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[whore4munson]

shhhhhhh that was my favorite line too 🤭🥳

Try Try Again - (Eddie Munson x F!Reader) 18+

Summary: Eddie helps you learn to play guitar. His methods are just a bit unorthodox.

Warnings: smut, cock warming, edging, hint of d/s, breath play if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking. (please tell me if i missed any!)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i did write this for a different fandom, but felt like this for eddie very well! so if this looks familiar, i have posted it on another account in a diff fandom <3

Minors DNI

It never failed to amaze you how naturally talented Eddie was. For him, learning was like breathing. Nothing to spare any extra thought towards, nothing that had to be dwelled on. It just was. Guitar? Simple. Cooking? Easy peasy. Singing? Effortless. Drawing? He could do it with his eyes closed.

It was never like that for you. You dwelled. You could never dive into something and perfect it right away. You tried your hand at sports and broke too many bones to count. You attempted embroidery and it left you with bloody fingers. You even tried adult coloring books and couldn't get the colors to stay in the lines. Nothing came naturally for you. You weren’t a prodigy. You weren’t perfect. You weren’t Eddie.

But of course that never stopped you from trying again. And again… and again.

Eddie, being the best boyfriend, always supported you in all of your endeavors. This time, however, he was extra supportive.

“Eddie?” you called out, walking in the front door of your shared home. You hung your keys up on the hook in the entryway, listening for a response but you were only met with silence. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Eddie was always home by now. You made your way into your bedroom, noticing his discarded shirt on the floor. He was definitely home, you knew that for certain now. Knowing he could only be in one other place, you padded down the hall to Eddie’s music room. The door was cracked open so you peeked in for a moment. You saw a shirtless Eddie with one of his guitars in his lap and a pick in his mouth. He was writing something down on a piece of paper. He wasn’t using his Strat. That was odd.

“Hi baby,” You said as you entered the room. His head snapped in your direction and a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. He took the pick out of his mouth and shoved it in the front pocket of his jeans. After leaning the guitar against the wall, he reached his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You giggled, crossing the room to straddle his thighs. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, making his way down the side of your face and onto your neck.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.” he said into your neck. You leaned back, pulling his head away from you.

“And what kind of surprise would that be, Eds?” You asked as you stood up. Eddie grabbed the paper he was writing on when you walked in and he handed it to you.

“I wrote down the scales you’re going to learn how to play by the end of the night. I’m hoping you’ll recognize the song as you play.” He said, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

You laughed, holding the paper out towards him.

“And what happens if I don’t learn them all tonight?” you question, wondering why he was giving you a deadline.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he shrugged before grabbing the paper and looking you dead in the eyes. “You don’t get to cum.”

You and Eddie were very adventurous in the bedroom, to say the least. There wasn't much you wouldn’t try if the other asked. Eddie’s tone alone told you that tonight was going to be eventful. Not only that, you would be trying something new. You trusted Eddie with everything in you, so the butterflies in your tummy weren’t from nerves, but from excitement. You felt the all too familiar burn in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together. He didn’t have to say much to get you wet. You could already feel it pooling in your panties.

“Who says I won’t just get myself off after you go to sleep?” you challenge. The smirk fell off of Eddie’s face as he walked towards you. You gulped, taking a couple steps back and hitting the wall. Eddie slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers lightly across your lips.

“My sweet little girl,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down the side of your face. He reached your neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll take my belt to your ass so hard you wont be able to sit for days. All you’ll be able to do is grovel at my feet. Is one pathetic orgasm worth all of that pain? Is it worth the embarassment?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and gently squeezed your neck before dropping his hand and making his way to the futon in the corner of the room.

“No sir,” you whispered, knowing he would hear you. He leaned back in the futon, pointing at the guitar next to his desk.

“Bring the guitar over here and then strip.” he ordered, reaching down to pull the pick out of his pocket.

His eyes were locked on you the entire time you walked across the room to grab the guitar. You made your way back and stood in front of him, holding the guitar out and patiently waiting for him to grab it from you. Once it was out of your possession, you toyed with the hem of your shirt nervously. Eddie’s hand shot out and swatted the side of your thigh. It made you jump in surprise.

“I said strip.” he demanded.

You whimpered, nodding in acknowledgement. Taking your shirt off wasn’t the hard part. You had soaked through your panties and you didn’t want him to see. You paused with your thumbs hooked in the waistband of your pants. Slowly, you looked up at Eddie, noticing he had a knowing look in his eyes.

“I know you’re dripping, why are you trying to hide it from me?” he questioned. You huffed, feeling embarrassed for making a big deal out of it.

“I know I won’t be able to play and I’m embarrassed because I’m going to be stuck like this all night.” you whined, rubbing your thighs together. You felt like a petulant child who wasn’t going to get her way.

Eddie slowly breathed in and out and leaned forward.

“You will do as I say. You’re speaking so low of yourself already and you haven’t even started. We’re doing it my way this time anyways. You’ll have more motivation to play, believe me. What’s your color?” he lightly rubbed your leg, looking into your eyes to assure you further.

“Green.” you mumbled, pushing your pants down your legs. Eddie's hand moved from your thigh to the front of your lace panties. Your hips shot forward trying to chase any possible friction but his hand pulled away. Eddie shot you a warning look and gently put his hand back where it was. You were absolutely throbbing now. All you wanted him to do was touch you where you needed it most. His pointer finger pressed against your clothed clit and you felt a moan fall from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby. Come sit on my lap and let me love you for a minute.”

You immediately obeyed and straddled his thighs. He pulled your face down to his and your lips met. As soon as you felt his tongue trace your lips, it was like the rest of your body realized what was happening. Your hips started grinding down onto his crotch and your hands flew to grab fistfuls of his hair. You could hear yourself whining as he squeezed your hip with one hand and cupped your pussy with the other. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you.

Eddie slowly pulled away, moving both hands to your hips and stopping your movements.

“Your lesson is about to start, pretty girl. Get my cock out and push your panties to the side. I want you to keep me warm while you play.”

Your eyes widened at his demand. You’d never done that before. You waited a moment to see if he was joking, but he definitely was not. You nodded and quickly reached down to his button to open it and then unzipped his zipper. You noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans and you groaned out loud as you pulled his hard cock out. Without thinking, you licked the palm of your hand and pumped him a couple times. As you sat up on your knees, you looked down to see a dark wet spot on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie followed your line of sight and whispered “fuck” when he saw the mess you made on him.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his hips up slightly.

“You do, sir. I wanna feel you in me so bad.” you say as you pull your panties to the side. Strings of your slick connect your pussy to your panties. You lined yourself up over Eddie's hard cock and slowly slid down, groaning at the feeling of fullness he gave you. You started to lift yourself so you could come back down, but Eddie’s hands gripped your arms.

“Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to fuck yourself on my cock, I told you to keep it warm. Now pick the guitar up and practice.” You wiggled your hips a little bit to get used to the stretch. Eddie handed you the pick and you picked up the guitar and started playing. Eddie rubbed your thighs while you played, but you noticed that he would completely remove his hands from you when you stopped playing or when you messed up.

After 10 minutes of sitting with Eddie’s cock inside of you, your frustration was at an all time high. You were so horny and your fingers weren’t cooperating on the strings. Eddie noticed your rapidly growing anger.

“How about we make this more interesting? I’m going to play with your pretty little clit while you practice. I might even fuck you a little bit. But the second you mess up or you stop playing, I stop playing too. If you finish what I’ve written on the paper, I’ll let my pretty girl cum on my cock.”

Your head fell backwards as a tiny moan fell out of your mouth. You quickly agreed and began strumming the guitar again. Eddie licked his thumb and brought it to your clit and started lightly rubbing in circular motions. You felt him start moving under you, tiny little thrusts made your thighs tremble. You were getting into it, putting just enough focus into playing, when you played the wrong note. Immediately Eddie stilled beneath you and he pulled his hand away.

“No. No no no, I’m sorry. I’m trying so hard sir, I promise. Please touch me again.”

Eddie nodded towards the guitar and brought his fingers back to your swollen clit. You began playing again, letting out little gasps and moans as Eddie fucked up into you. Again, after only a few notes, you misplaced your fingers and an ugly twang sound came from the instrument in your hands.

Eddie stopped all movement again and you cried out, “No! Please sir just touch me. I need you so bad, I was so close. Please I’ll do anything, pretty please let me cum, I can't breathe, I need it, I need you!” You felt delirious at this point, dripping all over his cock.

You were breathing heavily and gasping when you felt a sharp stinging sensation on your clit. You sucked in a deep breath and caught Eddie’s glare. He had spanked your pussy.

“That’s enough. You do as you’re told and you get to cum. You’re almost done, baby girl. You can do it.” he soothed. You took another deep breath and began playing again. Eddie brought both hands to your hips and began thrusting up into you again. He was so deep and your brain became all fuzzy. All you could think about was his hot thick cock moving in and out of you. You were barely paying attention to what you were playing as tears streamed down your face. Apparently it was correct, considering Eddie hadn’t stopped moving.

After what felt like forever, you finally finished everything Eddie had written out for you. You noted that the song was Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Your cheeks warmed, realizing he remembered your favorite song. He grabbed the guitar and leaned it against the wall next to the futon.

“What a beautiful performance, sweetheart. Now get your reward, baby. Ride my cock.” He had barely finished speaking before you began bouncing in his lap. Skin smacking together and heavy exhales were the only things you could hear in the room. You felt pleasure twisting in your tummy, a rubber band about to snap. Eddie could feel you clenching around him. He began to thrust up into you again.

“That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job keeping my cock warm while you played. You looked so pretty with my cock in your cunt and the tears running down your cheeks while you played the guitar.” Eddie reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing with every thrust of his cock.

“Come on baby, I can feel your pretty pussy milking my cock. I know you’re going to cum. I’m going to give you my cum too, baby. Let go for me, pretty girl.” His words set you off. The rubber band in your tummy snapped, making your entire body tense up. Just as you were pushed over the edge, you felt Eddie twitch inside you as his warm cum coated your walls. You leaned forward into Eddie’s chest as he pulled you off his softening cock. He lightly rubbed your back as you both came down from your high.

“Feel so empty.” you slurred, blinking tiredly.

Eddie chuckled and pushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure you do, lovely. You had my cock in you for the better part of an hour. You’re stretched so well.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Eddie, I think I’m going to keep practicing the guitar. I think it’ll be really rewarding if I stick with it.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

“I agree, baby girl. Let’s practice more often.”

#eddie munson smut

[whore4munson]

may you rest in peace! ❤️😙

Try Try Again - (Eddie Munson x F!Reader) 18+

Summary: Eddie helps you learn to play guitar. His methods are just a bit unorthodox.

Warnings: smut, cock warming, edging, hint of d/s, breath play if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking. (please tell me if i missed any!)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i did write this for a different fandom, but felt like this fit eddie very well! so if this looks familiar, i have posted it on another account in a diff fandom <3

Minors DNI

It never failed to amaze you how naturally talented Eddie was. For him, learning was like breathing. Nothing to spare any extra thought towards, nothing that had to be dwelled on. It just was. Guitar? Simple. Cooking? Easy peasy. Singing? Effortless. Drawing? He could do it with his eyes closed.

It was never like that for you. You dwelled. You could never dive into something and perfect it right away. You tried your hand at sports and broke too many bones to count. You attempted embroidery and it left you with bloody fingers. You even tried adult coloring books and couldn't get the colors to stay in the lines. Nothing came naturally for you. You weren’t a prodigy. You weren’t perfect. You weren’t Eddie.

