#steve x reader x eddie

[mypoisonedvine]

𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 | steve harrington & eddie munson x reader

summary | steve and eddie are hunting through the forest at night looking for you... but don't worry, they promise they're not gonna hurt you. (based on an anonymous request I got for predator/prey and size kink with dark!steddie that was supposed to just be a drabble... oops.)

word count | 3.7k

warnings | dark (cnc aka noncon!!), smut (oral m and f receiving, creampie, pearl necklace, rough sex, outdoor sex, threesome, spitroast), hunting and predator/prey kink, size kink (meaning the reader is implied to be petite once or twice), degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, aftercare, roleplay

18+ only, dark themes, read the warnings!

"Come out, bunny," Steve cooed as he shined his flashlight through the trees.  "What are you hiding for?"

"She's just a little scared," Eddie explained, calling out into the woods as he continued, "aren't you, babydoll?  It's okay, we don't bite."

"Speak for yourself," Steve laughed, and Eddie shoved him on the shoulder. 

You shifted against the ground you were sitting on, trying to keep your leg from falling asleep, but froze when you heard a twig snap under you.  "Ohh, d'you hear that?" Eddie purred. 

"Yeah," Steve breathed, "is that you, bunny?  We just wanna talk, okay?"

You covered your mouth when you felt the tree behind you shake.  "This isn't gonna take too long, is it?" Eddie groaned to Steve.  He was casually leaning on the tree you were hiding behind; of course he was.  You shut your eyes and tried not to breathe.

"Just keep looking, okay?" Steve replied.  "It's gonna be worth it."

"Well, I knew that," Eddie purred, "been waiting too long to get a taste of that little pussy... what are you gonna do to her, when we find her?"

"I want her mouth first," Steve answered confidently, "you know the ones that act like they don't want it get so wet when they get a taste of some cock."

Eddie chuckled in agreement.

"How about you?"

"Oh god, I dunno— where to start, right?" Eddie laughed.  "All I know is where to finish: those tits."

"Now, don't get me wrong," Steve countered, "I like the way you think but... man, I've been waiting to come inside her for weeks.  She's gonna try to get me to pull out, though, so you've gotta help me keep her still."

"Didn't think you needed help holding down a little girl, Harrington," Eddie mocked.

"Trust me," Steve warned him, "she's tiny, but she's tough.  Not that she'll give us much trouble— just as long as we work together."

"Right," Eddie decided.  "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..."

There was a moment of silence, and you wrinkled your eyebrows together as you hoped to listen in closer.  Why would they have just stopped talking so suddenly?

You leaned a little closer to the other side of the tree— maybe they were whispering or something— but all you heard was the slightest rustling of leaves.  You dared a glance over your shoulder: your heart stopped when you saw Eddie's face right there, smiling wide at you as he crouched on the ground.

"Boo."

You jumped up as fast as you could, breaking into a sprint; they didn't start after you right away, they were letting you get ahead on purpose, you knew that-- because if he wanted to, Eddie could've just grabbed your ankle right as you got up and you would've been done for.

That was the worst part of it: they were so sure they would get you in the end that they were letting you tire yourself out just for fun.  You should just be thankful for the sliver of a chance... but instead, you were terrified of how much worse they were going to make it for you, as punishment for not just surrendering in the beginning.

You ran like you’d never run before, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping the soreness in your legs from bothering you too much; you dodged trees and branches, hoping to be light enough on your feet to dodge the twisted roots coming out from the dirt.  Your sneakers were struggling to keep traction on the damp ground— it had just rained this afternoon, even now it was still a little foggy from the moisture in the air— but you managed to stay upright even when you almost slipped a few times.

You knew they were gaining on you because you could hear them laughing.  One more reminder that this was just a game for them— but it was all but life or death for you.

Steve caught up with you first, but he didn’t grab you; instead, he shoved you down, knocking you into the dirt, where you crawled pathetically until he grabbed you by the ankles.

“No!” you yelped.

“Shh, not gonna be so bad,” Steve promised as he turned you over— Eddie was standing just over his shoulder, and he bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he panted from the run.  “We just wanna talk, right?”

“Right,” Eddie agreed.

“Get up,” Steve snarled at you as he grabbed your hand and yanked you onto your feet; you yelped, struggling to find your balance, and he held your arms behind your back as Eddie stalked around you in a half-circle, like he wanted to see you from every angle.

"Oh no, little babydoll got dirty, huh?" Eddie laughed, noticing how the dirt and mud clung to your dress.  “Let's get you out of these filthy clothes, sweetheart…”

Steve kept you from struggling too much as Eddie roughly tore your clothes off, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he forced the fabric to rip.  You mumbled, “No, please… don’t…” as he ripped your bra away, but he ignored you— and he snapped through your panties in a second.

“There we go,” he purred as you hung your head low, his eyes and hands exploring your naked body hungrily.  “So sick of you hiding from us, babydoll— hiding in this dark forest, hiding those cute tits— and your pussy, it’s wet, isn’t it?”

Steve kicked your legs apart, and Eddie reached between them.  You tried to wiggle away, but Eddie smacked you across the face.

“Stop moving,” he warned harshly, ringed fingers groping around your pussy until he felt your soaked folds.  He looked at Steve, who looked back at him, and smiled.  “Oh, Harrington, she’s soaked…”

“Knew it,” Steve laughed.

“You caught her— you go first,” Eddie offered.

“Aww, thanks man!” Steve declared, before turning you around and shoving you down onto your knees.  “You know how to do this, don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he started to unbuckle his belt right in front of your face.  “I feel any teeth, I’ll fuckin’ knock them out, okay?  So be good.”

You winced as Steve pulled his erection out of his boxers, trying to turn away— but a hand on your head stopped you.  You only knew it was Eddie’s because you could feel his rings against your scalp.

“Open your mouth,” Steve ordered.  You did nothing; Eddie put his other hand on your chin, pulling your mouth open as you groaned in pain.  Steve slipped his cock inside, running it over your tongue with a groan before he plunged a little deeper.  “Fuck, c’mon, suck on it,” Steve encouraged.

Reluctant, but low on options, you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks.

“Hah, figured you knew how to do this,” Steve breathed, tilting his head back.  “You act so innocent, but you love this, don’t you?  Slut.”

Steve’s hand smacked your cheek, and you whined around him.  “Think she can take it a little deeper?” Eddie asked him from behind you, and you saw him nod.  Eddie bent down slightly to speak closer to your ear.  “What do you say, babydoll, wanna choke on Stevie’s dick?”

You shook your head, but as soon as you did, Eddie pushed your head down to force Steve’s cock right into your throat.  You struggled and fought for air, pushing on Steve’s thighs desperately, but it was no use.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, “fuck, don’t let her up yet.”

“Not yet,” Eddie agreed, “just a few more seconds…”

It felt like ages, but he did let you go; you pulled back with a gasp and a sputter, coughing vigorously as Steve and Eddie laughed at you.  You yelped as Eddie pulled you up onto your feet suddenly, his hand on the back of your head again to force you to bend at the hips.

“You can keep going,” he told you, like it was an offer and not an order.  “I’m just gonna fuck you while you suck on Stevie’s cock, babydoll.”

You opened your mouth to try to convince him not to, but Steve filled it again before anything could come out; you mumbled uselessly around him, his hands gripping either side of your head to hold you steady as he groaned.  “Such a sweet little mouth,” Steve sighed, “just like I imagined it.  How’s her pussy feel, Munson?”

“About to find out,” Eddie replied, rubbing his fat head between your other lips.  “Wanna bet she’s tight?”

“Oh, I know she is,” Steve insisted; and with a rough push, Eddie filled your hole.  It made you moan around Steve’s cock, which made him moan, too.

“Fuck, we were right,” Eddie breathed, “so fuckin’ tight.  Nice and warm, too— just been waitin’ for this dick, haven’t you, babydoll?”

You couldn’t say much, feeling horribly full and a little dizzy and totally used up.  They both fucked you relentlessly, neither offering much patience or mercy, or even sympathy for the fact that you were already being fucked so hard by someone else.

“Oh my god, she keeps getting more wet,” Eddie laughed, reaching around your hips to slide his fingers over the drips of arousal running down your thighs.  Steve pulled your head off of his cock, and you panted with an open mouth as he pushed you down lower.

“Lick my balls,” he demanded, and you grimaced a little but stuck your tongue out further.  He moved your head how he wanted it, rocking his hips against your face a bit; his cock, slick from your spit, rubbed against your face and got you all slimy.  “Fuck, that’s good…”

“Dirty bitch,” Eddie laughed, smacking you on the ass— a whine jumped out of your wide-open mouth.

“What?” Steve wondered.

“She clenched on me,” Eddie noticed.  “You like licking Harrington’s balls, babydoll?”

“Fuck, that is nasty,” Steve chuckled, looking down at you.  “You’re really a filthy fucking slut, huh?  Why don’t you just admit it?”

He tugged on your hair, keeping your face still so he could give it a few more smacks.  “Just say it, baby,” Eddie encouraged as well.

“I-I’m a…” you swallowed thickly, shutting your eyes so you could force the words out, “I’m a f-filthy fucking slut.”

Steve held his cock, smacking you lightly on the face with it— when he pressed his balls up to your chin, the tip reached your forehead.  “Look how big it is compared to her,” Steve told Eddie with a wide grin.

“Fuck, she’s so little,” Eddie cooed.

“Or I’m so big!” Steve defended.

“I mean, both,” Eddie offered.

“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Tell him his cock is big, sweetheart,” Eddie instructed you— and his hand slid up your thigh to pinch your clit.  You whined loudly, trying to press your thighs together, and he laughed.  “Tell him, baby, and look at him while you say it.”

You looked up at Steve, who had his eyebrows raised expectantly when he met your gaze.  “You, um… you have a big cock, Steve.”

“See?  Told you,” Eddie sing-songed.

“And how does Eddie’s cock feel, huh, bunny?” Steve asked you in return.

“I-it hurts,” you whined.

“Y’know, I was trying to get her to say it felt good,” Steve told Eddie, “but that might be more of a compliment.”

“Yeah, she can bitch about it all she wants,” Eddie chuckled, “I know she likes getting this pussy stretched out.  Don’t ya, little girl?”

Another hard pinch on your clit made you gasp: “F-fuck, fuck yes,” you sighed, “I like it…”

Eddie moaned lowly as he fucked you faster.  “You like it enough to come?”

You whined, but he started to rub your clit hard and fast; it made your legs shake, and you heard Steve laugh a bit.  “Is she close?” he asked Eddie.

“Yeah,” Eddie panted, “wanna cream for me, babydoll?  Go ahead and do it.”

“Think she’ll come faster if she’s sucking me again?” Steve wondered.

Eddie laughed; “Definitely.”

Steve pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you choke and gag again as the pressure on your clit nearly became too much to bear.  You hated that that actually worked, but it did— maybe the benefit was your orgasmic moans weren’t quite as embarrassingly loud, but Steve got a nice view of your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “good job, babydoll— coming nice and hard on my cock, feels so good…”

You were drooling all over both of them, in two different ways, and your hearing was a little fuzzy but you caught them both mocking you a bit for it.

“Gonna pull out and coat those tits soon,” he warned, “just like I said I would.  Did you get wet when you heard me say that, baby?”

You did, but obviously you didn’t say anything; you were too weak to hide your own moans now, and the hands in your hair and on your hips were the only thing holding you up now.

“Fuck, fuck, turn her around, Steve,” Eddie ordered; they both pulled out quickly and Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to kneel and look up at Eddie.  He stepped up to you, one hand a silvery blur over his cock as he stroked himself, the other pushing your hair back and holding your head.  “Good girl, want this come all over your tits?”

Again, you didn’t need to answer, it was irrelevant anyways; a second later, he was groaning loudly as come shot out and landed in haphazard stripes across your chest.  Your nipples were getting harder, for no good reason, and Steve watched it all with a proud look on his face.  Eddie’s lip curled as he looked down at you, jerking his cock until every drop was on your tits; he sighed, and smiled.

Just as you were appreciating the brief moment of peace, Steve roughly yanked you up onto your feet and pressed himself up behind you.  “My turn,” he grunted as he suddenly and roughly filled you with his cock.

You whined and dropped your head limply, feeling Eddie’s spend starting to cool on your chest.  He had already put his cock back in his jeans, and was watching the scene before him with a grin.  “Be good for Stevie,” he cooed at you, holding your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look up at him.  “He wants to come inside you, nice and deep… last I heard.”

“Yep, still do,” Steve interjected, “wanna— ah, fuck— wanna fill this cunt.”

“No, please, please,” you whimpered.

“Take it all, sweetheart,” Eddie ordered you with a grin, “take all that fuckin’ come— and be grateful that Steve wants to give it all to you.  You should be fucking grateful.”

You whined through your teeth.

“You should thank me for coming on your tits,” he snarled.  “Say it, bitch.”

He smacked you across the face, and the words spit out of your mouth.  “Thank you!”

“Mm,” he hummed proudly, “such a good girl… obedient little slut.”

“I’m close,” Steve blurted out suddenly.

“She’s tight, right?” Eddie grinned up at him.  “Makes it hard to last.”

“F-fuck, yeah, it does,” Steve agreed breathlessly. 

“You don’t need to,” Eddie explained, “she’s just a fuckin’ toy.  Don’t need to make her come.”

“But I— I sorta wanted to feel it,” Steve admitted.

“Oh, yeah, it feels so good havin’ that pussy squeeze you,” Eddie agreed, “even better knowing she can’t help it.  Can you, little babydoll?” he giggled at you as he pinched one of your cheeks.  “Here… I’ll help you get her there, Harrington.”

Eddie reached between you legs again, pinching your sore bud just below where Steve was ruthlessly fucking into you.  You sobbed and shuddered, fighting the overwhelming sensation.  

“She’s already so close,” Eddie noticed with a purr, “damn Harrington, you’re good at this.”

“Th-thanks,” Steve grunted, “god, I can’t hold on much longer…”

“Come on Stevie’s cock,” Eddie ordered you, “mhm, just like that— give him a nice big squeeze, you dumb fucking whore.”

You came with a choked sob, insides tightening on Steve— who followed suit a split second later, groaning loudly and digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your hips as he came.  “Fuck, fuck!” Steve moaned.

And that was when he dropped you, right into the dirt again, laying limp and helpless at Eddie’s feet.  They both stepped closer to you, crouching down beside where you were blinking up blankly at the starry night sky.  Eddie sat on the ground, lifting you up to rest your head on his lap; Steve pet your hair as you fluttered your eyes shut.

“Gimme a nod if you’re okay, princess, please?” Steve asked right away.  Your head was heavy from exhaustion, but you managed to nod, and he smiled down at you.  “Had me worried for a second there…”

“She’s tough, Harrington, give her some credit,” Eddie chuckled.  “You know she can handle a lot. And it was all her idea in the first place.”

“Yeah, true,” Steve nodded, brushing his hand over your face lightly.  “You did so good, babe, we’re both so proud of you!”

You smiled dreamily, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

“Wanna go home now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, and you nodded again.  “Okay, let’s get you all cleaned up…”

They cleaned you up alright… your back on Eddie’s chest in the bath, Steve in front of you, both of them helping wash you off— inside and out.

You whined a little as Eddie’s fingers slid over your sore cunt.  “Shh, just getting all’a Stevie’s come out,” he explained, “don’t get fussy.”

It hurt a little, but you could take it— and they had to get you clean.  You were a bit out of it still, but mostly coming back to reality, which is why you noticed Steve’s focused efforts lathering soap on your skin.  “S’it just me, or are my tits gonna be super clean after this?” you smirked.

“She’s onto you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.

It was working, though— your nipples were hard and sensitive from the attention, and Eddie must have noticed how much you liked it since he could feel your hole clenching while he was trying to clean it up.

“You know I can hold my breath for three minutes, right?” Steve reminded you, and you laughed as you nodded.  “How long do you need?”

“Depends how good you are,” you challenged.

“Oh, don’t taunt his ego, princess,” Eddie cooed, “now he has to do it.”

“Yup,” Steve agreed, taking a big breath before dropping down under the water’s surface.

Eddie pulled his hands out of the water, resting them on the sides of the porcelain tub; you felt Steve’s mouth latch onto you a second later, and you gripped Eddie’s wrists tightly.  “Feels good?” Eddie assumed.

“Y-yeah,” you breathed.  Steve’s tongue danced up and down across your folds, and the texture felt different with the water than it normally did; not better, not worse, but definitely very different.

“Mm,” Eddie hummed as he moved his hands away from the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders gently instead.  “You like how Stevie eats your pussy, princess?”

“Fuck, fuck yeah,” you groaned, “he’s— fuck, he’s got his tongue inside me now.”

“Keep telling me about it,” Eddie requested, kissing down your neck.  Your back arched, and you felt Eddie’s cock rub up against your lower back.

“He’s… god, Eddie, he’s licking my clit,” you whimpered, “feels so good…”

“Yeah?  I know how sensitive your little bud is,” he cooed.  “You can tug his hair if you want him to go harder.”

“Shit, dunno if I can take it,” you admitted.

“Then I’ll do it,” Eddie grinned, reaching underwater and grabbing a tight hold of Steve’s floating locks.  It worked; you yelped as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled hard, your hips starting to shake.

“Oh, fuck!” you shouted, shutting your eyes tight.

“Not too much for you, is it?” Eddie grunted.  “You can take it, princess, I know how strong you are— I know you can let Stevie eat that needy little pussy as long as he wants…”

You tried to arch your back deeper, but Eddie used his other hand to hold your hips and keep them pressed forward by Steve’s face.  Another jerk on Steve’s hair made him put his tongue inside you again, deeper this time, licking over your g-spot as you whined.  “Steve!” you shouted out.

“Do you think he can hear you under there?” Eddie wondered.  “Let’s get you a little louder, just to make sure.”

Eddie sucked on your neck, the hand on your hips moving and groping your tits instead before pinching and toying with your nipples; you jerked wildly, Steve only managing to stay latched onto you when Eddie let go of his hair.  Steve’s hands held your thighs tight, not enough to keep you still but at least keep you mostly in one place.  “Steve!” you sobbed.  “St-stevie, fuck, m’gonna come!”

Eddie’s moan was muffled on your skin.

You came with a cry— you were burning up, you didn’t even notice that the water was getting cold.  You whined and sobbed and blabbered about how hard you were coming, about how good it felt, until the waves subsided and all your energy was gone.

