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rainydayathogwarts · 3 months ago
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A lounge chair and half a bikini - Eddie Munson ft. Steve Harrington
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eddie and gf!reader get frisky in steve's backyard and he watches from the room above with the promise of bringing down towels so they can swim. warning: SMUT, semi-public sex, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism 0.8k+ wc
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Steve tosses his shirt somewhere in his room, searching for the towels he promised to bring down when he catches a glimpse of you through the window. You're in your bikini, laying down on your stomach on one of the lounge chairs, getting the tan Steve promised you as a negotiation for you to join him and Eddie over for a pool date. He wouldn't admit it, especially not to his best friend, but he wanted to see you in a bikini as much as the next guy. Steve sighed when he saw Eddie emerge from the pool, tying his wet hair into a low bun as he made his way over to you, lean muscles shimmering in the sun.
Steve stared as Eddie sat next to you, giving into the urge to smack a hand on your bare ass, watching as it jiggled in response. He saw your head abruptly turn towards your boyfriend, and could almost hear you screech "You're all wet!" He knew you'd never complain about Eddie touching you, no matter how soft or rough his movements were. Eddie leaned down, pressing a few kisses on your shoulder before pulling away. You spun around in the lounge chair to lay on your back, a hand reaching out for Eddie's face. Your boyfriend leaned into your touch, letting you guide him into a kiss. You smile when he breaks the kiss, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear to see him better.
You shuffle on the lounge chair, making more space for Eddie as you pat the warm fabric of the chair, prompting Eddie to lay down next to you. He does. Steve presses himself closer to his window, jealously staring as Eddie begins drawing random patterns on your thigh, leaving a trail of water on you. You turn away from Steve's direction, throwing a leg over one of Eddie's, and cupping his jaw with you hand. Caressing Eddie's cheek, you bring him into another kiss, mumbling something about love against his lips. Eddie doesn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, shifting his weight up to push you back on the chair whilst his hand begins wandering again. Once it lands on your thigh, Eddie moves his kisses to your neck, his fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottom to test your comfort.
The giggle that escapes you when he does so has a grin forming on his face. Both your arms wrap around the back of Eddie's neck, tugging him closer to you, and he takes it as permission to continue. Eddie's fingers dip past the band of your bikini, his kisses intensifying to distract you from his fingers' chase for your clit. The electrical impulse that shoots through your body when he finds your clit has you jerking upwards, gasping loudly in shock. "Eds" You whine, heat rushing to your cheeks when he looks at you with a boyish smile. One of your hands travels down to his face, pinching his cheeks so you can peck his lips, blinking rapidly when you open your eyes and mini droplets of water falls into them.
Steve gasps, tugging at his swim shorts, eyes glued to the movement of Eddie's hands beneath your bikini. Eddie slides two fingers down to your entrance, slowly sinking them into you, and you bite your lip, throwing your head against the chair and lightly arching your back. "Shit." Steve mumbles, pushing his shorts down and gripping his dick, quickly jerking himself to match the pace of Eddie's fingers pumping inside you. Your hand tightly grasps Eddie's wrist and your jaw falls open, gasping in short breaths. Eddie's kisses move to your forehead, and he whispers "Yeah sweetheart, that feel good?" While twisting his wrist to hit a new angle inside you. The high-pitched moan you let out has Eddie's eyes shooting wide open in worry that anyone might have heard, and he rests his body weight on the lounge chair to clasp a hand over your mouth, exposing more of your body to Steve, who shamelessly watches through his bedroom window above.
"You gonna cum baby?" He urges, thumb pressing on your clit while he thrusts his fingers harder into you with every flick of his wrist. Eddie feels the vibrations of your 'Uh-huh' against his hand, and he quickly ducks his head down to your neck, where he eagerly latches on, biting harshly at the sensitive skin. Your hand flies to Eddie's bicep, thighs squeezing shut as you cum, gushing liquid against Eddie's veiny hand. Your moans are still heard despite Eddie's hand against your mouth trying to get them to subside, and you push your chest out, nipples constraining against the thin fabric of your tight bikini.
Steve breathes heavily in the bedroom above, grunting in pleasure as his cum shoots across his abs, the stimulation on his dick bringing tears to his eyes. He catches his breath alongside you, watching as Eddie pulls you up to Steve's outdoor shower, rinsing the remnants of your orgasm off in a disguise of wanting to get in the pool. As Steve wipes himself off with a napkin and pulls his shorts back up, finally retrieving the towels, he wonders just how hard Eddie would punch him if he asked to have a go at fucking you.
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midnight-shadow-cafe · 3 months ago
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baabydoll212 · 3 months ago
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KINKTOBER DAY ONE-TEACH HIM
steve harrington x reader x eddie munson.
summary: eddie teaches steve how to fuck reader after finding out in a playful game of truth or dare that he was still a virgin despite all the rumors
it wasnt uncommon to find the three of you together. in fact it was more uncommon to find you apart, espically during the summer. the heat was intense, luckily it was cooler the later it got in the evening but the sun still beamed threw the gap in steves curtains.
the trio of you, were sitting in different places sprawled out across steves bedroom. eddie sitting with his legs thrown out infront of him on steves bed,dark curls falling infront of his face as he rolls another joint.
steve sitting by the window, one foot placed fully on the floor the other bent with his head leant against it. the window open next to him the slight breeze that blew in feeling amazing against his burnt shoulders.
and finally you, sitting on the floor, laid out on your stomach flicking threw a comic book you found under steves bed. your legs just swinging slightly behind you as you hum along to the distant sound of whatever song was coming out of the jukebox on steves desk.
"cant you think of something more interesting?" you sighs rolling your eyes slightly.
the group of you had been playing truth or day for the past 20 minuets. and the truths and dares were boring. nothing out of the ordianary 'i dare you to lick your own foot' eddie's dare always were distgusting. or steves 'truth: how many lies have you told?'
"like what?" eddie scoffs, himself brushing his hair out of his face aagain as he packs up the rolling tray and grinder on his lap tucking them back away into his little box.
"i dont know, something a bit more fun" you mutter, your eyes darting away from your comic to glance over at steve seeing him looking between the two of you, an almost bored expession on his face to match yours.
“Okay...okay, so who’s next?” Eddie grinned, running a hand through his messy hair as he shuffles to the end of the bed the joint being pushed to sit behind his ear making you look over at him.
His deep brown eyes danced with mischief as the group of friends stared at each other, a mix of curiosity and anticipation hanging in the air, in hopes that the large feeling of boredem would quickly fade.
“I’ll go” Steve grunts, trying to mask the slight yawn in his voice. He leaned forward, his heart pounding a little faster than usual as he notices the gimmer in eddies eyes. that wasnt there before was it?He was always nervous around Eddie—there was something magnetic about him that both thrilled and intimidated Steve.
but he wouldnt ever admit that to anyone.
“Alright, Steve!” Eddie leaned back, eyes glinting with delight. “Truth or dare?”
“Uhh, truth,” Steve replied, his face warming under Eddie’s playful gaze.
Eddie’s lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Is it true that all those rumors about you being a stud in the bedroom are actually just rumors?”
the question made Steve’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, his timid façade crumbling under the scrutiny.
your quick to look at eddie with wide eyes, yes the three of you wasnt shy when it came to sex but this was a big change compareed the previous questions that had been asked.
" you dont have to answer steve eddies just being an asshole" you speak quickly sitting up a small smile on your face as you look at steve before glancing back at eddie with wide eyes.
“Actually… that’s really not true. I’m… well, I’m still a virgin.” His confession hung heavily in the air, and the room fell silent, where laughter had just flowed freely.
Eddie was momentarily stunned, his mouth slightly agape as he processed Steve’s words. “No way. Really?” His tone was teasing but there was an underlying sense of curiosity in his voice.
your were shocked, there was no way. not with how you had heard rumors all the way threw school so far, about steve harrington. king steve.
"so you and nancy never?" i ask staring at him making the blush more apparent on his cheeks, he shakes his head his feet now both coming to firmly lay on the ground infront of him as he turns fully towards me and eddie.
“no erm...yeah, well, I guess it’s just never been the right time, you know?” Steve shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the heat radiating from his face. you could see the way that he was getting uncomfortable....in his mind his body was racing, he felt flushed. hot. and was confused by the way you was frowning up at him.
A sly grin broke across Eddie’s face. “Well, well, well! I think it’s time someone taught you how to have some fun, don��t you?” His eyes flicked toward you, a glint suggesting he had a devious plan forming, he stood up quickly, both yourself and steve looking at him with confused and shocked eyes.
You felt a flutter of excitement mixed with trepidation. You loved Eddie—his slightly dominant persona always made your heart race. But there was a curiosity and closeness with Steve that made you feel equally drawn to him. You looked between the two boys, sensing the charge in the air.
“Wait, what do you mean?” Steve asked, his brows furrowing slightly, though you could see the intrigue building.
"eds?" you ask watching eddie walk past you, his hand reaching out to pet your head a small shush coming out of his lips as he walks over to steve.
standing just infront of him, steve looks up at eddie. now that the munson boy was closer he could see the pink flushed look on steves cheeks and the way that his eyes were glazed over just the smallest amount.
eddie would have to fix that he thought.
“Dare!” Eddie smirked, a challenge in his tone., as he reaches out and took steves chin in his hand. you wacthed from your place sat on the floor, the way steve was looking up at eddie, the hold your boyfriend had on his bestfriends chin making your cheeks match steves.“I dare you, Steve, to… you know, make sweet love to my girlfriend here.” He flashed a cocky smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief, the implication weighting his words.
You gasped, feeling your heart race. “Eddie, wait!” But deep down, there was a part of you that was curious, that wanted to explore this dynamic.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” Eddie said smoothly, as he walked over to you holding a hand out for you stand up, instantly taking it, a concerned look in your eyes as you glance over to steve before feeling eddie push your face to look at him instead. leaning in and placing a soft kiss against your temple. "it'll be fine."
