#steve harrington x eddie munson x you

[roanniom]

Steddie except both boys play for the football team and there’s a new cute slightly chubby new cheerleader and during the years of school you get a crush on them and the boy have their fun with you

Love the specificity of this! 

Sweets

Steve Harrington x chubby!fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Semi NSFW, Steddie x reader, the beginnings of smut, mmf, making out, drug use (pot), all characters are over the age of 18 though still in high school, few explicit description of body size, but Eddie and Steve are reeeeally fucking into your body

You’re sure the rest of the squad is going to come looking for you soon. You’d disappeared during cheer practice, promising to be right back. But you never returned. Instead you’re sitting on the picnic table outside behind the gym, with the two hottest football players at Hawkins High.

Eddie Munson always seemed too rock and roll to be an All American sports star, with his wild curly hair often pulled into a low bun under his helmet, a mischievous smile on his lips. Steve Harrington, however, had the golden boy look down to a t, but you knew for a fact he was just as much trouble as Eddie. They stand before you in their letterman jackets, matching in clothing but completely unique and different from one another in style. 

Steve was the one who’d slipped the note to you during English class. The note that said to meet him and Eddie out here at 4pm. They both knew you had cheer practice then - all the football players knew when the cheerleaders had practice - but the wink he’d give you, along with the wink Eddie gave you over Steve’s shoulder, silenced any protests you may have wanted to make.

And that’s how you find yourself here, smoothing your short skirt down over your thighs as Eddie lights a joint and Steve surveys you with a grin, arms folded over his chest.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show, sweets. Didn’t know you had it in you to be bad and skip practice like this.” You swallow at the nickname, one he’d given you on your first day as a new kid earlier in the year. You’d been assigned to sit between him and Eddie in biology - the teacher had made some comment about needing to split them up anyway - and when you’d taken out a lollipop Steve had laughed and called you “sweets” for the first time.

Meanwhile, Eddie is blowing out a cloud of smoke and shaking his head. 

“Nah, I always knew she had it in her. You like staring at us when you don’t think anyone’s looking. That’s not what good girls do, is it?” 

You feel warmth heating up in your belly but you lift your head as confidently as you can and smirk back at him. 

“And what, you like smoking behind the school to feel like a bad boy?”

Steve lets out a hearty chuckle and Eddie grins wickedly. 

“I prefer the word ‘man,’ but whatever floats your boat, sweetheart,” he says with a wink. Steve grabs the joint Eddie offers and inhales deeply, looking at you over the burning tip. 

“Skipping practice, hanging out with two football players alone...wanna make it a hattrick?” 

“If that’s a sports reference you’re going to have to translate. I don’t speak jock,” you say, a smile teasing at your lips that makes Eddie bark out a laugh. 

Eddie sits beside you on the table and throws a casual arm around your shoulders. 

“He’s asking if you want to get high with us,” he clarifies. A thrill runs up your spine. 

“Sure, why not?” you ask, reaching out your hand towards Steve. His eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he hands you the joint. 

It takes a few moments to get used to the burning sensation and the strain on your lungs, but you’re proud of yourself for not coughing too much and it seems like the boys are, too.

“What d’you think, Harrington? She’s a natural.” Eddie’s still got his arm around your shoulder but now you’re leaning against him, feeling your head start to get light and airy. 

“Sure you haven’t done this before, sweets?” Steve teases. He sits on the bench on your other side, at a lower level than you and Eddie who sit atop the table. His hand slides over your calf and up under your bent knee. You do your best not to shiver. 

“Never smoked. Some of the cheer girls and I broke into my dad’s liquor cabinet once though,” you admit, hoping it’ll impress them. Eddie cocks an eyebrow. 

“See I knew it! Sweets has a naughty streak in her!” You can’t tell if it’s his words or the fact that Steve’s hand has migrated to your thigh which has goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Eddie continues. “So what did you girls get up to? Topless pillow fights?” He waggles his brow at you before passing the joint to you again. 

“That’s something straight out of a teenage boy’s fantasy,” you scoff, trying to will your heartbeat into check. 

“Who do you think you’re talking to, baby?” Steve says with a grin. 

“So that’s what you fantasize about? A bunch of girls having topless pillow fights?” 

“Nahhh,” Eddie says, feigning bashfulness and swiping at the air. Then he looks you dead in the eye. “Not a bunch of girls, just you.”

Your stomach flips. But you don’t miss a beat. 

“Just me isn’t much of a pillow fight.”

“Ooo she’s sharp, Munson,” Steve cries out. “Not sure how you manage it with all these curves.” His grip tightens on your fleshy thigh and you intake breath sharply. 

The heat in your stomach drops to your core. You never got a lot of male attention in your old school, so when you’d first met Steve and Eddie, their flirtatious ways had alarmed you. Your instinct was to believe they were fucking with you, but as time went on they wore you down. They were such an outrageous pair, tag teaming you with teasing compliments and questions and attention. 

When Eddie ran into you in the halls he’d always stop what he was doing, even mid conversation with other jocks, and ask how your day was while cheekily batting at the hem of your skirt. 

Steve always demanded to be partners with you in English when the teacher divided people into pairs, giving you a roguish smile and exclaiming things like “I’d say you’re the brains and I’m the beauty, but you’re hot enough to be both, so where does that leave me, sweets?” 

Together they kept your mind spinning every day. You weren’t exactly friends with the two of them, but they ate up a lot of your time and energy and you’d begun to feel so wound up that you felt like you’d soon burst if the tension didn’t lessen somehow. 

“You say that to all the girls, Steve?” you ask quietly in response to his comment about your curves. Eddie’s hand joins Steve, curling around the roundness of your other thigh. Steve grins. 

“Of course not. No girl’s got curves like you.” He says it simply, with a shrug. Like he’s not causing your heart to palpitate in your chest. Eddie’s hand slides up and down the length of your thigh, getting closer to the hem of your skirt on each upward movement. 

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know the effect you have on us.” Steve says. You’re looking down to the right to watch him as he speaks, but Eddie grabs your chin and turns you to look at him just as Steve moves up to sit on your other side on the table. 

“Running up on that field with this body.” Eddie says the word ‘body’ like it’s obscene. 

Steve’s hand is the one to grab your chin now, bringing you back to look at him.

“Jumping and bouncing and...” Steve trails off shaking his head with a fond chuckle. “Fuck. We see you scanning the sidelines during your little routine.” 

Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder, his face nuzzling against your neck making you gasp. 

“We see how your face lights up when you see us there. Watching you, sweets.” 

Your jaw works but nothing comes out. You’re way too overstimulated. Fighting through the haze of your high and all of the ways that they are pressing in and touching you and speaking and filling your senses. 

“You gonna deny it, sweetheart?” Eddie practically purrs. You hold your breath for a second and then shake your head slowly. You’re staring straight ahead at this point but you feel both boys fidget in their seats at your response. Steve hums in approval. 

“The only question left is...which one of us are you really looking at?” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice even though you can’t see it. Eddie is still draped over you, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other arm around your shoulders while his chin rests on your shoulder. 

“Which one of us do you want?” Eddie asks, his voice low and vibrating into your bones. 

You don’t think. You don’t stop to consider for even a second. Your voice is breathy but the word is sure. 

“Both.” 

What happens next happens in a flash. 

Suddenly you’re yanked up and onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. His mouth attaches to your neck and that would be enough to send you to the fucking moon but then Steve Harrington’s hand is on your opposite jaw, holding you still as he moves in and arrests your mouth in a searing kiss. 

The sensations are overwhelming. You can’t even begin to process what is happening, but your body responds naturally to the stimulation, giving into the pleasure of receiving everything it had barely even dared to desire. 

“Harrington, let her breathe, fuck!” Eddie grumbles, pulling away from where he’d been sucking on your neck. Steve obliges and you gasp, only then realizing how lightheaded you’d become from lack of oxygen. You only get a second’s reprieve before Eddie is yanking you by the back of the head towards him and sealing his mouth to yours. 

“Oh real nice, Munson. That’s letting her breathe,” Steve says sarcastically. He does, however, shift his focus to go to town on the side of your neck closest to him, no doubt blooming twin hickeys that would match the ones Eddie had sucked on the other side. 

At first your hands don’t know what to do, but then they take on a life of their own. Winding up so that your hands can did into the hair at the napes of both boys’ necks. Pulling them in and keeping them against you, willing their mouths to continue devastating you in this way. 

It’s Eddie who finally puts a stop to everything, pulling away from your mouth - though you lean forward to chase his lips with a whine - and yanking Steve back from your neck as well. 

“Having a good time?” Eddie asks with a smirk. Your eyes, which have been squeezed shut until he speaks, crack open and you blink at him, turning to blink at Steve as well. 

They both look so fucking good. Their lips kiss-bruised and wet, their hair a little mussed, but otherwise both still handsome as ever. Meanwhile you probably look disheveled as fuck. It’s unfair and you pout about but Steve laughs. 

“I think she’s upset that we stopped. Aren’t you, sweets?”

You lean forward to try and kiss Steve, practically crazed at this point and needing to go back to drowning in their attention. He holds you back a bit with a grin and Eddie places a hand on your cheek, dragging your attention back to him. 

“Want to take this party on the road, sweetheart?” 

~*~

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[midnightreid]

Strung | Eddie x Steve x Reader

Summary: Eddie's always liked dishing out punishments, and when Steve fucks up, it's up to you and Eddie to make sure he learns his lesson. GN! READER!

Warnings: 18+ CONTENT, minors DNI. Dom! Reader, Dom! Eddie, Sub! Steve. Handcuffs, oral (male receiving) protected sex, pet names, teasing, edging, cum swallowing, slight s&m play, aftercare, kissing, vibrators!

Request: No

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Another Steddie x Reader fic for you all! This took me a while to figure out, and as you'll notice it is GN! for the reader, because I wanted everyone to be able to read it, plus I'm wanting to do more gn! reader fics. Enjoy!

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The buzzing was the first thing you heard when you made it up the stairs of Steve’s second floor. It wasn’t loud, more like a faint sound that could nearly be mistaken for being outside, but as you got closer and closer to his bedroom door, you knew exactly where the noise was coming from. 

When Eddie told you he was heading to Steve’s after his shift ended at the record store, you could tell the metal head had something devious in his mind. Sure, you wanted to know what, wanted to know why, but you also knew it would be a better surprise. And undoubtedly, Eddie wasn’t going to be the one to spill secrets so easily. 

“Look, I’m not telling you anything, baby. But just know, our boy is in for it when I see him later.” That was the only thing Eddie said when he came by the diner, picking up some lunch for the two of them and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Come by after your shift, I think Steve would enjoy a night in.” And then the long-haired man was gone, out the door and into his van, leaving you to wonder about the rest of the day. 

It was early evening when you got to Steve’s place, dumped your bag on the kitchen bench, kicked off your sneakers at the front door and quickly made your way up to his room, and when you came through the bedroom door, you nearly fainted at the sight. 

“Oh finally.” Eddie looks up from Steve when he hears you enter, a wicked smirk on his face and dark eyes dancing with a dangerous glee. Steve’s looking like he’s trapped in a mixture of heaven and hell, pain and pleasure, hands cuffed above his head and secured to the headboard, whole body naked and a vibrator resting on his stomach, turned on and buzzing against his skin. “Look here, Stevie, our darling finally joined us.”

Steve only lets out a loud moan, desperate for some sort of touch and friction on his leaking cock. It’s certainly a sight, seeing the man so strung out against the mattress, hair a mess and face scrunched up as the tip of the vibrator brushes against the base of his cock. 

“Holy fuck, Eds. When you said you had a plan and that Steve was in for it, I just thought you were gonna mess with him, not torture.” Eddie’s at your side then, lips sucking at your pulse point without hesitation, hands already under your shirt and sliding over your sides, eliciting a shiver from you. 

“Well, I heard from dear Buckley, that our Stevie boy was flirting with some customers yesterday. You know how he is, always such an attention seeker.” Steve whines at Eddie’s statement, shaking his head furiously, fingers curling as Eddie picks up the vibrator and brushes it against the tip of Steve’s dick.

“Not true…fuck Eddie.” Steve lurches up into the touch, another lot of pre-cum dribbling out of his hard dick, eyes opening for a moment to catch your gaze. “Munson’s got it all wrong, I promise.” You knew that tone, knew that Steve was making up excuses, saying anything he could to try and get out of the punishment that Eddie had planned for him. But you weren’t going to be easy on him either. And he knew that when you moved closer to the bed, sitting on the edge and moving your hand over his chest, catching his nipples with your nails slightly. 

“Oh, hush, pretty boy. If Eddie says you deserved to be punished, then who am I to disagree?” Much to Steve’s relief, you finally kiss him, leaning down and brushing a hand through his sweaty hair, smiling against his lips as he whines into the kiss. 

Eddie’s gone back to toying with him, moving the vibrator up and down Steve’s cock, watching as Steve shivers and shakes from the waves of pleasure. You and Steve both knew Eddie could be a menace when he had all the power, would push the two of you to the brink over and over until he was satisfied, and you couldn’t help but catch the dangerous glint in his eye, suddenly knowing that Steve was in for a lot tonight. 

You loved nights like this when Steve was like putty in your hands and Eddie held all the power over the preppy rich boy. Sure, it was always fun with the two of them, but on nights like this, there was an extra level of pleasure, a strong sense of need and sweet want. The night was all about Steve, punishing him for whatever transgression Eddie thought he committed, and you were just along for the ride. 

“Now, I’m thinking, Stevie here deserves to learn what happens when he’s not the faithful boy he ought to be.” Eddie’s whispering in your ear, lips brushing against your skin and hands shucking your shirt simultaneously, tossing it away to the other side of the room. Steve’s watching the two of you, eyes hooded and lips strung in a firm line. 

“What are you suggesting, Eds?” Eddie’s hands are in your pants then, rubbing right where you need him, firm and creating enough friction that you couldn’t help but buck into him, making him groan in response, already so desperate for you. 

“Oh, come on guys. Stop teasing me!” Steve’s voice is high, glaring at the two of you, but he’s quickly eating his words when you lean forward from Eddie’s grip and pinch the tip of his cock, bringing his rising orgasm to a stuttering stop. 

“Uh, uh. You know the rules, Harrington. You wanna keep talking back, you’ll just get punished more.” Steve throws his head back in response, wanting some sort of release so desperately he was willing to beg for it. But you and Eddie never gave him a chance, especially when Eddie finally tore your jeans off you, discarding your underwear in the process. 

Steve could see everything then, your bare body next to Eddie’s, your already slick thighs, Eddie’s hardening cock, everything so perfect and all for him. Or it should have been all for him, if he didn’t fuck up like he did. 

“Aw, you see that Stevie? Our darling is all ready and perfect for us. Shame you’re not going to get anything tonight.” Eddie’s kissing you, groping at your chest and letting his lips travel up and down your neck, body splayed out between your thighs, the perfect view for Steve to watch the show. And what a show it is, for the both of you, Steve strung out with the vibrator still against his cock, not high enough for him to come, and Eddie touching you right where you need him. 

“You know, Steve looks so pretty there, Eds.” Your voice is breathy, and you feel Eddie nodding behind you, hands on your waist to keep you steady as you lean into Steve’s space. “I wonder what he’ll look like when he’s all covered in come, begging for us.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep speaking like that and you’ll have me blowing too early to make tonight worth it.” Eddie watches you with a grin as you take Steve’s cock in your hand, finally giving the man some sweet relief, his body arching in response. “How about this Stevie? You get to come once with our baby’s hand around your cock, and then we get to choose how to ruin you.” 

Before Eddie’s even finished speaking, Steve is nodding his head furiously, bucking into your touch and whining for you to quicken your pace, making sure not to speak in case you’d inflict more punishments. He’s in heaven, your hand going at just the right speed against his hard and weeping cock that he’s seeing stars, doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not. He wants to last longer, wants to be good for you and Eddie, but after already being teased for nearly an hour by a cruel metal head, Steve knows he’s at his brink. 

Except he’s not ready for your mouth suddenly on him, or Eddie’s lips against his nipples, and soon Steve’s gasping, groaning, screaming into the space of the room, bucking furiously against the bed and fucking your face with no regard for your comfort. You were truly fine with it, happy to see one of your boys so blissed out with pleasure, and when you pull away, leaving a trail of saliva on Steve’s cock, he can’t help but come, falling off the edge. 

Eddie pulls away, not wanting to overstimulate Steve too much, and turns back to you, a hand going to your head and pulling you into him, kissing you with a speed you didn’t quite expect. It’s not fast, more slow and gentle, but that didn’t mean Eddie suddenly wanted to slow things down, you knew he was just getting started when his hand went to the apex of your thighs, fingers gliding over where you needed him the most. 

“I think, it’s time we get our own back, sweetheart. You ready for Steve’s cock?” Eddie’s already put a condom on Steve, not even needing to hear your very firm “yes” or see Steve’s wanting nods. You’re already ready for Steve, followed the directions Eddie gave you before he left you at the diner, and when you sink down onto Steve, it doesn’t take you long to adjust to his girth or length. 