You went limp against Eddie, and Steve reappeared with a grin as he pushed his wet hair back.  “Well, I think we finally wore her out,” Eddie noticed as he looked at you— half unconscious with your head draped on his shoulder.

“Wanna take her to bed?” Steve suggested.

“Always,” Eddie grinned.

“I mean to sleep,” Steve chuckled.

“Oh— yeah, I think it’s babydoll’s bedtime, hm?” Eddie teased lightly, holding your sides.

After they helped you dry off and get in your jammies, they pulled you into the covers, and even though you were almost completely out of your mind, you instinctively latched onto Steve and cuddled up close to him; he smiled and pet your head, just as Eddie slipped in behind you and wrapped you both up tight in his arms.

“Good job today, princess,” Eddie whispered as he kissed the top of your head.  “So good for us.”

“Sleep tight, okay?” Steve requested.  “‘Cause we’ve got so much more to do tomorrow.”

[andvys]

I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 18

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of body dysmorphia, mentions of an eating disorder, mentions of weight loss, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy (don't worry, it's nothing), depression and anxiety

Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader!reader

Summary: A conversation with a girl that you had been trying to avoid, leaves you more confused than ever -- it might just be the cause of a storm in your heart.

Word count: 6k

A/N: BIG BIG BIG SHOUTOUT TO THE LITTLE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER AKA @hellfire--cult thank you so much for helping me, with this chapter especially! I was struggling with the dialogue at the end of this chapter and you were such a big help so thank you -- you're talented, amazing, show-stopping, perfect, thank you for helping me with the dialogues (and so many other ideas) mwah! You guys better follow her and give her stories the love they deserve

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The gym is filled with girls dressed in their cheer uniforms, the color green is starting to give you a headache, just like the sound of giggles and hushed whispers as the girls next to you talk about the latest gossip. Another supposed breakup. 

This time it’s Tommy and Carol again. 

Just three weeks back, you heard rumors about Steve and Nancy’s apparent breakup,  which turned out to be just a rumor, considering you’ve seen them together – maybe less than before but they are still around each other, laughing and smiling just like before. 

Clearly, they are still together. 

But teenagers love to make up rumors – especially about people like you and Steve. Despite both yours and his fall down the social ladder, you are still the hot topics of the school. 

They love to make up rumors about your relationship or past relationship with Steve and your friendship with Eddie – or as they still like to call him, the freak. 

Apparently you and Eddie had been seen making out in his van. 

Apparently you and Eddie have been in a secret relationship since august, last year. 

Apparently you cheated on the king with the freak. 

Apparently the satan worshiper had cursed your relationship with the king – so he could have you. 

Apparently you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and living in his trailer. 

Apparently you and Eddie are in love and secretly married – at least, you understand that rumor. The matching rings on both yours and his ring finger may have been the cause of it. 

The pregnancy rumor made you physically sick – it made you stand in front of the mirror, checking for signs that you had gained weight. You did not, it still made you feel nauseous and you had to cancel your dinner ‘date’ with your friends. 

A sigh falls from your lips when you hear Teresa talking about her future in college – Princeton to be exact. Of course the cute brunette has it all, beauty and brains. The straight A student isn’t only one of the smartest students in Hawkins High, she is also one of the prettiest – cat eyes, a small nose and big lips, she is thin but her boobs are, well, they are huge. 

You wonder why you were ever crowned as the queen when girls like her exist. When girls like Heather and Chrissy exist. 

You wonder why Steve ever even looked your way. 

You look down at yourself, your uniform is perfectly ironed, your skin is soft and glowing after scrubbing and lathering it in moisturizer earlier this morning. You reach for the mirror in your bag, wanting to check on your makeup, one more time before the photoshooting. Your hair looks good, your make up looks good and yet, you still don’t like the way you look. 

“Well, don’t you look beautiful.” 

The frown on your face disappears when you hear his voice. Looking over your shoulder,  you see Eddie leaning against the doorframe. He is eying you with a smile on his face. He ignores all the nasty looks from the other cheerleaders before they continue getting ready for the little photo session with Jonathan – who is getting just as many nasty looks as Eddie does. 

You put the little mirror down and walk over to him, smoothing down your skirt as you take in the sight of him. He was forced to leave his leather jacket at home and he had already been whining about it since the early morning hours. Clad in his favorite jeans and a metallica shirt, you can’t help but miss the leather on his skin – it’s his staple piece but, it’s the end of May, much to Eddie’s dismay it’s too warm to walk around with vests and jackets. 

You like seeing his tattoos though and his hair in ponytail or a bun when it does get a little too warm. 

“Hi,” you say, giving him a sweet smile as you halt in front of him. 

He smiles down at you, tapping your nose, “hey sweetheart.” 

“Wanna join the photo session?” You joke, gesturing to the girls who are still getting ready as Jonathan is setting up his tripod and his camera. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “give me a uniform and I’m in.”

Giggling, you shake your head, “your butt would look cute in a cheer skirt.”

“Oh, not as cute as yours,” he winks, grinning at you when you look away with a blush on your cheeks. 

“Are you enjoying the last day as the cheer captain?” 

“You have no idea how much I wanna get rid of that title,” you laugh, “I’m ready to give that position up to Chrissy.” 

You haven’t been loving cheerleading as much as you used to. Things changed, especially this year. 

“I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” 

“You and me both, sweetheart.” 

“You know, I always thought that I’d go to college after high school,” you say as you look around the room, “but now, I’m just lost. I wouldn’t even know what to major in if I did go to college a-and I don’t even know what college I’d go to – and why am I even stressing about it, it’s too late for that now–”

Eddie places his hands on your shoulders, “I thought we settled on not stressing about our future anymore.” 

“Yeah but–” 

“No buts,” Eddie chuckles, “you’re taking a gap year, you still got your job at the record store and I’ll work at the garage, we’ll save up some money this summer and then–”

“And then we’ll go on that road trip.”

“Exactly,” he smiles, “we’ve been planning it for weeks now, don’t let college ruin that.”

Your shoulders slump and you sigh, “I just, I hear all of them talking about college,” you pause, gesturing to the girls behind you, “a-and it makes me think that maybe it was a mistake not to apply to any.”

His eyes soften at the worry in your eyes, he shakes his head. 

“I don’t think it’s a mistake.”

“It’s not?” 

“No, you got all the time in the world to join all these boring people in the normal world,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “let’s live in our own world for a little longer,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he fixes the bow in your ponytail. 

“Our dreams will be crushed the moment we step into the real world, let’s not let that happen so soon.”

You eye his face and curl of his lips as he stares at you. 

“Our own world,” you smile, nodding, “I think I like that more anyways.”

“Yeah?” He grins. 

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Good,” you repeat after him, making him chuckle. 

He tilts his head with a smile on his face, “did you do your make up differently?” 

“Uh yeah, I did pink eye shadow today,” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you noticed it, guys usually don’t pay attention to these things.”

“I’m offended that you think I’m one of those guys,” he jokes, placing his hand on his chest, “I notice everything about you, sweetheart.” 

He notices every slight change. A different hairstyle, new clothes, the new color of your lipstick, the slightest change in your behavior, your eating habits, your struggles. He notices it all. 

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” you smile but the look in your eyes isn’t genuine and it makes him frown. 

“Not as gorgeous as Teresa.”

“Who the fuck is Teresa,” he mumbles in confusion. 

You point to the cheerleader and Eddie follows your gaze. You watch him closely as he looks at the pretty cheerleader. 

Does he think she’s gorgeous? Does he think she looks better than you? Does he think she looks sexy in her tight uniform? Does he think her boobs look good?

The reaction you expected never comes, he scrunches his face up and a look of distaste crosses his features.

“That bitch threw gum in my hair.” 

A laugh tumbles from your lips, you cup your hand over your mouth when the others turn to look at you.

“That’s not funny, y/n!” Eddie frowns, though his eyes are filled with amusement, “Wayne had to cut a chunk of my hair because I couldn’t get it out.” 

“Your poor hair!” You pout, reaching out to touch his curls. 

Both you and Eddie are unaware of the new set of eyes watching the two of you. 

Steve just left the coach’s office, passing by the gym when he heard your laughter, he couldn’t help but peek inside the open gym. 

His eyes fall on you, right away. 

It’s been a while since you had talked, though you had been more present in his life since the night before your birthday, you were still far from actually being back in his life. The only interactions the two of you have are the ones in the hallway or in classes, greeting one another and saying goodbye. That’s all but he wishes he would see more of you. 

Things haven’t been easy in the past few weeks, he barely passed the exams, sleepless nights haunt him and his days usually consist of reading and trying to better his cooking skills – he has nothing else to do. He has no one to talk to, no one to hang out with, no one to be with, not even his parents. 

He had never been more miserable than he is right now. 

There you are, pressing yourself against Eddie as you play with his hair, looking happier than ever. 

Eddie, who wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you like you are the most precious thing in this world. 

Steve’s eyes are filled with nothing but sadness. He doesn’t even have the power to feel jealous anymore. 

“Hey Steve!” 

Shit. 

All eyes are now on him, including yours and Eddie’s. 

Steve tears his eyes away from you and turns to look at Jonathan who is walking towards him with his camera. By the look in his eyes, Steve can tell that he wants to do anything but talk to him. 

“Uh – it’s good that you’re here,” Jonathan mumbles, holding the camera up, “Principle Higgins asked for a picture of you and y/n.” 

Steve’s brows furrow and confusion takes over his face, “me and y/n?” He asks, “why?”

Jonathan shrugs, refraining from rolling his eyes, “cause you’re the captain of the basketball team and she’s cheer captain.” 

“Oh.” 

Jonathan looks away from Steve, glancing in your direction, waving you over. 

You look just as confused as Steve does but you make your way over to them nonetheless. 

“Hi,” you mumble to Steve before your eyes find Jonathan who stands between you two, awkwardly. 

“Hey,” Steve smiles at you. 

“Principle Higgins wants a picture of you two together,” Jonathan explains to you, “cause you’re both Captains.” 

You raise your brows, “uh okay,” you snort, “what does the cheer captain have to do with–” 

“Don’t ask me, y/n,” Jonathan chuckles as he motions for you both to follow him, “I’m just as confused.” 

“That’s weird,” you mumble, glancing at Steve who’s awfully quiet. 

“Let’s do it in front of the banners,” Jonathan looks over his shoulder, giving you a small smile but avoiding Steve’s eyes – you notice it. 

Does he feel guilty about kissing his girlfriend? You saw them together yesterday, Nancy and Jonathan. They didn’t even bother to hide their affection. They kissed in the parking lot in front of everyone to see. All they got were a few weird looks, no one seemed to pay much attention to them – no one except for you. You stood frozen in place, a mix of confusion and anger rushing through you. 

Despite the things that Steve had done to you, he still didn’t deserve that. 

You didn’t know whether you should tell him or not, by the sullen look in his eyes, you can tell that he already knows. 

“Alright, just uh–” Jonathan waves his hand at you and Steve, looking around awkwardly, “scoot a little closer.” 

You don’t have to look around the gym to see all the eyes on you, you can feel them and you can hear the hushed whispers.

Steve ignores them but he can’t help but take a look at Eddie who is still standing in the same spot as before. He watches you. 

You step closer to Steve, when he lifts his arm up for you. You place your hand on his back and he places his hand on your waist. Steve looks away from Eddie when the latter looks down. 

Jonathan looks through his camera, squinting his eyes as he motions with his hand, “a little closer, y/n.” 

Steve feels your body closer against his, your hand slides down to his waist, your touch fills him with a warmth that he hasn’t felt in a long time, it makes his heart beat a little faster, it fills him with life. 

If a simple touch of your hand can make him feel such things, he wonders what a kiss from you would cause. 

For a moment, he forgets about his surroundings and what he is supposed to be doing. The sound of chatter, whispers and giggles fly by him. His attention is on you and he basks in the feeling of being so close to you, of feeling your touch, of being able to look at you – not from afar but from such a close distance. 

After a few snaps, Jonathan pulls back to look at the pictures he just took, he furrows his brows and glances up at the two of you. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask, not pulling away from Steve just yet, “do I look okay?” 

Jonathan huffs with a soft chuckle, “yeah, you look good but uh, Steve? You’re supposed to look into the camera,” he says awkwardly. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you look up to see him staring at you – now with a blush on his cheeks. Oh. He wasn’t looking into the camera because he was too busy looking at you. 

He closes his eyes, furrowing his brows, “right.” 

You can’t help but smile to yourself – a flustered Steve is not something you will ever get used to. 

“Alright,” Jonathan mumbles after snapping a few more pictures, “I got it now.”

He looks up from his camera, giving Steve a tight lipped smile, “thanks Steve, you can go now,” he says before he steps away himself. 

You feel the hesitation in his touch before he lets go of you, stepping away slowly.

“Alright uh, I’m gonna,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he points to the entrance. 

“Yeah,” you whisper but you hesitate as well and you find yourself looking into his eyes again. 

The sadness has taken over. 

You know that he knows about Nancy and Jonathan. 

Why is he still with her? 

Why is he still with her after everything he said to you? 

Why is he still with her when she is seeing someone else? 

He gives you a halfhearted smile before he turns away but you stop him, reaching for his hand before he can take the first step away from you. You grip it tightly, unaware of the feeling in his heart that you had caused with yet another simple touch. 

He looks down at your hand only to notice another, new ring adorning your hand. A skull ring on your ring finger – he doesn’t know why such a small item can cause him so much despair. He doesn’t have to ask to know where or who you had gotten it from. 

“Are you okay?” 

The softness in your voice matches the one in your eyes, it makes him want to cry. 

How could he ever be okay without you in his life? 

Now that he had finally dropped the act and let go of a fake love, he had nothing to hold onto anymore. 

He lost his best friend, he lost the love of his life, he lost the one. All because he was an insecure coward. 

The past few weeks have shown him how much he had truly ruined, how alone he really is without you in his life. 

He needed to lose you to realize that you are all he ever wanted. 

He doesn’t need a bunch of friends who don’t even care about him nor does he need girls chasing after him or the popularity that he no longer has or even wants. 

You, he only wants you. 

But he won’t fight for someone who he doesn’t deserve to have.  

You look at him with worry in your eyes as you wait for him to answer your question. 

No. No, he is not okay. 

He has never felt more lost in his life than he does at this moment. 

The emptiness in his chest is eating at him and he doesn’t know how to keep going when every day feels like hell.

Every night he stares at the bottles of expensive whiskey in his dad’s office, contemplating whether or not he should just drink until he no longer feels anything. Deep down he knows that the whiskey would just make everything so much worse. 

Maybe it would lead him back to you, maybe it would lead him to the phone on his nightstand, maybe he would make the mistake of calling or even seeing you only to beg for another chance – which would only end in heartbreak. 

You won’t take him back.

Steve will forever hate himself for losing you. 

“Yeah,” he says, forcing a smile on his face, “I’m okay.” 

And for a moment, it isn’t a lie. For a moment, he does feel okay when he still feels your hand in his, when he sees the worry and the softness in your beautiful eyes and the necklace around your neck, the locket that he gave you. You are wearing it. And that alone is enough for his heart to flutter and for the emptiness in his chest to disappear – even if only temporary. 

He avoids your eyes and that proves to you that he isn’t okay but just like he never pressured you, you don’t do it either. 

“A-Are you going to college?” You ask, not wanting him to go so soon. 

Your question surprises him, it’s been a long time since you had initiated a conversation. 

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem really appealing to me.”

“But you wanted to go to college, Steve.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, tilting his head with a small chuckle.

“That uh, that was our dream. I only wanted to go to college with you.”

His hand is still in yours, his sad eyes are still gazing into yours. 

“You wanted to go to college with me?” Your eyes widen when he nods, “for me?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so,” he trails off as he watches the way sadness crosses your features. 

Your heart jumps at his words. 

“That’s uh, that’s funny,” you laugh, “cause I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so I always told you that I had this huge college dream when I never even knew what I actually wanted.”

Steve’s brows furrow and his eyes fill with confusion but also with amusement. 

“Really?” He chuckles. 

“Yeah.” 

His eyes crinkle and his smile widens. 

“Wow. We would’ve gone to college together not knowing that it’s something neither of us wanted,” he says, “unless it’s something that you want now?”

“Oh no,” you mumble, “I-I’m not going to college. For now, I’m stuck at the record store which is actually being moved to Starcourt soon.” 

His eyes light up. 

“Oh, the record store is being moved?” 

“Yeah!”

“I guess we’ll keep seeing each other then.” 

While the thought leaves him with excitement, it must leave you with annoyance – at least that’s what he thinks. 

The look on your face is puzzled.

“I got a job at the ice cream parlor,” he clears his throat, “Scoops Ahoy.” 

Suddenly, he feels embarrassed and his cheeks heat up. You used to date a king, a popular guy, the captain of the basketball team with his apparent bright athlete future. 

And now he is just Steve Harrington who barely got his diploma, who threw his athlete future down the drain to work at an ice cream parlor. How humiliating. 

Your jaw drops and your eyes widen, “no way! Scoops Ahoy?” 

“Yeah..”

“Oh my god!” You giggle excitedly. “I’ll be your regular.”

Steve can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm. 

“You did love your ice cream.”

“Yeah, I still do.” 

You are still smiling at him and he can’t help but smile back at you. This almost feels like a dream – standing here with your hand still in his, laughing and smiling with you like the past no longer matters. 

“Y/n!” Chrissy calls for you. 

You tear your eyes away from his and glance over his shoulder. 

Chrissy motions for you to join her and the other cheerleaders – who are all trying to hide the fact that they were just staring at you and Steve. 

“Come on!” She says as she glares at Steve’s back. 

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

Steve’s face falls, though his smile still lingers when you look back at him. You remove your hand from his. 

“So uh, I guess I’ll see you around?” 

He nods, “yeah,” he mumbles. 

You step away from him but this time, he stops you. With a hand on your wrist and your name falling from his lips, he makes you halt in your tracks. 

You look back at him with raised brows. 

His soft eyes make your heart race, his touch makes you feel warm. 

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

He knows you don’t believe it, you never did, no matter how many times he told you these words, you never believed them. 

“The locket looks good on you,” he smiles. 

You place your other hand on your chest, touching the locket, “thanks, I love it.”

Chrissy rolls her eyes, watching the interaction between you and Steve. Annoyed at the affection and the smiles you are giving him, she forces herself to look away. 

Steve always finds a way to sneak his way back into your life. He doesn’t deserve you, not after everything that happened. 

She knows that you might never stop loving him but she hopes that your love for him won’t stop you from letting another one in. She narrows her eyes, glancing at the metalhead who is still standing by the door, watching you with an intense look on his face, one that can only be described as jealousy. 

