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steve who steals eddie’s girl 😉 sorry eddie

Hiii babe, ugh I love this idea. Took a little different route with it, hope that's okay. 2.4k+ words of pure smut, so here we go. Steve x reader (steals her from Eddie) cw: 18+, mdni, pure smut, p in v, unprotected sex, eating out reader, fingering, cream pie, cheating (don't do it pls), reader is a bad person sorry y'all <3

You sat in the crowded living room, bodies pressed against one another, dense smoke filling the air, fragrant smell of liquor filling the room as the liquid splashed from cups onto the wood floor. Eddie sat by your side, hand on your knee to comfort you, other one stretched out in a deal, cash taken in as a baggie of marijuana left it.

You hated these things, or so you claimed. Hated being around his dealings, wanted to be as far from it as possible. He had to make a living somehow, so you preferred that ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ model that silently governed your relationship.

“You okay, hon?” Eddie whispered to you, you responded with a subtle nod, eyes searching the crowd. He hummed, returning to another ‘patron’ as he called it, them sitting across from him.

It had been suspicious, you jumping at the offer to attend Eddie’s deal, at the ever so famous Steve Harrington’s house party. They weren’t friends, far from it, only in communication when the latter wanted drugs.

‘It’s no big deal,’ you muttered, hurriedly applying blush to your cheeks. You stared at yourself in the vanity of your room, Eddie lingering behind you with his arms crossed.

‘You never want to come,’ he bluntly stated, watching your makeup appear on your face. ‘Why now?’

You threw down the brush, hearing the clatter of it hitting the wood. Turning in your seat, you made eye contact with him, eyes wide as you put on a pout.

‘A girl can’t want to spend time with her handsome boyfriend?’

It did the trick. Eddie folding immediately, smile brushing his features as he gave his interrogation up. You slowly turned back to the mirror, masking the guilt that came up with a smear of lipstick on your mouth. He didn’t have to know the real reason behind wanting to attend, he couldn’t know.

He appeared in the crowd, his perfectly coiffed hair, voluminous as ever, perfectly mole dotted face smiling brightly as he greeted the people in his home. It was like time stopped, a light shining down from heaven as you watched him.

You felt Eddie’s hand slip from your knee, meeting the aluminum tin that sat in his lap.

Steve crossed the room closer in your direction, eyes searching the crowd one final time before they landed on you, smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. There was a barely there nod of his head, gesturing upstairs as his gaze danced between you and the man who sat beside you.

Before you could gesture anything back, he disappeared, swallowed up by the crowds around him. You shot up, smoothing down the skirt on your thighs.

“Where you going?” Eddie asked, hand finding your wrist as you took a step. His eyes were concerned, wide as he looked up at you.

“Uhhh… bathroom,” you said, pulling away from him before you could say anything else. Something was shouted at you from him, but you ignored it, set on your path to locate the Harrington boy.

Clearing the stairs, you wandered down the hall, opening and shutting unlocked doors in your path. Just as you were about to give up on your search, a door opened to your left, a pair of hands pulling you in swiftly with the shut of door behind you.

“Jesus, Steve,” you whisper-shouted, throwing your fists at his chest, as he pulled you into him. His hands were on your waist, tight grip as he began to nuzzle his face into your neck.

“Missed you,” he muttered, pressing light kisses to the area. Your head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut as the wetness of his mouth found that sensitive spot under your ear.

“We, ah,” you moaned, lifting onto the bathroom counter as Steve began to take off your clothes, an article of his being thrown off in between every two items of your own. He left his jeans on, unbuttoned at the top. “We gotta be quick.”

“Lover boy’s here?”

His voice was strained as he began to kiss down your chest, his fingers pulling down your bra to mouth at your nipple, the cold air hardening it immediately. Your back arched at the touch, mouth dropping open as pleasure took over you.

His fingers dipped low, toying at the hem of your panties as his mouth licked at your breast, sucking and nipping lightly. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling, urging a moan out of his mouth.

“Come on, Steve,” you rushed, pushing his head slightly as he teased you by pressing a few kisses to your sternum. His eyes were looking at yours, that familiar look glinting behind them as an eyebrow arched.

“Gotta beg for it, honey,” he teased, that nickname falling from his lips with a hint of sarcasm. He made fun of the way Eddie said it, hating the way he got to call you that in public. “You know how this works.”

You leaned back all the way, shoulder blades hitting the cool glass of the mirror. Your legs spread, inviting him in further as he fell to his knees. His fingers slowly pulled down your underwear, teasing in fashion as he pressed kisses to your legs where they got caught.

“Steve,” you dragged out, massaging his scalp. “Need it.”

“Need what?” He licked at the top of your thigh.

“I need you, Steve.”

“Steve?” He mocked, pressing a kiss right above your clit.

“Baby.” You corrected, trying to pull him in.

He leaned back slightly, pushing at your hands. “Uh uh.”

Fuck. Your head hit the glass, loud sound filling the room.

