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Fanfic writers really said "in any universe, in any scenario, despite any obstacle, these people would love each other" and I think that's very cool of us
Summary: Or...alternately, just say yes? (AKA Eddie Munson is a bad influence.)
Word Count: 783
Rating: T
Warnings/Themes: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Humor, Mention of Alcohol and Drug Use, Peer Pressure
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The date? December 14, 1984. The time? Well-near close to 9pm, as the boys wrapped up a long and arduous—if victorious!—session of Hellfire Club.
“A round of meads and your best pipe-weed for us weary travelers,” Jeff’s rogue shouted to the bar-maid, roleplayed by Eddie of course.
Usually, Eddie usually would use this opportunity to bat his lashes coquettishly, then narrate some conclusion to their adventure. But a thought occurred to him. A rather devilish thought, if he was so bold to say.
“What if we could have a round of meads and pipe-weed?”
Dave, ever slow on the uptake, snorted, “Where? At the Prancing Pony?”
Eddie shot them all a look as if to say it's so obvious, but it turned out that all of his friend were slow on the uptake. They blinked at him and his brows climbed in disbelief.
"Beer and weed at the trailer."
They blinked again, in unison, before the lightbulbs went off. At least, they went off in Dave and Jeff's heads, as they chattered and quickly put their things away. Gareth, on the other hand, stood there with a very prominent pout, his arms crossed over his chest.
"But...we can't," he scoffed, causing the others movements to come to a stop.
Eddie folded his arms over his chest, mirroring Gareth. "And why not?"
And to be fair, he expected something along the lines of curfew or early plans with his family. He should have known better. Should have known that the younger boy was still new to their brand of debauchery and mischief.
“Uhhh, because of Mrs. Reagan. Obviously. Just say no?”
Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Is that some old lady you help cross the street?"
"It's the First Lady, Ed," Jeff offered sincerely. "You know, married to the president."
"I know who she is Jeffrey." Eddie shot him a scathing look, then turned back to Gareth. "What does she have to do with beer and weed?"
"Have you seriously never seen the posters around the school? Just say no? As in, just say no to drugs?"
"I've clearly ignored them. Since when have I ever read a poster taped to the walls around here? They're always for the chess club meetings or the Spring Musical. Once again I ask, during the very stimulating questions-and-answers segment of our evening: what does that have to do with beer and weed?"
"Weed's a drug."
"It's just weed!" Eddie threw his hands up in the air. "I smoke it, Wayne smokes it! Shit, everybody does it."
"That's what they said you'd say!" Dave interjected, not helping the matter in the least bit. Gareth held his hands out towards Dave, as if to emphasize his point, and Eddie growled.
"Who is they?"
"Nancy Reagan!"
"Fuck Nancy Reagan!" Eddie shouted in exasperation. "I can't believe what I'm hearing right now, Gare. Remember when I asked you if you wanted to join Corroded Coffin? After Ronnie went off to college? If I'm not mistaken, you howled the words "sex, drugs, and rock and roll" into the air and then started head banging. What happened to the drugs part?"
"I thought I could ignore it," Gareth reasoned, sheepishly. "Like...the sex part would be cool...and the rock and roll...but I don't know about the drugs. My mom says it ruins your life."
"Or makes it better?" Eddie offered. "Come on! What do moms know? It'll be fine. I've smoked with Jeff before. It was great. Makes you feel good, floaty. Tell him, Jeff."
"Makes you hungry," Jeff recalled.
"Yeah, you thought you could eat a million oreos," the older metalhead laughed, then sobered up. "And then you threw up in the van. Lets not have a repeat performance of that tonight, kay?"
Jeff crossed his heart and held his hands up innocently.
"But we can have oreos?"
"Sure. I don't care." Eddie turned back to Jeff. "See? Got a night of getting high with beer and oreos and no puking. Couldn't be better! Sounds like a dream. Right guys?"
Jeff and Dave answered in unison.
"So what'll it be?" Eddie urged and stared at Gareth with big, hypnotic, abyss-like eyes. "Don't say no. Just say yes."