The air thickened with intensity as you looked into Steve’s eyes—his nervousness apparent but laced with a hint of excitement. You bit your lip, feeling the swirl of emotions ready to erupt.
"is this what you want?" you whisper eyes slowly falling back onto steve as he sits on the window bench still, his eyes stuck on the two of you.
you left eddies arms as you walked over to steve, eddie making his way to sit back down on the bed. the whole tone in the room and air thickening as you stepped over to steve and stood between his legs.
"if you dont-" you go to speak but feel steve slowly reach up and place his hands on your hips.
"i...erm...i want...to" steve stutters slightly, the way his fingers brush lightly against your hips is a good contrast compared to the way eddie normally grabs you and tugs you against him, leaving bruises in his shadows.
“Okay,” you murmured, feeling a strange new warmth rush through you. “But… how?”
you and steve found yourselfs standing by the bed awaiting eddies comands, on one had you wasnt shy when it came to sex. you and eddies sex life was fairly acivate. you and steve just didnt want to cross a line. after all you were still eddies girl.
Eddie took charge, motioning for you both to lie back on the bed. “First, just relax, Steve. It’s all about the connection, alright? You’ve got to feel the moment.”
Steve nodded, visibly trying to suppress his anxiety as he settled himself on the bed, his back leaning against the headbpard, leans parted slightly. eyes just starig over at eddie. The chemistry crackled—Eddie’s dominant nature mingling effortlessly with your sweetness, and Steve’s shyness turning into a compelling curiosity.
You shivered slightly as Eddie placed his hands on your waist,lifting you up, and placing you on steves lap, instantly your legs widening to strddle his waist, knees digging into the sheets on either side of his hips.
“No pressure, okay? Just be yourself, Steve. You’re a sweet boy, and I know you can do this.” Eddie’s praise wrapped around Steve like a warm embrace, igniting a spark of confidence in him.
you glanced over at eddie as he went to sit on the bench by the window tugging the joint from behind his ear, he smirks feeling the way both me and steve were looking at him for direction.
"well dont look at me" eddie chuckles before gesturing towards us again, in an almost shooing motion.
the blush on yours and steves cheeks were incredibley apparent as you both turned to look back at each other. steves hands lifting to rest on your hips again.
"kiss her then"eddie chuckles once again, he couldnt believe how adorable king steve really was. it was shocking, to watch the way steve fumbled at first his hand slowly raising to rest on your cheek before you both brought your lips together.
steve slowly kisses you, you could feel how unsure he was, how he didnt really know what he was doing. moving his mouth with yours slowly, you placed your arms around the back of his neck just leaning into him as your kiss deepened. eddie smirked in the background lighting his joint.
the smacking noise of your lips together was ringing threw the room, as a sudden confidence in steve made him lower his other hand to your behind, and slowly rolling your hips into his
eddie watched a smile on his face as he smokes his joint, his eyes training onto the way steve had his tongue in your mouth, the way he grinds your hips into his, a sudden quiet whimper slipping from your lips.
"alright alright"eddie's words made you and steve quickly pull away, staring at each other, it was apparent by the way you both pant and stare darkly into each others faces. you both wanted each other.
With coaxing laughter and gentle touches, a newfound intimacy blossomed. Eddie guided Steve’s hands to your body, whispering encouragement, reminding him of the thrilling dance of exploration. Every tentative caress sent shivers along your spine, your head quickly becoming floaty with anticipation.
“Eddie… I—” Steve’s voice wavered, confusion and wonder mingling together as he gazed at you, before slowly looking over to the munson boy smoking.
eddie runs his tongue across his top teeth before balencing his joint on the window and walking over to the bed.
“It's okay, just follow my lead,” Eddie said, a commanding tone lacing his voice, but filled with care.he grabbed a hold of the back of your neck, pulling your hazing eyes away from steve to stare up at him. he rgins looking down at how flustured you were,He captured your lips in a heated kiss, igniting the fire within you, and you felt your heart thrumming in sync with the moment.
As Eddie’s lips found yours, you felt Steve’s hesitant hands grow bolder, exploring your curves. You whined softly against Eddie’s mouth, the pleasure brewing inside you feeling the way that steve ground your body against his again, the thrill of being the center of their attention making your heart race.
you could feel how wet you were, how hard steve was under you.a whimper coming from your lips made eddie pull away, his hand still holding the back of your head.
"you want to show stevie how much of a good girl you can be?"eddie's tone was full of domiance, but so much care. you knew he was just double checking again that you wanted this.
you nod, a small smile on your face as eddie lets go of your neck making you quick to look at steve.
"take em off pretty boy"eddie also turns his attention to steve, the boy quickly looking at him with a glazed expression. eddie lifting you off the harringtons lap to help you remove your joggers and t-shirt, leaving you in just your bra and panties.
steve did just that taking off his jeans with shaky hands, leaving him still in his boxers, eddies eyes roaming over the large buldge in the boys underwear. the small trail of hair that leads out from benith the fabric running up to his chest.
without saying anything else eddie lifts your body back onto steves, a gasp coming out of the both of you feeling the way your cores brush against each other as you straddle him and sit on his lap again.
"kiss her"eddie's gruff voice spits out, he couldnt deny the way that this was making him feel. watching the way that steve brings your lips to his again hungrily.more confident in his moves this time.
eddie had to strip himself of his own t-shirt and jeans before sitting down on the edge of the bed his hands slowly reaching over to placy with the hair at the back of steves neck. steve shivers his hips that were once slowly starting to rut again yours, shaking slightly at the feeling of both of you touching him.
"relax" eddies calm voice speaks out to him, guiding him slightly, his hand moving from steves hair to the hand that he had on your waist. fingers interlocking before eddie showed him exactly how to grind your hips against his in the best way, the best way to make the both of you feel good.
the moment he did a groan left steves lips, a whimper leaving yours.
"thats it,harrington..doesnt she sound pretty"eddie smirks, he was smug with the way that you and steve's lips pulled a way from each other, lips red and swollen, eyes heavy and filled with lust.
eddie reached up again this time, his hand locking in your hair tugging your head back slightly, a gasp leaving your mouth as your neck was revealed to steve.
"this little spot right here"eddie his breath was hot against the side of your neck as he brought himself closer to the two of you, now kneeling on the bed. he leans down sucking a harsh mark into your soft skin just behind your ear making you fill the room with a whimper, holding back the moan that was threatening to fall."thats the spot, have a go"eddie says a proud grin on his lips, seeing the way steve was watching so closely.
with eddies hand still in your hair, your neck still revealed steve tiltings his head towards you before going to the same spot, his breath hot like eddies but more shakey as he pressed his hot lips against your skin and started to suck.
the way your hips shook was like nothing you'd felt before. yes whilst eddie was amazing and felt rough and raw. steves lips felt soft againt your skin the way he was sucking your skin into his mouth felt needy, making you release that moan that was building up.
steve contiuned to leave kisses across your neck, leaving slightly lighter bite marks than eddie normally does but it still felt amazing.
you gasped when you felt eddies ringed finger brushing against the side of your panties.
"just gonna get you ready for him doll"eddies soft voice speaks as he nudges your underwear to the side, his fingers quick to slip onto your clit, the way he rubbed slow circles against it at first, and the feeling of steves wet sloppy kisses to your neck had your whining out. hands tugging at the hairs at the back of steves neck.
the whine made steve pull away and his eyes darted down to see what eddie was doing, eyes mesmerised by the way he was able to pull whimpering whines from your lips.
"i...i..." you try to speak, eyes going to eddie, finding him staring back at you. a smug expression on his face as he brushes your hair behind your ear.
"shhhh" his hand comes to brush over your head, tugging your face towards his as he brings your lips against his again, steve watching the way you submit into eddies hold straight away.
whilst eddies tongue easily pushed it's way into your mouth his fingers stopped there circles and moved to push at the enterance to your hole.
"p-please" you whimper against eddies lips, forgetting steve was even there for a moment.
"eyes on stevie baby"eddie whispers to you, making him whimper, the munson boy turning your head to look at steve.
meeting the harrington boys eyes, he smiles warmly at you, both of you hot and flushed,you both looked like a pair of horny teenagers.
when eddie pushed a finger into you, your mouth feel open, eyes quickly closing and body leaning into steves.
quick gasps leaving your lips as eddie moved his fingers inside of you.
eddie knew it wouldnt take long to stretch you open enough to take steve. he glanced over to the two of you noticing the way steve was holding your body against his lips back onto your neck.
it seemed like he liked leaving those small brusies into your skin. the thought made eddie pick up his pace, your body was shaking on steves lap. his own grunts were starting to leave his lips, as you rutted against him.
eddie slowly pulled his fingers out of you, your eyes shooting up to glare at him quickly.
"but-" you go to speak but you noticed the way he was shaking his head,
"you wanna cum on his cock or not you slut?"his words were mean but had you smiling. stevees eyes widening at the name he gave you.
whilst you climbed off steves lap to remove your underwear, eddie sat down next to steve.
"take these off for me"eddie speaks tapping steves hip, the boy nodding his hesd quickly like an obedient dog. his hips lifting to shift his boxers down quickly before throwing them off the side of the bed.
eddies eyes roamed over steves cock, as did yours. your eyes widening.. he was big. bigger than eddie. made not as thick as him but definetly longer.
you bit your lip watching the way eddie glances up at steve face before slowly reaching out placing his hand around the base of the body cock.
the gasp that left steves throat, oh my you wanted to hear that again and again. with a small grin you climbed back onto the bed too. watching the way eddie slowly brings his mouth down onto the tip of steve's cock. the way steve threw his head back instantly, had yourubbing your thighs together as you knelt on the bed.
you knew eddie wasnt exactly straight, you knew that he had a fantacy of wanting to share you with someone else. you just never believed how hot it would make you feel. watching your boyfriend open his mouth futher and take his bestfriends cock deeper into his mouth had you whimpering.
watching the spit that drooled out of eddies mouth and into the small amount of steve pubic hair.
steve was gasping, groaning, any sort of noise that could leave his lips was, before eddie pulled off him, a smirk on his face as he brings his thumb to the side of his mouth wiping away a mixture of precum and spit.