But of course that never stopped you from trying again. And again… and again.

Eddie, being the best boyfriend, always supported you in all of your endeavors. This time, however, he was extra supportive.

“Eddie?” you called out, walking in the front door of your shared home. You hung your keys up on the hook in the entryway, listening for a response but you were only met with silence. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Eddie was always home by now. You made your way into your bedroom, noticing his discarded shirt on the floor. He was definitely home, you knew that for certain now. Knowing he could only be in one other place, you padded down the hall to Eddie’s music room. The door was cracked open so you peeked in for a moment. You saw a shirtless Eddie with one of his guitars in his lap and a pick in his mouth. He was writing something down on a piece of paper. He wasn’t using his Strat. That was odd.

“Hi baby,” You said as you entered the room. His head snapped in your direction and a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. He took the pick out of his mouth and shoved it in the front pocket of his jeans. After leaning the guitar against the wall, he reached his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You giggled, crossing the room to straddle his thighs. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, making his way down the side of your face and onto your neck.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.” he said into your neck. You leaned back, pulling his head away from you.

“And what kind of surprise would that be, Eds?” You asked as you stood up. Eddie grabbed the paper he was writing on when you walked in and he handed it to you.

“I wrote down the scales you’re going to learn how to play by the end of the night. I’m hoping you’ll recognize the song as you play.” He said, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

You laughed, holding the paper out towards him.

“And what happens if I don’t learn them all tonight?” you question, wondering why he was giving you a deadline.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he shrugged before grabbing the paper and looking you dead in the eyes. “You don’t get to cum.”

You and Eddie were very adventurous in the bedroom, to say the least. There wasn't much you wouldn’t try if the other asked. Eddie’s tone alone told you that tonight was going to be eventful. Not only that, you would be trying something new. You trusted Eddie with everything in you, so the butterflies in your tummy weren’t from nerves, but from excitement. You felt the all too familiar burn in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together. He didn’t have to say much to get you wet. You could already feel it pooling in your panties.

“Who says I won’t just get myself off after you go to sleep?” you challenge. The smirk fell off of Eddie’s face as he walked towards you. You gulped, taking a couple steps back and hitting the wall. Eddie slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers lightly across your lips.

“My sweet little girl,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down the side of your face. He reached your neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll take my belt to your ass so hard you wont be able to sit for days. All you’ll be able to do is grovel at my feet. Is one pathetic orgasm worth all of that pain? Is it worth the embarassment?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and gently squeezed your neck before dropping his hand and making his way to the futon in the corner of the room.

“No sir,” you whispered, knowing he would hear you. He leaned back in the futon, pointing at the guitar next to his desk.

“Bring the guitar over here and then strip.” he ordered, reaching down to pull the pick out of his pocket.

His eyes were locked on you the entire time you walked across the room to grab the guitar. You made your way back and stood in front of him, holding the guitar out and patiently waiting for him to grab it from you. Once it was out of your possession, you toyed with the hem of your shirt nervously. Eddie’s hand shot out and swatted the side of your thigh. It made you jump in surprise.

“I said strip.” he demanded.

You whimpered, nodding in acknowledgement. Taking your shirt off wasn’t the hard part. You had soaked through your panties and you didn’t want him to see. You paused with your thumbs hooked in the waistband of your pants. Slowly, you looked up at Eddie, noticing he had a knowing look in his eyes.

“I know you’re dripping, why are you trying to hide it from me?” he questioned. You huffed, feeling embarrassed for making a big deal out of it.

“I know I won’t be able to play and I’m embarrassed because I’m going to be stuck like this all night.” you whined, rubbing your thighs together. You felt like a petulant child who wasn’t going to get her way.

Eddie slowly breathed in and out and leaned forward.

“You will do as I say. You’re speaking so low of yourself already and you haven’t even started. We’re doing it my way this time anyways. You’ll have more motivation to play, believe me. What’s your color?” he lightly rubbed your leg, looking into your eyes to assure you further.

“Green.” you mumbled, pushing your pants down your legs. Eddie's hand moved from your thigh to the front of your lace panties. Your hips shot forward trying to chase any possible friction but his hand pulled away. Eddie shot you a warning look and gently put his hand back where it was. You were absolutely throbbing now. All you wanted him to do was touch you where you needed it most. His pointer finger pressed against your clothed clit and you felt a moan fall from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby. Come sit on my lap and let me love you for a minute.”

You immediately obeyed and straddled his thighs. He pulled your face down to his and your lips met. As soon as you felt his tongue trace your lips, it was like the rest of your body realized what was happening. Your hips started grinding down onto his crotch and your hands flew to grab fistfuls of his hair. You could hear yourself whining as he squeezed your hip with one hand and cupped your pussy with the other. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you.

Eddie slowly pulled away, moving both hands to your hips and stopping your movements.

“Your lesson is about to start, pretty girl. Get my cock out and push your panties to the side. I want you to keep me warm while you play.”

Your eyes widened at his demand. You’d never done that before. You waited a moment to see if he was joking, but he definitely was not. You nodded and quickly reached down to his button to open it and then unzipped his zipper. You noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans and you groaned out loud as you pulled his hard cock out. Without thinking, you licked the palm of your hand and pumped him a couple times. As you sat up on your knees, you looked down to see a dark wet spot on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie followed your line of sight and whispered “fuck” when he saw the mess you made on him.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his hips up slightly.

“You do, sir. I wanna feel you in me so bad.” you say as you pull your panties to the side. Strings of your slick connect your pussy to your panties. You lined yourself up over Eddie's hard cock and slowly slid down, groaning at the feeling of fullness he gave you. You started to lift yourself so you could come back down, but Eddie’s hands gripped your arms.

“Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to fuck yourself on my cock, I told you to keep it warm. Now pick the guitar up and practice.” You wiggled your hips a little bit to get used to the stretch. Eddie handed you the pick and you picked up the guitar and started playing. Eddie rubbed your thighs while you played, but you noticed that he would completely remove his hands from you when you stopped playing or when you messed up.

After 10 minutes of sitting with Eddie’s cock inside of you, your frustration was at an all time high. You were so horny and your fingers weren’t cooperating on the strings. Eddie noticed your rapidly growing anger.

“How about we make this more interesting? I’m going to play with your pretty little clit while you practice. I might even fuck you a little bit. But the second you mess up or you stop playing, I stop playing too. If you finish what I’ve written on the paper, I’ll let my pretty girl cum on my cock.”

Your head fell backwards as a tiny moan fell out of your mouth. You quickly agreed and began strumming the guitar again. Eddie licked his thumb and brought it to your clit and started lightly rubbing in circular motions. You felt him start moving under you, tiny little thrusts made your thighs tremble. You were getting into it, putting just enough focus into playing, when you played the wrong note. Immediately Eddie stilled beneath you and he pulled his hand away.

“No. No no no, I’m sorry. I’m trying so hard sir, I promise. Please touch me again.”

Eddie nodded towards the guitar and brought his fingers back to your swollen clit. You began playing again, letting out little gasps and moans as Eddie fucked up into you. Again, after only a few notes, you misplaced your fingers and an ugly twang sound came from the instrument in your hands.

Eddie stopped all movement again and you cried out, “No! Please sir just touch me. I need you so bad, I was so close. Please I’ll do anything, pretty please let me cum, I can't breathe, I need it, I need you!” You felt delirious at this point, dripping all over his cock.

You were breathing heavily and gasping when you felt a sharp stinging sensation on your clit. You sucked in a deep breath and caught Eddie’s glare. He had spanked your pussy.

“That’s enough. You do as you’re told and you get to cum. You’re almost done, baby girl. You can do it.” he soothed. You took another deep breath and began playing again. Eddie brought both hands to your hips and began thrusting up into you again. He was so deep and your brain became all fuzzy. All you could think about was his hot thick cock moving in and out of you. You were barely paying attention to what you were playing as tears streamed down your face. Apparently it was correct, considering Eddie hadn’t stopped moving.

After what felt like forever, you finally finished everything Eddie had written out for you. You noted that the song was Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Your cheeks warmed, realizing he remembered your favorite song. He grabbed the guitar and leaned it against the wall next to the futon.

“What a beautiful performance, sweetheart. Now get your reward, baby. Ride my cock.” He had barely finished speaking before you began bouncing in his lap. Skin smacking together and heavy exhales were the only things you could hear in the room. You felt pleasure twisting in your tummy, a rubber band about to snap. Eddie could feel you clenching around him. He began to thrust up into you again.

“That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job keeping my cock warm while you played. You looked so pretty with my cock in your cunt and the tears running down your cheeks while you played the guitar.” Eddie reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing with every thrust of his cock.

“Come on baby, I can feel your pretty pussy milking my cock. I know you’re going to cum. I’m going to give you my cum too, baby. Let go for me, pretty girl.” His words set you off. The rubber band in your tummy snapped, making your entire body tense up. Just as you were pushed over the edge, you felt Eddie twitch inside you as his warm cum coated your walls. You leaned forward into Eddie’s chest as he pulled you off his softening cock. He lightly rubbed your back as you both came down from your high.

“Feel so empty.” you slurred, blinking tiredly.

Eddie chuckled and pushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure you do, lovely. You had my cock in you for the better part of an hour. You’re stretched so well.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Eddie, I think I’m going to keep practicing the guitar. I think it’ll be really rewarding if I stick with it.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

“I agree, baby girl. Let’s practice more often.”

#eddie munson smut

[whore4munson]

You don’t have to be a hero. [insp.]

[whore4munson]

Try Try Again - (Eddie Munson x F!Reader) 18+

Summary: Eddie helps you learn to play guitar. His methods are just a bit unorthodox.

Warnings: smut, cock warming, edging, hint of d/s, breath play if you squint, unprotected sex, spanking. (please tell me if i missed any!)

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: i did write this for a different fandom, but felt like this fit eddie very well! so if this looks familiar, i have posted it on another account in a diff fandom <3

Minors DNI

It never failed to amaze you how naturally talented Eddie was. For him, learning was like breathing. Nothing to spare any extra thought towards, nothing that had to be dwelled on. It just was. Guitar? Simple. Cooking? Easy peasy. Singing? Effortless. Drawing? He could do it with his eyes closed.

It was never like that for you. You dwelled. You could never dive into something and perfect it right away. You tried your hand at sports and broke too many bones to count. You attempted embroidery and it left you with bloody fingers. You even tried adult coloring books and couldn't get the colors to stay in the lines. Nothing came naturally for you. You weren’t a prodigy. You weren’t perfect. You weren’t Eddie.

But of course that never stopped you from trying again. And again… and again.

Eddie, being the best boyfriend, always supported you in all of your endeavors. This time, however, he was extra supportive.

“Eddie?” you called out, walking in the front door of your shared home. You hung your keys up on the hook in the entryway, listening for a response but you were only met with silence. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. Eddie was always home by now. You made your way into your bedroom, noticing his discarded shirt on the floor. He was definitely home, you knew that for certain now. Knowing he could only be in one other place, you padded down the hall to Eddie’s music room. The door was cracked open so you peeked in for a moment. You saw a shirtless Eddie with one of his guitars in his lap and a pick in his mouth. He was writing something down on a piece of paper. He wasn’t using his Strat. That was odd.

“Hi baby,” You said as you entered the room. His head snapped in your direction and a smirk played on the corner of his mouth. He took the pick out of his mouth and shoved it in the front pocket of his jeans. After leaning the guitar against the wall, he reached his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You giggled, crossing the room to straddle his thighs. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek, making his way down the side of your face and onto your neck.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. I have a surprise for you.” he said into your neck. You leaned back, pulling his head away from you.