Gareth swallowed, looked around at his friends, and then down at his backpack that rested by his feet. More specifically, he was looking at the just say no club pin that was displayed proudly next to a bunch of bands and slogans.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Reagan," he whispered, as he reached down and carefully pulled the it free. He discarded it haphazardly onto the floor, hiked his bag over his shoulder, and then looked at his friends expectantly.
written for week 1 of the @steddiemicrofic july challenge
prompt: three | wc: 333 | rated: G | tags: established relationship, steve is weak for eddie's puppy eyes, eddie is a menace but steve loves him for it
Three years.
It's been three fucking years.
You'd think Steve has learned his lesson by now but somehow, Eddie still manages to surprise him. To catch him completely off guard and make him question everything he knows about the man he's been sharing a bed and a life with for so long.
Because when he enters their home, tired from work and ready to waste away in front of the TV for the rest of the evening, he's greeted by two pairs of puppy dog eyes.
"Babe. What did you do?"
Eddie looks at him, all innocent and sweet.
"His name is Dio. Well, the lady at the shelter said his former owners called him Rocky. But I like Dio more. And I think he likes it, too."
As if to agree, the dog Eddie holds in his arms starts wagging its tail, happily nuzzling and licking his face.
"Can we- I don't know. Maybe take a few steps back so you can explain to me again why the fuck there's a dog in our house?"
Eddie has the audacity to shush him, covering the dog's ears with one hand.
"Steve! No swearing in front of the child, please."
The- what?
Steve's going to strangle him.
"He's only three," Eddie says, as if that explains anything.
"I'll ask again." Steve tries to sound annoyed but he knows he's probably failing. "Whose dog is that?"
"He's our dog!"
Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs defeated. He's weak, can't fight the power of Eddie's big, beautiful eyes when he looks at him like that.
"I don't wanna hear a single word about it being too early, or too hot, or too rainy outside to go on walks. He's your responsibility."
Without another word, Steve heads to the bathroom, biting down a smile when he hears Eddie whisper, "I told you he couldn't resist the look. That's how I convinced him to be my boyfriend. And now he loves me more than anything."
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July Prompt: Three | Word Count: 333 | Rating: E | CW: Edging, Fingering | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Future Fic, Established Relationship, Soft, Boys In Love, Eddie Brings Steve To The Brink
"Three?" Eddie asks.
And Steve nods his head, a sharp bob. "Three."
Eddie starts to ease a third finger inside, his knuckle catching. He's slicked up good, but Steve still whines, and it's honestly a sound Eddie adores. The sound of him wanting. Needing.
"Too much?" Eddie asks.
"Not enough," Steve bemoans, and Eddie grins. That's his bossy, bitchy boy. Steve's always got complaints, and Eddie's always all ears. He wants to string him along, making him shudder and shiver with how much he's feeling.
It's powerful.
And Eddie never felt powerful a day in his life until he ran headlong into Steve Harrington's open, loving arms.
Steve takes a deep breath, relaxing further into the sheets, and Eddie slides home. Three fingers, buried deep.
"Uh," Steve huffs out as Eddie slowly works them inside him. Moving in short, deep thrusts. Flexing his hand, just a little. Enough to brush Steve's prostate with his thick knuckles.
Steve whines, toes curling.
Eddie wants to keep him like this indefinitely. His orgasm, just out of reach. Straddling the precipice, ready to fall if Eddie would just do something more.
"Full," Steve says, cheek resting on the pillow. His hair in his eyes. It's gotten long, and when he's like this, it never keeps its shape. It's always hanging limp. Damp with sweat. It was fascinating to see the first time. Like Steve was removing his persona.
Eddie never got the whole Clark Kent glasses thing until he saw Steve Harrington with damp, floppy hair. Whole different person.
A softer version, most definitely.
Eddie uses his free hand to stroke Steve's lower back. Gentle fingers against soft hair, and Steve sighs. Closing his eyes.
Moving his fingers with more purpose, Eddie watches as Steve winds back up. Getting closer to the edge one more time.
Eddie lets him.
Then, backs off again.
Steve's breathing is shallow, face flushed, but he looks peaceful.