"come ere pretty" eddie speaks holding a hand out for you making you smile at him before taking his hand and shuffling back over to kneel, knees either side of steves hips.
steve looks up, still breathing heavily, his eyes scanning your naked frame, eyes roaming over your chest before landing on your pussy.
staring at the way eddie brings his hand to his mouth mouth you watch as he spits into his palm before slowly rubbing his fingers between your folds.
a whimper leaving your lips as you lift your hips upwards, eddies other hand coming to land on steves cokc, holding the base of it.
"go slow baby"eddie talks to you as you nod, your eyes going to steves as you look at him once again, checking he was okay with this. seeing nothing but list and pleasure and want, you slowly lower yourself down.
feeling his head brushing against your folds you gasp, steve quickly reaching out to grab your hips.
"ah ah slow"eddie tuts, his other hand that wasnt holding steves shaft coming to pick steves fingers off your hips.
steve grunts slightly as you slowly lower your self down onto him, taking him deeper and deeper the two of you breathing heavily, steves eyes watching the whole time as you sink onto him. your eyes closing, squeezing shut,
at first it was painful, you'd not even taken anyone or anything this big before, but when you finally felt the way steve was bottomed out. the feelin of all of your weight now resting on his own. the way he was burried as deep as he could be inside of you
slowly, eddies hands gripped your hips and pulled you up, his own cock was pushed painfully against his own boxers left and forgotten about. tonight was about steve.
"fuck..."steve groans out, feeling the way your inside's clenched around him as eddie lifted you off his cock slightly before lowering you back down again.
"just like that huh?"eddie taunts, a smirk on his lisp as he watches steves face closely, he couldnt deny the way his own cock was leaking seeing the please steve was experiancing. the way his breaths were short, a layer of sweat starting to wet the tips of his hair that brush against his forehead."your turn"eddie speaks, his words gentle as he takes steves hands in his and places them on your hips slowly guidng steve on how to rock your hips into him and lift you up enough that you could sink back down.
your body felt like it was on fire, everything was so hot, the way steves fingers lightly held your hips, the way his cock was slowly moving in and out of you. it was a stark contrast to the way that you and eddie normally fucked.
not rough and needy, not raw and harsh. no steve was slowly guidng himself in and out of you at a steady rythm, his eyes stcuk on your enterance taking him.
your own whimpers left your lips as you held yourself up right,eyes watching his face like eddies did. you felt eddie movng behind you and expected him to place his hands on you again but he didnt.
instead he climbed off the bed and went back to the window, you tossing your head over your shoulder confused, a throaty whine leaving your moan.
"eddi-" you try to whimper, steve moving slowly still inside you.
"pay attention to steve dollface" eddie gestures to the other boy making you whimper but turn to face steve, your hand now landing to rest on his chest.
eddie sits down on the bench by the window, his fingers reaching out to pull his own cock out of his boxers, his hand quickly grabbing the base of it and tugging at it. the angle he had was incredible. he wacthed the way steves balls bounced against your skin each time that he thrusted inside of you. the way your head was throan back slightly, the sunlight that was shining into the room showing the sweat that was rolling down your back.
“Good boy, just like that, Steve,” Eddie encouraged, his voice sultry and deep. “You’re doing so great.”
eddies voice made steve whimper himself, your eyes opening to stare at his face as he makes that noise. you'd never heard eddie make such a vunerable noise before. it made you grind your hips down deeper onto him, wanting him to make the noise again.
"fuck, feels so good" steves voice was short and almost whiny as he speaks, your own whimpers matching his as he starts to quicken his pace.
Steve’s initial shyness peeled away layer by layer in the wake of Eddie’s guidance. With every gentle kiss and soft sigh, the connection between the three of you only intensified. when eddie praised Steve, the dominant energy mixing with soft encouragement, made steve beam with newfound confidence that was intoxicating to witness.
You found yourself floating in a haze of pleasure, both from Eddie’s steely gaze and Steve’s delicate exploration. It was a whirlwind of sensations—the way their energies merged together, molding a dance that was both thrilling and intimate.
in the background you could hear the way eddie was fisting his own cock, the scene making himself grunt into his own hand.
when steves hips started to stutter, you knew he was close and you knew you was to. seeing the way a frown etched into his forehead as he focused on thrusting up into you, your head is throne back as you gasp turning to look over at eddie.
"close princess?"eddies voice comes out gruff and deep as you stare at him rubbing his hand up and down his own shaft at the same speed steve was pushing himself into you.
"yeah" steves reply made both you and eddie look at him, eddie smirking seeing the completely fucked out expression on the harrington boys face, his hips still moving, hands digging more into your hips.
"let go stevie, fill her up for me"eddies voice was strong and domianting as he watches steves eyes screw shut quickly, his hips shooting up to thrust a particullar deep thrust into you, shoving himself so deep inside you it had you coming undone at the same time.
your own eyes screwing shut, lip bitten between your teeth as you feel him stuttering inside you, your walls clenching around him quickly. steve doesnt bother to pull out of you, or even move as you both ride your highs. the feeling you was both feeling was intense, amazing euphoria.
you laid on his chest his cock still inside you, both of you sweaty and out of breath, one of his hands lifting to wrap around your waist.
5 minutes passed and neither of you had moved but you was both breathing more slowly, when you felt eddies rough palm brush against your back you jumped at first, before he started to rub it up and down.
"just me baby, come ere" he speaks slowly, his tone more gentle now compared to the rough and domiant one he once used.
he lifts you up slowly, when steves dick slides out of you the pair of you groan slightly before eddie lays you on the bed next to steve. a wet rag he must have grabbed from the bathroom made its way between your legs cleaning you up before he helped you slide a t-shirt over your head.
"lay back down" eddie speaks slowly pushing you to lay down, before he walks over to steves side of the bed.
the harrington boy was blushing still, now sitting up more with his back against the headboard.
"got you a fresh pair"eddie speaks holding out a pair of clean boxers for steve making him smile appreciatively at him before shifting to slide them on.
"did you-" you quickly speak looking over at eddie, your eyes roaming down his body noticing the way he was wearing his boxers once again, the tent he once had, no longer there.
"yeah sweetheart, dont worry about me"eddie chuckles warmly, before he pushed steve to lay back down, you quick to cuddle into steves side which made eddie smile.
steve felt a bit awkward at first, when eddie walked back over to the window, and sat smoking his joint. laid in bed with his girlfriend after just fucking her. your head rested on steves chest, the blanket that eddie had pulled over the two of you resting just above your hips.
but steve smiles slightly, as eddie comes walking over to the bed and climbed in next to him, himself wrapping his arm around the boy making steve sigh happily leaning into his touch.
"so harrington? how was that?"eddie asks, one hand reaching up to brush his fingers threw steves hair, his legs intertwining with yours under the blanket.
"that was.....amazing"steve didnt have the words, he was glad that he got to lose his virginity in such a happy and safe enviroment. glad that he had someone to show he how to do it. he couldt deny the way that after all of that he felt.
but he tensed slightly now thinking of what was going to happen next. even if eddie and you wanted to do this again, steve wasnt sure he could. he wasnt just going to be the person you two come to when you want to spice up your sex life.
"i should erm, go i think robin wanted to hang out" steve mutters trying to sit up making you frown sitting up too, eddie quickly pushing him back down, hand on his shoulder,
" whatever your head is telling you right now, it aint true"eddie grunts, shaking his head, his eyes sticking into steves as steve sighs.
"do...do you want to go?"your voice speaks up, it was quiet and unsure as you saw steves nervous face.
"i erm...i dont wanna intrude"steve mutters, still staying put however. not moving after eddie told him to stay
"sweetheart after what we just did, you aint going anywhere"eddie chuckles laying back down tugging steve and you closer to himself.a relief filled sigh leaving steves mouth as he hum happily one hand around your waist, his head resting on eddies chest"but can we talk about the whole princess thing" eddie chuckles looking down at steve with a knowing look, the boy just blushing back at him.
you watched the two of them with a warm smile, knowing things were going to be much different from this day on, and you honestly prefered it. after today you found yourself looking at steve in a way that you never did before.
you couldnt imagine doing anything without him, or eddie.You felt complete, the puzzle pieces of your relationships fitting together in a way you had never anticipated. You had opened a door to new experiences, ensuring laughter, warmth, and a whole new understanding would linger well beyond the melding of your bodies.
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urhoneycombwitch · 6 months ago
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living room lover’s rock
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foreword: was in the mood for some domestic bitchy steddie x reader. that’s all
cw: no smut but sexual content (+18 as always), steddie established throuple/poly relationship, Steve’s kind of the sugar daddy, Reader with breasts, femme pet names used for R (princess, girl)
wc: 1.2k
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It’s after six and Eddie’s got you pinned flat with his knee in your hip socket, hands dragging through each other’s hair, a proper couch spit-swapping session in full swing until the front door to the trailer slamming shut interrupts his rhythm.
“You two just couldn’t wait, huh?” Steve’s tone is husked with fatigue and admonishment as he hangs his jacket on the hall hook- must not be too upset, though, ‘cuz after toeing off his shoes he approaches the couch with head tilted in interest.
His fingers slip behind the knot of his tie, tugging it free from collared confines to hang loosely around his neck. His other hand plants itself on a hip as he stands over you and Eddie, watching, hunger brewing.
Eddie graciously attaches himself to the sweet spot behind your ear, freeing up your mouth to gasp and speak. “It- ah- it’s your boyfriend's fault. We were watching a movie and he stuck his tongue down my throat.”
Your accusation stands on grounds as shaky as your voice, and Eddie knows it, drawing back to nip at your collarbone before saying, “Didn’t hear you complaining, princess.”
“That’s because my mouth was occupied,” you snip, hands fisting tighter around the flannel of Eddie’s shirtsleeves.