It’s perfect, the feel of him inside you, the way his fists clenched, the way his eyes roll back in pleasure. Eddie’s watching with a smirk, hand working over his cock as he motions you to start moving on Steve, give him the pleasure you both think he deserves. 

“Stevie, look at me for a second, doll. I’m gonna use your mouth now, but if you need to stop at all, you drop this bell.” Eddie presses the small bell into one of Steve’s hands, and the younger man is looking at him with such affection even as you ride against him, his cock finally hitting that perfect spot inside you. 

And then Eddie’s sliding into his mouth, not giving the man any time to adjust or take a breath. Steve’s already spluttering, but Eddie doesn’t care, just wants what’s his, and starts pumping his cock into Steve’s mouth. You know what Steve’s mouth can do, had him between your thighs more times than you can count at this point, and when Eddie lets out a guttural groan and leans against the headboard, you know exactly how he feels. 

“Fuck, look out our boy, sweetheart. Such a slut for both of us. I reckon if we asked him to do anything right now he wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.” Eddie’s chuckling, a hand in Steve’s hair to angle his mouth the way the metalhead wants it, and you can’t help but shiver, leaning in so your hands rest against Steve’s chest. Eddie’s watching you shift your hips on Steve’s cock, running a hand up your back in an attempt to soothe you from the pleasure that has started to rack your body. 

“Oh, I think I have the perfect idea then.” You’re looking right at Steve as you suddenly lift yourself off his cock, emitting a whine from the sweaty boy. “Aw, poor baby boy, so close to coming, aren’t you?” You’re resting on his thighs, and Steve might die right there when you leave his cock, letting it bob against his stomach, so close to another orgasm. “How about this, Steve? You make me cum first, and you might get to come afterwards, but before Eddie.” Eddie’s laughing then, knowing you’re offering Steve a deal he can’t refuse, even though he feels like he’s at the brink, but he’s still nodding, cock poking the inside of his mouth as Eddie still uses him like a breathing cock sleeve. 

You’re riding Steve again, then, rough and fast and exactly how you need it. And he’s whining against Eddie’s cock, the sound muffled and wet in his mouth, his hands clenched closed and eyelids fluttering in delight. 

The edge is getting closer and closer for you, his cock hitting all the right places, and when Eddie leans over and nips at your neck, tweaks one of your nipples, you’re falling over that edge. It’s perfect, both boys not being able to look away as your body wracks with aftershocks and you ride the rest of your orgasm, skin sweaty and eyes closed in pleasure. It’s such a sight that Steve can’t hold back his own orgasm, crying out loudly and filling the condom. His body is arching, Eddie quickly pulling his cock from Steve’s mouth so the man underneath him can breathe, and Steve can’t help but shake and gasp, overwhelmed with his own pleasure, eyes clenched shut when you slowly release him, letting his softening cock hit his stomach. 

Everyone is silent for a moment, Eddie’s eyes wide and grin shining in the darkness of the room, and Steve and you both needed some time to gain your breath back, leaning against each other. 

“Holy shit, if I knew tonight was going to end like that, I would have cuffed you a lot sooner, Harrington.” Eddie’s voice is soft, still stunned as you and Steve lay in a pile, too blissed out to do anything else. But Eddie can take care of himself, wants to do it himself, and Steve lets out no objection when Eddie cums on his chest, a small moan escaping when the fluid hits his skin, Eddie sinking into the mattress next to the both of you. 

After a couple of minutes of stillness, Eddie’s uncuffed Steve’s hands and rubbed his wrists, making sure his skin wasn’t cut or rubbed too hard. Steve’s finally come down from his high, but now he’s feeling sticky and gross, and wants nothing else but a hot shower and maybe some takeout before the three of you collapse into his bed. With clean sheets of course.

You’re moving around, a wash cloth from the bathroom in your hand to wipe down you and Steve, breath mints for Steve and the lotion Eddie uses after putting restraints on someone. It’s a methodical system, each attending to the other when needed, and it works well for the three of you. And soon you’re all in Steve’s obscenely big shower, the three of you under the hot spray of water, hands against skin, lips against pulses and soap suds in hair (and Eddie’s eye much to his annoyance.) 

It’s this perfect picture, the three of you somehow managing to make it work when the forces of the world are against it. And no one argues when Steve picks up the phone and orders burgers with fries, Eddie chooses some dumb horror movie none of you will watch, and you make the bed with clean sheets. 

“We…we didn’t go too hard with you, did we, Harrington?” It’s only later when Eddie asks the question, resting against the headboard of the bed with your head in his lap and Steve’s side resting against his. You can see Steve shaking his head, chewing his food before answering the older man. 

“Eds, you know I would have told you if you were. I would have dropped the bell or used the safeword.” Eddie lets out a sigh in relief because he knows Steve is right, knows that Steve won’t put himself in harm's way with the two of you. In scenes like that, you’re there to look after him, and he’s not going to break that trust just for some moments of pleasure. “Also, to be honest…I think I like the vibrator.” Steve’s sheepish now, but you and Eddie are grinning at each other, happy with the result and that confession. 

“We’ll keep that in mind, baby. Now hush, the both of you. I’m trying to watch the movie.” Eddie and Steve laugh at your final statement, knowing you’re not really watching, but they shut up anyway, exchanging soft kisses and hand squeezes. 

It’s not conventional, the three of you, nor is it simple or always sweet and always perfect. But it’s good, and fun and what you need in this moment of time. And if that’s the little slice of paradise you get right now, then you’ll take it. You’d rather that than be strung tight all the time.

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 2k (i may have overdone the "short" blurb promise lmao)

A/N: man, this got away from me hahaha. enjoy! and thank you! 💜

Your mom knocks on your door to tell you, "Sweetie, those nice young men you work with are at the door! I'm just gonna send them up, we're heading out for the night, feel better!"

You groan into your pillow before sitting up on your bed. You hadn't called in sick at Family Video today because you were actually sick - it was because you've been trying to avoid the fact that you've been harbouring a crush on both of them for so long that you know that there's no choosing either one of them without still having feelings for the other, so you've been trying to avoid working with them until you can find somewhere else.

The boys seem to make themselves instantly at home, throwing themselves onto your bed, either side of you. "What's up, patient zero?" Eddie smirks. "Thought we'd come and see what's got you down."

"Oh... You know, nothing major, I'll be on my feet soon enough, you don't need to check in on me, really," you shake your head, but Steve hums in disbelief.

"Hmm, I dunno. What are your symptoms, hm? Feeling warm, even though you've got the AC on in here?" You feel your already flushed face get even hotter, trying desperately to will it to be less obvious. "Especially with that short little set you've got on," he comments, cocking his head to look down your body.

"I don't... What are you...?" You ask, shuffling yourself from side to side as you chew your lip nervously.

"Ah, is lip biting a symptom, too, sweetheart? Breathing getting all ragged, toes curling..." Eddie purrs as he narrates every little thing you're doing. This is either about to be the most embarrassing night of your life, or the greatest. "Because if that's the case, you've been symptomatic pretty much every time you've been around us. Wouldn't you agree, Steve?"

He nods, "Oh, yeah. Totally. Now, of course, we could be wrong. But..." He starts running his fingers up and down your arms. "I don't think we are. Are we?"

You shake your head in defeat, still not able to look either of them in the eye, but Eddie catches onto that, tipping your chin up to look at him. "Gonna need you to find your voice, little bunny. You want this?"

"Y- Are you... B- Both?" Are the only words you can say.

"Well, see, we already know each other pretty well," Steve explains, "but we also have a little bet going on, Eddie and I." He props himself up and moves you with him so that he's spooning you. His voice is in your ear as he continues, "I always thought you were shy around us because you just wanted to get the job done, but Eddie here thought that shy girls are secretly the horniest."

"And judging by the way your thighs just clenched there..." Eddie glances down at your legs before looking back up to you and grinning, "And those gorgeous fuck-me eyes? Thank you for proving me right, sweetheart."

"We just wanna get to know you a little better, too, bunny," Steve coos the same nickname Eddie had given you, making you whine. "Will you let us?" he asks in the same tone, and you nod, until Eddie gives you a look of warning.

"Y-yes. Yes, I will," you nod, and Eddie leans in while pulling you closer to press a kiss to your lips.

"Thaaat's our good bunny," he soothes, running his thumb over your lower lip. "You like that name, don't you?" You squeak out an mm-hm, and Eddie looks over your shoulder at Steve, whose hands have been happily wandering all over your body. "Why don't you sit up by the headboard, Stevie? Let her sit between your legs."

"Good thinking, Munson," Steve replies, and you willingly move with them until Steve's sitting in the middle of your bed, you're between his legs, and Eddie's sitting at the foot of your bed. "You comfy, bunny?" he asks, and you nod. "C'mere, lean your back on me, let me put my arms around you. And remember, you can always tell us to stop, 'kay?" He moves a hand to tip your jaw so that he can kiss your neck. "Y'like that?" he asks softly.

At the same time, Eddie, who's been toying with the hem of your pyjama shorts, asks, "Can I take these off?"

You nod, "B-both. Yes to both, please," you whine, and they both chuckle knowingly at each other as Steve continues to kiss your neck while you lift your hips to help Eddie take your shorts off.

"Oh, bunny, your panties are soaked," Eddie comments with a wide smile. "You should see this, Steve, it's really something."

"Aww, I bet she was already wet from thinking about us before we even got here," Steve speculates, and you can hear the smirk in his tone. "Calling in sick, making us work like dogs for her, while she lays right here imagining all kinds of filth." You whine, and feel Steve trying desperately to buck against you at the sound. "C'mon, baby, face me," he pushes your face around until he can lean over to start making out with you, and Eddie taps your hips.

"Up, sweetheart, I need these off, too," he commands, and you comply, wriggling around until he's pulled them off entirely. He looks up at Steve, "Spread her legs wide for me, Harrington."

Steve reaches his large hands down to grip the insides of your thighs, pushing them apart. "God, look at you," he mutters into your ear in the same crooning tone as earlier. "What would people say, huh? If they knew the shy, quiet little cashier that gives them their Friday night movies is secretly a little slut?"

You feel yourself clench at his words, and Eddie makes a sound of awe. "Oh, she really liked that nickname."

"Of course she did. She's our dirty little girl now, aren't you?" His sweet tone and nose nuzzling under your ear completely contradict his filthy language. It only turns you on more.

"You want my fingers in there, baby? Want something to fill that pretty little pussy up?" Eddie purrs, and you nod. He sinks one inside of you and you throw your head back against Steve's chest, reaching up to grip his hair and pull his head down.

He chuckles against your shoulder. "Do his fingers feel good, bunny?" You nod, and he laughs again. "Wanna feel even better?" You nod more vigorously, and Steve pushes the straps of your pyjama top down and pulls your breasts out. "Oh, doesn't that feel so much better, having them out like this? Mmm, and they fit in my hands so perfectly..."

"Fuck, this is so hot, I need to taste you," Eddie groans as he buries his face between your legs just as Steve starts massaging your nipples, sucking marks into your neck. You cry out a high-pitched wail of ecstasy, and both men moan, too. Eddie surfaces to grin, "You still good, bunny?"

Before you can answer, Steve mirrors him with an, "Of course she is, Eds, look at her. She'll do anything to please us, won't you? You adorable little fucktoy, is that what you want to be for us?" You slide down Steve's chest, tilting your head up to look up at him desperately, barely able to string your words together. "Oh, sweet baby, are you close already?" He asks, massaging your hair, and you nod. "You wanna feed Eddie, yeah? Ride his face until you cover him?" You whine desperately, bucking against Eddie's lips as his tongue buries inside of you. You come apart between the two of them, and they soothe sweet nothings to you the whole time.

Eddie clambers over to again hold your chin, asking softly, "Wanna taste yourself on me, bunny?" You nod and he closes the distance to guide you into an opened-mouth kiss, running his tongue along yours.

"She's so beautiful when she comes, isn't she?" Steve purrs, and Eddie hums into your kiss.

He leans away to tell you, "Lean across the bed, sweetheart. Let your head hang off the edge a little." You nod, shuffling away as Eddie and Steve also move to give you space, throwing their clothes off in the process. "Such a good, sweet bunny," Eddie coos as he looks down at you, walking around your bed. "Now, this time, I'm gonna be up here so you can suck me off while Steve gets to fuck that sweet pussy of yours. Sound good?" You nod, and he smiles down at you, "Good. Just let us take care of you."

Both men enter you at the same time, and you cry out around Eddie's cock. They find their rhythm as Steve moans, "Fuck, bunny, you're so tight."

"And taking my cock so well, too," Eddie grins. "Such a good girl for us."

"Mmm, I wish you could see how filthy you look, baby. Getting your pussy filled while you're getting your throat fucked, such a bad girl for us." Your moans tickle the base of Eddie's cock, causing him to buck enough to make you gag ever so slightly.

He pulls back to groan, throwing his head back. "God, I'm not gonna last much longer. You?" He asks Steve, who shakes his head. They both look down as you whimper loudly. "What's up, bunny?"

You move your mouth wordlessly, and Steve chuckles. "You all fucked out, huh? C'mon, little bunny, your words are in there somewhere."

You reach down to point to where Steve's buried inside of you and look up to Eddie to whine, "B- Both. Please."

They look at you, and then each other, with wide eyes. "You want us both to come inside you?" You nod, and they both moan. Eddie shakes his head, "You better be close, Stevie, or get outta the way."

Steve pushes your legs up and out, leaning over you to snap his hips harsher until he climaxes, savouring every last thrust until Eddie all but pulls him out from you.

He quickly takes Steve's place - he's not as thick, but he's longer - and you can feel him fucking Steve's cum deeper into you. Steve walks over to bend down where your head hangs, stroking your face and cooing, "Such a dirty little bunny, aren't you? Huh? Gonna take both our loads? Yeah?" You nod desperately, and Eddie starts groaning loudly.

"Fuck, say - say m'na- my name, say it, sweetheart. Want you screaming it while I - fuck, come inside you," he growls.

You cry out his name, writhing as he fills you up, watching in delight as he slowly pulls out of your cum-soaked pussy.

After you've all taken a moment to recover and clean up, and you're all laying on your bed again, you finally manage to ask, "Can I ask what the fuck that all was?!"

Eddie chuckles, "Well, we sorta figured out you were into the both of us. We talked about it a lot, and since we're no strangers to fooling around ourselves, we thought it'd make sense to bring you into the picture, too."

"Right, but we also knew that you'd never tell us, even if we asked," Steve adds pointedly. "So, we just sorta decided to... Just show up and act like it was gonna happen anyway. And it did!"

"You... Fool around together?" You ask, and they both nod.

"Usually, yeah. But we already agreed, we wanted that to be all about making you feel good, first." Eddie rolls over and taps your nose.

"So, next time..." You start, playing your fingers together, and the men both start laughing.

"Wow, we fuck the shyness out of her one time and she's already planning round two," Steve teases, making you laugh.

"Oh my god, okay, just for that, both of you out," you point to your door, but Eddie takes your hand and gently guides it back to rest somewhere between the three of you, and he and Steve sandwich you.

"You don't mean that, do you, bunny?" he asks in that crooning tone, which Steve copies as he shuffles close enough that the tips of your noses touch.

"Of course you don't. We're not going anywhere." He kisses your nose as Eddie leans up to kiss your cheek, and you look happily between the two of them as they kiss each other, too.

Your letter of resignation can wait for now.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steddie x reader smut #*2kcelebration #*myfics #fic: steddie x

[denim-mixtapes]

Stained Skin (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Reader)

Word Count: 1.8k Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/F!Reader Warnings/Tags: Language, implied smut, pet names instead of y/n (Sweetheart, angel, gorgeous), alcohol mention, dumb horny distractable boys, one brief mention of blood, improper tattoo aftercare (don't,,,let people touch your fresh tattoo, loser) lame set up for a potential part 2. Summary: The scavenger hunt is on when you tell your boys there's a surprise hidden somewhere on your body, but not what or where it is.

The second you arrive home from the tattoo shop, you’re reaching for the phone, buzzing with adrenaline as you pull it from the wall. 

You call Eddie at home, no answer, which isn’t a shock. He’s usually never there alone, he’s always either with you at your place or bugging Steve and Robin at work. Then, Steve, again no answer. Finally, punching in the number for Family Video, you find success. 

Robin answers, customer service voice dripping with sincerity when she greets you. You force back a laugh at the fake tone. 

“Hey Rob, it’s me,” you say, and can practically hear the friendly persona melting off of her when she sighs. “Are my boys there?” 

“You want the one that actually works here or the squatter?” 

“Hmm,” you finally let out the laugh and lean on the wall, twisting the phone cord with your finger absentmindedly. “Gimme Eddie, let Steve do his job.” 

“Oh yeah, cause he’s getting so much work done now. Hang on,” there’s a crackling on the other line and a thump where she must have set the phone on the counter. “Hey dingus! No- not you, the pretty one…” Her voice trails off as she walks further away from the phone, there’s a protest from Steve and a friendly argument in the background before the phone is picked up again. 