Eddie reaches up and brushes his hair out of his eyes, and Steve smiles.
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Prompt #2 - Crop Top | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: E | CW: Frotting | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie, Eddie & Wayne | Tags: Post S4, Getting Together, With A Little (Unwitting) Help From Good Uncle Wayne Munson
"Ed, I don't think—"
"—just do it!" Eddie snaps, and the snip sound of scissors cutting through fabric fills the room. Fucking finally.
Eddie looks down, and there's a vertical line up the side of his shirt, and he turns so he can see it better in the mirror, and then places his fingers at the level he wants it to be cropped to. He'd already ruined three shirts trying to do it himself, and reinforcements were needed.
The first one was way too short.
"Right here," he instructs, and Wayne shakes his head, but cuts upwards until he's under the line Eddie is marking.
"I don't know why you couldn't do this your damn self," Wayne grumbles, and then carefully, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, snips around Eddie's waist in as straight of a line as he can manage.
Eddie just smiles, and toes at the shirts he deemed destroyed as they lay crumpled on the floor. He needed help. Obviously. And Wayne drew the short straw via proximity to the problem at hand.
When Wayne's done, he hands Eddie the scrap of fabric and the scissors, "I just don't know why you wanted to ruin a perfectly good shirt."
Eddie smirks, and that's that. He turns in the mirror and the sleeveless shirt looks even better now. It shows off his scars, and part of him wants to remind this godforsaken town that he nearly died trying to save them all.
They won't care tonight, and that's fucking fine. He's so gonna rock anyway.
On the stage of The Hideout, Eddie struts around feeling confident. Sure, it's no arena. It's not even a big crowd. It's a handful of drunks that definitely aren't metal in the slightest. Still, they sound good, for them, and when the gig is over he's loading up stuff in the back of his van.
"You looked good," comes the familiar voice, and Eddie turns, smile already split across his face. He hadn't even seen that Steve was there tonight. Usually he's too busy to come out and play these days. He wants to be a teacher, like an absolute lunatic.
"We sounded good," Eddie corrects, reaching for Steve.
Steve laughs, warm hands sliding against Eddie's bare skin as he hugs him back, "No. You looked good."
"Ouch," Eddie answers, kneejerk, before he realizes what Steve's actually saying. Maybe. Maybe not.
He doesn't know. Things have always been kinda weird between them, like if one of them would just take a single step forward that maybe everything might change.
So far, nobody's made that move.
Unless.
Unless Steve is making it right now.
Eddie pulls back from the hug, offering Steve a smirk, showing off a dimple, "So, I looked good, did I?"
Steve's hands are still clutched against Eddie's lower back, but he glances away, down at his feet, smiling.
And okay. Yeah.
Steve pushes his hand up under Eddie's shirt, under the cropped fabric, and glides curious fingertips all along Eddie's scars. Steve has his own, of course, but Eddie got it worse. From the bats. From the town.
But right now? Right now he thinks maybe he's won after all.
Because there's kissing. So much kissing.
Eddie's never had a hook-up like this. Not that he's had all that many, but still. This is new. Steve's fingers grazing his skin, like he's trying to map every part of him. Carefully. Thoroughly.
Eddie doesn't mind. Because it's Steve. And Steve knows exactly how he got all these scars. Steve knows what Eddie went through, what they all went through.
Nimble fingers unbutton Eddie's jeans, hands pushing them down Eddie's thighs, and then Eddie's shoved back onto the mattress with a bounce.
Steve giggles, and unfastens his own jeans, wiggling them down his hips, before crawling on the bed, covering Eddie's body with his own. As if he's too desperate for them to get fully undressed.
Eddie has no complaints about that.
Steve licks his own palm, and wraps his fist around both of them, grinding his cock up against Eddie as he works his hips. Eddie grips both of Steve's shoulders, and it's all he can do to hold on for the ride.
"Good?" Steve whispers, hot breath against Eddie's ear, and Eddie nods.
"Real good," Eddie answers, and relishes the feeling of Steve's cock rubbing against his own, Steve's firm grip guiding the way. It's a little too dry, and a little more friction than Eddie prefers, but it's Steve.