In retaliation, Eddie pretends to eat your ear- chomping with loud and sloppy theatrics as you squeal and smack his ribs.
He’s still grinning like the devil when Steve sinks a knee to the carpet and gets a fistful of Eddie’s dark curls, pulling his head up and back by the roots, neck craned pale and lovely above you as Steve speaks. “Enough. You been torturing our girl, Eds?”
In response, you push up to your elbows, pressing fond kisses to either side of the Adam’s apple on display, held in place by Steve’s big hand as Eddie gulps around the sudden attention shift.
You almost feel bad for him, having been on the receiving end of the boys’ doubled focus many times before. But he did interrupt Sixteen Candles like, twenty minutes into the runtime- didn’t try very hard to wait for Steve at all, either- so you figure a bit of choice brown-nosing and light torment is called for.
“Been torturing me all day.” When your tone falls into that lilting, supplicating frequency that usually precedes something or someone coming, Eddie’s hands spasm around your hips (in warning, with pleading, anyone’s guess), a fruitless effort to get you to ease up.
Eddie’s chocolate eyes are half-lidded, not-quite panting but close to it as Steve leans closer, hints of the cologne you’d watched him tap delicately into his skin earlier this morning leftover and lingering in the shared air between the three of you as he purrs in Eddie’s ear- “Gonna say you’re sorry?”
Steve has introduced a fizzling swell of tension, growing as Eddie squirms against you and into the hold still tight in his hair; through the layers of denim, in the cradle of your hips, you can feel the stiff bulge of his cock growing stiffer by the second.
“Yeah, okay.” Remarkably well-behaved and compliant, Eddie rasps out his white flag, the grip in his hair loosed just enough so he can dip to press an appeasing kiss over your left breast (t-shirt sitting skewed and low from where he’d hastily pulled at it earlier). “Sorry ‘bout showing you a good time.”
It’s not even close to a well-rounded apology, but before you or Steve can catch him again Eddie’s sliding off and away, cool air flooding in as soon as he stands from where the warmth of his body was.
“She’s all yours, anyways, Harrington.” With kiss-bitten lips and wild hair, Eddie tugs at the front of his jeans before plunging into his pockets, feigning cool disinterest. “Gonna go out for a smoke.”
Steve settles into the couch cushion next to you, holding out an arm for you to tuck under. “Gonna wreck your lungs, Eddie.”
Adopting the same condescending tone, you add to the back retreating down the hall- “I won’t kiss you until you brush your teeth, Eddie.”
Eddie lifts a middle finger for each of you before the screen door slams shut behind him.
“Well he’s rude tonight,” Steve remarks, fondly, thumb working circles into the meat of your shoulder as he pulls you tighter to his side, arcing down for a kiss. “Good thing one of your boyfriends is a gentleman.”
Steve tastes like the sweet mint gum he always stows in his dash, with a hint of cherry chapstick. His cupid’s bow fits just right into the notch above your lips.
“Can’t really blame Eddie for his behavior,” you say, accusing again, this time with a softness that draws your nose into the curve of Steve’s neck. “Your stupid job kept you too late from us. Gonna make you quit soon.”
Steve huffs, irritated and amused- “If I don’t go to my stupid job then no more lights or water for our luxury palace.”
He stretches his legs towards the coffee table, hooking one ankle over the other, humming at the weight of you shifting further into his side.
You know he hates working for his dad, abhors the business-formal dress and the banality of numbers crunching; you also know that Steve likes providing. Needs to do it, an intrinsic part of his giving nature- he’ll work himself to the bone if it means you only have to work half shifts at the diner, if it allows Eddie to devote his free time to income-unrelated hobbies like D&D and the band.
“Gotta bring home the bacon,” Steve muses, rubbing absently at your upper arm, “God knows no one in this small-minded town will rent to our drug-dealing, delinquent, rumored-to-be satanist-”
“Hey.” The screen doors slams, Eddie drifting in on a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Watch it, pretty boy. Keep talkin’ and I’ll sic the devil on you.”
Steve sticks out his tongue, petulant. Eddie snaps menacingly at the air and flings himself down into the last spot on the couch, thigh pressed into Steve’s.
That simmering tension is back. You draw on your instigator tendencies, resting your elbow on Steve’s shoulder to wind a long lock of his chestnut hair around an index finger. “Aww. I think you two should kiss and make up.”
Lamplight glints off the silver hoops lining the shell of Eddie’s right ear, on his sharp canines as he grins, wolfish, leaning in to pucker at Steve.
With one last scathing eye roll, Steve gives in, guided by the push from your fingers at his temples- but the kiss doesn’t last more than two seconds before his head jerks away in disgust.
“Eugh. You forgot to brush!”
“Didn’t forget.” Smile turned shit-eating, Eddie jumps up from the couch “But I will for princess, here.”
He smacks a kiss to the crown of your head on his way to the bathroom. A moment later, the faucet spits on, and you turn to Steve, biting back a giggle at his less-than-enthused look.
“Asshole,” Steve mutters, but there’s a gentleness to it that makes you smile.
“Yeah,” you agree. “Ours, though.”
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andvys · 1 year ago
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I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss | part 18
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Warnings: slight angst, mentions of body dysmorphia, mentions of an eating disorder, mentions of weight loss, mentions of cheating, mentions of pregnancy (don't worry, it's nothing), depression and anxiety
Pairings: Steve Harrington x fem!cheerleader!reader, Eddie Munson x fem!cheerleader!reader
Summary: A conversation with a girl that you had been trying to avoid, leaves you more confused than ever -- it might just be the cause of a storm in your heart.
Word count: 6k
A/N: BIG BIG BIG SHOUTOUT TO THE LITTLE DEVIL ON MY SHOULDER AKA @hellfire--cult thank you so much for helping me, with this chapter especially! I was struggling with the dialogue at the end of this chapter and you were such a big help so thank you -- you're talented, amazing, show-stopping, perfect, thank you for helping me with the dialogues (and so many other ideas) mwah! You guys better follow her and give her stories the love they deserve
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The gym is filled with girls dressed in their cheer uniforms, the color green is starting to give you a headache, just like the sound of giggles and hushed whispers as the girls next to you talk about the latest gossip. Another supposed breakup. 
This time it’s Tommy and Carol again. 
Just three weeks back, you heard rumors about Steve and Nancy’s apparent breakup,  which turned out to be just a rumor, considering you’ve seen them together – maybe less than before but they are still around each other, laughing and smiling just like before. 
Clearly, they are still together. 
But teenagers love to make up rumors – especially about people like you and Steve. Despite both yours and his fall down the social ladder, you are still the hot topics of the school. 
They love to make up rumors about your relationship or past relationship with Steve and your friendship with Eddie – or as they still like to call him, the freak. 
Apparently you and Eddie had been seen making out in his van. 
Apparently you and Eddie have been in a secret relationship since august, last year. 
Apparently you cheated on the king with the freak. 
Apparently the satan worshiper had cursed your relationship with the king – so he could have you. 
Apparently you are pregnant with Eddie’s baby and living in his trailer. 
Apparently you and Eddie are in love and secretly married – at least, you understand that rumor. The matching rings on both yours and his ring finger may have been the cause of it. 
The pregnancy rumor made you physically sick – it made you stand in front of the mirror, checking for signs that you had gained weight. You did not, it still made you feel nauseous and you had to cancel your dinner ‘date’ with your friends. 
A sigh falls from your lips when you hear Teresa talking about her future in college – Princeton to be exact. Of course the cute brunette has it all, beauty and brains. The straight A student isn’t only one of the smartest students in Hawkins High, she is also one of the prettiest – cat eyes, a small nose and big lips, she is thin but her boobs are, well, they are huge. 
You wonder why you were ever crowned as the queen when girls like her exist. When girls like Heather and Chrissy exist. 
You wonder why Steve ever even looked your way. 
You look down at yourself, your uniform is perfectly ironed, your skin is soft and glowing after scrubbing and lathering it in moisturizer earlier this morning. You reach for the mirror in your bag, wanting to check on your makeup, one more time before the photoshooting. Your hair looks good, your make up looks good and yet, you still don’t like the way you look. 
“Well, don’t you look beautiful.” 
The frown on your face disappears when you hear his voice. Looking over your shoulder,  you see Eddie leaning against the doorframe. He is eying you with a smile on his face. He ignores all the nasty looks from the other cheerleaders before they continue getting ready for the little photo session with Jonathan – who is getting just as many nasty looks as Eddie does. 
You put the little mirror down and walk over to him, smoothing down your skirt as you take in the sight of him. He was forced to leave his leather jacket at home and he had already been whining about it since the early morning hours. Clad in his favorite jeans and a metallica shirt, you can’t help but miss the leather on his skin – it’s his staple piece but, it’s the end of May, much to Eddie’s dismay it’s too warm to walk around with vests and jackets. 
You like seeing his tattoos though and his hair in ponytail or a bun when it does get a little too warm. 
“Hi,” you say, giving him a sweet smile as you halt in front of him. 
He smiles down at you, tapping your nose, “hey sweetheart.” 
“Wanna join the photo session?” You joke, gesturing to the girls who are still getting ready as Jonathan is setting up his tripod and his camera. 
“Yeah,” Eddie says, “give me a uniform and I’m in.”
Giggling, you shake your head, “your butt would look cute in a cheer skirt.”
“Oh, not as cute as yours,” he winks, grinning at you when you look away with a blush on your cheeks. 
“Are you enjoying the last day as the cheer captain?” 
“You have no idea how much I wanna get rid of that title,” you laugh, “I’m ready to give that position up to Chrissy.” 
You haven’t been loving cheerleading as much as you used to. Things changed, especially this year. 
“I’m ready to get the hell out of here.” 
“You and me both, sweetheart.” 
“You know, I always thought that I’d go to college after high school,” you say as you look around the room, “but now, I’m just lost. I wouldn’t even know what to major in if I did go to college a-and I don’t even know what college I’d go to – and why am I even stressing about it, it’s too late for that now–”
Eddie places his hands on your shoulders, “I thought we settled on not stressing about our future anymore.” 