“And what kind of surprise would that be, Eds?” You asked as you stood up. Eddie grabbed the paper he was writing on when you walked in and he handed it to you.

“I wrote down the scales you’re going to learn how to play by the end of the night. I’m hoping you’ll recognize the song as you play.” He said, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear.

You laughed, holding the paper out towards him.

“And what happens if I don’t learn them all tonight?” you question, wondering why he was giving you a deadline.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he shrugged before grabbing the paper and looking you dead in the eyes. “You don’t get to cum.”

You and Eddie were very adventurous in the bedroom, to say the least. There wasn't much you wouldn’t try if the other asked. Eddie’s tone alone told you that tonight was going to be eventful. Not only that, you would be trying something new. You trusted Eddie with everything in you, so the butterflies in your tummy weren’t from nerves, but from excitement. You felt the all too familiar burn in the pit of your stomach as your thighs clenched together. He didn’t have to say much to get you wet. You could already feel it pooling in your panties.

“Who says I won’t just get myself off after you go to sleep?” you challenge. The smirk fell off of Eddie’s face as he walked towards you. You gulped, taking a couple steps back and hitting the wall. Eddie slowly lifted his hand to run his fingers lightly across your lips.

“My sweet little girl,” he murmured, trailing his fingers down the side of your face. He reached your neck and wrapped his hand around it, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I’ll take my belt to your ass so hard you wont be able to sit for days. All you’ll be able to do is grovel at my feet. Is one pathetic orgasm worth all of that pain? Is it worth the embarassment?” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head and gently squeezed your neck before dropping his hand and making his way to the futon in the corner of the room.

“No sir,” you whispered, knowing he would hear you. He leaned back in the futon, pointing at the guitar next to his desk.

“Bring the guitar over here and then strip.” he ordered, reaching down to pull the pick out of his pocket.

His eyes were locked on you the entire time you walked across the room to grab the guitar. You made your way back and stood in front of him, holding the guitar out and patiently waiting for him to grab it from you. Once it was out of your possession, you toyed with the hem of your shirt nervously. Eddie’s hand shot out and swatted the side of your thigh. It made you jump in surprise.

“I said strip.” he demanded.

You whimpered, nodding in acknowledgement. Taking your shirt off wasn’t the hard part. You had soaked through your panties and you didn’t want him to see. You paused with your thumbs hooked in the waistband of your pants. Slowly, you looked up at Eddie, noticing he had a knowing look in his eyes.

“I know you’re dripping, why are you trying to hide it from me?” he questioned. You huffed, feeling embarrassed for making a big deal out of it.

“I know I won’t be able to play and I’m embarrassed because I’m going to be stuck like this all night.” you whined, rubbing your thighs together. You felt like a petulant child who wasn’t going to get her way.

Eddie slowly breathed in and out and leaned forward.

“You will do as I say. You’re speaking so low of yourself already and you haven’t even started. We’re doing it my way this time anyways. You’ll have more motivation to play, believe me. What’s your color?” he lightly rubbed your leg, looking into your eyes to assure you further.

“Green.” you mumbled, pushing your pants down your legs. Eddie's hand moved from your thigh to the front of your lace panties. Your hips shot forward trying to chase any possible friction but his hand pulled away. Eddie shot you a warning look and gently put his hand back where it was. You were absolutely throbbing now. All you wanted him to do was touch you where you needed it most. His pointer finger pressed against your clothed clit and you felt a moan fall from your lips.

“So wet for me, baby. Come sit on my lap and let me love you for a minute.”

You immediately obeyed and straddled his thighs. He pulled your face down to his and your lips met. As soon as you felt his tongue trace your lips, it was like the rest of your body realized what was happening. Your hips started grinding down onto his crotch and your hands flew to grab fistfuls of his hair. You could hear yourself whining as he squeezed your hip with one hand and cupped your pussy with the other. You could feel his cock hardening beneath you.

Eddie slowly pulled away, moving both hands to your hips and stopping your movements.

“Your lesson is about to start, pretty girl. Get my cock out and push your panties to the side. I want you to keep me warm while you play.”

Your eyes widened at his demand. You’d never done that before. You waited a moment to see if he was joking, but he definitely was not. You nodded and quickly reached down to his button to open it and then unzipped his zipper. You noticed he wasn’t wearing anything under his jeans and you groaned out loud as you pulled his hard cock out. Without thinking, you licked the palm of your hand and pumped him a couple times. As you sat up on your knees, you looked down to see a dark wet spot on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie followed your line of sight and whispered “fuck” when he saw the mess you made on him.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his hips up slightly.

“You do, sir. I wanna feel you in me so bad.” you say as you pull your panties to the side. Strings of your slick connect your pussy to your panties. You lined yourself up over Eddie's hard cock and slowly slid down, groaning at the feeling of fullness he gave you. You started to lift yourself so you could come back down, but Eddie’s hands gripped your arms.

“Don’t move. I didn’t tell you to fuck yourself on my cock, I told you to keep it warm. Now pick the guitar up and practice.” You wiggled your hips a little bit to get used to the stretch. Eddie handed you the pick and you picked up the guitar and started playing. Eddie rubbed your thighs while you played, but you noticed that he would completely remove his hands from you when you stopped playing or when you messed up.

After 10 minutes of sitting with Eddie’s cock inside of you, your frustration was at an all time high. You were so horny and your fingers weren’t cooperating on the strings. Eddie noticed your rapidly growing anger.

“How about we make this more interesting? I’m going to play with your pretty little clit while you practice. I might even fuck you a little bit. But the second you mess up or you stop playing, I stop playing too. If you finish what I’ve written on the paper, I’ll let my pretty girl cum on my cock.”

Your head fell backwards as a tiny moan fell out of your mouth. You quickly agreed and began strumming the guitar again. Eddie licked his thumb and brought it to your clit and started lightly rubbing in circular motions. You felt him start moving under you, tiny little thrusts made your thighs tremble. You were getting into it, putting just enough focus into playing, when you played the wrong note. Immediately Eddie stilled beneath you and he pulled his hand away.

“No. No no no, I’m sorry. I’m trying so hard sir, I promise. Please touch me again.”

Eddie nodded towards the guitar and brought his fingers back to your swollen clit. You began playing again, letting out little gasps and moans as Eddie fucked up into you. Again, after only a few notes, you misplaced your fingers and an ugly twang sound came from the instrument in your hands.

Eddie stopped all movement again and you cried out, “No! Please sir just touch me. I need you so bad, I was so close. Please I’ll do anything, pretty please let me cum, I can't breathe, I need it, I need you!” You felt delirious at this point, dripping all over his cock.

You were breathing heavily and gasping when you felt a sharp stinging sensation on your clit. You sucked in a deep breath and caught Eddie’s glare. He had spanked your pussy.

“That’s enough. You do as you’re told and you get to cum. You’re almost done, baby girl. You can do it.” he soothed. You took another deep breath and began playing again. Eddie brought both hands to your hips and began thrusting up into you again. He was so deep and your brain became all fuzzy. All you could think about was his hot thick cock moving in and out of you. You were barely paying attention to what you were playing as tears streamed down your face. Apparently it was correct, considering Eddie hadn’t stopped moving.

After what felt like forever, you finally finished everything Eddie had written out for you. You noted that the song was Paranoid by Black Sabbath. Your cheeks warmed, realizing he remembered your favorite song. He grabbed the guitar and leaned it against the wall next to the futon.

“What a beautiful performance, sweetheart. Now get your reward, baby. Ride my cock.” He had barely finished speaking before you began bouncing in his lap. Skin smacking together and heavy exhales were the only things you could hear in the room. You felt pleasure twisting in your tummy, a rubber band about to snap. Eddie could feel you clenching around him. He began to thrust up into you again.

“That’s my good little girl. You did such a good job keeping my cock warm while you played. You looked so pretty with my cock in your cunt and the tears running down your cheeks while you played the guitar.” Eddie reached up and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing with every thrust of his cock.

“Come on baby, I can feel your pretty pussy milking my cock. I know you’re going to cum. I’m going to give you my cum too, baby. Let go for me, pretty girl.” His words set you off. The rubber band in your tummy snapped, making your entire body tense up. Just as you were pushed over the edge, you felt Eddie twitch inside you as his warm cum coated your walls. You leaned forward into Eddie’s chest as he pulled you off his softening cock. He lightly rubbed your back as you both came down from your high.

“Feel so empty.” you slurred, blinking tiredly.

Eddie chuckled and pushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m sure you do, lovely. You had my cock in you for the better part of an hour. You’re stretched so well.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Eddie, I think I’m going to keep practicing the guitar. I think it’ll be really rewarding if I stick with it.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

“I agree, baby girl. Let’s practice more often.”

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Loving You is Easy (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: Steve sometimes needs to be reminded that real love comes without conditions. (word count: 1.6k)

warnings: one (?) curse word, kissing, let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed. 

a/n: I was thinking about soft and vulnerable steve and i really just want someone to  hold him close and tell him it’s okay fr fr. 

——–

Loving Steve is easy, even when he’s under the impression that it’s not. 

“I’m really sorry, it’s just Robin really needs me to cover her shift and she took one for me last week so-”

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Bizarre Love Triangle || Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie Munson has finally graduated from Hawkins High. To celebrate, you plan a camping trip for the ages and invite Steve Harrington, your mutual friend that you're totally crushing on. Doesn't help that you also like Eddie, and that Eddie also likes you, and Steve is into you both. Oh, and you all have to share one cramped tent.

Couple: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Category: Smut

Content Warning: graphic smut, oral (m & f receiving), hand jobs, fingering, unprotected sex, graphic dirty talk, spit kink

Word Count: 9.1k

CONTAINS NO SPOILERS FOR S4 VOL 2

Eddie Munson was sulking as he drove, looking back at you and Harrington giggling and throwing pieces of the road food you’d grabbed at 7-11 forty miles back at each other. 

“This is dumb,” Eddie sighed, glancing at the two of you in his rearview mirror. “We should just go back to Hawkins. Why the fuck are we crossing state lines to camp out and get stoned out of our minds when we can do that back home?”

You frowned, crawling forward to lean over his seat, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating off of you. “C’mon, Eddie,” you said, your chin resting on his shoulder. “You’re officially free of Hawkins High. This is the senior trip to celebrate your liberation.”

He snorted, shaking his head. But he couldn’t ignore the intoxicating scent of your perfume (probably something he stole you from the department store back when Starcourt was still open). It was lucky that you slunk back to Harrington, because he audibly swallowed as he thought of how delicious you smelled and how easy it would be to lean over and nuzzle into your throat.

Eddie Munson, whether he would admit it or not, had it bad for his best friend. 

“Next hour, I’m picking the music,” Steve called around a mouthful of cracker jacks. “I’ve made a good mix for this. Perfect road trip music.” Eddie tried to hide his disappointed expression. God, he was glad that he had befriended Harrington, but his music taste made his ears bleed.

“Trip’s barely over two,” Eddie mumbled, but it went ignored as you dug into your bag with Steve. 

“You brought everything?” You asked softly, glancing at him with a sly grin. 

“I told you,” Steve insisted. “I made sure to pack everything on your list.” He met Eddie’s gaze in the rearview, and the older boy was suddenly sheepish that he’d been caught staring. “Can you believe this one made me pack bear spray?”

“This one knows that bear sightings in the national park are rare but possible,” you said pointedly. “And if you keep pestering me, I’ll use it to repel you.”

Steve lurched back, clutching his chest like he was wounded. Eddie watched as he propped up on his elbows, grinning up at you while you shook your head with mild amusement. It was hard for him not to feel left out. 