Eddie’s voice through the phone sparks in your ears and with the excitement already prickling your skin, it sends shivers down your spine. “Hey sweetheart…miss me?” 

“Always,” you breathe. “You keeping Stevie busy at work?” 

He laughs, repeating your answer of, “always,” pointedly. “But I know that’s not why you called.” 

Leaning against the wall, you look down and play with the hem of your skirt to reveal your new ink, biting back a smile. “You’re right. I gotta surprise for you guys.” 

“Oh? Do tell.” 

“That wouldn’t be much of a surprise would it?” 

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t tease,” his tone is hushed, and in the background you hear Steve greet a round of customers. “Give me a hint at least? It’ll still be a surprise to Steve.” 

His tone is so sickly sweet, the way he always sounds when he knows he’s going to get what he wants. You take another glance at the dark ink staining your skin and throw your surprise idea out the window, just itching to hear his reaction. 

“Okay but absolutely do not tell him, I want a genuine reaction from one of you at least.” 

You can practically see him miming the gesture as he says, “cross my heart.” 

“‘Kay,” a brief pause, and you giggle at his patient silence, “I got a tattoo.” 

Instead of a verbal reaction at first, he only gives a light gasp, a slow intake of air that gets caught in his throat as he contemplates all the possibilities of what it could be, where it could be. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell us where you were going after work today?” 

“Mhm,” you hum, “thought it would be fun to show instead of tell, once it was done.” 

“Well come on down!” He says, his volume rising with his excitement, “Why wait? We’re both at the store, why not stop by?” 

Butterflies flutter in your stomach as you think of your response. Dropping your skirt, you shake your head, knowing full well that he can’t actually see the motion. “It’s not exactly…public appropriate.” 

There’s no response. Another long pause and the slam of his open palm against the countertop, and he yells away from the phone, “Harrington! When are you off?” Steve’s mumbled response can’t be heard clearly through the receiver. “Good. We gotta go get our girl. Are you home, angel?” You give another small sound of confirmation, and he continues, “Okay, stay put, we’ll be there soon.” 

Both of you say your goodbyes, and a glance at the clock tells you that it is, in fact, almost time for Steve to be off. Well, in about a half an hour that is, but you’re sure with Eddie’s prompting and those damn puppy dog eyes he could convince him to knock off early. He would owe Robin big time, but she’d let him go and close up alone. 

While you wait for them to arrive at your apartment, you decide to swap out the miniskirt that you wore to your tattoo appointment (now stained with ink and dried up blood) for a cleaner, slightly longer one that covers the whole design. You put on a record, grab a beer from the fridge, and hop up onto the kitchen counter with a wince to flip through whatever magazine is closest while you wait. 

They’re beating down your door in minutes, scuffling with each other behind it, bickering like they always do. Eddie is the one knocking, if the rapid excitement behind it tells you anything. Steve is no doubt trying to push him out of the way to let them in with his spare key. You hop off the counter and go to let them in, only to see both men dropping the play-fight to act as natural as possible, leaning on opposite sides of the doorway and smiling back at you coolly. 

“Boys,” you greet with a smile of your own, backing up with a hand still on the doorknob to let them inside. 

“Sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is low as he stalks up to you, backing you in against the counter and looking over as much of your exposed skin as he can. Finding nothing, his hungry gaze meets yours and he’s pulling you by the nape of your neck in a feverish hello kiss. 

Shadow covers you both as Steve appears behind him, leaning into the two of you to rest his palms on top of Eddie’s, caging you both in. 

You brighten as he leans down over a leather clad shoulder to kiss you too, happily calling out his name and a soft, innocent, “baby, hi! How was your day?” 

“Would either of you care to tell me why I now owe Robin a no-questions-asked shift change because I was practically dragged out of work early today?” He asks, brow raised and a stern look in his eye. 

You grin at Eddie, lip caught between your teeth, and exchange a playful look with the one boyfriend who is in on your secret. He turns in the embrace as best he can to kiss the corner of the frown pulling at the other man’s lips. “Our angel’s got a surprise for us, Stevie, and I was sittin’ on some delicious information that I didn’t think you would want to wait any longer to hear.” 

“Oh yeah?” Steve’s eyes darken as they turn back to you. He doesn’t know what he’s in for, but the tone of Eddie’s voice and the way you’re looking at them both through heavy lids and fidgeting in the way you always do when you’re hiding something tells him he’s going to like whatever it is. “What is it, gorgeous?” 

“What is it with you guys and surprises?” You chuckle, pushing on Eddie’s shoulder so they both back up and let you stand fully. “If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise! You gotta find it.” 

Another laugh rips through you when Eddie takes your hand and twirls you dramatically, looking your body up and down once again. Your skirt ruffles around your calves and he eyes the newly uncovered patch of skin carefully. When you come to a stop in his arms, he’s rolling up the sleeves of the baggy henley you’re wearing and inspecting the skin there, too. 

Following Eddie's lead, Steve turns his attention to you, hands roaming your body, caressing every curve he finds, smirking at the both of you when he reaches the knot in the front of your shirt. “Is it that you’re wearing my shirt again?” He teases, pulling at the knot until the shirt falls slack on your frame, “that isn’t really a surprise. You do that every day.” 

“Nope,” you grin cheekily, “but it might be under the shirt?”

Arms raised above your head, two sets of hands eagerly pull at the hem of the top, pulling it up and over your head and thrown to the side. Eddie turns you gingerly again, slowly this time, both of their eyes practically devour you. You feel the heat of their stares, and when you’ve done a full circle, hands on your hips bring you to a halt. He’s about to protest that he doesn’t see anything but then you hiss at the touch, the fresh tattoo under Eddie’s tight grip stinging, warm. Knowing eyes fall to where his hand rests on your hip, and he lets go as if you burned him. He falls to his knees and presses his lips to the skin by your waistband, meeting your gaze quizzically when your breath hitches. 

You nod, looking between the two men with a shy, bitten smile as Eddie lifts the hem of the skirt to reveal the new tattoo. It crawls up your outer thigh, up over your hip bone and onto your buttocks just slightly. The view is unobstructed, your panties long forgotten the second you got home. 

They both breathe their reactions, a chorus of “oh” and “fuck me, Christ, you’re gorgeous” that sends heat straight to your bare core. 

With his free hand, Eddie traces along one of the more prominent outlines in admiration, earning another hiss from you, pleasurable pain taking over your senses. The way their eyes are glued to you has you squirming, but Steve still stands rooted to the spot, not having said anything past his initial, oh. Pride swells in your chest at the fact that you’ve rendered Steve Harrington – a man who never shuts up – speechless, not for the first time. 

Reaching down to the one at your feet, you run your fingers through his dark, unruly hair, your gaze still fixated on Steve. 

“We know how Munson feels,” you smirk, nodding toward Eddie when you regard him and nibbling on your bottom lip. “What’cha think, Stevie?” 

Finally, he stalks toward you and grabs your cheeks posessively. He mumbles a broken, “you’re fucking incredible,” before licking into your parted lips eagerly. 

Below you, Eddie tugs the elastic waistband of your skirt down your legs gingerly, taking care to not not to drag it across your tender skin and lips following along behind it on the way down. 

You sigh a soft moan into Steve’s mouth, brain already short circuiting at the promise of what’s to come, and you can’t help but think…if this is how they react to this new tattoo, who knows how eager they’ll both be when you come home next week with pierced nipples.

#steve harrington/eddie munson/reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steve harrington/reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington/eddie munson/you #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie/reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #smut #?? kinda? #idk what to call this genre #soft smut #lets go with that

[awkwardlioness]

Never Have I Ever

Summary: It's Friday night, the night that you always hang out with your best friend, Eddie. But when you show up to his trailer, you see that he has an unexpected visitor...

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x (fem) Reader

Word count: 6.7k (whoops lol)

Rating: Smutty as hell, explicit, 18+, mdni!

Fic warnings: Alcohol and weed, dirty talk, softish dom!eddie, praise kink if you squint, fingering, handcuffs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal and anal sex, spanking, basically porn with a lil bit of plot and some fluff at the end.

Author's notes: Y'all, I haven't written a fic in years, so please go easy on me. Steddie just does something to me and I'm absolutely feral for these two.

You roll your windows down to let the summer air dance its way into your car. The hot breeze feels nice on your face as your hair whips around in front of you. You glance down at your hands on the wheel and your freshly-painted nails catch your eye. The black polish glistens in the golden-hour sun. Various rings clad your fingers. The silver bird one on your left pinky was a birthday gift last year. Eddie gave it to you while you were sitting outside of his trailer, sleepy after a long night of smoking weed, singing along to your favorite songs, and dancing like idiots. You remember the tears instantly filling your eyes because he remembered. He really remembered. You had told the story of a silver bird ring from your childhood that you had lost years ago, and he fucking remembered. 

You wince at the smell of your perfume filling your nostrils. You usually aren’t one to douse yourself with a sultry scent, but tonight was different. Nearly every Friday night for the last handful of years, you had hung out at Eddie’s trailer, getting obliteratingly high and watching movies or taking turns picking records to blast all night. This Friday night was just different. Over the last month or so, Eddie had started to snuggle closer into your body, planting innocent little kisses on your forehead, or holding on extra tight to your frame as he whispered “goodnight, drive safe” through sleepy lips. As he continued to move his body closer to yours every Friday, tracing his fingers over your jawline, mumbling sweet words into the nape of your neck… He also somehow became more distant. You began to notice hickeys under his neckline and condoms wrappers in between the sofa cushions. 

You weren’t his. You were his best friend, but you were beginning to feel like more than that. You were confused and lost. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anything going on with anyone else, but you also knew that your lips weren’t the lips to caress his collarbones and leave bruises. You knew that your teeth weren’t the ones to leave soft bite marks on the back of his neck, bite marks that you had seen when he was sitting in front of you with his hair up in a messy bun a few movie nights ago.

You subconsciously note the car parked in your usual spot in front of Eddie’s trailer as your tires skid across the gravel. You put your car in park and twist the keys out of the ignition, smelling the sweet smell of weed float out of the trailer and into your nose. Your eyebrows then furrow, wondering why Eddie started smoking without you. You toss your car keys into your bag, throwing its strap over your shoulder. You fidget with the soft cloth of your Black Sabbath t-shirt as it clings onto the lacey fabric of your bra. You’re slightly uncomfortable in the matching black thong and bra that you and Robin had picked out for tonight, but you also feel confident and excited because of it. You’re hopeful that tonight can be the night you tell Eddie how you feel, extinguishing the brief flame that he’s been having with someone else. 

As you approach the door, you hear the loud thumping of metal music. Your lips curl into a smile because you had hoped tonight would be a music night instead of a movie night. You start knocking on the door and hear two voices swearing. 

You can sort of make out Eddie yelling “fuck, it’s Friday?!”

Another familiar voice whisper-yells “what’s Friday?!”

You hear shuffling and swearing for a few long moments before your face is met with Eddie’s cheeky grin. 

“You’re early!” he gasps through shallow breaths.

“It’s almost 8:00…” you twist your face in a confused look. His body is blocking the entrance but you catch a glimpse of a body moving quickly in the background and hear its thud onto the sofa. Eddie moves out of your way and you look up into his big brown eyes, fully taking in how he looks tonight. His bangs stick to his forehead with sweat and his lips are wet with saliva. You peer behind him and see a slender figure in a yellow sweater. 

“Is that… Steve Harrington?”

“He… uh…” Eddie stammers, “Drugs!” Steve finishes.

“Yes, drugs! He’s buying drugs off of me!” Eddie exclaims. 

“Okay…” You murmur, brushing the weirdness off. “How are you, Steve?” You smile, confused but excited to see a familiar face. 

“I’m good, y/n. How are you?” Steve forces a polite smile. You manage to mumble a good, thanks in response as your eyes dart around the room. Half-smoked joints everywhere, metal records strewn on top of the coffee table, condom wrappers both on the sofa and the floor. The thick cloud of weed smoke is hitting you as you trip over empty beer bottles. You thought Eddie looked wasted but weren’t sure. Now, as you look down at your boots and see empty beer bottles splayed across the floor, you’re sure he’s drunk. 

“Roll me a joint, Eddie?” You plop down into an armchair, anxiously pulling a pillow over your torso. Eddie readily hands you an already-rolled joint and gestures for you to put it between your lips. You obey and look up at him, doey-eyed as he lights it for you. You inhale and let the smoke fill your lungs before you slowly exhale. You quickly feel it start to hit you.

“So, what the fuck?” Your words escape your lips before you can think. Eddie looks down at you with wide eyes and Steve does the same from across the room. 

“We… uh…”

“Drug deal, remember?” Steve flashes his pearly whites.

“Mmhmm...” you hum, kicking your feet in front of you as they dangle off of the chair, slowly taking more long drags of the joint. You observe as Eddie and Steve share knowing glances from across the room. Steve looks scared, and Eddie looks as if he’s trying to console him. You finish the joint by yourself and get up out of the chair, starting to say “Listen, it’s fine -” before you stumble and almost fall on top of glass bottles, but Eddie catches you. 

“Y/n, you just smoked a lot, are you okay?” A concerned look washes over Eddie’s face. He’s holding you closely, his hot beer breath skimming the top of your head. You put your thumb and index finger together to let him know you’re A-Okay and splurt out “Just peachy! I can take care of myself, m’kay?” He sighs and tenses up slightly.

“Move,” he mutters to Steve, who quickly bolts up and off of the sofa. Eddie guides you over to the sofa and sets you down. “Stay here, okay?” He pleads. You give him the A-Okay signal again, settling into the sofa. Steve and Eddie hurry through the door and you hear arguing outside of the walls. 

The intensity of the high is washing over your entire body. You make a disgusted face as you brush a condom wrapper off of the cushions and onto the floor, and pull a soft blanket over your body. You close your eyes and fall asleep to the sound of Seve and Eddie’s upset voices.

-

You wake up to slender ringed-fingers sliding under your head and lifting your upper body slightly to rest it in Eddie’s lap. You look up and see a sweet grin on Eddie’s face. You feel extremely disoriented and start to panic. Is it because of the ridiculous amount of weed you smoked in a short period of time? Is it because you were just startled awake from a short-lived nap? Is it because you are pretty sure you almost just walked in on Steve Harrington fucking your best friend? Yes, yes, and yes. 

“Oh no, Steve didn’t have to leave!” You start to lift your head up but Eddie begins to gently hush you. “Shh, no no it’s okay, he’s just out getting some beer for himself and some cigs for me.” Your nose turns up and you huff. You hate that he smokes cigarettes, and he knows. He sighs, “I know I know, I should stick to weed, yadda yadda.” You both smile.

“Eddie, really. What’s going on?” You use your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him straight-on. His face and neck start to flush pink and his eyes widen just slightly. There’s a pained look on his face that you can’t quite pinpoint. It’s confused and scared but he also somehow looks relieved. You look into each other's eyes for a moment, and he starts to laugh wryly. 

“I think I’ve fallen in love with two people,” he starts to nervously play with his hair that is now thrown up into a low messy bun. “Two?” He lets out a sigh and brings his thumb to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping off drool as he usually does after you take a high-nap on his sofa. “You, and Harrington.” You softly whisper an oh and start fidgeting with your own rings. You’re fully sat up now, your hands lightly resting on Eddie’s lap, which is where you stare. You’re confused. Eddie has been giving you subtle hints that he has feelings for you for some time, and you’ve noticed the condom wrappers and the hickeys from someone else, but in love? With both of you?

“Eddie, I -” You begin your sentence but are interrupted by Steve fucking Harrington swinging the door open, a six-pack of cheap beer and a gas-station grocery bag in tow. Eddie gives him a soft “hey” before Steve sets the six-pack on the ground and starts rifling through the bag. He frisbee-throws the pack of cigarettes into Eddie’s chest, and displays a small pink box that reads “Good and Plenty.” You smile. “Robin told me this was your favorite candy,” Steve looks incredibly nervous as he slowly walks the candy box to you and sets it in your hands. “Thank you, Steve,” you flash a small smile. 

You think of the kiss you and Steve shared at a party your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior, a very very pretty senior. You were both very drunk and the kiss was sloppy but you still always thought about it. While you weren’t popular in high school, you did catch Steve’s eye. He always thought there was something enticing about you, and you two became flirtatious in the school hallways and at parties. You had a huge crush on him, as did just about every other girl in Hawkins. And Eddie. But Eddie was the freak in high school. The rambunctious kid who brought a metal lunch box full of drugs to school, the weirdo who stood on cafeteria tables and yelled at jocks. You kept quiet, under Eddie’s wing, making sure to not make enemies. Something that you two shared was a crush for Steve Harrington. Your crush was small and short-lived, becoming friendly acquaintances with Steve as you and Robin got closer. You hadn’t really talked to Steve in months, the last time you could think being Robin’s birthday when Steve insisted on buying you a drink and toasting to a “high school fling.”