Of course it feels good.
Eddie has wanted this since they were knee-deep in Vecna's bullshit and he'd realized Steve Harrington is not at all a bad dude to be around.
Steve's still jerking them off, hips working, thrusting against Eddie.
Eddie moans, and Steve sucks in a breath, then comes all over his hand, Eddie's cock, Eddie's stomach. The slip has now changed, and Eddie lets himself chase after Steve. His own orgasm hitting him like a bolt of lightning.
Steve giggles, resting his head in the crook of Eddie's neck, his weight a welcome sensation.
Eddie blinks his eyes, trying to adjust to being awake. Steve Harrington. The first thought is he was dreaming, but he knows better. Steve Harrington came home with him last night after their Hideout gig.
"Hey," Steve says, right on cue, and Eddie turns.
Steve's standing in the doorway to Eddie's room, two mugs of coffee in hand. But more importantly, he's wearing one of Eddie's failed crop tops, the one Eddie deemed too short.
But on Steve, it looks amazing. All that dark hair covering his stomach, his scars, sleeveless to show off his arms. Which are far more defined than Eddie's.
Eddie swallows.
This shirt wasn't right for him, but it is right for Steve. Boy howdy, is it ever.
"Hey," Eddie says back, sitting up, holding out his hands for the mug, and the soft smile Steve gives him makes his stomach flip.
And Eddie's ready. Beyond ready.
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rated e, 18+ only | 333 words | cw: implied drug use | tags: friends with benefits, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, implied anal sex if you squint at eddie's asshole
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“That’s two.”
Eddie can’t stop shaking. His hands, his legs, his goddamn toes probably. Who knew Steve was this good at sex?
“I need one more from you, baby.”
That was the deal. Steve gets him off three times as payment for his weed. Eddie didn’t mean three times at once, but it’s too late to stop him now. He’d be an idiot to stop now.
“I know,” Eddie gasps when Steve’s mouth closes around his oversensitive dick. “Fuck. Oh my god.”
He doesn’t have to look down to know Steve’s smirking. Steve is infuriating because he’s so sure of himself with everything, even sucking dick, which he’s apparently never done before Eddie. Infuriating because he’s very good at it and Eddie’s staring down the barrel of a third orgasm in less than 30 minutes. It’s ridiculous.
He’s relentless and messy, licking up the cum from Eddie’s last orgasm and spitting on his already leaking tip. He’s not even fully hard, but he’s so close to the edge already. He may have never even left it after the last one.
Steve’s finger circles his dripping hole and that’s all it takes. He’d be embarrassed if he could feel anything other than ecstasy.
He slows down as he swallows what little cum manages to escape Eddie’s dick, but his finger presses inside. Eddie arches his back, unable to stop himself from grabbing Steve’s hair.
Steve looks up at him as he lets Eddie’s dick fall from his mouth, wide grin already in place.
“That’s three.”
Eddie’s head falls back against the pillow as he laughs.
He has fun with Steve. That’s the most unexpected part of all of this. Steve buys from him every couple of weeks and always finds excuses to stick around and hangout. A month ago, he found a new way to stick around in the form of getting Eddie’s dick in his hand or mouth. No complaints from Eddie.
Prompt #1 - "Just Say No." | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Canon Typical Violence via School Yard Fight, Language, Previous Loss | POV: Gareth | Pairing: Gareth & Eddie, Steve & Tommy, Pre-Steddie (If You Squint) | Tags: Pre-S1, Settling A Score, Tommy Fucks Around And Finds Out
Gareth bounds along behind Eddie, but Eddie's on a tear. God help them all. Gareth is struggling to keep up with him.
"Just leave it alone!" Gareth suggests, like that hasn't been thought of before now. Like Eddie Munson is ever gonna leave something alone, or listen to anyone else, let alone Gareth. A freshman.
Eddie scoffs, and Gareth has to extend his gait just to try and keep up. Fuck Eddie's longer legs. Height ain't everything.
"He thinks he can talk to me like that? Like he could whip my ass? Like to see him try," Eddie snaps, hot around the collar. Gareth has quickly learned that Eddie gets wound up on a regular day. About everything. About nothing. But really get him all riled up? Fuck, they're all gonna pay.