Because pre-Harrington, your dynamic was great. Maybe you were a bit too top-40 for his tastes, but he would put up with Pat Benatar if it meant he could see you dancing and singing along with a huge smile on your face. You liked painting his nails— usually black, because you loved to match his clothes, but on occasion, he’d let you make it more like you. A nice red or a sparkly top coat. Lucas, Mike, and Dustin always gave him shit about it, but he didn’t care. 

Simply put— you were his favorite person, even though he might not say it in so many words. He liked the way you were when it was just the two of you against the world. Nights reading Tolkien, Stephen King, and Bradbury on his bed, your fingers twirling his hair absentmindedly. He’d learn the chords to your favorite songs so you could sing along into a hairbrush while he watched in awe. Hell, you’d even joined Hellfire for a campaign or two when you had the time. 

And then there was Harrington. Dustin, the traitor that he was, thought he was doing his friend a favor by introducing the two of you. Little matchmaker hadn’t considered that maybe his other friend was too nervous to tell his best friend he was in love. So there Eddie was— stuck between the middle of two oblivious idiots, pining after the best friend who was into someone else. And maybe sometimes (or a lot of the time) he couldn’t figure out who he wanted to be more, Steve or you.

It was like something out of a shitty coming-of-age movie and he wanted no part of it. 

The rest of the car ride wasn’t exactly torture, but Eddie wasn’t looking forward to the ride home. The arrival at the campground was welcomed, and he was grateful to escape the car and the stupid tension between you and Steve. 

You hopped out of the back of the van and enveloped Eddie in a hug, squeezing him tightly. “Happy graduation, Eds,” you said, muffled against his clothes. “This is gonna be the best trip ever.”

———

You were sweating fucking buckets. Steve was slathering himself in sunscreen and bug spray, already pouting at the red bumps on his arms and legs where mosquitos had stopped for lunch. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched Eddie— his foot propped on a log as he retied his boots, leather jacket removed and slung over a shoulder. His long hair was tacky, sticking to his forehead. 

With a shake of your head, you averted your attention to setting up the first tent to be unpacked— the boys’ tent. The instructions weren’t exactly helpful, and neither Steve nor Eddie was a boy scout. You weren’t much for camping— but you figured it would be the easiest thing to get Eddie to agree to. Unfortunately, none of you knew shit about what it entailed. 

“Hey, does anyone know how to tie a decent knot?” You asked, furrowing your brows at the instructions. “I’ve gotta figure out how to tie these strings to the stakes in the ground.”

You glanced at Steve first and he shrugged. “Don’t look at me,” he said, throwing his hands up defensively. “My dad bought this for all those father-son camping trips we never went on. Safe to say I don’t know how to set it up.”

Next was Eddie, who shook his head simply. “I’m decent with knots, but not any that are useful outside of my bedroom.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes, tossing a random stick in his direction. But… you would be lying if you said that heat didn’t bloom in your cheeks and belly at his words. 

Steve sidled up beside you, taking the string into his hands. “I’ll try my best, but if this thing collapses don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With much effort and more than a few total collapses, you and Steve managed to get the tent to stand up on its own. It was your pride and joy, and you looked down at it with hands on your hips and the confidence of a new parent. 

“Alright, I’m not doing the second one,” you said definitively. “It should be in the back of the van. It’s yellow, a bit smaller than this one.”

Eddie nodded, trudging towards the back of his van. You watched him throw open the doors and rifle around in the bags there. Groceries, spare clothes, drug paraphernalia. His brows furrowed, and he gave a worried backward glance. He tossed the air mattresses onto the ground— deflated and sad looking— but kept digging around in your gear. 

“It’s uh…” He hesitated. “Harrington, come help me look through this,” Steve jogged over, putting a hand on the older boy’s shoulder as he surveyed the back of the van. You watched as both of their shoulders deflated at the same time and braced yourself as they turned around. “There’s no second tent in here.”

You frowned, crossing your arms. “No way,” you replied. “No, because I told you both that the yellow tent was leaning up against the air mattresses and not to forget it while I packed the food.”

Steve stepped forwards, looking guilty. “It’s my fault. I was the one who packed the van so I should’ve noticed.”

And then Eddie stepped forward. “No, it’s my fault. I double-checked and I still didn’t realize it wasn’t there.’

A groan escaped your lips as you stormed forward to grab the air mattresses, taking them into your arms. “You aren’t ‘no I’m Spartacus’-ing your way out of this one.” You tossed the deflated mattresses into the tent and huffed. “And I hope you both remembered the air pump, or you’ll be blowing those up with your mouths.”

You sat on the tailgate of the van, watching Steve and Eddie taking turns blowing up the mattresses. They were more than willing to throw accusations around about who really forgot the air pump (but you honestly had your money on Steve). Eventually, they tossed the blown-up mattresses into the tent and sat back, the last rays of sunlight casting a golden glow over them both. 

“You’re pouting, Princess,” Eddie accused, sitting down beside you.

“I’ll be fine,” you insisted. “I’ll just… sleep in your musty van tonight.” You looked at him sidelong and he laughed. 

You both went quiet, watching Steve as he tried to build a fire in the designated fire pit. His jeans were tight on his ass, and you were unabashedly staring. It was fine, whatever. You stared at people’s asses all the time. Like Eddie, for example. 

“It’s nice here,” Eddie piped up after a while, pulling you in with an arm around your shoulder. You sighed contentedly, feeling the denim of his vest soft against your cheek. He smelled like cigarettes and whatever cheap deodorant he wore. You bought him some expensive cologne for his birthday a few months back, and you could smell the remnants of it on the denim. He’d long since run out from overusing it to mask the smell of pot and cigarette smoke at school. 

You nodded, peering up at him. “I told you it would be,” you replied. “I was thinking tomorrow we could hike some of the trails. Get some fresh air, see some views.”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to,” he replied, his voice unusually soft. He glanced away and you felt your cheeks burn hot without knowing why. “Uh, maybe I should go help Steve with the fire.” You nodded and shifted away from him, placing your hands awkwardly in your lap as he hopped down and approached the other boy. 

Looking at the two of them made you feel like your life was turned upside down. One moment, you were head over heels for Steve, and the next you were mooning over Eddie. But you’d known Eddie most of your life— if something was going to happen, it already would have, right? You sighed, grabbing your bag and retrieving your camera from inside. A nice Polaroid that Nancy and The Wheelers had gotten you for your birthday. 

You approached the fire pit and paused, squinting into the tiny viewfinder before snapping a picture. Steve whirled around as the picture popped out of the top. 

“C’mon, you’re acting like my mom on prom night,” he groaned. 

You made a face. “My mom took prom pictures of you,” you accused.

“Fine, you’re acting like your mom on prom night,” he replied. You held up the camera again and Steve reluctantly smiled, giving you just enough time to get a picture. 

Eddie eyed you warily as you circled the firepit, which was just beginning to smoke as he rubbed a stick against another piece of firewood. He didn’t even have time to flip off the camera before you took the picture, much to your amusement. You sat atop a bench made by someone long before your trip out of a log and watched him carefully, the camera forgotten in your lap. 

It was a few more minutes before the fire took, sparking against the dry firewood and catching easily. Eddie cupped his hand around it and blew softly until the flame grew. You didn’t miss the tiny fist pump when he had well and truly made a campfire, and you could see how proud of himself he was. 

“Aw, baby’s first fire,” Steve said with a dopey grin. Eddie scoffed, wiping his hands on his jeans as he stood. 

“I used to light shit on fire all the time growing up,” Eddie said. “This is just more rustic.” He stretched, his shirt riding up on his waist so you could see the pale expanse of his stomach and the light dusting of hair below his belly button. You swallowed. Hard.  

“Alright, what’s next?” Steve asked, scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t know how this camping thing works.”

“Now…” Eddie said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a joint with a flourish and you rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatic behavior. “We toke up.”

———

Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew the difference between a crush and a friend. It was the kind of stuff you learned in third grade when you start chasing girls for fun at recess and get kissed behind the slide. 

For example, he knew that his feelings for you were beyond platonic. He remembered prom, the gold taffeta and black velvet dress was stiff against his hands as he slow danced with you. Thanks, you had said, for not letting me go alone. You’re a good friend, Steve. If things were different, he would’ve kissed you while that Madonna song played, because damn it,  he was crazy for you. 

But sometimes, things got confusing. Things that shouldn’t be confusing but were. Because his heart would race when Eddie’s fingers brushed his, passing him the joint. And he was pretty sure it wasn’t the drugs and it wasn’t the beer he’d been drinking. It was just him. 

A stupid, dopey smile would play at his lips when Eddie would tell a wildly dramatized story about some boring day-to-day event that had happened. He could manage to twist bumping into Jason Carver at the gas station into a riveting epic battle between good and evil. And sometimes Eddie stood close to him and Steve felt his heart pound and his head felt dizzy and all he could do was stare at the other boy’s lips while he talked. 

You were roasting a marshmallow over the fire, letting it get golden, then blackened, before you finally pulled it out and extinguished it with a quick puff of air. You held the skewered marshmallow in his direction, pushing it towards his lips. He took a bite, feeling it singe his tongue for a moment. You laughed and reached forward, brushing your thumb along his bottom lip, eyes-half lidded as you swept away remnants of marshmallow. 

“Here, just lick it off,” you said with a grin. He swallowed, meeting Eddie’s gaze briefly, his cheeks burning hot before you pushed your thumb between his lips and he cleaned off the sticky remnants. You tasted sweet from the marshmallow and smoky from holding onto the joint. You moved your thumb back and wiped your hand off on your shorts. Biting the rest of the marshmallow casually before skewering another. 

Steve licked his lips, and he could almost imagine the taste of your skin there. Eddie was already working on rolling another joint, his work careful and deliberate. Heat bloomed in his chest as the older boy’s tongue darted out, licking the rolling paper to seal it. 

He made himself look away suddenly, occupying himself with the cassette player he had brought. It was your mix inside, a combination of songs you listened to with him and songs you listened to with Eddie. It made a discordant setlist that could go from Metallica to Billy Joel so quickly it would make his head spin. In the middle of a Quiet Riot song that he thought he had heard on the radio once or twice, Steve popped out the cassette and immediately regretted it. Both yours and Eddie’s gaze turned on him, and he stumbled through a shitty response. 

“I wanted to show you guys a mix I made.” He immediately cursed himself internally. He really didn’t want to show Eddie Munson of all people his mix, especially because he knew that he would tear it to absolute shreds with no remorse. He had done so in the past. 

There was no going back, so Steve popped in the cassette and handed you the aptly titled “Steddie Mix <3” so you could tuck it away safely. As soon as he pressed play, he regretted his attempt at branching out his music taste. Because he liked New Order, he really did, but the song choice felt too on the nose. 

Eddie’s face scrunched up in mild discontent. “New age shit, Harrington?” He asked. Steve’s face burned. “What’s this one called?”

Steve swallowed. “Uh, ‘Bizarre Love Triangle.’” Eddie raised his brows, almost in recognition, but said nothing else. He just lit his new joint, took a pull, then reached across you to pass it over to Steve. 

He was grateful as he took a hit, only coughing slightly as he held it in his lungs. He was suddenly aware of the fact that Eddie’s lips were just in the same place that his were, and if he thought about it harder, it was like a kiss that had been deconstructed. He took another pull and passed the joint to you. He wondered if you were thinking about the same things he was. 

