Prompt #10 - Waterbed | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Sex | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Established Relationship, Banter, Eddie Gets a Secondhand Waterbed, Steve is Less Than Thrilled
"I don't know," Steve says, standing in the hallway, holding up the middle of the garden hose, as Eddie drags it through the house, thanks to their propped open back door.
"C'mon, live a little, Harrington," Eddie says, forging ahead, "It was a steal."
Steve snorts, like he isn't sure this thing was worth anything. Let alone what Eddie paid.
He couldn't be more wrong. This is luxury. This is how rich people live.
At least Eddie thinks so.
"Do the rich all have waterbeds?"
"Absolutely not," Steve says. "My mother would find this the height of tacky."
"Well, then. We better get two."
Steve chuckles, and Eddie knows he's got him.
Now that Steve is begrudgingly on board, this should go much smoother.
They own a waterbed now.
"It's freezing," Steve says, disgruntled. Wiggling on the newly filled mattress, making Eddie jiggle on the other side of the bed as he rides the wave of Steve's movements. "It's like it's leeching all my body heat."
"There's a heater underneath! Give it a chance to work!"
"Uh, yeah," Steve says, sounding unconvinced.
"In the meantime let's get this baby rocking!" Eddie shouts, giving it a hard smack. "Let's put some motion in the ocean."
"I'm having second thoughts," Steve says.
"About the waterbed?" Eddie asks, feeling a little crestfallen.
"About you," Steve retorts dryly, and Eddie cackles.
He knows better.
"C'mon. Blowing off some of this steam will do you good.
"I'm not laying my back on that cold ass plastic."
Eddie rolls his eyes.
"I'll bottom, c'mon," Eddie says. Tucking his knees upwards.
"Oh, great, so I have to find leverage against this thing to do all the work? I get to drive my knees into the bottom frame? Sounds fun."
Eddie laughs. Steve's awfully high maintenance today.
"You can sit on my dick, I'll do the work."
Steve still looks displeased. But he caves. "Fine."
It's a rough ride.
Eddie's trying to thrust up into him, and they're just getting battered around. Up and down, and side-to-side. A rhythm is impossible to maintain.
It's like they are playing tug-of-war. And not in a good way, as both of them try to strong-arm the rhythm, the pace, and aren't very successful. Steve's huffing, annoyed, and Eddie's just gripping his hips, trying to get them in sync. It might be impossible.
They have good sex. That's never been a problem.
This? This might be a problem.
"Just stop moving!" Steve finally snaps, and Eddie stills his movements immediately.
"Yes, sir," Eddie snarks, and Steve places a hand in the center of Eddie's chest, and rolls his hips. Gently. Testing the waters, literally. The wave starts, but this time it's a softer roll towards the head of the bed and back down. Steve tilts his pelvis up, testing another small movement, and well, that's nice, too.
Steve catches the wave on the way back and shifts with it. Grinding down on Eddie's cock.
Oh.
It's free momentum. That's the secret. They've gotta move with the natural coasting motion the bed is making, not try to jackhammer it to their will.
Steve is figuring it out in real time. Eddie can see it all over his face as he concentrates. Eddie shouldn't be surprised. This is Steve's wheelhouse. The mechanics of movement. Eddie just stomps and flails and scampers through life.
Steve gives another roll, a light moan escaping from his parted lips.
"Okay," he crows with a grin, "I've got it now. Go with the flow."
"Did you piss the bed again?" Steve mutters, voice thick, full of sleep.
"That was one time and I was blackout drunk. You were there. Did you piss the bed?"
Steve makes an annoyed noise, and Eddie knows he's skating on thin ice at — 2:23 in the morning — while Steve's ass is wet.
"It's leaking," Steve says, stating the obvious.
"Are you sure it's not from you?" Eddie asks.
And the noise Steve makes is enough to wake Eddie fully.
"I might be leaking, but if it's down on the side of my thigh, we've got problems," Steve says, haughtily.
"Gotcha," Eddie says, rolling carefully out of the bed, and onto his feet as Steve sloshes around, following.
