so-mordorit-is

[so-mordorit-is]

Tie-Breaker

pairing: steddie x fem!reader

summary: sexual tension is thick in the apartment when you move in with your friends eddie and steve, and one night it all becomes too much to ignore with a little friendly challenge involved.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, friendly competition, cursing, dirty talk, implication of jealousy, kissing, teasing, oral (f & m receiving), unprotected piv, friends to lovers kinda? threesome obv

word count: 8.4k

a/n: hello my loves! i've spent a ridiculous amount of time on this fic trying to get it right. it's my first time writing a threesome so it's been a process... i really hope it's not absolute shit!! i hope you all enjoy it!! let me know what you think. shoutout to @e0509 for helping me with the mental block i had on this one, it was much needed❤️

You’ve only been living with Steve and Eddie a few short months, but in that time you’ve been learning a lot and have gotten to know them better than you’ve ever known anyone. For instance, Eddie has no personal boundaries.

Like the time when…

You stood at the sink, brushing your teeth when the bathroom door swung open revealing Eddie, who was covered by only a towel, hanging low in his hips.

“Almost done.” You mumbled through a mouth full of toothpaste, trying to push back the racy thoughts that were popping into your head at the sight of his almost naked body.

He just shrugged, walking further into the washroom. “I don’t mind.” He said, dropping his towel and giving you a full view of his ass in the reflection of the mirror.

Your hand came up to cover your eyes as you spat out the toothpaste, discarding the toothbrush somewhere on the counter before running out of the bathroom. You could hear his deep chuckle as you walked towards your room to finish getting ready in there.

Or there was the other time when…

Eddie walked into the living room where you and Steve were seated, watching tv. You both looked over to see a wild gleam in his eyes.

“Hey um, princess, I was looking in your drawer for a lighter since I lost mine and, well I couldn’t find one. But I did find this.” He beamed as he pulled your vibrator out from behind his back.

Mortified, your eyes went wide. “Eddie!” You yelled before you hopped off the couch and snatched it from his grasp.

“You see, I thought that buzzing I could hear from your room late at night was a sound machine but-” Eddie started, but you walked off towards your room in embarrassment before he could say any more. You sat in there the rest of the day wondering how you would ever face the two of them again.

Yeah… so there was that. And on the other hand you’ve learned that Steve is a very touchy feely person.

There was the time that…

You were preparing dinner for the three of you, as a sort of thank you for the boys letting you move into their apartment, knowing things were bad at home for you. You had a precise focus on mincing garlic when you felt a set of large arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a broad chest.

“Mmm whatcha making?” Steve hummed, his face was peeking over your shoulder, mouth just beside your ear.

You didn’t know how to react. Your stomach did a flip and you tingled where his arms met your waist. You tried hard to hide the blush that crept across your cheeks, knowing that Eddie could see everything from the living room.

“A roast.” You squeaked out.

“That sounds so amazing, sweetheart.” He had practically moaned into your ear.

“Th-thanks.” You managed to get out as you tried your hardest not to melt into his arms.

Then he walked into the living to join Eddie like nothing had happened at all.

Yeah that was something. You also recall the time when…

It was Saturday evening and you and Eddie were sat on the couch, watching some gory horror flick. You both heard the door to the apartment slam shut. It was 9:48pm, well past when Steve should have gotten out of his closing shift.

“You alright there, Harrington?” Eddie asked, as the other boy walked into the room dressed up in his cute little Family Video vest.

“A group of kids came in five minutes before closing saying they were going to be in and out. Half an hour later I finally kicked them out. And I’m sure I’m going to hear about it from Keith too.” He grumbled, throwing his body down on the couch beside you.

“Sorry Stevie, want us to start the movie over?” You had asked in an attempt to fix his mood.

“No. Too tired.” He mumbled as he laid his top half against your thighs. He turned around so that his face was flush with your tummy, and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you further into his embrace. You tried your best not to feel that intense pressure between your legs

You looked over at Eddie, who just shrugged like this is just your average Saturday evening.

Steve fell asleep like that, face buried into your lap, arms holding on to you for dear life. And needless to say, you sat in that position all night, even when Eddie said he’d gladly give him a slap in the ass to wake him up. 

So yeah, you’ve definitely gotten closer with the two of them since moving in. You’ve been best friends with them for a long time, but it wasn’t until moving in with them that you realized just how close you could all get.

Another spectacular thing that you’ve learned is that the two boys are very competitive. Much to your amusement. Almost every day you get to watch your own personal comedy show. It started off with Eddie saying he could out smoke you both. You accepted the fact but Steve insisted on taking him up on the bet. Eddie obviously won that one, poor Steve never had a chance. Then, a few days later, Steve challenged Eddie, saying he was the better cook. This one was nice, it gave you two half decent meals. You gave the win to Steve, plate presentation was everything. And they carry on and on with this constant competition. Who has the most hair products? Who can do the most pushups? Who can make you laugh harder? Who can eat the fastest? Followed by who can burp the loudest? (Yes unfortunately that one is true).

It’s definitely been an experience, but you’ve never been happier. You feel so carefree around Eddie and Steve, feeling like you can finally be yourself. Everyday is something new and fun, there is never a dull moment between the two of them.

It’s Tuesday evening, and all three of you are home, no one having work tonight. You love nights like this. Just you and your two favourite boys enjoying eachothers company.

You are laying across the couch, enjoying a book, while Steve sits beside you, absentmindedly kneading at your thigh while lost in thought. Eddie is sitting on the floor, his back against the couch as he strums at his guitar. His curly hair tickles your arm as you read, but you don’t say anything. You like having him close. Eddie hums something as he plays.

“Sound really pretty Eds.” You voice.

“Thanks, Princess.” He replies. “Better than Steve right?” He challenges.

You roll your eyes and laugh.

“That wasn’t a no. Steve, princess thinks I sound prettier than you.” He smirks.

“Not true Eddie, Steve sounds pretty too, you both sound pretty.”

Steve looks at you with a smile, his hand rubbing up and down your leg. A touch that is innocent, yet makes you feel warmth between your legs. You feel curly hair moving around on your arm and look down to see Eddie looking up at you.

“Yes, Eds?” You hum with a smile.

“Whatcha reading?” He asks, probably hoping it’s some sort of fantasy. While it’s not a fantasy book, it is a fantasy for you. Romance.

“The Silken Web.” You answer. He looks at you with confusion written in his eyes. “It’s a romance novel.” You laugh.

“Ahhh I see.” He replies. Him and Steve exchange a glance that you don’t see. “Any good?”

“It’s alright.” Normally you prefer horror or mystery but your heart is just craving something else recently. “What, you wanna borrow it or something, Munson?” You giggle, your eyes still scanning the pages.

“Yeah, maybe it will help me get some dates.” He jokes. Your smile falters, only for a millisecond, but Eddie catches it. “Okay up there, princess?” He questions.

You hum a quick ‘mhm’, hoping he drops it.

“So, Harrington. Who do you think can get more girls, you or me?” Eddie asks, purposely trying to push your buttons. There is a look in Eddie’s eyes that Steve doesn’t miss.

“Don’t know. We should make it a challenge though.” He says, playing into Eddie’s attempt to tease you. “What do you think, sweetheart? Think I can win that one?” What you don’t know is that they are doing this with the only intention of observing your reaction. The thing is, neither of them had spoken to or even given the time of day to any girls since you moved in. It was an unspoken thing. They lost interest in any other girls as soon as their daily lives involved you. And they both knew this wasn’t going to change anytime soon. In their minds, you were their girl.

You feel a pit in your stomach. You know you shouldn’t feel the way that you do about both of them. It’s something you feel guilty about. How can you feel that way about them both and just expect them to be yours. They are your friends, nothing more. Still, the green-eyed monster stares you right in the face at the thought of them having some sort of competition over who can get more girls.

You scoff, trying to play it off like you don’t care about their romantic lives. “Dunno. Also don’t really care.” You huff. “And if you two are just going to have ‘guy talk’ I think I might turn in for the night.” You speak softly, moving to get up from the couch.

Steve pushes you down gently by your thigh that he still holds, while Eddie has a vice grip on your arm to hold you to the couch.

“Hey sorry, princess. Just stay, we are having a good time. No more guy talk. Promise.” Eddie coos. “You just read your book. We won’t bug you.”

Steve nods along in agreement.

You do as they say and continue to read your book. It really isn’t even that entertaining but you do enjoy their company. The couch shifts as Eddie leans forward, placing his guitar on a nearby chair. He proceeds to turn around and watch you while you read. You feel the gaze of both boys on you. Too nervous to look up, you just keep your eyes on the pages in front of you. Eddie’s hand finds your hair, brushing his fingers through it softly. It’s so soothing that it gives you goosebumps all over, which Steve notices on your exposed thigh that he still holds in his hand.

“Like that, sweetheart?” Steve coos.

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze and you miss the smirk that plays across Eddie’s lips. You hum a quick ‘mhm’ before returning your eyes to the book. You’re not even reading the words at this point, just staring at the pages blankly.

“Feels good? Eddie playing with your hair? Me with your pretty legs?” He continues. You look up again to see the two of them sharing a look. “Like having us both touching you, huh?”

Your heart is racing, unsure of how to respond. So you just give them a quick nod.

“Oh c’mon princess, we would really love to hear your pretty little voice.” Eddie whispers beside your ear. “Why are you so quiet all of a sudden? It’s just us.” He says as if he’s totally unaware of the impact the two of them have on your pussy right now.

“Sorry Eds, must’ve gotten wrapped up in my book. It feels nice, yeah. Like it.” You mumble.

You flip the page of your book realizing you haven’t done that in a while.

Steve’s hand works its way to the inside of your thigh, drawing circles. You feel wetness pooling in your panties and subconsciously squeeze your legs together to relieve some of the pressure.

Steve moves his hand away like he touched a hot stove. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you-” he says. He’s afraid that he’s scared you off, pushing too far.

“No!” You say, almost too rushed. “Uh- no, sorry I didn’t mean to do that. Tickles.” You reply.

He holds your stare as he slowly places his hand back to where it was on the inside of your thigh and you make the conscious effort to not squeeze your legs together again. Steve picks up where he left off, tracing random patterns on your leg.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s face has moved a lot closer to your head, his hand still running through your hair. You can feel his breath on your neck and if the two of them weren’t holding you in place, you think your body would be spasming from all the touches that you need but aren’t receiving.

You put your book down and they exchange another look before Steve says “Don’t want to read anymore?”

“No, book’s kinda boring.” You breathe out, trying your best not to let out some sort of whine.

“Oh okay, you want to talk instead?” He replies.

“Mmm sure.” You say, barely getting the words out. Eddie smirks, his head resting on yours, his lips still not touching your body.

“How was work yesterday?” Eddie asks you.

“Good.” You almost squeak.

“Just good? What happened?” He pushes, wanting you to speak longer sentences.

“I uh- stocked the produce aisle- mmm-” You stifle out a moan as Steve’s hand touches a really sensitive spot.

“Okay, sweet girl?” Steve questions, feigning innocence.

“Oh uh- yeah, just think I forgot to put the oranges away with the shipment.” You’re quick to lie.

“Oh okay, hope you don’t get in trouble.” Steve teases.

You shake your head. “Frank loves me.” You speak, referring to your boss. Steve looks at Eddie, shooting him a grin. “H-how was your day?” You ask.

“Well you know, neither of us worked, so we mainly spent the day bumming around. Talking.” Steve replies.

“Oh yeah? What about?” You ask.

You hear Eddie’s dark chuckle beside you and Steve tries his hardest to hide a grin.

“You know, just our usual, friendly competition and such.” Eddie speaks, his voice sounding lower.

“Typical.” You chuckle.

Suddenly Eddie’s lips brush against your neck. Not kissing. Not moving. Just there.

“Yeah, we are just so predictable.” He speaks against your neck. You feel his lips curve into a smirk, and you see Steve watching him with an unrecognizable look in his eyes.

“Want to know what friendly bets we had going?” Steve asks. He tugs your legs towards himself just slightly so that your clothed ass and cunt are pressed against his denim clad thigh.

Steve feels the heat radiating from your pussy but doesn’t say anything about it. Eddie looks at him with his eyebrows raised, as if questioning if you’re hot down there. Steve gives him an almost unnoticeable nod.

“Sure.” You reply, hoping that you’re not soaking through your sleep shorts and onto Steve’s jeans.

Eddie sits up and turns your face to look at him. His eyes are dark. Refusing to let you break eye contact while he speaks to you. “Well, princess, see Stevie and I, we are both pretty confident guys. We both feel pretty gifted in bed. Me probably more so.” Eddie chuckles. This earns an eye roll from Steve. “Anyways, this led to the discussion of who is the better partner in the sheets.”

There’s a moment of pure silence, before you whisper an almost inaudible ‘oh’.

“Yeah, you know of course Munson over here was running his mouth again.” Steve adds. “But well, you know most of our challenges display an easy winner. This one’s a little harder to judge.” He sighs.

“Yeah uh- yeah I guess so.” You laugh nervously. “Kind of broad I guess.” You don’t know what to say. All you know is that Steve’s hands have moved so far up your thigh that if he moved the right way his knuckles would brush against your cunt, and Eddie’s lips are attached to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. You feel every muscle and nerve in your body wanting to pounce on both of them, but they hold you still, the two of them keeping their calm and cool demeanor.

You let out a whine when Eddie’s mouth finds a sweet spot on your neck. He laughs against your neck and you look at Steve who has the most innocent look splayed across his face.

“Does Eddie’s mouth feel good, baby?” Steve asks. The way the word ‘baby’ leaves his mouth makes your stomach flip. You squeeze your eyes closed as Eddie bites down gently on the spot, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“Steve asked you a question, princess. Answer him.” Eddie instructs against your neck.

You nod your head. “Yeah Stevie. Eddie’s mouth feels good.” You whimper out.

“Bet mine's better.” He shrugs.

You just hum, too encompassed by the feeling of pleasure to give him a real response.

Eddie decides you aren’t talking enough and wants to push you just a little more.

“Hey, Harrington. About our bet, think we should ask one of the babes that comes into Family Video to participate? She can let us know who eats pussy better, who fucks harder.” He asks with the wildest look in his eye. Of course Eddie doesn’t actually want to do that. He doesn’t give a shit about any of those girls. But the look in your eyes when he says that makes his heart absolutely pound, his dick straining against his black jeans.

Steve picks up on his game, ready to play. “That sounds like a great idea. Easy too, they’re always coming in to make some flirty comments at me, sure they wouldn’t mind a bit of you too.” He shrugs towards Eddie.

You see red. How could they sit there and make you feel so special before talking about sucking on another girl's cunt and giving her the pounding that you want. 

“Fuck you.” You spit, sitting up from where you were laying.

“Woah, woah. What’s the problem, baby?” Steve asks as if he didn’t have a clue in the world.

“You two sitting here talking about getting some girl off. That’s the problem.” You huff, standing from the couch. Eddie just laughs and Steve hides his smile. This just ticks you off even more. You want them to take you seriously. “How’d you feel if I sat here talking about taking some random guy's dick so far down my throat that I see stars? Hmm? Like that?”

Eddie stands from where he was seated on the ground, giving you the lightest push that sends you back onto the couch, onto Steve’s lap.

“That’s not fucking funny, princess.” He growls, bending over so that he’s eye level with you. Hearing you talking about sucking another guy off makes him feel a level of anger and jealousy that he hasn’t experienced before.

Steve’s arms encircle your waist., locking you into his lap. Your eyes go wide, Eddie’s never been angry with you before. You almost feel like cowering. But you don’t, remembering how his words made you feel just a moment ago.

“Yeah, well I’m not particularly enthralled with hearing about your dirty little whores either, Munson. Don’t give me that double standard bullshit.” You seethe.

They have you right where they want you. For months they’ve been trying to feel you out, see if you feel the same way about them as they do about you. Not wanting to hurt your friendship by making a move on a false sign. Now they have all the confirmation they need.

But for extra measure, Steve asks “Are you jealous, sweet girl?”

You huff. There’s no point in hiding it. It’s blatantly clear that you are enraged at the thought of either of them with another girl. “Is it that fucking obvious, Steve?” You say.

“Hey, be nice to Harrington, he didn't do anything to you.” Eddie scolds.

You just look at him like you’re about to cry. You love Eddie, but the thought of him with another girl makes you want to rip his head off.

Eddie sees the look on your face and fesses up. “Look, princess. I was never going to do that. Steve wasn’t either. Just trying to rile you up.”

You look at him with your brows knit in confusion.

You feel Steve nod on your shoulder. “It’s true, baby. We weren’t going to touch any other girl. We’re your boys.” He speaks gently, beside your ear.

“M-my boys?”

Eddie nods, while Steve squeezes his arms around you tighter. “Of course, I haven’t even looked at another girl since you’ve been here. Same with Steve. You have us both in the palm of your pretty little hand.” Eddie says, his hands coming down to cup the sides of your face.

You feel your heart rate pick up. You had no idea they felt that way. For months you thought you were crazy for feeling the way you do about the two of them.

“Princess, can I kiss you?” Eddie asks with sincerity in his tone. “I’ve just been wanting to for so long.” His voice sounds nervous. Eddie isn’t scared of anything. He’s been through so much, nothing phases him anymore. But right now he’s absolutely terrified of your rejection.

You nod your head quickly. “Please. Yes please.”

He takes a seat beside you and Steve on the couch. Eddie brings his hand up to hold your chin and jaw, this is the most gentle he’s ever been around you.

He looks at Steve. “Is it okay if I kiss her first, Steve?” He asks so softly that Steve wants to kiss him.

Steve shifts you on his lap so that you’re facing Eddie better. “Make her tremble, Munson. I want to feel it.” He replies.

Eddie leans in carefully, and places his lips on yours. His lips are hot, almost as if he’s been biting on them. The kiss is slow, but intimate and full of unspoken months of lust. As his tongue slides into your mouth you feel Steve’s lips attach to your neck. As Eddie deepens the kids, you grind your ass down into Steve’s crotch out of instinct. You feel Steve groan and chuckle against your neck

“Munson kissing you real good sweetheart?” Steve asks, breathing against your neck.

‘Mhm’ you moan into Eddie’s mouth. His grip is now hard on your chin, almost as if he’s clinging to you, scared of you leaving. Your hands find the back of his head, gripping his hair. A small tug causes Eddie to whimper into your mouth. It’s endearing and the sound makes you shift off of Steve’s lap, swinging your leg over to straddle Eddie. Both of his hands find your ass, gripping hard and desperate. He rocks your hips into him and you have to detach your mouth from his just to catch your breath.

Steve takes this opportunity to take your head in his hands, looking into your eyes with the silent question of ‘can I kiss you now?’

You answer by bringing your lips to his. Steve kisses you like his life depends on it. Where Eddie started off gentle, Steve is all consuming right from the start. Where Eddie savoured the sweet taste of your lips, Steve devours the taste like a starved man. Two very different approaches, both of which you needed desperately.

Eddie continues to rut your hips against his while Steve kisses you like your mouth is the air he breathes. Eddie’s come back to your neck, leaving small kisses over all the bite marks he made.

A smile whine leaves your mouth as Steve pulls away from the kiss. You’re about to protest, but stop when Steve grabs Eddie’s chin, pulling him for a kiss. You watch lustfully and greedily as the two of them share an intimate kiss. You can tell by the way their mouths move together that this isn’t the first time they’ve kissed. Hell, it’s not even the second. It’s like they both know exactly what they need from each other and have no problem fulfilling that need.

When they break away from the kiss, Steve blushes and Eddie answers your reaction with a smirk. “Like watching us, princess?”

You nod, eyes wide and blown out in lust. “I uh- have you guys-?”

“We told you, sweetheart, no girls since you moved in. You’re the only girl we want.” Steve smiles in response.

“But of course we still have needs.” Eddie winks towards Steve. “You know, a little kissing here and there, some hand action.” He smirks watching your reaction.

The thought alone makes you blush.

“Friends gotta help each other out.” Steve shrugs. “Can we help you out, baby? Just want to make you feel good.”

You nod, and like lightning both of their mouths are on you again. Eddie’s lips are on yours with more hunger than his previous kiss. Steve is sucking and biting at your neck so hard that you know it will leave you marked up. You grind down into Eddie with force, suddenly aware of his hardened dick in his pants underneath you. He groans into your mouth and his hands find their way under your shirt. He breaks the kiss only for a moment to bring your shirt over your head and discard it somewhere in the living room. Eddie is pleased to be met with your bare tits.

“No bra, princess?” He remarks with a smirk.

Steve’s lips leave your neck as he sits back to watch. “What? You didn’t see her hard nipples poking through her shirt earlier?” Steve laughs.

“No I did. Just like to tease.” He grins.

Eddie’s lips find your collarbone, grabbing one of your breasts with one hand and your hip with the other, to ensure you keep rocking back and forth on his lap. Steve’s mouth greedily starts kissing and licking at your other breast. His tongue swirls around your nipple, and with no mouth on yours to stifle the noise, the whimpers and moans coming out of you are pornographic. Steve gently bites down on your nipple and you let out a cry of pleasure. Your hand flies down to press against Steve’s crotch, your palm feeling his hard dick straining against his jeans.

Steve bucks his hips up into your palm, and you try but fail to undo his pants. He moves your hand. “Uh uh baby, you first.” He says, his lips pink from kissing your body.

Eddie chuckles into your neck, kissing his way up to your mouth. He stops, looking you dead in the eyes. “Want to do something for us?” Eddie asks. You nod fervently. “I want you to tell us who can eat that sweet little pussy better. How’s that sound, princess? Can you do that for us?” He almost bats his lashes. Your thighs squeeze together at opposite sides of his legs at the thought of both of them attending to your needs.

“Of course Eds.” You whisper.

Eddie’s grin grows so big you’re scared that it might split his face in two. He turns to Steve. “Hear that, pretty boy? She’s going to let us have a taste of that sweet sweet pussy.”

You look to Steve to see that his face displays that of a man who’s won the lottery. Eddie stands up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his waist in the process. He holds you by your ass as the two boys walk out of the living room.

“Where are you taking me?” You whisper in Eddie’s ear.

“Harrington’s room. He’s got a nice big bed for us, princess.” He smiles, rubbing your ass through your shorts. You can’t help the smile that grows on your face.

You hear Steve open the door and Eddie runs in, dropping you on the bed. You’re immediately surrounded in plush comforter and what seems like the most comfortable mattress you’ve ever been on. You’re brought back to the moment when Steve’s hands gently reach into the waistband of your sleep shorts. He looks at you, asking for permission to take them off. You lift your hips in response, and he starts sliding them down so carefully that you could melt into his touch. Once off, Steve gently places them down beside his bed.

Both boys stand over you, staring at your naked body hungrily. You blush, and go to cover yourself up, but Eddie grabs your wrist.

“Nope. No way, princess. You’re too good to cover up.” He licks his lips. “I got your lips first, so I’ll be nice and let Stevie have the first taste.” Eddie grabs you by the inside of your thighs, slowly spreading them open for the other boy.

Steve wastes no time positioning his face between your legs. He first runs his thumb up your slit, feeling your wetness. His eyes looked glazed over and lolled. “Fuck, she’s soaking wet for us Eddie.” He smiles. Steve grabs the other boy’s hand, bringing it down to your cunt. Eddie copies Steve’s actions with his index finger.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.” Eddie groans, before coming over to lay beside you. He props himself onto his side with his arm, watching you. Eddie doesn’t want to miss a thing, he wants every single reaction, every movement, every twitch of a nerve.

You feel Steve’s breath on your cunt before his tongue. The presence of his face between your legs is intoxicating. You feel like your entire body is vibrating with electricity. Steve slowly licks a stripe up your slit, collecting your wetness on his tongue. He moans at the taste. “Eddie, she tastes so fucking good. Come here.” Eddie is quick to slide down the bed to where Steve is.

Steve pulls him in for a kiss, letting Eddie taste you from his tongue. The sight alone could make you come, but they stop, and Steve guides Eddie’s face down to your dripping pussy. Eddie goes in, his tongue instantly plunging into your hole. One of your hands comes flying down to clench a fistful of his hair, causing him to moan into your cunt.

“Shit.” You cry out. They’ve barely even touched you and you’re a shaking mess.

“Hold on baby, we have so much more to give you.” Steve states. Eddie moves his head away, allowing Steve to go back in.

Steve flicks his tongue gently at your clit, sending your back arching off of the bed. This time you grab for Steve’s hair, and he makes such a pretty little whine when you do.

“Uh oh, princess is messing up pretty boy’s hair.” Eddie remarks.

Steve pulls away only to say “I don’t care. She could ruin me and I’d thank her.” Before diving back in.