It’s the same look you always wore when you saw Steve with other girls. 

She sighs, shaking her head.

Chrissy might not be a close friend of Eddie’s but she knows that his feelings for you are nowhere near platonic and she knows that what you are feeling might be deeper than that too, though you are still oblivious, too focused on your feelings for your ex boyfriend. 

She hopes that you will let go of them someday. 

-

The first big summer storm hits the town of Hawkins on a Friday afternoon. The rain is falling down harshly from the sky, the wind is howling through the trees, the bright lighting lights up the darkened sky every few seconds as the thunder crashes loudly. 

The streets are empty as the water flushes down the road. 

Of course you had to come to the library today. 

You should’ve come here tomorrow, you should’ve stayed home. 

You tried to leave the library when the storm just started but the librarian, an elderly woman named Margaret, refused to let you leave. She forced a book into your hand and told you to take a seat by the window. 

She didn’t even let you put up a fight. She offered you a cup of coffee and told you to wait out the storm. 

It’s been an hour but the storm is still raging and you are becoming restless. You hate being stuck in public places.

You take the book that she gave you and leave the table, giving her a tight lipped smile as you pass by the counter. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to sneak out,” you whisper to her when she gives you a pointed look. 

“You better not, young lady,” she says with a mean voice but her eyes are kind. 

You chuckle at her, flashing her a smile before you disappear into the aisle where the shelves are filled with nothing but dramatic romances and sad love stories – your favorites. 

The smell of paper and coffee, the sound of rain and thunder fills you with a nostalgic feeling. You love these types of afternoons, sitting down with a book you love, listening to the rain paddling down the windows after you light up your favorite candle and drinking a hot cup of coffee – too bad you did not stay at home, you could have done just that. 

As you walk down the aisle and you trace the books, trying to find one that calls for you, you don’t find a story that you would love to read, instead, you find the girl that has been the cause of a lot of pain in your life. 

You halt in your tracks when you find her sitting in the little nook by the window. A large book resting on her lap. 

You don’t know why you freeze, why you don’t just walk away, why you keep standing there like a fool as you stare at the girl that stole your boyfriend – ex boyfriend. 

She glances up from her book when she feels your eyes on her.

For a moment, she freezes too and stares back at you. 

What are you doing? Just walk away. The angel on your shoulder whispers, trying to save you from the awkwardness of this situation. 

No. Confront her. Tell her what you saw.

You were never one to let the devil win. You were always a good, obedient girl. Always listening to the things the good ones whispered to you. Always doing what you were supposed to do. Always being kind and sweet to everyone around you. Always doing the right thing. 

Maybe that is where you went wrong, by doing the apparent right things. 

But you never did what you wanted to do. 

So you let the devil for once – or maybe the devil is actually the angel and the angel that has been whispering all these discouraging words to you, is actually the devil in disguise,  waiting for you to fail, changing your mind about the things that you want.

“Can I help you?” Nancy asks slowly.

You notice that her hair is shorter than it used to be, a few of her curls fall from the clip that is holding her hair together. 

“No,” you shake your head. 

She furrows her brows when you make your way over to her. 

“But there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.” 

“You wanted to talk to me?” She asks, pointing between the two of you. 

Surprised that you want to talk to her now. 

You nod. 

Nancy can’t help but feel nervous. Despite her dislike for you, she is aware of her wrongs. You have every right to be angry at her – if you are angry at her. 

“I saw you with Jonathan.” 

She tilts her head, eyes straying from you. She looks confused. 

“What?” 

You cross your arms over your chest, the bracelet around your wrist slides down a little. 

“I saw you kissing him.”

“So?” 

“So?” 

Now you feel the anger rushing through you. 

Does she not feel ashamed? 

You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“I should be the last person to care about this but I still care about him,” you start as you stare into her confused eyes, “what are you doing is disgusting.”

Nancy begins to understand a little but a part of her still leaves her with a big question mark. 

“I shouldn’t be defending him but I know that he is a good person, despite everything,” you murmur the last part with an eye roll, “and I know that he is good to you.” 

Nancy straightens her back, she pushes the book off of her lap and holds her hands up, “okay, uh I’m a little confused.”

“Oh, you’re confused?” You mumble, trying to keep your voice down, “you’re confused about the fact that you are cheating – openly?” 

Technically, you are not wrong. She did cheat but not anymore. 

“I’m not cheating,” she mumbles, “we’re not together anymore.”

Silence fills the space between the two of you. The only sound you both hear is the thunder and the rain outside before you speak up after a long pause. 

“What?” You ask and Nancy realizes that you don’t know. 

How do you not know about the break up? 

How do you not know that he left her? 

She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest, mimicking your pose. 

“Steve broke up with me.” 

You are stunned. These news are something you did not expect. 

“A few weeks ago, actually,” she explains, “when he came back from you.”

Oh. 

He broke up with her, the night before your birthday, after seeing you. 

“I’m not cheating on Steve. Jonathan and I, we’re together.” 

So, the rumors were true, after all. 

They broke up – he broke up with her. 

“Oh.”

Nancy looks you up and down. There you stand, wide eyed, confused and definitely unaware of the break up that happened so long ago. 

“You didn’t… know?” 

You shake your head and you lean your body against the shelf behind you. 

“No, I-I didn’t know.”

You had almost forgotten about the raging storm when a bolt of lightning strikes through the sky and the lights in the library flicker for a few seconds. 

You draw in a long sharp breath and look down. 

Why didn’t he tell you? You wonder. 

Nancy asks herself the same thing. Why did Steve not tell you about the break up? Why didn’t he call you the way he called her after he broke up with you? 

The two of you stand in front of each other, shocked.

And as Nancy takes a closer look at you, as she sees the slight frown, the look in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, the hand over your heart. She knows. She knows that there is still something. 

You are still processing the news, she can tell by the way your eyes flicker back and forth as though you are trying to piece something together. 

“Wait so.. you heard the rumors and you didn’t… think they were true?” 

Your hair falls in front of your face when you lift your head, you don’t bother to push it away. 

“I– well, I…I saw you two together a lot, so, it was hard to believe the rumors.. you know?” 

Nancy nods in understanding. 

“I get it… Then, the rumors with Eddie are not true?” 

For a moment, you think about her question before you turn your head to look at her with a frown. 

“The one I’m pregnant? The one where he sacrificed a lamb to get my undying love and devotion? The one where I cheated on Steve? Which one of them all?” 

Nancy’s eyes widen. 

She can’t help but snort at all those rumors. Shaking her head with an amused smile, she looks down with furrowed brows, “trust me, even I know Munson looks scary but probably is a fan of Garfield or something,” she chuckles. 

A smile tugs at your lips. 

“He does have Garfield pajamas.”

She looks at you with a stunned expression before you both burst into giggles. 

Nancy shakes her head again as the smile fades away. 

“And no, not the pregnant one either.. Jesus,” she sighs. Her eyes find your body again, she looks you up and down with a look that you cannot read. 

Suddenly, you feel self conscious again. You feel the urge to wrap your arms around your waist, wanting to hide your body. 

But her words aren’t ones that you expected. 

“If you’re pregnant with a body like that, is the baby like smushed to the very back?” 

Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your eyes widen at her words and you restrain yourself from gasping or holding your hand in front of your mouth or your stomach. 

Nancy had spent so much time feeling jealous of you, of what you had – because at one point, she thought that you had everything. Beauty, popularity, friends and a guy who was hopelessly in love with you. You had it all and when she got a taste of what you had, she wanted it. She wanted him. She painted a false picture of you in her head, to make herself feel better about stealing from you. 

Though, the false picture in her head didn’t stay for long, it started crumbling the moment she walked into the girls bathroom to hear you crying. She knew it was you, the backpack that laid on the ground had a pin of The Cure on the front, one that only you had. 

After that, she began to pay attention to you. 

She saw the way you looked at Steve, weeks, months after he left you. 

She saw the sadness, the heartbreak, the pain in your eyes and the love that never left. 

She saw the way you looked at the other girls and the way you looked at yourself. The way you stayed in the locker room, a little longer than the other girls. 

The way you looked at her and compared yourself to her. 

All because of him. 

“Y-You look amazing is what I’m trying to say,” Nancy says nervously. 

A flush creeps up to your face as you gape at her. 

To hear it from Steve or even Eddie is one thing, to hear it from a girl who bashed on you, who belittled you is a whole other thing. It feels.. good. 

“T-Thank you..”

Nancy clears her throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Desperately wanting to kill the awkward tension, she goes back to your previous question.

“No… The one where you and Eddie are dating.” 

It takes you a moment to realize what she means. Your mouth falls open and recognition dawns your face. 

“No, it’s not true either. None of them are,” you brows knit together, “wait, why did you think it was true?”

There’s amusement in her features as she takes in the sight of your confused face. She shrugs, “you’re always clinging to one another, and you guys literally kiss on the cheek! Like, who does that to a friend? And– you sit on his lap! It’s hard not to think you two have something going on!” 

You press your hands together, laughing awkwardly, “uh, well, that’s how best friends interact,” you say these words with a twinge of pain in your chest but you don’t understand it, the reasoning behind the pain is unclear to you. 

“Trust me, that’s not how best friends interact with each other – or look at each other,” she adds quietly. 

“L-Like what?”

She stares at you in amusement, albeit a little bewildered. 

“You’re a little oblivious, aren’t you?” 

“Oblivious to what?” 

She looks away from you with a small smile, glancing out the window, she pretends to be surprised, “oh, it looks like the storm finally stopped!” She points out. 

The storm had indeed stopped, though the one inside of you, has just begun. 

Nancy reaches for the book on the nook. She grabs her bag and turns back to you, “I gotta go home. Jonathan and my mom must be worried.” 

You follow her with your eyes, staring at her desperately. 

She looks over her shoulder after passing by you, “one piece of advice? Pay attention.” 

And with that, Nancy Wheeler leaves you standing in the empty aisle. 

“What?”

next chapter

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word count : 2.4k

pairing : steve harrington x reader x eddie munson

warnings : 18+ heavy smut, dark!steve, soft!eddie, crybaby!reader, predatory kink, oral (male and female receiving), face slapping, size kink, dirty talk, praise, degradation, threesome, spanking, swearing, daddy kink, dumbification, bimbofication, breeding kink (steve), and kinda exhibitionism at the end

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part two

•••

steve harrington could have sworn your skirts were getting shorter and shorter as the days went on.

and eddie munson agreed.

the two boys watched closely as you pranced around the henderson house in nothing but a lacy bralette and the shortest pink skirt either of them had ever seen.

"do you think she's doing it on purpose?" eddie leaned over and whispered to steve as the two of them watched you reach for a glass that had inconveniently been placed on one of the top shelves.

"of course she's doing it on purpose!" steve scoffed. "no way this whole show she's putting on is accidental." he remarked while leaning down slightly to get a clear view of your gorgeous pink panties.

as you turned around you began to make your way back into the living room where the two teenagers were sitting with your younger brother and all of their friends.

"here." you mumbled quietly while handing dustin the large glass of orange juice that he had requested a few minutes prior.

"thanks y/n!" he exclaimed while beaming up at you with a toothy grin.

"yea of course." you responded while smiling at the small group of friends before swiftly making your way towards the upstairs staircase.

to tell the truth you did enjoy all of the attention you were getting from the two older boys in dustin’s friend group. it made you feel somewhat special.

the first time they had ever come over you weren't aware of your brothers unexpected guests. so when you walked downstairs in nothing but a towel what else could they do but gawk?

ever since that day you had made it your absolute goal to have them fawning over you every time they came over.

you weren't quite sure what you were trying to accomplish with this little performance of yours .. but you did know that it was fun to play with their emotions.

•••

"hey henderson? i really gotta use the bathroom. can i go upstairs?" steve asked dustin.

"mhm hmm" dustin replied sheepishly as he tried to focus on the map he had been studying for the past thirty minutes.

steve stood up from the couch and slowly made his way towards the staircase before he felt a warm hand that had been covered in metal rings grab onto his wrist.

"where do you think you're going?" eddie interrogated.

“…the bathroom?" steve responded questionably.

"cut the crap harrington. i know you're only going up there to see y/n." eddie scolded.

"so what if i am?" steve viciously spat back.”you're telling me that if you had the opportunity to sleep with y/n you wouldn't take it?”

"i-i-well." eddie stuttered.

"exactly." the harrington boy responded bluntly before starting to make his way up the carpeted staircase.

suddenly he turned around once more to face eddie and snapped. "well are you coming or not?" the harsh tone in his voice revealing his sexual frustration.

eddie’s eyes widened in shock despite hurriedly following steve up the narrow passageway and rushing towards your bedroom door.

suddenly both teenagers abruptly burst through the barricade that had previously separated the two of them from you.

before you had the chance to react steve slowly began to stalk towards your place on the bed while you stared up at him in utter disbelief.

“well..well..well” the boy began.

something had changed in steve’s demeanour. his tone had changed. his body language had changed.

“no where to run now.” 

a predatory look had settled on his face and his eyes had become much darker than before.

eddie had noticed this change too. he noticed how you had almost shrunken in your seat on the bed and how tears had begun to slightly well in your beautiful eyes.

“you think that parading around in these skimpy little outfits would grab our attention?” steve continued.

your lip quivered slightly as he drew his palm to your face and gently tugged at your lip with his thumb.

“such gorgeous lips... i’ll almost feel bad forcing my cock through them..” he trailed off.

you whimpered at his harsh words as a warm tear slowly rolled down your cheek.

“aww baby there’s no need to cry.” eddie spoke up sympathetically.

“don’t praise her ed. she doesn’t deserve it. knew exactly what she was doing.” steve demanded as his hands flew to his jeans to hurriedly undo his belt.

“i-i didn’t mean too..” you started quietly, trying to find the words to explain how you felt when suddenly you felt a harsh sting on your right cheek.

“don’t fucking lie to us.” steve growled as you realized he had backhanded you across the face.

a warmth had began to form in your lace panties and your face had flushed pink with arousal and embarrassment.

eddie made his way over to the bed and started to softly stroke the back of your hair with his ring clad hands.

“it’s gonna be okay sweetheart. stevie and i just need a little help. is that okay?”

you melted into eddie’s warm body as he held you tightly to his chest.

“mhm hmh” you approved.

“good girl. now why don’t you get down on your knees and open up that pretty little mouth of yours?”

you nodded into eddie’s chest and slowly climbed off the bed and onto the floor.

“see steve? don’t need to be rough with her. our perfect girl.” he praised you sweetly.

“yea well she’s never gonna learn her lesson otherwise munson.” steve grunted in response before his large cock sprung forth from his restraining calvin klein boxers.

you gawked at the size of his erection as he lowly chuckled to himself while yanking on your hair so that your mouth was angled upwards.

“open up brat.” he demanded.

your quivering lips slowly parted for him and without warning he instantly rammed himself down your throat.

you gagged at the sudden force and your vision quickly became blurry with more tears.

“aww poor pathetic baby.. can barely take all of me in her little mouth huh?” steve mocked while pumping himself in and out off your soft lips.

eddie sat on the bed watching in complete awe. you looked so perfectly helpless and fucked out. his cock hardened at the sight of you and instantly wished it was him on the receiving end.

steve glanced up and immediately noticed the desperation that had set in the boys eyes.

gently yanking your hair he brought your head back to unattach itself from his girth. your lips popped together as you stared up at him in wonder and submission.

“hey munson, why don’t you come over here and give it a try.” steve encouraged.

eddie eagerly jumped up from his place on the bed and began to quickly unzip his fly and rip his pants off as his sexual frustration grew more and more.

just then his enormous erection sprang out from his restricting boxers and immediately was taken between your warm lips.

eddie groaned out in pleasure as steve watched in approval.

“looks like our dumb baby is finally learning who’s in charge.” he prasied while stroking his own cock. “such a perfect slut for us.”

you moaned into eddie’s shaft while licking a firm strip up the large protruding vein on the back of his dick.

tears continued to stream down your face as you choked on the munson boy’s boner and mangled moans escaped from the back of your throat. neither steve or eddie were sure how much more of this they could take. you looked like an absolute wreak. the fresh coat of mascara you had applied earlier was now smudged, your hair was tangled in both their fingers while drool, precum, and tears dripped down your chin and onto your hot pink bralette.

steve moaned loudly, pumping even faster as hot white liquid erupted from his cock and painted itself across your face and chest.

this sent eddie over the edge and a warm liquid coated your tongue as you eagerly swallowed every last salty drop.

“holy fuck!” eddie exclaimed.

you gazed up in expectance at the two boys who were now peering down at you through glassy eyes.

“you did so well angel.” steve praised while picking you up gently and laying you on the bed.

“do you think you deserve a reward honey?” he questioned sincerely.

you whimpered into your little pink pillow while nodding apologetically at him.

“aww okay honey, come here.” steve coaxed while positioning his body behind you to support your back.

eddie laid himself down between your legs and carefully pulled your lace panties down your legs and hung them on the post of your bed triumphantly.

the boys mischievously exchanged glances before steve’s fingers immediately plunged into your soaking wet pussy and eddies tongue quickly found its way to your sensitve bud.

the pleasure was almost instantly overwhelming and your body promptly jolted forward before steve’s right arm hooked itself around your waist so you couldn’t struggle too much.

eddie chuckled into your heat as his cool metal rings began to trace shapes through the arousal that was oozing between your thighs.

the sudden change in temperature intensified the pleasure even more and you found yourself almost immediately moaning into steve’s tanned chest.

“d-da-daddy” you panted while the boy stared down at you in admiration.

suddenly the attention that your needy pussy had previously been reciving was almost instantly lost.

you whined out in frustration while violently thrashing your legs around eddie’s head before he managed to grab a hold of your ankles and pin you down.

“what the fuck did you just say.” steve growled darkly into your ear.

“d-daddy!” you cried out pathetically.

eddie chuckled into your inner thigh. “aww baby…you shouldn’t have said that.” he groaned while jumping up from his place on the bed and standing over your naked body.

steve chuckled to himself before thrashing your body forward and positioning you over his knee.

your bare ass was on display for the two teenager boys and they couldn’t have been more pleased.

suddenly a harsh slap echoed throughout the room as a sharp sting was placed harshly on your left ass cheek.

“you wanna be a greedy little bitch…” steve growled into your ear. “.. then you’ll be treated like a greedy little bitch.” 

you whimpered up at eddie but he only pouted at you mockingly.

“brought this on yourself princess.” he confessed.

you cried out as three more spanks were laid across your behind.

