar cold hands under your shirt right on your bare skin. He'd chuckle at your gasp. "You're so warm, love."

●Henry would love to take you out for a night on the town every chance he got. He wasn't one for attention from strangers, but there was an immense feeling of pride and cockiness when he had you, the absolute love of his life wrapped around his right arm while the two of you passed others around you on the sidewalk. He held his head high with deep pride, he never cared what others thought about the two of you either.

●Henry knows how to waltz and very well, too. One evening, after he came home early from work while in his study, Henry was flipping through records to put on for just sound in the background. When his fingers skimmed across the Etta James album he had tucked all the way in the back, a grin would paint his features. After he'd put it in the gramophone, he'd call you down to dance with him for a spell.

●Henry absolutely loves and craves sleepy morning sex. He already had to fall asleep spooning you, so in the morning, when your ass would be pushed up right against his morning wood, he'd bite his lip and slowly, sensually, let his long fingers glide from your exposed midriff to the back of your knee. His lips would be right behind your ear, already taking in shallow breaths with each grind of his hips.

●Henry loved making you climax more than once. Rather it be with his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. His favorite in particular would be how your body would curl and tense up right before you hit climax. He loved watching you fall apart right under him, all because of him.

●Henry definitely is the one to talk you through it. He'd have to keep his chilly hands glued right to the arch of your back. Nothing could possibly make him unravel faster. You, desperately crying his name with each deep, raw thrust. He'd continue to fuck you through it, just so he could watch how your body convulsed with intense waves of overstimulation.

●Henry is very insistent and religious when it comes to aftercare. He's giving the whole nine yards. A warm blanket, water, holding you close, speaking low and faint to bring you back down to earth with him. He'd even fluff your pillows to make you all the more comfortable. Henry was always willing to go above and beyond the extra mile to keep you safe and cared for.

[rens-bi]

Me also with freezing cold hands 🧍🏻‍♀️

[murdockpet]

not sure how vecna having a human form is going to be explained, nor why he decided to dress like a cunty librarian, but I'm not complaining. I need to be in a problematic student x teacher relationship with him STAT

[rens-bi]

I fear I’m in the same boat 😔