“Yeah but–” 
“No buts,” Eddie chuckles, “you’re taking a gap year, you still got your job at the record store and I’ll work at the garage, we’ll save up some money this summer and then–”
“And then we’ll go on that road trip.”
“Exactly,” he smiles, “we’ve been planning it for weeks now, don’t let college ruin that.”
Your shoulders slump and you sigh, “I just, I hear all of them talking about college,” you pause, gesturing to the girls behind you, “a-and it makes me think that maybe it was a mistake not to apply to any.”
His eyes soften at the worry in your eyes, he shakes his head. 
“I don’t think it’s a mistake.”
“It’s not?” 
“No, you got all the time in the world to join all these boring people in the normal world,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “let’s live in our own world for a little longer,” he smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear before he fixes the bow in your ponytail. 
“Our dreams will be crushed the moment we step into the real world, let’s not let that happen so soon.”
You eye his face and curl of his lips as he stares at you. 
“Our own world,” you smile, nodding, “I think I like that more anyways.”
“Yeah?” He grins. 
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Good,” you repeat after him, making him chuckle. 
He tilts his head with a smile on his face, “did you do your make up differently?” 
“Uh yeah, I did pink eye shadow today,” you chuckle, “I’m surprised you noticed it, guys usually don’t pay attention to these things.”
“I’m offended that you think I’m one of those guys,” he jokes, placing his hand on his chest, “I notice everything about you, sweetheart.” 
He notices every slight change. A different hairstyle, new clothes, the new color of your lipstick, the slightest change in your behavior, your eating habits, your struggles. He notices it all. 
“You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” you smile but the look in your eyes isn’t genuine and it makes him frown. 
“Not as gorgeous as Teresa.”
“Who the fuck is Teresa,” he mumbles in confusion. 
You point to the cheerleader and Eddie follows your gaze. You watch him closely as he looks at the pretty cheerleader. 
Does he think she’s gorgeous? Does he think she looks better than you? Does he think she looks sexy in her tight uniform? Does he think her boobs look good?
The reaction you expected never comes, he scrunches his face up and a look of distaste crosses his features.
“That bitch threw gum in my hair.” 
A laugh tumbles from your lips, you cup your hand over your mouth when the others turn to look at you.
“That’s not funny, y/n!” Eddie frowns, though his eyes are filled with amusement, “Wayne had to cut a chunk of my hair because I couldn’t get it out.” 
“Your poor hair!” You pout, reaching out to touch his curls. 
Both you and Eddie are unaware of the new set of eyes watching the two of you. 
Steve just left the coach’s office, passing by the gym when he heard your laughter, he couldn’t help but peek inside the open gym. 
His eyes fall on you, right away. 
It’s been a while since you had talked, though you had been more present in his life since the night before your birthday, you were still far from actually being back in his life. The only interactions the two of you have are the ones in the hallway or in classes, greeting one another and saying goodbye. That’s all but he wishes he would see more of you. 
Things haven’t been easy in the past few weeks, he barely passed the exams, sleepless nights haunt him and his days usually consist of reading and trying to better his cooking skills – he has nothing else to do. He has no one to talk to, no one to hang out with, no one to be with, not even his parents. 
He had never been more miserable than he is right now. 
There you are, pressing yourself against Eddie as you play with his hair, looking happier than ever. 
Eddie, who wraps his arm around your waist and looks down at you like you are the most precious thing in this world. 
Steve’s eyes are filled with nothing but sadness. He doesn’t even have the power to feel jealous anymore. 
“Hey Steve!” 
Shit. 
All eyes are now on him, including yours and Eddie’s. 
Steve tears his eyes away from you and turns to look at Jonathan who is walking towards him with his camera. By the look in his eyes, Steve can tell that he wants to do anything but talk to him. 
“Uh – it’s good that you’re here,” Jonathan mumbles, holding the camera up, “Principle Higgins asked for a picture of you and y/n.” 
Steve’s brows furrow and confusion takes over his face, “me and y/n?” He asks, “why?”
Jonathan shrugs, refraining from rolling his eyes, “cause you’re the captain of the basketball team and she’s cheer captain.” 
“Oh.” 
Jonathan looks away from Steve, glancing in your direction, waving you over. 
You look just as confused as Steve does but you make your way over to them nonetheless. 
“Hi,” you mumble to Steve before your eyes find Jonathan who stands between you two, awkwardly. 
“Hey,” Steve smiles at you. 
“Principle Higgins wants a picture of you two together,” Jonathan explains to you, “cause you’re both Captains.” 
You raise your brows, “uh okay,” you snort, “what does the cheer captain have to do with–” 
“Don’t ask me, y/n,” Jonathan chuckles as he motions for you both to follow him, “I’m just as confused.” 
“That’s weird,” you mumble, glancing at Steve who’s awfully quiet. 
“Let’s do it in front of the banners,” Jonathan looks over his shoulder, giving you a small smile but avoiding Steve’s eyes – you notice it. 
Does he feel guilty about kissing his girlfriend? You saw them together yesterday, Nancy and Jonathan. They didn’t even bother to hide their affection. They kissed in the parking lot in front of everyone to see. All they got were a few weird looks, no one seemed to pay much attention to them – no one except for you. You stood frozen in place, a mix of confusion and anger rushing through you. 
Despite the things that Steve had done to you, he still didn’t deserve that. 
You didn’t know whether you should tell him or not, by the sullen look in his eyes, you can tell that he already knows. 
“Alright, just uh–” Jonathan waves his hand at you and Steve, looking around awkwardly, “scoot a little closer.” 
You don’t have to look around the gym to see all the eyes on you, you can feel them and you can hear the hushed whispers.
Steve ignores them but he can’t help but take a look at Eddie who is still standing in the same spot as before. He watches you. 
You step closer to Steve, when he lifts his arm up for you. You place your hand on his back and he places his hand on your waist. Steve looks away from Eddie when the latter looks down. 
Jonathan looks through his camera, squinting his eyes as he motions with his hand, “a little closer, y/n.” 
Steve feels your body closer against his, your hand slides down to his waist, your touch fills him with a warmth that he hasn’t felt in a long time, it makes his heart beat a little faster, it fills him with life. 
If a simple touch of your hand can make him feel such things, he wonders what a kiss from you would cause. 
For a moment, he forgets about his surroundings and what he is supposed to be doing. The sound of chatter, whispers and giggles fly by him. His attention is on you and he basks in the feeling of being so close to you, of feeling your touch, of being able to look at you – not from afar but from such a close distance. 
After a few snaps, Jonathan pulls back to look at the pictures he just took, he furrows his brows and glances up at the two of you. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask, not pulling away from Steve just yet, “do I look okay?” 
Jonathan huffs with a soft chuckle, “yeah, you look good but uh, Steve? You’re supposed to look into the camera,” he says awkwardly. 
Your breath hitches in your throat when you look up to see him staring at you – now with a blush on his cheeks. Oh. He wasn’t looking into the camera because he was too busy looking at you. 
He closes his eyes, furrowing his brows, “right.” 
You can’t help but smile to yourself – a flustered Steve is not something you will ever get used to. 
“Alright,” Jonathan mumbles after snapping a few more pictures, “I got it now.”
He looks up from his camera, giving Steve a tight lipped smile, “thanks Steve, you can go now,” he says before he steps away himself. 
You feel the hesitation in his touch before he lets go of you, stepping away slowly.
“Alright uh, I’m gonna,” he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he points to the entrance. 
“Yeah,” you whisper but you hesitate as well and you find yourself looking into his eyes again. 
The sadness has taken over. 
You know that he knows about Nancy and Jonathan. 
Why is he still with her? 
Why is he still with her after everything he said to you? 
Why is he still with her when she is seeing someone else? 
He gives you a halfhearted smile before he turns away but you stop him, reaching for his hand before he can take the first step away from you. You grip it tightly, unaware of the feeling in his heart that you had caused with yet another simple touch. 
He looks down at your hand only to notice another, new ring adorning your hand. A skull ring on your ring finger – he doesn’t know why such a small item can cause him so much despair. He doesn’t have to ask to know where or who you had gotten it from. 
“Are you okay?” 
The softness in your voice matches the one in your eyes, it makes him want to cry. 
How could he ever be okay without you in his life? 
Now that he had finally dropped the act and let go of a fake love, he had nothing to hold onto anymore. 
He lost his best friend, he lost the love of his life, he lost the one. All because he was an insecure coward. 
The past few weeks have shown him how much he had truly ruined, how alone he really is without you in his life. 
He needed to lose you to realize that you are all he ever wanted. 
He doesn’t need a bunch of friends who don’t even care about him nor does he need girls chasing after him or the popularity that he no longer has or even wants. 
You, he only wants you. 
But he won’t fight for someone who he doesn’t deserve to have.  
You look at him with worry in your eyes as you wait for him to answer your question. 
No. No, he is not okay. 
He has never felt more lost in his life than he does at this moment. 
The emptiness in his chest is eating at him and he doesn’t know how to keep going when every day feels like hell.
Every night he stares at the bottles of expensive whiskey in his dad’s office, contemplating whether or not he should just drink until he no longer feels anything. Deep down he knows that the whiskey would just make everything so much worse. 
Maybe it would lead him back to you, maybe it would lead him to the phone on his nightstand, maybe he would make the mistake of calling or even seeing you only to beg for another chance – which would only end in heartbreak. 
You won’t take him back.
Steve will forever hate himself for losing you. 
“Yeah,” he says, forcing a smile on his face, “I’m okay.” 
And for a moment, it isn’t a lie. For a moment, he does feel okay when he still feels your hand in his, when he sees the worry and the softness in your beautiful eyes and the necklace around your neck, the locket that he gave you. You are wearing it. And that alone is enough for his heart to flutter and for the emptiness in his chest to disappear – even if only temporary. 