His words mixed with the feeling of his tongue against your clit makes your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sight of Steve eating your pussy and you barely holding on makes Eddie so hot that he has to take his shirt off followed by his tight black jeans that were absolutely suffocating his dick. You take a moment to enjoy the scene before you. Eddie’s almost naked body covered in all the ink you love so much, and Steve’s beautiful face attached to your cunt, his eyes staring up at you with the most pussy achingly submissive look on his face.

Eddie shoves his way in, mumbling something about you not making enough noise. His face replaces Steve’s, the contrast in their oral technique instantly apparent. Eddie has no issue running his teeth along you and sucking so hard that your legs involuntarily kick their way up around his shoulders, squeezing his face. His low chuckle into your pussy makes you let out a scream that you didn’t know you had in you. He’s rough, in the best way possible. Eddie knows exactly how to get you there fast. But when you’ve almost hit your peak, you tap his head to get him to move. You need Steve’s gentle touch to coax you though your orgasm or you might just cry.

“Stevie, I need you to make me come. Be nice please.” You whisper.

Eddie grins, and Steve is quick to follow instruction. His tongue movements are calculated. Every single one deliberate and bringing you exactly to where you need to be.

“Come for Steve, princess.” Eddie says for the other boy, whose mouth is too occupied with your pussy to speak.

Within seconds you are climaxing against his tongue. Eddie grabs your hand in his, and you squeeze tightly. Steve’s chest feels warm listening to all the sweet moans and whimpers leaving your lips. He knows precisely how to move his tongue to help you ride through your orgasm without overstimulating your pussy. When he knows you’re spent, he places the most gentle kiss to your clit, trailing small kisses up your pelvic bone to your belly.

He watches you, eyes lolled. Your breathing is ragged and your chest and face are adorned with a blush and some sweat.

“Such a good girl. Giving us an orgasm like that.” Eddie coos in your ear, twirling some of your hair around between his fingers.

Steve rests his head on your tummy, Eddie’s in the crook of your neck. Their hands still trail all over your body absentmindedly as they give you time to relax and regulate your breathing.

You can tell when your relaxed state turns back into a heightened one, because suddenly Steve’s touch is giving you tingles of pleasure again, and you have to stifle a moan from the feeling of Eddie’s erection pressing into your thigh. You reach your hand down to grasp Eddie’s cock through his boxers. His breathing picks up, you can feel it against your neck.

“Still want to play, princess?” He groans out.

“I haven’t gotten to feel either of you inside of me yet.” You whisper, almost embarrassed at the words leaving your lips. “And look at the two of you. All worked up. Can’t leave you like that.”

“You have no idea how many times you’ve left us like that, sweetheart.” Eddie smirks.

“Well it’s not happening anymore.” You quip back.

“Oh yeah?” Eddie raises his eyebrows with a grin.

“Never.” You speak seriously this time, looking between the two of them. “Just need to feel you both. Right now.” You practically whine, the words dripping from your mouth. 

“Oh baby, we can arrange that.” Steve smiles, looking up at you. “S’long as you think you can take it today, sweet girl.”

You nod your head eagerly. “‘Course Stevie.”

The boys exchange a knowing look as Steve sits up. Eddie grabs your face, your cheek resting in his palm. “Steve’s going to fuck you first sweetheart, that okay?” Eddie asks, his thumb stroking your cheek. You nod, your eyes lost in his. “That means I get your mouth first, princess.” He grins wickedly. His dick twitches in his boxers when he witnesses your pupils dilate at his words.

Steve’s hands find your hips, pulling you on top of him to straddle his still fully clothed body. His arms hug you into him. He’s so soft and needy. His hurried lips find yours, feeling lost without the connection. His kiss is much gentler this time, almost as if he’s nervous. When he separates from you to take a breath, you take the opportunity to rid him of his shirt.

Eddie taps your ass, signaling for you to sit up from Steve’s lap for a moment, you do so, your chest coming up to meet Steve’s face. With your tits pressed against his face, Steve feels like he might just die in this moment.

Eddie undoes Steve’s jeans, pulling them down with his briefs. His ringed fingers grasp your hips, slowly sitting you back down in Steve’s lap. You immediately feel Steve’s bare cock, hard beneath your cunt.

“Happy now, princess?” Eddie asks with a smile.

“Very. Thank you Eds.” You blush.

You look at Steve who looks like his eyes might pop out of his head. His heart is beating so fast he’s scared it might explode. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. He’s comfortable around you and had no problem kissing you and putting his face between your thighs. He feels a warmth in his chest. He thinks he might love you.

“Hey, you with me, Stevie?” You ask with a gentle touch on the side of his face, bringing him back to the moment. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You whisper.

“No!” He rushes. “I want to. I do. Just in my own head.” He admits. He doesn’t bother putting on an act around you.

You smile a lopsided smile at him. You look down to see Eddie is holding Steve’s hand from where he stands beside the bed. You don’t say anything, but you get butterflies in your stomach and your heart flutters with warmth.

Eddie rubs circles on the back of Steve’s hand, just as he did yours, to soothe the boy from his own nerves.

“Well I’m just going to sit here, okay Steve? And when you decide you want to, you can. If you change your mind that’s okay, baby.” You whisper into his ear. The vibration of your voice sends chills all over his body, his dick automatically responding by twitching beneath you.

“Nothing’s going to change right?” He whispers watching your eyes. “You won’t hate me after?”

There it is. The reason he’s scared. He doesn’t want to lose you. He can’t lose you.

“Stevie, I love you and I always will. Nothing is going to change that. Ever.” You reassure.

It’s true. Steve’s had your heart since like sophomore year. Your friendship with him almost destroyed your heart a million times over. Just wanting more. Then Eddie Munson came into the picture. Hot metal head, total freak, exact opposite of Steve Harrington. But for some reason your heart tugged you towards him as well. It left you pining after the two of them for years, feeling as though it might split your heart in half. Your feelings refusing to let up on either of them.

Steve’s gentle “Can I fuck you now, pretty?” pulls you from your thoughts.

You nod your head eagerly. “Please.”

He lifts your hips just slightly, grabbing his cock in one hand and positioning it at your entrance. Steve and Eddie both watch your face as he slides you down onto his dick slowly. Your chest is heavy with an overwhelming feeling of wholeness.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.” He groans as you sink all the way down to the hilt. Your pussy clenches around him at his words. “So responsive too. Not going to last long if you keep clenching on me like that.” He chuckles.

You start to rise and sink onto his cock, finding a rhythm, the only noise in the room being the obscene sound of your squelching and yours and Steve’s shared pants and moans.

You look up to see Eddie watching you from where he stands beside you. “Such a good girl, taking Harrington like that. Like Stevie’s big cock in your tight little pussy?”

You nod, already out of breath. Your hands leave Steve’s shoulders to tug Eddie’s boxers down. Your eyes wide at his size and you hear him chuckle.

“Don’t worry if you can’t take it all-” Eddie starts but you cut him off when you take his dick in your mouth.

You bob your head all the way down his shaft until your nose is met with Eddie’s pubic hair. The feeling of his dick in the back of your throat makes tears start to form in your eyes. He stares at you wide eyed in disbelief. You come back for air, your mouth making a popping noise coming off of his cock.

“What was that, Munson?” You ask, brow arched. Steve just laughs as he continues to fuck up into you.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl.” Eddie grunts.

You put your mouth back onto his cock, bobbing your head up and down. Eddie grabs your hair in his fist, the pull causing you to moan around his dick. He bucks his hips into your mouth involuntarily as Steve relentlessly thrusts his cock into you, you bouncing up and down to meet his rhythm.

You feel your core tightening, each thrust bringing you closer to climax. You release Eddie’s cock from your mouth, pumping him in your hand instead. You’re panting so hard you can barely breathe. 

“Steve, I’m g- gonna come.” You whine out.

Steve grips your hips even harder, flipping you over so that your back is on the bed. “Look so pretty beneath me.” He pants out, continuing his pace, fucking you deeper than you thought possible.

“I-I need you to let me come.” You moan out.

The two boys share a look. “What do you mean?” Eddie asks, kneeling down beside you on the bed. “Do you need Steve to tell you to-” Eddie looks up at Steve with wide eyes. Steve’s pace stutters for only a second.

They both look at you, mesmerized that their new girl has a little trick.

“Oh Steve, she’s being so good. You should let her come.” Eddie bats his eyelashes up at Steve.

You nod your head. “So good. Please Stevie.” You practically cry out.

He smirks down at the both of you. “Of course baby.” He coos. “You’re so good. Come for me baby, give me that orgasm.”

And just like that you’re contracting around his dick, yelling out a string of profanities as Eddie kisses your neck to soothe you through your orgasm.

Steve pulls out and you whimper at the loss of contact, hands shooting out to grab for him.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Just letting Eds have a turn.” He reassures.

The two boys lift you up, positioning you on all fours. You feel Eddie’s fingers trail down your spine, the bed dipping behind you from his weight. Steve is in front of you, his fingers gently pulling your chin up so he can look at you.

“Still with us? Need to let us know if you want to stop.” He checks in, his eyes searching yours with sincerity.

“Please don’t stop.” You speak. The two boys share a grin that you can’t see.

“You’re such a good fucking girl.” Steve coos. “Gonna make me come with that mouth of yours?”

You nod, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue like you’re getting your throat checked at the doctors. He takes the welcoming invitation, sliding his cock into your mouth.

“Taste that, baby? That’s all you. Tastes good huh?” He speaks as he thrusts in and out of your mouth slowly.

You make a muffled ‘mhmm’ noise around his cock and he tips his head back, the vibration making his dick twitch in your mouth.

You feel Eddie run two fingers up your slit and your back automatically arches, jutting your ass in the air to give him easier access to your cunt.

“So fucking pretty. So fucking responsive.” Eddie groans behind you.

Eddie takes his cock into his hand, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushes the tip in, letting you slowly adjust. The sound you make around Steve’s cock is obscene. Eddie slides himself in further, hand gripping your ass in an attempt to stop himself from pounding in and out of you relentlessly, the tight squeeze of your cunt around his cock making it a very difficult task.

“Jesus Christ, princess.” Eddie growls. “Your pretty little cunt is so desperate she’s sucking me right in.”

You clench around him, and Eddie loses focus, thrusting into you and bottoming out. You and Eddie both moan at the feeling, Steve at sight in front of him.

Eddie starts to fuck in and out of you at a fast pace, and you’re mentally thanking him for letting Steve work you in first. His pace is relentless, hands gripping onto your hips so hard that you know it will leave bruises.

“Shit she feels so good, Steve.” Eddie pants. “How’s that mouth of hers treating you?”

“So good, Eds.” He whimpers out in response.

Steve is barely holding on. Between the feeling of your mouth and the porno playing out in front of him, he’s buzzing and just on the cusp of his own climax. Your tongue licking up and down the downside of his shaft, teasing when you get up to the tip, is ultimately what gets him to that edge.

“Hold her up, I want to come on her tits.” Steve instructs the other boy, pulling out of your mouth in the process.

Eddie wraps a large hand around your neck, bringing your back up to meet his chest, his pace not faltering once. The new position has his dick hitting your insides in a different way. You feel so full that you let out a scream of pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes again from the feeling.

“This okay, princess?” Eddie checks in.

You nod as best you can with his hand around your throat. “So fucking good Eds.” You whimper.

The sound throws Steve over the edge. You and Eddie watch as hot ropes of Steve’s come coat your tits and stomach.

Steve, completely spent from his orgasm, sits in front of you and watches the two of you. His eyes are fucked out and his cheeks are flushed to the most beautiful tone of pink. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair, taking a breath.

You watch as his blissful eyes widen. “Woah, Eddie I can fucking see your dick inside of her.”

Eddie is quick to look down, a face splitting grin appearing on the boy. With the hand that isn’t holding your throat, he grabs your hand, pressing it firmly on your stomach. “Feel that?”

The feeling makes you moan. You feel as he moves in and out of you, your hand now sticky with Steve’s come that coats your stomach. The feeling brings you close to your climax, desperate to let go.

“Eddie, can I come?” You whimper.

“Oh you’re so good.” He coos. “But not yet, I think you can hold on just a little longer.” He chuckles darkly. You watch as Steve smirks up at the boy.

You whine at his response. “Oh come on! Please!” You cry out.

“Keep acting like that and I’ll never let you come. Be a good girl.” He instructs.

His hand leaves yours on your stomach, coming down to play with your clit. You let out a moan that is more of a scream, aching for release.

“You can come when I come.” He says firmly. “How about you get Harrington here to help us out.”

“Stevie please. Please Steve, I want to come so bad.” You practically cry.

Steve sits up, gripping Eddie’s chin in his hands. He places his lips onto Eddie’s, the kiss is desperate. Eddie is needy, the heated kiss bringing him right where he needs to be. His thrusts become harder, his climax approaching quickly.

His lips pull away from Steve’s to search for air. “Okay, sweetheart.” He breathes. “Come for me. Now.”

Just like that you’re coming undone. Your thighs are tensing up as your orgasm rips through your body. You feel Eddie’s dick twitch, his come shooting inside of you. Your entire body is shaking from the immense pleasure. Eddie is desperately kissing your neck as Steve leaves pecks all over your face and lips, little praises of ‘good girl’ leaving his lips.

Eddie continues to fuck his come up into until a mixture of your fluids is dripping out of your cunt and down your legs. His pace finally slows, his dick still resting inside of you. Pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, Eddie holds your hips steady as he pulls out of you.

Steve sets off to get a damp towel to clean you off with. When he returns, he sees Eddie massaging your scalp, your head lolled back into his chin. Steve wipes you down and then dries you off, all the while enjoying your new found discovery that Eddie Munson gives the absolute best head rubs.

When you’re all cleaned off, Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you both down to lay in Steve’s bed. Steve falls down beside the both of you, your body being squished in the most pleasant way by your clingy, touchy boys.

“So.” Eddie smirks. “Who’s better in bed?”

You roll your eyes as the two boys stare at you, waiting for an answer. How could you choose? They are both so perfect in their own ways, two complete opposites, both meeting and exceeding your needs.

“Both. Just both. I need you both, how could I ever choose.” You breathe out.

“Guess that means we will just need to have a tie-breaker?” Steve suggests, making you and Eddie smile.

“Guess so Harrington, bring your A game because I’m taking you down.” Eddie laughs.

You giggle at the two of them, perfectly content with the idea that this is more than a one time thing.

Eddie’s hands run through your hair again, Steve’s finding your thighs, rubbing them with soothing circles.

“I meant what I said earlier.” You speak. “I really do love you Stevie.”

“I love you too.” He smiles.

You turn to Eddie, his eyes watching you. Waiting. Hoping.

“I love you too Eddie. So much.” You admit.

His eyes crinkle with a smile at your words, relief washing over him.

“Well I was really hoping you’d say that. Because I’m fucking unbelievably in love with you, princess.” He laughs.

You look between the two boys. “Is that okay? That I love you both?” You ask nervously. It seems silly considering the intimate experience you just had with both boys, but you still feel that you need their approval.

“Of course you can. We both love you. And we love each other too.” Steve says, looking at Eddie with a blush.

“We are just glad you’re on the same page as us now, princess.” Eddie smiles, his face buried into your hair.

Eddie is cuddled into your side and your head rests on Steve’s chest, his arm wrapped around both you and Eddie.

Steve places small kisses on your nose and rubs Eddie’s head until all three of you fall asleep in a tangle of limbs in his bed. Steve doesn’t mind sharing at all. It’s only fair, his bed is the biggest and comfiest.

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Eddie Munson x Henderson!Sister Reader

Part 1

Summary: You loved him so much you had to let him go so he could pursue his dreams. But years later after Robin, Steve, and your brother score tickets to a Corroded Coffin concert being held nearby, you take a chance and tag along. After all, it was a big venue and there’s no way Eddie would be able to pick you out in the crowd, right?

Content Warning: This fic will contain strong language, explicit sexual themes, mentions of alcohol and drugs, brief mention of sickness for those with Emetophobia (but not descriptive). I will update this as needed! 

A/N: I’ve been on a HUGE Bad Omens kick recently and from that, the idea for this fic was born. I do hope you enjoy and as always, thank you so incredibly much for the likes, reblogs, replies, and messages you wonderful human beings leave. You all are always appreciated and so very loved! Please let me know what you think! I know it’s a bit short but the installments will lengthen as the story progresses.

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Eddie Munson x Married FemReader One shot Part 2

TW: Smutolicous, Smut-o-Rama, Smut, NSFW, Dubious Consent, Cheating, Squirting, Toys, Insults, Idk what else. Don’t try this at home unless, but if you do I want to hear about it.

Thanks to @loveshotzz & @myobmaya who feed my Eddie brain rot.

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The screen door of your trailer whines as you push it open. Stepping out into humid air, it slams closed behind you with a loud whhhacck. Your eyes crinkle at the edges as you watch with amusement as a blonde with a ponytail and perky tits storms out of Eddie’s trailer. He follows right behind her, bare-chested in a pair of sweats, throwing his hand in the air. 

“Oh. Come on.”

“Screw you!” She screams at him over her shoulder as she gets in her car and drives off. He stands with his hands on hips, watching her drive down the road. With your arms crossed, you saunter across the street to chat with your neighbor. 

“Another satisfied customer?” You ask, coming to a stop beside him.

“Hardly,” he says, watching her car kick up a cloud of dust as it heads down the road.

“What’s the matter? You couldn’t get her off?” He squares up to you, standing closer than considered polite.

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Eddie Munson 18+ Audio Masterlist

Warning: all audios are nsfw and 18+ only. Erocast links may take a bit longer to load, try to be patient and enjoy~

⚠️ = tw (e.g, cnc, stepcest, blood play etc)

Cute, inexperienced, nerdy Eddie finally gets to fuck you

Your FWB, Eddie, made plans with his friend, Steve Harrington, to share you

Eddie being the sweetest boyfriend in existence and making you feel good

Shy best friend Eddie fucks you just like you‘ve always wanted

Eddie gets jealous when he finds you flirting with other guys at Steve Harrington’s party

Your roommate who you used to hook up with, and her boyfriend Eddie, offer you to join them (she kind of sounds like Robin to me actually…)

Vampire Eddie finds you alone in the woods ⚠️

Eddie is sick of being stuck in the friendzone and takes what is his⚠️⚠️

You finally meet up with your LDR boyfriend Eddie, only to discover he’s a virgin

Ex-boyfriend Eddie is VERY upset about your breakup and leaves a bitter voicemail for you

Best friend Eddie discovers your choking kink

Eddie loves his plus size gf

Modern day Eddie fucks you while he games - and his friends can hear everything

You and Eddie join the mile high club

You and Eddie lose your virginities together

You get Eddie to dress up in a maid outfit - he still likes to dom you though

Professor!Eddie fucks you after dreaming about it for years

Husband!Dad!Eddie taking care of you, his wife, the way you deserve

Mean!Eddie finally fucks you after you confess that you have a crush on him

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Together - Steddie

Steve sees how nervous Eddie makes you, and it gives him an idea...

CW:| 8.4k | 18+!!! domsub dynamic, dom!Eddie, daddy!Steve, Master , Sir, bratty reader, sub reader, fem reader , rough rough mean! Eddie, degradation (slut whore) , face slapping, choking, spit?, oral (m receiving), perv? Steve, p in v sex, lots of pet names because I hate "y/n"

AN: Inspired by this post ! I kind of view this as a precursor to my entire Steddie! writing universe.. I hope you all love it as much as I do. As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcome. - Vi

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Together 

“You’re sure?” Steve asks, his eyes on you as you slip your skirt on over your lace thong. Your top half is clad in a strappy red bustier, your tits practically spilling out over the flimsy material. 

You nod at your boyfriend. “I’m sure Stevie. Are you sure?” you reply, putting the collared sweater on over your top. 

The boy nods, biting his lip as you walk toward him, standing between his legs as he sits on his bed. You comb your hand through his hair, smiling down at him. His hands reach up under your skirt, grabbing your ass.

“He’ll be here soon, let’s go downstairs,” he says, giving you a light smack before getting up, grabbing your hand and guiding you downstairs. 

It had all started just a few weeks ago. Steve had noticed when you came to surprise him while he was at work. -

“Hi baby,” Steve says as you approach the counter. “What’s this?” He asks as you hand him the coffee you brought to surprise him. 

“Just thought you could use a pick me up,” You smile at your boy. You were planning on running in and kissing him all over, but there was someone else blocking your way.

“You’re the best baby, thank you,” Steve smiles back at you, taking the coffee and kissing your cheek. “Oh, yeah baby you know Eddie,” Steve says, remembering the boy in front of him dressed in all black. 

Your cheeks heat up at the way Eddie looks at you, unashamedly looking your body up and down as he flips a lighter around in his hand. You didn’t know Eddie well, but knew that he and Steve have gotten closer over the past year or so. He didn’t scare you necessarily, but he did make you a little nervous. He’s intimidating, with his dark style and obscure interests, and every time he looked at you, it always felt like he was seeing right through you. 

“Yeah. H-hi,” you stutter, stumbling over your words slightly. 

Eddie’s smirk is wolffish as he notices your nerves. “Hi,” he chuckles at your shyness. “It’s okay, I don’t bite.”

“That’s a lie,” Steve scoffs and your eyes flick to him quickly. You’re no angel, but Steve rarely talks or jokes about sex with anyone while you’re there- he’s typically very protective and private…

“Wouldn’t you like to know Harrington,” Eddie winks at him. Your core tightens as the two boys seemingly flirt in front of you. You look at Steve, a blush coating your cheeks at the interaction, but he just shrugs before he has to turn his attention to a different customer at opposite end of the counter. 

Then, just a few days later, you lazily walked down the stairs at Steve’s house.  It was late, and you had just woken up after you had fallen asleep doing homework on his bed. And when you realized Steve wasn’t still in bed with you, you decided to get up and go find him. 

“Steve?” you ask, seeing the downstairs light on. You walk down tentatively, wearing only one of his big shirts and your underwear. 

“Down here sweetie,” Steve calls back to you, and as you round the corner you realize he isn’t alone. 

You are met with a grinning Steve and Eddie, sitting next to each other casually on the couch as a horror movie of some sort plays quietly in the background.

You stop in your tracks, suddenly feeling very exposed. “Oh uh- s sorry I’ll change,” you say, about to turn back up the stairs. 

But Eddie’s voice rings out , stopping you in your tracks “Don’t change on my account,” he says. “I  don’t mind.”

“Yeah honey come sit, it’s okay,” Steve adds, waving you over to him. 

You look at your boyfriend questioningly, unused to him being so comfortable with you being exposed in front of his friends. But it seems like his relationship with Eddie is…different. You walk toward them slowly, feeling their eyes on you. You land in front of the couch where they’re both man-spreading, creating little to no space for you to join them. 

Eddie looks from you to Steve as you shift awkwardly in front of them. “She’s so pretty Steve,” Eddie says, and your eyes widen. Your nerves are buzzing through your body, mixed with an unknown excitement at being looked at like prey by the two men. 

“She is isn’t she?” Steve replies . He grabs your hand gently and pulls you to sit on his lap. You shift so you’re half on him, half off, one knee slightly brushing Eddie’s, and it makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. Your heart flutters slightly and a tinge of guilt enters your brain, but it clears as you feel Steve’s semi-hard on beneath you.

“What do you say when someone compliments you?” Steve asks, his voice low in your ear. You look at him nervously, his dominance coming through in front of the other boy. You feel weak. 

“Th-Thank you,” you whisper, before turning to curl your face into Steve, hiding. 

“Aw, and you’ve taught her manners. Such a good girl,” Eddie taunts, his voice condescending as he talks down to you. It’s different than when Steve says it. Steve is always so sweet and loving, but how Eddie says it is…almost rude, patronizing. And it makes you melt. The way they are talking to and about you, so condescending and casual, makes you start to slip down into a cloudy headspace - one you’re only used to being in with Steve.

“Did you need something sweetie?” Steve asks you softly. You shake your head into his neck. “Jus’ wanted to see where you were,” you admit. 

Steve kisses your forehead. “Okay honey. Then go back upstairs and let Daddy finish talking with his friend,” he says, moving you so you’re standing up again. 

Your breath hitches at the use of his title in front of the other boy. Your heart is pounding as you look at Eddie, who’s watching you with a devilish grin. You stand there, dumbfounded by the dynamic in the room, and so horribly turned on. 

Then, Eddie sits up, his boots shifting on the ground by the couch. “Didn’t you hear him? Go Upstairs,” he demands, his voice unwavering and strong. You’re shocked, unmoving. 

“Now,” Eddie commands, and it stirs you out of your frozen state. You nod quickly and nearly run up the stairs, both slightly frightened, and extremely flustered. You end up back in Steve’s room, your back against the door as you find yourself trying to catch your breath 

What just happened? 