“are you gonna be a good girl for your daddies?” steve questioned angrily.

*smack

another one.

“or are you gonna be a needy slut that we only use for our pleasure.” he finished.

you cried out, completely unable to speak properly.

three more torturous smacks were laid across your ass.

“answer him!” eddie growled.

“i-i’ll-i’ll be a -a good girl for my daddies!” you whimpered out in agony.

“good.” steve and eddie both affirmed at the same time.

steve then gently scooped you into his arms and placed you back on the bed on your hands and knees.

climbing onto the bed he used his left hand to position his cock infront of your soaked enterance while his other hand gently traced over the red markings that he had made on your ass.

eddie stalked towards the bed before moving your head towards him so that it was just inches away from his restored erection.

suddenly you felt steve slam balls deep into your aching pussy and immediately wailed out in an overwhelming sensation pain and pleasure.

eddie took this as an invitation to shove his throbbing length through your lips and down your throat.

you choked around eddie’s girth and gasped desperately for air as you felt the two cocks absolutely stuff your holes.

“tsk tsk tsk” steve scolded before roughly using his leather belt to leave a harsh spank on your behind. “take it slow baby.. focus on the pleasure.”

you groaned out against eddie once more before carefully pumping your head up and down his length.

“our sweet girl..” eddie prasied causing your cheeks to blush softly.

slowly the pain that was previously overwhelming your sensitive pussy grew into pleasure and you felt yourself gasping out as you tried to reach your release point as fast as possible.

steve and eddie chuckled as you pathetically and needily swallowed their cocks.

“i-i need to - c - cum” you choked out around eddie’s erection.

“aww okay sweetheart… but only on one condition..” steve started.

“wha-“ you barely managed between breaths.

“you let me cum in you and breed this pretty pussy.” he coaxed gently.

���steve no!” you cried out. “i-i can’t get fucking pregnant!”

a sharp and painful sting formed on the left side of your ass. the fucker had bit you.

“watch your fucking mouth!” steve scolded. “now do you wanna cum or not? cause trust me when i say munson and i are more than happy to edge you all night.”

you cried out at his harsh words and felt eddie’s cock begin to twitch in your mouth.

“ah- no daddy please let me cum!” you screamed.

steve spanked your ass once again. “beg for it slut.” he spat.

“p - please please breed me daddy! i want your babies so much!! just please please let me cum daddy!! i swear i’ll be such a good girl for both of you!” you begged out pathetically.

“awww good.” steve approved. “our perfect little whore. go ahead baby you can cum.”

you immediately felt the coil that had been building up in your stomach snap as you and eddie reached your climax together and he began shooting his warm load down your throat.

your body lost itself in pleasure and you quickly felt your head become foggy and clouded.

steve’s orgasm followed soon after both yours and eddie’s. with a deep guttural groan his hot seed shot out from his cock and coated the interior of your pussy creating a warm, comforting feeling.

the room suddenly became silent. the three of you struggled to catch your breath while you begin register what had happened.

“wow.” steve broke the silence.

“wow.” eddie responded.

thats when the two boys looked down at you in concern and immediately began worriedly asking you a million questions about how you were feeling and what you needed.

“was i too mean to you baby? i’m so sorry angel..” steve coaxed while rubbing lotion on your swollen ass while eddie peppered kisses across your face.

in that moment you felt so much love and adoration from the two boys that it was perfect.

almost.

because before you knew your bedroom door swung open revealing your brother and the rest of his friends.

their eyes were wide with shock and mouths hung open in terror.

“what- the- fuck-!”

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

uh...hehe. no reason why i wrote this...no reason at all🙂in any case, writing this has also let me know i'm not that great at writing threesomes. oh well, ya live and you learn

Summary: You go to a concert of your favorite band and you manage to catch the attention of the vocalist, who invites you backstage for a more intimate meet and greet. In a not so surprising turn of events, the guitarist walks in on you two at just the right moment.

Warnings: Rockstar!Steve x Reader x Rockstar!Eddie, slight drug use, SMUT (MINORS DNI) threesome, fingering, light degradation and name calling (slut, whore), king of consent Steve, grinding, spitroast, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, and some Steddie implications and impossible situations

word count | 5.3k🤙🏻

You were finally going to a concert of one of your favorite bands ever, Corroded Coffin. Having enough money saved up to get the tickets, you almost cried tears of joy seeing the big bold letters of Ticketmaster read: You Got ‘Em. Let the Anticipation Begin.

And anticipate, you did.

The waiting was the hardest part. You had bought the ticket a few months in advance, purchasing the VIP meet and greet package as well. You did without thinking honestly, and as soon as you realized what you had done, you almost had a full blown panic attack. You knew this band were just people like everyone else, but these dudes practically saved your life and the realization that you were going to meet them? It felt like you were going to meet God, but like, ten times the nervousness of that. You had no idea how your mind and body was going to handle this. You’d never met your idols and inspirations before. 

You just hoped to every deity out there that you wouldn’t pass out. That would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassing. But the nerves only got worse the day of, the drive to the venue not helping in the slightest, but talking to other fans about each other's shared nerves made you feel a little better knowing you weren’t the only one to feel this way. And before you knew it, it was time to head inside the building to meet and take a picture with the band before the show started. Time sure flies by talking to other people while waiting in line.

You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you waited your turn, seeing the fans in front of you return with wide smiles on their faces and even some with tears. Oh god, you really hoped you didn’t cry, that would be even more embarrassing than fainting somehow. You won’t cry, you won’t cry…

You tried your best to not freak out when you walked up to the band members, but you couldn’t stop the smile that decorated your face when they seemed just as happy to meet you. Okay, you weren’t crying or freaking out, you were behaving like a normal human, so far so good. You made small talk for a few seconds, introducing yourself, telling them how much their music meant to you, etc. You felt a little guilty about it, but you were most excited about meeting Steve and Eddie. They were by far your favorite members, everyone who’s met them always talks about how sweet and down to earth they are, which made you feel much more at ease when you first bought the meet and greet pass. And those comments proved to be right, if anything it was an understatement. 

Steve was somewhat handsy, but not in a creepy way, you could tell that’s just how he interacted with people, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up. What made it worse was how Eddie was staring at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you and Steve talk excitedly. It almost distracted you from the conversation, but Steve’s hand on your shoulder quickly made your brain focus back on him.

For the picture, you were standing in between Steve and the drummer, with Eddie and the other member on the end. But that wasn’t okay with Eddie for some reason, you had to hold in a soft gasp as he pushed his way over to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with an innocent smile while Steve, after rolling his eyes, put his own arm over your shoulders. 

While you all got in your picture poses, your eyes almost widened comically as you felt a wetness gathering in your underwear…right in front of them. 

Why? Out of all the moments, your body had to pick exactly now to lube itself up. You hoped the band couldn’t tell how your face was. If your cheeks got any warmer, you would probably have steam rising from your skin. You really respected these dudes, you felt awful being so goddamn horny for them. But it seems luck was not on your side because when you lifted your arms to wrap them around Eddie and Steve at the same time, your shirt rode up just enough for Eddie’s hand to touch your skin. “Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie blurted out suddenly, making everyone stare at him in confusion, mostly embarrassment from Steve.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“No, no, no, not like that.” He winced but before you could get slightly offended, he corrected himself again. “No, fuck, I mean, you are hot but you also feel hot.” The long haired man stuttered, making you giggle.

Then Steve decided to put the back of his hand to your forehead, as if you couldn’t be anymore mortified. “Wow, you’re right, Eds. She does feel kinda hot. You okay?”

Not even having time to register how sweet Steve was for being concerned, you came up with the first excuse you could. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m always a bit warm. Plus, it’s August.” They seemed to be okay with that excuse enough for the photographer to finally take the fuckin’ picture, allowing you to escape the awkward situation without any more blows to your ego.

“Hope you enjoy the show!” Steve smiled at you before you had to leave. You knew you would.

It was by far the best night of your life so far. Meeting the people you looked up to, watching them perform your favorite songs up close. The barricade was so close to the stage you honestly thought you could probably reach out and they’d be able to reach back, but you were too busy ogling Steve and Eddie to even think about doing such a thing. They all sounded pitch perfect, just like they do on their albums. If you couldn’t hear the breaths Steve took before belting out another lyric, you’d think he was lip syncing because his vocals were perfect. And you didn’t even know Eddie could sing until you heard him doing backup vocals. You felt like you were in heaven. No matter how much your feet burned from being on your feet dancing around and how hoarse your voice was going to be in the morning from how loudly you were singing along, you felt like you could do this forever.

Watching Eddie play guitar was a privilege in its own right, seeing how fast his fingers moved across the fretboard shouldn't have made you as horny as you were. You were positive your underwear was going to be drenched by the time the night was over. Steve winking at you in the crowd didn’t make your situation any better. If you didn’t know any better, it’s like he knew. But he couldn’t, right? No way. You caught Eddie’s eye multiple times as well, you both smiling at each other before he looked back at his guitar. Yeah, this was the life.

All too soon, the show was over and people were starting to head home. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. But something happened and you had no idea how to react. About to head to the merch table, you heard your name called. Out of all the people that called out your name, you never expected it to be Steve. You saw some members of the opening bands out on the standing room floor and merch tables talking and taking pictures with fans, but you never expected to see members of the headlining band out and about. “Hey, did you enjoy the show?” He asked and you had to blink a few times before being able to reply.

“Yeah, yes, I did! It was the first time seeing you guys and you really knocked it out of the park, seriously. I doubt any concert I go to in the future will even come close to this one.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” He grinned, reaching up to gently grip onto your upper arm. “I mean, from the way a smile never left your face during the show, I figured you must’ve liked it a little.”

You felt your face heat up again, a wide eyed expression on your face. “You…you were watching me?”

He shrugged. “It was hard not to, you’re pretty adorable.” You giggled like a schoolgirl and immediately regretted it, hated being flustered so easily. But being called adorable by the vocalist of your favorite band was definitely not on your mind when you woke up this morning.

“T-Thanks.” You stuttered, unsure of what to do, but Steve already had a plan in mind.

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you and if I make you uncomfortable at all then you have my permission to kick me in the nuts, I swear.” You chuckled in confusion, but motioned for him to continue. “I think you’re gorgeous, I’m pretty sure I kept looking for you in the crowd cause I don’t remember doing anything but that, besides singing of course. So, only if you’re a hundred percent comfortable with it, I’d like to take you back to my dressing room and…show you how much I appreciate you coming to see us.”

You blanched, your body freezing in shock at the sudden proposition. You were dreaming, you must’ve been. Unable to form words, Steve took your silence as offense and quickly started to apologize, calling himself stupid among other self deprecating words. “No, no, don’t be sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all” You quickly explained.

Steve winced. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased it a bit better.”

You giggled. “Steve, stop saying sorry! It’s okay, really! I’d…I’d love to.”

Steve’s eyes lit up instantly, a shine coming to his puppy dog brown eyes. “Really?”

“I haven’t kicked you in the nuts, have I?” You joked with a light smile, eliciting a relieved chuckle from the man.

“Then please…follow me.”

You were all nerves as you followed Steve to the dressing room, wringing your hands and trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. You obviously wanted this, so badly, but you couldn’t help but to be a bit intimidated alone with one of your heroes.

“You want a drink or weed or anything?” Steve asked politely as he escorted you into his dressing room.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.” You replied, trying your best to keep the timbre in your voice from wavering.

Steve smiled, taking a few cautious steps closer to you, his eyes gazing over your form. “Okay.” You tried to even out your breathing as he gently pulled you to him by your jeans’ belt loops, his hand coming up to trail a finger along your jawline, the act making your core throb and causing goosebumps to raise along your arms.

Impatiently, you went to lean in, but Steve stopped you. “Just to make sure; you do want this, right? You don’t feel pressured? I don’t wanna force you to do anything. You can walk right outta here and I won’t judge you one bit. Hell, you can still kick me in the balls if you want.” Steve’s eyes portrayed genuine care, making your heart melt at his blatant kindness and consideration. It made you absolutely sure.

“I do, Steve. I want this. I want you…” You whispered, feeling your body already being consumed by lust. Your stomach churned at the boyish grin he gave you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and leaning you against the vanity, tugging at the hem of your shirt before kissing you.

It was soft and slow at first, more of a peck. You could feel him testing the waters, giving you an out just in case you changed your mind at the last minute, but your heated body soon grew tired of his carefulness. Steve let out a quiet noise of surprise as you deepened the kiss, hungry for more of him already.

Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Steve’s hands traveling across every inch of you he could reach, each tentative squeeze and pinch growing more confident as the rougher he got the more mewls he elicited from you. You gasped into his mouth as he started to grind against you impatiently, keeping you securely pinned to the vanity behind you, the desk digging into the small of your back.

“Can I give you a hickey?” Honestly, he asked so sweetly that you had to say yes. So polite, so soft and innocent sounding, it almost made you forget he was grinding his erection against your clothed core.

His lips on your neck raised goosebumps all over your body, you were sure he could feel it. But he continued sucking and licking the soft skin of your neck until stung, making the friction of his pelvis against yours all the more pleasurable. Fuck, you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear as the minutes passed. The more Steve pressed his obvious erection against you, the more your sticky slick spread. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, please…” You whined, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Steve whispered, his lips coming up to gently nibble at your earlobe.

“I want you to fuck me…but I need you to stretch me out with your fingers first.”

Steve smirked. “As you wish.” And before you knew it, the man had expertly tugged down your jeans along with your damp underwear, then awkwardly tried to remove them over your shoes before you just kicked them off to make it easier. Steve let out a boyish chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly before pushing your legs apart to stand in between them. You shivered as Steve ran his fingers through your slick folds, a cheeky grin decorating his face at the feeling. “So wet already?” I’ve been wet ever since the meet and greet, you wanted to say but you were cut short by two of Steve’s fingers entering you without warning. “Still tight, though.” He chuckled, pressing further into you until he was knuckle deep, curling his digits and hitting that sensitive spot at the front of your walls.

Steve looked up at you with bright, wild eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as you stared back at him in a pleasured haze. “That feel okay?” He must’ve known it did, from the way you were breathing heavily, grabbing at his shoulders like a lifeline; but he sounded so genuine that you nodded with a soft whine. “Good. Let me know if it ever stops feeling that way, deal?”

God, he was so sweet and patient, it started to make yours run thin. You wanted him so badly, and after a few more minutes of Steve finger fucking you, you were sure you were ready to take his cock. You palmed him through his jeans, feeling his thickness, making your mouth water. “I need your cock, pretty boy.” Steve’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, making you grin.

You eagerly helped him shimmy down his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, too impatient to remove the articles of clothing. You were already so sensitive, so when Steve ran the head of his dick though your slick folds, you let out a pitiful whine. Steve gave you a once over before slowly pushing himself through your entrance, the two of you letting out gasps, groaning once he was fully sheathed. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Steve. Please, move…” You whimpered, trying to restrain yourself from canting your hips to get some more friction. You wanted it hard and fast, but Steve decided to take it slow…way too slow.

Steve thrusted in and out languidly, the feeling heavenly but not enough. You could feel how much he stretched you out, could feel every pulse in his veins, could hear how much your cunt was sucking him in deeper and deeper; all the while Steve never broke eye contact with you, he was every expression on your face, how your eyes subtly rolled to the back of your skull every time he brushed against your cervix, ate up every cute noise you made. You knew he was trying to draw this out for as long as possible, smiling every time you whined impatiently. He knew what you wanted, he was just being a fuckin’ tease. “Steve, please…I need it faster. Harder.”

He playfully raised a brow. “What? Trying to get it over with, huh?” He asked, pinching your side through your shirt.

“No-ah!” You yelped as he suddenly rammed into you, the force making you bounce, his grip on your waist the only reason you didn’t fall off the vanity. “Fuck.” You moaned loudly as Steve thrusted into you at a much faster rate, any objects on the vanity’s desk toppling over and falling to the dressing room floor. “Yes, yes, yes…” You cried, feeling his cock beat against your pleasure spot at the front of your walls, trying to keep in your embarrassing wails as he finally was giving you what you wanted.

“Goddamn, you feel so good, pretty girl. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to feel this gorgeous pussy for hours. I loved watching you in the crowd tonight, a smile never leaving your face, looking up at me like I was a god. You sure know how to make a man feel special, huh?” He rambled.

“You-fuck, you are special, Steve.” You tried to reply back, stuttering with every syllable.

“Yeah? Tell me again.”

“Y-You’re s-special, Steve…”

“Fuck, yes…” Steve’s lips attached to your neck once more, his teeth grazing against your sweet spot immediately, your walls pulsing around him as you were already so close to that peak.

You and Steve were so eager to take pleasure from one another, you both didn’t even hear the door to the dressing room open. “Well, well, well, now what do we have here?” You both gasped and turned to the intrusion, a sweltering heat coming to your cheeks as you saw the guitarist staring you both down with a small smirk playing at his lips.

Steve looked at you first, gauging your reaction before he replied to his bandmate, finding no shame or nervousness in your expression. “Caught myself a little groupie, Eds.” Steve chuckled, his thrusts halting to a stop, almost eliciting a whine of protest from you. Fuck, you were almost there. You could feel your almost orgasm dull and fade away. “Ain’t she a beaut’?”

You probably should’ve been mortified, but the way Eddie was staring down at you from his place at the door, you couldn’t help but want him as well. Both him and Steve seemed to pick up on your desires. But from the way you were looking at both of them, it didn’t take a genius to put it together.

Steve leaned down to peck the underside of your jaw, slightly jerking his head in the direction of his bandmate. “Want him to join? Though, I gotta warn ya, he’s a kinky little shit.” He teased.

You giggled, the idea already making your stomach churn with overwhelming excitement. “What, you like being called daddy or something?”

Eddie scoffs, his already dark eyes darkening further. “Anything that’s not missionary is kinky to Steve. What about you, hmm? Why don’t you tell me what kinks you enjoy and I’ll decide if you can handle me or not.”

His words went straight to your core, your walls pulsing around Steve’s dick, making the man grunt. “Big on impact play. Spanking, slapping. Choking is fun. Scratched, bit, hair pulled; love all that.”

Eddie smirked widely, allowing himself to step closer to the two of you. “Right up my alley. I think we’ll get along just fine, sweetheart.” Then he gave a look to Steve, he had stopped thrusting into you as soon as Eddie started to chat you up. “Take her to the couch and keep fucking her, Stevie.” He didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, the man above you switched you both over to the little loveseat in the green room, continuing the pistoning movements of his hips, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure. “And you don’t have to call me daddy, sweetheart. Just Eddie. What about you? What titles are you okay with?”