But Eddie, he was in lust with Steve all throughout high school. Always elbowing you in the ribs when Steve would walk by you in the hallways, losing his composure and asking how you got so lucky to get to kiss him. You usually never saw Eddie like this. Sure, he’d ogle over women in horror movies or tell you about the cute boys at his band’s shows, but he never truly lost his mind. Except for with Steve fucking Harrington. But Steve was straight, right? He was the pretty boy that every girl (and guy) wanted to be with. He would never have given Eddie the time of day in high school. 

“Got anything stronger than beer, Eddie?” You snap out of your thoughts and look up at Eddie inquisitively. “Uh, yeah. Vodka?” You nod. He gets up and starts pouring you a shot as you tear open the box of candy. You’re coming down from your high slightly and you need something else to occupy your mind. Steve slouches down onto the arm chair, cracking open a bottle with a beer opener he pulled out of his vest pocket. As you watch him do this, you notice that it’s Eddie’s denim vest.

“M’lady,” Eddie hands you your shot and you immediately drink it, sucking your teeth and scrunching your face up in disgust afterward. “Another, please.” Eddie shoots a disapproving look your way before complying. He knows you can handle your alcohol, as he’s seen it first-hand. “Fine, but you’re not driving home.” 

“Sleepover!” You giggle, and Steve laughs too, gesturing towards his six-pack and mumbling, “me too.” 

“Ah, Munson’s got the ladies all to himself tonight,” Eddie makes a grand gesture to imply “I’m the shit.” Steve scoffs and takes another sip, looking up at Eddie and saying “I’m no lady, jackass.” Eddie boops Steve’s nose and hands you another shot, planting his lanky body next to yours on the sofa. You drink the vodka, making the same face as before, and exclaim “let’s play a game!” 

“Geez, someone’s back from the dead,” Steve chuckles. 

“She does this,” Eddie joins in on the laugh, “she’ll sleep for like a half an hour after smoking too much, and then always wakes up refreshed and wanting to play games.”

“Never have I ever done coke,” you hear both boys groan and Steve takes a sip of his beer, handing Eddie a bottle from the six-pack. Eddie slides the bottle cap in between his teeth and bites it off, spitting the cap out onto the floor. He takes a long swig, letting out a satisfied sigh after. 

“Never have I ever failed senior year,” Eddie shoots daggers towards Steve as he takes a sip, fake-mad over Steve’s statement. 

“Never have I ever worked in an ice cream shop,” you and Steve both take a sip, you stealing Eddie’s beer out of his hand to do so. You think about the few months you worked at Scoops Ahoy the summer after Steve and Robin did 

“Never have I ever kissed Steve Harrington,” Steve says with a shit-eating grin. You go to grab Eddie’s beer again, but he’s already taking a swig. “As if you don’t kiss your pretty little face in the mirror, slut,” Eddie spits out while handing you his bottle. You see a glimmer in Steve’s eye. He flashes his middle finger in Eddie’s direction, but you can tell that Steve liked what Eddie had called him. 

“Never have I ever fucked Eddie Munson,” you blurt out. 

Steve hesitates for a moment, “I mean, technically I haven’t -”

“Drink up, pretty boy,” Eddie’s cheeky grin grows wider, “it counts.” Steve obeys and Eddie opens the metal lunch box on the coffee table, finding rolling papers and a little baggie of bud. You watch as he starts rolling a fresh joint. You look over and see that Steve is doing the same as you, staring at Eddie’s hands. As Eddie licks the joint, closing it tightly, he cocks an eyebrow and looks between the both of you. He smiles as he notices that you’re both watching him intently. 

Eddie takes a drag and gestures for Steve to come closer towards him. Before you know it, Eddie’s head is tilted up towards Steve’s face, and he’s slowly exhaling smoke into Steve’s open and willing mouth. Steve’s eyes are closed shut and he sharply inhales. Fuck, you think. Steve takes the joint from Eddie’s mouth and looks in your direction with an inquisitive look on his face. You feel your lips curl into a little smile and raise your eyebrows, biting down on your lower lip. This time, it’s Steve’s turn to take a long hit. He’s kneeling in front of the sofa, staring into your eyes with lust. You inhale his smoke and close your mouth momentarily before exhaling it back into his face. 

Eddie’s staring at both of you with wide eyes, clearly excited, “fuck,” he mutters with a hoarse and breathy voice. He adjusts in his seat and lets out a long, heavy sigh. 

"Fuck,” Steve repeats.

“Fuck,” you let out a small laugh. Both boys are looking at you. “I’m so fucked up,” you admit. They both nod, letting you know that the weed and alcohol are definitely affecting them as well. Eddie leans over and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You sigh happily, earning a smile from him. You kiss his cheek and cup his jaw in your hands. Your fingertips slowly creep under his ears and he pulls in, cocking his head slightly to the left. Your lips reach each other, kissing for the first time. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he lets out a quiet groan. Soon, you’re pressing your tongue to his lips before he opens his mouth slightly. You let your tongue explore his front teeth, gliding it along the smooth surfaces. He groans again, slipping his tongue under yours and into your mouth. His strong hands are on the back of your head as you taste beer, weed, and cigarettes. He smells nice. It’s musty and rough, but it’s familiar and calming. You swing your leg over Eddie so you’re in his lap, straddling him. 

“You’re so handsome, Eddie.” He makes a pfft noise before Steve chimes in. “You are. You really are.” Eddie winks at him before smiling in his direction and patting the now-empty spot on the sofa. Steve obliges and sits cross-legged on the cushion, facing you and Eddie. Your arms are loosely wrapped around Eddie’s torso and you turn your head towards Steve.

“Hi,” you whisper to him. 

"Hi,” he responds with a sweet smile. You lean your body off of Eddie’s lap and grab Steve’s face in your hands. Your kiss with Steve is less gentle than the one with Eddie. Romance with Eddie is new, flirting with Steve is something you’ve been doing for years. Steve’s hands are traveling under your shirt and you earn a smirk when his fingers meet the lacey material of your bra. 

“Jesus, y/n” he groans, tugging on the hem of your band t-shirt. You nod and lift your arms up as he quickly slides your top off. You climb into Steve’s lap, colliding into his chest. You moan as his right hand trails down your spine and slips beneath your underwear. He cups your ass in his hand, grinning into the kiss. You feel the weight of the sofa shift as Eddie stands up, grabbing his own shirt with one hand and lifting it over his head. You break the kiss with Steve to look back at Eddie. In the low light of the trailer, the shadows hit Eddie’s body just right. He’s thin, but you can appreciate the sinew of his abdomen and upper arms. His tattoos dance as he flexes his muscles, mocking you for staring at him. 

Steve is kissing your neck now, lightly sucking on the flesh above your collarbone. Eddie settles behind you, kissing the back of your neck. He grabs your hair in one of his hands to move it out of his way, gently digging his teeth into the nape of your neck. You let out a very breathy sigh and feel both boys smile into your skin. You lose your hands in Steve’s thick hair, slightly pulling on his brunette locks. You can tell he likes this, so you tug a little harder. He moans and bites down hard on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back into your pull. With his neck fully exposed, you take advantage of the opportunity to suckle on hickeys that Eddie made earlier tonight. Steve lets out a sharp god damn it as you do so and starts to shimmy out of Eddie’s vest before sliding out of his sweater. You lean into Steve’s body, pleased to finally feel skin-on-skin. He’s so warm against your body, his thick chest hair tickling your chest as your breasts spill out of your bra. Eddie unclasps your bra, letting its straps fall off of your shoulders. You pull it the rest of the way off and playfully toss it behind you, into Eddie’s lap. Steve goes wide-eyed again and you giggle. Eddie glances and sees Steve’s expression, pouting “not fair, I wanna see.” 

You make your way out of Steve’s lap and stand up in front of the sofa. You unbutton your jeans and wiggle your way out of them, exposing your matching underwear. You’re wearing a lacy black high-waisted thong that is pretty see-through on the front and leaves little to the imagination. You gain confidence and turn around, letting the boys take in your perky, round ass. You place your hands on your chest and slowly drag them down your torso, snaking them around to your ass once they reach your hips. You slowly move your hips around as you bend down slightly to slip your socks off. You turn back around to two wide-open jaws. You curl your fingers under the thin straps at your hips and snap the fabric back onto your skin, earning low groans. They're taking in your body. You cup your breasts in your hands and close your eyes. They're too big for your hands, but will be a perfect fit for both Steve and Eddie's big hands. As you lightly massage your boobs, you let out a low moan at how nice they feel against your palms. They're pillowy and smooth and supple. You blow out a strained breath as you pinch your hardened nipples. 

“Y/n, are you serious?” Eddie says, “you’ve looked like that this whole time?” You laugh, nodding. “Some things are new,” you trace your hands over the large tattoo that wraps around your right side, “some things have been this way for years,” you shrug and wink. 

"I knew she looked like this, dumbass," Steve scoffs at Eddie. "You missed out on Robin's pool party a couple years back. She wore a black bikini that barely covered her ass." You blush a little at how they're fawning over you. "And those tits…" Steve starts getting antsy, not able to keep his hips still. 

Eddie slowly runs his hand up and down Steve's thigh. You fidget with your hands, slightly unsure of what to do. You're almost completely exposed in front of them, and you're slightly relieved that they're currently fixated on each other and not on you. Steve bites his lip and looks over at Eddie. He swings his long legs over Eddie's lap and is now straddling Eddie just like you were moments before. He starts working impatiently at Eddie's belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops, snapping it backwards once it's freed. Steve's fingers linger on the black leather and he smiles cheekily, "use this on me, please." Eddie grins back and nods his head up and down slowly, clearly excited at the idea. Steve and Eddie's lips are smashing together now and the two of them are embraced in a passionate kiss. Steve's strong, tanned hands are entangled in Eddie's hair and Eddie's ringed fingers are wandering up and down Steve's back. You note the constellations of freckles and moles that litter his lightly-muscled back and arms. He's perfect, you think as your right hand wanders down your abdomen, peaking its way under the front of your thong. You watch them feverishly make out, eager hands wandering and low groans escaping from their occupied mouths. 

Your fingers meet your clit and you surprise yourself with the primal noise that breaks out of your lips. Steve snaps his head back to look at you with lust-filled eyes. Eddie peaks around Steve's body to get a good look at you. 

"Fuck, she's touching herself, man," Steve breathes, panting from his kiss with Eddie. 

"Poor thing," Eddie coos, "she's being neglected." You pout, agreeing with his statement. "Y/n," Eddie says in a sing-songy way, "c'mere." You slide your hand out of your panties and obey, kneeling and crawling your way towards them. Steve quickly stumbles off of Eddie's lap and joins you on the ground, on his knees. You watch as Eddie's eyes widen and he hungrily licks his lips. You unbutton his pants and pull them off, staring at the bulge that you can see through his boxers. You can tell it's big but not exactly how big. He frees himself as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and slides those down, kicking both his jeans and his boxers off of his ankles. 

You take a deep breath, taking in how big his dick is. It's girthy and it makes your mouth water. You waste no time as you lunge forward, yearning to feel it in your hands. Your small fingers barely fit around it and you start jacking him off, slowly at first before you start to pick up momentum. Steve moves behind you, sliding his hands all over your body, stopping at your ass and your breasts to make sure to give them plenty of attention. You slowly trace your tongue over your teeth, mouth open and wanting. Eddie watches you and his breaths pick up, clearly anticipating a new sensation. You use your hands to bring the tip of his cock to your lips. You give it sloppy, wet kisses before he slightly juts his hips up towards your mouth. He slips himself into you and you moan. He swears at the feeling of your noise's vibrations as your mouth envelopes his cock. Soon, his cock is grazing your throat. You gag slightly but continue to let him fuck your mouth, saliva soaking his entire length. 

"Good girl," Steve whispers into your ear, "such a good girl," you gasp around Eddie's cock as Steve starts to play with your clit through the material of your underwear. His skillful fingers rub you in circles, quickly but not too quickly. He adds a small amount of pressure and you dig your nails into Eddie's thighs. Eddie groans, tightly grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back just to force it back down onto himself. You gag and cough around him, eyes watering. Steve uses his other hand that isn't preoccupied to push your head down onto Eddie again. 

"Shit shit shit," Eddie growls through gritted teeth. To your surprise, Steve stops rubbing your clit and wraps both arms around your waist, lifting you up and off of Eddie's cock. Eddie moans from the loss of your mouth and looks up at Steve with big puppy eyes and confusion. Steve gently sets you on the ground, spreading your legs and staring at your thong. He lowers his head, trailing kisses from your chest to your hip bones. He suckles on the meat of your hip and then blows on it. The cooling sensation is new and it stings and it causes you to squirm. He gathers the material of your panties between his teeth and slides them down, exposing your pussy. He sighs happily, continuing to kiss down your body. He's now biting at your thigh, a little harder than you thought he would, but you're not complaining. 

You roll your head to the side to watch Eddie. He's lazily jacking himself off, his rings moving up and down his length. He's more interested in watching you and Steve than actually pleasuring himself. Steve catches you looking at Eddie and bites down harder to punish you for not paying attention to him. You wince and look down at him. He gives you a wicked smile and moves his attention to your aching clit. He sucks and licks you to the perfect rhythm as you writhe under him, moaning his name along with a handful of profanities. He slides one long finger inside of you and starts pumping in and out of you slowly. 

"More, more" you beg. He stops suckling on your clit and looks up at you, nose, mouth and chin glistening. He looks so pretty just like that, covered in you. You get what you asked for as you feel an additional 2 fingers thrust inside. He starts to curl them into the walls of your vagina and you let out a soft scream of his name. He's nibbling at your clit just slightly and you buck your hips up into his face, earning a raspy chuckle from him. Your head is spinning with pleasure intensified by weed and alcohol. Steve slowly sits up and back onto his calves. 

"I need you," he breathes to Eddie, who pops up off of the sofa and joins you two on the ground. He grabs Steve's face in his hands as he kneels with him, planting a kiss on his lips. Eddie masterfully takes the rest of Steve's clothes off and you moan as you watch his cock snap up against his belly. It's longer than Eddie's but thinner and fuck it's beautiful, just like Steve. Eddie spits into his palm and wraps his ringed-fingers around Steve's cock. Steve groans as Eddie quickens his pace and starts leaving hickeys on his collarbone. You watch as they scramble, Steve getting on all fours and Eddie squeezing Steve's cheeks roughly, leaving pink marks all over his ass. Eddie brings his arm up and Steve yelps out as his hand comes down and makes harsh contact with his skin. You start panting as you watch them, so incredibly turned on. Eddie spanks Steve a few more times, each one increasing in intensity. After he's done torturing the poor boy, he lets a long string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto Steve's ass. Eddie uses his fingers to smear the spit over his hole and starts gently rubbing. Steve breathes out small, pathetic noises as Eddie brings his tongue down to where his fingers were. 

While Eddie caresses Steve's hole with his long tongue, you start to touch yourself again. One hand on your breast and the other on your clit, you moan and wiggle where you're laying on the floor, causing both of them to look over at you. They both groan fuck at the same time and Eddie picks up the pace with his tongue before slipping a long finger inside of him. Steve growls with pleasure and Eddie starts to move his finger in and out slowly. Eddie spanks him again before bringing his free hand to his own cock, jacking himself off while finger-fucking Steve. Eddie adds more spit to his fingers and slips a second one in, pounding harder into Steve this time. 

You feel left out and crawl over to them, forcefully moving Eddie's hand from his cock so you can wrap your lips around it. You start sucking and slurping, so hungry for attention that you've been craving while watching the two boys without you. 

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hisses before jamming his fingers back into Steve, clearly hitting his prostate due to the animalistic noise he lets out. 

"Eddie, need more," Steve gasps for air, "condoms, get condoms." Eddie frees his fingers from deep inside of Steve and pulls his dick out of your mouth. He grabs two condoms off of the end table and tears one package open with his teeth before sliding it onto himself. Before he walks back over to Steve, he grabs the belt that was draped over the arm of the sofa. With the belt in one hand, he rips the other wrapper open with his teeth and looks at you. 

"You, on all fours," he gestures for you to get into position. You quickly obey and earn a "good girl" from Eddie. You savor the praise and feel tingles throughout your lower abdomen. "Such a good little girl," Steve agrees. 

"Fuck, you guys, this is too much," you moan, clearly meaning that it's too much in a very good way. You're no longer facing them, impatiently shifting your weight on all fours as you wait for some kind of contact. You think you hear the clinking of metal but aren't too sure, since you're so cross-faded. Your curiosity is answered when Eddie grabs both wrists and shoves them behind your back, causing you to lose your balance and have your chest hit the floor. You whimper, one side of your face squished against the carpet. You feel metal handcuffs tighten around your wrists and start moving your ass around in the air, showing that you like the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. This earns a spank from Eddie. You breathe in sharply as his hand comes down on your ass and then let out a pained moan of his name. 

"She's all yours, Harrington," Eddie says, "and you're all mine."

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” Steve asks while leaning over you, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek. You nod excitedly, earning a smile from him. Steve positions his body between your legs, slowly dragging his fingers down your ass and to your pussy. Soon, you feel the tip of his cock against you. He slowly pushes himself inside of you and a low groan escapes from his throat.