He avoids your eyes and that proves to you that he isn’t okay but just like he never pressured you, you don’t do it either. 
“A-Are you going to college?” You ask, not wanting him to go so soon. 
Your question surprises him, it’s been a long time since you had initiated a conversation. 
“No,” he says, shaking his head. “It doesn’t seem really appealing to me.”
“But you wanted to go to college, Steve.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, tilting his head with a small chuckle.
“That uh, that was our dream. I only wanted to go to college with you.”
His hand is still in yours, his sad eyes are still gazing into yours. 
“You wanted to go to college with me?” Your eyes widen when he nods, “for me?” 
“Yeah,” he breathes, “I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so,” he trails off as he watches the way sadness crosses your features. 
Your heart jumps at his words. 
“That’s uh, that’s funny,” you laugh, “cause I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from you so I always told you that I had this huge college dream when I never even knew what I actually wanted.”
Steve’s brows furrow and his eyes fill with confusion but also with amusement. 
“Really?” He chuckles. 
“Yeah.” 
His eyes crinkle and his smile widens. 
“Wow. We would’ve gone to college together not knowing that it’s something neither of us wanted,” he says, “unless it’s something that you want now?”
“Oh no,” you mumble, “I-I’m not going to college. For now, I’m stuck at the record store which is actually being moved to Starcourt soon.” 
His eyes light up. 
“Oh, the record store is being moved?” 
“Yeah!”
“I guess we’ll keep seeing each other then.” 
While the thought leaves him with excitement, it must leave you with annoyance – at least that’s what he thinks. 
The look on your face is puzzled.
“I got a job at the ice cream parlor,” he clears his throat, “Scoops Ahoy.” 
Suddenly, he feels embarrassed and his cheeks heat up. You used to date a king, a popular guy, the captain of the basketball team with his apparent bright athlete future. 
And now he is just Steve Harrington who barely got his diploma, who threw his athlete future down the drain to work at an ice cream parlor. How humiliating. 
Your jaw drops and your eyes widen, “no way! Scoops Ahoy?” 
“Yeah..”
“Oh my god!” You giggle excitedly. “I’ll be your regular.”
Steve can’t help but laugh at your enthusiasm. 
“You did love your ice cream.”
“Yeah, I still do.” 
You are still smiling at him and he can’t help but smile back at you. This almost feels like a dream – standing here with your hand still in his, laughing and smiling with you like the past no longer matters. 
“Y/n!” Chrissy calls for you. 
You tear your eyes away from his and glance over his shoulder. 
Chrissy motions for you to join her and the other cheerleaders – who are all trying to hide the fact that they were just staring at you and Steve. 
“Come on!” She says as she glares at Steve’s back. 
“Yeah, I’m coming.”
Steve’s face falls, though his smile still lingers when you look back at him. You remove your hand from his. 
“So uh, I guess I’ll see you around?” 
He nods, “yeah,” he mumbles. 
You step away from him but this time, he stops you. With a hand on your wrist and your name falling from his lips, he makes you halt in your tracks. 
You look back at him with raised brows. 
His soft eyes make your heart race, his touch makes you feel warm. 
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” you whisper. 
He knows you don’t believe it, you never did, no matter how many times he told you these words, you never believed them. 
“The locket looks good on you,” he smiles. 
You place your other hand on your chest, touching the locket, “thanks, I love it.”
Chrissy rolls her eyes, watching the interaction between you and Steve. Annoyed at the affection and the smiles you are giving him, she forces herself to look away. 
Steve always finds a way to sneak his way back into your life. He doesn’t deserve you, not after everything that happened. 
She knows that you might never stop loving him but she hopes that your love for him won’t stop you from letting another one in. She narrows her eyes, glancing at the metalhead who is still standing by the door, watching you with an intense look on his face, one that can only be described as jealousy. 
It’s the same look you always wore when you saw Steve with other girls. 
She sighs, shaking her head.
Chrissy might not be a close friend of Eddie’s but she knows that his feelings for you are nowhere near platonic and she knows that what you are feeling might be deeper than that too, though you are still oblivious, too focused on your feelings for your ex boyfriend. 
She hopes that you will let go of them someday. 
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The first big summer storm hits the town of Hawkins on a Friday afternoon. The rain is falling down harshly from the sky, the wind is howling through the trees, the bright lighting lights up the darkened sky every few seconds as the thunder crashes loudly. 
The streets are empty as the water flushes down the road. 
Of course you had to come to the library today. 
You should’ve come here tomorrow, you should’ve stayed home. 
You tried to leave the library when the storm just started but the librarian, an elderly woman named Margaret, refused to let you leave. She forced a book into your hand and told you to take a seat by the window. 
She didn’t even let you put up a fight. She offered you a cup of coffee and told you to wait out the storm. 
It’s been an hour but the storm is still raging and you are becoming restless. You hate being stuck in public places.
You take the book that she gave you and leave the table, giving her a tight lipped smile as you pass by the counter. 
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to sneak out,” you whisper to her when she gives you a pointed look. 
“You better not, young lady,” she says with a mean voice but her eyes are kind. 
You chuckle at her, flashing her a smile before you disappear into the aisle where the shelves are filled with nothing but dramatic romances and sad love stories – your favorites. 
The smell of paper and coffee, the sound of rain and thunder fills you with a nostalgic feeling. You love these types of afternoons, sitting down with a book you love, listening to the rain paddling down the windows after you light up your favorite candle and drinking a hot cup of coffee – too bad you did not stay at home, you could have done just that. 
As you walk down the aisle and you trace the books, trying to find one that calls for you, you don’t find a story that you would love to read, instead, you find the girl that has been the cause of a lot of pain in your life. 
You halt in your tracks when you find her sitting in the little nook by the window. A large book resting on her lap. 
You don’t know why you freeze, why you don’t just walk away, why you keep standing there like a fool as you stare at the girl that stole your boyfriend – ex boyfriend. 
She glances up from her book when she feels your eyes on her.
For a moment, she freezes too and stares back at you. 
What are you doing? Just walk away. The angel on your shoulder whispers, trying to save you from the awkwardness of this situation. 
No. Confront her. Tell her what you saw.
You were never one to let the devil win. You were always a good, obedient girl. Always listening to the things the good ones whispered to you. Always doing what you were supposed to do. Always being kind and sweet to everyone around you. Always doing the right thing. 
Maybe that is where you went wrong, by doing the apparent right things. 
But you never did what you wanted to do. 
So you let the devil for once – or maybe the devil is actually the angel and the angel that has been whispering all these discouraging words to you, is actually the devil in disguise,  waiting for you to fail, changing your mind about the things that you want.
“Can I help you?” Nancy asks slowly.
You notice that her hair is shorter than it used to be, a few of her curls fall from the clip that is holding her hair together. 
“No,” you shake your head. 
She furrows her brows when you make your way over to her. 
“But there’s something that I wanted to talk to you about.” 
“You wanted to talk to me?” She asks, pointing between the two of you. 
Surprised that you want to talk to her now. 
You nod. 
Nancy can’t help but feel nervous. Despite her dislike for you, she is aware of her wrongs. You have every right to be angry at her – if you are angry at her. 
“I saw you with Jonathan.” 
She tilts her head, eyes straying from you. She looks confused. 
“What?” 
You cross your arms over your chest, the bracelet around your wrist slides down a little. 
“I saw you kissing him.”
“So?” 
“So?” 
Now you feel the anger rushing through you. 
Does she not feel ashamed? 
You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. 
“I should be the last person to care about this but I still care about him,” you start as you stare into her confused eyes, “what are you doing is disgusting.”
Nancy begins to understand a little but a part of her still leaves her with a big question mark. 
“I shouldn’t be defending him but I know that he is a good person, despite everything,” you murmur the last part with an eye roll, “and I know that he is good to you.” 
Nancy straightens her back, she pushes the book off of her lap and holds her hands up, “okay, uh I’m a little confused.”
“Oh, you’re confused?” You mumble, trying to keep your voice down, “you’re confused about the fact that you are cheating – openly?” 
Technically, you are not wrong. She did cheat but not anymore. 
“I’m not cheating,” she mumbles, “we’re not together anymore.”
Silence fills the space between the two of you. The only sound you both hear is the thunder and the rain outside before you speak up after a long pause. 
“What?” You ask and Nancy realizes that you don’t know. 
How do you not know about the break up? 
How do you not know that he left her? 
She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest, mimicking your pose. 
“Steve broke up with me.” 
You are stunned. These news are something you did not expect. 
“A few weeks ago, actually,” she explains, “when he came back from you.”
Oh. 
He broke up with her, the night before your birthday, after seeing you. 
“I’m not cheating on Steve. Jonathan and I, we’re together.” 
So, the rumors were true, after all. 
They broke up – he broke up with her. 
“Oh.”
Nancy looks you up and down. There you stand, wide eyed, confused and definitely unaware of the break up that happened so long ago. 
“You didn’t… know?” 
You shake your head and you lean your body against the shelf behind you. 
“No, I-I didn’t know.”
You had almost forgotten about the raging storm when a bolt of lightning strikes through the sky and the lights in the library flicker for a few seconds. 
You draw in a long sharp breath and look down. 
Why didn’t he tell you? You wonder. 
Nancy asks herself the same thing. Why did Steve not tell you about the break up? Why didn’t he call you the way he called her after he broke up with you? 
The two of you stand in front of each other, shocked.
And as Nancy takes a closer look at you, as she sees the slight frown, the look in your eyes, the tension in your shoulders, the hand over your heart. She knows. She knows that there is still something. 
You are still processing the news, she can tell by the way your eyes flicker back and forth as though you are trying to piece something together. 
“Wait so.. you heard the rumors and you didn’t… think they were true?” 
Your hair falls in front of your face when you lift your head, you don’t bother to push it away. 
“I– well, I…I saw you two together a lot, so, it was hard to believe the rumors.. you know?” 
Nancy nods in understanding. 
“I get it… Then, the rumors with Eddie are not true?” 