-

You end up falling back asleep in Steve’s big bed, your mind drifting to thoughts of Steve…and Eddie. You almost feel guilty, but you also can’t help the burning feeling you have that Steve was doing this to you on purpose. 

You’re startled by Stevie coming to cuddle next to you in bed. 

“Hi Honey,” he whispers in the dim light, kissing your neck. 

“Mmmm, hi,” you hum, turning to face him. 

Steve smiles at your sleepy face. “Thank you for being so good for me earlier,” he says, moving some of your hair behind your ear. 

“Of course,” you reply. “Was a little surprised but…I kind of liked it,” you admit. But Steve already knew that. He knows you, knows what you like, knows what you might like. His smile grows. 

He sits up taller, guiding you to do the same. 

“I have..an idea,” he starts. He’s a little hesitant, and it makes you nervous. You look at him expectantly, grabbing his hand in encouragement. 

“Well,” he says, taking his lip between his teeth. “You know you’re mine, right baby?” He asks. 

You nod. 

“And when something is yours, you get to decide what to do with it,” Steve continues. Your heart is pounding, unsure of where he’s leading this. 

“And I want to lend you to Eddie.”

Your stomach drops. Lend you to Eddie? Meaning…

“He likes to play like we do, but he’s a little rougher. And I thought it would be nice to lend him my good little girl to play with. I know you’ve wanted to brat a little more and it’s hard in our dynamic…I’ll be there too to watch,” Steve explains. Your brain can barely process what he’s suggesting, but the heat in your cheeks , and between your legs, is telling. 

Steve observes you, taking in your flustered expression. “Is that something you’d like to do?” He asks. And you know that if you said no, he’d respect it- drop it completely. 

But you’re tempted. You can’t believe it’s even a possibility. And the thought of Steve watching while Eddie….

You nod, biting your lip as your eyes search Steve’s for confirmation. He takes your hands in his, squeezing tightly. “Y-yes,” you breathe out. “I think I’d like that a lot.”

A smirk spreads across his handsome face. “Good girl.”

-

And that’s how you ended up here, walking downstairs to await Eddie’s arrival to your “movie night”, or as Steve called it, your play date with the metal head. 

Steve had told Eddie of your hard limits, and explained the nature of your dynamic - how you’re a little bratty, very subby, and that you refer to him as Daddy. He let Eddie in on your nature, the way you react to certain things, some of what you two have explored and what you are interested in exploring more…He gave Eddie the full scope of your dynamic, and was excited to let him corrupt you even more.

You sit on the couch patiently, watching Steve as he disappears into the kitchen. Your heart is racing in anticipation. Your teeth are etched into your lip, biting as you try not to let your brain wander too far into what could possibly occur tonight. That’s when you hear it -

A knock on the door. 

Your head turns quickly at the sound, the knock ringing through the silent house. “Answer it baby,” Steve instructs you, poking his head from around the corner. 

You get up slowly, your legs feeling shaky with nerves. You’re not sure what to expect- you’ve never interacted with Eddie much by yourself, and you know Steve is here too but it’s still intimidating. You try to steady your breathing as your hand reaches for the door.

You open it slowly, revealing Eddie in all black, a flimsy black backpack with him. 

He’s smiling that wolffish grin at you, seeming to have little to no nerves about the situation at hand. His frame naturally towers over yours, and the darkness of his eyes adds makes your breathing stop. Your hand is clutching the doorknob, steadying yourself. 

“Hi little thing,” he smirks at you. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to play?” 

Your cheeks heat up and your eyes find your feet in embarrassment. You hear a small shuffle behind you and turn to see Steve watching the interaction , leaning against the wall. His presence calms you some, and his nod gives you the confidence to let Eddie in. 

“S-sorry. Hi Eddie,” you smile meekly at the tall boy, moving so he can walk past you into the house. You close the door behind him, locking it promptly. 

“It’s okay. You’ll learn,” he says confidently, sauntering past you and Steve, into the living room. 

Your eyes lock with Steve again. “You okay?” he mouths, checking in on you. 

You give him a silent, quick nod. You wanted to do this. And Steve wanted it too. You force your legs to move, guiding you into the living room where you see Eddie sitting on the couch. 

He’s man-spread, elbows on his knees as he watches you, waits for you. His gaze sends a warmth to your core, your nerves tumbling around and already starting to turn you on. 

You approach him and stand with your hands behind your back, your feet rubbing against each other in your white socks. “Can I get you something to drink?” you ask, your voice coming out barely above a whisper. You curse yourself for not being able to speak up, your nerves apparent.

A quirked smirk grows on Eddie’s face. His eyes flick behind you to Steve standing not too far away, observing the interaction. 

“No, thank you sweetheart,” Eddie responds. You move to sit next to him on the couch, unsure how close to sit to him, but as soon as your bum hits the couch, you’re stopped. 

“Ah - ah. No,” Eddie says, a hand coming to wrap around your wrist. His touch is cold, the rings on his fingers heavy and pressing against your skin. 

“Kneel,” he demands, his voice calm and direct, but stern in the way he addresses you. He points with his free hand to the spot in front of him. 

“Right there. In front of me,” he explains. You move slowly, processing the demand. It’s already starting. 

You’re not unfamiliar with the kneeling position, it’s demeaning and absolutely an assertion of power. It’s a way Steve likes to help you drop into subspace, putting you below him - you’ve just never done it for anyone else. You drop to your knees on the floor, your skin scraping the carpet, and sit on your heels. Eddie releases your wrist and you let it lay on your lap with your other hand. As you look up at him through big eyes, you feel small, powerless. The feeling sends electricity to your core. You squeeze your thighs together slightly for some relief. 

“That’s it,” Eddie praises you, making your heart flutter. He leans forward, a hand coming to cup your chin, tilting it up slightly. “This is where you belong,” he states. 

“Looks good like this, doesn’t she Harrington?” he asks the other boy, but keeps his stare on you. It’s taking everything in you not to fidget, to squirm, you know it wouldn’t go unnoticed. 

“You should see what she looks like with her mouth full,” Steve comments. His tone of voice sends your heart fucking racing. He sounds strong yet arrogant. Cocky and dominant. The typical softness in his voice that he uses on you gone as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.

Eddie chuckles, moving his thumb to swipe across your lower lip. Your mouth parts automatically at his action and his eyes light up at your obedience. “Gonna explain a few things to you, get some things straight in your pretty little head,” Eddie says. 

He removes his hand, but your head stays tilted up, focused on him and only him. He’s already got you dropping in quickly.. “You call me Sir, or Master. You call Steve Daddy. Understand?” He asks, eyebrows raising. 

You swallow thickly. “ Y-yes Sir,” you reply, the title foreign on your tongue. You’ve never used a title on anyone but Steve, it feels strange, but enticing. You can feel the wetness growing between your legs, and suddenly are reminded that you actually have no idea if you’ll even get relief tonight. 

“Good,” Eddie says. 

“Good girl,” Steve adds quietly from behind you, reminding you of his presence, that you’re safe and protected. 

“Daddy Steve said you know the stoplight system, yes?” Eddie asks. 

“Yes Sir,” you respond. “Green for good, yellow for slow, red for stop.”

“Mmhmm,” Eddie murmurs. He praises significantly less than Steve does. It makes you want to earn those precious words from him so badly. 

“Let’s practice.” 

Before you even comprehend it, a hand flies to your cheek, smacking you hard.  Harder than you’re used to. It shocks you, making your mouth fall open in a gasp. The sting on your cheek lingers as Eddie asks - “Color?” 

It takes a short second for you to process, to decide. “G-Green,” you land on, sure, as you feel the smile start to creep on your face, the adrenaline rushing into your veins. 

You’re playing. You’re really playing with Eddie, and Steve is here and your veins are absolutely buzzing . 

Eddie’s eyes light up at your response, his tongue poking out slightly between his pink lips. His hand raises again and 

SMACK. 

He slaps, or hits,  you in the face again, harder than before. He must have moved his rings to his other hand because you didn’t feel them, but your jaw is now slack. Your breathing is rigid, your face turned to the side from the impact of the hit. Out of the corner of your blurry eye you could see Steve coming closer, a slightly worried look on his handsome face . 

But he must not see the look on yours- one of a dropped in sub, the glazed over eyes, the buzzing in your body, the slight fog in your head. You felt high. You started giggling a little to yourself from the shock of the hit. 

“Color?”  Eddie asks again, his gaze searching your face , learning about your pain tolerance and limits. 

You slowly turn your face back to him, cheek red. Your eyes are glinting with something devious, something dark within you being awakened. 

“So fuckin’ green,” you smirk, not recognizing the confidence in your own voice.

Eddie’s head quirks slightly, but he knows what this is. He knows exactly how to handle a little brat - especially one who’s never been truly broken. 

At your words his hand launches to your throat, choking you harshly. Your smirk still remains, though you are surprised by the action. Eddie easily uses his strength to bring your neck to the couch, pinning you so you are now leaned against it, ass on the floor and back being arched to accommodate the position. 

He raises his hand and slaps you again, with slightly more force than before, on your other cheek. It stings , and the pain registers something deep within you that feels so good. Your pussy starts to clench around emptiness as you continue to be manhandled. 

 “Watch your fucking mouth,”  Eddie spits at you from above.

Another slap makes you lose your smirk, replaced with a grimace as you hiss slightly from the pain.

“Think Daddy needs to start hitting you harder with a nasty mouth like that,” Eddie growls as he releases your throat for a moment, making you cough slightly. You catch your breath and his hand wraps right back around the soft skin.

Steve snickers. “She’s just testing you. Told you she was a little brat.” You hadn’t realized he had taken place in the seat adjacent from the couch, one leg over the knee of his other as he watches Eddie take control of you. 

Everything about the situation was setting your insides on fire. You were subconsciously gyrating your hips, looking for some sort of friction in between your legs. You’re looking up at Eddie with big, glassy eyes, waiting for his next move. “Look at you, little slut, your pussy already making your brain go dumb?” Eddie patronizes you, looking at the way you’re moving your hips. 

You’re still locked into place with his hand on your throat, but you nod your head as best as you can. “Daddy was right, you like being roughed up don’t you?” Eddie asks, releasing your throat and standing up tall, your face even with the bulge in his tight black jeans.

“Yes Sir. I love it,” you reply, eyes bouncing between his above you and the outline of his cock in front of your face. 

Eddie looks back at Steve, who is smiling, cheeks starting to burn red, as he takes in the sight of you. Your hair is already a little messed up, your clothes twisted this way and that, and your cheeks were red from the slapping. Your eyes are glossy, not quite crying but glazed over as the blood is rushing all over your body straight to the throbbing area between your legs. 

Eddie leans over to the black backpack sitting near you and opens it slowly. You can’t see what he’s rummaging around, and the anticipation makes your heart speed up. You hear a clanging that is somewhat familiar as Eddie pulls out a pair of red leather handcuffs, held together with a black chain. Your eyes widen. 

“Harrington said you’ve used cuffs before,” Eddie says, twirling them around in his finger. 

You whine quietly at the memory, Steve having you handcuffed above your head as he fucked into you hard and fast. “But tell him what happened baby,” Steve says from across the room.

Your face immediately reddens, your lip being taken between your teeth. “I- I broke them,” you mumble under your breath, embarrassed. 

Eddie looks at you again, eyebrows raised, unlocking the entangled cuffs. “Speak up,” he demands. 

“I broke them,” you admit loudly. 

Eddie chuckles. Steve smiles at the memory, he had no idea you would resist them so much, breaking apart the cheap plastic within just a few minutes of putting them on you, all so you could put your hands in his hair while he fucked you. 

Eddie squats down, his face coming closer to yours as he holds the cuffs in front of you. “You won’t break these princess,” he states confidently. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes at the comment, the cockiness in his voice making you react just as crassly. 

Eddie slaps you across the face again, hard. The hit makes your chest rise and fall quickly, your breath catching in surprise. You didn’t see it coming , no warning, nothing. And now your face was stinging, a few small tears forming in your eyes as well. 

As much as you wanted it to make you submit further, it didn’t. The hard slap pissed you off. You’re not used to being handled so roughly, being manhandled like you were below him. It’s not that you don’t necessarily like it, you just weren’t going to let it happen without a fight. 

You stand up quickly, rubbing your cheek for a second as your eyes burn toward the man who just hit you again. He’s standing with his arms crossed, looking down at you with the cuffs in his hands as you look up at him, your jaw clenched as you try and withhold your anger. He snorts a small chuckle through his nose at the sight of you. 

“Baby…” Steve warns, slowly standing up himself as he sees the shift happening in you. Steve is used to you bratting against him a little bit, but not much considering there’s not much to brat against. You typically submit to him easily now, because you love it . But he still knows that part of you, the part that doesn’t do that for just anyone. It’s part of the reason why he wanted you and Eddie to play in the first place, he wanted you to be challenged in a way he has a hard time doing, partially because of his intense love for you, but also because he enjoys being soft with you. 

“Shut it Harrington,” Eddie says, holding a hand up to the other boy as his eyes stay on you. “Let’s see what the little girl is going to try and do,” Eddie smirks. This is his favorite game to play. 

Your hands are clenched in fists at your sides. “I’m not a little girl,” you assert, trying to sound strong. 

“Oh is that so?” Eddie challenges, stepping closer to you, dropping his arms so his chest is touching yours. You don’t take a step back, though. You keep your place, despite your knees starting to press up against the couch. He takes another step and you try and hold you place but it’s impossible, making you start to fall and sit on the couch. 

Eddie’s hand is quick to fly up into your hair, grabbing it harshly as you fall on the couch. You gasp and your hands fly up to meet his, but it’s no use in fighting back. The tug he has starts to sting your scalp, easily controlling your movements with his grip. “You look like a little girl to me,” He smirks, pulling your hair even more. 

“I’m NOT,” you protest, but it comes out as a small tantrum. You try to move your body but Eddie is stronger and bigger than you. He may not look it, but the control he has over his body is just as useful as having massive muscles. He forces your head down so you’re laying flat on the couch, your cheek smushed against a cushion. He moves one of his knees so it’s pushing your hips, making you lay so your chest and stomach are on the couch, your ass is pointed up in the air. He pins your legs down with an arm, then changes it with a leg, so his weight is keeping you in place. 

Your skirt flips over naturally, revealing your exposed ass and tiny little thong. You’re huffing, trying to wiggle your way out of Eddie’s grip, but the hold he has on your hair, mixed with being pinned under his weight makes it impossible. You grunt softly, resisting and resisting. But Eddie’s free hand grabs one of your own, then releases your hair and grabs your other hand. He pins them together against your back and quickly latches the cuffs around your wrists. Tight. You whine, kicking your feet in protest. 

“Thought you could fight me little girl? Look where you ended up,” Eddie says, a hand holding your two cuffed ones against your back while the other rubs over your exposed ass. 

“Fuck,” Steve sighs, his view of you immaculate. It’s a dream, seeing you face down, ass up with your hands cuffed, your ass exposed, your face all red and flustered. 

“Say you’re a little girl,” Eddie spits, his voice deep from above you. 

“Fuck you,” you spit back, not even thinking, still wiggling in his grip. He turns to Steve at your words. His cool demeanor diminishing as you continue to fight, helping him drop even more into a dominant space. 

“Remember she said that, Harrington,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you’re not there. Eddie brings his hand to unravel the belt off of his jeans, quickly taking it off and folding it. 

Your eyes meet Steve’s, unable to fully see what Eddie’s doing, but having an idea of what’s about to come. You’ve never been spanked with anything but Steve’s heavy hand. You think he might jump in and save you, but the darkness of his eyes tells you something different. 

Eddie rubs the leather belt over your ass and you shudder, the nerves radiating up and down your spine. “Are you a little girl?” Eddie asks again, a warning and a test, seeing how badly you want this. 

You brace yourself, you know what’s coming, but you want it. 

“No.” 

SMACK. The sound of the belt hitting your ass is loud, and the cry that leaves your throat matches it.  The thud of the belt lingers with a sting, and you swear there has to be an imprint of it already forming on your ass. You lurch forward, wanting to escape it, wanting some relief, but Eddie was there, holding you down. Tears  are forming in your eyes, but you tried your best to blink them back, trying not to let them fall after just one hit. 

You saw Steve move so he was closer to you, comforting you. “Baby, color?” He asks, all worry in his voice. 

You look up at him , your eyes teary. “Green Daddy,” you respond, your voice wavering. 

He nods back at you, then looks at Eddie, who’s smirking down at you. “She’s fine Harrington. With a nasty mouth like that, she better be able to take a hit,” Eddie says, trying to dismiss Steve’s worries. Eddie rubs a hand over your burning ass for a small moment of reprieve. 

“I’ll ask you again - are you a little girl?” Eddie questions, his voice dark and demanding. Steve seems to be holding his breath, waiting to see how you’ll answer, if you’ve broken. 

“Uh—n- I just-“ you start, but are interrupted by another sting of Eddie’s belt hitting your ass, launching you forward. The tears start to fall this time, the pain radiating through your backside and down your thighs. 

“There’s only one way to answer this. Are you a little girl, yes or no?” Eddie asks again, the pressure intensifying. Your brain is starting to go very fuzzy, barely processing the question through the pain on your lower half. Your breathing is short and stifled, hard to catch as the tears fall. 

“Too long,” Eddie mutters, landing another hit. 

“F-fuck,” you gasp, wriggling your hips, desperate for some relief from the pain. “I-I” you start, trying to get the words out, but it’s hard and you’re resistant, and the pain..

“You what?” Eddie says, grabbing your face in his hand roughly. “Say it- Say you’re a little girl,” he demands, his voice anything but kind. Your tear stained cheeks are squished beneath his grip. 

He tuts, about to raise his hand for another hit because of your hesitation. 

“I’m a little girl,” you say quickly, desperate to escape another hit. 

Steve’s jaw drops open at your admission, stunned to see you so small and desperate. His cock throbs in his pants and he resists palming himself in front of you. Eddie’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, giving your cheeks a small squeeze of affirmation. 

“That’s right. And who do you belong to little girl?” Eddie asks, his eyes dark and wide. 

Your breathing is heavy, the feeling of being so small and helpless making your core ache. “D-daddy,” you say softly, eyes trained on Eddie. 

Eddie smiles. “That’s right baby,” he praises. “And for tonight, who else do you belong to?” He asks, pushing the boundary ever so slightly, wanting you to submit to him.

Your eyes water, the intimidation cracking you along with the ache in your backside, and the gnawing of need between your legs. You are so desperate to move, to please him, to get something. 

“You,” you whisper. 

It’s like everything starts to slow after you say it. You can feel the tension from resisting start to leave your body, the pain of the previous hits being forgotten. All you could focus on is Eddie, the grip he has on your jaw, and the grip he has on your mind. 

“That’s it. Me,” Eddie smiles, a dark hush to his voice, as if you two were sharing a secret. “Say it, baby. Say you belong to me tonight,” Eddie encourages, his eyes dark and soft and absolutely intoxicating. 

“I-,” you start, gulping as you try to formulate the sentence in your cloudy brain. “I belong to you tonight, Master,” you repeat. As the words leave your mouth, a gush flows through your core, and you release a small whimper, moving your hips slightly. 

“Good girl,” Eddie praises, giving you a light tap on your bruised butt. He unhooks the chain of the handcuffs and your arms fall immediately to your side. He taps your legs softly, a small order of encouragement. “Sit up,” he says, his voice just a hint softer than before. 

You do as your told without hesitation, grateful for your wrists being released and your ass being spared. You sit up and face Eddie, who’s squatting slightly in front of you. He smiles at your dazed expression. A subby little girl in front of him. 

He raises a hand to your face slowly, and surprisingly, you don’t flinch. You let him move some of your hair out of your face softly, then trace down to press on your plump lips. He’s playing with you. “If I touched between your legs, little one, what would I find?” Eddie asks, his voice taunting. 

Your eyebrows knit together at the question and you whine, desperate for his touch. Eddie’s eyes flick quickly to Steve, as if saying ‘look at this. Look how desperate she is’. Eddie brings his hand slowly down your front, a finger tracing lightly over your peaked nipples, making you shudder. He chuckles softly at the reaction, but continues the journey lower and lower. Until his hand is on top of your thigh, squeezing tightly. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He asks, his fingers dancing ever so slowly in front of your middle. 

You nod. 

Steve speaks up from near you, reminding you of his presence. “Words baby,” he encourages, his fingers playing with his own lips as he watches. 

“Yes p-please Master” you breathe, desperate for his touch. 

Eddie lets his calloused fingers press into your core over your soaked panties, and the contact makes you moan. “So wet,” he mutters. “Little slut likes being hit, don’t you?” He taunts. 

You whine again in response, jutting your hips to get more friction against your core. Eddie slides his fingers past your underwear and against your puffy, slick folds, your sweet scent being wafted between the two of you. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he presses a finger inside of you. 

Your moan is fucking unholy. 

Your eyes flutter and you grip Eddie’s shoulders tightly as he slowly presses his finger in and out of you, eliciting a squelch from your aroused pussy. 

“Your cock fits in this tight little cunt Harrington? I’m shocked,” Eddie comments, going knuckle deep into you, making your head fall to his shoulder next to your hand. 

Steve’s lip is between his teeth as he sits on the far edge of the couch and watches you fall apart. “She squeezes it right out of me Munson,” Steve says, and hearing his raspy, lust filled voice makes you moan again. 

Eddie sets a pace that is agonizing, just slow enough to hit that spot deep inside of you, but not quick enough to build you fully to any sort of climax. He’s warming you up, playing with you, making you addicted to his touch. 

“Please please please,” you mumble, the words falling out of your lips as a desperate plea to the boy. 

Eddie chuckles. “Don’t be greedy,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m touching you at all after acting out like that.” 

You whine again at his response. “”M sorry so sorry,” you mumble incoherently, trying to grind your hips into his now two fingers, faster and faster. But his other hand presses against your hips, stopping you, then comes up to your throat, moving you so your face is nose to nose with his own. 

“We’ll see if I let you cum tonight,” he tells you. “You’re going to have to be very, very good for me if you want that to happen.”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good Master,” you choke out, his pace increasing inside of you. Your breath is becoming shallow as his fingers curl to exactly where you need him. There’s a dampness building on the couch underneath you, the mess that is you becoming evidence. 

“Be a good little slut,” he mutters, getting caught up in your sounds and the heat between your legs, seeing you start to writhe and shake as he starts to pound into you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and he knows you’re getting close. He drops his other hand to rub circles on your clit. 

“F-fuck fuck,” you gasp. “I’m a good little slut, I promise I-“ you gasp, too caught up in the pleasure. 

Eddie stops touching your clit, stopping what he was building deep within you. Your eyes shoot open in protest. But he raises the hand to your cheek and delivers a harsh slap. You’re dazed, your body not sure how to delineate between the pain of the slap and pleasure in your cunt. You just stare at him wide-eyed, no protest, no nothing. 

You’re absolutely gone. 

He delivers another slap to you as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll, you feel the pressure building again, the same one you lost without his touch on your clit building without it. The slap making you get closer and closer to that edge, closer to the release you so desperately need - 

And then he stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you. 

You whimper. “No! No- no no no,” you try and grab at his hands and he stops you, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie says, his fingers pressing into your mouth, making you taste yourself.

“Arms up,” he demands. You do as he says, spit forming around his fingers as he reaches to pull your shirt over your head. He eyes your tits before giving each of them a quick slap, making you gasp around the digits in your mouth. 

Eddie starts moving his fingers around, gathering your spit and then pushing them slowly down your throat. “Daddy said you can almost take his cock all the way down your throat,” Eddie says, toying with your mouth. You whimper in response.

“I’m going to help train you.” 

Eddie pulls his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp and giving you a quick moment to breathe. But the sight in front of you has you drooling anyway. Eddie pulls off his jacket and shirt, baring his pale skin littered with black ink. And then slowly pushes his pants and boxers down, springing free a very hard, very thick cock that bounces up to his his low pelvis. He’s big, not bigger than Steve, but still big. And thick. So thick. You gulp. 

The precum gathering at his tip makes your thighs clench, desperate to have him inside of you. And by the look of how pink and swollen he is, he wants to be inside of you too. 

His hand finds the base of his cock, pumping a few times before guiding it toward your mouth. You open eagerly, wanting to taste him, wanting to please him. 

You look up at him from your knees, eyes wide, mouth open and tongue out, and he groans lowly at the sight. “Sexy little thing, you are,” he says, pushing his tip just past your lips. 

You moan around him, the taste of him filling your senses, making your cunt clench around nothing. You start to urge your head forward, but he stops you, grabbing a fist full of your hair and directing your gaze upwards. 