“Steve, Steve, yes,” you moan and close your eyes as he bottoms out and then whips his hips back, slamming all the way back into you. His warm cock fills you, hitting your g-spot every time he thrusts. He has a perfect rhythm going, praising you for what a good girl you are in a raspy, jagged voice. His rhythm breaks, causing you to open our eyes to look behind you. Eddie has a fistful of Steve’s hair in his right hand, holding onto Steve’s hip to steady him with his other hand. Steve yells out Eddie’s name as he slides his thick cock into Steve’s ass. When Eddie pushes into him, Steve pushes into you. Steve’s body is draped over your back, kissing the nape of your neck and your shoulders. You hear the crack of Eddie’s belt snapping onto Steve’s skin and his groans grow in intensity by your ear. 

“Fuck her sweet little pussy, baby,” Eddie hisses to Steve, who helplessly whines as the belt makes contact with his ass again. “You’re such a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Feeling your cock inside of her isn’t enough, hmm? You need my cock inside of you too, hmm?” Eddie snaps his hips back and pounds into Steve, causing a domino effect of Steve hitting your g-spot so hard that you scream fuck. 

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Steve breathes into your ear. You moan at the praise, eyes watering and breath staggering from pleasure. 

“The best little girl, y/n, taking it from such a bad, bad boy. Steve, my disgusting little slut,” Eddie growls as he whips Steve with the belt once more. You feel Steve tense as his breath quickens and his moans deepen. 

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie, can I cum?” 

“Yes, baby, cum on her tits for me.” 

Steve pulls out of you and you gasp at the loss of his cock. He jostles you, tossing you onto your back. He snaps the condom off and grips his dick in his hand, jacking himself off until he reaches his climax. 

“Y/n, sweetheart, you look so fucking gorgeous,” Steve grunts. You moan as you feel warm, sticky liquid splatter over your chest and neck. He starts playing with your clit in between his fingers before Eddie forces his cock back into Steve’s hole. You watch as Eddie absolutely rails Steve until he cums inside of him. You watch Steve’s eyes roll back as Eddie rams into his prostate again and again. Steve is panting and whining as Eddie lazily milks himself in and out of Steve to finish his orgasm. Eddie finally pulls out of Steve, who slowly collapses onto the floor. You watch the rapid rise and fall of Steve’s chest as he gasps for air. Sweat drips down his face and into his open mouth. 

Eddie lets you know that he didn’t forget about you when he crawls towards you and gathers Steve’s cum on his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you savor Steve’s taste. With his fingers still in your mouth, Eddie moves his face to your throbbing pussy. He starts sucking on your clit and lapping up the wetness that has gathered inside of you. He removes his fingers from your mouth and slides them inside of you, curling his fingers into the walls of your vagina. Your breath hitches as you near your own orgasm, moaning his name as he deliciously fingers you and kisses your clit. He looks into your eyes and grins when you start to clench around his fingers. You yell his name as your body spasms and your hips thrust upward. You throw your head back and close your eyes tightly. You wish you could pull him in to kiss your lips, but your hands are still cuffed behind your back. 

You and Steve both whine as Eddie stands up and starts to walk away. 

“Geez, you two. Needy, aren’t we?” Eddie chuckles. He snaps his condom off and tosses it into the trash can. Your eyes follow him as he finds a small silver key. He keeps the key in one hand and walks over to the kitchen to wet a washcloth with the faucet. Soon, he’s hovering over you, planting sweet kisses on your cheek. He unlocks the handcuffs and gently rubs your wrists. He kisses your aching wrists, too, apologizing quietly. 

“No, no, do not be sorry, Eddie, it was so good,” you flash him a wicked smile. He nods in appreciation. He starts to clean Steve’s cum off of you with the warm, damp washcloth, continuing to pepper kisses on your face, neck and chest. Next, he moves onto Steve. You admire Eddie as he cares for him, just as he did for you. Steve lays limp next to you in absolute bliss and exhaustion. 

“You did so well for me, Steve,” Eddie cups his face in his hands. 

“I did?” Steve’s face perks up.

“Oh my God, yes. So good, baby,” Eddie assures him. Steve looks so proud and fulfilled from Eddie’s praise. You understand, because Steve’s praises made you feel the same way. “How are you feeling, Steve?”

“‘m okay, Eddie. A little sore, feel like I can’t move.” Eddie takes this as his cue to help his poor little Steve, picking him up and bringing him to the sofa. He grabs a thick comforter and throws it on the floor where Steve just was. He takes some pillows and places them on the comforter. Eddie gestures for you to go onto the comfy space he’s set up for the three of you. You obey, cuddling up to a pillow. Steve follows suit and lays next to you, facing you. He wraps his arm around you and starts planting quick kisses all over your face. You giggle, gently pushing him away from you. He laughs and looks at your chest. 

“Your tits are perfect, y/n.” You blush and your immediate reaction is to cover your breasts. 

“Do not cover them up,” Eddie smiles, “they are too perfect to cover up, after all.” You remove your hands from your chest as they both stare at you. 

Eddie joins you two, settling in on the other side of Steve. He drapes another thick blanket over your bodies and sighs contently. You all snuggle in closely, reveling in the sweet feeling of skin on skin. You wrap your legs around Steve, whose legs are entangled in Eddie’s. 

You stay this way for at least a half an hour, exchanging kisses and twirling each other's hair in your fingers. Every few minutes, someone starts tickling someone else, leading to giggling and swearing. 

As you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, you hear Eddie’s voice. It’s soft, the complete opposite of his sex voice. 

“I love both of you so much,” he whispers. 

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I'd choose you pt. 4

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Plus Size!FM!Reader

Warning: oral (f/m recieving), squirting, p in v, dirty talking, mentioning of suicide and bullying.

Summary: You and Eddie used to be best friends, but it seemed like he just chose to let you go, just because he finally got his dream girl. You've been back and forth for a while, trying to figure out your own feelings towards him. You wanted to keep your friendship, but because of how he had been acting towards you lately, you couldn't handle to even look at him without starting to cry. You're so happy Steve is there to help you through it all. He's been such a support to you, and you couldn't have done it without him at all. Eddie didn't seem to like that you guys got so close tho.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

"No!" you groaned, tossing around, trying to get away. You were full on panicking. Eddie had chained you to a chair, while he went to town on Chrissy. You were forced to look at him, making her feel good. "Let me go!" you screamed, not moving a single inch. Tears brimming at your eyes, and all you wanted to was to be buried alive instead of watching this.

Eddie looked back at you, a huge grin on his face, laughing maniacally. You tried to look away, but your head always turned back towards Eddie.

"You're mine now" he grinned at you, his eyes turning red. "No!" you screamed.

"Hey, hey, hey, Y/N!"

Steve? You tried to look around, but he wasn't there. You started crying more.

"Y/N!" Steve's voice boomed inside your head, but you couldn't see him.

"Hey, I'm here!" his voice boomed again, and you could finally see him. You reached for him, jumping into his arms.

"It's ok, you're safe" he said, hugging you to his chest. "It was only a nightmare" he said, trying to calm you down.

When you understood you were back in reality, you relaxed straight away. You wanted to forget the image of Eddie like that, it was so damn bad.

You held onto Steve's hands who were cupping your face. You locked eyes with him, and could barely believe he was there with you.

Your entire body shivered, and you could see concern clear in his eyes. "You ok? He asked, searching your face for something.

You nodded at him, and leaned in, crashing your lips to his. "I am now" you spoke in between kisses, straddling his lap. He returned your kiss, eagerly so. A slight moan escaped your lips, and he pulled back. You whimpered from the loss of contact. "Why?" you asked, trying to kiss him again.

He pulled back a bit more, keeping his distance to your lips. "I don't wanna take advantage of you" he said, after searching your face. You smiled at him, and chuckled. "Oh, you sweet boy" you smiled, stroking his cheek. "I want this" you said, leaning in again, locking eyes with him. "I'm yours if you want me" you said, and he didn't hesitate to crush his lips with yours again.

His tongue fighting for dominance in your mouth, your tongues dancing together. He let out a small moan, and you felt your pussy clench over nothing. He laid down in bed, you laying on top of him, his hands roaming your body before he squeezed your ass.

You smiled against his lips, and slowly started to grind on top of him. He moaned a bit more against your mouth, and you could feel him hardening underneath you. Holy shit.

He pushed away for a second and searched your face again. "You sure about this? Because if we do, I don't know if I can go back" he warned you, lust clear in his eyes. You just smiled at him and nodded, laughing slightly when he basically manhandled you, turning you around, ending up on top of you.

"You're so damn beautiful" he breathed, kissing down your neck. You moaned, snaking one hand in his hair, tugging slightly, while the other dragged down his back, your nails scratching into his skin. He winced slightly from the pain, but he tugged lightly at the skin on your neck, before he attached himself to your neck, sucking, making you moan more.

You were sure he was gonna leave a mark, but you didn't care as his hand snaked up to grab your tit, squeezing as he sucked on your neck.

You squirmed under his touch. "Oh, Steve" you moaned, and he hummed against your skin, grinding into your heating core.  "You're so soft" he broke off from your neck to say, before he tugged at your shirt. "Can I?" he looked at you with need in his eyes. How could you say no? You wanted this just as bad as he seemed. You nodded at him and tugged his shirt, smirking. "Only if I can?"

He chuckled at you and nodded. You undress each other, leaving each other in only his boxers and your lace panties. Patting yourself a bit mentally on your shoulder for putting on your sexy panties before you left for school that day.

He stopped for a second to look at you, gasping a bit when he saw you didn't wear any bra. "God damn" he breathed, before he dove his head between your tits, slightly motorboating them before he leaned in to suck on your left nipple, while playing with your right one with his free hand.

He moaned slightly, sucking on your nipple, and you bucked up into him, your needy core and his dick slightly brushing against each other.

He sucked onto your right nipple, giving it some attention too before he started trailing kisses down your ribs, reaching your belly, kissing it all over, before he trailed down to your sides, looking up at you between your legs. He breathed out a "fuck" before he kissed both your sides, meeting in the middle, and kissing the top of your pelvis, before he trailed kisses down your clothed pussy, pushing one of your legs up to his shoulders, kissing the inside of your thigh.

"You smell so sweet, I bet you taste even better" he said, licking his lips. You were panting by now, craving him so bad. You could barely speak, the only thing you did was whimper at him, moan, or nod.

He tugged at your panties, and you bucked your ass off the mattress, giving him access to undress you. He pulled the panties down your legs, tossing it aside before he leaned down between your legs and inhaled. "Shit" he moaned, before he dove his tongue right in, from the bottom of your aching hole, up to your clit, sucking lightly. He moaned against your skin, sending you into orbit of pleasure and need.

Your hands were in his hair, tugging lightly, while your hips were bucking up into his mouth.

He circled your aching hole with one finger, inserting it slowly, making you clench around him, moaning his name. "That's right baby, tell them who makes you feel good" he hummed against your pussy, slurping up your juices, pumping his finger inside you faster, entering another while he went for it.

You screamed his name, feeling your lower stomach almost explode from pleasure. Your legs were shaking, squeezing his head between your thighs.

You were riding out your orgasm, while he laid between your legs. When you seemed to calm down, he climbed on top of you, and you could see he was drenched. Shit.

"That..." he started, a bit out of breath. "Was the hottest I've ever experienced" he grinned at you, crashing his lips on yours. You were a bit shocked he found it hot. But you returned his kiss. He kissed you hungrily, not caring that he was drenched, groping your tit while doing so.

You kissed each other for some time, and suddenly he pulled away, reaching for his t-shirt to wipe away the liquid drenching his face, he reached up to wipe off some liquid he had transferred over to you, and smiled.

"You really liked it?" you asked him, and he looked at you in surprise. "What do you mean I liked it? I fucking loved it!" he exclaimed, leaning in to kiss you again. You returned the kiss, but pulled away after a few pecks. You searched his face, and he seemed to do the same.

"Something wrong?" he suddenly said, caressing your cheek softly, looking into your eyes.

"It's just that.." you said, a bit ashamed of yourself, trying to hide yourself in some sort of way.

"Hey, don't try to hide yourself sweetie" he said, sitting up, pulling you into his embrace. "I absolutely loved it, never made a girl squirt before actually, so I'm proud of that one" he smirked, looking down at you. You returned his smile.

You knew you could squirt, and you've made yourself squirt a few times while masturbating, but have never had a guy do it to you, while having sex or going down on you for that matter.

Whenever you told your sexual partners that you could squirt, they seemed to get grossed out, so you felt ashamed by it after a while. Not that you've been with alot of guys of course, but the few who you got lucky with, never enjoyed the idea of you squirting like Steve did.

He made you feel normal, despite all the weird comments or grimaces other guys had come with whenever you mentioned it. You felt dirty, and not the good kind of dirty whenever you mentioned it to someone else, but with Steve? you could almost see stars in his eyes when he came up to your face, and the grin he had plastered on his face? it was almost enough for you to cum once again just glancing at him.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked when you didn't answer him for a while. "Yeah, sorry, just my head eating me from the inside" you chuckled, and he laid you down on the mattress again, pulling himself on top of you, holding onto your head with one hand, while he held himself up with his other.

He tapped your head slightly, making you laugh. "You listen to me, you little shit" he leaned into your head, making it clear that he was speaking to it. "You leave this beautiful girl alone you piece of shit" he warned, and you were full on laughing. Tears brimming your eyes from laughter. Your heart fluttered when he laughed with you, landing on his side beside you, motioning for you to snuggle up to him, and you did just that.

You laid your head on his chest, while he dragged his comforter on top of you, kissing the top of your head. You could feel your eyes getting heavy, and your breath started to turn heavy too. He chuckled a bit, snuggling closer to you, as if it was possible by how close you were to him.

"Sleep now, beautiful, I'll keep you safe" he said, before you drifted off to your most relaxing sleep you've had for weeks.

~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up from the sun shining through the window, blinding you at first when you opened your eyes. You were surprised when you were still flush against Steve's chest, his arm draped around your waist, while the other were behind his head. You laid there just admiring him for a while, before you saw his erection in your peripheral vision, smirking a bit to yourself. The only thing the comforter was covering him was his legs. Your mouth watering a bit by the sight of his erection struggling in his boxers.

You slowly dragged your hand across his chest, down his belly, down his happy trail, before your hand stopped at the brim of his boxers. You wanted to touch him so much.

He stirred a bit in his sleep, it sounded almost like a moan to your ears, which sent a shiver through your body, igniting the lust in your belly to the fullest. Shit.

You dragged your hand softly against his erection on the outside of his boxers, biting your lip, trying not to moan when you cupped him. Damn, he was big. He barely fit in your hand.

He stirred a bit more, bucking into your hand. You gasped, almost moaning from the hard contact.

"You can touch me if you want to" he suddenly said, surprising you a bit. "It feels good" he said, and that sent you over the edge. You started to pump him, and he groaned. He bucked into your hand once more, and you could feel yourself clench around nothing. You were so wet right now.

You wanted to return some of the pleasure he gave you before you fell asleep last night. You started to tug at his boxer brim with your free hand, making him buck up into your hand that was pumping him while he lifted his ass off the mattress, helping you free his erection from his boxers.

You gasped when his erection sprung free, hitting just right below his belly button, some pre cum dropping onto his belly. You sat up on your knees, turning towards his dick, leaning over his belly, licking up the precum that had dropped onto his belly, before you sucked up the pre cum from his leaking tip.

He moaned, touching your ass who was almost in his ass. He squeezed your ass, making you moan and buck forward, ending up with his dick farther down your throat than you first intended. But you just go for it, and start bumping your head up and down his shaft, taking him so far back you can feel him in your throat.

Tears start to threaten to come out, but you ignore it, listening to how much he loves it. He gasps, moaning uncontrollably.

"I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that"

That ignited the little devil inside you, and you started to suck him harder, faster. He gripped your ass, and you could feel his fingers graze your pussy, making you moan on his dick.

He noticed, and inserted two fingers without warning, sending you further down his shaft. He groaned.

"Just like that baby" he cooed, pumping in and out of you.

You could feel your legs starting to shake, not ready to let go just yet, you wanted to enjoy this.

You went down his shaft the entire way, ending up with his balls, and he started to buck into your mouth, fingering you with slow motions, it made you choke, feeling him press against your throat.

"Fuck Y/N" he moaned, and you could feel his hot cum shoot down your throat. And you let go yourself, riding out your orgasms together.

You pulled him out of your mouth, licking up every drop you missed, he pulled his fingers out of you, before you laid down beside him again, and he put his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. You were mesmerised by him. It was so hot looking at him licking up your juices.

He moaned against his fingers, his eyes closing while he tasted you on his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out with a pop, before your lips crashed onto his. You kissed him eagerly, tasting yourself off his lips. It was intoxicating, and you wanted more. You knew you could never get enough of this. His plump lips on yours, you laying in his arms after a good orgasm, and him licking you off his fingers like he did.