For a moment, you think about her question before you turn your head to look at her with a frown. 
“The one I’m pregnant? The one where he sacrificed a lamb to get my undying love and devotion? The one where I cheated on Steve? Which one of them all?” 
Nancy’s eyes widen. 
She can’t help but snort at all those rumors. Shaking her head with an amused smile, she looks down with furrowed brows, “trust me, even I know Munson looks scary but probably is a fan of Garfield or something,” she chuckles. 
A smile tugs at your lips. 
“He does have Garfield pajamas.”
She looks at you with a stunned expression before you both burst into giggles. 
Nancy shakes her head again as the smile fades away. 
“And no, not the pregnant one either.. Jesus,” she sighs. Her eyes find your body again, she looks you up and down with a look that you cannot read. 
Suddenly, you feel self conscious again. You feel the urge to wrap your arms around your waist, wanting to hide your body. 
But her words aren’t ones that you expected. 
“If you’re pregnant with a body like that, is the baby like smushed to the very back?” 
Your breath gets caught in your throat. Your eyes widen at her words and you restrain yourself from gasping or holding your hand in front of your mouth or your stomach. 
Nancy had spent so much time feeling jealous of you, of what you had – because at one point, she thought that you had everything. Beauty, popularity, friends and a guy who was hopelessly in love with you. You had it all and when she got a taste of what you had, she wanted it. She wanted him. She painted a false picture of you in her head, to make herself feel better about stealing from you. 
Though, the false picture in her head didn’t stay for long, it started crumbling the moment she walked into the girls bathroom to hear you crying. She knew it was you, the backpack that laid on the ground had a pin of The Cure on the front, one that only you had. 
After that, she began to pay attention to you. 
She saw the way you looked at Steve, weeks, months after he left you. 
She saw the sadness, the heartbreak, the pain in your eyes and the love that never left. 
She saw the way you looked at the other girls and the way you looked at yourself. The way you stayed in the locker room, a little longer than the other girls. 
The way you looked at her and compared yourself to her. 
All because of him. 
“Y-You look amazing is what I’m trying to say,” Nancy says nervously. 
A flush creeps up to your face as you gape at her. 
To hear it from Steve or even Eddie is one thing, to hear it from a girl who bashed on you, who belittled you is a whole other thing. It feels.. good. 
“T-Thank you..”
Nancy clears her throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Desperately wanting to kill the awkward tension, she goes back to your previous question.
“No… The one where you and Eddie are dating.” 
It takes you a moment to realize what she means. Your mouth falls open and recognition dawns your face. 
“No, it’s not true either. None of them are,” you brows knit together, “wait, why did you think it was true?”
There’s amusement in her features as she takes in the sight of your confused face. She shrugs, “you’re always clinging to one another, and you guys literally kiss on the cheek! Like, who does that to a friend? And– you sit on his lap! It’s hard not to think you two have something going on!” 
You press your hands together, laughing awkwardly, “uh, well, that’s how best friends interact,” you say these words with a twinge of pain in your chest but you don’t understand it, the reasoning behind the pain is unclear to you. 
“Trust me, that’s not how best friends interact with each other – or look at each other,” she adds quietly. 
“L-Like what?”
She stares at you in amusement, albeit a little bewildered. 
“You’re a little oblivious, aren’t you?” 
“Oblivious to what?” 
She looks away from you with a small smile, glancing out the window, she pretends to be surprised, “oh, it looks like the storm finally stopped!” She points out. 
The storm had indeed stopped, though the one inside of you, has just begun. 
Nancy reaches for the book on the nook. She grabs her bag and turns back to you, “I gotta go home. Jonathan and my mom must be worried.” 
You follow her with your eyes, staring at her desperately. 
She looks over her shoulder after passing by you, “one piece of advice? Pay attention.” 
And with that, Nancy Wheeler leaves you standing in the empty aisle. 
“What?”
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uh...hehe. no reason why i wrote this...no reason at all🙂in any case, writing this has also let me know i'm not that great at writing threesomes. oh well, ya live and you learn
Summary: You go to a concert of your favorite band and you manage to catch the attention of the vocalist, who invites you backstage for a more intimate meet and greet. In a not so surprising turn of events, the guitarist walks in on you two at just the right moment.
Warnings: Rockstar!Steve x Reader x Rockstar!Eddie, slight drug use, SMUT (MINORS DNI) threesome, fingering, light degradation and name calling (slut, whore), king of consent Steve, grinding, spitroast, oral (m!receiving), overstimulation, multiple creampies, and some Steddie implications and impossible situations
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You were finally going to a concert of one of your favorite bands ever, Corroded Coffin. Having enough money saved up to get the tickets, you almost cried tears of joy seeing the big bold letters of Ticketmaster read: You Got ‘Em. Let the Anticipation Begin.
And anticipate, you did.
The waiting was the hardest part. You had bought the ticket a few months in advance, purchasing the VIP meet and greet package as well. You did without thinking honestly, and as soon as you realized what you had done, you almost had a full blown panic attack. You knew this band were just people like everyone else, but these dudes practically saved your life and the realization that you were going to meet them? It felt like you were going to meet God, but like, ten times the nervousness of that. You had no idea how your mind and body was going to handle this. You’d never met your idols and inspirations before. 
You just hoped to every deity out there that you wouldn’t pass out. That would’ve been fuckin’ embarrassing. But the nerves only got worse the day of, the drive to the venue not helping in the slightest, but talking to other fans about each other's shared nerves made you feel a little better knowing you weren’t the only one to feel this way. And before you knew it, it was time to head inside the building to meet and take a picture with the band before the show started. Time sure flies by talking to other people while waiting in line.
You tried to keep your hands from shaking as you waited your turn, seeing the fans in front of you return with wide smiles on their faces and even some with tears. Oh god, you really hoped you didn’t cry, that would be even more embarrassing than fainting somehow. You won’t cry, you won’t cry…
You tried your best to not freak out when you walked up to the band members, but you couldn’t stop the smile that decorated your face when they seemed just as happy to meet you. Okay, you weren’t crying or freaking out, you were behaving like a normal human, so far so good. You made small talk for a few seconds, introducing yourself, telling them how much their music meant to you, etc. You felt a little guilty about it, but you were most excited about meeting Steve and Eddie. They were by far your favorite members, everyone who’s met them always talks about how sweet and down to earth they are, which made you feel much more at ease when you first bought the meet and greet pass. And those comments proved to be right, if anything it was an understatement. 
Steve was somewhat handsy, but not in a creepy way, you could tell that’s just how he interacted with people, but it didn’t stop your face from heating up. What made it worse was how Eddie was staring at you, a smirk on his face as he watched you and Steve talk excitedly. It almost distracted you from the conversation, but Steve’s hand on your shoulder quickly made your brain focus back on him.
For the picture, you were standing in between Steve and the drummer, with Eddie and the other member on the end. But that wasn’t okay with Eddie for some reason, you had to hold in a soft gasp as he pushed his way over to stand next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist with an innocent smile while Steve, after rolling his eyes, put his own arm over your shoulders. 
While you all got in your picture poses, your eyes almost widened comically as you felt a wetness gathering in your underwear…right in front of them. 
Why? Out of all the moments, your body had to pick exactly now to lube itself up. You hoped the band couldn’t tell how your face was. If your cheeks got any warmer, you would probably have steam rising from your skin. You really respected these dudes, you felt awful being so goddamn horny for them. But it seems luck was not on your side because when you lifted your arms to wrap them around Eddie and Steve at the same time, your shirt rode up just enough for Eddie’s hand to touch your skin. “Damn, you’re hot.” Eddie blurted out suddenly, making everyone stare at him in confusion, mostly embarrassment from Steve.
“Dude, what the fuck?”
“No, no, no, not like that.” He winced but before you could get slightly offended, he corrected himself again. “No, fuck, I mean, you are hot but you also feel hot.” The long haired man stuttered, making you giggle.
Then Steve decided to put the back of his hand to your forehead, as if you couldn’t be anymore mortified. “Wow, you’re right, Eds. She does feel kinda hot. You okay?”
Not even having time to register how sweet Steve was for being concerned, you came up with the first excuse you could. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good, I’m always a bit warm. Plus, it’s August.” They seemed to be okay with that excuse enough for the photographer to finally take the fuckin’ picture, allowing you to escape the awkward situation without any more blows to your ego.
“Hope you enjoy the show!” Steve smiled at you before you had to leave. You knew you would.
It was by far the best night of your life so far. Meeting the people you looked up to, watching them perform your favorite songs up close. The barricade was so close to the stage you honestly thought you could probably reach out and they’d be able to reach back, but you were too busy ogling Steve and Eddie to even think about doing such a thing. They all sounded pitch perfect, just like they do on their albums. If you couldn’t hear the breaths Steve took before belting out another lyric, you’d think he was lip syncing because his vocals were perfect. And you didn’t even know Eddie could sing until you heard him doing backup vocals. You felt like you were in heaven. No matter how much your feet burned from being on your feet dancing around and how hoarse your voice was going to be in the morning from how loudly you were singing along, you felt like you could do this forever.
Watching Eddie play guitar was a privilege in its own right, seeing how fast his fingers moved across the fretboard shouldn't have made you as horny as you were. You were positive your underwear was going to be drenched by the time the night was over. Steve winking at you in the crowd didn’t make your situation any better. If you didn’t know any better, it’s like he knew. But he couldn’t, right? No way. You caught Eddie’s eye multiple times as well, you both smiling at each other before he looked back at his guitar. Yeah, this was the life.
All too soon, the show was over and people were starting to head home. Time really does fly when you’re having fun. But something happened and you had no idea how to react. About to head to the merch table, you heard your name called. Out of all the people that called out your name, you never expected it to be Steve. You saw some members of the opening bands out on the standing room floor and merch tables talking and taking pictures with fans, but you never expected to see members of the headlining band out and about. “Hey, did you enjoy the show?” He asked and you had to blink a few times before being able to reply.