Steve’s cockhead rocking into that sweet spot inside you made your mind go blank once more. You knew what you loved, but nothing came to mind. “Any. All. Whatever you want to call me, Eddie. I’m fine with anything.” You whined, reaching out to palm the growing bulge in his ripped jeans.

“Whatever I want, huh? What if I called you my little whore, hm?”

You blushed. “Or slut…”

“My pretty little slut…” Eddie tested, interrupted by Steve’s groan.

“Fuck, she squeezed down so hard on me when you called her that.” He mumbled out shakily.

Eddie’s eyes lightened up at the conformation. “You liked being degraded, huh?” You squeaked when he wrapped one of his large hands around your throat, squeezing roughly and cutting off your oxygen supply. “You like being called a dumb little slut, don’t ya? Such a greedy little fucktoy.”

“Woah…” Steve laughed in shock. “I was gonna say that’s a little far, but she pulsed around me again. Felt so good…I think you can make her come with those words alone, dude.”

“I could see it on her, man.” He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from your neck, allowing you to take a gasping breath. “Flip her over, Steve.” Taking instruction obediently, Steve flipped you over onto your front, forcing you to slightly lean over the pleated arm of the sofa, making your face level with Eddie’s crotch. “I could just tell she’d love being degraded like the whore she is. Now, go on and take out my cock for me, pretty slut.” You cried out as Steve reentered you from behind, the new angle making stars obscure your vision. A harsh slap to your cheek forced you to come back to reality, Eddie’s expression morphing into impatience “Already too cock drunk to listen to simple commands?” He cooed condescendingly.

Trying to ignore the immense pleasure your body was feeling, you reached up with shaky hands to undo the fly on Eddie’s jeans, feverishly shimmying them down along with his boxer briefs. You gasped as his hard cock sprung from its confines, gently smacking you in the face before you got a hold on it. The tip angry and red, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins on his shaft from underneath your fingertips, your mouth watered in anticipation. You looked up at Eddie with a grin before wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, a relieved sigh escaping his mouth. “That’s a good girl…” Eddie moaned as you tried taking him deeper, your own moans adding a vibration around his cock.

“She caught your eye too, didn’t she?” Steve’s voice echoed from behind you, not stopping his thrusts into you, inadvertently forcing you to take Eddie deeper.

“How could I not? That cute little nervous expression when she met all of us. Plus, she was at the barricade, practically drooling.” The admission made your face flush with heat, but you were too preoccupied to care.

“I could see her eyeing your fingers during all your solos.”

You took a big gasping breath as Eddie pulled out of your mouth, getting on his knees to be level with you, a smirk playing at his lips. “That true, gorgeous? You liked watching my fingers play along my fretboard?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Pretty girl’s so cock hungry, hm?”

“Fuck…” You whined as you felt your orgasm build and build, faster than before, feeling edged way too long.

“Oh.” Eddie hummed in amusement. “Steve, I think she’s gonna come. Can you feel it?”

“Yeah, she’s squeezing around me so fuckin’ hard.” He groaned loudly.

You moaned as Eddie’s hand returned to your throat, gripping tightly enough that you felt lightheaded. Sharp pricks of pain shot through your entire body as you felt the pressure on your trachea, but it only careened you forward to your release, eliciting a loud strained moan from your lips. “Fuck, are you gonna come for Stevie, hm?” You nodded, babbling nonsense you were sure Eddie couldn’t understand. “Good slut, go on, come on his dick.” You heard Steve moan beautifully as you pulsed around him, your velvety walls holding him in a vice grip as you shook and jolted from the intensity of your climax. You barely registered the dark chuckle that escaped Eddie as he watched you writhe and sob, almost hyperventilating as you came down.

“Oh, fuck…” Steve whispered, leaning down to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. “So good, so good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well for us.” You purred at the praise, the hodgepodge of both Steve’s praise and Eddie’s degradation throwing you for a loop. You barely had time to recover before the two men started to thrust into you at both ends, moaning in overstimulation and gagging on Eddie’s dick as Steve’s continued its relentless pace, desperate to get to his end too.

“Look up at me, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke and your eyes widened when you noticed his phone’s camera pointed down at you. “Such a pretty thing, sucking my cock so good.” He growled, keeping a tight hold on your hair. The fact that he was filming you sucking his dick probably should’ve concerned you, but honestly, it was kind of hot and you were too fucked out to care.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Steve announced, his dick pistoning into you like his life depended on it.

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, putting his phone away. “You gonna come in her tight little pussy, pretty boy?”

Steve grunted as his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic, using you for his pleasure wildly. “Shit, I’m coming…” He moaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as ropes of his warm cum filled you to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chuckled in exhaustion, pulling out and watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, how it slowly pushed his release out and dripped into a little puddle on the loveseat beneath you.

You took deep breaths as Eddie finally pulled out of your mouth, gently wiping drool off your chin before pushing a fucked out Steve out of the way so he could position himself behind you. “My turn, Stevie. Her mouth is fuckin’ phenomenal, but I wanna feel her tight little pussy myself.”

You gasped as Eddie flipped you over, making you face him. He looked fuckin’ angelic with him above you, much like how he looked performing on stage earlier. “Let’s take this shit off.” He growled, all but ripping your shirt and bra off your body, rendering you completely naked while he and Steve were practically still fully clothed. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits, baby.” He groped them roughly, pinching your nipples until they stung. Eddie was much more comfortable being rough with you than Steve was. You were a hundred percent sure you’d have a multitude of bruises just from Eddie alone.

Again, unlike Steve, Eddie started with a much more rough pace. He wasted no time fully sheathing himself inside you with a hard cant of his hips, your slick and Steve’s leftover cum making his cock slid right in, the force making you cry out. “So tight still, baby girl. I wanna feel you come on my cock too. Think you can do that for me?”

“Maybe. Can try…” You stuttered, your brain practically melting from oversensitivity.

“Aw, she’s so eager.” Steve cooed, running his thumb along the sweat that was formed on the crease of your brow. “A people pleaser, this one, huh?”

Eddie smiled down at you. “That true, sweetheart? You wanna come on my cock just to please me?”

“Y-Yes…want you to feel it too.”

“Then let’s see if we can get you there one more time, okay?” Eddie’s cock was thicker and longer than Steve’s, the stretch a bit more painful but no less delicious. You couldn’t keep in your moans even if you tried. “Yeah, babygirl, let it out for me. Get fuckin’ loud. Let this whole building know how good my cock is making you feel.” You glanced over to see Steve lighting up a joint, his hair tousled and jeans pulled back up to his hips but left them unbuttoned. He looked properly beautiful. “Hey, eyes on me, slut.” Eddie growled, lightly slapping your face to get you focused. “Give me a hit of that, Stevie.”

Steve grinned as he placed the joint at Eddie’s lips, holding it for him as he took a deep inhale and blew the smoke out onto your face. The smell of the drug mixing with sex made for a delightful combo you wouldn’t have expected, the secondhand making into your lungs and making you dazed. With Eddie’s ruthless thrusts and the contact high, you felt yourself building and building up to your second orgasm, wailing and holding onto Eddie’s wrists where his hands were holding onto your love handles with a bruising grip. Your stomach ached with how rough and deep Eddie was inside you, but you never wanted him to stop, not when you were so close to another climax.

“Oh my god…” You sobbed, unable to hold back your loud moans even if you tried, the pleasure all too consuming and intense, you feared you’d black out.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” Eddie mocked as he saw your body start to shake, chuckling darkly when you nodded hastily. “Steve, play with her clit for me, would ya?” You almost sobbed as Steve’s deft fingers came back for round two, finding your throbbing nub immediately and rubbing in a swift circular motion, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Paired with Eddie’s long, thick cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, you were barrelling towards your orgasm at speeds that made you lightheaded. The room almost spinning and you couldn’t focus on anything besides the intense, blinding pleasure that was surging through you. “Yeah, good fuckin’ girl, come on this dick.” Eddie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm until your were crying in overstimulation once again.

“S’okay, pretty girl, you can take it.” Steve encouraged, coming to sit next to you to slot his lips against his and wipe away your tears. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth as Eddie sped up even more, chasing his release.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie moaned. “You want my cum, slut?”

Steve grabbed your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Eddie. You only nodded, all words escaping you for how fucked out you were, but Steve gripped tightly and making you wince. “Use your words, gorgeous.”

“Yes, E-Eddie, I want your c-cum.” You squeaked. “Come in me, please, Eds.” Eddie grinned at the whiny cadence of your voice, barely able to form the words. Steve started to suck and lick at your nipples as Eddie’s cum painted your inner walls, the man letting out downright beautiful whimpery moans as he finally finished, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.

Finally able to fill your lungs properly, Steve and Eddie both peppered your face with gentle kisses before they helped clean you up, though not before admiring their handiwork. Hickeys and bruises galore, it looked like you were hit by a truck, you definitely felt like you had been due to the endurance of these two boys. You started to wonder how you were going to be able to walk to your car, let alone drive home with how wobbly your legs were.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly as he and his bandmate helped you dress.

You beamed giddily. “More than okay. That was…amazing.” You giggled, causing both men to grin proudly. It was like a dream come true…

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, we sure did.” Eddie teased.

“And be sure to let us know whenever you’re coming to another show. We’ll let you have a backstage pass so we can do this all over again, pretty girl.” Steve winked.

“Oh, don’t worry. I definitely will.”

lalalalalalalala brain rot brain rot, i'll be in horny jail bye-bye!

[tastefulstars]

Love Me Deep

literally a self indulgent ficlet that is very porny and very soft???? this is who i am now and i wish that were me

steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson

word count: 1,975

warnings: 18+ only, mdni, oral (f receiving), fingering, too many fingers in v, lots of lube, dp, fingers and p in v, not proof read bc i have been awake too long pls lmk if there's any mistakes or anything needs fixing masterlist

Eddie is propped up on the headboard, holding you close against his chest. His arms are wrapped around you. He’s draped his legs over yours, trapping your thighs beneath his and he uses the leverage to hold your legs spread open for Steve.

You shudder as you look down at Steve, resting on his stomach between your legs, face buried in your cunt. Eddie drops a hand down to rest on your lower stomach, fingers gently teasing your clit as Steve presses his tongue into your drenched hole.

You throw your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder and keen, panting as they work in tandem to heighten your pleasure. Usually they would be eager and greedy in taking you, but tonight, tonight was different. They were taking their time, making sure to prep you - maybe taking it a bit too far, dragging it out and stoking the flame of your desire - but you couldn’t blame them.

You’d all talked about it, in the heat of the moment the words would slip past someone’s lips but there’s never really been an effort to actually do it, until tonight that is.

Steve uses his tongue and spit and lube and fingers to work open your cunt, relaxing and stretching your walls gently and thoroughly. He’s slowly, so so slowly, worked three fingers into you. Eddie presses his lips against your neck, watching as Steve’s fingers rock and disappear into you.

“You’re doing so well, angel” He whispers, Steve moans softly against you in agreement, “Not too much longer, okay”

Your chest is heaving and you feel a thin sheen of sweat coating your body, your face is too hot and you know this is only the start of it. Eddie pulls his fingers off your clit, slipping them down further and he’s pushing a single finger into your heat right alongside Steve’s.

They murmur praises and sweet nothings as you moan, gasping for air. It feels like years, years and years, of them rocking their entwined fingers inside of you before Eddie slips a second in. You whine softly, feeling the stretch and slight burn. Steve presses a wet kiss onto your thigh then presses one onto Eddie’s.

“Color, baby girl?” He asks, glancing up at you, pausing for a moment to watch Eddie kiss and nip and lick at the skin of your neck. You sigh softly and try to rock your hips but Eddie’s hold of you keeps you locked in place.

“ ’M green Stevie” You moan, “So, so green”

“Tell us if you need to stop” Steve reminds you and you nod lazily.

“I will, promise”

“Good girl” Eddie praises, biting softly at your shoulder and sucking marks along your skin. It’s not the first time they’ve told you, having spent numerous hours discussing your boundaries and ways that you’d all keep each other safe, the agreed upon safe-word flutters across your mind but you don’t need it, you want more.

“Ready for more?” Eddie asks, and chuckles softly as you nod your head rapidly. Your boys shift, they’re wrapping their fingers together and between them, you’ve got six digits inside of you. The burn and twinge of the stretch is more pronounced now and you grab hold of their wrists, one in each hand, stilling them as you breathe and let yourself relax. They hold their hands still, waiting for you to give them the go-ahead, kissing and licking at whatever skin they can reach.

“Green” You whisper, letting their wrists go and bringing a hand up behind you to hold onto the back of Eddie’s neck - the other cupping Steve’s cheek. They move softly, rocking their fingers and thrusting them in and out, in and out, occasionally letting their fingers spread slightly, stretching you further. Eddie reaches with his free hand, the one not currently buried inside you, to rest over your hand that’s cupping Steve’s cheek, holding both you and him.

“Think she might be ready, Stevie” He says, rubbing his cheek against your face and gazing warmly at Steve, “Our girl is doing so well, she’s gonna take us beautifully”

Steve’s answering smile is enough to make your breath catch and heart flutter. He’s sitting up, slowly and gently pulling their fingers out of you, gently shushing you as you whine at the loss, already missing the fullness.

They must have talked about this between themselves because they’re moving as one, shifting and lifting you, moving you into position. Eddie’s kneeling, sitting on his heels and they place you on his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, securing you to his chest and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You crane your neck and watch as Steve slides up behind you, bottle of lube in hand.

“Got her, darlin’?” Steve asks. Eddie reaches for him, shifting your weight to one arm and pulls him in.

“Got you both” He responds.

Steve’s kneeling, thighs bracketing Eddie’s and you're pressed in between them, flush against Eddie at your front and Steve at your back. Steve presses a kiss on your cheek and you hear the flick of the bottle opening. Eddie gasps and rocks softly as Steve wraps his lubed hand around his cock, gently stroking and coating him. His hand is gone all too soon, and he’s fisting his own cock, spreading lube.

“Color?” Eddie asks, shifting your weight and raising you slightly. Steve’s hands are rubbing your sides and you think your chest might burst, so full of love.

“Green” Your voice is firm and clear, your eyes locked with Eddies as he nods slightly and lowers you onto his cock. Your eyes slip closed at the feeling of him inside you, finally, and your mouth drops into a blissed out ‘O’. Eddie leans back slightly, the angle has changed and ohh, that’s so good.

Steve holds your hips, fingers spread wide and aids in gently rocking you onto Eddie’s cock. Only a few moments pass and your moaning, clutching at Eddie’s shoulders tightly.

“Col-”

“Green, fucking hell Steve” You cut him off, groaning, “hurry up, please, I need you”

He laughs softly into your shoulder and reach down, twisting around your limbs until his fingers are brushing against Eddie’s cock. Eddie’s grunting softly and his hips loose their rhythm as Steve coaxes a finger into you on an upward thrust and you moan. The stretch not quiet enough to make you hurt but enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

They aid you through it, and soon you’re panting, nodding your head and rocking your hips down to meet them.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m good” You let out on a breathy moan, “need you, need more”

“We’ve got you” Eddie sighs into your skin, “Got you both”

Steve presses a second finger and they still when they feel you tense underneath them, Eddie’s pressing soft quick kisses onto your forehead and Steve’s stroking your back and side. You’re starting to feel overwhelmed, but in an entirely good way. You murmur green and there’s a third finger pushing it’s way into you and joining Eddie’s cock.

Your whole body is shaking, you can’t stop the little trembles that wrack you and you feel so full. It’s not enough though, because you need Steve too, you need to feel him inside you as well as Eddie.

“Please, please” Your voice is breaking and hitching as you beg, “Please, Stevie, please, need more, need you”

Eddie rubs his nose on your cheek and gently asks for a color and you gasp it out, he kisses you softly and squeezes you.

“We’ve got you baby,” He nods to Steve, “no matter what”

Steve hums and strokes your sides and lines himself up, cock flush against Eddies and presses in. Tears spring to your eyes and you cry out, simultaneously wanting to raise yourself off them and move away and wanting to sink further down. You’re gasping for air and choking on little sobs, and you’re so overwhelmed at the sensation of it all.

Steve and Eddie hold you as you cry, cooing at you and whispering words of praise and love and adoration. You’re so full of them, they surround you and fill you, everything is Steve and Eddie and Eddie and Steve, and you can’t begin to express how much this means to you. That they care enough and love you enough and love each other enough.

You hiccup a sob and whimper, dropping your head to Eddie’s shoulder. There’s a hand gently stroking your hair and one rubbing your thigh and you don’t know where Steve ends and you start and Eddie begins.

“Breathe, baby” They’re murmuring into you, “You’re doing so well, such a good girl. Our good girl.”

You’re still burning and stretched to your limit but you can see through the pain and intrusiveness of it, and you can feel them. The feel of both of them, resting inside you, pressed against one another in your tight channel has you keening with want, it’s so filthy and the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done and it feels so good, so right, to be there with them.

“Green” You slur, digging your nails into Eddie’s skin and breathing roughly. They murmur something to each other, you can’t make it out and you’re too drunk on them to care.

Then, bliss.

Eddie’s shifting, pulling softly out and Steve’s pressing in and they’re rocking. Moving in tandem, one pushing and the other pulling. Eddie is moaning loudly in your ear and Steve’s pressing filthy words into your back.

“Fuck, Eds. Feels so fucking good. Can feel you fuckin’ our girl, it’s so fucking hot. God, she’s so wet for us isn’t she, Eds? Wet and tight and ours”

You’re all a mess within a few moments. Eddie shakes and spills into you, shouting and gripping tightly onto both you and Steve. Steve’s reaching around, pressing against your clit and rocking Eddie through his climax.

“Come on, baby. Give us all you’ve got, it’s your turn, come on”

Steve’s gasping, working you higher and the band inside your lower stomach breaks. You scream, loudly, and clench down on them. The feeling of you clenching and fluttering around both their cocks forces Steve’s orgasm, it slams into him and he almost howls. Eddie is shaking and moaning and you can’t think, can’t move and you’re pretty sure you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Your body is shaking and you must have lost time because you’re on your back, a soft cloth dragging along your thighs and cunt, and someone is stroking your face. Soft words are being spoken but you can’t understand and you let your eyes fall shut.

There’s a soft pressure on your cheek and you pry open your eyes. Eddie and Steve are hovering over you, staring worriedly. You force yourself out of your head long enough to make out what they’re saying.