You've never witnessed anything hotter, and you were addicted.

He pulled away from the kiss, cupping your cheek, looking into your eyes. "I know it might be early, but I just gotta" he said, pecking your lips once again before he said it.

"I love you, Y/N, and I am yours if you want me" he said, and you could feel your eyes getting teary.

"Hey, that wasn't the purpose of me telling you, I'm sorr.." he spoke, before you crashed your lips on his again. Your heart was so full of love you felt like you were gonna explode just by looking at him. You've never felt more wanted before. You've never felt more loved before. You've never felt more appreciated before. You knew this was it. You could never go back to normal again after this. You had given yourself to him completely without even noticing. He was a drug, and you were addicted.

You pulled away from the kiss, and looked into his eyes who were also starting to get teary. "I love you too" you said, and he gasped, obviously surprised by the returning love.

He smiled, and pecked your lips several times before he kissed your entire face, making you laugh, trying to get away from his attacking wet lips.

"Go out with me" he said suddenly, pulling away from your face. You could barely believe him when he said it. You've never been on a date before. Your heart fluttered, and you felt like your face was burning from how much you were smiling.

You crashed your lips onto his again, and he laughed between your kisses.

"I guess that's a yes?" he laughed, and you pulled away from him, attacking his face just like he did with you moments before.

"Yes, a thousand times yes!" you exclaimed, and he laughed, dragging you into his embrace. You laid your head onto his chest, and just laid there in comfortable silence for a few moments.

"I know it might be a bit too late to ask you out, but I've wanted to ask you for a while, but never got the chance to do so because of.." he started, stopping when he saw you cringe at the thought of what had happened the past few weeks.

You coughed, and smiled at him.

"I understand, but I'm happy that you asked me, I could never have wished for anything else" you said, and his smile grew. He leaned in to place a kiss on top of your head.