Maybe he should just tell you how he felt, maybe he should use his lowered inhibitions to confess everything, even if it made things worse. But that was a bad idea, and even he knew that. It was best to just bite his tongue and smoke with the two of you, listen to his mix, and eat a goddamn s'more. He didn’t need to ruin the nice trip because he was confused. It would work itself out eventually. 

He hoped. 

“So, Eddie,” you said as you passed him the joint, now decorated with a smudge of your lipstick. “What’s next for you now that you’re a high school graduate?”

Eddie sighed, stretching out his legs, his leather boots dangerously close to the campfire. “Dunno,” he shrugged. “Move somewhere nicer than the shithole that is Hawkins. Form a new band, meet a nice girl or guy or something.” Steve tried to conceal his shock so he didn’t look like an asshole or a bigot. “What about you, Harrington? You’re one year out from the hellhole that is Hawkins High… Big plans?”

Steve swallowed. “Uh.” His face was burning hot, surely pink up to the tips of his ears. “I don’t exactly have opportunities jumping out at me, you know?” The admission made shame well in his stomach. “I want to move out soon, maybe find a community college that doesn’t care about my shitty high school GPA. Meet a nice girl… or guy.” He took a swig of his beer, almost forgotten beside him, and relished having something to shut him up. 

You held up your own bottle, the brown glass gleaming in the firelight. “To big plans,” you said. Steve tapped his bottle against yours, and Eddie held up his joint. 

The campfire was dying, but you all stayed there, getting that delicious mixture of tipsy and high until all that was left were embers. 

———

The tent was pretty big— one of those giant canvas monstrosities that you could stand up in— but you were still all crammed inside like sardines, tossing and turning to get comfortable. Steve’s arm slung across your waist, but he was warm and you were sweaty so you shrugged his touch off. 

“This sucks,” you groaned, turning onto your back to stare up at the peak of the tent. “It’s hot and cramped and I’m going to kill both of you for leaving my tent back home.” You sat up suddenly, your lowered inhibitions getting in the way of your better judgment. You tore off the pajama top you slept in, leaving you only in a pair of silky shorts and a bra. You laid back, a frown still painting your lips at the sticky feel of your skin. 

It was fucking hot. And it didn’t help that Steve was like a furnace. Neither of the boys seemed too bothered by the sweltering heat in the tent. Eddie was pretty much already asleep in his plaid pajama pants, ripped at the knee and torn around the ankles. He was sprawled on his stomach, one arm tucked under his head like a pillow, a thin blanket slung around his waist. 

And Steve was fine, although he looked concerned that you were uncomfortable. He slept in a thin white tank top and sweatpants, which made him look more handsome than he needed to be. “I’ll sleep in the car if you want,” he said, his voice just below a whisper. “I just need to ask Eddie for the keys.”

You shook your head. “No, he’s already asleep, I think,” you replied. “I’ll be fine. Just go to sleep.” He nodded, offering a tired smile before turning onto his side, his legs curled slightly into himself. A deep sigh escaped you as you closed your eyes. 

For the next hour, Eddie slept fitfully, tossing and turning back and forth until you were partly convinced he was just as awake as you felt. Steve, on the other hand, seemed to be peacefully sleeping— scooting closer to you unconsciously as he slept, until he was tucked into your side and his leg was nestled between yours. And then Eddie turned onto his side, pressed firmly against you until he hooked his leg over yours and pulled you close like a koala. 

God, they were needy when they were asleep. Eddie’s breath was soft against your throat, and you could feel from the cadence of it that he was asleep. You shifted between them and Eddie hummed softly, a sweet sound you hadn’t known could escape him. You were long since sober, but the feeling of his breath on you and Steve’s fingers on your bare skin made you feel euphoric. 

Between the two of them, it was easy to forget the heat. You were far more focused on how they were touching you, the feel of their hair tickling your skin and each sleepy shift in their movements. Still, sweat beaded along your back, tacky where baby pieces of hair curled at the base of your neck. 

Eddie made a sleepy hum as he shifted closer, practically nuzzling against you. It made sudden sense why he slept with a body pillow in his bed, aside from the obvious reasons. He was a touchy person while awake, always nudging or wrapping himself around whoever he was talking to. And he was just the same when he was sleeping. 

He mumbled something groggily as you wriggled slightly, trying to get comfortable. His hand wrapped around your waist, just above Steve’s, tugging you into him. 

Oh shit. You froze as you felt something prodding against your ass. This is why you wanted your own tent. 

“Eddie,” you whispered softly. “Are you awake?” He didn’t respond, and you knew he had to be asleep, or else he’d be panicking and apologizing and making a weird big deal about his random nighttime boner. 

Steve blinked slowly beside you, his brows furrowed to see you in the dark. “What’s goin’ on?” He slurred sleepily. His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your skin.

Your face burned. “It’s nothing,” you lied. His knee shifted between your legs as he moved, and your heart hammered. You were all so fucking close to each other. “Eddie’s just holding me a little tight.”

Steve lifted the dead weight of Eddie’s arm slowly, so as not to disturb him and nodded your way. “C’mere, I’ll scoot so you have more room.” You wriggled as you attempted to free yourself from Eddie’s leg pinning you down. Eddie moaned softly, rutting against you. 

A shiver ran through you at the soft sounds escaping his lips, the way his breath felt against your throat. You were liking this way more than you should have been, especially with him asleep. 

“Eddie, c’mon, wake up,” you said, a little louder now that Steve was awake. 

“Mmmph.” He buried his face in your hair. 

The air mattress moved with another shift of Eddie’s hips, and he gasped again at the feeling, perhaps a bit more awake than he was before. 

Steve swallowed as his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he could see the way Eddie was practically grinding himself against you in his sleep. “Is he…?” He trailed off. “We should wake him up.”

“Yeah,” you said on an exhale. “Yeah, we should.”

You reached back and shook Eddie’s shoulder, hoping to rattle him awake. He groaned and rolled off of you, a frown painting his lips as he squinted into the dark. 

“Can’t see shit,” Eddie muttered, quickly reaching up to flick on the lantern. The sudden light made you groan with annoyance, shielding your eyes until they could adjust. 

 Great. Now you were all completely awake again. “Why’s your fuckin’ top off?” Eddie asked groggily after glancing over at you. You tugged your blanket up quickly, heat blooming in your cheeks as his eyes narrowed. “Were you and Harrington fucking?”

“What?!” Steve nearly yelped. 

“No!” You insisted. 

Eddie laughed, rolling onto his side, his head propped up on his hand. “Good, ‘cause I would’ve felt left out.” You swallowed, blinking up at him as his words sank in. Steve was uncharacteristically quiet, and you were so conscious of his hand on your stomach, still there even though you were well past being able to blame closeness on being asleep. 

Eddie furrowed his brows at both of you. “That was a joke. What’s up with you two?”

Well, I’m sandwiched between two guys who I want to sleep with and one of them was dry humping me in my sleep. That’s what's up with me. “It’s just hot in here.”

Eddie sighed in conceit, throwing the blanket off of himself. Even in the dark, you could see the tent that had formed in his flannel pajamas. Your heart thrummed and your head swam with thoughts you shouldn’t have had about a best friend. 

“Where are you going?” You asked, sitting up. 

Eddie furrowed his brows. “Full disclosure?” You nodded. “I’m going to take care of my situation.”

Your eyes went wide. “You can’t go out there right now!” 

Steve sat up then, glancing between the two of you. “Why not?”

“Bears!”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head. “Oh my god. A bear isn’t going to come kill me while I jack off.”

You slapped his arm. “I’m serious, Eddie! You heard the park ranger on the way in. It’s bear season. You’re not going.”

He rolled his eyes. “What do you suggest, hm? Pray the boner away?”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks and you shook your head. “No, I mean, just take care of it here.”

Eddie looked like he’d just been struck dumb. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “You’re totally serious right now?”

You plucked at a stray thread on your blanket, suddenly far more interested in the poorly made quilt than meeting Eddie’s gaze. “I mean… yeah it’s safer than going out there.” You peered up at him. “I’m trying to look out for you.”

The tiniest of smiles turned up his lips, and you felt your heart begin to race as he inched impossibly closer to you. He smelled like a campfire and you wanted to just breathe him in. Your lashes fluttered as he looked at you. 

“You sure that’s all you’re trying to do?”

You stammered. “What?” Your voice came out high and pitchy, and you cursed your stupid vocal cords for betraying you.

“Back me up, Steve,” Eddie said, drawing the younger boy’s attention back to the two of you. It seemed that he was trying his best to be occupied by the flat canvas of the tent wall. 

“Hm?” Steve scratched at the back of his neck, his cheeks were impossibly red. 

“Doesn’t it seem like she’s trying to get me to jerk off in front of you two?” Eddie raised a brow as Steve swallowed hard. “Oh… you’re into that, aren’t you pretty boy?”

Steve stammered, but it was impossible to hide it. The thin blanket across his lap couldn’t hide his obvious hard-on, no matter how he shifted and squirmed to hide it. 

Eddie was eating the attention up. You and Steve, squirming and embarrassed as he called you both out on your lewd thoughts. It was like Christmas and his birthday rolled into one. 

He laid back on the stupid blow-up mattress, one arm thrown behind his head. You bit down on your tongue to keep a gasp from escaping your lips at the sight of his tattooed bicep. Eddie Munson was so fucking handsome it made your teeth ache. 

You could hear Steve’s breath catch as Eddie closed his eyes, letting his hand slip beneath the band of his pants. “Mmm…” A gratified moan escaped his lips as he took his length into his hand, concealed by his pajamas. “Fuck me.”

His head fell back against his pillow, the expanse of his neck looking oh so inviting. Want stirred within you, throbbing at your core. Of all the ways you had seen him before, nothing could have prepared you for this. 

A whimper escaped Steve beside you, and your heart stuttered at the noise.  He couldn’t help himself, that much was obvious. He rubbed along the outline of his cock in his sweatpants, rutting into his grip. 

“This is so stupid,” you said suddenly. Eddie’s movements didn’t falter, didn’t cease as he looked at you expectantly. “Why should we all get off by ourselves when we can just… use each other?” You swore internally. “I mean… what’s a bit of fucking around between friends?”

Steve groaned. “Jesus fuck.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and you couldn’t help but relish how pretty he was. “You can use me, I don’t—“ His lips met your shoulder, peppering kisses on the sweat-sticky skin. “I don’t fucking care. I want it.”

Eddie cried out, watching as Steve fucked into his hand and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses anywhere he could reach. He dipped down, mouthing at your tits over your bra with desperate hunger. His moans vibrated against your skin as you replaced his hand with your own, stroking him through his sweats. 

“God, what did I say about feeling left out,” Eddie muttered, sitting up so he could join the two of you. His mouth met yours instantly— an eager meeting of tongues and teeth. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue against yours, the domineering way that he claimed your mouth as his own. 

Steve was bucking into your hand, keening against your skin. You’d never known him to be so needy— the king Steve who you had crushed on when you sat in the bleachers at basketball games and swim meets. The cocky bravado that you noticed when he paraded around the natatorium in nothing but the horrible Hawkins-green speedos. 

But he was desperate, and you had never known you could love that so much. He kissed your skin with reverence, pulling down the cups of your bra to suck on your tits. He groaned against supple skin, nuzzling into them. 

“Why don’t you—“ Eddie’s words were cut off by you leaning up and capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss. He pulled back and held your chin in place with his thumb. “Why don’t you take Harrington’s cock out, hm? Make pretty boy feel good for us.” He glanced over to Steve, whose pupils were blown wide. “How does that sound, Steve? You want us to make you feel good?”

“Mhmm,” Steve moaned against you. “Whatever— shit— whatever you want.”