“Baby, I need you so bad,” you whined, spreading your legs even further. He kissed the side of your slit, wetness pressing at the corner of his mouth. “It hurts.”

He smirked, satisfied as he leaned in to your wet cunt, tongue diving in. He started out slow, tongue lapping up your wetness, dipping between your folds. It was different than the other times you had done this, normally rushed hand jobs given under bleachers, you bent down in the back of his car, sneaking into your bedroom in the middle hours of the night.

His tongue traced circles around your clit, massaging the bud as you nearly rose off the counter, whimpering at the press of his finger to your hole.

“Just like that, baby.”

You moaned, eyes rolling back as he moved his tongue side to side, head in tune with the movement. He was eating you like he was starved, sucking at your clit harshly, loud slurping noises filling the air. His finger slipped in, curling against your spongy wall, hitting that spot almost immediately.

You cried out, thighs quivering as a pool of wetness escaped you, hitting his tongue. He moaned at the taste of you, delving in deeper, tongue joining his finger inside of you. Another one of his digits entered, spreading you wide as he scissored them in and out, deep as they could go.

“I want you to cum for me, honey,” he whispered against you, flat of his tongue licking up your slit. You looked down to find him staring, face shiny with your slick. “Wanna taste you.”

You mewled at him, resting you thigh on his shoulder, hooking your ankle to bring him in closer. His response to it was loud, one of his hands leaving your thigh to press at the front of his pants from where he kneeled.

His movements increased, your orgasm drawing in closer as he fingered you, wet noises becoming louder. Your abdomen tightened, mind blanking as it coursed through you, mouth dropped open in a silent scream. You could feel him smirking at your cunt, tongue lightly lapping over your sensitive clit, laughing as you pushed him off of you.

He attempted leaning in once more, your hands pulling him up to you by his collar.

“We don’t have a lot of time, baby,” you said, hands pushing down his jeans in a rush you hadn’t seen before. His hands raised to his sides, letting you free him as his clothes were shoved to his mid thigh.

His cock sprung free, swollen and red, precum pooled at the tip as it hit the air. It was mouth watering, the sight in front of you, his dark thatch of hair nestling his cock, the sheer length of it needing to be felt everywhere.

Your hand began to work it, squeezing at the head, watching the liquid drip from the top. Steve’s breath became shallow, his head dropped low as he stared down at your hand.

“Fuck, honey, I’m not gonna last,” he shook his head, taking a step closer to you, a chaste kiss being pressed to your mouth.

He shook your hand from him, replacing it with his own as he lined himself up with you, other hand pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Immediately, your knees locked at the side of his hips, full access given to him.

Slowly pressing in, the two of you groaned, eyes closing briefly as you sheathed him. His hips stuttered before he pressed to the hilt, waiting a moment before he thrusted again, the force of it shifting your hips on the counter.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Tell me how good it feels,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you rocked together. Your hand shot out, steadying yourself on the surface as items clattered off of the counter, falling to the floor.

“So fu-fucking good, baby.”

“You like when I fuck you, hon?”

“Love it, ah fuck, I love it, I love it.” Your rambles made no sense, babbling escaping your mouth as you became cock-drunk, mind only focused on him.

“I’m gonna make you mine,” he whispered into your hair, hips slamming into yours. He was close, you could tell by the deep breaths he took, the faltering of his hips as he tried to maintain a rhythm.

You are getting close yourself, his hand dipping low to rub circles at your clit, quick, in tune with his thrusts. It built between your legs, legs shaking as you drew your knee up his side. Another item went flying off the counter, his other hand shooting up to press on the counter as he neared his high.

“I’m already yours.”

With a low groan, he came, eyes squeezing shut as he fucked you through it, shallow thrusts riding out his orgasm. You followed his lead, the attention on your clit becoming too much in combination with his movements.

Catching your breath, he remained in you, his mouth pressed to the top of your head as you leaned into him, chest heaving. If the setting was different, you could fall asleep right then and there, safe and sound in his arms.

A loud knock on the door brought you out of your shared high. That ever so familiar voice sounded out through the door, calling out your name.

“You in there? Someone said they saw you,” Eddie called out, voice sounding worried. You shushed Steve as he pulled away from you, leisurely pulling his clothes on as you rushed, scared in your movements.

“I’m fine!” You called out, eyeing the way Steve shook his head at you, mouthing ‘No!’ His hands gripped at his own throat, tongue sticking out as he exaggerated a charade of throwing up. You made a face at him, yet following his lead. “I got sick ac-actually! Must’ve ate something bad, just give me a minute!”

There was a moment of silence, the subtle signs of Eddie behind the door.

“Uh.. alright. I’ll be downstairs, okay?” His footsteps were heard as they walked away. Steve turned to you, eyebrows cocked in amusement.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he laughed, dodging the hit you threw in his direction. “But it’s time for you to make your decision, hon.”

You looked at him funny, confused at where he was going. He leaned against the door frame, eyes running over your body as you pulled your shirt on.