"So, what about next friday? that sound good to you?" he asked, and you nodded. "Absolutely, sounds perfect" you grinned, kissing his lips again.

~~~~~~~~~~

The week went by slowly, and you barely saw Eddie or Chrissy. You saw him sometimes in the few classes you had together, but you decided to sit in the front, instead of at the back with him. He looked at you sometimes, but you never spoke with him.

Chrissy walked around the school like she owned it, and she glared at you from time to time. Why the fuck were she angry at you? You haven't done her shit?

You basically lived with Steve during this week, and he drove you to school and picked you up every day, and you knew Eddie saw you pecking his lips any time he stood on the outside of his car, waiting for you to come out of school, or whenever he dropped you off, and he walked around, opening your door for you, and leaning in to kiss your lips hungrily. You always ran to him, jumping into his arms after school, kissing him hungrily back, just as he had done when dropping you off.

By Wednesday you heard people whisper about you when you arrived at school, maybe because Steve walked you basically to your locker, standing there watching you collect your books. You were wearing a skirt you had sewn yourself, and you learned that Steve loved it.

He was very touchy when you showed it to him the first time. He was standing behind you while you picked up your books, holding onto you, and you could feel his erection pressing against your butt. He kissed your neck, making you whimper.

"Steve, not here" you almost moaned, clasping your hand over your mouth when you heard how needy you were. He just hummed against your neck, gracing your clothed pussy, making you turn around and stop him. You glared at him, and gave him a warning look.

He put his hands up in defence, and smiled.

"Stop being so sexy, and I'll stop" he defended himself.

You swatted at his chest, making him laugh, draping his arms around your waist again and kissing you hungrily.

People walked by and made noises that made you aware that they didn't like what they saw.

"Are you guys for real?!" Dustin exclaimed, walking up to you, and bumping Steve's shoulder. "Finally, Steve, or what?" he laughed, making you look at them in confusion. Dustin saw your confused face and smiled.

"He has had a crush on you for several months" he grinned, and Steve looked at him, giving him a warning glance. You laughed at them, and leaned in to kiss Steve again.

"You should've told me sooner" you turned and said to Dustin.

If only he had you would've cleared yourself from so much heartache. You cringed just by the thought, and hugged Dustin, before you closed your locker, leaning in to kiss Steve goodbye.

You took Dustin's arm, and walked away from Steve. He spanked your butt before you were too far away, making you squeal.

"Pick you up later, baby!" he exclaimed towards you, and you turned, giving him a blowy kiss before you turned and walked with Dustin down the hall.

"I like seeing you this happy, Y/N, you deserve it"

You smiled, and looked at Dustin, leaning into his shoulder.

"I like being this happy, Dusty" you said, and he laughed at you.

"That smitten, huh?" he said, and you just nodded, letting go of his hand.

"See you after class?" you said, and he nodded, giving you a thumbs up before you walked into separate classes, ready to start the day.

The day went by slowly, and you dreaded the time that was about to come, when the bell rang for the school to go to lunch. You walked as slow as possible out of class, wondering where you were gonna end up at lunch.

You usually sat with the Hellfire Club, but you felt like you couldn't face him, or Chrissy for that matter.

You walked into the cafeteria, the loudness making you dizzy. You haven't been in here for about two weeks, and it made you feel nauseous just standing there, looking at every table in there.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, and you felt like crying, the emotions getting the best of you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Y/N!" Robin exclaimed, looking at you, and you smiled, looking into Robin's eyes. She searched your eyes for a bit, before she spoke up again.

"You wanna sit with me?" she asked, and you nodded, clearly wanna avoid any contact with the Hellfire table.

You walked past it, on your way to where Robin normally used to sit with the other band members from school.

"Y/N!" Dustin spoke up when you walked past, you sent him a "I'm sorry, but not today" smile, and he nodded, sending you a thumbs up. He seemed a bit sad, since you could see he had made a spot for you next to him.

You sat down with Robin, and smiled at the band members.

"This is Y/N, my best friend" Robin smiled at the others, introducing you. You smiled by the introduction, and said hi to everyone around the table as they said hi in unison.

You sat there in mostly silence, eating your food, when someone bumped into you. You didn't understand shit, because you were nowhere near in the way for someone walking by, and you were not being annoying or anything to anyone, as far as you could think.

"Watch it, bitch" you heard someone say, and your entire body froze. Just the person you really didn't wanna interact with at all today.

"You watch it!" Robin tried to protect you. You laid a hand on hers, as if to signal it was ok. She nodded at you, and let it pass, listening to your wants.

You turned around slowly, looking at her with tears in your eyes.

You wanted to say something. You wanted to beat her to death. You wanted to tell her what a bitch she was. You wanted to just rampage her down, make her feel sorry for her own self. But you just smiled at her.

"What seems to be the problem?" you smiled coldly at her, and she backed away a bit. That's right bitch, don't fuck with me you thought to yourself, feeling every muscle in your entire body clench. You did everything in your power not to throw yourself at the girl who were standing there, proud of herself for trying to fuck with you. You could see in the corner of your eye that Eddie stood up from the end of his table, making sure he knew what was going on.

Chrissy snorted at you.

"Why are you even here? no one fucking wants you here, slut"

Oh, she did not just call you a slut. Your teeth clenched together.

"Chrissy, let it go" Eddie warned, walking closer to his girlfriend. She twirled around, facing him.

"I will not let it go before she gets out of my face" she growled at Eddie. Eddie backed up a bit, his hands up in defence.

"Relax babe, you walked into her"

Wait, was he actually supporting you, and not his pesky beautiful girlfriend? That was new. He had seemed to forget about you completely for several weeks now, what changed his mind.

"Are you for real protecting this bitch?!" she screamed in his face. He held onto her arms who were charging at his chest. "You're a cheating piece of shit!" she cried out, hitting his chest.

Flashback ~

"You're a freak, and you will never find love!" Chrissy spat in your face. You stood there, not knowing what to say or do, because you have never done anything to this girl except bump into her by accident from time to time. You should get better at watching where you are going.

"You should just take your own life and save everyone the burden of having you around them!" she screamed at your face, and tears were starting to brim your eyes. You didn't wanna show her that you were weak, that she was stronger than you. She didn't deserve your tears.

She was new at this school, but you knew she was a bitch from the day you laid eyes on her walking into this school. All proud and prideful, acting like she was Hawkins High's queen. You never liked people who seemed so put together when others were around, but turned into the literal devil when you were alone. Chrissy was one of those people.

She suddenly started to pull your hair, dragging you into a stall at the bathroom you were in, while the other cheerleaders started to laugh. Fuck, this was it.

She pushed you into the stall, making you stumble on your own feet. Your head smashing against the toilet seat. Fuck.

"Lick it!" Chrissy said, pushing your head near the toilet seat, smushing your cheek against it. You gagged abit by the smell. This was awful. "LICK IT BITCH!" she screamed at your face, and you whimpered.

You licked it, and you could feel a flash from a polaroid camera blind your eyes. Fuck.

The cheerleaders laughed even more, as Chrissy pushed your head one last time, before she leaned into your ear.

"Kill yourself" she whispered, before she walked off with the others. Little did she know you tried taking your own life several times after this.

It all went black. What the fuck was that.

Your entire body shivered. So you had met her before. She was your first bully at this school. Your tears started to threaten to come out of your eyes, and you wanted nothing but to run away and hide in a bathroom stall.

Chrissy had stormed off at some point, beyond your understanding as to why. Eddie sat down, squatting beside you, touching your shoulder. You jumped by the contact, and he reached up to wipe away the tear that was starting to run down your cheek.

You could barely look at him, disgusted by yourself. You wanted to tell him about it, and he looked like he wanted to know, but he didn't push you.

He opened his arms, and you fell into them, crying. He lifted you up into his arms, and carried you bridal style out of the cafeteria and into the woods where the bench was.

He sat down on the bench, with you in his lap. You just cried. He just lets you cry, cooing you, trying to calm you down.

You didn't wanna sit in his lap at all, all you wanted to do was run away, and never to be seen again.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I should never have let her be a bitch to you" he suddenly said, and you looked up at him.

His eyes were starting to water, and you killed the urge to lean up and caress his cheek.

"I don't know why she has such an urge to make you miserable" he said, looking away into the woods. You sniffed a bit, getting off his lap.

You were getting ready to walk away, not wanting to make him think that everything he had done to you the past weeks was okay, and forgotten about. Because you could never forget. You will never forget.

"I miss you, Y/N" he said, making you stop dead in your tracks. Your hands clenched together, and you were fuming.

"Maybe you shouldn't have pushed me away then" you spoke through gritted teeth and walked away.

~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist: @eddiemunsonfuxks, @grimmbunniee, @jadeylovesmarvelxo, @charleetheefictionalfucker

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[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

#do I love angst? yes. but also need to be happy in my delulu world for five seconds #sometimes you need domestic fluff to soothe the burn #fan fiction #ao3 #hurt/comfort #steddie #stranger things #lumax #byler #ronance #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #archive of our own #wattpad #robin buckley #steve x eddie #happy endings

[allagogtoreblog]

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[myosotisa]

‖ tags: smut, somnophilia, size kink, p in v, praise kink

‖ word count: 380

the two of you have had sex 3 times and you've never been able to take all of him because you just get too in your head about how huge he is. he's so patient with you, never rushing you, prioritizing your comfort over anything else. making suggestions to try to make it better, or saying he'll just fuck you with half so it doesn't hurt you, or that the two of you don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to.

you feel bad, self conscious, slightly ashamed, apologetic. he assures you it's more than fine, sex with you is amazing even if you can't take all of him. but. he knows it's all in your head. he knows your body can take it. he asks if you trust him and of course you say you do.

you wake up on your stomach, naked from the waist down and your shirt rolled up to your armpits. it's hot and sweaty and disorienting but holy shit what is that feeling?!

"there she is," he says in a deep voice, rough from how quiet he's trying to be. "good morning beautiful"

you go to say good morning back but it's cut off with an unexpected moan, a feeling deep inside you shifting. "feel that?" he murmurs, sounding a bit cheeky but so utterly pleased. to make his point more clear he rolls his hips, adjusting his thick cock inside you, and holy fucking shit he's balls deep.

"knew you could take it, baby," he says proudly when you gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets beneath you. he pulls back an inch or two and pushes back in, your back arching as you let out a choked moan. he's so deep, you've never felt anything like this before.

"just had to take your big, nervous brain out of the equation. knew it the whole time - your pussy was begging for it, crying for it. and now you're soaking me, sh-iiit, like you were made for my fat cock," he groans, continuing to slowly shift in and out of you, your muscles clenching around him on each drive forward. "so fucking perfect baby. just keep taking it like a champ and I promise to make you feel so good you'll never worry about me fucking you like this ever again."

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #reader insert smut #didnt mention a name but you thought of him didnt you #choose your own cock adventure #myos ideas

[bethsvrse]

when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

#bethsvrse #STOP TAGGING YOUR X OC FICS AS X READER #ITS EVEN WORSE WHEN YOU ISE SECOND PERSON AS WELL #LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? #THAT WOMEN IS NOT ME #PLEASE STOP #I CANT ANYMORE #I DONT CARE IF YOU ADD X READER AT YHE END TO GET MORE READS BUT DONT ADD IT AS THE FIRST TAG???? LIKE WHAT #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #neville longbottom x reader #peter quill x reader #peter parker x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #robin buckley x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #isaac lahey x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #james potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #sam winchester x reader #pedro pascal x reader #han solo x reader #luke skywalker x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #sarah cameron x reader #x reader

[plistommy]

steddie in a nutshell

#Steddie #Ready steddie go! #WHOEVER TAGGED THAT ONCE into my post I love you that’s so funny #steve harrington #eddie munson #Steve tends to have friends who love to talk #Robin Dustin and Eddie #He’s used to it and he’s just listening like 🙂 #Love this boy #stranger things #stranger things 4 #hellfire club #steve x eddie #incorrect quotes #meme #pic #edits #my edits #steddie fandom

[midnightreid]

Show | Eddie x Reader x Steve

Summary: Eddie likes to show you off, and what better person to show you off to than Steve Harrington, the man of both your dreams? GN! READER!

Warning: 18+, SMUT, hand job (male receiving), pet names, kissing, coming untouched, thigh riding, threesome, teasing, exhibitionism. Non-descript reader (not even gender is mentioned!)

Request: No!

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: My first Eddie x Reader x Steve piece! I've wanted to do this for ages, and this is just a little taster, but I hope you enjoy all the same! Also haven't written any smut in like two months so, getting back into the groove. AND FOR THOSE THAT HAVE SEEN THIS ON MIDNIGHT-MUNSON feel free to ignore, I'm just posting it here too so I have all my NSFW fics in one place!

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Eddie’s always been a little selfish when it comes to you. It made sense, he didn’t want to share such a beauty, but he also knew that he could never keep you locked away. And you never wanted to be locked away, you liked being on show for people. You enjoyed the thrill of their gaze on you, loved the idea that you could string them along like a donkey wanting a carrot, and knew that you could turn them into putty. But you also loved how Eddie always wanted to show you off, whether on his arm or on his bed. The various tapes hidden at the back of his closet would attest to that. 

But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. 

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way. 

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder. 

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim. 

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute. 

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?” 

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie. 

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head. 

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it. 

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side. 

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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[sherifftillman]

An Unambiguous Love [1/10]: First Day Out Front

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 1 word count: 2428

A/N: Ahh, here it is! The thing I keep saying has been kicking my ass lately!! I really hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I've ultimately enjoyed writing it. Also big big love to @denim-mixtapes for beta-ing/de-British-ing the things I write.

“Heads up!” You look up at the source of the command you just heard to witness a paper ball leave your colleague Jesse’s hand, swing through the air as though in slow motion, and collide directly with your forehead. You give him a stern look, and he smirks while shaking with laughter. “I mean, I did warn you.”

You flip him off, “Way to kick off my first day on the shop floor.”

“I am your mentor out here, I need to prepare you for anything. Be grateful it wasn’t a figurine, that would have hurt,” Jesse points out. “Nah, it’s easy enough out here. You’ll even be able to run shifts all by yourself in no time.”

You hold up your index finger this time, “Correction, you could in no time. You know how many dirty looks I get just from saying the word comic in front of most men?”

He pulls a face. “I’m sure most of our customers are just like me, and I’m one of those female-ists! I let you join my D&D campaign, remember? That was great!”

You think back to the group containing mostly your fellow employees, and a couple of other guys around your age from Jesse’s past, who may not have directly said anything against you, but who certainly treated his poorly-written female NPCs far worse than his mediocrely-written male ones, constantly trying to pursue them until Jesse would throw a tantrum and refuse to “flirt'' with his players. Instead of arguing, you simply opt to look down so he doesn’t see the resigned expression that so badly insists on creeping along your face.

As you’re looking down, you notice the crumpled up paper isn’t just plain, it’s a half-written Dungeons and Dragons character sheet. Curious as to why it was abandoned, you unfurl it and read the first box.

Name: Steve Harr Bashemall

You chuckle at a half-orc fighter being essentially called "bash them all". You never really made any lasting friends before you moved out of Hawkins in your elementary years, and you and your family moved back just after you graduated high school, but this town's small enough that you know who Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High is. He works at the Family Video right opposite your store, with the clumsy girl who you once literally bumped into on one of your trash runs after you had to deal with a delivery of misprints. She had at least helped you run around the blustery parking lot collecting them all back up again, and you'd sworn you could never show your face in front of him again after seeing the silhouette of his broad shoulders and swooping hair in the store window, clearly watching you run around like a headless chicken. 

Jesse sees you reading the sheet and chuckles. "Ah, is that Harrington's garbage? Yeah, I was here when he came in with that, uh… Trailer boy. Munson."

"You say that like I'm just supposed to know them," you retort.

Jesse shrugs, "Anyway, Munson got his wires crossed, thought it was last week that we were launching D&D supplies. Brought in his own blank character sheet to, what was it he said? 'Keep Stevie busy', or something." You allow yourself a small laugh at the nickname. "But obviously that was pretty short-lived. He kept trying to name his character real boring names like Brian until -" Jesse makes some kind of unintelligible groan. "Until I said it might suit him to play an unassuming human rogue with a deadly secret, but he called that “pretentious” until he started yelling "Bash 'em! I wanna bash 'em all! That's my character!" so Munson told him to write it down. I don't think they got too much farther with it. I only found it 'cause I realised just now I hadn't thrown it away, it was just trash."

You fold it away and tuck it into a drawer in your desk. There's a very brief character description, if it gets quiet you could always use some extra drawing practice.

The morning goes by pretty smoothly, the register is easy enough to use, the clientele haven't been too harsh. Which means Jesse has “decided” to let you fly solo until someone else takes over. "I can’t stay anyway, I, uh… I’ve told Cam already that I’ve got a migraine coming on.” If he’s telling the truth, he’s weirdly unaffected for someone whose symptoms are so bad he apparently can’t work any longer. “It's not like you're on your own, Tiffany's just dealing with this week's delivery out back, you can call on her if you really need anything!" he calls over his shoulder as the door hits the bell that dangles just above it.

Sighing in resignation, you shout out, “Tiff?”

“One second, hun!” The other female player in Jesse’s D&D campaign calls out.

“Oh, it’s all good as long as you can hear me. Just thought I’d tell you Jesse’s gone for the day. Says it’s a migraine.”

You hear the clatter of something being dropped and soon after, Tiffany rushedly appears at the back room door. “What a jerk! You want me to put a word in with the big guy about him?”

You shake your head. “I’ll be fine, I’m sure. Cameron’s in the office today, and I don’t want him to think I need my hand held all the time. Just wanted to check that you were within shouting distance if I needed you for something.”

Tiffany pads over and reaches around behind your back to give you a quick squeeze of encouragement. “I’ll always have your back here! Especially over my lame-ass brother,” she pulls a face and you laugh. Fresh into high school, Tiffany has all the nerdy know-how Jesse does, and thankfully a far more palatable personality. “And don’t be scared of Cameron. He’s cool when he wants to be.” 

“Yeah, I know. I just spent… So damn long in that back room. I don’t want to cause trouble on my first day out.” You sigh. 

“I’m gonna miss having my behind-the-scenes sister with me!” Tiff pouts.

You grin, “Just makes us the dream team now, right?”

“The face and the brains!” She mirrors your expression, pointing at you and then herself, and runs off before she can see your borderline offended look.

A little while after noon hits, after a dull enough morning that you’ve been spending your time absent-mindely drawing, the doorbell tolls. You look up to see the familiar silhouette of a stocky man with perfect hair, but this time you can see his warm eyes and chiselled jaw. He at first goes straight for the comic section, thumbing through different boxes with his tongue poking his cheek out and looking confused.

“Need some help?” You offer, and he gets snapped out of his trance to look at you for the first time. His expression when he locks eyes with you is so much softer than you were expecting from the charismatic reputation that has preceded him.

“Uh, yeah, actually, sorry. Friend of mine wanted me to pick him up a… number 200 Lantern? Said I should get here nice and early in case it sells out fast. Apparently it’s a big one?” he asks, blowing air through his lips in a rasp and holding his arm out in a half-shrug.

For a moment, you understand the power trip that knowing more than someone else can have, but you’re no Jesse. Instead, you nod understandingly. “Got it, Green Lantern #200. Yeah, it’s literally a big one. Poor Tiff’s been fighting with them all day back there,” you gesture with your head to the back room door. “They came in this morning, but they don’t hit the shelves until tomorrow. Same day the D&D stuff gets out, too. Sorry.”

He groans, “Stupid Dustin, getting the date wrong… Sorry for wasting your time,” he states as he wanders up to your counter. He notices that you’re drawing something and leans over to look. “I’m Steve, by the - oh,” he stops suddenly when he recognises the crumpled up paper you’ve been using for reference. “Is that -”

You don’t usually embarrass easily, but your cheeks do tint pink. “Uh, yeah, one of my colleagues used this sheet as a missile and I figured since I haven’t had much practice drawing orcs - or half-orcs, in this case - I could give it a go.”

“So this is what Bashemall looks like, huh?” he asks, swivelling himself around to angle his point of view to look at it from your perspective. “That’s amazing.”

“Well, ultimately only you know that. I’m just going by what little is written here, and some reference of my own knowledge of orcs’ anatomy. Um, you haven’t really said anything about hair, though, so I’m not sure what would look best on him…” you study your sketchbook page, tilting your head from side to side as you try to imagine different hairstyles on him.

“Well, I mean, I put enough effort into my own hair that I’d like to think it would look good no matter what kind of face I had, so… Maybe he could have hair like mine?”

You look back up at him, eyes narrowing as you study the way his hair looks for a moment. “Sure, I could do that,” you nod. “Mind if I use you as reference, or do you gotta head back?”

“Ah, Robin can cope without me for a few minutes,” he waves off before snorting a quick chuckle out of a half-smile. “She, uh, she’s the one who helped you whip the parking lot back into shape a couple weeks back.”

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Wow, so you are the one who just stood watching in the window! How heroic,” you smile sarcastically and he laughs harder. “Alright, well, I’ve been drawing this guy at a ¾ view so if you could just move your head…” you try and gesture with your hands how you want his head positioned, but he doesn’t seem to be getting it. Instead, you opt for using the end of your pencil to push his jaw up slightly, then across slightly until it’s angled just right.

“You need me to make a face for you?” Steve asks, immediately cycling through an array of facial expressions.

You giggle, “Not for the drawing, but for my own entertainment, sure!” He continues pulling faces until you’ve sketched a full head of hair. You hold your sketchbook up and he finally breaks pose to look at it in full.

His face is filled with admiration. “This is so good! Almost makes me want to pick it up. Almost,” he points at you, eyes wide. “But not totally. It’s still very much Munson’s and the kids’ thing,” he shakes his head. “I can’t wrap my head around it all.”

“Well, then, I’m super honoured that you entertained the idea of me drawing a D&D character that’ll never see the light of day,” you smile, before having an idea. Holding a single finger up, you ask, “Please hold just a second,” before slinking back to the back room.

You open the door to find Tiff backing away, far closer than she should have been if she were at her post. “Is that the Steve Harrington out there I hear?!”

“Yeah… Yeah,” you nod, half-distractedly. Despite the fact he’s only a door away, part of you just wants him back in your field of vision as soon as possible. Looking over at the manager’s office’s closed door, trying to stay out of its earshot, you ask in a hushed tone, “Uh, hey, I don’t suppose you could slide me a copy of Green Lantern a day early? I’ll make sure it all gets paid for, I jus-”

“Say no more,” Tiffany singsongs as she presses a copy into your chest. “Just remember to ask me to be your maid of honour.”

You roll your eyes at her as you head back out to the shop floor. You toss the issue onto the counter and gesture to it. “There you go. For being such a good model. Don’t go telling anybody you got it a day early, though.”

Steve gasps deeply, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Oh, I’m definitely gonna be Henderson’s favourite for this! Thanks, I seriously owe you!”

You narrow your eyes, “I literally just said this makes up for letting me draw your hair! You don’t owe me shit now.”

“Oh no, trust me, you have no idea what this is going to do to my reputation. I still owe you so hard,” Steve picks the issue up and tucks it beneath his jacket.

“Just… Maybe come back every once in a while? It’d be nice to have a friendly face around every now and again to chat to,” you suggest.

Steve salutes, “You got it…” He leans in to read your name badge and calls you by name. Huh, guess you forgot to introduce yourself. Maybe you should be doing that more. 

He rushes out of the store, back to his own workplace, and you step back to rap your knuckles against the back room door. “You can come out now, Tiff,” you murmur just loud enough to be heard on the other side.

Sure enough, Tiffany opens the door just enough to poke her head through the gap. “Oh my  god, he is so into you.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Please, he’s just being friendly. There was nothing flirty about anything either of us said.”

“Exactly!” Tiffany hisses. “If I know anything about Steve Harrington, from what I’ve heard, he usually flirts so hard! You clearly make him nervous, he’s obviously intimidated by you. Trust me.”

“You want me to ‘trust’ what you’ve ‘heard’ about someone who graduated last year, before you were even at that school?” you ask in disbelief, shaking your head. “He just seemed like he was being nice. I dunno. It’d be cool to have a friend outside of here, too.”