“Honey, come on - you gotta give us somethin’“ Steve’s saying.

“Baby, say something please” Eddie’s pleading, “Let us know you’re okay, angel”

You blink slowly and grunt.

You want to give them more, assure them you’re okay, more than okay, but it’s all you can manage. You take a deep, shuddering breath in and whine. The pressure is back, a little sharper and more insistent. Okay, okay, you can do this.

“ ‘m so goo’“ You’re slurring your words together and you’re not sure if you’re making sense but you see the relief on their faces as you speak, “y’two ruin me”

“You’re okay?” Your eyes are slipping closed and you nod.

“Not hurt?” You shake your head, no, not hurt.

You loose more time as you float in quiet bliss and you feel them pressed against you, front and back and the soft touches of their hands and lips ground you.

“Sleep, beautiful girl. We’ve got you”

[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

I feel like Steve is not the greatest at encouraging you to do your school work but Eddie, he's determined to help you excel.

"Let's go over these flash cards together."

"Wanna sit in my lap while you work?"

"Of course I'll read through your paper, baby."

He even manages to get Steve involved, who sees how much fun you two are having and feels left out.

[therosebunpost]

Dynamic that I’d love to explore:

Steddie, but you’re dating Eddie first. You two are a Unit. You’re so deep in love with each other that literally EVERYONE can tell. It’s like you walk around with this invisible string wrapped around you two, binding you together. You love Eddie, he is your person. Your perceived one and only.

Eddie feels the same, he tells you every day. Shows it even more. But Eddie, is not a subtle man. Especially not to you. So, you clock his crush on Steve the second they hang out together. You knew he’s liked the man before you started dating, so it wasn’t surprising.

What is surprising, is just how okay you are with it. This was prime jealousy territory, but as you watch the two flirt with each other, you just feel..okay. Amused even. You tease Eddie subtly at first, just an acknowledgment whenever he gets all moon eyed over the former jock.

Eddie feels terrible about it, initially. He loves you, there’s no doubt about that. You’re the person he wants to marry one day. The person he wants to spend his life with. But Steve, Steve with his stupid pretty hair, and kind eyes, and deep understanding of what happened in the Upside Down…He just can’t shake the crush. The urge to have him closer.

You finally breach the topic with him one night, emboldened with weed and being curled up in his arms. “Y’ know, if you ever wanted to…go after Steve, I won’t mind.” It’s silent for a full moment before Eddie responds. “What?”

“Steve. If you wanted to date the both of us, I won’t have a problem with it. Trust me, he likes you a lot. I can tell.” You’d laugh at the look on Eddie’s face if you weren’t trying to convince him you were serious. “And..I want you to be happy, you know? So..you should go for it.” It prompts a deep conversation between the two of you, where Eddie’s not quite sure about it, but decides to try.

As a surprise to no one, Steve is more then happy to date Eddie. After being assured that you were perfectly fine with it, the two start dating. You spend time with Eddie the first half of the week, Steve gets the second. You switch every other week, or for special occasions. It’s nice, and you can’t help but feel pleased with the happy look on Eddie’s face.

There’s just one thing though, a problem you weren’t expecting. Steve’s interest in you. About a month into your new arrangement, Steve takes steps to hang out with you more. He asks about you, and even flirts occasionally. Usually with Eddie present, which you chalk up to him just being in the moment. It starts changing though, when Eddie has to bail on a date with Steve. You’re both used to his scattered mind, so it’s not a big deal. Still, Steve has tickets to the local fair and he doesn’t even hesitate to extend one to you.

Before all of this, you liked Steve well enough, but it didn’t go beyond friendly. You had always planned on dating Eddie without dating Steve, Simply wanting your other half to be happy. All this…budding up with Steve wasn’t in the plan, but you couldn’t say you hated it. Steve was nice, funny, and admittedly very handsome. (You couldn’t blame Eddie in the slightest for his crush.) He was a natural flirt, often getting you and Eddie flustered whenever you three hung out. Every kind thing he does for Eddie makes your heart swell. Every kind thing he does for you makes your heart skip a beat. Your conversations start out kinda stilted at first, but with time they flow with ease. First strictly being about Eddie until you find yourself telling him about you. Your life, your dreams. Steve does the same, and it’s not long before you really understand Eddie’s crush on the man.

The Fair is fun. You go in rides, Steve wins you one massive plushie, and another massive plushie for Eddie to surprise him with later. You end up winning Steve a plush as well, insisting that he deserved something too. The soft look he gives you is stunning, and you have to smother his face in the plush before the butterflies threaten to eat you alive. “I’m glad you said yes to coming with me.” He admits over some pizza, the fair lights dancing in his eyes and hair. “I’ve been wanting to hang out one on one for a while. Trust me, I wanted Eddie here with us too, but..yeah.”

Three seconds, it takes three seconds before it dawns on you. Steve wasn’t just wooing Eddie, but you too, and it’s working.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Just the Three of Us

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Fandom: Stranger Things

AU: Soulmate

Summary: After crashlanding in the mystical magical world of the 1980s, you discover that you have not one, but two soulmates and they are determined to take the best care of you they possibly can.

Note: Takes place sometime after Season 4 I guess?? Everyone lives and is happy (even though we don’t have those answers yet lmao). Also, yes another Soulmate AU. So sorry, but I am trash. Consider this my apology for discontinuing Stranded lol.

Warnings: poly fluff, swearing

Word Count: 3.2k

Reader Is: Female

Holy fuck, did your head hurt. Your ears were ringing really loudly and everything was black. Add to the list your limbs felt like they were full of sand and you were not having a good time. After a long moment, the ringing began to subside enough to make out some (unfamiliar) voices, who seemed to be bickering above you somewhere.

“She needs to go to a hospital. Like, now.” One of the voices argued. “Look at her.”

“And tell them what, Steve, that she fell from the sky?” Another voice, this one younger, replied.

“I don’t know, man, I think Harrington’s right. She doesn’t look so good.” A third voice, this one a bit deeper than either of the others, said. “Add to that the fact that she fell from the fucking sky.”

You tried your best to lift your eyelids, but everything was so heavy. Too heavy to move.

“Well we have to do something! We can’t just stand there and let her—” This voice sounded like a girl. A paranoid one at that.

“Wait, look.” The deep voice said, causing all of the others to stop talking for a moment. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel all of their gazes on you.

You attempted to speak, to say something, but the best you could manage was a low whine. You wiggled your fingers the slightest bit, pushing, pushing, pushing to the surface.

“I think she can hear us.” The first voice, Steve, deduced.

You felt a hand against yours. Large, warm fingers, and something cold, like metal.

“Hey, it’s okay. Take your time.” The deeper voice encouraged.

You took a long, deep breath, and then, after an impossibly long moment, you managed to open your eyes, all of your limbs tingling as you did so. “Fuck.” You groaned, struggling to move, but realizing very quickly that that wouldn’t be happening just yet.

“Oh my God,” The girl said, a hand covering her mouth. Her hair was cut short and there was this quirky, unexplainable energy about her. “Hi. Um. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” You replied, exhaling a sigh as you looked to the others in the room. And as soon as you did, something was…wrong. For starters, one of them looked like he’d stepped out of an 80’s hair band, and the other older boy looked like he had about half a tub of hair gel holding up his shiny brown hair. “Oh God…” You muttered.

Slowly, you began to sit up. There was a fourth person in the room, this one obviously younger than the other three. He was wearing a baseball cap with vibrant neon letters on it, and he had a walkie-talkie in his hand. They all stared at you, waiting for you to speak, or say something further.

“I…where am I?”

“Hawkins, Indiana.” The youngest said, his eyes expectant.

You pressed your lips together, skeptical to say the least. “No, that can’t…” You looked at the décor around the room, old posters for movies and musicians and they were all a little…too vintage to be anything anyone your age would have. Well…unless… “Is this…What…year is it?”

You asked the question slowly and they were all quiet for a really long time, staring at you like you’d sprouted antennae all of a sudden.

“You’re not saying what I think you’re saying, right?” The youngest asked, visibly getting a bit excited at the prospect. “Because if you’re saying what I think you’re saying…”

“Let her speak, Dustin, Jesus.” The guy with the gel in his hair, Steve, you connected, based on his voice.

“Because, I mean, you all look like you’re…from like the ‘80s.” You shook your head. You sounded crazy even saying it out loud. “But that would be—”

“It’s not crazy.” The girl reassured you. “Because, uh, it is the ‘80s. 1986.”

“Fuck.” You repeated, this time more in awe and shock than when you had groaned it before in nothing but pain. Though, you would admit, you were a little nauseous, thinking about it. “I…wow.”

“You okay?” The guy with the deeper voice and the hair band hair asked, noticing your discomfort.

“I don’t know.” You repeated, shaking your head and letting out a breathy laugh. “Holy fuck this is not happening…” To say you were having a bit of a breakdown was putting it lightly.

“Do you remember what happened before you came here?” Dustin asked.

“Yeah, I blew out my birthday candles.”

“Happy birthday!” The girl said sincerely.

You smiled. “Thank you.” You paused, thinking back. “Yeah, no, that’s it. Twenty-first birthday party one minute and this couch the next.”

Putting the pieces together, you rolled up the sleeve of your shirt. Sure enough, there it was, silver and gleaming and glittering and fresh. Your soulmark.

“You…you don’t happen to know a Steve Harrington or an Eddie Munson, do you?” You looked up at them, watching their faces as they looked at you and then each other, and then raced to lift their sleeves to look for themselves.

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N)?” Steve asked tentatively, reading from his arm and looking up at you.

“Yeah, I am.”

“Holy fuck! I knew it!” Eddie jumped, pumping his fist while Steve’s handsome features broke into a giant smile, looking at you with soft eyes. Eddie knelt down in front of you and took your hand in his, looking into your eyes. “I knew there was something about you.” He paused for a moment. “But seriously, do you need to go to the hospital?”

***

It had been approximately an hour. Steve got you some Tylenol and a Cherry Coke and made sure you were comfortable on the couch. Dustin looked like it was taking every ounce of self-control he had to not ask you a billion questions, and Eddie hadn’t left your side for a single second. Robin, meanwhile, was informing the rest of their friend group as to what had happened, and developing a more permanent plan for you.

“When are you from?” Dustin finally cracked, curiosity glinting in his eyes. He had a notebook on hand.

“Dustin, please.” Steve said, exasperated.

“It’s okay.” You told him, chuckling softly. Steve and Eddie both waited for your answer as well, more than curious, due to your connection to them. “I’m from 2022.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped and Steve’s eyes widened. “That’s uh…” Eddie started to do the math in his head, but stopped when he realized what a large number it was. He whistled. “That’s a while from now.”

Steve made an awkward face. “Yeah, you could say that again.”

“How long have you two had your marks?” You asked both of them, looking from one to the other.

Steve chuckled to himself. “It’s only been a few months since we figured out we were each other’s soulmates. But we’d never even heard your name before, (Y/N).”

“Been looking for you ever since, though.” Eddie amended quickly. “To no avail, for obvious reasons.”

You looked down at his shirt. “Is that an X-Men reference?”

“Is what—” He looked down and then smiled. “Yeah, it is. I, uh, named my DnD club after the Hellfire Club.”

“Oh my god, you’re a vintage DnD nerd.” You said excitedly. “What class are you?”

He smirked confidently. “I’m the DM.”

“Holy shit.” You smiled. “That’s hot.”

Eddie was absolutely glowing at this compliment. “Glad you think so, sweetheart.”

“It’s like they’re speaking another language.” Steve chuckled to himself.

“See, Harrington, I told you, you need to start coming to Hellfire.” Dustin said, grinning.

“Should have known my other soulmate would be a nerd, too.”

Eddie smirked and gave Steve a little nudge. “You love it.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

“Harrington here was cool in high school.” Eddie informed you. “King Steve. Got invited to parties and shit.”

You smiled and looked at him, taking in this new information. “That checks out.”

“He’s also a badass. He fights monsters on occasion. Saved my life a bunch.”

“Well damn.” You tilted your head, looking at him. “I can see it.”

“Eddie, babe, you’re gonna blow up my ego.” Steve laughed. He chuckled to himself about the whole thing. “How are you doing, by the way? You know, with all of this.” Steve motioned to the room around you.

You smiled softly. “I’m okay. You guys are making it a lot easier, that’s for sure.”

“Good. Good. I’m glad.” He nodded, a bit relieved.

Robin came down the stairs a few minutes later with a basket of clothes. “Mrs. Byers gave us some of her clothes, too. She said (Y/N) can stay with her if she wants to.”

“Aww, that’s nice of her.” Dustin said, smiling.

“We can take her back to our place, too.” Steve offered, looking at Eddie, who nodded. And then he looked to you. “You know, if you want to of course. We don’t want to rush you or anything.”

“It’s totally up to you.” Eddie tacked on. “No pressure.”

Their chemistry was adorable, you decided. You wondered how long they’d known each other before the universe decided to tell them they were actually meant to spend the rest of their lives together. Maybe you’d get to ask them soon.

“I’d love to stay with you two.” You told them.

“Cool. Awesome. Um, do you think you can walk?” Steve asked, looking you over. You seemed to be doing a lot better than when they first saw you, but given the circumstances, he couldn’t be sure.

“I might need a little help,” you admitted. Despite your best efforts, you were still trembling and your legs felt like Jell-O. Luckily, you had not one, but two soulmates more than ready to assist you.

“No worries.” Steve said, kneeling in front of you. He waited for your approval, and when you nodded, he slipped an arm under your knees, the other wrapping around your back for support. “I’ve got you.”

He lifted you with ease, carrying you up the stairs with Eddie following the two of you closely, your can of Cherry Coke in his hand and his car keys in the other.

“You’re strong.” You said, your arm loosely hanging around Steve’s shoulders for more support.

He blushed. “Well who do you think carried you in here, princess?”

“I think I now have the answer to that question.” You chuckled, very aware of just how close his face was to yours. God, it was true what they said about soulmates. The attraction was…immediate.

Eddie unlocked the car, opened your door, and climbed into the driver’s seat while Steve gently set you in the passenger seat, buckling you in. Steve then climbed into the back seat.

Unlike usual, Eddie didn’t peel out of the driveway at a neck-breaking speed. Instead, he backed out slowly and drove like you were made of glass and he was afraid at every turn that you would shatter. Or puke in his van, one of the two.

“Uh, what kind of music do you like?” Eddie asked, changing the radio to something a little more mainstream than his usual tastes.

“All sorts of stuff. In terms of stuff you would know, um…ABBA and Elton John and Queen…”

“Solid choices.” Steve said. “Is their music still popular then?”

“Elton John just had a musical made about his life, Queen got a Biopic called Bohemian Rhapsody, and ABBA’s music spurned not one, but two jukebox musical movies. So yeah, still pretty popular.”

“And the rock and metal and stuff?” Eddie asked.

“It still has a cult following. Tons of super dedicated fans, but it’s not super mainstream.”

Eddie grinned. “Okay, cool.”

The ride to Eddie and Steve’s new townhouse wasn’t super long. It wasn’t a huge place, but it was the perfect size for two—now three—people. Once Eddie parked, you opened the passenger door and swiveled so your legs were facing the opening. Steve got out quickly and stood right there, ready to catch you.

“I want to try to walk.” You said, sliding out of the seat and letting your feet touch the pavement. Steve’s arm hovered loosely around your waist, ready to catch you if this wasn’t such a good idea yet.

Somehow, though, you got up the steps and through the front door without too much trouble. Eddie went ahead and turned all the lights on, as the sun was nearing setting. You took in the surroundings. There wasn’t a ton of furniture, but that was the norm for college-age guys anyway. There were a couple posters on the walls, and you noticed a picture of Steve and Eddie together, Eddie wearing a graduation gown and grinning like he’d just won the lottery. Cute.

“Make yourself at home, sweetheart.” Eddie told you, his gaze soft and comforting.

And even though you hadn’t been there long at all, it was already beginning to feel like that word was accurate. Home.

“We, uh, have a VCR if you want to watch any movies.” Steve told you, motioning to the machine under the TV.

“You guys have Back to the Future?” You chuckled. “I feel like that one would be fitting, all things considered. Plus, it’s one of my favorite movies.”

“You’re into the oldies, huh?” Eddie teased, the concept of his present being your kind of distant past still weirding him out.

You thought about making some comment about them being the oldies, but decided against it. Probably too soon for that kind of thing. “Yeah, good thing, too.”

“Well, we do have a copy of it. I work at Family Video and—” Steve said, watching the face you made when he said it. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…That is a very vintage sentence.”

His eyes widened with something akin to panic. “What happens to Family Video?”

“They close. All of them. It’s tragic, really. Most media is just digital in the future. Physical media is almost dead.”

“Damn.” Steve shook his head, thinking about it very deeply. “Well, I’ve got about 36 years to get that figured out, huh.”

“We’ll find you a new job by then, babe.” Eddie patted Steve’s shoulder, comfortingly. “That, or my band will be big enough by then that I can just spoil both of you rotten.”

You settled into the couch, and the boys followed after pretty soon after, once Steve put Back to the Future in.

***

The movie ended and you were tired despite taking quite the nap before. Something about time travel just wiped you out. Steve and Eddie could both tell you’d probably be going to sleep pretty soon.

“Hey, so uh, we don’t have a guest room. Um…I’ll totally sleep on the floor out here and Eddie can take the couch and you can have our bed.” Steve explained, sounding a bit nervous.

“I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor and the couch.” You shook your head. “If you want, um…I’d be okay with…sharing the bed with you guys. I mean, if it’s big enough. And if you want me to. If not, I can totally take the couch—”

“You are not sleeping on the couch after everything you’ve been through today, princess.” Eddie put his foot down. “I’m fine with you sleeping with us. I’m sure Steve is too. Not…not like that of course, just—”

“I get it.” You chuckled.

“Cool. Great. I’ll go get everything ready up there, alright?” Steve said, jabbing a thumb back towards the stairs.  

You nodded. Eddie handed you the basket of clothes the girls had rounded up for you so you could find some pajamas in it. It looked like Joyce had gone out to get you some other basics, too. Underwear and socks and a toothbrush and stuff.

You found something suitable pretty quickly. “Um, Eddie, where’s your bathroom?”

“Right this way, milady.” Eddie helped you off of the couch and led you to the bathroom upstairs, where all of their toiletries were. Yep. This was definitely a boys’ bathroom. “Sorry it’s a mess in there. We weren’t expecting a beautiful guest such as yourself. We’ll clean it up, though.”

“It’s fine Eddie, thank you.”