Gareth doesn't even know what has set Eddie off, only that it has. Now, Gareth isn't particularly worried about Tommy Hagan beating up Eddie one-on-one, but the prospect of his friends joining in does have Gareth concerned.
Like, for instance, Steve Harrington. Gareth's seen him in Freshman P.E., which Gareth has heard Steve is taking for the third time as an elective for fun. Fuck that. It's Gareth's least favorite hour of the day. Pure torture. The exercise and the locker room after.
He doesn't want to bench press, or run laps, or even play dodgeball. He doesn't want to stand in a line, waiting to be chosen close to last.
Right now, though, Eddie is acting like he's Yosemite Sam, going in hot, guns blazing. An overreaction. The Eddie Munson specialty.
They are so gonna get their asses kicked.
Eddie spots Tommy across the practice field, and stomps up behind him, placing a hand in the center of Tommy's back, shoving. Hard. Tommy falls face first into the grass, and Gareth reaches up and pulls at his own hair. He's trying to grow it out, but that won't matter if they both get slaughtered in the next few minutes.
"What the fuck?!" Tommy yells, rolling over, kicking his legs, wiggling himself back onto his feet. Lunging towards Eddie. Already hopping mad.
Eddie dodges, taking a step back.
But Tommy has made a mistake, a critical one, because Eddie comes across, decking him good with a right hook. Holy shit. Gareth didn't even know Eddie knew how to throw down like that. Jesus Christ.
Tommy screams, and whirls around, taking a knee. Gareth's never seen anything like it.
"Stop being a pussy," Eddie says, "You wanna talk shit? Then take it like a man."
Eddie moves to take another step towards Hagan, but Steve Harrington places a hand in the center of Eddie's chest, holding him back.
"What's this about?" Steve asks, holding Eddie back as Tommy makes a fool of himself on the ground. Eddie tries to wriggle away, but Steve just fists Eddie's shirt in his hand, twisting, pinning him down.
Eddie uses both his hands to try and push Steve away, but Steve doesn't let go. He just tightens his grip. Shit. They're in trouble now.
Gareth goes up and shoves Steve, but he doesn't act like he even felt it.
Steve barely glances at him, "Just say no, kid."
Well, that's embarrassing.
Gareth stills. Waiting. Watching.
"It was just a joke!" Tommy yells, holding his eye. The one that's certainly gonna be black tomorrow. Everybody knowing you got clocked by the freak is really gonna piss Hagan off, Gareth knows.
Gareth sees Steve's hand loosen on Eddie's shirt. Barely. A twitch.
"What was a joke?" Steve asks Tommy, and Tommy looks like he's scared of Steve now. Well, okay. Maybe this is their out. If Steve lets go of Eddie's shirt, then Steve and Tommy can hash this out, while Gareth and Eddie can run away. That's a solid plan. Gareth likes it.
Tommy doesn't say shit.
"Tommy," Steve demands.
Tommy mumbles under his breath.
"What was that?" Steve asks.
Gareth doesn't catch all of it, just a trailed off, "...mom is a hoebag."
But Gareth can connect the dots. Fuck. Well, they're gonna fight this one to the death, he supposes. Gareth doesn't know a lot about Eddie, not yet, but he does know he doesn't fuck around about his mama.
Steve lets go of Eddie's shirt, pulling back like his hand was burned. Fuck. Maybe Steve Harrington knows that, too.
"Fuck, Steve, what the fuck? You're not gonna help me?" Tommy whines, looking like he's getting ready to flee. "I thought we were friends."
"We are," Steve says, "but you're on your own with this one."
"What? Why?!"
"Because even Harrington knows you don't fucking disparage dead moms," Eddie says, and lunges towards Hagan, both of them hitting the grass. Eddie pummels him like he's suddenly been transformed into Ox Baker.
"I didn't know she was dead!" Tommy screams, and Gareth thinks that's probably true. Surely he wouldn't have been this fucking stupid if he had.