"It says to apply the patch while it's dry," Eddie says, holding up the instructions of the ancient waterbed patch kit that came with it. The overhead light is blinding at this time of night. Hostile, even.
Steve wipes the bladder with the towel again, and more water bubbles up. If looks could kill, Eddie would be dead.
"Well, that's easier said than fucking done," Steve snaps. If he doesn't get his eight hours of beauty sleep he's a fucking bear, and this has already taken the better part of an hour.
"Maybe we need to drain it."
Steve throws the towels down, hands finding his hips, "Do you know how many gallons of water are in this thing? We aren't draining it!"
Eddie holds his hands up, conceding.
"Just fucking help me. I'm gonna force this part upwards. You wipe it dry, then apply that godforsaken patch. Got it?"
"I got it," Eddie says, and Steve nods, trying to wrangle the heavy, vinyl waterbed mattress. Wrestling it. It looks impossible to move, it's so heavy. But, Steve places a knee beneath the spot of the hole strategically, forcing the spot with a hole up as high as he can, grabbing a slick fistful around it, shoving upwards.
"Now!" Steve yells, and Eddie springs into action. Drying the pinhole twice, just to make sure, and then sticking the patch down.
Steve lets go, and the mattress flaps back towards the sides of the bed frame with a thwack. Jiggling as it settles back into shape. Steve leans back on his haunches.
"Did it work?" Eddie asks, and Steve gets up, shedding his damp underwear, putting on a dry pair.
"Guess we'll find out," Steve says, "but you're sleeping on that side now."
Well, that seems fair.
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Shout out to Steve Harrington for apparently being the only genre-aware person in the Hawkins group, grabbing something to defend the group as soon as they hear a weird noise, poking stuff around with an oar, not letting the cursed girl spend too long on her own… and when Dustin mocks him, he snaps back, “considering the people in this room have nearly died about half a dozen times, I don’t find it funny”. He’s so right and he should say it. Steve KNOWS he’s in a horror film and he’s built to be the final girl.
warnings: fwb, no feelings trope, slow burn, angst, making out, suggestive touching, smut (will be warned), jealousy, emotional conflict, miscommunication, arguments
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summary: you and steve were friends first, and that was the part that mattered. everything else, the late nights, the quiet routine, the way he kept showing up, didn’t mean anything. it was easy. something the two of you fell into without really thinking about it. something that didn’t need to be explained. because as long as it stayed like this, nothing had to change. right?
note: hii!! thank you for reading <3 i’m not exactly sure how many chapters this will be yet. usually i like to have everything written out beforehand, but i was feeling a little spontaneous with this one and decided to just post as i go. i’ll be updating everything here as i continue, thank you for the support, it genuinely means a lot :)
A steve harrington x reader fanfiction | multi-chapter | teacher!steve harrington & teacher!reader | enemies to loverswarnings: reader matches steve's freak... meaning shes a total bitch diva. when i say enemies. actual enemies. slow burn. no pre-existing feelings. they both don't like one another. EVENTUAL SMUT
words: 92,550
summary: You and Steve are not friends. You never were, and if you had it your way, never will be. You almost found it funny that, of course, your first year teaching, you're right next door to the man you hate most.
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Summary: You’re Jim Hopper’s, Chief of Police, daughter. After a rough few years and a fresh start in Hawkins, your dad barely lets you out. Too scared to lose you. You’re homeschooled and the last time you stepped foot into a classroom was when you were 13. You somehow finally convince him to enroll you into Hawkins High but his worst nightmare comes true when you get involved with fighting Demogorgans, entering different dimensions, hiding a russian girl with super powers and more. Oh, and worst of all? You fall in love with a prick who has perfect hair.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!hopper!reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, steve is in his king steve era for season 1, slowburn like slow slow SLOW burn, overprotective hopper, mentions of cancer, mentions of death, mentions of blood, smut, cuss words, maybe more idk?
when steve almost fell off the tower I thought - if this was a fanfic it would be the perfect time for winged-eddie to swoop in and save him and make his big entrance
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