“I’m going to guide you,” he explains. “You just keep your slutty mouth and throat open, and if you need to stop, tap my thigh twice,” he instructs. 

His grip on your hair tightens as you nod, taking him deeper into your mouth, letting your tongue brush the underside of his cock. He groans deep and gravelly, the sound going right to your core, as he continues to push himself into your mouth.

“Squeeze your thumbs,” Eddie says. “It helps with the f-fuck, helps with gagging” he explains. You do as you’re told, squeezing your thumbs as he presses to the back of your throat. You do everything you can to breathe through your nose, despite it being almost fully pressed against his pelvis. You never get to be nose to bush with Steve, you always get stuck right when he hits the back of your throat. But Eddie presses on slowly, and you squeeze your thumbs as you feel him slide past your throat, clenching it around him as it closes off your airway.

“That’s it. Good fucking whore,” He praises you, his grip on your hair tight. That, mixed with this cock in your throat makes your eyes squeeze, starting to water yet again. 

“Take my cock down your throat,” he grunts, pulling out slightly before pressing back in deep again. 

You gag softly around his cock, not much, but constricting enough to make him pull out slightly. “Relax. Yeah that’s it, breathe through your nose,” he guides you. 

He moves his cock in and out again, deeper and deeper, drool dripping down your chin now. His hand comes to give your face a small tap of encouragement, making your already red face even more pink. He starts to pick up his speed slightly, but keeps the depth at which he’s fucking your throat. 

“Keep breathing. Yeah, gonna speed up, just take it,” He grunts, his eyes closing quickly as he feels you constrict around him again. “Take it. Yeah fuck, you can take it,” he encourages you, thrusting faster in and out of your mouth. “Brain off, throat open.”

He’s fully face fucking you now, and you can’t think about anything else except letting it happen. Your throat is relaxed, your breathing is steady and your pussy is soaking fucking wet. 

He reaches down to give your tits a slap again and you whine around his cock, which makes him groan even more. “Fuck this,” he says suddenly, pulling out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and wiping the drool that’s collected down your face and onto your chest. 

He pulls you up by your throat and throws you back on the couch, making you land on all fours. He roughly pulls down your panties and gives your ass a harsh slap, but instead of yelping, you moan at the pain, everything feeling intoxicating at this point. 

He spreads your ass cheeks as you look back at him pumping himself, preparing to push himself into your tight dripping pussy. “Not gonna go easy on you,” he says, his eyes dark as they meet yours. 

“Don’t, Master,” you say, and he smiles back at you, grabbing your hips and pressing his tip up against your hole. 

His grip on your hips is tight and harsh, leaving Eddie shaped bruises. But you don’t even care as you feel his cock start to split you open, finally giving you what you want. You groan trying to push yourself back onto him.

He stops you, slapping your ass hard. “Stay fucking still,” he says, spanking you again hard. You whine but submit, falling so your head is on the couch, and waiting patiently and painfully for him to press fully into you. “You want my cock sweetheart?” He teases you, pushing just enough for you to feel him but not enough to slip inside of you. 

You groan. “Fuck - fuck yes, please,” you say, breathless as you wait. 

“Aw, she’s so desperate,” Eddie patronizes you, slapping his cock against your cunt, making you shiver. You start to tear up from desperation, just needing to be filled, needing to be used so badly after being played with for so long. 

“P-please fuck me,” you cry into the couch, embarrassed and defeated. 

Eddie smacks your ass again and you don’t even jump. “What was that? Can’t hear you baby,” he mocks you. 

You get up on your elbows, breath quick. “Please just fuck me PLEASE I need you-“ you start to beg, and only stop when he presses fully into you, bottoming out right away, the sound of your pussy sucking him in filling the room, mixed with both of your moans of pleasure. 

Your head falls back on the couch, body giving in as Eddie rocks himself in and out of you, stretching your pussy wide open with his girth. His hands are rough on your hips and ass. The sound of his heavy balls hitting your cunt echoes through the house. 

“Oh my- Fu-fuck yes yes,” you moan, gripping the cushions as Eddie pounds into you at a relentless speed. It’s almost not pleasurable, how hard and fast he’s going, but with how pent up you’ve been feeling, it’s fucking perfect. 

“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” Eddie groans through gritted teeth, feeling you squeeze him perfectly as he pulls out and slams into you time and time again. In and out in and out and in and out - 

You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face, your orgasm slowly approaching as Eddie reaches a hand around your legs to rub your clit. Your moans turn into high pitched gasps as you get closer and closer, your body giving in completely to the pain and pleasure. 

“Master,” you gasp, unable to fully form words. 

Eddie brings his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up toward him as he continue to ruthlessly fuck into you, your orgasm teetering on the edge. He pulls you up so you face Steve, who’s staring at your messy, teary face and whining open mouth. He’s never seen you so absolutely ruined- whimpering and begging. You can’t do anything but continue to look at him as you feel Eddie pump into you, your bruised body moving with his own. 

Eddie’s hand moves so it’s firmly holding your jaw. He whispers roughly into your ear, “See that? Steve is letting me do this to you. He fucking loves it.” You moan, seeing the outline of Steve’s hard cock in his pants, knowing that Eddie is right, Steve loves everything about this.

“And you know,” Eddie continues, eliciting an obscene moan from you. “I think now he might want to see you like this more often, maybe even try and do this to you himself.” 

Your breath catches at the thought. Steve is nodding at you, his eyes blown out as he takes you in. Your cunt is clenching around Eddie and your brain is absolutely fucked out. 

Eddie can feel it. “Ask me to cum,” He demands. You don’t respond, and he slaps your face harshly. “Ask me before you fucking cum,” he orders you. 

“C-Can I please cum Master? Fuck- oh fuck,” you manage to moan out, barely holding off. 

“Cum for me,” Eddie whispers, and you do. Unraveling completely in his hold, shaking and moaning, letting the white hot energy inside of you explode in a way it hasn’t before. Your vision goes white, your body buzzes, and you end up face down completely on the couch, a moaning, crying, drooling mess.

You’re shaking still, small aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as Eddie leans down, his full body weight on you as he chases his own high. You whine and whine, feeling an out of body, but so in your body, high. 

“Fuck, cum Eds, do it,” Steve says, palming his own bulge as he watches Eddie pound into your weak body. 

“Can’t hold off any more. Ugh fuck-f this cunt is so fucking good,” Eddie moans, his thrusts sloppy as he starts to fend off his own orgasm. He pulls out quickly, too quickly for your liking, and releases all over your ass and back, moaning as his messy hair falls over his sweaty face. 

He shoots rope after rope of hot cum on you, and you moan lowly as you watch him through heavy, hooded eyes. He finishes, twitching slightly as he releases his cock from his hand, and leans over to kiss your bruised ass, your sore back, your bruised hips..

All three of you are breathing heavily in silence, the smell of sex flooding your senses.

After a moment, Steve speaks. “Holy fuck baby,” Steve says, coming to your face, kissing you all over, despite the damp sweat of sex that’s covering you. Eddie moves off the couch and pulls out a small rag from his bag, wiping his seed off of you gently. 

“Gonna go get you some water baby. You okay? Fuck you’re so sexy,” Steve says, his words falling out of him quickly as he examines your face and body. You nod weakly in response, mumbling a soft “ yes daddy,” as your eyes barely stay open. 

Steve runs to the kitchen and Eddie comes next to you, sitting you up some so you can rest your head in his now clothed lap. He pets your hair softly, and it takes everything in you not to fall asleep right away. “Hi Eds,” you mumble, reaching a hand up to brush at his chest softly. 

He chuckles at your soft voice, raspy from tonight’s events. “Hi cute girl,” he smiles. 

Steve comes running back in the room with waters and candy and a blanket. You smile softly as he raises the water bottle to your mouth and drapes the blanket over your bruised skin. He hands the other bottle to Eddie, who chugs it quickly. 

Steve lifts your legs so he can sit, and then lays them back on his lap, rubbing your backside softly to soothe you. 

“Was everything okay sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice soft and sweet, a stark comparison to his previous tone. 

“Mmhmm,” You nod slowly in his lap. 

“Are you okay? Do you need anything or-“ Steve starts to ramble, worried about you.

“Perfect,” you mumble, interrupting his worried thoughts. 

“You’re perfect,” Steve comments. “You’re-You’re both perfect,” he continues, eyes flitting towards Eddie above your tired body. Eddie smiles at him, blushing slightly at the comment from the other boy. 

“You’re not too bad yourself Harrington,” Eddie teases, letting a hand gently push the other boy’s shoulder. 

But Steve feels the touch linger. And so does Eddie. And you feel at home with both of them cuddling you, holding you. 

Steve scoots closer to Eddie, their thighs touching, and your body laying on both of them as you roll so your face is against Eddie’s abdomen. Your lips form a small pout as you give his abdomen a little kiss, making Eddie smile. 

The metalhead leans down to give your forehead a kiss back, and you nuzzle closer in to him, inhaling his scent.  You reach a hand toward Steve, holding his hand against your chest as you start to drift off to sleep. 

And you’re not sure if you dream it, or if it really happened, but you swear you feel Eddie’s weight shift slightly as he leans over, and kisses Steve’s cheek too. 

And maybe you hear Steve huff a small sigh of satisfaction as he turns his head to the other boy and gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek back, before leaning his head onto his shoulder.

And maybe, just maybe, you think to yourself. Maybe this could be your new normal - the three of you like this. Together. 

[so-mordorit-is]

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 ➶ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: based off of this post by poppy-metal, my beloved. eddie's a popular camboy, along with your best friend steve. one lucky introduction manages to turn your life upside down, arguably, for the better. a special mention to nyxoz's amazing camboy edit.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), modern au, camboy!eddie, camboy!steve, bestfriend!steve, steddie (friendship but definitely consensual sex talks), innocent-ish!reader, lacks a lot of positive sexual experience and eddie is a wonderful helper, fingering and first time orgasms, mentions of oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (pulling out), slightly dom!eddie, masturbation, voyeurism (consensual), a lot of unnecessary backstory because i couldn't help myself, if i missed anything lmk!

word count: 9k

Your relationship with Eddie was nothing short of unorthodox. It was a winding, ridiculous tale of how you met, how your relationship flourished, and how things ended up where they were now—but it should be noted first, you were well aware of Eddie’s profession. You’ve never knocked him for it, it was fascinating more often than it wasn’t, how easily he drew in a crowd and kept them captivated. It was something you’d never be capable of, you knew that. Eddie’s confidence oozed from him, on camera and off, despite his conscious humbleness—he knew what he had and he worked it well. It was his means of living, after all.

Steve shows you a picture of him on a busy Friday night almost three years prior, out at a packed bar, tucked into a tight corner away from all the music and sweaty bodies. 

“He seems—“

“Intimidating?” Steve finishes with a laugh, letting you swipe through the few pictures of him and Steve, arms thrown around each other—they seemed close, and given their similar line of work, you could only assume how close. “He’s not, I promise.”

“I’m not trying to date anyone, Steve.” You remind him adamantly, pushing his phone back toward him. 

Eddie was cute, handsome even—you could admit that at least.

“Oh, no—no,” Steve panics, shoving his phone into his pocket, “that’s not what I was implying.”

“Then what?” You ask with a soft laugh, “Are you trying to tell me I need more friends?”

Steve shrugs halfheartedly, “Not so much you—more him.”

“Fine, I’ll meet him.” You agree with hesitance, “On one condition.”

Steve rolls his eyes in amusement, a subtle smirk pulling at his features. “I’m not giving you free content—you’ve gotta pay up like the rest of the world.”

“Ew, fuck no—“ You reply in disgust, never appreciating the closed door policy in your shared apartment more than right now. “I was going to say you can cook dinner for the rest of the month—I don’t need to see any more of your dick than I already do.”

“Hey, that was one time—“ Steve defends weakly, “and I wasn’t even in that line of work yet."

“That’s worse!” You tell him, “That’s why we have rules, Steve.”

Despite that, Steve’s still one of the better roommates you’ve had and cleans up after himself better than you, most of the time, but what he makes up for in cleanliness, he lacks in spatial awareness—eventually he learns to keep the door closed.

He brings Eddie back to the house the next night, busting through the door with giddy excitement, in the middle of an animated conversation when Steve catches you on the couch, scrolling through an endless list of movies with no idea what to watch.

“See, I told you she’d still be up.” Steve tells Eddie, closing the door behind him as they both hurled toward the couch, squeezing you between them. “Have you eaten?”

You grimace at the overwhelming smell of body wash, the obvious post orgasmic energy radiating from both of them.

“No,” You sigh, resting your hands in your lap and fiddling with your fingers idly, nose scrunching up in irritation, “—god you two smell like you drowned each other in a tub of fucking green apple.”

“I need to buy some,” Eddie says, “it’s all Steve had with him.”

You nod slightly, “So, how was the turnout?”

The both break out into a grin, clear that it was nothing near disappointing. “Someone sent in like five thousand, I think—something around that. Not to mention all the new people it brought in since Eddie’s fanbase grows by a thousand every fucking day.”

“I can’t even wrap my own head around it.” Eddie admits honestly, eyes flitting toward his bare knees that showed through his ripped jeans. “Anyways, it’s nice to official meet you.”

Eddie turns to you then, sacharinne smile on his face.

“Oh, right,” Steve remembers, “yeah—this is Eddie.”

“Should this feel weirder?” Eddie asks, “I feel like I kinda just busted in here—“

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less,” You look over toward him briefly before glancing back at Steve, “not when you’re friends with this idiot.”

“Hey—“ Steve retaliates in defense.

You chuckle softly, forcing yourself up from the squished space between them.

“Wait, where are you going?” Steve asks, leaning up from the couch like he’s going to follow.

You step to your phone, reaching for it from where’s resting on the counter, tossing it into Steve’s hands, his reflexes impeccable as he catches it with ease.

“You two can celebrate your record breaking sex tape by buying me dinner,” You smirk, “I’m feeling—“

“Chinese?” Eddie suggests, both of you glancing over toward a mortified Steve.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect.” 

Eddie’s never been more instantly intrigued by someone in his entire life—he’s seen pictures, heard about you through Steve, but nothing prepared him for actually being in your presence.

He had to learn everything about you.

Steve can’t admit his jealousy, but it’s there—definitely.

It doesn’t take long for you and Eddie to click, and when it happens, it’s impossible to seperate you both. Eddie streams a lot, more than half of the week and similar to a full-time job, and it seems just as exhausting as a regular nine to five—and Steve’s been kind enough to support you through your own hardships, both with the money of his parents and his, it’s made life easy for you and a lot less stressful as you navigate through your final year of college. You had great friends and there was no doubting that, but it blows your mind just how much money Eddie makes in a month—hell, even a weeks time.

You don’t argue when Eddie tries to pay for meals or nights out, knowing he would string things into a full-blown argument if it boiled to that point—not out of frustration and Eddie would never realize his voice out of tone, but he had more money than he knew what to do with, so spending it on and for the people he cared about seemed like a good enough reason. It becomes tradition—Eddie starts taking Sunday’s off, a day designated for the both of you; time to relax and check-in.

It usually ended up with you two sprawled out on his couch or his bed—this time, his bed—talking about whatever came to mind. You were always curious about his job, whether it be the things he did, the people he encountered, and Eddie never had any qualms about answering.

“What about stalkers?” You ask timidly, playing with the cuff of his sweatpants, delicate fingers dragging over the curve of his ankle. “Steve had one once—it got really bad.”

Eddie shakes his head, body curled around his pillow as his fingers rubbed against his blanket. “I guess I’ve dodge that bullet so far.” He admits, feeling appreciate that he’s avoided the creeps that well. “But, you always get the occasional weirdo who pays for a private showing—those are always tricky.”

“Can’t people request those whenever?” You ask, glancing over at his sleeping computer, his expensive camera covered for—well, reasons. Despite living most of his life online, he was still paranoid to some degree—and maybe it would be easier to not have his setup in his bedroom, but he enjoyed his small apartment and it didn’t make sense to uproot himself, not when he felt safe here. Plus, he was closer to you, and that’s all he really cared about. 

“It depends on my availability—they usually schedule it around what I have set up but sometimes I do surprise and I typically charge more for those, but I haven’t done one in a while.”

You sit up slightly, turning over onto your stomach until you’re beside him, head propped up in your hand as you looked at him. “Why?” You ask curiously.

Eddie laughs weakly, “Well, I use to do them on Sundays.” It dawns on you then, mouth forming into a soft “Oh.” 

“Yeah, so I don’t do them anymore,” He shrugs, “I mean, they were good money—like, really good. But, the more people are willing to pay, the weirder things get.”

“How weird?”

Eddie looks away briefly, racking his brain for all the odd encounters he’s had, “Uh, there’s a lot of feet.”

“People showing you their feet?” You ask incredulously.

“No, no—“ Eddie interrupts with a chuckle, pressing his hand against your cheek gently, thumb soothing out the furrow in your brow, “mine and the other person usually gets off to it—“

“Like, men?”

Eddie shrugs, “Usually—my audience is predominantly male but there’s a good mix of everything, it makes no difference to me as long as they’re not being excessively creepy.”

“This is fascinating.” You mumble to yourself, noticing Eddie’s smug grin. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Do you—do you wanna watch one?” Eddie asks boldly, there’s a tinge of hesitancy in his voice that maybe you’ll decline—not that he would be offended, but he knew how curious you were about all of it, even from the little of it that Steve has exposed to you.

You don’t immediately say no, “Won’t that be weird?” You ask, “I think part of me has avoided all of it because I respect that part of you—“

“I don’t need respect, sweetheart. It’s my job.” He says with a smile, tapping his ringed pointer finger against the tip of your nose. “So, whaddya say? Free of charge.”

“Sure, I’ll bite.” You giggle softly, letting him climb over you clumsily to settle himself at his desk.

“Go sit over there,” He motions toward the book of his bedroom, a cozy corner with a fuzzy chair that looked way too expensive. You took a seat, pulling the decorative pillow over your lap as you crossed your legs, watching as Eddie typed away furiously at his phone before placing it against the top of his desk, pressing at his keyboard until his computer came to life, “—I’m trusting you to be quiet, okay?”

You make a motion of zipping your lips, earning a subtle head shake from Eddie, his hand reaches up in a grabbing motion.

“Pass me that lube.”

Your eyes switch to the table quickly, noticing the small bottle of clear lube, sitting there, out in the open. It was his bedroom, you couldn’t judge. You pick up the bottle carefully, pinched between your thumb and pointer finger, tossing it in Eddie’s direction.

“It’s a new bottle,” He tells you, catching the bottle in one hand, “and I keep my stuff clean.”

“I believe you.” You respond, hands held up in defeat as you settled back into the chair.

It doesn’t take long for him to find a willing customer who had nothing better to do at ten o’clock on a Sunday night—he snaps into the persona easily, a more rambunctious, showy version of himself. You laugh quietly, catching the way his hands rub over the front of his sweatpants absently—you can only assume it’s to assist himself in getting hard. You’re not a prude either, by any means, so it’s not shocking or outrageous to watch, but it feels slightly invasive.

And it wasn’t that you didn’t find Eddie attractive—you did, tremendously, but things have never tipped past the point of typical friendship; he hugs you longer than necessary and sometimes kisses you on the cheek or forehead, but outside of that, it’s normal. Eddie also loves to cuddle, but that’s not even necessarily reserved for you, because you’ve caught him doing it with Steve too—but their dynamic was so vast and complicated that you didn’t want to try and dissect it.

Eddie starts off slow, a kind greeting and genuine smile, attempting to connect with the person on the other end. Eddie’s never judged people and the way they attempt to make connections, whether transactional or not—it was his job and he enjoyed, even the more awkward and strange ones.

You watch on with a faint smile, thumb tucked between your teeth as you chewed gently at the skin—to Eddie, it was like you weren’t even there, but deep in his mind he felt it; pensive eyes and anxiety of his next move, maybe he had taken things too far. But, there was no turning back now. 

It ramps up rather quickly, his hand slipping from palming over his sweatpants to his thumbs tucking into the fabric to pull them just under his ass, his half-hard cock in view now, slightly obscured by the arm of his chair. 

It’s astonishing, the fact that you haven’t seen Eddie’s dick until now, in such a nonchalant manner. To him, it was a normal day—knowing that thousands upon thousands of strangers already knew what his dick looked like, his ass, practically every part of his body—yet you’ve only been privy to what he’s shown you. His face, his chest, and maybe a glimpse of him in his underwear at most—littered in tattoos from head to toe, constrasting against his pale, milky skin. 

You can’t hear the person on the other end as much, let alone see them at this angle, looking at an oddish angle from the corner—you can’t see Eddie’s face fully, but it’s flush, cheeks reddened from exhurtion. He snaps open the bottle of lube from below the desk, expertly squirting into his hand before tossing it to the floor carelessly, hands switching positions with ease. His left comes under to cup his balls, right hand covered in lube as it wraps around his cock, pulling gently at the shaft, thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip tenderly, moaning some outlandish remark to the person on the other end—their name or maybe their username, you muffle the small laugh that escapes with your hand.

Eddie can hear it too and it breaks his concentration slightly, open mouth pulling into a faint smirk, releasing an obnoxious moan into the air, mostly for the sake of teasing you. It’s effective enough, shutting you up for the remaining duration of the show until Eddie’s coming into his hand harshly, eyes squeezed together in concentration as he squeezes the head of his dick in an effort to stop that painful throbbing—it never felt as good when it was forced like this. It was all for the customer’s sake. But, you still couldn’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at the sight of Eddie’s hand covered in his own come or the way his dick looks absurdly good in the low light, shining and sticky with lube. 

Eddie shuts off his camera soon after, letting out a long shaky sigh as he uses the towel at his desk to wipe himself down.

“So, thoughts?” Eddie asks curiously, peering up from his chair, head still downturned as he wipes at his stomach.

“Pretty tame.” You shrug, though you’ve never really expected to mark consensual voyeurism off your list of things to try at least once in your life, let alone with Eddie. 

“They’re not always crazy,” Eddie says, pulling the band of his sweatpants back over his groin, allowing himself some decency as he turned to you, swiveling in his chair playfully, “—was that…too much?”

“Oh—me, watching you?” You stammer, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t—I mean, it’s like work for you. But, it was…interesting.”

“You’ve never watched someone masturbate before, have you?” Eddie asks with a hint of teasing.

The boldness of the questions were shocking—Eddie was egging it on and you couldn’t be bothered to stop it. 

“I—no.” You decide on, feeling inclined to offer up an embarrassing secret, considering the situation, “I don’t do it, either—I’ve never tried it.”

“You’re fucking with me.” Eddie huffs a laugh, leaning forward in his chair, hands clasped together as they press under his chin. “You’ve never even—like, not even with a partner?”

“Oh, yeah—I just, don’t do it, you know?” It feels like a redundant question, so Eddie doesn’t answer. “Sex is…kind of an afterthought to me, it’s never really been that great. I only ask a lot of questions because I’m nosey—“

Eddie snorts at that, nodding in agreement. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never even snuck off with one of Steve’s mountain of sex toys? Just out of curiosity?”

Another shake of your head. 

Eddie clears his throat, the gears in his brain working tirelessly. He feels the need nagging at him, unspoken—it was deservice to you, having never felt what a good orgasm could be like and Eddie was a pleaser, after all.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping by asking—“ You brace yourself, squeezing at the pillow tucked between your legs, “—do you want to?”

“Masturbate?” You ask with a faint laugh.

“Yeah, but—like, I could help?” 

Eddie isn’t even sure what he’s asking, but it clicks in your brain immediately.

“You don’t find that weird?”

“I literally jerk off in front of strangers for money and fuck my friends for the exact same reason.” Eddie explains, shrugging his shoulders. “Plus, everyone deserves to feel good—look, the offer is there if you want to—“

“Okay,” You answer quickly, quick enough that Eddie’s eyes widen slightly in shock, “but, maybe we can smoke a little first?”

“You don’t have to be nervous about it—“

“No, I know—I just thought it could be more fun that way.”

It was definitely the nerves, but Eddie agrees regardless.

“This is ridiculous.” You giggle, shifting between Eddie’s spread legs, bare from the waist down. “Isn’t it?”

“Not at all,” Eddie says comfortingly, rubbing at the underside of your thighs as he settles behind you, your back resting against his bare chest, “we can try a vibrator if you want—or if you feel more comfortable just using your hand—“

“Hand is fine,” You reply airily, letting his palm cover your hand without question, “if it doesn’t work we can try something else.”

“Oh, it’ll work.” Eddie replies confidently, forcing down the chuckle that rises in his chest. His mouth falls open in concentration as he pulls at your hair gently, pushing it to one side as he peers over your shoulder, “here, rest your head.”

You lean back slightly, glancing up to him briefly. His smile is warm, brimming with excitement and temptation at the idea of doing something so contrasting from your normal behavior. 