“Yeah, no prob. Um…I’ll wait out here and listen in case you fall, okay?”

You grinned. “I’m not made of glass, you know.”

“Well, yeah, but I can’t have you hitting your pretty little head, now can I? Harrington would kill me.”

“Why would I kill you, Munson?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorway.

“If I left her alone and she hit her head in the bathroom.”

“Oh yeah. Yeah definitely.” Steve agreed, his arms crossed and a playful smile on his face. “We’ll be right here. No rush, though. Take your time.”

You did just that, taking a good long moment to change into pajamas, brush your teeth, and rinse your face with some cold water. But even when you did that and looked in the mirror, you were still in the ‘80s. Huh. Weird.

You shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where Steve and Eddie were on the bed in their pajamas, talking kind of quickly about, you presumed, the crazy new shake-up in their lives. Eddie noticed you and stared, silencing Steve immediately.

“Oh, babe, hey, what side of the bed do you want?” Steve asked and then hesitated. “Wait, should I not call you babe yet? Is it too soon?”

“You can call me whatever you want.” You assured him, laughing. “And, uh…can I sleep in the middle?”

Eddie and Steve both said “Yes.” At the same time.

“Cool.” You chuckled and crawled up the center of the bed, getting under the covers while the other two got in beside you. It was a little awkward, none of you knowing exactly what to say or do, and none of you wanting to be the first to do so.

Steve turned out the light and the three of you laid there on your backs, completely straight in their dark bedroom.

“You guys can touch me, you know.”

“Oh okay cool.” Eddie replied, turning a bit to face you. He took your hand gently in his own and reached up to your face with his other one, pushing the hairs out of your eyes. “I think I speak for both of us when I say I am so stoked you’re here. And I know it can be hard being in a new environment like this, but if you need anything, you’ve got both of us, alright?”

“Thank you.” You whispered, nodding, your voice caught in your throat a bit due to his proximity, his warmth, and that sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you like you were made of pure magic.

“What he said.” Steve scooted a bit closer, an arm carefully settling around your waist. “We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be right here in the morning and…we’re all gonna get this stuff figured out. I promise.”

You nodded against him, your free hand resting on his. “Can I…kiss you guys goodnight?”

Instead of replying, Eddie leaned forward slowly, capturing your lips in a soft, passionate kiss. And then he kissed your nose for good measure. “Goodnight, princess.” Eddie smirked before passing you off to Steve. Steve’s kiss was a little firmer, a little more confident, but still very sweet.

“Get some rest, babe.” Steve told you, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before the three of you called it a night.

Part 2

[love-toxin]

mh. I'm totally normal about the thought of getting married to the Steve Harrington, luxurious rich kid and caring babysitter extraordinaire as well as your high school sweetheart. he's such a doting husband and as newlyweds you're practically stuck to each other at the hip, enjoying your fancy honeymoon off in those exotic places Steve always promised he'd take you with a glass of champagne and your fingers laced with each other's. which also means that with all that alone time, you're really getting to work on making those six little Harringtons that Steve so desperately wants.

however, after about a year of trying with no results, both you and Steve are devastated to find out that his chances of producing are extremely low. possible, but improbable, even with medical intervention. Steve's so heartbroken he even fears you might leave him (which is just ridiculous) but after an incredible amount of comforting he eventually manages to comes to terms with it all. but that doesn't mean he's giving up, not at all, because you still have that dream of raising children together and he's not going to deprive you of that.

and it's through that line of thought that Steve comes upon a solution, a very unconventional one in every sense of the word. he's learned from his own parents that blood doesn't necessarily make someone a mother or a father, so he can compromise as far as the pure genetics of it all--but there's one person he knows he can trust to give his wife a child, someone safe enough to ask and freaky enough to agree to the conditions.

Eddie. Steve's decided to run the idea by you, the plan he's cooked up; how he could get Eddie to father your children for you, so you two can have your babies without putting either of you through all those painful and expensive processes that would come with other avenues. and he could get a good chunk of that money that you both know he could use, plus he'd get to fuck you, (with supervision from Steve of course) the girl he'd had a crush on all throughout high school and fantasized about even when Steve had scooped you up. it's a win-win, Steve's so confident about that. he just doesn't yet know what emotional turmoil the whole experience might bring on, when he's watching his friend go balls deep in his pretty wife and hearing her moan as she's bred for her husband to watch. how he's gonna very quickly realize that he likes watching you two go at it way more than he should, and that he's seriously gonna have trouble sleeping when all he can imagine when he closes is eyes is Eddie screwing you, breeding you like a feral animal, and teasing about giving you a bump and making you a pretty little mommy to send home to Stevie. and when he starts fisting his cock during his morning showers to the thought of all that, pent-up and needy even though he's been on you way more than usual, you notice. and it makes it much sweeter when you craft your own plan with Eddie under your husband's nose, so you can surprise your sweet, loving hubby with an extra special present for making each of your dreams come true <3

[dlphantom]

So yaknow how Steve's got this massive breeding kink right?

I raise you a Poly relationship with Eddie and Steve where they both wanna fuck some lil kiddos into your tiny hole.

Squashed between them both, Eddie underneath with Steve against your back both squeezing their fat cocks into your tiny hole.

"cmon baby you can take us both. Gonna let us breed this tiny hole and see who gets you pregnant first huh?" Eddie whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck.

"f-fuck gonna be such a good lil' mommy for us" steve groans from above you as he pistons his hips in and out in opposite timing of Eddie, who's doing the same thing.

"m-mmhm" Gritting out as you bite your lip, head tilted back in ecstasy.

Clamping down on both their cocks as they in synchrony groan out because of your sweet, tight little hole.

[nevermore-baby]

I've seen many versions and variations of mean!steddie, but let me give my five cents. Obviously, it depends. I personally wouldn't be able to live when my one partner is constantly mean to me. BUT here me out. nsfw under the cut, mdni

Imagine your daily life. Steve is obviously such a daddy. He makes sure you eat and sleep and are happy. Eddie, on the other hand, likes to tease you. He’ll take things from right under your nose, hiding them on the top shelves, where you can’t reach. He’d take away your stuffies. He’d tease you over the stupidest things. You call him a "meanie" approximately 3 times per day, complaining to Steve at least once. And Eddie, unlike you, isn't Steve's princess, so he faces the consequences of his teasing in his own time (we won't go into that now). 

But everything changes in the bedroom. Steve - well, you might be his princess, but he knows you’re tough, he knows you can handle him, so after a long tiring week he knows he doesn’t have to hold back. Eddie, he’s so whipped for you, he honestly can’t tell you no when you’re laying there all pretty and naked with your perfect tits out for him.

So you’d lay there on your stomach, face red and puffy, Eddie lying to the side of you, while Steve is pounding you from behind, smacking your ass from time to time, your squeals muffled by the pillow. He kept you on edge for what felt like hours, first having Eddie eat you out, having to literally drag him off by his hair so he wouldn’t make you cum, then fingering you slowly, saying how “you needed to be prepared for daddy’s big cock”, and finally plunging in, setting a relentless pace right away. He’d push your legs together, your pussy getting tighter and his cock reaching deeper within you, so you could feel it bulging in your stomach. Steve knew how to hit the spot perfectly, and he’d do that every time without fail, leaving you there whining and crying, Eddie wiping your tears off with his thumb, other hand coming to your matted hair, moving it out of the way.

“No, no, no…I can't anymore, please Steve, I need to come", you’d whine, forgetting that it’s not Eddie, and you can’t just ask whatever you want and get it. You realised your mistake, receiving a harsh smack on your ass.

"Doesn't seem like that to me. Try asking nicely and I'll consider it", Steve said, barely out of breath.

"Please, daddy, Stevie, please, let me come" you whined, sobbing loudly - you were teetering right on edge, any pressure on your clit would make you come.

"Oh look at you baby, being so nice, following daddy's orders", Steve said, voice full of fake pity. “The answer is still no.”

Realising Steve is a lost cause, you turn to Eddie. You knew it was hard for him to tell you no, you knew the effect you and Steve had on him.

“Eddie, baby”, you whispered, kissing him sloppily, "Can I come? Pl- please?" you looked up at him, giving him your best puppy eyes, pouting. Eddie's own brows furrowed. "Sorry, sweetheart, it's not up to me, it's up to daddy now"

“Pl- please, do something”, you mewled, seeing Eddie’s gaze switch nervously between you and Steve. Eventually, he’d get up on his knees, crawling closer to Steve, catching his chin in his fingers, kissing him deeply, causing Steve’s rhythm to falter - that gave you a bit of a break.

“Don’t you think she had enough, big boy?” Eddie batted his eyelashes at Steve, kissing him once more, Steve groaning in response, but moving away nonetheless.

“I see what you’re doing there. Both of you.”, he’d say, one hand moving to wrap around Eddie’s cock, jerking him off harshly. “Think daddy’s so dumb he wouldn’t notice your little whispering over there. Now, only I get to come”

So yeah. Steve is a complete menace in bed. He knows you both and your boundaries so well, he knows what you are capable of, so you’re in for a time of your life. He would, though, give the best aftercare afterwards, telling you how good you were for him, both of you, and bringing towels to clean you guys up, and cuddling in bed until you were out of the post-orgasm haze, and then you’d smother him with kisses, telling him how grateful you were, and all three of you would just lay there until you drift off asleep.

[h4rring1on]

Hiii I absolutely LOVEEE ur writing. Idk if I already sent you this request and I'm sorry if I diddd.

I was wondering if you could write a steddie x reader fic where Steve and the reader go with Eddie to a deal and the buyer is rly creepy with the reader and triggers a panic attack and the boys comfort her?

pairing: steddie x reader

warnings: obvi reader is uncomfortable and a little scared, buyer is hella creepy and really pissing eddie and steve off, swearing, panic attack, the boys being sweethearts

“please eddie!” you begged

“no!” eddie denied

you and steve have been begging eddie for the past 15 minutes to let him take you two with him while he’s dealing, you both wanted to see how he does it

you even made an unfunny joke saying you wanted to learn so you could do it do

yeah that didn’t really end that well

“come on, ed. do it for the girl! don’t you see her innocent eyes?” steve said

eddie looked to you, to see you looking at him, desperation in your eyes

“nevermind” you sighed, “let’s go steve” you sadly said, holding steve’s hand and walking away

“wait” eddie groaned

you and steve secretly smiled to yourselves

and now here you were, sitting on the bench with steve and eddie, waiting for the buyer

“this is so boring” you sighed

“does usually take this long?” steve asked

“honestly—no, don’t know what’s up with this guy. he’s been acting sketchy ever since we made the deal to meet here”

suddenly, the heard rustling from the trees

“hey—whoa whoa man!” the guy said, suddenly freaking out, “those cops??”

you and steve looked at each other with a small smile

“oh nah nah, they’re with me. you got the money?” eddie said as he stood up

“yeah” he said, you stood up too and stood nearby the man

the money suddenly fell to your feet

“sorry, dropped it” the man said with a creepy smile, he kneeled down to get it, and your eyes widened when you saw him looking up your skirt

you quickly moved away instead of telling them, so they don’t worry and make a big deal about it

steve noticed you acting off, he knew something was wrong

“got a lot of money, can i buy you too?” he whispered

you looked away, pretending not to hear

“oh i get it, you’re the slut kind” he said, “the one you rent by the hour” he grabbed your butt, making you gasp and move away

oh they definitely saw this one.

“what the fuck man!” eddie yelled pushing the guy away

your heart was racing, you breathing fast, you weren’t even aware of your surroundings.

“hey hey, whoa, baby” steve said, “breath for me, it’s alright, we’re here sweet thing, take some deep breaths for me” steve guided you, distracting you from the fact that eddie was beating the shit out of that guy

“that’s good, good job. tell me, what do you see, love?” steve asked

“i see…y-you, and the um—the trees, a-and the bench” you said, trying to calm down

“good job, baby! that’s great, you’re doing great.” he smiled at you, “why don’t you tell me what you can feel?”

your breaths were suddenly louder, and tears slipped from your eyes, “hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay. just take a deep breath and talk to me, babe”

you took some deep breaths, as you were doing that, eddie suddenly appeared in your view, his hands bloody

your breathing was back to the way it was before, “eddie? wh—your hands—“

“don’t mind my hands, doll. cmon, tell us what you feel, we’re right here, i promise you” eddie sajd

you nodded and tried to calm your breathing a bit, “i feel—y-you and stevie’s hands and um—i feel the j-jacket im wearing and—and…i’m sorry” you sobbed, “i’m sorry—i don’t know”

“hey, sweetheart, look at me” eddie said, “it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay”

you slowly nodded, steve pulled your close, hugging you tight, he knew when your panic attacks happen, you usually like the comfort of being in someone’s arms

“it’s alright, babydoll” eddie kissed your head

you were slowly calming down, with steve stroking your hair, with eddie talking to you, with them both comforting you

“we’ll always protect you, baby” steve said

“always” eddie agreed

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Our Girl

steve x reader x eddie, throuple

a/n: smut implied.

summary: nothing, just the three of you being a throuple. throuple masterlist

The room was cold and dark, your eye lids heavy as they fluttered open. A warm arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer and when Eddie’s face emerged from under the blanket, he smiled. He was clearly half-asleep still but awake enough to press kisses against your neck.

“How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” you grinned, kissing him on the lips. He sat up and stretched his arms out, scratching the back of his head as he yawned. His fingers clumsily moved away the hair from his mouth and he reached to the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Shit, I got band practice. I’m fucking late.”

Sitting up on your elbows, your head tilted to the side to get a better look at his bare bottom as he climbed out of bed. He had little butt dimples and you frowned as he pulled on boxers, bringing the ass show to an end.

“Sorry, can’t stand around bare bones all day,” Eddie looked over his shoulder and grinned. He picked up a shirt off the ground and smelled it, satisfied, he put it on. He opened his mouth to say something, but a sharp knock came from the bedroom door. He called out that it was opened and a moment later, Steve poked his head in. His eyes scanned the scene, rolling his eyes.

“Jesus, its nearly 1 – don’t you degenerates have places to be?”

He moved into the door, revealing the laundry basket in his arms – asking if either of you wanted to throw anything in his load. Eddie clapped his hands together, praising Steve for his domestic brilliance, tossing several items of clothing into the basket. Steve looked at you, giving you a once over; the narrow look in his eyes said more than words could. Having caught the vibes going on between Steve and you; Eddie smirked and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his sneakers.

“I’d be more than happy to help with your load, Stevie,” you cooed, clutching the sheets against your naked body. He smirked and Eddie snorted, getting up from the bed. He grabbed his smokes, car keys, wallet, and lighter off the stand, and promised to be home for dinner.

“I’m not missing Italian night again,” he murmured, leaning into the bed to give you a kiss bye. You kissed him back and watched as he got off the bed, laying a kiss on Steve’s shoulder as he left. Steve stood in the middle of Eddie’s room, laundry basket on his hips and he asked if you wanted breakfast.

“Or lunch,” he teased, and you smiled, getting up from the bed. His face dropped when you allowed the sheet to fall from your body and he took a deep breath before placing the basket on the bed. “Laundry isn’t really that important – let’s go to my room.”

The sun escaped through the blinds and bellowed around your body. Steve’s throat went dry as you approached him; reaching a hand up around his neck to pull him into a kiss. His hands, warm and gentle, pressed into your hips, and he slowly moved backward, taking you with him.

“Come on,” his voice was breathy as he ran a hand over your breast. “Eddie got pissed last time we fucked in here without him…”

“He didn’t,” you promised, unbuckling his belt. Steve groaned and continued to lead you out the door, the two of you fumbling in the hallway of the crappy apartment the three of you shared. The apartment that kept the three of you warm and safe from curious eyes – those who wondered why the three of you were just so close. Of course, in a small town like Hawkins, no one was going to understand why it worked for the three of you. Neither Eddie nor Steve was jealous in this relationship, knowing very well how to share. Each person brought something to the table, and all your friends knew but never asked questions – it was nice.

“He admitted to me he likes the idea of you fucking and I quote ‘our girl’ in his bed,” you explained, pushing Steve against the door of his room. He chuckled, biting at your lip but stopping when he noticed the two of you had an audience. Both of your turned to see Eddie at the end of the hallway, tearing off his jacket in haste. “I thought you had band practice?”

Eddie shook his head, walking over to you; he reached down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. His eyes went to Steve, looking for permission to crash his time alone with you. “Mind, Harrington?”

Steve shrugged and opened his door, pulling you into his room. “What’s mine is yours, just close the door behind you.”

Watching as you followed Steve, Eddie’s body grew excited at the sight of you pushing Steve on the bed – grinning when you turned to him, holding out a hand. “Joining?”

Steve, who was now resting on his elbows, gave Eddie a nod without saying a word, focusing on your beauty in front of him. Eddie, wondering how he got so lucky with the two of you, grinned and shut the door.

“God, I love this apartment.”

[hopelessrromantix]

blood sucker | prologue

steve harrington x vampire/demon!m!reader x eddie munson

a/n: im obsessed w them so enjoy

t/w: stalker-ish behavior from reader

Hawkins, Indiana was boring.

Everything about the town seemed lackluster. From the high school, to the shops, to the very residents. On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a rural, middle-of-nowhere, hick town.

But what brought you there, was the pull from the upside down.

The upside down wasn’t new. Far from it. But human access to it was new. And somehow, this nowhere town had managed to figure it out.

You’d watched the residents from a distance, paying close attention to Eleven, an escaped experiment with notable powers.

The monster they’d chosen to call the demogorgon, chasing down and hunting the residents of the town. Only to fall when faced with some middle aged parents, a bunch of kids, and their babysitters.

It was admirable, really.

Of course, one of them had made the idiotic choice of keeping a baby demogorgon, but they figured that out quickly.

No, what truly fascinated you, was when Vecna began to sink his claws into them. Well, at least that was the name they knew him by. You weren’t a big fan of his, though you supposed in some ways you were similar.

You weren’t sure what name the small group of kids would chose for you. Maybe demon? Wendigo? You weren’t even sure there was a term for you.

But one they’d most certainly agree on would be “Monster”. Not that you could blame them either.

Frankly, you didn’t care what a bunch of kid mortals had to say about you. You’d eaten tougher people than them for breakfast. Well… actually… they were fairly tough.

The only person you wanted to hear the opinion of was Steve Harrington.

He was well respected within his school. Though it was originally for being a complete asshole, he’d shifted over the last months. He was more compassionate now, taking on a role he didn’t really want, but had come to love.