Eddie grinned like the cat who got the cream, brushing his thumb over your lip briefly. “You hear that?” He asked, ever-so-dramatic. “Stevie here says he wants whatever we want.” You gave a shuddering breath as you blinked up at Eddie. “Do you want something, sweetheart?”

“To touch him,” you said in what was barely a whisper, your voice failing you. “Wanna make him cum for us.”

Eddie pet your hair affectionately, but there was something more in his gaze. “How benevolent of you.” His hand moved from your chin, traveling down the side of your throat and abdomen until it found the elastic of your shorts. “What if I gave that sweet pussy of yours some attention while you so graciously focus on Harrington? You want that? You want your best friend to eat your pussy until you’re begging for mercy?”

You nodded wordlessly, too wired to form a complete sentence. He slid his hand beneath your waistband, holding your gaze as he breached the elastic of your panties just as easily. His fingers stopped just short of your clit, resting firmly on your mound. 

“Are you gonna be wet when I touch you down there, sweetheart? Does touching Harrington’s cock while kissing me get you all hot and bothered?” He asked, grinning when your cheeks flared with heat. “Aw… don’t be shy. Tell me the truth.”

You nodded just as he let his middle finger brush your clit, a gasp ripping past your lips. He smiled wickedly, dipping his fingers further until he found a pool of slick at your center. 

Eddie clicked his tongue disapprovingly as you tried to grind yourself against his fingers. “Don’t forget about pretty boy over here,” he chided. “Can’t just be you having all the fun, can it? I thought your whole idea was for us to use each other?”

His voice was teasing and pretty. You were pretty sure that in that moment he could read an encyclopedia cover to cover and you would be a dripping mess by page three. 

Steve’s breath caught as your fingers caught on the elastic of his sweats, tugging down just enough to free his cock. Sheepishness made his cheeks flush, and he swallowed hard as you took in the sight of him, tongue darting out to lick your lips. 

“It’s okay, right?” He asked hesitantly. 

“It’s fucking perfect, Steve,” you replied as you took him into your hand, eliciting a gratified moan from his pretty lips. He buried his face in your neck as you stroked his length, relishing in each desperate noise you pulled from him.

You were so distracted by the pretty noises he was making that you hadn’t even noticed Eddie getting comfortable between your legs until his rings stung cold on your burning hot thighs.

He peeled your shorts down your legs, his lips following the path that his fingers brushed down your legs. A pretty smile spread across his lips at the sight of white cotton covering your modesty. He made a face that looked nearly pained with desire, hunger dripping from every feature. “C’mon, sweetheart, you’re killing me.” You grinned as he peppered kisses along the plush of your thighs, leaving your skin glistening in each spot his mouth claimed. 

“Keep going, baby,” Eddie instructed. “You stop, I stop.” Oh, you realized suddenly. You’d stopped touching Steve. 

It was hard to focus on giving Steve an adequate handjob with Eddie’s face between your thighs. He placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy through the pristine white cotton, groaning at the smell of your desire. Steve, however, didn’t seem to mind. He turned your face with the gentlest of touches to your jaw and captured your mouth with his. 

There was a lot to love about kissing Steve. He was gentle, no matter how desperate he felt. His lips brushed against yours reverently, soft and supple against your own. You had always thought that he had a pretty mouth— pretty everything— and you supposed he got his reputation for a reason. But somehow, that reputation led you to believe that he would be completely different like this— rough where he was soft, domineering where he was pliable. Each moan into your mouth was like a reward, and you found yourself lost in the way he sounded when his moans were swallowed up by you. 

Eddie didn’t bother with taking your panties off— not yet. He simply tugged them to the side and buried his face in your cunt. You gasped into Steve’s mouth, grabbing onto his shoulders for purchase as Eddie feasted on you. Your thighs trembled as his tongue explored you, dipping into your entrance before teasing at your clit. He moaned low and throaty as he wrapped his lips around your clit, suckling until you had to pull back from kissing Steve to cry out in earnest. 

Eddie watched you from between your thighs, his big, pretty eyes darkened with desire. He looked every bit the fallen angel that Hawkins believed him to be, and you couldn’t get enough. You moved your free hand to his hair, just as soft as you’d expected it to be as you tangled your fingers in it. When he moaned against your pussy it felt like heaven.

“Does it feel good?” Steve asked, his words buzzing against your jaw as he traced it with warm kisses. Your face burned with desire and sheepishness at the question. “‘S Eddie’s mouth making you this desperate?” His breath was shallow as you stroked him, and you could sense that he was doing all he could to maintain some semblance of control. 

“And you.” It took everything within you to meet his gaze while Eddie was quite literally tongue-fucking you. Steve cried out as your thumb teased the head of his cock, bucking into your fist. He swore, moving your hand from around him, a sheepish blush painting his cheeks. 

“Nearly made me bust in your hand like a fucking teenager,” he muttered, but the adoring expression in his gaze told you he didn’t mind that much. “Sound too pretty with Munson between your thighs. Driving me crazy.” Every few words, Steve left needy kisses along your throat, his big hands groping at your tits, making you arch into him. Each noise that he and Eddie pulled from within you made his cock twitch in his lap, still aching and needy. 

Eddie was fucking relentless— thick fingers probing inside of you, stretching you out while his tongue laved at your clit. You could feel the mess that you and he had made of your thighs, of the blanket beneath you. Everything was sticky and wet, and Jesus Christ, you could hear how hungrily he feasted on you and how wet you were as his fingers plunged in and out. 

And beneath all of it, you could feel him mumbling against you— broken sentences that would have made you blush in the daylight. Taste just like heaven. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Sucking my fingers right in.

You could practically taste how close you were— metallic on the back of your tongue. Eddie groaned as your grip on his hair tightened and your ground your cunt against his fingers and mouth. 

“That’s it,” Steve hummed against your skin. “Let go for us. Show us how pretty you look when you cum.” And with Steve fucking Harrington talking like that in your ear, did you really have any choice? 

In all of your life up until that point, you’d never experienced a feeling quite like it. Eddie’s mouth on you, the way he stretched you with his fingers, Steve’s mouth on your tits. Your thighs clamped around Eddie’s head as he worked you through your orgasm, muscles tensing until you came down with a broken moan. He placed a few featherlight kisses to your clit, making your legs tremble.

When he sat back, his face glistened with your desire. His lips were swollen and puffy from use, even prettier when he grinned up at you and Steve. “Fuckin’ ambrosia.” He slotted himself between the two of you, that smug look on his face not even budging. His gaze moved to Steve, and you watched the younger boy swallow hard at the attention. “C’mere, Harrington. Have a taste.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as Eddie tilted his head up with a firm hand beneath his chin, tugging his mouth open slowly. With a gentle nod, Steve opened his mouth, peering up at Eddie expectantly. You watched through your lashes as Eddie spit onto Steve’s tongue, thick with your essence. He wiped at Steve’s bottom lip as he closed his mouth and swallowed. 

There was a moment of complete stillness between the three of you, like you were each waiting to make the next move. You glanced between the two men, watching them look at each other, trying to read their limits in each other’s faces. 

You could see the moment Steve broke— the hungry, desperate fuck it that played in his mind as he practically lunged forward to capture Eddie’s lips with his. His hands tangled in Eddie’s long, unruly hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Eddie moaned into Steve’s mouth, and you shivered as you watched their tongues brush each other as they leaned back in for more. 

“Fuck, Harrington,” Eddie gasped as he pulled back. You watched his eyes rake over Steve’s body, the awkward combination of no pants and the tank top that had ridden up his stomach. “We’ve gotta get you undressed.”

Ever-so-eager, Steve tugged off his shirt before you or Eddie could move to do it for him, messing up his hair in the process. You grinned, leaning in to run your fingers through it, and he leaned into your touch. 

“You taste good,” Steve said, meeting your gaze with a tiny smirk. You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips. 

“She feels good too,” Eddie said, running his warm hands up and down your thighs. You shivered, squeezing your thighs together as a wave of desire rushed through you. “I bet you want to feel her, dontcha? Get your dick wet? Don’t worry, I got her nice and ready for you.” As if to demonstrate, he eased your legs apart and tugged your panties down. When you were bare for them, he swiped a finger through your folds, revealing it to be glistening with your wetness. Your heart thrummed as he popped that finger in his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. 

Steve’s eyes went wide and he swallowed. “You haven’t done anything yet,” Steve said, glancing down at the hard-on confined within Eddie’s pajama pants. 

Eddie waved him off. “I’m being generous, pretty boy. Trust me, I’ll enjoy watching you fuck her as much as you’ll enjoy doing it.”

You shook your head, fingers slipping beneath the elastic waist of his flannel pajamas. “Mmm… nope,” you said, peering up at him. “What if I blow you while Steve’s fucking me instead? Then you can trade and I can clean him up.”

Eddie raised a brow as he looked at you. “You been thinking about this a lot?” You nodded, teeth digging into your bottom lip to contain your sheepish smile. “Yeah? You want both of us, hm? So greedy for cock you can’t pick?” A whimper escaped you as you nodded. He smiled and glanced over your shoulder at Steve. “Alright, Harrington, let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Eddie was quick to lay back on the mattress, nodding for you to slot yourself between his legs. Of course he had left his clothes on, wanting you to undress him. You settled on all fours, back arched as you pulled off Eddie’s pants. You licked your lips, blinking up at Eddie with newfound hunger. 

“Aw, are you speechless sweetheart?” He asked, petting your face with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes, but Eddie still looked rather proud of himself. And holy shit when did he get a tattoo on his thigh? 

Steve leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades. “You ready for me?” He asked. You shivered as he brushed your into his fist, keeping it out of your face. 

“Yes, Steve, please,” you gasped, wiggling your hips impatiently. Eddie grinned, meeting Steve’s gaze over your head. 

“We’ve gotta get her attitude in check, don’t we?” Eddie asked. He took his cock into his hand and stroked himself as you watched, waiting and eager to get him into your mouth. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her all straightened out.”

Steve’s cock teased your entrance, but he paused reaching around until his hand was in front of your mouth. “Spit for me?” He asked. You could feel heat rise in your cheeks, but you obliged him, spitting into his hand. “You too, Munson.”

“I like this side of you, Harrington. You’re so bossy,” Eddie said, leaning forward to spit into Steve’s hand. You turned, looking over your shoulder as Steve used his spit-slick hand to stroke his cock, gathering precum from the tip as he worked his hand. 

You grasped onto Eddie’s thighs as Steve’s cock pressed against your entrance, stretching you with each inch that pushed inside. You cried out when he was fully sheathed within you, clenching around him as he stilled, letting you acclimate to his size. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie laughed condescendingly, petting your hair. 

“Aw, Stevie, I think she wants you to move.” 

He was so smug, and so attractive, and you loved Eddie so much that it was infuriating. Here he was, smiling and acting casual as if you weren’t actively dripping around Steve Harrington’s cock while your mouth was inches away from his own. Fuck smugness. You looked at him through your lashes as you let your tongue trace him from base to tip, eliciting a shaky moan. You smirked, feeling rather proud of yourself, and took him into your mouth completely. 

He swore, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you took him deeper, spit slicking your hand where you grasped his length. Steve couldn’t have held out any longer if he wanted to— not with the sounds you and Eddie were making, the way your walls were fucking squeezing him. He gave an experimental thrust and you cried out, your voice muffled filthily by the mouthful of Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck, feels so good,” Steve cried out, dropping your hair to grasp onto your hips so he could pull you back onto him with every thrust. Every noise you made was strangled like it was being ripped from your lungs. You weren’t alone in being ridiculously loud, which was reassuring. Steve couldn’t seem to keep himself quiet at all— wasn’t even bothering with volume control. He sounded so pretty that you wished you could record it and play it over and over. 