“Which feels more comfortable?” Eddie asks, switching between your two fingers—pointer and middle then middle and ring.

“Uh, the second one?” You reply hesitantly, switching between the two briefly, “Wait—yeah, definitely the second one.”

Eddie laughs again, the tingle of his high settling in.

“Okay, we’ll normally I would suggest lube but spit works just as good,” Eddie says, nodding toward your mouth slightly, “—just lick your fingers—yeah, like that.” Eddie watches with intensity as you bring your fingers to your mouth, sucking in the two fingers briefly until Eddie pulls them away, pressing them against your core. “A lot of people can’t come from just penetration so that’s why it’s important to pay attention to everything else—I don’t know how you usually do it—“

“Uh—I’ve never really,” You linger around the words, feeling silly for not allowing yourself to say it, you giggle softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever had a proper orgasm before—I know the feeling but it’s never hit me, if that makes sense?”

“You’re telling me this now?” Eddie asks with a pitched tone, eyebrows disappearing under his bangs. “God, okay—I’ll just lead you through what I usually do and let you take over when you’re comfortable.”

You nod slowly, feeling the faint press of his fingers against yours, dragging up your cunt slowly, grazing against your clit.

“I can’t believe you’ve never even came before—“ Eddie mumbles, not necessarily to you, more of an unfiltered thought, “who the hell have you been fucking?”

You sigh softly, his fingers leading yours in slow, loose circles of the tight bundle of nerves, “Doesn’t matter.” You reply carelessly, “You said you’d help, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie answers quickly, his other hand settling on the inside of your thigh, keeping them spread open, calloused fingers resting against your soft skin. He circles your clit once more, picking up the pace slightly, you jump at the motion, eyebrows knitting together. “There we go,” He coos, noticing your change in expression, “see how good that feels?”

You nod lazily, free hand circling your entrance, fingertip grazing against the opening—it’s not a new feeling, it’s just never been your own hand doing the work. The first finger dips in with hesitancy, Eddie’s pace slowing slightly at the sight, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. 

It feels lackluster and the angle sucks, your fingers not filling you out as well as you thought they would, you curl them desperately, sneaking in another finger in hopes that it might help, but it’s nothing but frustration on your end.

“Hey, hey—“ Eddie interrupts, noticing the stress of your lip pulled between your teeth, “let me do it, you focus on the other half, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, his guiding hand leaving you suddenly. He slips his rings off his fingers wordlessly, dropping them in his bedside table, the clang defeaning in the silence of his room. 

“I’ll keep it slow,” Eddie tells you, “just communicate what you need.”

With another nod, his first finger breaches you slowly, the stretch different from your own fingers—wider, larger, more filling than your own. “Oh,” It slips out involuntarily, hand shooting over your mouth at the sound, “—sorry, I’m not trying to make it weird—that just feels so—“

“Good?” Eddie asks with a laugh, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he grins, “It’s fine—make all the noises you want, I wasn’t really holding back earlier either.”

“Okay.” You reply quietly, your fingers dragging over your clit testingly, fingers slick with saliva, creating an intense, breathtaking sensation as you fall into an easy pace, Eddie’s fingers matching that rhythm.

The sound of your own wetness as Eddie’s fingers move within you is enough to make your body go hot with need and embarrassment, feeling his finger curls against the soft, sponge nub inside of you.

“You hear that?” Eddie teases, “That’s all you.” His finger crooks again, pulling a broken whine from your throat, body curling forward slightly at the sensation. “There she is.”

You laugh softly at his choice of words, feeling less intimidated that Eddie could make light of such a situation, having just as much fun as you were. 

“Another one,” You tell him steadily, stopping momentarily to watch him push another finger inside, free hand resting against the curve of his wrist, feeling every movement as he worked his fingers inside of you, “fuck—that’s really nice.”

He smiles into the side of your head, face buried in your hair.

Your fingers pick up quickly, rubbing harsh and intense alongside his relentless fingers, pistoning inside of you with  an objective, determined—Eddie couldn’t live with himself if he let you leave empty handed.

“Shit—okay, I feel it.” You tell him honestly and he feels it as you clench around his fingers, your breath picking up quickly, soft moans becoming more and more desperate and Eddie could feel himself being drunk on the sound. Eddie hears the sharp whine from the of your impending orgasm, his fingers pulling away quickly to spread your thighs open wider, having flagged slightly from your desperate movements, hips searching for relief. 

“Keep going,” He encourages, gentle squeezes into the underside of your knee as he holds you open, “I know you can.”

And you’re not sure why his words help, but they do.

You gasp sharply, fingers swiping over your clit in desperate circles as you come, an intense sensation the rushes throughout your entire body, moaning wantonly through the euphoria. Eddie’s hand slips under your chin, pulling your face up to look at him—you can barely keep your eyes open, but he’s staring at you intensely, nodding and speaking unintelligible words that you’re thankful you can’t hear, knowing it would wreck you even further. It feels like you’re underwater, fingers finally slowing as Eddie releases you, hips aching at the relief of it.

“Holy fuck,” You curse, falling back against Eddie in exhaustion, throwing you both into a fit of unexpected giggles, “that’s—oh my god—“

“Sweetheart, that’s nothing.” Eddie assures you, devilish grin overcoming his features. 

“You have to show me more.” You practically beg, face lightening up in joy, “Seriously.”

Eddie’s never agreed to something faster.

From that point on, it’s a dangerous game that you and Eddie fall into without any fear of how easily they could damage your friendship—but that’s where the trust in each other lies, you’ve never been more open and comfortable with someone than Eddie, aside from Steve—but those were completely different situations.

And what starts as innocent lessons in sex and teaching you what and how things should feel, according to Eddie’s expansive experience, quickly turns into mindless and self indulgent pleasure—and no one’s ever gone down on you until Eddie. Ever.

It quickly turns into one of his favorite things—and after his bad days and streams that put him into a bad mood, he’ll bury himself between your legs and devour you until you’re panting his name, gripping his sheets so hard they might rip. 

Eddie initially thinks you’ll be disgusted by the idea of him being with other people from time to time, but it never really crosses your mind as odd—you normally sit in on his sessions now, when you’re not busy doing your own thing, but you usually opt out of watching his streams with others—even when explicitly invited, not that any of his friends cared.

Steve jokes about it once and you can’t believe it.

“It was only a matter of time,” Steve tells you both, having sensed the change in energy weeks ago, but only bringing the knowledge to your attention now. You and Eddie were still very much friends, just with the extra benefits, “—hey, the audience is always talking about how we should add a third—“

“Absolutely not.” You reply quickly, drowning out Eddie’s similar protests. “I’d rather watch you two fuck each other, and that’s already enough to melt my brain.”

“Hey, you gotta give Steve some credit,” Eddie defends playfully, “he’s a great bottom.”

You snort loudly, watching the betrayal cross Steve’s face.

“And you’re a selfish top.” Steve snarls back, kicking his feet up on the table.

You suddenly remember Eddie’s similar answer to the idea of a threesome, curious of why he agreed so quickly.

“Wait—why did you say no?” You ask.

“I didn’t think you’d want to be on camera.” Eddie replies—it’s a logical answer, but not nearly in the realm of being correct. You could care less, it was just a lack of opportunity and genuine want to do it—if served the right circumstance, you might—but a threesome with those two, it sounded like your worst nightmare. “Plus, you treat Steve’s dick like it’s a disease so I used context clues.”

That and he really didn’t feel like sharing. 

“Steve never told you, did he?” You ask with a weak laughs, glancing over toward Steve. “He doesn’t know?”

Steve shrugs, earning a pillow to the face from you.

“What?” Eddie presses.

“I was Steve’s gay awakening.” You admit, “It was literally that bad.”

It did stunt your sex drive for a while, but you didn’t blame Steve—you had enough problems to work through, but Eddie had been a big help to change that. 

“Hey, I love you, though.” Steve tells you earnestly, meaning every word. “I’m glad it was you rather than some horrible interaction with someone I barely knew.”

“And look at me now,” You arms thrown up dramatically, “I’m literally surrounded by sex, everyday—it’s really is my destiny, I think.”

It’s a horrible joke, but it was your current reality. You yank Eddie into the privacy of your room soon after, falling onto his lap with ease, feeling the hard outline of his cock through his thin pajamas pants, earning a subtle eyebrow raise from you.

“Sorry,” He apologizes, “I didn’t stream today and we’ve been around each other, I can’t help it.”

You smile at his raw honesty, grinding down against him pointedly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He teases, gripping tightly at your hips.

You two still hadn’t crossed the threshold of sex just yet—you hadn’t even had his dick in your mouth, but you’ve seen it plenty of times thus far, just never in the context of when he was doing things with you, the pleasure being so focused on you that he never even took the time to care for himself, besides, he was getting enough fulfillment in the acts he did for money—at least that’s what you always assumed. So, when he finally asks you that question, you’re not sure how to respond.

“You,” You shove a gentle finger at his chest, before turning to point to yourself, “want me, to have sex with you—on your stream?”

Eddie nods with assurance, the fingers gripping your thigh digging in slightly, grinding you against him teasingly.

“Why?”

It wasn’t a simple question, or even a simple answer, but Eddie tried to explain his reasoning as best he could. 

“People get tired of the same thing,” Eddie says, “not that I’m trying to use your for content, it’s like when I do stuff with Steve, a lot it’s just for fun with a little technicality mixed in—we obviously plan some stuff out but for the most part it’s just improv.”

“Yeah—but we don’t do that stuff,” You say pointedly, “are you trying to suggest that the first time you want to fuck me is on camera?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Eddie tells you, you stop his movements with a hand on his chest, eyeing him down, “we could play it up, obviously.”

You make a face, feeling slightly confused. 

Eddie laughs, taking a moment to find the best way to express what he’s trying to say. “Like, we do scenarios sometimes—so since it’s your first time, maybe—“

“You want people to think I’m a virgin.” You deduce.

“Yeah—I mean, they won’t know, but people love that shit.”

“And what am I getting out of this?” You ask timidly, other than the idea of mind-blowing sex with your bestfriend—you had no doubt Eddie was capable of whatever he needed to do to make it all worth watching and taking part in.

“Half profit of whatever we make,” Eddie says, “and, I’ll take you that really nice place over on the west end that you’ve been talking about.”

“But, the place costs a fortune.” You protest but Eddie shakes his head vehemently. “Are you sure?”

“I actually expected you to say no,” Eddie laughs, “was that all it took?”

You shrug indifferently, “I’m easy to please—besides, I’m curious.”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it.” Eddie smirks salaciously, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you down over him, burying his face into the front of your chest, forcing a squeaky laugh from your chest. 

“You can stop fidgeting.” Eddie laughs, throwing a few random items on his bed; some lube, a condom, and a small piece of fabric that you can only assume is a mask. You grab it, holding it up without question. “Oh—for anonymity, if you want.”

“I don’t care,” You reply, tossing the material to the side, your fingers sift over the other items, grabbing the foil package, “—we talked about this, Eddie.”

“I have multiple partners in a month,” Eddie says, “I don’t want you feeling like your health might be compromised—“

“You get tested every two weeks, don’t you?” You ask, trying to reaffirm what he’d told you days earlier. “And I’m on birth control—Eddie, I thought we figured this out.”

Eddie leans his hands against the mattress, shoulders flexing with the movement as his necklace jostles against his chest.

He sighs deeply, “I know—but when the camera goes on I can’t really switch out of it until after, and even that takes a minute, I just want you to feel comfortable.”

Your finger loops into the chain of his necklace, pulling close enough that your noses touch, his hands scrambling to hold himself up. 

“I can handle it.” You tell him steadily, eyes locked on his own.

He nods, swallowing audibly. “Uh—well, consider this me apologizing in advance for anything I say.”

You laugh softly, “I think I can handle it.”

And it was a total lie, but he didn’t need to know that.

When the camera turns out, Eddie switches into it easily, your gaze downtrodden and avoiding the lens, terrified to make eye contact with any of the messages in his chat. Eddie’s already naked for the most part, sans his loose sweatpants that weren’t leaving much to imagination, his cock swaying freely beneath the fabric. He leans into the camera, the viewers flooding in by the masses. 

“I know, I know,” Eddie soothes the viewers, “you’re probably wondering what’s going on—I’ll explain, but my friend here, she’s a little shy.”

He reaches behind himself, rubbing a comforting hand along your thigh, eyes connecting for a brief moment.

“She’s never been on camera before,” He smiles, glancing back at the screen, “but she’s also never been fucked before.”

There’s a flurry of messages that even Eddie can’t keep up with, “Crazy, right? And she’s bestowed that honor upon me to rectify that situation—and you all get to be a part of it.”

He’s eating it up, you can tell, taking a moment to turn away from the camera to laugh quietly, trying your best to keep it together. 

“So, be nice,” He warns, “and make sure to leave some very kind words and tips on her behalf.”

There’s a moment where he cuts his camera off, transitioning it to a brief pause screen, giving him the chance to move around the room freely, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. His fingers tip under your chin, eyes softening at the sight of him. 

“You ready?” He asks softly.

“Mhmm.” You hum, offering him a shy smile.

Kissing Eddie isn’t as weird as you anticipate it to be—it’s lips against lips, wet and sloppy, but it’s still better than anything you’ve experienced so far. Eddie kisses with enthusiasm and wandering hands—the screen switches over out of the corner of your eyes before you realize that Eddie’s holding a small remote in his hand, likely to control the different cameras he had set up, before placing it on the blanket beside you both, hidden from view.

Eddie pulls back slightly, letting you chase his lips eagerly. He leans back further, just out of reach, before dragging the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip, letting out a deep chuckle. 

“Look at her,” He speaks to the audience, “so fuckin’ needy.”

And you get it now—he was enticing to watch, off camera and on, but being a willing participant to it, it was the type of thrill you never imagined being able to feel. 

“Want that pretty mouth around my cock,” He admits, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, “what do you think, sweetheart?”

“Please,” You speak softly, feigning a sort of innocence that Eddie knew was mostly for show, but it still sent a twinge of pleasure straight to his dick, “can I?”

Your hand reaches up tentatively, rubbing his hardened cock over his pants, not entirely new to you, but knowing that things would escalate from here had a surge of confidence running through your body. 

His hands squeeze at your jaw, forcing your mouth open slightly. “I’m not sure if you can fit all of it, but we’ll try.” He comments, earning a subtle eye roll from you. He reaches his hands under his sweatpants, shifting them down far enough that he can pull his dick out, the waistband settled snug under the curve of his ass, his hand palming at himself sparingly. “Open.” He instructs, guiding you up by your jaw onto your knees until your ass is resting on your calves, legs spread wide for show, your hands settling on his upper thighs from where he’s towering over you on his own knees.

Dick’s aren’t supposed to be pretty—they weren’t usually and you’ve seen your fair share, but there was something about Eddie’s. It could’ve been the contrasting black ink of the tattoo etched into the skin right about his groin, highlighting his assets in an unconventional way, or just the confidence that oozed from him in sexual situations. Either way, your eyes were drawn to his cock, his thumb rubbing over the slit at the tip of his dick, milky drop of precome smearing over his fingers, shining in the overexposure of his lights.

“Wider,” He instructs, your tongue lolling out slightly, “good girl.”

Your eyes flutter shut at the word and Eddie realizes he might’ve hit the motherload, shoving that away for later. 

He taps the tip against your tongue, ruddy and wet, pulling at the length of his shaft slowly. “Lick it, sweetheart.” He smiles, “Get it real wet.”

Your tongue drags along the underside testingly, circling his tip with hesitancy. You’ve given enough blowjobs to know the basics, but it’s never felt so magnified, knowing so many people were watching. And Eddie’s not sure what to expect either, but he’s more than hopeful. 

Your mouth waters at the prospect, gathering enough saliva to spit out over his dick before your hand comes up to replace his own, spreading it all the way down. Eddie curses, arms outstretched lazily as he watches, keeping himself together well despite how insanely turned on he was. For a brief moment he thinks that this is a terrible idea, not sure how well he could keep himself together.

“Fuck, let’s see how deep we can go, okay?” He suggest, his dick breaching your parted lips, pushing into your mouth slowly, you breathe deeply through your nose, letting him push as deep as he wants—he’s budging against the back of your throat and there’s nothing, which surprises you—you feel like you should gag, but the actual feeling never happens. It’s a surprise to you both, your eyes widening in disbelief. 

“Holy shit.” It’s an honest statement, you can hear it in his tone. “That’s right, sweetheart—love seeing you take my cock so well.” And maybe that is too, but you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Eddie pulls out slowly before plunging back in with a similar intensity, using your mouth for his own selfish need and feeding of your reactions, soft gasps for air, eyes tearing up as he picks up the pace, pulling back suddenly with your head grasped in his hands, one hand tucked snug under your chin while the other holds your hair back, gripped tightly in his fingers. 

His breath is just as baited, staring down at your red, irritated lips—having been stretched uncomfortably and shiny with spit.

He pulls at you roughly, maneuvering you onto your knees until he could reach your face, pressing his lips to yours hungrily and using it as an opportunity to whisper to you quietly. 

“You didn’t tell me you don’t have a gag reflex.” He says in a hushed tone, sounding slightly upset.

“I didn’t—I didn’t know, I swear.” You say defensively, his mouth sliding against yours in an effort to mask the conversation. “Eddie, I’m not lying.”

“No more surprises, please.” He begs with a soft laugh.

You nod slowly in understanding, letting Eddie avert the situation by asking a redundant question.

“Yeah? You want to give them a little show?” He asks with a sneaky smile, glancing over to the camera.

The tips had started flowing in instantly and Eddie hadn’t bothered to even look at any of it, too focused on the task at hand. 

Eddie shifts on the bed until he’s positioned behind you, hands resting low on your waist—you’d put on some gaudy, expensive lingerie that Eddie had bought you for this particular occasion. It was white, intricate lace with sheer material doing nothing to cover you up—it was perfect for the situation but so far from your own taste, but for Eddie you swallowed that pride. It made up for it with the grin that covered his face when you walked out of his bathroom earlier that night.

Your face sucks away from the camera, eyeing Eddie’s hand as it flattens out over your stomach, dragging along the skin delicately. “Do you need help?” He asks sweetly, peering over your shoulder and up to the camera. You nod slightly, letting his hands roam the full expanse of your body, over your breasts, down your stomach again and cupping your cunt in the fullness of his hand, his fingers grazing against the obvious wetness that had pooled there—he wasn’t sure how well this was working at first, but that small bit of evidence affirms it for him. He grips slightly, fingers digging into the fabric near your entrance. 

“Fuck,” He curses, the feeling causing you to gasp involuntarily, mouth dropping open in response, “are you gonna let me play with this pretty little pussy for everyone watching?” 

You nod dumbly, rocking into his grip subtly. 

“I’m not even sure you can’t take my fingers, sweetheart.” He lies, pushing the fabric with his fingers over your hole, your ass nudges against his still uncovered cock and he bites back a quiet groan, and you can assume that definitely isn’t for the camera. “Let’s take this off,” He suggests, fingers dragging along the curve of your breast, “show off those beautiful tits to everyone.”

Eddie pops the clasp easily, dragging the straps over your shoulders slowly until there’s nothing left for the material to snag into, falling from your chest and to the floor, round tits and soft buds that are squeezed between Eddie’s grip showing my, kneading the flesh until you’re keening into his touch, head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers pull at your nipple, rolling it gently between his fingers.

He can see the chat going wild, more and more generous donations flowing in by the second, he leans over to whisper into your ear, hands still working diligently.

“See?” Eddie points out, “They can’t get enough of it.”

You nod subtly, letting his hands drop for your breasts to slip into the front of your lace panties, fingers stretching against the fabric. 

“You’re not so innocent, are you?” He asks teasingly. “Do you want to play with yourself while everyone watches?”

Again, you nod, letting Eddie manhandle you down gently toward the bed, a similar position to the first time he guided you to an orgasm. 

“She’s pretty naughty, isn’t she?” He asks and it takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to his viewers rather than you. He pushes the thin fabric down your legs, dropping it to the floor lazily. “And naughty girls like the attention, don’t they?”

He glares down at you, his hands spreading over the inside of your thighs to hold you open, cunt on bare display for thousands to see. 

“Show them how you touch yourself,” He instructed, “—how badly that pussy of yours is begging to be filled.”

Your fingers tease lightly, drifting over your clit with a severe lack of attention, two fingers dipping inside of you with ease. 

You were rushing it on purpose, hoping Eddie would take over and make it all a little less embarrassing. He does, taking the opportunity to make a sly comment.

“Someone’s a little eager.” He laughs, chest rumbling at the motion. 

“It’s not enough,” You pout dramatically, peering up at him with soft, half-lidded eyes. Eddie didn’t expect you to play your part so easily and so well, breaking his persona for half a second as he stared back at you, nodding deftly. “Can I have your fingers, please?”

“Since you asked so nicely,” He smiles softly, swatting your hand away gently to replace it, his larger hands able to cover more area, joining in with the other as he wastes little time, a large finger pressing inside as he circles your clit. 

It’s the first genuine, unrestrained reaction you give all night—hands grasping at his forearms desperately, gasping sharply at the overwhelming pace he sets.

“We have to be sure I can fit, baby.” He coos and you feel your heart skip at the word, having never heard it fall from his lips until just now—it was addicting. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Eddie waits until you’re a moaning mess, hair mused over your face and cheeks hot from the action of bringing you to the brink so many times, cutting you just short of a glorious orgasm—he was holding it off for the finale, his dick straining just as hard from where it was tucked snug between you. 

When the time finally does come, Eddie’s positioned you over his lap from where he’s resting on his heels, the stretch of his larger thighs enough to seat you comfortably. He’s got a loose hand around his cock, rubbing it against your core teasingly, sparing a few looks in your direction as his eyebrows pull together in concentration. 

“First cock inside you and you’re letting me go in raw,” Eddie comments idly, more for the viewers sake than your own, “I’m honored, sweetheart.”

“Want it so bad, Eddie.” You plead, “I want you to be my first.”

Eddie very nearly breaks at that, turning his face to cover his full-faced laugh, and you’re feeling a little slighted at how easy it was for him to break with how hard you were trying to play up the idea that he initially came to you with—there were a million other creative directions he could’ve taken it but that was what he chose. You pinch him in the side briefly, controlling his facial expressions and focus back to something more appropriate.

You cant your hips up, the wetness of your cunt gliding over his dick until it clips your entrance, sinking down over him slowly with no warning. You gasp involuntarily—the stretch is real, nothing painful or out of the norm, but it’s been a while and you can’t deny the sting at being filled, satiating that urge you didn’t know you had. Eddie groans out brokenly, looking as wrecked as possible in the moment as he watches his dick disappear into you slowly, using the hold and momentum he had on you to force you to wait, moving his hips in small thrusts until you adjusted to his girth and size. 

For a brief moment, you forget what all of this is actually for.

Eddie lifts you slightly, watching your face contorted in pleasure, the warmth of your inner walls like a vice around him.

“Oh fuck,” He comments through a huffed breath, “squeezing my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“It’s so big,” You reply breathlessly, “you’re so—“

Eddie shushes you, the hand that’s not wrapped firmly around your waist rising to brush your hair away from your face, giving the watchers a clear view of your expression, eyes locked on the place where you two were joined together so intimately.

You expected it all to feel weird—and maybe the acting was a bit much, considering Eddie wasn’t nearly as raunchy outside of this, but you’ve never felt more comfortable with someone, and if you were to do something so risky with anyone in front of a mountain of people, you were glad it was him.

And you feel that ache deep in the pit of your stomach, the primal need for release, aiding Eddie in his movements to fuck yourself back against his dick, leaving him no choice but to let you take over—his legs give out and he’s scrambling until he’s seated on his ass, giving over full control to you as you rode him with fervor, hips bouncing eagerly on his cock until he’s nothing but an incoherent mess of praises. He’s never folded underneath someone so quick, distracted by his own building orgasm, the pressure building at the base of his dick.

“Fuck—I’m gonna come.” You warn, pressing your palms against his chest desperately, your movements less concise.

“You know the rule,” Eddie breathes out, voice shot, “ask nicely, sweetheart.”

You nod desperately, head thrown back in ecstasy as your mouth falls open on a soundless gasp. “Can I come? Please—need to come, fuck, I can’t—“

“Can I touch you?” Eddie whispers intimately, earning a subtle nod in return, forgetting everything but the desperation you felt. Eddie’s fingers only manage a few short, quick circles before you’re clenching down on him, coming with a strained moan as you ride out through the intensity of it—Eddie’s holding off, hand gripped tightly at the base.

“Fuck, good girl,” He says softly, “—can feel you dripping down my cock.”