You’d watched him fight off monsters for them, step into danger, and (attempt to) beat the shit out of Billy Hargrove for them.

Originally, you thought you’d only care about Steve. You’d shown up to him, appearing as a random classmate at parties, making idle chatter and trying your hand at subtly flirting. Considering the mortal view on same sex relationships, you didn’t think he caught your hints. But you were fine just keeping an eye out for him.

You were sure Steven was the only mortal you’d ever remotely care about.

And then Eddie came along.

[tastefulstars]

The Boys Next Door 3

You, Eddie and Steve can’t get enough of each other.

eddie munson x f!reader x steve harrington

a/n: i probably wont write for this series again for a bit, kinda feeling like their story has been told.

warnings: 18+ only mdni. dirty talk. unsafe sex. tag-teaming. cream pies. piv. pia. oral (f receiving). fingering (m&f receiving). light choking. not proof read.

w/c: 3.4k

masterlist

one/two | boys pov

The first time the three of you had sex was technically when the boys pushed their way into your room after you’d avoided them - clinging to each other and grinding against fingers, thighs and hips.

The first time that the three of you had sex in your mind was about a week and a half after that.

You’d come home to Eddie and Steve in your apartment. Steve was carefully combing Mr. Meowgi, talking softly to him about how he had to brush him in order for him to keep looking as handsome as he does, and Eddie was sprawled out on the couch, absorbed in a book.

Eddie’s eyes find yours as you close the door behind you and he lights up.

“Heya!”

He sits up, putting his book aside and holds his arms out for you with a big smile. You drop your bag at the door and climb into his arms, he squeezes you tightly and you instantly feel relaxed.

You press a kiss on his cheek and climb out of his hold, moving to Steve and Mr. Meowgi. You kneel beside them, leaning down to press kisses onto Mr. Meowgi’s head before curling yourself around Steve.

“How are you both?” You hum and Steve presses a kiss on your temple, “How was your days?” 

You pull away from Steve as you remove your shoes, listening to them telling you what they did - how work was and their frustrations. 

“Oh- I almost forgot, Robin and some of the gang are having a get together this weekend” Steve says, looking at you, “If you want, you’re more than welcome to come with us.”

You bite your lip, you hadn’t really spent much time with their friends yet and you were nervous.

“We want you to come” Eddie pipes up, “Would love for you to come”

“Then I’ll go” You smile, laughing as Eddie lets out a cheer, “I’m going to change then sort out dinner.”

As you work in the kitchen, Eddie returns to his book and Steve continues to lavish Mr. Meowgi with attention. Your heart warms and stomach tingles as you glance at them every few minutes, giddiness filling your head and utter contentment grounding you feet.

You almost couldn’t believe that they wanted you, that they wanted to be more than friends. You couldn’t keep your eyes off them as you ate, eyes darting between them both and trying your hardest to memorize their features.

“Do I have something?” Steve asks as he catches you looking at him, wiping his fingers over his chin and you laugh.

“No, no. I just- you’re really handsome”

Steve flushes and you look to Eddie.

“You both are” You breathe, “Although, Eddie- you’re pretty”

“Pretty handsome” He shoots back at you.

“Yeah” You laugh.

The three of you eat while stealing glances at the others and before long you’re pressed between them on the couch, hips and thighs flush.

Steve wraps his arms around your shoulders and cups the back of Eddie’s neck, his other hand is stretched over his lap and resting on your thigh. Eddie’s entwined your fingers and is gripping your hand between both of his.

You’re warm between them and you’re struggling to concentrate on the television, hyper aware of them on either side of you. Steve absentmindedly starts to rub his thumb against the soft skin of your thigh and you bite your lip, trying your hardest not to squirm.

“You okay, babe?” Eddie asks, noticing your teeth digging into your lower lip.

You feel your cheeks heat and you let out a squeaky ‘yep’, pooling all your concentration onto the show. Steve squeezes your leg softly and Eddie presses a kiss on your shoulder and you let out a breathy moan, so soft and quiet that they might have missed it - if they weren’t so close to you.

You glance over to Mr. Meowgi who’s perched on the window still, uninterested in the happenings inside the apartment and you think fuck it - you stand, pulling at Eddie and Steve.

You lead them down the hall and into you room. You spin, walking backwards as you grip onto their arms and stare at them with wide, pleading eyes.

“’M horny” You breathe, cheeks flushing.

Your mouth floods as you watch their expressions go from confused to lustful in seconds and when the backs of your legs hit your bed, you let go of them and pull your shirt off.

Steve holds your hip and guides you down until you’re sitting on the edge and Eddie kneels between your legs.

“Well, we can help with that” Steve says, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a fiery kiss.

Eddie’s fingers are gripping at the waistband of your shorts and undies and you lift your hips slightly, helping him slide them off you. Steve holds you against his chest kissing you deeply as Eddie’s fingers trail up the insides of your thighs.

“We’ll take care of you” Eddie breathes into your skin, pressing soft kisses while ghosting his fingers against your legs.

Your whine is muffled by Steve’s lips and Eddie grips firmly, pulling you forward slightly and licking a long strip up your cunt. He hums in contentment as he presses his tongue between your folds and laps at your wetness. You cling to Steve, nails digging into his flesh, as you shake against them.

You tip your head back and moan loudly, Steve licks down your neck and begins to suck and bite. Eddie slides his fingers upwards, using the tips of them to spread your folds.

He alternates between lapping firmly at your opening and nipping and sucking at your clit. You can feel yourself gushing slick as he works you desperately.

“Oh fuck” You moan as you rock your hips upwards, against Eddie’s mouth.

Steve bites firmly at your shoulder and you cry out, pushing at them and panting.

“I want to come on your cocks, please” You whine, not caring how desperate you sounded.

Eddie groans and shoves his hand down his pants, gripping his cock firmly. Steve pushes you down, spinning you so you’re laying on the bed and rips his shirt off and almost trips over in his haste to get his pants off.

You reach for him and he settles between your legs, pressing his cock into you with one smooth thrust. You cry out and hold him close and wrap your legs around Steve’s waist, fingers gripping at his back and hair.

You roll your head and watch as Eddie watches Steve thrust into you, watches as your cunt squelches around Steve’s cock. Eddie’s face is slack, lips parted and he’s panting as he jerks himself.

Knowing that Eddie was finding pleasure at watching Steve fuck you send bolts of desire through you, fire heating your belly and you extend a hand to him, wrapping your fingers around his and holding his hand.

“Steve” You’re gasping and can feel yourself inching closer to your climax, “God, fuck”

He shifts, resting his weight on one hand as he thrusts wildly into you and presses his fingers against your clit.

“Come on, honey” He groans, “Wanna feel it”

Eddie’s squeezing your hand and your eyes slip closed, back arching and you feel it building, getting more intense until you can’t hold off anymore and you shake as white heat explodes all over your body.

“Oh, fuck - that’s it baby” Steve moans, rocking his hips harder, “Where? Where can-”

“Ah! God, inside me Steve”

Your words have Steve stilling, groaning and spilling inside you. You feel good, tingly but not quite satisfied yet and you pry your eyes open, peering at Eddie.

“Wanna feel you inside me too, Eds”

“Fucking hell, baby, you can’t just say that” Steve groans, “not while I’ve still got my cock inside you”

You laugh and press your hand against his chest, Steve’s quickly replaced by Eddie and you moan as he grips your hips tightly.

“Ahh” You sigh as you feel Eddie press inside you, enjoying the feeling of being stretched open again, “Feels so good”

“God Steve, you made a mess. She’s so fuckin’ wet”

He uses his hold on your hips to thrust into your hard and fast, eyebrows pinched and jaw slack. You feel Steve’s fingers working at your nipples and you loose yourself in the pleasure of it.

“C’mon” You moan, “Eds, wanna feel you. Want you to fill me up too”

Eddie hangs his head, hair spilling around his face and fucks into you faster. You reach down and press small circles against your swollen clit and whine as Steve pinches at your nipples.

You feel the burning heat igniting quickly under your skin and you gasp on each breath.

"'M gonna-"

You don't get the chance to finish your warning before you reach your peak and tumble over. Your whole body shakes and trembles and you feel your mind slip into bliss as Eddie rocks desperately into you.

It doesn't take much longer until he's moaning and stilling above you, his fingers digging into your hips hard enough you think you might bruise.

Steve moves away for a moment as you both pant, trying to get your breath back, and returns with a towel.

"Here" He says, pressing it against where you are joined, ready to catch the fluid as Eddie pulls out. You whine, hating how empty you felt without their cocks buried inside you.

Steve gently cleans your puffy cunt and you twitch at the rough cotton, while Eddie throws himself down on the bed next to you.

-

Eddie sits on the floor, pressed against your legs with his chin resting on your thigh as he watches a show. You start to gently stroke his hair, fingers gently snagging on his curls. You whisper an apology to him and begin to carefully work the tangles out. 

“You’re gonna need a trim soon, Eds” You murmur, pushing and pulling his hair into sections to make your work easier.

“Kinda want to grow it a bit longer” He hums, “But I don’t know, makes it harder to manage”

“I’ll help you”

He turns his head and looks up at you, smiling softly.

“Yeah?”

“Of course”

You drop his hair and gently stroke his nose. Eddie moves, shifting and climbing onto the couch next to you. He leans over you and hovers.

“You’re the best” He says as he leans in close, pressing kisses over your face and making you laugh.

You hold him as the kisses move to your lips and become more heated, you feel yourself being lowered onto the couch and you cling to Eddie, keeping him pressed close to you.

Without breaking your kiss, you both shift and settle down with Eddie nestled between your legs. It’s hot and sensual, pressed close on the couch and making out. Eddie holds himself up with on arm and brushes his other over your body - palm fluttering down your arm, fingers gripping your thigh, slipping under your shirt.

You cling to him and suck his lower lip into your mouth, gently nipping at it. Eddie growls lowly and presses himself impossibly close, his hips gently rocking into yours as you both loose yourselves in each other.

You rip yourself away from the kiss and take a deep gasping breath before slamming your lips against Eddie’s again. You whine as he softly runs the tip of his tongue against your lower lip before hooking it and curling under your upper lip. You grip his shoulders as you part your kiss bitten lips and Eddie immediately presses in, tasting you.

You almost sob when he moves his lips, trailing wet kisses down your chin and neck. You fist your hand in his hair and hold him against you, gasping softly at the nipping bites he’s lavishing your neck with. You wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his ass and trying to get leverage to grind up against him. Eddie’s hand holds your hip firmly, pulling you up and rocking down against you.

“Oh- Eddie” You whine, desperation and lust coloring your voice.

“Yeah, Baby?” He says into the skin on your throat.

“Don’t be mean”

He looks up at you and you feel his laughter shaking his body, you pout at him as you tug at his shirt.

“You like it” He laughs but sits up and starts undressing, you sigh as you pull your own clothes off.

“What does that say about me?”

“Hmm, that you’re our good little slut” Eddie murmurs, leaning down and mouthing at one of your breasts.

“Yeah” You breath out softly, arching into his touch.

You’re both flush against each other, skin on skin and you shudder as Eddie rocks his hips against yours. His cock brushing against your cunt and catching on your folds with each movement.

Eddie takes his time, rocking against you gently and mouthing at your tits until you’re absolutely sure you’re going to go insane with need.

“Please, Eddie. Oh mmm, please please please”

You start begging as your hands travel the length of his body, settling firmly on his ass and gripping tight, pulling him against you.

He reaches down, grips his cock and presses into you and you both sigh softly. Eddie rests his forehead against yours and holds your gaze as he fucks you gently, his hair spilling around you and creating a barrier between the two of you and the rest of the world.

It’s intimate and sensual, you can feel his love and adoration for you with each rock of his hips. You can feel yourself tearing up, overwhelmed. Eddie presses a soft kiss against your lips.

“I’ve got you, Honey” He whispers, “I’ve got you. It’s okay.”

“Eddie” You breathe, “Eddie”

You cry softly and bring a hand up to hold the back of his head. He squirms a hand between your bodies and presses his fingers against your clit.

“Come on, baby. I’ve got you”

It’s too much and you sob as you shake, coming undone around him. You cling to him, gasping and crying out as his thrusts become a little bit faster until his hips are stuttering and he stills with a breathy moan.

You lay there, pressed together with Eddie’s cock buried inside you until Steve comes come. He laughs as he sees you and Eddie tangled together, reaching down to stroke Mr. Meowgi.

“Looks like I missed out, bud”

-

You were laying on Eddie’s bed, curled up and trying your best to rid yourself of the lingering pain in your lower back when Steve and Eddie spill into the room, pawing at each other.

“Oh hey, Darling” Steve breathes as he climbs onto the bed, Eddie’s hands on his ass.

“You two gonna put a show on for me, huh?” You grunt and pry your eyes open.

“Don’t wanna join us?” Eddie asks, already working their clothes off and you pout at his question.

“I’m not feelin’ too good”

“Aw, anything we can do to help?” Steve asks, fingers brushing against your cheek, doing his best to ignore Eddie’s wandering hands.

“I’m okay” You rub your lower back, “Just a bit sore today. Wanna watch you two though”

“Okay” Steve says, pressing a kiss on your lips before turning his attention to Eddie.

Eddie’s already worked their clothes off and has a fistful of Steve’s hair, kissing him desperately. Steve’s strong hands hold Eddie’s hips and you see the moment Steve changes the pace of the kiss - slowing down and taking his time.

Steve wraps his hand around both their cocks, gently stroking them. Eddie’s whining in Steve’s mouth and rocking his hips, trying to make Steve move faster, to get off quicker.

Their chests are flushed and you can see a thin sheen of sweat building up on them. Steve pulls away, reaching around Eddie and digging around the bedside drawer for the bottle of lube they kept in there.

He gently presses on Eddie’s chest who lays back on the bed, bouncing slightly. You watch Eddie’s face as Steve presses a cold, wet finger against his ass - his lips part and his eyebrows pull up and his eyes flutter.

Your eyes flick between Steve and Eddie, not really sure where to look. Not wanting to miss a second of their movements, their expressions and moans.

It doesn’t take long for Steve to work Eddie into a whimpering mess, flushed and moaning, rocking his hips in time with Steve’s fingers.

“Steve” Eddie says, “Fuckin’ hurry up”

Steve glances at you and smirks.

“I dunno. What do you think, baby? Should I give him what he wants?”

Eddie turns his head and whines at you, wide eyed and desperate.

“Yeah” You breathe softly, “Look at him, Stevie. He’s all desperate and needy”

“You’re a lot nicer than me, baby - I was going to tease some more”

Steve pulls Eddie’s hips to rest his ass on Steve’s thighs and leans forward, pressing his cock against Eddie’s ass. Eddie groans and presses his hips down, glaring at Steve.

“If you don’t-”

Steve thrusts quickly into him, cutting off his sentence and burying himself deep inside Eddie. Steve fucks him exactly how Eddie wants - hard, fast and deep.

“Ah, ah!”

Eddie’s letting out soft little gasps on each thrust, his cock straining against his lower stomach and leaking precum. Steve shifts, drives his cock down and Eddie arches, crying out loudly.

Steve keeps fucking him hard, brushing against his prostate until Eddie’s almost in tears, begging Steve to touch his cock and let him come.

“Touch yourself” You instruct him and his hand flies to his cock, stroking himself in time with Steve’s thrusts.

“Stevie, hold his throat - you know how much he likes that”

“Fuckin’ yeah, baby- he does doesn’t he?”

Steve snakes his hand up to his throat and firmly grips, tight enough so Eddie can feel it.

“Come on, Eds” Steve’s groaning, “Come on”

“Oh, oh” Eddie cries out as he spurts all over his chest, body shaking and breathing hard. Steve soon follows, hips stuttering and stilling.  

You slide closer and hold Eddie as Steve lowers himself down on Eddie’s other side.

“Pretty good show” You say, making them laugh.

-

You’ve been in the kitchen for a few hours now, baking treats for the upcoming monthly gathering. The house smelled heavenly, chocolate and vanilla and caramel filling the air.

Your hips sway softly as you pour the cupcake mix into the tray. You startle as you feel hands on your hips, stilling and throwing a glance over your shoulder.

“You okay, Stevie?”

He presses soft kisses against your shoulder and hums.

“Smells good”

“You’re not allowed to eat any! It’s for tonight” You warn him and you feel him laugh against your back, his fingers squeezing you.

“Wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout the food” He breathes against your skin, fingers sliding under your shirt and palming softly at your breasts.

“Two minutes, please” You whine, squirming and feeling your cunt gush.

You work quickly, filling the tray and Steve follows you as you move to the oven. You set the timer and turn to face him.

“All yours, handsome”

“Finally”

He pulls you into a bruising kiss, walking you back until your flush against the counter. He licks his way into your mouth and presses his hands against your tits. He licks his way down your throat and grips your hips, whispering ‘up’ into your skin.

You lift yourself and sit on the edge of the counter, Steve falling between your legs naturally. He slides his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, groaning when he reaches your cunt.

“No undies, huh?”

“Easier” You breathe, head tipping back.

“Easier for what?”

“For this”

He laughs and lowers himself, kneeling in front of you and he ducks his head under your skirt. He doesn’t waste time teasing, licking and pressing his tongue into your cunt.

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble for something to grip onto, hands settling on the edges of counter either side of you.

“Fuck, Steve”

He moans in response, the vibrations making you clench your thighs around his head. Two fingers slip inside you and you whine.

Steve presses his tongue inside you beside his fingers before licking up to your clit. He sucks on it harshly and curls his fingers and you see stars, crying out loudly as your climax washes over you. Steve gently works you through it, lapping at your juices until you're whimpering.

He pulls away from you, your skirt falling from his head and he looks up at you mischievously.

“Tastes good too”

[wild-lavender-rose-musings]

Thinking about accidentally burning your hands as you’re cooking dinner just as Eddie comes home from work. He’s quick to get your hands under running water. You can tell he’s panicked but he’s trying desperately not to show it. Should he take you to the hospital? Is he doing the right thing? You’re crying silently because of how bad the pain is, begging him not to take you to the er because you’re terrified of doctors. 

Thinking about when Steve comes home he finds you and Eddie in the bathroom, Eddie trying to comfort you. Thinking about how he immediately takes charge, picking you up and sitting you on the counter, rubbing Eddie’s back as he listens to him explain what happened. Steve would then take care of your hands himself while Eddie distracted you from the pain. The three of you would order in and watch your favorite movie until you fell asleep in their laps, leaving Eddie to thank Steve for helping him take care of you. Some days Steve is your and Eddie’s bedrock in the storm. Today is one of those days.