"Then maybe you shouldn't run your fucking mouth," Eddie says, poking his hand into Tommy's ribs, making him howl. They roll in the grass some more, and Gareth watches. Just like Steve Harrington is watching from next to him.
Eddie has finally stopped hitting him, probably scared of the trouble he'll get into if he really fucks Hagan up. So now it's just Eddie pinning Tommy down with all his weight, while Tommy tries to wriggle away. It's not working out so great for him.
Eddie's just embarrassing Tommy at this point. Which is funny.
"You ready for the mile tomorrow?" Steve asks, and Gareth takes a second to realize Steve's talking to him. Oh. Yeah. Freshman P.E. The torture.
Gareth looks in his direction.
"Uh, no," Gareth answers, and Steve laughs.
"Just don't cut corners on your laps. Coach will make you start over," Steve says, while Eddie and Tommy squirm around at their feet. Cussing and struggling with each other. Gareth knows Eddie is winning. It's surreal.
"Thanks for the tip," Gareth says.
"Anytime."
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rated e | 992 words | no cw | tags: threesome (f/m/m), oral sex, blow job, cunnilingus, established gareth/ofc
i borrowed di from @thisapplepielife's Tuesday's Gone With the Wind because she's hot and charming and if you aren't familiar with her, then you need to be. and while my intention was to do her justice, this could also just be read as a coincidence with names 😂
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Gareth’s not drunk. Jeff’s watched him for hours now. He hasn’t touched a drink, not even to steal a sip of Di’s.
He’s not high either, even though Jeff is well aware of the things he keeps hidden in one of his drum cases. He won’t say anything unless it starts affecting his playing.
But it doesn’t explain the whispering with Di followed by sheepish looks at him.
He figures out pretty quickly what they’re up to when they corner him in the bathroom an hour later.
“Just say no if you don’t want to. Seriously,” Gareth shrugs, not making eye contact.
“We didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Di says with that charming smile that he knows wins plenty of arguments and gets her her way whenever she wants. He’s not immune to it. There’s a reason she’s the one who asked, he’s sure. “We can pretend we never even offered.”
Jeff should say no. Things are going too good for them now for something silly like sleeping with his bandmate and his girlfriend to ruin this. He could say no and they’d go to their hotel room and fuck like rabbits all night until Di has to hop on a plane tomorrow and the band has to head to their next stop, and Jeff would go to sleep in his own room alone.
“What exactly do you want us to do?” He asks instead.
***
Di makes a sound somewhere between a desperate whine and a laugh. She’s naked, body on full display for both of them. She’s got nice tits, even if they’re smaller than Jeff usually goes for. He’s a boob guy, sue him.
Gareth is clearly a pussy guy, judging by how quickly he had Di’s legs open and his face buried between them. Jeff awkwardly watches for a full minute, feeling himself get hard in his jeans as Di arches her back and grabs at the sheets on the bed. She’s way out of Gareth’s league. Hell, she’s out of all of their leagues. She must really care about him.
Her hand is in Gareth’s hair, tugging him away. His lips and chin are wet when he looks up.
“You forget about the plan?” She asks him breathlessly. She’s either really good at faking it or Gareth is really good at that.
The plan is pretty simple if he doesn’t think too much about it: Di gets eaten out by Gareth while Jeff blows him. He’s a little disappointed he won’t get a taste of her, but it’s clearly not a step Gareth is ready or willing to allow. All he hopes for is that he can look Gareth in the eye tomorrow.
She takes Gareth’s shirt off, winking at Jeff when she explains she doesn’t want it to get too wet. He follows suit, mostly so he isn’t the only fully clothed. He’s not even sure if he’ll come tonight, but he definitely doesn’t think it’ll set the mood if he keeps his shirt on.
Gareth shoves his pants down and settles back on the bed. Di gestures for Jeff to take off his pants and he’s a little shocked, but he’s horny enough at this point to follow her lead. Is it always like this for them? Di silently bossing Gareth around until they both get theirs?
He does what she wants. He’s not interested in arguing. All the blood normally residing in his brain is currently elsewhere.