“Well, I’m still gonna have hope,” Tiffany shrugs as she sneaks back to her work.

When your shift finally ends, as you get to your car you look up at Family Video one last time to see Steve at the window. He lifts his hand to just in front of his chest to give you a small wave goodbye with a soft smile to match. You wave back, feeling a sensation of warmth emanate all through your body.

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[hairmetal666]

Steve doesn't date, not anymore. He goes to bars, clubs, picks people up and makes it clear it's just for the night; that it can't, won't, be for anything more.

He falls too fast and too hard; wants so badly to be loved that he loses himself to it. So, he doesn't date and he's fine. More than fine, actually. Not worrying about finding someone, about falling in love, lets him truly enjoy his life; maybe for the first time since childhood.

He goes with Robin to visit her parents in Hawkins, wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to go for a run. With the sun barely up, he doesn't expect to come face-to-face with Eddie Munson, smoking on a park bench.

They startle each other in the early Hawkins quiet, Eddie jumping hard enough that he drops his cigarette into the dirt at his feet.

"Christ, Harrington!" He snarls a little.

"Fuck, Eddie." Steve fights to catch his breath. "What are you doing out this early?"

He glances up, finds Eddie's eyes raking over this body in a way that makes him go hot all over.

"Haven't been home yet." Eddie smirks. And he can see that's true, Eddie is fully dressed, faint lines of mascara trail across his cheeks.

"Had a show?"

"Something like that." Eddie's cheeks pink, and he pulls a chunk of hair over his face.

Understanding dawns, and Steve points at him, delighted laugh bubbling in his throat.

"Don't--"

"You had an all night Hellfire meeting?" Steve cackles.

"Shut--Harrington, shut-up." But he's smiling too. "I'm in town this weekend. Dustin insisted!"

"You can tell him no, you know?" Steve giggles.

"Like you ever could."

Eddie stands then, and they hug, quick and tight. He practically crumbles into his friend's body, but then, that's nothing new. Steve breathes him in, immediately comforted by the familiarity of tobacco and leather and sweat and weed.

"I'm at Rob's. Come say hi?"

Eddie nods and they trek back together. They kept in touch, after Vecna, and their chatting is easy, like it's not been six months since the last time.

Eddie stays for breakfast tells them with a smile, "I was gonna call but--I'm moving to Chicago. That's why I'm crashing at Wayne's for now, stopped on the way--"

The rest of his words are smothered by the force of Steve and Robin's hug, Steve's heart beating an elated rhythm he doesn't bother investigating.

--

When Eddie makes it to town, they hang out as constantly as an adult with a day job and a touring musician can. It's nice, good, to see Eddie sitting on their couch. To watch him smoke a joint on the balcony. To hangout in his bed as he works on new music. It's just like the summer of '86, before they all went off to find their futures.

They're closer than they've ever been. Crashing at each other's apartments, sharing clothes, meeting for coffee and drinks and meals. There's not a day or night when they're free that they don't spend together.

Steve knows he's falling for Eddie; was halfway there already, and now--well, Eddie's beautiful and funny and smart and talented. He doesn't make a move, though. Because Eddie'll leave, like they all do, and losing Eddie will crush him more than anyone else ever has.

--

In June, Eddie's gone for a month, touring across the midwest. The day he's expected back, Steve's in the kitchen, rolling up fresh pasta, simmering sauce on the stove.

Robin stomps in, eyes flashing. "What are you doing?"

"Making dinner?" Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Steve."

"Robin."

They glare at each other across the kitchen. Steve breaks first. "What's wrong with making our friend dinner?"

"I don't want either of you to get hurt."

Steve freezes, swallows. "I'm not--I'm--I wouldn't."

"Just. Promise you'll be careful?"

He nods, squeezes his hands into fists. "Course, Rob."

And he means it, he really does, but when Eddie lets himself in, Steve runs to the doorway to pull his friend into a tight hug.

Eddie huffs out a burst of air on impact, laughing lightly. "Miss me, sweetheart?"

"So much," Steve whispers. He presses his nose into Eddie's neck, breathing him in, and he doesn't miss the way a kiss is pressed into his hair, the way Eddie's breathing him in too.

They fall into their natural rhythm immediately, Eddie following him to the kitchen, cooing and posturing that Steve made him dinner.

As Steve serves up the food, Eddie wraps his arms around his waist, leaning against his back. God help him, but Steve can't help relax into the hold, turning his head until their eyes meet.

Desire bleeds from Eddie's gaze, and Steve's breath hitches. He wants this so badly, knows he shouldn't, but he lets himself lean in until they share air.

But--he can't lose Eddie. He can't.

He turns away, lets the moment die. Eddie doesn't stay over that night, and Steve pretends like it doesn't make his stomach hurt.

--

They aren't as close after that.

Steve keeps telling himself it's because they're busy. The school year's starting up, Steve's got lesson plans to write; Eddie made an EP, it got interest, he's taking meetings in New York and LA. It's okay that they're spending less time together.

Until Eddie stops returning his calls.

He tries not to worry. But one call becomes two, becomes three, and he can't help it. He goes over, dread a knot in his stomach. Eddie opens the door, and he's shirtless with sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair loose and streaming around his shoulders. He looks happy.

"Steve? What are you--"

"You weren't answering my calls, and--can I come in?"

Eddie winces. "It's not a good time, Harrington."

He stands there for a second, stung, not sure what to say.

"Eddie, I--"

"Babe?" A voice calls from inside the apartment. "Who's at the door?"

Steve freezes. Can't think, can't move. He hopes it isn't obvious that his heart is shattering, but Eddie's blinking at him, panic written in the lines gathering on his forehead.

"Steve, Stevie, please," Eddie is saying, but he can't do this. He can't do this.

He walks away, all the way home, numb to everything around him.

The phone's ringing when he gets to the apartment. He ignores it. Goes to his room, locks himself in, crawls into bed.

The phone keeps ringing. He keeps ignoring it.

It isn't supposed to be like this. They weren't dating, weren't trying for a relationship; Eddie's supposed to be his. He curls into himself, sobs until his ribs hurt, until his eyes are as heavy as his heart, and he falls asleep.

--

Steve startles awake, disoriented, to someone knocking on his bedroom door. He has no idea what time it is, how long he slept, but he expects Robin to be waiting in the hall.

It's Eddie. Hair in a messy bun, face flushed, eyes too bright.

"I'm sorry," falls out of Steve's mouth before he can think of anything else.

"Steve, I--I don't--" Eddie shakes his head. "Do you want to be in a relationship with me?"

"Yes," Steve whispers. "But I can't lose you, Eddie."

Eddie reaches out, slender hand, cupping Steve's jaw. "I need you to really listen when I say this, sweetheart. You will never, ever lose me. Not a chance."

"You can't know that," Steve says. Tears break free, cascade down his cheeks. "I used to think who could ever leave me? You know, back before Nancy. But I realized that actually no one would stay. And I can't--with you I can't--"

"Sweetheart," Eddie chokes on a sob. "I'm yours. Have been for years. I will never, ever leave you, no matter what we are to each other. But I can't be in some of a relationship with you. You have me wrapped around your finger, and I--I need it all, Steve."

"I want you to have it, Eddie." He presses his hand to his heart. "This belongs to you, but I--I couldn't survive you leaving."

"I would stay, Steve. I will. I promise on everything I have, everything I am, that you would never, ever lose me."

Steve stumbles into Eddie's arms, totally gone, and their mouths meet in a clumsy kiss. It wrecks Steve, tears him apart, renders him down to his smallest parts only to build him back together. He knows now for certain that there is no one else in the world for him.

They break apart, but don't move out of each other's orbit. "I love you," Steve whispers.

"Stevie, sweetheart, I love you more than anything." His fingers wind their way into Steve's hair, gentle, holding him. "I promise you'll have me for forever--fuck, longer than forever. My soul will find yours wherever we end up. I swear it."

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[eddiemunson-fanfic]

Three is the magic number

Steve Harrington x Plus size!F!Reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: possessive!Eddie, threesome, dom!Eddie, shy!Steve, name calling, unprotective sex.

Summary: You end up working with Steve Harrington at Family Video, he noticed you from school, because you used to have some classes together, but he never really spoke to you. You end up having a great time together working overtime from time to time, and Steve develops feelings for you. Little does he know you're already taken.

"Steve, stop it!" Dustin exclaims as Steve ruffles his hair, laughing as Dustin gets frustrated.

"Be nice to your kids, Harrington!" you yell at him, and he pulls away from Dustin, putting his hands up surrendering.

Dustin swat at his chest before he walks over to the counter where you and Robin stand, checking something on the computer for a costumer.

He laughs as he stands beside you, his fingers brushing your side in a flirty manner, but you don't think about it that way. You knew that Steve could be a flirt, and he would always be touchy and nice to you.

Besides, you didn't really bother noticing the flirting because you were deeply in love with your boyfriend. He was the light in your life, and you've been together for a while, planning on moving in together. You just needed to find a place that worked for the both of you.

He had warned you about Steve's flirty demeanor before you started working at Family Video, little did your boyfriend know you used to take classes with him in high school, so you knew he could be flirty. You often saw him in the halls at school cuddling up to Nancy when they were together. When they broke up, he always tried to be flirty with the other girls at school, but something had happened between him being broken up with Nancy, until he was ready to go out there again. He didn't have the same spark as he used to.

You heard the girls calling him a dork, and that he wasn't the same guy he was when he was with Nancy. You saw a change in him, that's for sure, but it wasn't anything negative as the other girls made it seem like it was. He was so sweet towards everyone, never a douche anymore.

That was practically the only reason you never talked to him. He was a jock, and a douchebag, but after Nancy left him, he changed for the better.

Eddie, your boyfriend was always protective of you whenever Steve was near you. Whenever Steve used to walk past you in the hallway, Eddie was like a bodyguard, guarding you with his entire body to make sure Steve didn't have a chance to touch you.

He got a bit sad when you were about to graduate with Steve, Nancy, Jonathan and the others. He wanted to walk that stage with you, but he couldn't. He had flunked a bit to many classes, but you cheered him on the following year, making him do his best, helping him with homework when he needed, just so you could see him walk that stage the next semester, uncle Wayne by your side as you both cried together, watching Eddie flip the principal the bird as he took his diploma, running off stage, finding you and Wayne as you stood of towards the side, proud of him as ever as he embraced the both of you in a victory hug.

"I'm so proud of you, son!" Wayne had cried into Eddie's arms as he held him close, proud of his nephew as he let him go after a while, so Eddie could embrace you in a tight hug, and you showered his face in kisses.

"My baby finally did it! You graduated baby!"

"I wouldn't have done it without your support, baby" he returned the kiss as you kissed eachother hungrily before pulling away.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Steve's voice suddenly sounded, as you looked at him, pulling yourself out of your thoughts as his hand brushed against yours.

You chuckled, pulling your hand close to you as Robin finished helping up the costumer as she turned towards the both of you.

"Last costumer for today, and we can close up!" Robin exclaimed, starting to shut down the computer as you nodded, walking towards the front of the desk, tidying up the candy you were selling as Steve came up to help you as Robin tugged Dustin with her to the back, carrying some of the VHS that were delivered today.

"So, you got any plans after work?" Steve said as he helped you rearrange the candy in front, as you sat down on the floor to fix the stuff all down by the floor.

You looked up at him and shrugged.

You and Eddie never made any plans since it was a Thursday night, and Eddie was hosting another Hellfire session. You knew he would be out late, so you didn't really think that he'd ever show up today, which he normally didn't, so you always got a ride home with Steve most Thursday's because of it.

"Your buddy isn't going to pick you up today?" Steve said, motioning for you to look outside to see the parking lot empty.

"You mean Eddie?" you chuckled, knowing quite well that Steve knew his name.

Steve coughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess I mean Eddie"

"Are you jealous, Harrington?" you joked, and his cheeks flashed a bright red colour as he looked away, not daring to look at you as he blushed.

"Me? No, never!" he tried to shrug it off as he walked over to another pile of VHS that needed to be put up before tomorrow.

"No, I don't have any plans, it's pretty late too, it's almost 9.30"

He thinks about it for a while, before he turns towards you again, facing you as he gives you a sly smile.

"You wanna grab a bite with me or something? We don't need to show up early tomorrow, we got a late shift, and I'm starving!"

You give him a smile and a nod.

"I would love some food right about now! Haven't eaten since lunch"

"That settles it! Let me just get done here, and help Robin finish up, and we'll go grab a bite!" he smiles his biggest smile at you, as he walks to the back, probably on his way to help Robin as Dustin comes back, a huge grin on his face as he walks and sits on the counter.

You look at him, and smiles.

"What?" you chuckle. "And why aren't you at Hellfire?" you ask, suddenly remembering he also is a part of the club.

"You know he has a thing for you, right?" he chuckles as he looks at you, shrugging his shoulders."Eddie said he just wanted to have the big guys there today" he shrugs, rolling his eyes at the thought as he kicks his feet.

You reach your hand out so he could help you up from the floor as he smiles down at you, giving you his hand as he helps you up.

"He does not have a thing for me" you shrug it off, as he huffs at you.

"Sure, keep telling yourself that"

"You ready to go?" Steve says as he walks out to you again, handing you your bag as you nod.

"Absolutely!"

The drive to the place where you were gonna eat was uneventful, just listening to the radio as you drove over.

"What about Robin by the way? She usually gets a ride from you, doesn't she?" you say as he opens the door for you to step out of the car.

"Oh, she is off to her girlfriend for the night, she was picking her up"

Oh, guess that made sense. She has been gushing all week that they were gonna spend the weekend together out of town. Good for you, Robs.

Steve opened the door to the small burger shop, and politely bowed to you. You laughed at his antics and shook your head at him.

"Goof" you say as he winks at you before you walk past him.

You eat most of your meal in silence, just glancing at eachother from time to time, talking about how the work week has been so far, and Steve tips the waiter generoulsy before he takes your hand in his, leading you outside.

It was a bit chilly, so you started to shake a bit from the cold as the chilly air hit you. Steve noticed and handed you his jacket, gently laying it across your back as you gave him a small "thank you"-smile.

The ride home to your place was also uneventful, just chit-chatting a bit about what you were gonna do for the rest of the evening, and he pulled up into your driveway, stopping the car as he moved, facing you.

"I had fun"

"I did too, but I really need a cigarette, you wanna have one with me before you leave?" you offer, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Absolutely!" he smiles as he finds his pack, grabbing another jacket from the back as he steps out of his car, walking over to you, opening the door for you as he hands you a cig.

"You know I got my own pack, right?"

A shiver ran through your entire body as the cold air hits you more than ever.

Steve instinctly scooted closer to you, helping as a small shelter for the cold as his heat radiate off him onto you. You lean into his embrace, not thinking about how close you are as Eddie pulls up, scaring the shit out of you as he closes his car door really hard so you can hear it, making you jump in Steve's arms.

"And what do we have here?" he says, platonical as he absolutely can, not daring to show off how mad he actually is.

"When you can't get a girl for yourself, Harrington, you try to steal mine, is that it?"

Steve's eyes get big as he looks at Eddie, pulling away from you, and you wont have it. Eddie could be jealous if he wanted to, but you were cold, and needed the warmth as you took a drag of your cig, huffing at Eddie as you pulled Steve closer.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't know!"

"Oh, as if you didn't!? You've seen us together man" Eddie was starting to get mad by now, and the possessive side of him were truly showing it's true colours watching you pull Steve closer as Eddie walked up to you, trying to pull you away from him.

"Oh, shut it! The both of you!" you glare at Eddie, as you keep a hand on Steve's chest, feeling how his heart was racing, trying to back off from the situation as you held him in place.

You glared at Steve, and warned him with your eyes not to move before you looked over at Eddie.

"I know you get possessive babe, but Steve was only keeping me warm, because I was cold. I asked him to join me for a cig before he went back home. His parents are never home anyway, and I thought I might keep him for a bit of company so he didn't have to keep going back home to an empty house, all alone." you glared at your boyfriend to back off, feeling sorry for Steve who had to keep going back home to an empty house, never anyone waiting for him to come home.

Eddie softened when you stated your fact, and nodded.

"Sorry babe, but I know what kind of flirt Harrington will and can be"

You huffed, pulling Eddie close, as you placed a soft kiss on his lips, looking up at him, not noticing you still held onto Steve, as he chuckled, placing a hand on yours as to motioning for you to let him go.

The thought of having both these beautiful guys at your mercy, made you horny.

You and Eddie had been talking about wanting to try a threesome before, but never had anyone to do it with. So for now, it was just a fantasy.

You knew that in one way or another, you could pursuade the both of them into trying.

"Eds, I have a suggestion I wanna try out" you tried to say as softly as you possibly could to him, as you looked at him. He looked down at you, looking at you with adoration as the pieces clicked. He knew exactly what you meant, when he saw how your eyes were filled with lust.

"Depends if he's up for it" he said as he looked over at Steve who looked as if he wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

"Up for what?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky as you chuckled, looking up at him.

"You ever thought about having a threesome?"

You wanted to just rip the bandaid of as fast you probably could, so he had an opportunity to back out if he got scared of it.

"Threesome?" his eyes shot up in surprise hearing those words leave your lips at all.

"With you two?" he asked, just for reassurance, and you both nodded as Eddie pulled you into his chest, your back against him, feeling how hard Eddie was from the thought of sharing you with Steve. His bisexual self has always had an eye for Steve, and he often told you about it, so it was as if a dream came true if Steve actually wanted to get down and dirty with the both of you.

You could see something in his eyes shift, as if they got darker as he smirked at Eddie and you.

"If I would!" he exclaimed, surprising the both of you as he adjusted himself in his pants.

You noticed and looked down, seeing his erection struggle, and you gasped.

"Told you he was big, babe" Eddie whispered a bit too loud in your ear, making you swat at his arm.

"Eddie!" you gasped, as he laughed, pulling you into his embrace, kissing your neck, making you giggle.

"I knew you were looking at me in the locker room!" Steve exclaimed, making Eddie look at him as he shook his head, smirking slightly.

"Everyone was looking at you, big boy, even the guys who wasn't gay!" Eddie chuckled, bumping Steve's shoulder as he lead you towards your house.

"Your parents is not coming home this weekend, right?" Eddie asked, making sure you had the place for yourself.

"Yes, they're anniversary is this weekend, you know that. They'll be gone until monday"

"Perfect" he says, kissing your cheek as he looks back at a dumbfounded Steve.

"You coming, big boy?"

"Can you please stop calling me that?" he whines, and you chuckle, swatting Eddie's chest.

"Be nice, babe" you warn him.

He pulls his hands up in a surrendering motion, winking at you as Steve almost bumps into you as you stop to unlock the door, feeling his erection press up against you as he does, before he just as fast as he bumped into you, pulls away.

"Just as clumsy as ever, huh, Harrington?" Eddie continued to tease Steve as his cheeks flushed a pink red.

"Stop it, Eds, be nice, please! You'll scare him away"

"Trust me baby, if I managed to scare Steve away, I'd be surprised"

You walked inside the house, turning on the light in the hallway as you took off your shoes, handing Steve his jacket as he scoffed, waving it off as he undressed his own jacket.

"You keep it, it looks better on you"

You chuckled and smiled at him. You could barely button the jacket, it didn't fit that good. Even if he was a tad bigger than Eddie, his clothes still didn't fit properly.

"You know I'm a big girl, right? This doesn't fit that well"

He just shrugs his shoulders as Eddie comes behind you, pulling you in close, placing a soft kiss to your neck, making you squeal.

"You look perfect no matter what, princess"

His raspy voice sending shivers down your entire body, making you turned on in an instant, trying to push it away, you clear your throat.

His body pressed tight against you, as his lips crashed with yours, you felt yourself getting more and more horny by the second.

At some point, Eddie tugged at Steve's shirt to get him closer, breaking away from the kiss, he ordered Steve to kiss you, but before he had time to react, your lips were on his as you pulled him close to you. He seemed shocked at first, but he melted into you quick, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he kissed you hungrily, a small moan escaping his mouth as you fought for dominance with your tongue in his mouth.

"I didn't think it would be this hot to see my girl kiss another guy, but fuck me" Eddie groaned from the side as he was pressed up against you, leaning down to suck a mark at your neck, making you moan into Steve's mouth.

Steve pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he looked at you and Eddie for a second, biting his lip.

"It's been so long since I had any action at all, that this alone could make me cum in my pants"

Both you and Eddie chuckle at his words as you both look at him. You've been wanting to see his dick so many times, and both you and Eddie has been talking about it from time to time, so you fell down to your knees in front of him, looking up at him as you helped him out of his pants.

"I can help with that" you smiled, as you pulled his pants down, Eddie's hand in your hair as he stepped closer, you could hear him chuckle.

"Her throat is like fucking magic man" Eddie chuckled, looking at you as you dragged down Steve's boxers, his dick springing free, making that small jump as he was freed, gasping when you wrapped your hands around him.

"I knew you were big, but damn" you whispered, before your lips wrapped around his tip, Eddie massaging your scalp as you licked the pre cum off Steve's tip, making Steve gasp and moan, his head falling back as you could feel his dick throb in your hand.

"Such a slutty little good girl for us" Eddie praised you.

This encouraged you to push as much of Steve as you could down your throat, choking slightly on his length as his head fell back again, his hand travelling up to your hair, pushing you down more as you choke and try to catch your breath.

"I'm gonna cum" he warns, which encourages you even more, bobbing your head faster up and down his length, until he stills completely, and you can feel him shoot his load down your throat.

When you pull his dick out of your mouth with a pop, he looks down at you and chuckles before he looks up at Eddie and chuckles again.

"You're right man, her throat is magic"

What a damn confidence boost. You smiled to yourself, patting yourself mentally on your shoulder as you looked up at Eddie.

"Daddy?"

You ask softly, making Eddie look down at you, reaching down to place a soft kiss to your lips before he smiles and pulls away.

"Yes princess?" he hums, looking into your eyes, you could see his were blown by lust.

"I want you inside me" you state, looking between the both of them as you wiggle underneath Eddie's touch. "The both of you"

This ignites something in Eddie as he looks at Steve.

"You ready, big boy?"

You must have blacked out for a while, because now you were heavy panting with Steve and Eddie inside you, both stretching out your pussy as you felt yourself cumming around them, Eddie praising you for being his sweet and adorable cock slut as he pounded into you.

You looked at them both, their hair clinging to their foreheads from sweat as they panted heavily, grunting and moaning in unison as they filled you up with their cum, making you cum once more feeling it fill you up.

You collapsed with Steve and Eddie on each side of you after they pulled out, you cockdrunk, giggling, leaning over to Eddie to peck his lips, smiling against his lips.

"I love you" you said, and he chuckled, grabbing your chin to kiss you more passionate before he pulled away.

"I love you, but remember, you're still mine"

Hearing Eddie telling you you were his made your entire body ignite in a whole different way than anything. You loved his possessive side when this was the outcome. You felt safe.

"Thank you" you both jerked your head towards Steve, as he chuckled, propping himself on his elbows as he looked at you both.

"Thank you for this" he smiled, and you rolled over, your back against Eddie as Eddie pulled you close, kissing your neck as you moaned slightly.

"Can we maybe do this again?" Steve asked after a small pause, his cheeks turning crimson red as he looked at you both.

You reached out to grab his hand as Eddie stopped kissing your neck, nodding, whispering into your ear to tell Steve what you wanted.

"Ofcourse Steve, anytime" you smiled, and he looked down at your tits quick before he looked up at Eddie, asking silently if he could suck on your tits, and Eddie nodded as you giggled.

"Come here" you motioned for him to come closer, and his lips were wrapped around your nipple in an instant, making you moan.

You loved this. Having Eddie groping you, kissing your neck, his erection pressing against you as Steve were sucking on your nipples, loosing himself completely, being in his own little world as he did.

You were exactly where you were suppose to be. Sandwiched between the most awesome guys you have ever met. And you would do it all again if you got the opportunity.

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I feel like the ending was shit, but idk, hope you guys liked it!

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I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

Warnings: major angst, breakups, heartbreak, allusions to cheating, self doubt, mean!Steve, King!Steve, hurt/comfort, love triangle, mentions of an ED, past trauma. Eddie x reader ending.

Parings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader | Eddie Munson x fem!reader | Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Steve was slipping through your fingers and you desperately held onto him not realizing that his heart wasn’t yours anymore. Dealing with the aftermath of your breakup turns out to be harder than you thought. Steve’s presence still lingers and while he keeps a hold of your heart, someone else sneaks their way into it too.

prologue | part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen | part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen | part nineteen | part twenty | part twenty one | part twenty two | part twenty three | part twenty four | part twenty five | part twenty six | part twenty seven | part twenty eight | part twenty nine | part thirty | epilogue

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random headcanons about Steve

random headcanons about Eddie

headcanons about Cheer (reader)

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