Eddie was a step down from Steve, but certainly wasn’t quiet. Where Steve was all breathy moans and swears, Eddie was low, guttural moans that made you shiver. His head was tossed back against the floral pillowcase you had brought, the veins on his neck prominent with each pretty noise he made. 

“That’s it,” Steve praised as you slipped a hand beneath yourself to rub at your clit. “Keep touching yourself like that.” He cried out, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight. Fucking perfect.”

You were drooling around Eddie’s cock, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth and spilling down your hand. It was messy and desperate but Eddie was fucking loving it. Each whimper around him, each time you gagged or had tears well up in your eyes as you looked up at him— it was fucking heaven. 

You moved your mouth from him, lips swollen and puffy as you caught your breath between whimpers. Eddie wiped your mouth with his thumb tenderly, the tiniest of adoring smiles on his lips, not that anyone would believe you if you said it. You continued jerking him off in time with Steve’s thrusts, which only drove him crazier. 

“Aww, pretty girl’s getting close,” Eddie cooed, though the bravado present earlier wasn’t as striking when he was so utterly fucked. “Gonna cum again for us?”

You whimpered, nodding desperately. You mouthed at the head of his cock, your tongue laving it sloppily as Steve fucked you. Your fingers stumbled to keep their rhythm on your clit as you got closer and closer, thighs trembling with the effort not to buckle.

A guttural, desperate moan escaped you as you came, trembling with the intensity of your second climax of the night. You shivered as you came down, whimpering as Steve fucked into your sensitive cunt. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Steve gasped, urgency in his tone. “Tell me where you want it.”

You were slow with the euphoria weighing down your veins. Before you could respond, Eddie piped up. “C’mere, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes went wide, but he pulled out, stroking along his soaked length as he settled next to Eddie. You watched through heavy lids as Eddie replaced Steve’s hand with his own, jerking him off tentatively as he looked up at him. “This okay?”

“M-more,” Steve nearly pleaded. Eddie raised a brow, his lips quirking up in a grin. 

“You mind if I take care of Steve, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. You shook your head, a sated smile painting your lips as you watched Eddie sit up on his knees, peering up at Steve through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty boy. I’m all yours.”

You knew that Steve wouldn’t last long. He held onto Eddie’s hair like a lifeline as the metalhead took him into his mouth, tasting your desire on his length. Eddie moaned at the taste, at the feel of Steve’s cock heavy on his tongue. 

“Shit,” Steve cried out, his voice wavering. “Oh fuck. ‘M gonna cum.” His warning didn’t deter Eddie one bit, which was admirable. You watched with a sympathetic sort of satisfaction at the sight of Steve cumming onto Eddie’s tongue. Head thrown back, stomach twitching as he drained himself completely into the older boy’s tongue. 

Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You up for more, Sweetheart?” He glanced at Steve, who had already laid down on the mattress in an attempt to catch his breath. “I think Stevie boy’s out of commission.”

You laughed, almost feeling like joining him. “For the Edward Wayne Munson? The resident freak of Hawkins, Indiana?” You asked, crawling into his lap. Your faces were so close that your noses brushed. “Always, baby.”

He inched forward, pecking your lips gently. “Didn’t exactly plan on fucking anyone on this sweet little camping trip,” he admitted. “No rubbers. You want me to pull out?”

“Nah,” you replied, grinding your hips against him. “It’ll be like your graduation present.”

“Fuck me,” He groaned, shaking his head. “If your graduation presents are this nice, maybe I’ll go to college.” You rolled your eyes, reaching between you to grasp at his cock. He shuddered, chest heaving as you lined him up with your entrance and sank down onto him. 

Both of you went still, just breathing together as you adjusted to his size. Steve had him beat in terms of girth, and that stretch felt fucking perfect, but Eddie was so fucking deep that you could practically feel him in your stomach. 

“Good?” He asked softly. You nodded wordlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again. 

You rode him in earnest, despite your muscles aching from the night’s exertions. Your own pleasure was the last thing on your mind, still thrumming from your last climax. All you wanted was to be the reason Eddie Munson was falling apart beneath you. His hair clung to the edges of his face, tacky with sweat. You had almost forgotten that the heat was a problem with everything going on. 

You glanced past Eddie to see Steve propped up on his elbows, watching you both intently. His undivided attention only made desire burn hotter within you. You rolled your hips against Eddie, arching your back to draw attention to your tits. He groaned at the sight, almost like he’d been reminded they were there. He took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking on it fervently as he groped your other breast. 

“Feel so good inside of me, Eds,” you practically purred. He groaned against your tits and you grinned. “Want you to cum in me. Fill me up, don’t waste a drop.”

“Fucking vixen,” he mumbled between groans of pleasure, peppering soft kisses along the supple skin of your chest. 

You reached up, tugging his hair so he fucking whimpered. “C’mon, baby,” you urged, riding him harder and faster despite the burning in your thighs. “Cum for me. Please, Eddie.”

He tried to hold out longer, but the sight of you practically begging for it, of your tits bouncing as you rode his cock was too much for him to handle. He held your hips in place as he came, twitching within you until you slipped off him. 

Pearly white dripped from your cunt, sticking to your thighs as you rolled off of him, claiming your place between him and Steve. You could feel your desire cooling between your thighs, the mess of spit from kisses and sweat cooling on your skin. You’d all need a long trip to the showers tomorrow. 

Steve was the first to move closer to you— nuzzling into your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist. You reached for Eddie, tugging him right against your other side. “I love you guys,” you sighed contentedly. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

———

In the morning, you had to practically pry yourself from Steve and Eddie’s arms. You stretched, goosebumps erupting over your bare skin. You should’ve dressed before bed,  but the three of you had fallen deeply asleep practically the moment you cuddled together on the shitty mattress. 

Each article of your clothing was tossed around the tent— Steve’s tank top hid your shorts, but your panties were nowhere to be found. If you had to guess… Munson. You dressed as best as you could, though, and recovered your boys with the blankets, eager to grab a drink from the cooler outside. 

You opened the tent flap and stepped outside, freezing with shock. 

“Eddie! Steve!” You called with concern. “Come look at this!” They rushed out of bed, wrapping their respective blankets around their waists to preserve a modicum of modesty before joining you. 

“Oh… shit,” Eddie said. You could hear the amusement in his tone, so thick that you didn't even have to look to see he was trying not to laugh. 

The campsite was utterly wrecked— your ice chest emptied, Steve’s bag of clothes emptied out and strewn around. Everything that hadn’t been packed back into the van had been tossed around like a tornado had blown through. 

“I told you,” you said finally. “It’s bear season.”

Steve shook his head, a tiny grin on his lips. “More of an excuse to go back to Hawkins and repeat what we did last night on a real bed, right?”

Eddie grinned, glancing between you and Steve. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea, Harrington. We pack that van now, we can be back in Hawkins screwing each other’s brains out by lunchtime.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked over the wrecked campsite. “You know… we probably should. Because of the bears, and everything.”

Yeah, you thought. Thank god for bears.

#whore hours

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I Want to Do What Lovers Do With You.◦○˚♡.˚ₓ

Pairing | Eddie Munson x reader

Warnings | 18+ only, P in V sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praise kink, brief mention of uncomfy virginity loss (not to Eddie), brief mention of underage drinking, drug use, Eddie calls himself dumb a couple times, there’s maths talk early on I promise it’s only short.

Request | Concept. Reader has never gone on a date or anything before, they’re not naive, they just haven’t been interested in anyone. Eddie and reader have been crushing on each other for a while and when eddie half-jokingly asks them out they say yes. Reader being easily overwhelmed by the newfound affection and eddie having to get them used to it.

Word Count | ~4,000

A/N | So here’s the thing. In hindsight I realise maybe you wanted virgin reader, and I didn’t do that. I also didn’t even write a date. However, I think I got the ~spirit~ of the request. I will definitely write virgin reader in the future, but I didn’t do it here, sorry if that’s what you were looking for. Reader is new to intimacy though, if that helps.

“Zero point seven.” Eddie’s head snaps up from the calculator, waiting hopefully for the approving nods he’s been earning from you more and more. 

“Mm-hmm,” you nod, pointing to the page of rough triangles you’d drawn out for him to practice. "Now remember, the cosine of the angle is equal to the adjacent, which we want, over the hypotenuse, which is twenty three, so…”

“I’ve gotta divide something now.”

“Well, how about you write the equation down with what you have?”

“Shit,” he sighs, leaning back in his chair. “That’s just your nerdy way of telling me I gotta multiply.”

You smile in spite of yourself, knowing that Eddie is the only person who has ever called you a nerd without any real malice. There’s admiration, appreciation, in his tone somewhere, under the frustration.

“C'mon. Give it a try and then we can take a break, yeah?”

Eddie’s face splits in a conspiratorial grin. “What sort of break are we talking here?“

"That depends on whether you answer correctly.”

“Man. If only my real teachers knew how to motivate me like you. I’d probably have graduated early.”

“Eddie. The cosine of the angle equals?”

“That’s just cruel. I’m trying to concentrate and you know your teacher voice gets me going.”

You have to fight a nervous laugh, choosing instead to bite the inside of your lip and gesture to the paper with your head. Eddie sighs and brings his attention to the square lined notebook, twisting the pen round his fingers while he glances between the question and the calculator. You watch him pull his own plump lip between his teeth, hair falling over his shoulders when he leans down to stare at the numbers on the page the way he needs to do sometimes. He looks so sweetly determined your heart aches.

That’s unique to him, too.

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#whore hours #fluff stuff

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writing fics based in America when you’re Welsh is really funny because I have no fucking idea what a corn dog actually is. Like,,. I know what it is in principal, in the abstract

#theyre always like 'oh i am desperate for a flurpy bulp so ill be taking the freeway to nomp world all afternoon' #prev tags #i definitely was like ‘oh they’re talking about a slurpee from 7eleven’

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Steve refusing to play DnD with the party because of dyscalculia. Dustin and Eddie have invited him countless times to join them in their campaigns, but Steve always gives some shitty excuse like he has to cover for Robin at the video store or something.

Dustin and Eddie think it's because he's still worried about mantaining the "King Steve image" but in reality Steve's just terrified of being laughed at by supergenious children, because Eddie told him DnD had a lot of math and he sucks at that.

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Okay who cares if someone’s clingy???? They fucking love and adore you??? You don’t like being adored? Loser

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Joseph Quinn for SID Magazine (2022)

#i want to crunch on his teeth

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GOODBYE-

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perv!Steve holding you tight in his lap while he knows you have to piss. he tries to slowly coax you into letting go right there on him.

anon i think you were trying to kill me with this one.

c.w. piss kink!! dub-con/ maybe slight non-con

being curled up in steve’s lap is nice until that giant glass of lemonade you had at dinner finally hits you. steve’s fixed on the tv screen, his chin resting on your shoulder when you’re hit with the sudden urge to go.

you try to wait it out, seeing as there’s only about fifteen minutes left of the movie anyway, but you don’t know if you can. the firm grip of steve’s arms around your waist being the only thing keeping you from jumping up and running to the bathroom.

“what’s the matter?” steve questioned, taking note of your sudden squirming.

he had an inkling what it was over, thinking back to an hour or so ago when he was using his finger to tilt the full glass up to your mouth for you to finish every drop.