You nod lazily, feeling Eddie tap at your thigh in an effort for you to move. You switch positions quickly, his face scrunched up in concentration as he kneeled over you, tapping at your face until your mouth fell open. It wasn’t something you initially discussed beforehand, figuring that he would probably just finish inside of you, knowing that’s what people really wanted.

But he couldn’t help himself, because it was what he wanted at that moment, his eyes pleading as you nodded in agreement. He rested the tip of his dick against your tongue as he tugged furiously, using his other hand to hold your mouth in waiting as he groaned loudly, coming over your tongue in long, forceful spurts, his eyes falling shut from the force that it hits him, jaw slack. He rubs tenderly at the joint of your own jaw, tugging at his dick until the feeling finally fades, the ache in his stomach slowly dissipating. You make a show of closing your mouth, swallowing the mouthful of come that sat on your tongue, finger dragging at the corner of your mouth where a small amount had started to dribble out, sucking unnecessarily on the finger until Eddie can’t help but look away, feeling oddly shy considering the situation.

Eddie finishes out the stream in his normal fashion, pulling his sweatpants over his waist lazily as you disappear offscreen after Eddie lands another open-mouthed kiss on you, tasting his own come as your tongue sneaks into his mouth without warning, chuckling softly at your antics.

Eddie discloses that he wouldn’t be doing any private shows afterwards, mostly because he was exhausted—but he also just didn’t feel like it, which was entirely normal for him, but he knew that aftercare was important. It happened with Steve occasionally, after a few rougher scenarios, and he couldn’t imagine leaving you alone after something like this. It also dawns on him that he really just wants to spend time with you. 

Once everything is finished up, he peeks into the bathroom as you’re stepping out of his shower, towel wrapped tightly around your body, wet hair dripping on his tile floor. 

“How was I?” You ask with a lilt to your voice, fishing for compliments—even though you knew you didn’t need to.

Eddie smiles warmly, coming up behind you, staring over your shoulder into the mirror—it was contagious, forcing you to smile too. 

“You’re a natural.” He says honestly, his hand winding around your front to tip up under your chin, head tilted slightly to look at him from a more comfortable angle. “But, I never want to do that again.”

You open your mouth to argue, but Eddie interrupts quickly.

“I can’t hold it together with you like I can with others.” He admits, “I can disconnect from it, but you—it’s so hard.”

“Eddie,” You say softly, “are you trying to say that you have a crush on me?”

Eddie doesn’t answer, letting you go almost immediately, not willing to deal with your teasing so openly. 

“You do,” You call after him, “—I want to hear you say it.”

“It doesn’t—“

You follow after him in nothing but your towel, shoving him against his bed weakly, his knees hit the edge and force him to sit. 

“Say it.” You push, forcing your knee between his outstretched legs. “Or I’m not testing out my severe lack of gag reflex on you ever again.”

“Hey, that’s uncalled for.” Eddie protests petulantly, avoiding the teasing finger you point his way, his hand shoving yours away gently. “Fuck—fine, I like you. Why does it matter?”

“Because we could have been fucking this entire time. I thought I was just your little passion project—“ You tell him, laughing at the thought, “not that I cared—but I just figured you wanted to stay friends, that’s why I never crossed that line until you asked me.”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs, pulling at the underside of your thighs until you’re seated carefully in his lap, not caring that the water was probably soaking his cotton sweatpants.

“Are you forgetting who our mutual friend is?” You ask, “I’m not that bad, Eddie.”

“Close enough.” He smiles, earning a soft hand to the side of his face as you shoved him away and hopped off his lap, trodding away toward the bathroom again. 

Eddie was enamored, with good reasoning, and he couldn’t help himself. He’s never done relationships or even half-assed sexual centric friendships, it was all very new to him. Still, he couldn’t help but want everything you had to offer and give everything he had in return. 

There’s a few pings from the bathroom, your phone nearly vibrating off the counter.

“Hey,” Your voice carries, earning a soft “Huh?” in response.

“You should probably call Steve—I didn’t really tell him we were doing this.” You say quickly, hoping that Eddie could be the one to break the news. “He’s probably losing his shit.”

And surely enough, the rest of the night was spent shoved together on the couch of your apartment, listening to Steve ramble on about how betrayed he felt.

“A word of warning would’ve been nice—I’m just trying to support a friend and then I see one best friend fucking my other best friend—I can’t unsee that.”

“So you watched the whole thing?” Eddie asks with a chuckle he can’t force down, glancing over at your horrified expression.

Steve shrugs, “Yeah—it wasn’t horrible.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You retort, “You’re just jealous that people liked me more than you.”

“Not even close.” Steve lies horribly.

Eddie watches you two with amusement, head switching back and forth between your endless banter.

“Well, it’s not happening again so you have nothing to worry about—people still love you.” Eddie defends, earning a supportive nod from you.

Steve smirks, “Yeah—that’s what they all say.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve shrugs without answering—he knew you both well enough, and despite Eddie’s protest about keeping real connections offline, it was a damn good marketing idea.

“I give her three months,” Steve says, elbowing Eddie in the rib, “You—one, maybe two.”

It didn’t matter what you two thought—Steve knew there was some truth to it and it was only a matter of time.

[so-mordorit-is]

The king and the Freak

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson x Steve Harrington

Summary - What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Warnings - 18+ please, smoking cigars and joints, underage drinking, swearing, little bit angst, make out, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweetheart), no use of y/n

words - 5k

Author’s Note - Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so, sorry for any mistakes! this part was kind of slow burn if you squint, but, i hope you like it.

What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Eddie always kept his eyes on you, in the cafeteria? sure he did! on the crowded hallways, yep! parking lot, classroom, parties? check check and check.

What he doesn’t know is that you keep doing the same for him. 

How could you not? 

That stupid lether jacket and vest combo, the stupid mop hair and that fucking dimples. You miss him, of course you do, but he sent you away when you told that was joining the cheer squad, something about different parts of the pyramid and blah blah blah.

You left the trailer that day and never, never looked back, until now.

You saw the commotion Eddie made in the cafeteria, something about false conformity and parties are killing the youngsters. Of course the hatred was turned to the basket team, he dramatically climbed on the table and made the demonic  horn sign through Jason, you had to put your hand on your mouth to not slip soda all over your friends and muffle your laugh.

Eddie’s gaze was on you, and he unmade the horns with the sweetest smile you ever saw, maintaining his gaze on yours. You could feel your face turning hot and red and you didn’t notice but you smiled back at him. You know you are not friends anymore, but in that moment it felt like nothing ever has changed and your heart ached cause, things are really changed. 

“Hey Poms, the freak is looking at you again, i can talk to him if you are feeling uncomfortable” Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins high, your boyfriend, was saying while he sit next to you 

“Don’t call him that, you know i don’t like it, and i don’t feel uncomfortable, you know that baby boy.” you said, giving a little peek on Steve’s cheek. 

“yeah, yeah, he was your friend, i know, sorry babydoll” he held your face between his hands and kissed your lips tenderly, his lips are soft and wet. Always tastes like coke, m&ms  and is too good to be true, you love it.

You turn to see the sadness in Eddie’s eyes, he was talking to some of his little sheeps and tossing a pretzel on the sophomore’s head.

~

“Ok Eddie, what the actually fuck was that? I thought that you were gonna destroy the jocks and then… nothing?” Mike asked while the browned hair boy made his way to sit.

“Doesn’t matter Wheeler, i made my point and i think everyone understand”  he hiss and toss the pretzel on Mike’s face

The others in the table started laughing and tossing food everywhere, until Gareth opens his mouth.

“So, you don’t lose all the hate in your discourse because the old friend almost burst her soda at the other cheerleaders?“ he just raise his eyebrows at Eddie

“Nah! i didn’t even see her” he is blushing now and all the boys could see, so Eddie did what he thought he did best, he ran. “Gentlemen, Gareth (he rolls his eyes at him), duty calls me, see you all at hellfire”.

It was always like this, he thinks about you everyday, even when that prick asked you out and even more when you two started dating a short time ago. But Steven is good with you,for you, better than him, he thinks.

Eddie walked to his locker, he needed a damn cigarette and since the principal was getting on his nerves, he decided to leave his cigarettes in his locker. When he opens the green metal door, a little envelope drops to the floor, he opens and found fifty bucks and a note  -Meet me at the bench in the woods after the game, please?”-

“It is always a deal, never a love note” he laughed by himself, stuck the money in his wallet and made his way through the parking lot to finally have his so well deserved smoke. 

~

"Hey Poms, can I talk to you?"  Chrissy looked a little nervous and was not her normal, Chris is always a delight to have near, now you could understand the crush Eddie had on her for like…years, she is a sweetheart. 

“Yes babe, of course” you squish Steve's hand and he brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle before you  walk with Chris ‘till the girls bathroom. 

You are checking yourself on the mirror when the strawberry blond started to rumble something that you can’t hear 

“Chrissy calm down, what happened?” you snapped her out of her thoughts with your not so friendly tone, you don’t have that much patience and that is ok by your friends.

“I slipped a note on Eddie’s locker, because I think we can smoke a little at Jason's party, you know, to relax because we are always training and I am so exhausted then, then, I can't! i can’t meet him, you know what Jason would do to him if he…” 

You cut Chrissy on the middle of the frase “Chris what the fuck did you do? Good, Jason is gonna kill Eddie, you can’t go! Forget the pot, not in million years i could let you do this, whatafuck Criss, so stupid” Now your face was covered by your hands.

“so” she continued, “So, I'm here asking you to go talk to him for me? please? you used to be friends, nobody is gonna say anything, everybody respects you and if somebody says something i just know you are gonna snap them out, so please, please, pretty please poms. 

you let a loud grow escape from your mouth, you don't wanna to talk to Eddie, he is never going to sell weed for you. "I don't even smoke chris'' it is almost a whisper, but between letting Eddie get killed and swallow your pride, you stick with the second option. 

“Ok Chris, i can do it for you, but you have to take Steve to the party with you, i don’t think he is gonna be happy with this, and if he knows what i was doing and for who, maybe he gonna tell Jason, and if… Chris, and I am being dead serious, if Jason touches any hair of the mopped head of Eddie, I will kill him, o.k.a.y? 

“Oh! Poms you are the best! and scary too” she said in the middle of giggles and hugs. 

~

The game went well, Sinclair made the victory point and all the gym burst in cheers and congratulations words, you was almost happy, but then, the fucking buterflies on your belly remaind you of your late encounter with you old friend -crush- 

You found Steve at the bleachers, he was already smiling at you, making his way to you, pushing some tenageers midleway and he tangled his hands around you, bringing you closer to him and then hugging you stronger than he never did before.

“Thanks Steve, i almost felt less nervous knowing you are here for me” you put two hands on Steve’s chest whilst his hands stopped on your waist “Babe, my mom is in the parking lot waiting for me, i have to go home and take a shower and then i meet you at the party, is this ok?” you hope that he doesn't hear the doubt in your voice.

Steve frowns his brows in disapprovement “I can go with you and wait or i can go to take you to the party when you are ready, if you want” 

“No needed baby, don’t worry, be good and have fun until I get there, ok?” you kiss him one more time before going to the woods. 

While you are walking through the hallways you notice some hellfire boys on the front door, they are like always, louder and happier, you could not notice that the dungeos master was not anywhere to been seeing, you sighing and start the tortures walk to Eddie.

~

The night was warm and the big full moon illuminated all the darkness that had in your way, the scrunches of the dry leaves took you off of your own thoughts,the cold night breeze made contact with the warmth of your body, causing little shivers in your skin.

you just started to walk in the field when you heard someone clearing their throat, you jump and look behind you, hand in your chest, trying to calm yourself down. 

“Why you do that, are you fucking stupid? such a child, jesus” you turn your eyes to Eddie, who was sitting on the back of his van with the biggest smirk. 

“I see” he mumbled the words “the clothes change, the freak no! Such a dirty mouth sweetheart” he said while standing up from his previous seat and starting to walk towards you, "A note? after two years?”

You are there, inches from him and you couldn't deny, you want to jump on him, hug him, kiss all his face and say how much you missed him, how much you think of him all the time, how you fight with all the basket team to leave him alone. You wanted to tell him all of this...but

"Clearly is not my note Eddie, i'm just making a favor for a friend who are to scared with all your… faced" you check him up and down, all of him, his hair was longer than you remember, his freckles still there, nearby the bridge of his nose, his big round brown eyes still reminds you a kicked puppy dog.

“Nah, I know! Just, surprised that you are actually here and talking to me, I thought  that you forgot your roots… too good to be seen with the school freak.” 

“I’m gonna kill Chrissy for fucking my fucking night” you pinche your bridge nose and sigh. 

“Listen Edward, first of all, you are not a damn freak, stop saying that give power to people said that too, dummy. And second, you sent me home. If I can record, you told me that you can’t be friends with a cheerleader and I had to start to make new friends, right?

“Yeah, right” he shrink and look to the ground  “your mysterious friend already pay, so, you can walk with me ‘till the van and you can go back to your perfect life and pretend that I never exist again” 

He knows what he did, and he knows that had to live with his decisions but, something about you, the moon enlightened  your eyes, the hair perfectly pulled out behind your ear, damnit, he misses you the same way you miss him. You can tell by the way his eyes were never in yours. 

“Chrissy” you said when you arrived at his van “Chrissy made the note, then, she asked me to come here, and i come because i don’t want Jason to kill you, so, i am here now, and..” you kick some leaves on the floor, your gaze always on your shoes, you can’t look at him now with your glazy eyes and broken heart.

Eddie took the weed pack from his front seat listening carefully to which word left your mouth, his heart was beating so loud that he was afraid that you heard.

“And?” He said looking at you, you could feel his eyes burning through your skin,you saw his white Reeboks stopped right before your white vans, you raised your eyes to him, and for the first time in years, you were seeing his big brown puppy eyes, looking at you in the same intensity, and that was it for you.

You moved quicker than you know that you could, your hands around his waist, your head on his chest and you held him close to you, his hands automatically on the small of your back, and he pressed you against his body.

“I just told you Chrissy is a pothead and you just listened to the “and” in my frase? Really eddie?” He hasn't changed the perfume, the same cheap cologne that you gave him years ago, “you keep using it”, the tobacco and the weed, his shampoo… you felt more like home now than in the two years that you lived without him. 

He moved his nose tip to the crown of your head, smelling the scent of your shampoo and perfume, he held you more and more on his body, his voice was week, you could barely listen to his words

“I don’t care about Chrissy and her bad habits”  he leaves a kiss on your head “I care about you, always do, even from far.” you kissed his chest, above his heart and let your hands caressing his face, raising your gaze to his.

“I miss you, Eddie, I really did. Please don’t send me away again, i don’t wanna do this anymore” your eyes now are pools of tears as you hold the face of the boy who for so long was the object of our desire and affections like was nothing that hurted you ‘till the bones.

"You are not going anywhere anymore, not now, not never, good?" He wiped the tears from your  face and hugged you. Both stay like this for quick five minutes, you can hear the cicadas singing full lungs, the way the threes dance to the wind, the crunch of the leaves every now and then when you lose the balance,you can also hear his heart beating faster like the drums of his favorite band “good” you only murmur.

~

Eddie drove you to Jason’s party, no way he was letting you walk ‘till there, “too much road for your beautiful feet, princess” he told you, trying to convince you that was for the best.

You manege to convince eddie to stay for a drink or two, promising him that no stupid jock was say anything to him, and if they say so, you are gonna take care of them. He really misses you bossing him -and everyone else- around.

You hold Eddie’s hand and drag him to the party, seeing Steve at the kitchen you make quick steps and smile at your boyfriend. He looks pretty, but kind of dumn using sunglasses at night, but it is ok, he looks yummy like always. 

His smile almost disappears when he sees you.

Sees you holding hands with someone who is not him.

A man 's hand. 

The smile disappeared when he saw whose man was that hand. Eddie, “of course”, he thinks. 

you let Eddie’s hand go and give Steve a little peck on the lips, his face turned down to look at you, his kind eyes are not too kind right now and you can’t blame him.

“I am so sorry for lying to you,baby boy. I had to do a favor for a friend and she wants total description so, sorry” 

you pushed Eddie near Steve, putting the two of them side by side. Steve never saw your smile so big, you look really happy to have Eddie here, you look even happier when you stop in the middle of the men. “I have to find my friend, maybe it took some time, i don’t know how drunk she is, but i promise i’ll be back soon enough for be missing”

“I already miss you babydoll, don’t go… please” Steve held your hands tight and brought you to a little kiss, that in the end wasn’t that little.

You could feel Eddie’s envy burning in his eyes when you looked at him with a shy smile. 

You held one hand of each boy and smile 

“Make Eddie company, ok baby boy?” you smile to Steve and move your gaze to Eddie 

“And you, please don’t leave before I come back, please?” Eddie kisses you hand while looking into your eyes “Not going anywhere princess, promise!” You smile wide and gave ‘lil jumps of happiness before disappearing on the crowded party,

~

Eddie and Steve never had ever spoken to each other, they haven’t anything, and i said, anything in comum, but you. Steve took two beer’s can and passed one to Eddie

“Friends again?” Steve ask nonchalant when he opens his beer

“Guess so” Eddie opened the can and took a sip of the warm beer “Boyfriend yet?” 

Eddie now was smirking and Steve assumed his characteristic pose, hands to the hips and with a discredited look to Eddie.

“Play nice dude” Steve was so pissed that this was the only thing that he could tell Eddie that moment.

“Wanna smoke?” Eddie asks and makes his way to the garden, Steve knows how his girlfriend will eat his brain out if anything happens with the freak, so he follows Eddie. 

~

Chrissy was dancing in the middle of the living room, she was clearly not sober but not that drunk, just, tipsy you think.

You took her wrist and pull her from the dancing floor, the girl hugged you and smile wide, you pretty sure that saw all her teeths at the same time 

“God Poms, I thought I was sending you to your death, why did you take so long? Is everything ok?” she couldn’t hear you!  Music is to loud, so she pushes you upstairs 

The girls went to a empty bedroom, Chris sits at the bed and pull you down with her, you gave her a bag with some joints already rolled, her eyes illuminated when she saw, you made eddie roll all her joints and he even gave her more that she pay for, and she know that was him saying thanks you for bring you back to his life.

“You are amazing Poms” she lit one of the joints and held your hand “Here is Stevie?, he is always following you like a puppy or a bodyguard” you chuckle from the sincerity of Chris, you know she is right, Steve was always following you.

“He is taking care of Eddie for me, i don’t want him to fight with some stupid drunk jock”

“So Edward “super yummy and old crush of this friend of mine” Munson is here?, if i was you poms, i would go back and find your boys, i heard Alice saying she had a crush on eddie and i don’t want you to break your heart again, so, let’s go?”

“Alice? that bitch was bullying him some weeks ago, fucking hoe” you said laughing, Chrissy stands up and offered her hands “True or Dare?” she said, you took her hand and went down stairs, on the last step you saw Alice talking to Eddie, her hands curling the ends of his hair, lips near his ear, he was smiling at her, Jesus just you remember all the shit Alice did with him in school?  and of fuck course, Tammy fucking thompson was talking to Steve, almost drooling on his soft skin, “bitch” you rolled your eyes and smirked to your best friend “True or dare it is!”. 

~

Steve and Eddie drank another beer after dismissing the girls. Eddie's fingers drummed on the can while Steve was trying to look through the crowd but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Who is this friend of hers again?”  Steve asked, eyes still glued on the crowd

“Just Chrissy, she wants pot but… uhm,was too afraid of me, don’t imagine why” he pauses his frase for some seconds “so, Chrissy sends her to complete the deal” Eddie finished putting the can at the sink and turning to Steve.

“Ok big boy, we are gonna split, who finds her first is her boyfriend for the rest of the night” he smirked and Steve for the uncountless time for the night, rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah! in your dreams freak” Steve sighs “Just, try to not get into trouble ok? I want to have a girlfriend when this nightmare is over”. 

“S’alright, I’m gonna bring our princess back, king Stevie” Eddie wink and went to the deck to look for you. Before Steve could leave the kitchen, Robin stopped him.

~

“Ok, true or dare Poms?” 

Eddie turned to the mention of your nickname,  there you are, sitting in a circle with a bunch of high schoolers who probably hate him just for being him. 

The music was not too loud “thanks god” , thinks Eddie,he was going to throw up if heard Madonna one more time. 

Everybody had a red cup on hand,feet on the cold water of the pool, a small odor of pot and cigs,but for one moment, all the lights and sounds disappeared before his eyes and then, you.

All he could see was you, 

hear you.

The moon light reflecting on your naked shoulders, your damn hair flying with the breeze, the wet on your lips shining when you smile, and then your eyes. 

These fucking loving caring sweet eyes, for him was a slightly vision of heaven.

He knows you are out of his league, you look ethereal, strong and sweet.

His sweet girl, but not his, before he could reach you, Jonathan called him and Eddie could never leave him talking by himself, right? 

Steve observed the whole scene, he saw Eddie stopping just a few steps off you, he saw Eddie's chest rising when his breath heavier to the hearing of your laugh, he saw the signs, the broken smile when Jonathan touches his shoulder, and then he Steve saw you, and he understanding everything, Eddie loves you as much as Steve do, and with a click, the green jealousy monster took control of his body.

“True, obviously" you said middle of a giggle, for the first time of your miserable life you are jealous, not for just one boy, but for two, and only god knows how pissed you are right now, so one thing lead another, and you are maybe high maybe drunk, maybe both.

Who knows? you definitely not. 

“Who is the better kisser? The king or the freak?” 

Chrissy’s tongue pokes her upper lips before she sends you a mischievous kiss.

you took a drag off somebody's joints, and snapped your gaze at Chriss, and then Eddie, Steve and at last but not the least, Alice.

“How would I know? I never kissed Eddie” you took another drag “ask Alice, i heard he had her way with both” you smirk and drank all the alcohol that had in your cup. All the circle started to laugh and some girls made the “O” face. Standing up was difficult but staying standing was even worse “Anyaway, I hate this game and I need another drink”.

Before you could leave the circle Steve’s voice caught your attention “True or dare babydoll?”

If you had lasers in your eyes, Steve would explode in a million pieces, you left a little gagle escape between your lips,before you could answer anything “Cat got your tongue?” you still don’t answer just crossing your arms in front of your chest “Kiss Eddie, i dare you” Steve now closer to you, Eddie was smoking his joint and talking to Jonathan, you don’t really think he knows what is happening now “Or drink the whole cup,you are feeling so brave today” 

“Fuck you Steve” You took the cup from his hand and chugged the whole liquid of it, you felt your throat burn and Eddie took the cup off your hand  “Easy there, tiger! And what is this?” he said taking the joint from your fingers “What fuck? Princess are you triyng to kill yourself?“ he looked at Steve “Why are you not doing anything?”, Steve keep his mouth shut “He dare me, so i drank it” you said before tramble in your on feet,  Eddie tuck you over his shoulders and bumped Steve, you are laughing the whole time, and this make all that crap torelable for Eddie “fucking useles” he whispers to steve before take you to his van. 

~

Eddie opens the back door of his van and softly lay you down on the blankets that he kept there, he don’t had said one word since all the show you and Steve put in front of the whole school, “Just fucking perfect” he said pinching his nose bridge, he sits on the edge of the van and tried to lighting his cigs but unsucesfull.

“Look, fairy lights, I put this on during our sophomore year, they still work? '' You said, now on your knees trying to catch the little bulbs with your hands, before falling back to the blankets laughing” Eddie was outside the van, fishing his lighter from his back pocket when you called him again.

“Hey, sweet boy, are you really here?” your sweet voice made Eddie melt before he could look at you “or am i dreaming?”  you poke Eddie’s back with our fingertips and your smile was weak, but it is still there, enough for him. 

Steve came from nowhere and sat beside Eddie, without saying any word too.

“WOW! Now I know I am dreaming!” you almost scream, you sit with your legs criss crossed, looking at the boys with your shining star eyes “My beautiful baby boy and my beautiful sweet boy, together? HOW ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS NOW, OH! EDDIE THE PUSHER?!”

Eddie can’t contain the laugh, he was bursting! A mess of hair and laughing tears, your eyes are shining more, something the way Eddies dimples appearing and the raspy sound of his laugh, you crawl on all fours to sit between the two boys, standing on your knees, you felt the shivers running down your spine when your hand touches Eddie’s cheek, 

“So beautiful babe” you whisper softly,taking off some curls of Eddie’s face, “really beautiful”. you gave him a loving smile, he put his hand above yours and interlaced yours fingers.