They find a flow surprisingly easy. Di faces him, and he can’t see Gareth’s face under her, which might be for the best until he figures out what he’s doing. He’s given one blowjob before and it barely counts. He was 16 and had braces.
Di’s gaze is heavy on him as he figures out a rhythm, using his hand and mouth in sync when he realizes Gareth likes that.
“He’s not really a choke on it kind of guy,” she says around a moan. “He’s more sensitive at the tip anyway.”
His focus shifts to what he’s doing, but his dick is so hard, leaking more every time he hears Gareth’s muffled whimpers and Di’s breathless gasps. He wants to touch himself, but he’s not sure he should.
There’s a hand on the back of his head, fingers grasping desperately at his hair. He glances up, tilts his head back just enough to take in the sight of Di coming on Gareth’s face. She’s shaking, smiling as she looks down at him, other hand helping her lean her weight forward for a better angle.
“Touch yourself,” she says, eyes never leaving him.
He moans around Gareth’s dick and does as she asks. He’s only seen a little bit of their sex life, but he’s pretty sure he understands exactly how they work. He’s starting to see why Gareth is so infatuated with her.
She reaches down to take over for Jeff’s hand on Gareth’s dick and Jeff’s got about 15 seconds before he’s going to come.
“C’mon, baby,” Di could be talking to either or both of them. “It’s your turn.”
Gareth comes only a second before Jeff does, and both of their moans fill the room. It shouldn’t shock him that they’re this in tune in bed. They’re perfectly in sync on stage, too.
He swallows because he doesn’t know what else to do when he’s shivering with own orgasm and can’t think straight. Gareth needs more fucking fruit in his diet.
He leaves quickly after. Not because it’s awkward, but because he wants to avoid it getting there.
Di kisses his cheek and thanks him and Gareth waves from where he’s already half asleep in the bed. He rolls his eyes, but a surge of fondness spreads through him.
Gareth’s an idiot sometimes, but he’s damn lucky he’s got Di, and he’s a pretty good boyfriend for letting her cross something off her bucket list.
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For this event, there were 6 total entries: 6 Fics Written, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works.
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Tempest by @griefabyss69 | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: Post-Canon Fix-It, Hair Washing, Sort Of, Pre-Relationship, Mild Voyeurism, Alcohol
without heat by @steddieas-shegoes | Word Count: 586 | Rating: E | CW: None | Pairing: Gareth/Jeff | Tags: friends to lovers, a/b/o dynamics, alpha Gareth, omega Jeff, knotting, feelings confessions (in their own way)
how to start a fire by @runninriot | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | Pairing: Pre-Steddie | Tags: pre steddie, background robin/chrissy, eddie has a crush on steve, subtle flirting, eddie hates camping - until steve changes his mind
Freak Finds Freak by @thisapplepielife | Word Count: 586 | Rating: E | CW: Sexual Content | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: AU, Omegaverse, Alpha Eddie, Alpha Steve, Alpha/Alpha, Freak 4 Freak
Knot by @dreamwatch | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | Tags: Character Study, slice of life, making up for lost time
june - knot by @hullomoon | Word Count: 586 | Rating: T | CW: None | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie & Corroded Coffin; Steddie | Tags: Eddie doing dumb shit
(hiiiiii wynnyfryd here i cannot believe my baby is THREE 🥹🥹😭😭 thank you thank you thank you to everyone who still participates and to mick and lex for being such hot and effective and consistent mods, i love you and this community so much let’s kiss let’s fucking kiss!!!)
For July, we're celebrating 3 years of the Steddie Microfic Challenge!
Because it's such a big milestone, we're shaking things up a bit. Instead of one word and word count for the month, we will be doing 4 words and 4 word counts throughout the month!
July 1-8: | three, 333 words | three years since the incident, three pointer, threesome, three more minutes
July 9-16: | years, 444 words | years later, through the years, haven't seen someone in years
July 17-24: | micro, 555 words | microfiche, microbiology, micro--*ahem*
July 25-31: | steady, 666 words | steady beat, steady hands, steady income
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We hope you had a great June and we're excited to see everyone participating in our special celebration this month! - Lex, Mick, and Wynn 🎉