“need to pee.” you murmur, hips shifting around again.

maybe it was the added friction from your ass to steve’s cock that made him groan— or perhaps it was the knowledge that your bladder was full and he had you trapped in his hold.

“oh, poor thing’s gotta use the bathroom?” steve feigned concern, big brown eyes finally meeting yours.

you nodded pitifully at his question, trying to still yourself to keep the urge at bay. that attempt quickly flying out the window when your lower stomach was met with the feeling of steve’s hand. he pressed firmly to your abdomen, fingers prodding the slightly bloated area.

“s-steve! don’t do that.” you breathed, sucking in your stomach as if to try to get away from his touch.

your reaction spread a grin to his face, hand finding you again to repeat the action this time pressing faster. the pressure causing your toes to curl up in your socks.

both of your hands gripped at his wrist weakly, trying to pry your way out of his grasp. pitiful whimpers slipping past you but his hold only became tighter.

“stevie-“ you huff, looking over your shoulder at him with desperation in your hazy eyes. “it’s not funny anymore! please let go.. ‘m gonna pee myself.”

the panic in your voice made steve’s eyes narrow some— had you not been so wrapped up in your own desperation you’d feel the significant growth in jeans.

“if you need to go so bad, go.” steve replied, palm pressing you once more.

you writhed a bit at his last touch, feeling your sex begin to throb from the urge to release becoming so very heavy.

blinking up at him in disbelief, you had an idea of what he was insinuating— but the act of doing what he wanted felt far too filthy.

“w-what?” you choked, tears glassing over your eyes.

“you heard me, baby.” steve sighed, leaning forward to press a wet kiss to the side of your neck. “let go for me, it’s not good to hold all that in.”

on top of everything else, you felt a rush of arousal coat your entire body. shuddering at the feeling of his warm breath against your skin. you’d never felt so desperate before.

“but..” you whined, hands moving down to press against your sex in attempt to ease the ache. “that’s gross.”

steve hummed against you, continuing to leave kisses along your neck. “mhm, it is.. but we both know how gross you are, don’t we? so, don’t be shy, let it all out f’me.”

you squeezed your eyes shut tight, hips rocking slowly into him. you didn’t have much fight left in you, if we’re being honest. steve’s grip wasn’t going to let up, you knew it was a battle you were not going to win. more so than that, you knew that it would make steve happy. all you ever wanted was to make him happy.

swallowing down your dignity, you felt tears begin to collect in your eyelashes. your head leaning back against his shoulder, you sighed, allowing your body to act as natural. warm wet stream beginning to leak out of you and onto his lap, soaking through his denim.

“fuck, there we go. keep going.” steve encouraged, one hand still gripped at your waist, the other between your legs drawing light circles around your hole as it empties.

you sniffled a bit, feeling disgusted over the puddle that was formed between both your legs. feeling even more disgusted for being so turned on by it. the gush of the stream continued on for longer than you expected, the warmth of your lower halves caused a spread of chills to cover every inch of your skin that was still dry.

#whore hours #rowan’s recs

[whore4munson]

justice for moody girls

[whore4munson]

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

[whore4munson]

Warnings: Language, self-esteem issues, a whole shit ton of angst, sadness, and so forth!

A/N: Literally have no idea what this is, only able to explain it as a product of my mood right now. I might do a second part? This is unedited, it has no title, is written as a flashback, and might not make sense, but I hope it’s still okay? It’s pretty intense, so I understand if it’s not liked or it’s upsetting. Idk if I’m even making sense rn.

Anyways…Love y’all! ❤️❤️

~*~

You thought you’d looked pretty. Robin had assured you a dozen times over—that yes, you had ‘it’ going on. Whatever ‘it’ was. But if you could have predicted that spending nearly two hundred dollars of your work paycheck to be ignored and embarrassed by your own foolish assumptions would be the end result, you would have not bothered and used the money to catch a bus to Chicago and bury your sorrows until you forgot your own useless name, that no one seemed to want to remember. Hawkins High Prom for the class of 86’, an event that you always assumed you would have attended with your best friend Eddie Munson, but instead leaving you to being arm in arm with former graduate Steve Harrington.

And that powerful confidence that you felt when you’d slipped into your gown and checked your hair and makeup, it vanished into voids unavoidable the second you and Steve stepped into the outrageously decorated gymnasium, and you saw regret through his hazel eyes, a nostalgia to missing out on having his former flame be in attendance to his own prom with him, and how he immediately sought out Nancy Wheeler across the gym, dressed in a flowing lavender dress and clinging to Jonathan Byers. You felt as if your guts had been eaten by stomach acid, only worsening once you caught Eddie holding Chrissy Cunningham close enough that there wasn’t any space between them. She looked like an Angel with her strawberry blond curls and pink gown, Eddie’s hair curlier than you’ve ever seen it, all black ensemble and a simple pastel pink rose pinned to his shirt. His rings adorned his hands, which splayed along her waist, swaying her in a suave grace that he must’ve learned beforehand. Or maybe, maybe you had never known him at all…

Steve had taken you to the dance floor not long after he couldn’t bear to watch his ex anymore, and you tried, you really fucking tried to keep that mouth watering burn from your throat, the stings that prickled your vision until it became blurry, but you failed. You wanted to say, “Steve, can’t we just keep dancing? Can you just hold me?”

But that wasn’t your reality. This was. They all wanted each other and nobody wanted you. Steve ended up stealing glances at Nancy and Jonathan, forgetting you were practically clinging to him and struggling to breathe through an oncoming panic attack. And you, you’d tormented yourself by watching Steve look at Nance, then you’d forcefully stared Eddie and Chrissy down, convincing yourself you were okay, only to remember by a physical and mental blow—no, you’re not.

Whoever was managing the music made you sick, because who in their right mind played two slow songs in a damned row, then topped it off with Total Eclipse of the Heart. Did they want to poke fun at those without partners here, or make everyone sad after Hawkins nearly burned to the ground? As the hours dragged on, the entire night fusing together, your one source of happiness being from watching Vickie and Robin together—you had wished for your flask that you didn’t even think to bring, ironically thinking Steve would look at you this time and not see his ex-girlfriend. When you originally propositioned Steve after you’d both discussed your mutual pining pains, it had been your loss of virginity, more great sex, and plenty of welcomed distractions. But you being you, you had gone and developed more than a few strings to that no strings attachment deal.

What does it say for being in love with one person and so deeply connected to another that you can’t decipher if it’s love or something else? You were thankful when those lovey dove ballads end and Steve excuses himself to (probably find a drink someone where that isn’t cafeteria made punch) use the restroom. That was short lived, however, as Eddie and Chrissy, linked hand in hand, invaded your space. Her perfume and his familiar cologne made your stomach roll. She was beaming beneath that rouge blush—happy, content, more like herself than the cheer captain she pretended to be.

You struggled with another emotion through it all—guilt. She had never hurt you, she loved your best friend without judgement, and you would die for Eddie, just as you almost did in the Vecna battle, so his happiness outweighed your wants and needs. He was okay and that’s what had mattered. He was graduating with a beautiful girl, both deserving of futures that were wonderful, whether that be apart or together. Their coupling hadn’t stopped your friendship with Eddie, but it also hadn’t stopped your crying yourself to sleep every night, watching them longingly, wishing Eddie would give you a little more free time like he used to, that his songs at The Hideout, that his ultimate, otherworldly solo had been dedicated to you, that his beautifully wild eyes were just seeing you.

And then came the guilt from being in love with your best friend, with someone else, and fucking Steve Harrington so you would be able to function like a normal human being and not sob uncontrollably everyday. You knew what you had signed up for, so falling for Steve and whatever bond that had grown (apparently, just on your end), bit you in your pathetic ass. Eddie had interrupted your self-loathing, a comment meant to sound genuine, serving to make you irate and avoidant.

“You look nice.” Was what he had said. Chrissy agreed with that beautiful smile.

His statement was like a dagger in your chest, dragging up and down, effectively gutting you. You didn’t mean for it to come out fast, or at all, for that matter, but it slipped off dejected, bitter. “No, I don’t.”

Another dose of irony, you’d thought, as Cinderella’s ‘Don’t Know What You Got’ began to play in echoing speakers.

Eddie hadn’t gotten the chance to say anything else, you halting his word formation, leaving it resting on his tongue’s tip. “Is Rick out of the slammer yet?”

His brow had raised into his hairline, practically. “Think so. Why?”

“Just need some shit.” You’d shrugged a nonchalant shoulder after responding, the strap of your dress too itchy.

You chose to think Eddie’s concerned stares were non-existent, that even Chrissy looking worried for you was your hopeful imagination. It’s not like you hadn’t gotten high before. Granted, it was always from Eddie and it was always just weed. By the time Steve was back and providing conversation between the gaps, your entire dress had started to suffocate you. Divine intervention came in the form of another song—albeit—slow, you’d taken it over standing there any longer.

You didn’t ask Steve where he went, didn’t answer his attempts at asking if you were okay, or if you wanted to ‘go to the bathroom’ with him. You’d simply settled for resting your cheek near the cove of his freckle spattered neck, pretending that he wasn’t seeing Nancy in your eyes, that your waist wasn’t hers beneath his large hands. Steve had felt it before you realized, moisture soaking his shirt collar, slicking his skin. He’d pulled back and thumbed your cheekbone, hazel irises widening in realization.

“Fuck, Y/N, are you okay?”

You couldn’t stomach his pity, your eyes had cast another dart to Eddie and Chrissy, whom were forehead to forehead, together. And then Nancy, her gaze had shifted to Steve and you. It had made you drop his hold like a hot iron, awkward and shrinking back.

“Honey…” Steve had tried gently, tone laced with a gentle coax. “M’ so sorry.”

You’d exited your prom in a hasty retreat, ignoring Eddie’s panicked acknowledgement, Steve’s following footsteps. Trashing your high heels in the garbage on the way outside, you had already began to pull at your dress’ back, the zipper too high for your reach. The asphalt was cool against your stocking clad feet, that stupid pedicure was laughing up at you. Your chest had expanded in size, ribcage being dusted to ash by a vice squeeze, one that threatened to have your entire chest cavity caving in. The way your throat had closed around pleading words that fell into the void, panic settled in and exploding, demolishing you in the process.

People were stumbling all over, kissing, happy, horns were honking, and you stood in the middle of the open double doors where Wham’s ‘Everything She Wants’ was booming in vibrations from inside the gymnasium, invading your anxiety attack as a fucked up soundtrack to your misery. Steve’s hand had clasped over your shoulder when you remembered how your cries had started getting more noticeable, anguished.

“Fucking dress. I’m so stupid! Off, get it off! I hate it! I hate this!”

Steve had not felt more powerless in his life, not since Nancy had broken his heart and fell for Jonathan. He didn’t know what to do to reach you, so he had unzipped your gown halfway to help you try and breathe a little easier. It didn’t work. You had went right for ripping the expensive fabric at every thread you could get your hands on, pawing at it until it became tattered on your body. Your hands had ripped your hair into disarray from its updo, smearing your lipstick and carefully applied shadow into smudges as it mingled with your tears.

You were babbling and what Steve did catch on your fragmented language, it caused tears to fill his eyes, stomach feeling as if he’d been sucker punched, his mouth opening and closing.

“Why doesn’t anyone want me?”

And you’d walked away, arms wrapped tightly around you, holding yourself.

You, nor Steve hadn’t seen Eddie’s rush outside, stopping short and breathless, in angry awe of the entire scene, throat tight and lashes wet. He watched Harrington’s head bow, that coiffed mane in perfect disarray, hand swiping at his nose. Both men were frozen, in disbelief. You were broken and no one had realized just how much…

~*~

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