Turning your face to Steve,his eyes never letting yours, his hand on the back of your neck,je caressing your hair, bring your face near to his. Your other hand came to Steve’s face, contorning his jawline with your thumb, you move your mouth next to Steve’s ear and whisper so softly, steve felt like tickles of feathers against his skin, 

“You are so handsome, baby” you let kisses from his neck and back to his ear “I am so glad you are here” leaving a kiss right on his neck, under his ear. “My pretty boy, Kiss me”

Steve’s lips are hungry, the kiss was nothing like he usually kissed you. He desires you, you could feel the pressure of his lips and the rush to invade your mouth with his tongue. He massages his tongue against yours, sucking it every now and then,making you moan into his lips, he bites you, his hands traveling through your body, pinching and squeezing all the right parts of it. Your hand never let Eddie’s hand go, Steve noticed that too. Making him let a loud moan escape between his lips.

You broke the kiss seeking for air, when Steve tugged his hand on your hair, moving your head in Eddie’s direction, your lips glistening made Eddie lick his own lips, his eyes were moving between Steve’s eyes and your perfect, plump lips.

Steve’s nods and Eddie cups your face, he looks at your eyes searching for permission, you nod and then he  kisses your lips. 

He kisses you like his life depends on it, how it was just for tonight he was living the fantasy of years and years of Unrequited love, and he felt his brain melt when you kissed him with the same urgency. Steve’s hand never let your hair go, Eddie kissed your lips as much Steve let him. 

His calloused hands traveling through the hills of your body “so soft” he whimpers, your moaning at Eddie’s hands made Steve’s cock tweets inside his pants.

~

Eddie turned the fairy lights on, the van's back door now closed, the yellowish weak light made you feel on one of your dreams.

You had climbed on Steve’s lap, kissing his neck, living small red marks all through his length. His hands grabbing and groping your ass, opening your cheeks once and while. Eddie’s mouth on your neck, hands tugging your hair, lips begging for more space, you felt overwhelmed with so much love the boys are giving to you.

you rock your hips on Steve’s bulge, pressing your cunt on it, rocking your hips back and forth, Steve’s let his head fall down, eyes shut closed, he bite his lip suppressing his moans, you put your hand on Eddie’s bulge, palming him through his jeans, he was big and tick and your mouth was watering for him. 

You tangled your free hand on Steve’s hair, pulling him near to your face, Eddie kneel behind you, kissing your neck and collar bone.

Your eyes never leaving Steve’s eyes, a devilish smirk crossed your face. You kiss Steve’s one more time before sliding your hand on Eddie’s neck, tugging him by his curls and bringing his face next to yours.

The two boys are exactly where you wanna then, on your fingers.

You give Eddie a little kiss, biting his bottom lip when you break the kiss, you do the same thing with Steve, always bringing the boy’s faces more and more next to each other, they mouths are almost touching, you could give little peck on their mouths with on kiss, you could feel the expensive cologne steve’s wore, the smell of mint gum on eddie’s breath, Steve’s bulge pressed on or ass and Eddie’s on the side of your body, the boys lock their eyes, you bite your lips at the imagine and whisper

“True or Dare?” to anyone who answers first, both men respond in unison. 

“DARE.”

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Pretty Persuasion

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary: You are the proud owner of Hawkins Records and have been for some years now, but dwindling sales mean that you might be forced to close the store that you love so much. Help comes in the form of Eddie Munson, former friend and frontman of a very successful band, but since the two of you hadn’t parted in the best way 12 years ago there is no telling what will happen when you reunite again.

Word Count: 19.398

Content warning: 18+ mdni. Porn with lots of feelings. I am not joking, there are a lot of feels in this. Two idiots in love. Swearing. Oral (m and f receiving). Unprotected sex (p in v). Alcohol use, but nothing outrageous. Short haired Eddie (hey, if the guys from Metallica got a haircut in the 90s, Eddie can get one too). Please let me know if I missed something!

Notes: This story takes place in 1996 and Eddie and Reader are both 30 years old. Reader character graduated in 1984, the year that Eddie was supposed to have graduated as well, and left Hawkins shortly afterwards.

I made a playlist for this that I played whilst writing and it can be found right here for people that are interested. It’s mainly alternative music from the 90s from bands that I love.

Beta read by the lovely Pearl. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.

Tagging @adrille88 @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @quantumlocked310 @kaybee87 @istorkyou @bragisrunes

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The king and the Freak

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!reader Henderson x Steve Harrington

Summary - What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Warnings - 18+ please, smoking cigars and joints, underage drinking, swearing, little bit angst, make out, pet names (baby girl, princess, sweetheart), no use of y/n

words - 5k

Author’s Note - Sorry if it was a little longer than I thought, English is not my first language so, sorry for any mistakes! this part was kind of slow burn if you squint, but, i hope you like it.

What else should he expect from you? Of course you were friends, but this happened years ago, by now, he doesn't even know who you are anymore. underneath that short green and white skirt, the pom poms and the mean attitude, Eddie Munson knew his old sweet friend was there, she had to be somewhere. 

Eddie always kept his eyes on you, in the cafeteria? sure he did! on the crowded hallways, yep! parking lot, classroom, parties? check check and check.

What he doesn’t know is that you keep doing the same for him. 

How could you not? 

That stupid lether jacket and vest combo, the stupid mop hair and that fucking dimples. You miss him, of course you do, but he sent you away when you told that was joining the cheer squad, something about different parts of the pyramid and blah blah blah.

You left the trailer that day and never, never looked back, until now.

You saw the commotion Eddie made in the cafeteria, something about false conformity and parties are killing the youngsters. Of course the hatred was turned to the basket team, he dramatically climbed on the table and made the demonic  horn sign through Jason, you had to put your hand on your mouth to not slip soda all over your friends and muffle your laugh.

Eddie’s gaze was on you, and he unmade the horns with the sweetest smile you ever saw, maintaining his gaze on yours. You could feel your face turning hot and red and you didn’t notice but you smiled back at him. You know you are not friends anymore, but in that moment it felt like nothing ever has changed and your heart ached cause, things are really changed. 

“Hey Poms, the freak is looking at you again, i can talk to him if you are feeling uncomfortable” Steve Harrington, king of Hawkins high, your boyfriend, was saying while he sit next to you 

“Don’t call him that, you know i don’t like it, and i don’t feel uncomfortable, you know that baby boy.” you said, giving a little peek on Steve’s cheek. 

“yeah, yeah, he was your friend, i know, sorry babydoll” he held your face between his hands and kissed your lips tenderly, his lips are soft and wet. Always tastes like coke, m&ms  and is too good to be true, you love it.

You turn to see the sadness in Eddie’s eyes, he was talking to some of his little sheeps and tossing a pretzel on the sophomore’s head.

~

“Ok Eddie, what the actually fuck was that? I thought that you were gonna destroy the jocks and then… nothing?” Mike asked while the browned hair boy made his way to sit.

“Doesn’t matter Wheeler, i made my point and i think everyone understand”  he hiss and toss the pretzel on Mike’s face

The others in the table started laughing and tossing food everywhere, until Gareth opens his mouth.

“So, you don’t lose all the hate in your discourse because the old friend almost burst her soda at the other cheerleaders?“ he just raise his eyebrows at Eddie

“Nah! i didn’t even see her” he is blushing now and all the boys could see, so Eddie did what he thought he did best, he ran. “Gentlemen, Gareth (he rolls his eyes at him), duty calls me, see you all at hellfire”.

It was always like this, he thinks about you everyday, even when that prick asked you out and even more when you two started dating a short time ago. But Steven is good with you,for you, better than him, he thinks.

Eddie walked to his locker, he needed a damn cigarette and since the principal was getting on his nerves, he decided to leave his cigarettes in his locker. When he opens the green metal door, a little envelope drops to the floor, he opens and found fifty bucks and a note  -Meet me at the bench in the woods after the game, please?”-

“It is always a deal, never a love note” he laughed by himself, stuck the money in his wallet and made his way through the parking lot to finally have his so well deserved smoke. 

~

"Hey Poms, can I talk to you?"  Chrissy looked a little nervous and was not her normal, Chris is always a delight to have near, now you could understand the crush Eddie had on her for like…years, she is a sweetheart. 

“Yes babe, of course” you squish Steve's hand and he brings your hand to his lips and kisses every knuckle before you  walk with Chris ‘till the girls bathroom. 

You are checking yourself on the mirror when the strawberry blond started to rumble something that you can’t hear 

“Chrissy calm down, what happened?” you snapped her out of her thoughts with your not so friendly tone, you don’t have that much patience and that is ok by your friends.

“I slipped a note on Eddie’s locker, because I think we can smoke a little at Jason's party, you know, to relax because we are always training and I am so exhausted then, then, I can't! i can’t meet him, you know what Jason would do to him if he…” 

You cut Chrissy on the middle of the frase “Chris what the fuck did you do? Good, Jason is gonna kill Eddie, you can’t go! Forget the pot, not in million years i could let you do this, whatafuck Criss, so stupid” Now your face was covered by your hands.

“so” she continued, “So, I'm here asking you to go talk to him for me? please? you used to be friends, nobody is gonna say anything, everybody respects you and if somebody says something i just know you are gonna snap them out, so please, please, pretty please poms. 

you let a loud grow escape from your mouth, you don't wanna to talk to Eddie, he is never going to sell weed for you. "I don't even smoke chris'' it is almost a whisper, but between letting Eddie get killed and swallow your pride, you stick with the second option. 

“Ok Chris, i can do it for you, but you have to take Steve to the party with you, i don’t think he is gonna be happy with this, and if he knows what i was doing and for who, maybe he gonna tell Jason, and if… Chris, and I am being dead serious, if Jason touches any hair of the mopped head of Eddie, I will kill him, o.k.a.y? 

“Oh! Poms you are the best! and scary too” she said in the middle of giggles and hugs. 

~

The game went well, Sinclair made the victory point and all the gym burst in cheers and congratulations words, you was almost happy, but then, the fucking buterflies on your belly remaind you of your late encounter with you old friend -crush- 

You found Steve at the bleachers, he was already smiling at you, making his way to you, pushing some tenageers midleway and he tangled his hands around you, bringing you closer to him and then hugging you stronger than he never did before.

“Thanks Steve, i almost felt less nervous knowing you are here for me” you put two hands on Steve’s chest whilst his hands stopped on your waist “Babe, my mom is in the parking lot waiting for me, i have to go home and take a shower and then i meet you at the party, is this ok?” you hope that he doesn't hear the doubt in your voice.

Steve frowns his brows in disapprovement “I can go with you and wait or i can go to take you to the party when you are ready, if you want” 

“No needed baby, don’t worry, be good and have fun until I get there, ok?” you kiss him one more time before going to the woods. 

While you are walking through the hallways you notice some hellfire boys on the front door, they are like always, louder and happier, you could not notice that the dungeos master was not anywhere to been seeing, you sighing and start the tortures walk to Eddie.

~

The night was warm and the big full moon illuminated all the darkness that had in your way, the scrunches of the dry leaves took you off of your own thoughts,the cold night breeze made contact with the warmth of your body, causing little shivers in your skin.

you just started to walk in the field when you heard someone clearing their throat, you jump and look behind you, hand in your chest, trying to calm yourself down. 

“Why you do that, are you fucking stupid? such a child, jesus” you turn your eyes to Eddie, who was sitting on the back of his van with the biggest smirk. 

“I see” he mumbled the words “the clothes change, the freak no! Such a dirty mouth sweetheart” he said while standing up from his previous seat and starting to walk towards you, "A note? after two years?”

You are there, inches from him and you couldn't deny, you want to jump on him, hug him, kiss all his face and say how much you missed him, how much you think of him all the time, how you fight with all the basket team to leave him alone. You wanted to tell him all of this...but

"Clearly is not my note Eddie, i'm just making a favor for a friend who are to scared with all your… faced" you check him up and down, all of him, his hair was longer than you remember, his freckles still there, nearby the bridge of his nose, his big round brown eyes still reminds you a kicked puppy dog.

“Nah, I know! Just, surprised that you are actually here and talking to me, I thought  that you forgot your roots… too good to be seen with the school freak.” 

“I’m gonna kill Chrissy for fucking my fucking night” you pinche your bridge nose and sigh. 

“Listen Edward, first of all, you are not a damn freak, stop saying that give power to people said that too, dummy. And second, you sent me home. If I can record, you told me that you can’t be friends with a cheerleader and I had to start to make new friends, right?

“Yeah, right” he shrink and look to the ground  “your mysterious friend already pay, so, you can walk with me ‘till the van and you can go back to your perfect life and pretend that I never exist again” 

He knows what he did, and he knows that had to live with his decisions but, something about you, the moon enlightened  your eyes, the hair perfectly pulled out behind your ear, damnit, he misses you the same way you miss him. You can tell by the way his eyes were never in yours. 

“Chrissy” you said when you arrived at his van “Chrissy made the note, then, she asked me to come here, and i come because i don’t want Jason to kill you, so, i am here now, and..” you kick some leaves on the floor, your gaze always on your shoes, you can’t look at him now with your glazy eyes and broken heart.

Eddie took the weed pack from his front seat listening carefully to which word left your mouth, his heart was beating so loud that he was afraid that you heard.

“And?” He said looking at you, you could feel his eyes burning through your skin,you saw his white Reeboks stopped right before your white vans, you raised your eyes to him, and for the first time in years, you were seeing his big brown puppy eyes, looking at you in the same intensity, and that was it for you.

You moved quicker than you know that you could, your hands around his waist, your head on his chest and you held him close to you, his hands automatically on the small of your back, and he pressed you against his body.

“I just told you Chrissy is a pothead and you just listened to the “and” in my frase? Really eddie?” He hasn't changed the perfume, the same cheap cologne that you gave him years ago, “you keep using it”, the tobacco and the weed, his shampoo… you felt more like home now than in the two years that you lived without him. 

He moved his nose tip to the crown of your head, smelling the scent of your shampoo and perfume, he held you more and more on his body, his voice was week, you could barely listen to his words

“I don’t care about Chrissy and her bad habits”  he leaves a kiss on your head “I care about you, always do, even from far.” you kissed his chest, above his heart and let your hands caressing his face, raising your gaze to his.

“I miss you, Eddie, I really did. Please don’t send me away again, i don’t wanna do this anymore” your eyes now are pools of tears as you hold the face of the boy who for so long was the object of our desire and affections like was nothing that hurted you ‘till the bones.

"You are not going anywhere anymore, not now, not never, good?" He wiped the tears from your  face and hugged you. Both stay like this for quick five minutes, you can hear the cicadas singing full lungs, the way the threes dance to the wind, the crunch of the leaves every now and then when you lose the balance,you can also hear his heart beating faster like the drums of his favorite band “good” you only murmur.

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Eddie drove you to Jason’s party, no way he was letting you walk ‘till there, “too much road for your beautiful feet, princess” he told you, trying to convince you that was for the best.

You manege to convince eddie to stay for a drink or two, promising him that no stupid jock was say anything to him, and if they say so, you are gonna take care of them. He really misses you bossing him -and everyone else- around.

You hold Eddie’s hand and drag him to the party, seeing Steve at the kitchen you make quick steps and smile at your boyfriend. He looks pretty, but kind of dumn using sunglasses at night, but it is ok, he looks yummy like always. 

His smile almost disappears when he sees you.

Sees you holding hands with someone who is not him.

A man 's hand. 

The smile disappeared when he saw whose man was that hand. Eddie, “of course”, he thinks. 

you let Eddie’s hand go and give Steve a little peck on the lips, his face turned down to look at you, his kind eyes are not too kind right now and you can’t blame him.

“I am so sorry for lying to you,baby boy. I had to do a favor for a friend and she wants total description so, sorry” 

you pushed Eddie near Steve, putting the two of them side by side. Steve never saw your smile so big, you look really happy to have Eddie here, you look even happier when you stop in the middle of the men. “I have to find my friend, maybe it took some time, i don’t know how drunk she is, but i promise i’ll be back soon enough for be missing”

“I already miss you babydoll, don’t go… please” Steve held your hands tight and brought you to a little kiss, that in the end wasn’t that little.

You could feel Eddie’s envy burning in his eyes when you looked at him with a shy smile. 

You held one hand of each boy and smile 

“Make Eddie company, ok baby boy?” you smile to Steve and move your gaze to Eddie 

“And you, please don’t leave before I come back, please?” Eddie kisses you hand while looking into your eyes “Not going anywhere princess, promise!” You smile wide and gave ‘lil jumps of happiness before disappearing on the crowded party,

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Eddie and Steve never had ever spoken to each other, they haven’t anything, and i said, anything in comum, but you. Steve took two beer’s can and passed one to Eddie

“Friends again?” Steve ask nonchalant when he opens his beer

“Guess so” Eddie opened the can and took a sip of the warm beer “Boyfriend yet?” 

Eddie now was smirking and Steve assumed his characteristic pose, hands to the hips and with a discredited look to Eddie.

“Play nice dude” Steve was so pissed that this was the only thing that he could tell Eddie that moment.

“Wanna smoke?” Eddie asks and makes his way to the garden, Steve knows how his girlfriend will eat his brain out if anything happens with the freak, so he follows Eddie. 

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Chrissy was dancing in the middle of the living room, she was clearly not sober but not that drunk, just, tipsy you think.

You took her wrist and pull her from the dancing floor, the girl hugged you and smile wide, you pretty sure that saw all her teeths at the same time 

“God Poms, I thought I was sending you to your death, why did you take so long? Is everything ok?” she couldn’t hear you!  Music is to loud, so she pushes you upstairs 

The girls went to a empty bedroom, Chris sits at the bed and pull you down with her, you gave her a bag with some joints already rolled, her eyes illuminated when she saw, you made eddie roll all her joints and he even gave her more that she pay for, and she know that was him saying thanks you for bring you back to his life.

“You are amazing Poms” she lit one of the joints and held your hand “Here is Stevie?, he is always following you like a puppy or a bodyguard” you chuckle from the sincerity of Chris, you know she is right, Steve was always following you.

“He is taking care of Eddie for me, i don’t want him to fight with some stupid drunk jock”

“So Edward “super yummy and old crush of this friend of mine” Munson is here?, if i was you poms, i would go back and find your boys, i heard Alice saying she had a crush on eddie and i don’t want you to break your heart again, so, let’s go?”

“Alice? that bitch was bullying him some weeks ago, fucking hoe” you said laughing, Chrissy stands up and offered her hands “True or Dare?” she said, you took her hand and went down stairs, on the last step you saw Alice talking to Eddie, her hands curling the ends of his hair, lips near his ear, he was smiling at her, Jesus just you remember all the shit Alice did with him in school?  and of fuck course, Tammy fucking thompson was talking to Steve, almost drooling on his soft skin, “bitch” you rolled your eyes and smirked to your best friend “True or dare it is!”. 

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Steve and Eddie drank another beer after dismissing the girls. Eddie's fingers drummed on the can while Steve was trying to look through the crowd but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Who is this friend of hers again?”  Steve asked, eyes still glued on the crowd

“Just Chrissy, she wants pot but… uhm,was too afraid of me, don’t imagine why” he pauses his frase for some seconds “so, Chrissy sends her to complete the deal” Eddie finished putting the can at the sink and turning to Steve.

“Ok big boy, we are gonna split, who finds her first is her boyfriend for the rest of the night” he smirked and Steve for the uncountless time for the night, rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah! in your dreams freak” Steve sighs “Just, try to not get into trouble ok? I want to have a girlfriend when this nightmare is over”. 

“S’alright, I’m gonna bring our princess back, king Stevie” Eddie wink and went to the deck to look for you. Before Steve could leave the kitchen, Robin stopped him.

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“Ok, true or dare Poms?” 

Eddie turned to the mention of your nickname,  there you are, sitting in a circle with a bunch of high schoolers who probably hate him just for being him. 

The music was not too loud “thanks god” , thinks Eddie,he was going to throw up if heard Madonna one more time. 

Everybody had a red cup on hand,feet on the cold water of the pool, a small odor of pot and cigs,but for one moment, all the lights and sounds disappeared before his eyes and then, you.

All he could see was you, 

hear you.

The moon light reflecting on your naked shoulders, your damn hair flying with the breeze, the wet on your lips shining when you smile, and then your eyes. 

These fucking loving caring sweet eyes, for him was a slightly vision of heaven.

He knows you are out of his league, you look ethereal, strong and sweet.

His sweet girl, but not his, before he could reach you, Jonathan called him and Eddie could never leave him talking by himself, right? 

Steve observed the whole scene, he saw Eddie stopping just a few steps off you, he saw Eddie's chest rising when his breath heavier to the hearing of your laugh, he saw the signs, the broken smile when Jonathan touches his shoulder, and then he Steve saw you, and he understanding everything, Eddie loves you as much as Steve do, and with a click, the green jealousy monster took control of his body.

“True, obviously" you said middle of a giggle, for the first time of your miserable life you are jealous, not for just one boy, but for two, and only god knows how pissed you are right now, so one thing lead another, and you are maybe high maybe drunk, maybe both.

Who knows? you definitely not. 

“Who is the better kisser? The king or the freak?” 

Chrissy’s tongue pokes her upper lips before she sends you a mischievous kiss.

you took a drag off somebody's joints, and snapped your gaze at Chriss, and then Eddie, Steve and at last but not the least, Alice.

“How would I know? I never kissed Eddie” you took another drag “ask Alice, i heard he had her way with both” you smirk and drank all the alcohol that had in your cup. All the circle started to laugh and some girls made the “O” face. Standing up was difficult but staying standing was even worse “Anyaway, I hate this game and I need another drink”.

Before you could leave the circle Steve’s voice caught your attention “True or dare babydoll?”

If you had lasers in your eyes, Steve would explode in a million pieces, you left a little gagle escape between your lips,before you could answer anything “Cat got your tongue?” you still don’t answer just crossing your arms in front of your chest “Kiss Eddie, i dare you” Steve now closer to you, Eddie was smoking his joint and talking to Jonathan, you don’t really think he knows what is happening now “Or drink the whole cup,you are feeling so brave today” 

“Fuck you Steve” You took the cup from his hand and chugged the whole liquid of it, you felt your throat burn and Eddie took the cup off your hand  “Easy there, tiger! And what is this?” he said taking the joint from your fingers “What fuck? Princess are you triyng to kill yourself?“ he looked at Steve “Why are you not doing anything?”, Steve keep his mouth shut “He dare me, so i drank it” you said before tramble in your on feet,  Eddie tuck you over his shoulders and bumped Steve, you are laughing the whole time, and this make all that crap torelable for Eddie “fucking useles” he whispers to steve before take you to his van. 

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Eddie opens the back door of his van and softly lay you down on the blankets that he kept there, he don’t had said one word since all the show you and Steve put in front of the whole school, “Just fucking perfect” he said pinching his nose bridge, he sits on the edge of the van and tried to lighting his cigs but unsucesfull.

“Look, fairy lights, I put this on during our sophomore year, they still work? '' You said, now on your knees trying to catch the little bulbs with your hands, before falling back to the blankets laughing” Eddie was outside the van, fishing his lighter from his back pocket when you called him again.

“Hey, sweet boy, are you really here?” your sweet voice made Eddie melt before he could look at you “or am i dreaming?”  you poke Eddie’s back with our fingertips and your smile was weak, but it is still there, enough for him. 

Steve came from nowhere and sat beside Eddie, without saying any word too.

“WOW! Now I know I am dreaming!” you almost scream, you sit with your legs criss crossed, looking at the boys with your shining star eyes “My beautiful baby boy and my beautiful sweet boy, together? HOW ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS NOW, OH! EDDIE THE PUSHER?!”

Eddie can’t contain the laugh, he was bursting! A mess of hair and laughing tears, your eyes are shining more, something the way Eddies dimples appearing and the raspy sound of his laugh, you crawl on all fours to sit between the two boys, standing on your knees, you felt the shivers running down your spine when your hand touches Eddie’s cheek, 

“So beautiful babe” you whisper softly,taking off some curls of Eddie’s face, “really beautiful”. you gave him a loving smile, he put his hand above yours and interlaced yours fingers.

Turning your face to Steve,his eyes never letting yours, his hand on the back of your neck,je caressing your hair, bring your face near to his. Your other hand came to Steve’s face, contorning his jawline with your thumb, you move your mouth next to Steve’s ear and whisper so softly, steve felt like tickles of feathers against his skin, 

“You are so handsome, baby” you let kisses from his neck and back to his ear “I am so glad you are here” leaving a kiss right on his neck, under his ear. “My pretty boy, Kiss me”

Steve’s lips are hungry, the kiss was nothing like he usually kissed you. He desires you, you could feel the pressure of his lips and the rush to invade your mouth with his tongue. He massages his tongue against yours, sucking it every now and then,making you moan into his lips, he bites you, his hands traveling through your body, pinching and squeezing all the right parts of it. Your hand never let Eddie’s hand go, Steve noticed that too. Making him let a loud moan escape between his lips.