“You said you’re already mine, so time to prove it,” he smirked, winking at you. You flushed in your face, suddenly becoming shy.

“Steve—I don’t even know what to sa—“

“Just go home, pretend you’re sick or something, and I’ll pick you up,” he said, walking towards you to grab your face between his hands. He pecked your nose, wide, brown eyes taking up his features.

“W-what about the party?” You were still on your high, voice shaking from the come down that started to take place.

“I don’t care,” he scoffed, laughing as he adjusted your bra strap. It poked out of your shirt, his careful fingers putting it back into place. “I’ll figure it out. What you have to worry about is being ready later.”

You opened your mouth to say something, immediately shutting it as Steve exited it, winking at you one last time. Moving into the hallway to go after him, he was gone, out of sight like he was never even there. You made your way down the steps, feet heavy as you saw your long haired boyfriend leaning against the banister.

He perked up when he saw you, standing to full attention as you neared him. You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding the excessive eye contact he gave you.

“Hey honey,” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His smile dipped when you moved away from it, faux smile of your own coming up to mask it.

“Sorry—I just… sorry,” you said, beginning to walk in front of him as you lead the way to his van.

“It’s okay,” he said, jogging slightly to catch up to him. He took your hand into his own, pulling it away from its perch on your chest. “We could do something, you know, to get your mind off of you being sick. Watch a movie at mine? Like normal?”

You stayed silent for a minute, thinking of your options. On one hand, you had Eddie, sweet, caring Eddie, bad boy presenting nerd, quite possibly the healthiest relationship you’d been in. But you were bored. On the other hand, there was Steve. Fucked like he loved you, pretty boy, not the brightest one, but God, did you love that about him.

It was now or never. You looked at Eddie, features melting as he smiled down at you, his toothy grin adorned with dimples. His curly hair fell around his face, brown eyes nearly black, huge on his face. He was perfect. Everything you had asked for in a boyfriend, and you got it.

“I think I’m just gonna go home, Eds. Not really feeling that good. That okay?” You avoided his eyes, that same guilt bubbling up.

“Yeah, honey. Whatever you want,” he pressed one more kiss to your head and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 10 months

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۞ (BIG 👀👀👀👀)

✧ ── 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 ۞ 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ɪᴛʜᴜʀɪᴇʟ ʟɪꜰ - ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ'ꜱ ɢᴀᴛᴇ 3: ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴜʀɢᴇ - @sinistercall

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍, 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 - 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄.

With every spray of crimson she feels more and more alive, Ithuriel cannot remember the last time her body and mind felt so connected; how many moons had passed since she was one with herself? The Urge within her seems satiated for the time being, the pulp of her brain stewing and bubbling over with effervescent clarity ... She stands over the body of a man, ready to strike him down before the root of her horn is snatched within another's grasp, pulling her up and tossing her to the side. The ground hits hard under her, but she's quick to scramble back onto her feet to come face to face with a new adversary; one whose eyes whisper a familiar feeling. The stranger is hunched in front of their comrade, steeling into a near impenetrable wall and she lets the flittering images of Astarion and Shadowheart flicker through her vision. She would grant them a hero's death, 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 causes deserved 𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄 ends - if she had the ability to deliver such a thing, she would.

"Through your sword, you show the spirit that wants to protect someone - praiseworthy. Wonderful!" These are the only words she's able to speak before she's rushed, the edge of her shield catching the blade thrusted towards her. The tiefling is quick to readjust and shifts her spear accordingly, aiming with a stab through the man's shoulder, tearing through flesh, tendon and muscle. Her spear is tugged free when the second man finally wills himself to stand, her 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑’𝐒 legacy boiling her veins and willing her to act. Like this man before her, she has those she wishes to protect, those she wished to always watch the sunrise with… She would not let anyone come between her and that desire. Not now, not ever. The call for 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 ripples through her once more, spurred by the roaring inferno inside of her chest, naturally it isn't long before the two men are but sticky blood sacs popped along the grass. The flies have already taken a home upon the carved up carrion and Ithriel cannot help but marvel at them for a moment, almost proud of her nasterpiece until she hears a chiming call from one of her companions.

The corpses devolve swiftly to fill her skull with pain and the faces mirroring that of a thousand dead; how their bodies had given up only when they were buried within each other’s arms, bleating and wailing for the other to keep their eyes open. Love ... Extinguished. She gazes at her hands as the cold prickling of shame curls her fingers into her palms. No ... No. They had to die, they were going to die no matter what ... 𝐇𝐎𝐖 it happened did not matter.

Not so long as the Urge's whispers were quiet, now replaced with the Tadpoles' chittering, and the vision of her companions due East.

#۞ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 #── 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 ... 【 ɪᴄ 】#── 𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐅 ...【 ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʜᴀᴀʟ ʙᴀʙᴇ 】#tubifexx #yes I do have a bg3 tav #It's still a wip as i finish up her doc and my standard rules page but!!!#yeah :D #i love her a lot #shes fun

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