You broke the kiss seeking for air, when Steve tugged his hand on your hair, moving your head in Eddie’s direction, your lips glistening made Eddie lick his own lips, his eyes were moving between Steve’s eyes and your perfect, plump lips.

Steve’s nods and Eddie cups your face, he looks at your eyes searching for permission, you nod and then he  kisses your lips. 

He kisses you like his life depends on it, how it was just for tonight he was living the fantasy of years and years of Unrequited love, and he felt his brain melt when you kissed him with the same urgency. Steve’s hand never let your hair go, Eddie kissed your lips as much Steve let him. 

His calloused hands traveling through the hills of your body “so soft” he whimpers, your moaning at Eddie’s hands made Steve’s cock tweets inside his pants.

~

Eddie turned the fairy lights on, the van's back door now closed, the yellowish weak light made you feel on one of your dreams.

You had climbed on Steve’s lap, kissing his neck, living small red marks all through his length. His hands grabbing and groping your ass, opening your cheeks once and while. Eddie’s mouth on your neck, hands tugging your hair, lips begging for more space, you felt overwhelmed with so much love the boys are giving to you.

you rock your hips on Steve’s bulge, pressing your cunt on it, rocking your hips back and forth, Steve’s let his head fall down, eyes shut closed, he bite his lip suppressing his moans, you put your hand on Eddie’s bulge, palming him through his jeans, he was big and tick and your mouth was watering for him. 

You tangled your free hand on Steve’s hair, pulling him near to your face, Eddie kneel behind you, kissing your neck and collar bone.

Your eyes never leaving Steve’s eyes, a devilish smirk crossed your face. You kiss Steve’s one more time before sliding your hand on Eddie’s neck, tugging him by his curls and bringing his face next to yours.

The two boys are exactly where you wanna then, on your fingers.

You give Eddie a little kiss, biting his bottom lip when you break the kiss, you do the same thing with Steve, always bringing the boy’s faces more and more next to each other, they mouths are almost touching, you could give little peck on their mouths with on kiss, you could feel the expensive cologne steve’s wore, the smell of mint gum on eddie’s breath, Steve’s bulge pressed on or ass and Eddie’s on the side of your body, the boys lock their eyes, you bite your lips at the imagine and whisper

“True or Dare?” to anyone who answers first, both men respond in unison. 

“DARE.”

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Today I just need a good smut Eddie fic and a joint to be happy 🙃

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Joseph Quinn at the Newport Beach Film Festival Honors

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Who did this? 🫠

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Maybe I am writing some steddie story 🫠

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Summer in Hawkins (Knuckles) Series Masterlist - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader

summary: Your summer spent with a best friend in Hawkins has thus far been uneventful. An impulsive outing to the Battle of the Bands competition and an unfortunate chain of events sends Eddie hurdling into your life and you are more than happy to make space for him there, but not quite in the way you expect. With both you and Eddie floundering to make sense of each of your past insecurities, what can possibly become of this summer romance?

what to expect: fluff, smut, angst, plus size representation and real talk, absurdly long chapters (shortest one so far is like 8K…)

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This represents myself more than I like it ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Fuck me

Autistic!reader + vouyerism... watching eddie get himself off bc they don't like touching at the moment but eddie is so pretty

Thank you for the request! autistic!reader my beloved

Watch You- E.M x Afab!Autistic!reader

Warnings: reader is in sensory overload, but not overtly described. Voyeurism, male masturbation, goofiness.

Physical touch had never been essential to you throughout your life, though with Eddie you usually welcomed it. His presence was paradoxically calming, despite his chaotic nature. You rarely found yourself recoiling from his caresses, but today you had woken up without your second skin. You were overstimulated, a raw, exposed nerve. An animal backed into a corner.

That’s why you stiffened on the bed as Eddie’s warm hand snaked down your abdomen to the fabric of your underwear. He had been kissing you and touching you for the last twenty minutes, and it was somewhat pleasurable. There was no denying you wanted him, the slick dripping down your legs stark evidence of that. Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to fully commit to the moment, and Eddie could sense it. One of his superpowers.

“Sweetheart, are you not into this?” He asked, feeling a small tinge of rejection, but he knew you. He knew it wasn’t personal.

You wanted him more than anything, in that moment, you just couldn’t have him like that. Not today.

“I’m so sorry, Eds, I’m just…” you gently removed his hand from you, and he caught on, shifting on the bed to give you ample space. “I’m really sensitive today.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” He soothed, head laid on the pillow next to you, auburn locks cascading down and obscuring some of his features. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not feeling it, you know that.”

You did know, but there was still an ache between your thighs when you looked at him; a deep frustration with the situation and with yourself. A lightbulb went off.

“Can we try something else?” You asked, meeting his gaze. He was curious.

“What did you have in mind?” Eddie’s voice was low, dipped in mischief like molasses.

“I want to watch you,” you spoke quietly, but with confidence. “Want to see you touch yourself for me.”

His expression remained unreadable for a split second, and you wondered if you had crossed some invisible barrier. Watching him was something you had never done before, it felt dangerously intimate. Private.

“Shit, sweetheart, you know I like an audience.” He remarked humorously, defusing whatever tension had settled in the space between you.

His devious smile betrayed him as you felt his weight retreat from the mattress. A rickety wooden chair that stood piled with laundry was scraped dully across the carpet by his deliberate grasp, until it faced toward the bed.

“This okay?” He near whispered, taking a seat facing you and spreading his thighs generously. You watched the way the fabric of his jeans clung to the lean muscle, jealous of the way it could touch him.

“Yeah.” You whispered back, turning onto your side to get comfortable, skin vibrating with an inexplicable excitement at your impending voyeurism.

His shirt had long been discarded, the soft rolls of his stomach knit together sweetly, kissed with a thin line of hair, as he slouched ever so slightly in his seat. There was already a prominent bulge in his underwear, worked up and strained from kissing you. That’s all it took, for Eddie. Hell- even just catching the smell of your perfume on the breeze made him twitch.

“Don’t try and make it look pretty for me,” You added as he began palming himself, eyes trained on the exposed skin of your bountiful body. “Do it like you would when you’re alone. Want you to feel good.”

He let out a soft hum as his palm grazed over his cotton covered tip, debating on whether he should drag this out for you. Hearing even the smallest noise of satisfaction from him went straight through you, feeling your heartbeat in your cunt. You slid your hand between your closed legs, applying a firm and calming pressure- anything else would be too much. Regardless, you were desperate for this.

Eddie teased with the button of his jeans before looking to you, almost for permission.

“Take it out, Eds.” Neither a demand or a request. A need.

A need he complied with. He slowly unzipped his jeans over his erection and slipped a warm hand beneath his boxers, wrapping four firm fingers around his length and pulling it free. Your mouth hung open slightly, the sight of him never got old. Every time was like the first time, and you stared without shame. His cock was thick and weighty in his hand, thin veins decorating him like marble. His tip was swollen and red, and he took a sharp breath through his teeth as he squeezed just underneath. A small rivulet of precum dripped salaciously down, glistening in the low light. He caught the way your skin flushed, how your breasts rose and fell with bated breath. He’d barely started, and already you were squirming on the sheets.

“Like what you see, princess?” Cockiness invaded his every word, a sly wink following directly after. You simply nodded, chewing at the skin of your lip and tapping one foot to the other to soothe yourself.

Eddie released himself to lean over toward the nightstand, his cock bobbing against his stomach in a way that made you want to wrap your lips around it. Another time, you thought. He reached for a well used bottle of lube, forcing a generous amount onto his palm before throwing it back down. The eye contact he kept with you was burning as he returned his hand to his cock, fisting it slowly to cover it in shimmering wetness. The slick pressure had him biting back a groan as he spread his thighs even wider, briefs tucked just under his cum- heavy sack.

The pace he set was immediate, yearning. The mere thought of you gaining some kind of pleasure from watching him brought him closer than he anticipated. Eddie wasn’t lying, after all. He did love an audience.

His hand fucked over the ridges of his cock, the filthy wet sounds filling the room above the the quiet music from his stereo. You felt like you were observing art in motion. The way his soft abs tensed, the muscles of his forearm rigid as he worked himself, how the veins in his hand seemed more prominent. His sweetly curled hair began to stick to his forehead married to thin beads of sweat. Eddie’s other hand had a death grip on the seat of the chair beneath him, and his lip pulled between his teeth before he opened them.

“Want me to- fuck,” he faltered slightly when his calloused thumb caught on his slit. “Want me to tell you what I think about, when I do this?”

“Yes, god, please.” You uttered, eyes glued to the point of his pleasure, hard and aching. The dull throb in your clit relieved only slightly as you grinded on the heel of your palm.

“I think about,” small pants and moans interrupted his flow as he jerked himself faster, the obscene shlick-schlick of his drenched cock underscoring the symphony. “Think about you. Your pretty smile, your tits.”

He smiled then, recalling all the times he fucked himself into a folded up pillow adorned with your used panties, how stained it was with his thick release, to the point of it needing to be burned, probably. He shied away from the distracting thought and continued.

“I think about your tight fuckin’ pussy, how fuckin’ good it feels squeezing my cock when we’re fucking and I make you laugh.” His breathy chuckle turned into a light whimper as he sped up, applying more pressure, hips bucking upwards into his fist.

“Does this feel as good?” You asked, genuinely. It seemed as though he was enjoying himself.

“Jesus, fuck, no-“ His eyes flitted between your plump lips and the obvious curve of your cunt beneath your shorts. “Nothing feels as good your pussy, baby, fucking nothing.”

He closed his eyes on his last word, picturing the feel of you. The warm, wet, tight texture of your walls around him. He could feel the tension build in his abdomen, the taut pressure in his balls as he brought his other hand up to roll them between his fingers. He worked both hands in tandem, his chest dappled pink and heaving. His breathing was ragged, uneven, the small whines and whimpers more frequent.

“Please, please sweetheart,” He opened his lidded eyes slightly, brows furrowed, so so close to the end. “I know I can’t touch, but can I see her? Wanna cum looking at you.”

He didn’t have to elaborate, you simply began to remove your shorts, sliding them down the meat of your legs and throwing them to the floor. You positioned yourself on the edge of the bed, sat directly in front of Eddie, though a few feet away. He swore he could have died the moment you separated your sticky thighs, strings of your wetness connecting to your soaked slit.

“Oh fuck, shit, so fuckin’ perfect.” He panted, fingers working over himself furiously, an excess of pre cum and lube dripping down his balls and onto his briefs. “Those pretty lips, spread ‘em for me?”

You obeyed, forming a V with your fingers and pulling apart the puffy pink lips, allowing him to see the way you clenched with want at the way he spoke.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that, yeah,” His eyes fixed between your legs, he cupped his sack as his hand moved so fast over his length you could barely process it. “Shit, fuck, m’gonna come, oh my god-“

Eddie was transfixed by the small bead of milky wetness that dripped from your hole, itching out of his skin for just one taste. The thought sent him over the edge, and his jaw practically unhinged as he let out a long, keening moan. You watched as he went rigid, cock pulsing and twitching as he began to cum- thick white ropes erupting from his slit in endless streams. When Eddie came, it was always powerful. His release reached his chest, smattering over his stomach and his fist as he whined and whimpered in utter ecstasy. Your breathing matched his, at this point.

“God that was so hot, Ed’s, fuck.”you breathed, in total awe of the boy in front of you. He was like a waking dream, sweaty and messy and fucking perfect.

“Enjoyed the show, huh?” He chuckled airily, expression dazed and blissed out as he slumped in the chair, running a sticky hand over his chest.

“If I’d have known it was that good I would have paid extra.” You giggled, crossing your legs and admiring your boyfriend.

“I’m not some cheap floozy, I’ll have you know.” He remarked cheekily, reaching for his t shirt to wipe down the mess.

“Tell it to the press, floozy.” You smirked, riding on a high you didn’t have the words for.

“Yknow, when I can touch you again,” He smiled, the familiar dimple in his cheek taking up its rightful residence as he stood. “you are so getting it.”

“Promise?” You preened.

“Promise.”

This was shite

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My Sweet Boy

Being a close friend of the Penbury twins, you had received an invitation to their birthday party, it promised jazz, booze and drugs aplenty. You had been infatuated with Ralph from the moment you met the boisterous man, but never acted on it… until tonight.

Minors DNI

Contains: Virgin!Ralph X Reader, Mentions Of Drinking, Alludes To Drug Use, Oral (Male And Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Pet Names (Sweet Boy, Baby, My Love)

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So beautifully written! 🥺

It’s my comfort fic, thanks ❤️

Listen I'm using voice to text on my way home from work because I had a thought and I immediately said oh my God I have to send you an ask so I'm thinking comfortably mid-20s post high school. Eddie who has taken over running the local record store You walk in and Joan jett's. I Love Rock and roll comes on to the old rock radio station that he plays in the background because at this point the song is about 10 years old and you think that he's walked into the back room or there's nobody else in there and so you start singing it out loud. He walks out of the back room to you, singing the chorus of that song almost at full volume and immediately he's falling in love with you.

Please do with that thought what you will. Love you 💕💕

Claire. Light of my life. Fellow fantasizer of my fantasies.

This. Is. Brilliant. I can see it now.

The Record of You

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader  

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: NSFW, unprotected PIV sex

You don't think anything of the fact that nobody seems to be in the shop. The old owner Mr. Jenkins has been ancient since you were a child, often leaving the shop unattended for long stretches of time. Fully trusting the citizens of Hawkins to not rob him blind while he ate a tuna sandwich with his dog Jitters in the upstairs portion that served as his apartment.

You haven't been in town for a while so you don't know that Eddie Munson has taken over management of Hawkins' singular record store. You haven't seen him since he finally managed to finish high school and ended the night of graduation celebrating with his older friends Steve, Robin, and Nancy out at the bar at the end of main street (the younger kids who always seemed to follow him around like little lambs obviously couldn’t join in on that phase of the festivities). He had insisted on buying you a drink when he saw you - his smile wide and fueled by joy and PBR - and you ended up hanging out with him and his friends until the wee hours of the night. 

His arms had remained respectfully, if not familiarly, around your shoulders at first. But as time went on and the drinks continued to flow, his arms found themselves wound around your waist. His hands found your hips. Your thighs. Your ass as he stepped behind you at the bar to call out “whatever the good lady wants, she gets!”

One thing led to another and you ended up in the back of his van as the dawn cracked, hazy and bruising in the sky. Both still fully clothed, Eddie had kissed you and kissed you until you were breathless and giggly. He sat you in his lap and ran his hands up and down your spine, pulling you down against him to feel how much you were affecting him. 

But then the sun came up. And you told him the thing you weren’t telling him. About the flight you had to New York in just a few hours. The job you had lined up at a company larger than any Hawkins brick and mortar could ever fathom. You’d watched his face fall, but then his smile returned, even more blinding than before, as he congratulated you and wished you the best. 

When you’d climbed out of his van, you’d urged yourself not to look back over your shoulder. Eddie was just a guy you’d grown up with. You’d never been particularly close - hellos in the halls at school that turned into waves at the grocery store and small talk at the gas station. But on this night you’d tasted him. Felt his hands on you. If you looked back you’d see the dimples you’d never noticed until a few hours prior. See the frizzy hair whose texture you now knew. And it would make it harder to walk away. 

So you didn’t look back.

And you haven’t seen Eddie since.

So you have no idea he's in the back room stacking boxes of tapes and records when you walk into the record store and start perusing all these years later. The song that’s playing in the background comes to an end, leaving the customary beat of scratchy silence before the all too familiar opening notes of Joan Jett’s “I Love Rock and Roll” starts blaring from the speakers.

You laugh a little to yourself. This was your absolute favorite song in high school, and you’d yelled along to it religiously any time it had come on, in any circumstance. 

As the first verse begins to play out, you try to resist, but it’s a lost cause. You start out just mumbling along to the lyrics. But before you know it you’re singing along at top volume as you thumb through records. 

You don’t notice Eddie walk out of the back room, almost dropping an armful of records when he recognizes who’s singing in his store. 

You get all the way to the end of the song without noticing his presence. In fact, by the end you’re even dancing around a bit. Eddie’s put down the records by this point, leaning against the check out counter with a massive grin on his face, enjoying the show. It isn’t until the song ends and the sound of clapping makes you whirl around that you realize you’re not alone. 

“Forgive the intrusion, princess. Where can I pay for my ticket? Because a concert like that sure ain’t free.”

~*~

You spend an hour catching up with him. Hearing all about what he’s been doing and telling him everything that’s happened - good and bad - with your big time job. When you mention that big city living just wasn’t for you and that you’re here planning on moving back to Hawkins full time, you wonder if you’re imagining the glint of satisfaction in his eye. 

After you’ve been speaking for a while he insists on closing up shop and making you dinner. You try to resist, telling him you can’t cut into his hours of operation, but he’s already flipping the sign on the door to say closed and grabbing your hand to drag you up the steps, ranting about how the Hawkins Welcome Committee would fine him if they found out he had a chance to welcome back a resident and didn’t take it. 

Since taking over for Mr. Jenkins, Eddie’s been able to move out of his uncle’s trailer and into the upstairs apartment. Your heart swells taking in the ratty but homey decor that just feels so utterly Eddie. You’d always felt like Eddie Munson deserved better than the shitty circumstances life had thrown at him. You’re pleased to find that life seems to have taken a turn for the better. 

Eddie doesn’t have much in his sparse kitchen, but he whips up a respectable pot of pasta which he serves on mismatched plates. 

“I don’t have any wine or any of the shit that a classy lady like yourself would enjoy, unfortunately.” In spite of the humor in his words, he does seem genuinely disappointed that he can’t offer you anything nicer than one of the dozen PBRs he has in the fridge or a mug full of some shitty whiskey left over in his cupboard. 

You happily accept the PBR, clinking it against his can when he raises it, laughing at the watery taste as it goes down. You haven’t laughed this much in a long time. You haven’t felt this warm and full and good in a long time. 

Soon the sun has set outside the windows and you both have migrated into the living area. He’s on the couch next to his record player, loading up record after record. You’re on the floor next to him, reclining back against the seat cushions and listening as he rants about his current favorite bands. He’s always been so passionate. So fiery. It’s what you’ve always enjoyed about him from afar. That part of him has remained the same. So has his long hair and his worn out tee - though he’s switched out his customary Hellfire shirt for a Metallica one these days - and you can’t help but settle into the comfort of his constancy. His consistency. 

His rings sparkle in the dim lighting of his apartment as he gesticulates wildly and his smile is wide as he continues explaining all about the modern state of metal. After a while it all gets to be too much. A lump is forming in your throat. A tension in your muscles. You hoist yourself up to join him on the couch and wait a beat, watching him hesitate and stop speaking at your sudden change of position. 

“Eddie,” you breathe. Not really saying anything other than his name. Then you launch yourself at him. You fist your hands in his shirt and pull him to you, mashing your lips against his. His mouth tastes of stale beer but you’ve never loved a taste more in your life. 

For a second he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. In fact, he doesn’t even return the kiss for a few heartbeats, so surprised he is by your sudden attention. But then he’s kissing you back, and his arms are winding around your waist. His hands find your hips, your thighs, your ass. 

When his tongue enters your mouth you moan, completely uninhibited. Full volume, just like when you were singing in the record store earlier. You’re past the point in your life where you silence yourself and your reactions. You’ve lived a lot of life in these last few years and you deserve to enjoy things without being limited by doubt and self-censorship. 

You rock against him, because you’ve climbed into his lap at this point, and suddenly you’re right back where you were in his van all those years ago. 

And Eddie must be on this same internal time traveling journey because when you break away from him, panting, to paint kisses on his throat, he gasps out a question. 

“Do you ever - think of that night. In my van?”

“I do,” you say into his skin. You hadn’t fixated on it. Hadn’t lost sleep pining over him. You’d been off and on to a different life at the time. But you’d be lying, or at least lying by omission if you didn’t tell him the true extent. “Sometimes I still get myself off to the thought of it.”

You’re ripped from his throat so suddenly you swear you get whiplash. 

“You...get yourself...”

“Off. Yes,” you confirm, smiling as you realize how flustered he’s getting. 

“Jesus Christ,” he groans out, surging forward and capturing your lips again. His hands wander with less hesitation now. He’s gripping and groping and it feels great. He feels solid and whole beneath you and around you and you want...

“More,” you breathe into his open mouth. 

“Want to finish what we started, princess?” He asks, holding your chin to look into your eyes. You nod feverishly. Glad to see he’s no longer flustered. He’s got a smile on his face and his hands are pulling at your clothes. 

Your jeans and top are discarded swiftly, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties. Onces you’ve helped Eddie divest himself of everything but his black boxers, you climb back into his lap, resuming your previous motion of grinding down into him.

This is exactly what you were doing last time, but this time there are far fewer layers between you. You can feel the stiffness of his member no longer stifled but his jeans, rubbing at the apex of your thighs in the most delicious way. 

“You feel so good,” you practically whimper, rolling your hips to find the friction you need. Eddie guides you with his hands at your waist, helping you find a rhythm that has you both shuddering. 

“I’m not even inside you yet, baby,” he chuckles. You look him dead in the eye. 

“What are you waiting for?” Your smirk is challenging. You’re trying to rile him up. And it works. 

“You know now that you mention it...” he quips, and suddenly you’re being lifted and turned around. He bends you over the arm of the sofa, pushing your knees apart to widen your stance, your ass in the air. “I guess I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Eddie!” you chide with a laugh. His hands grab at the rounded curves of your ass with a light slap and he pulls you back against his pelvis as he shuffles up behind you. He rubs his clothed cock back and forth against your fabric-covered pussy and you moan, shifting your hips down to try and get him to hit your clit.

“Impatient?” He sounds amused and you pout. 

“I think I’ve been more than patient up till now,” you argue. 

“I know, baby, I know.” You feel him peel your underwear off of you and you shuffle your knees to aid him in removing the garment all together. You hiss out a gasp when you suddenly feel his cock, uncovered and warm against you, pushing at your pussy. Now it is his turn to hiss. “Are you always this beautifully wet or are you just happy to see me?”

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson,” you say with a laugh, rolling your eyes. Your eyes cross mid-roll, however, when suddenly he’s pushing into you. You keen forward. “Oh fuckohfuckohfuck.”

“Thought you were done being patient,” he teases, though his own words are strained. 

“Don’t make me - oh god! Wait so long next time!” you gasp. Eddie hears the promise inherent in those words but tries not to focus too much on it, lest he lose his cool immediately. He goes to work thrusting into you evenly, learning the way your body reacts. The things that make you pitch forward. The touches that have you biting the side of your fist to keep from screaming. Eventually that gets on his nerves. 

“Don’t hold it in. Wanna hear you, princess,” he says, hauling you up so that you’re both up on your knees, his chest to your back. 

“Well, I wanna see you,” you respond. You expect Eddie to throw you around again, but instead he eases out and turns you carefully, gently. He sits back against the couch cushions with his feet planted on the ground, pulling you into his lap. Right now you’re back in that very familiar position, with you grinding into his lap just as you had done earlier tonight - just as you had done that night in his van. 

But this time he lifts you up and brings you back down on his cock. Your hands come to fist in his hair and you cry out at the delicious stretch. 

“Thaaat’s it,” he encourages, dropping kisses on your neck, the hollow at the base of your throat, your collar bone. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Eddie. Oh my - oh fuck.”

“You sound so pretty. Almost as pretty as you did putting Joan Jett to shame in the store earlier,” he chuckles. You let out a shaky laugh and try to bury your face in his neck but he doesn’t let you. “No more hiding, babygirl.”

As you get closer and closer to climax, you start to lose strength in your thighs and it becomes harder to lift yourself up and down on his cock. Eddie seems to notice this and he takes a firm hold on the underside of your ass and begins bouncing you up and down on him. The momentum, coupled with his upward thrusts, have you moaning all over again.

“Holy - oh fuck Eddie. Right there don’t slow down,” you whine, even as you know you’re so spent that your muscles can’t contribute much to the exertion for which you are begging. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind. In fact he seems like he’s on cloud nine taking in your bouncing breasts and your fucked out expression. 

“Right there, baby? Yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Hold onto me, princess. I’ve got you,” he says through gritted teeth and do hold onto him. You grasp at his flexing arm and thread your fingers through his hair, tugging as the ripple of your orgasm heats your belly. 

When you cum, you recognize in a distant part of your brain that the record Eddie had put on earlier is still playing. The music adds ambience to the moment but you can’t quite make it out. It’s simply background for the music of your gasps and moans and chorus of “Eddie!”s.

And as Eddie cums and adds his own guttural groans and cries of your name to the din, you realize that there’s no other song you’d rather hear play on repeat. 

~*~

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