“Yeah, yes, I did! It was the first time seeing you guys and you really knocked it out of the park, seriously. I doubt any concert I go to in the future will even come close to this one.”
“I’m so happy you enjoyed it.” He grinned, reaching up to gently grip onto your upper arm. “I mean, from the way a smile never left your face during the show, I figured you must’ve liked it a little.”
You felt your face heat up again, a wide eyed expression on your face. “You…you were watching me?”
He shrugged. “It was hard not to, you’re pretty adorable.” You giggled like a schoolgirl and immediately regretted it, hated being flustered so easily. But being called adorable by the vocalist of your favorite band was definitely not on your mind when you woke up this morning.
“T-Thanks.” You stuttered, unsure of what to do, but Steve already had a plan in mind.
“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you and if I make you uncomfortable at all then you have my permission to kick me in the nuts, I swear.” You chuckled in confusion, but motioned for him to continue. “I think you’re gorgeous, I’m pretty sure I kept looking for you in the crowd cause I don’t remember doing anything but that, besides singing of course. So, only if you’re a hundred percent comfortable with it, I’d like to take you back to my dressing room and…show you how much I appreciate you coming to see us.”
You blanched, your body freezing in shock at the sudden proposition. You were dreaming, you must’ve been. Unable to form words, Steve took your silence as offense and quickly started to apologize, calling himself stupid among other self deprecating words. “No, no, don’t be sorry! I just wasn’t expecting it, is all” You quickly explained.
Steve winced. “I’m sorry, I should’ve phrased it a bit better.”
You giggled. “Steve, stop saying sorry! It’s okay, really! I’d…I’d love to.”
Steve’s eyes lit up instantly, a shine coming to his puppy dog brown eyes. “Really?”
“I haven’t kicked you in the nuts, have I?” You joked with a light smile, eliciting a relieved chuckle from the man.
“Then please…follow me.”
You were all nerves as you followed Steve to the dressing room, wringing your hands and trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. You obviously wanted this, so badly, but you couldn’t help but to be a bit intimidated alone with one of your heroes.
“You want a drink or weed or anything?” Steve asked politely as he escorted you into his dressing room.
“Oh, no, thanks. I’m good.” You replied, trying your best to keep the timbre in your voice from wavering.
Steve smiled, taking a few cautious steps closer to you, his eyes gazing over your form. “Okay.” You tried to even out your breathing as he gently pulled you to him by your jeans’ belt loops, his hand coming up to trail a finger along your jawline, the act making your core throb and causing goosebumps to raise along your arms.
Impatiently, you went to lean in, but Steve stopped you. “Just to make sure; you do want this, right? You don’t feel pressured? I don’t wanna force you to do anything. You can walk right outta here and I won’t judge you one bit. Hell, you can still kick me in the balls if you want.” Steve’s eyes portrayed genuine care, making your heart melt at his blatant kindness and consideration. It made you absolutely sure.
“I do, Steve. I want this. I want you…” You whispered, feeling your body already being consumed by lust. Your stomach churned at the boyish grin he gave you, gently grabbing a hold of your hips and leaning you against the vanity, tugging at the hem of your shirt before kissing you.
It was soft and slow at first, more of a peck. You could feel him testing the waters, giving you an out just in case you changed your mind at the last minute, but your heated body soon grew tired of his carefulness. Steve let out a quiet noise of surprise as you deepened the kiss, hungry for more of him already.
Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Steve’s hands traveling across every inch of you he could reach, each tentative squeeze and pinch growing more confident as the rougher he got the more mewls he elicited from you. You gasped into his mouth as he started to grind against you impatiently, keeping you securely pinned to the vanity behind you, the desk digging into the small of your back.
“Can I give you a hickey?” Honestly, he asked so sweetly that you had to say yes. So polite, so soft and innocent sounding, it almost made you forget he was grinding his erection against your clothed core.
His lips on your neck raised goosebumps all over your body, you were sure he could feel it. But he continued sucking and licking the soft skin of your neck until stung, making the friction of his pelvis against yours all the more pleasurable. Fuck, you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear as the minutes passed. The more Steve pressed his obvious erection against you, the more your sticky slick spread. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Steve, please…” You whined, craving more of his touch.
“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Steve whispered, his lips coming up to gently nibble at your earlobe.
“I want you to fuck me…but I need you to stretch me out with your fingers first.”
Steve smirked. “As you wish.” And before you knew it, the man had expertly tugged down your jeans along with your damp underwear, then awkwardly tried to remove them over your shoes before you just kicked them off to make it easier. Steve let out a boyish chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter rapidly before pushing your legs apart to stand in between them. You shivered as Steve ran his fingers through your slick folds, a cheeky grin decorating his face at the feeling. “So wet already?” I’ve been wet ever since the meet and greet, you wanted to say but you were cut short by two of Steve’s fingers entering you without warning. “Still tight, though.” He chuckled, pressing further into you until he was knuckle deep, curling his digits and hitting that sensitive spot at the front of your walls.
Steve looked up at you with bright, wild eyes, a small smile playing at his lips as you stared back at him in a pleasured haze. “That feel okay?” He must’ve known it did, from the way you were breathing heavily, grabbing at his shoulders like a lifeline; but he sounded so genuine that you nodded with a soft whine. “Good. Let me know if it ever stops feeling that way, deal?”
God, he was so sweet and patient, it started to make yours run thin. You wanted him so badly, and after a few more minutes of Steve finger fucking you, you were sure you were ready to take his cock. You palmed him through his jeans, feeling his thickness, making your mouth water. “I need your cock, pretty boy.” Steve’s cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, making you grin.
You eagerly helped him shimmy down his jeans and briefs down to his ankles, too impatient to remove the articles of clothing. You were already so sensitive, so when Steve ran the head of his dick though your slick folds, you let out a pitiful whine. Steve gave you a once over before slowly pushing himself through your entrance, the two of you letting out gasps, groaning once he was fully sheathed. “Are you okay?”
“God, yes, Steve. Please, move…” You whimpered, trying to restrain yourself from canting your hips to get some more friction. You wanted it hard and fast, but Steve decided to take it slow…way too slow.
Steve thrusted in and out languidly, the feeling heavenly but not enough. You could feel how much he stretched you out, could feel every pulse in his veins, could hear how much your cunt was sucking him in deeper and deeper; all the while Steve never broke eye contact with you, he was every expression on your face, how your eyes subtly rolled to the back of your skull every time he brushed against your cervix, ate up every cute noise you made. You knew he was trying to draw this out for as long as possible, smiling every time you whined impatiently. He knew what you wanted, he was just being a fuckin’ tease. “Steve, please…I need it faster. Harder.”
He playfully raised a brow. “What? Trying to get it over with, huh?” He asked, pinching your side through your shirt.
“No-ah!” You yelped as he suddenly rammed into you, the force making you bounce, his grip on your waist the only reason you didn’t fall off the vanity. “Fuck.” You moaned loudly as Steve thrusted into you at a much faster rate, any objects on the vanity’s desk toppling over and falling to the dressing room floor. “Yes, yes, yes…” You cried, feeling his cock beat against your pleasure spot at the front of your walls, trying to keep in your embarrassing wails as he finally was giving you what you wanted.
“Goddamn, you feel so good, pretty girl. Fuck, I’ve been wanting to feel this gorgeous pussy for hours. I loved watching you in the crowd tonight, a smile never leaving your face, looking up at me like I was a god. You sure know how to make a man feel special, huh?” He rambled.
“You-fuck, you are special, Steve.” You tried to reply back, stuttering with every syllable.
“Yeah? Tell me again.”
“Y-You’re s-special, Steve…”
“Fuck, yes…” Steve’s lips attached to your neck once more, his teeth grazing against your sweet spot immediately, your walls pulsing around him as you were already so close to that peak.
You and Steve were so eager to take pleasure from one another, you both didn’t even hear the door to the dressing room open. “Well, well, well, now what do we have here?” You both gasped and turned to the intrusion, a sweltering heat coming to your cheeks as you saw the guitarist staring you both down with a small smirk playing at his lips.
Steve looked at you first, gauging your reaction before he replied to his bandmate, finding no shame or nervousness in your expression. “Caught myself a little groupie, Eds.” Steve chuckled, his thrusts halting to a stop, almost eliciting a whine of protest from you. Fuck, you were almost there. You could feel your almost orgasm dull and fade away. “Ain’t she a beaut’?”
You probably should’ve been mortified, but the way Eddie was staring down at you from his place at the door, you couldn’t help but want him as well. Both him and Steve seemed to pick up on your desires. But from the way you were looking at both of them, it didn’t take a genius to put it together.
Steve leaned down to peck the underside of your jaw, slightly jerking his head in the direction of his bandmate. “Want him to join? Though, I gotta warn ya, he’s a kinky little shit.” He teased.
You giggled, the idea already making your stomach churn with overwhelming excitement. “What, you like being called daddy or something?”
Eddie scoffs, his already dark eyes darkening further. “Anything that’s not missionary is kinky to Steve. What about you, hmm? Why don’t you tell me what kinks you enjoy and I’ll decide if you can handle me or not.”
His words went straight to your core, your walls pulsing around Steve’s dick, making the man grunt. “Big on impact play. Spanking, slapping. Choking is fun. Scratched, bit, hair pulled; love all that.”
Eddie smirked widely, allowing himself to step closer to the two of you. “Right up my alley. I think we’ll get along just fine, sweetheart.” Then he gave a look to Steve, he had stopped thrusting into you as soon as Eddie started to chat you up. “Take her to the couch and keep fucking her, Stevie.” He didn’t have to be told twice, as soon as the words left his mouth, the man above you switched you both over to the little loveseat in the green room, continuing the pistoning movements of his hips, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure. “And you don’t have to call me daddy, sweetheart. Just Eddie. What about you? What titles are you okay with?”
Steve’s cockhead rocking into that sweet spot inside you made your mind go blank once more. You knew what you loved, but nothing came to mind. “Any. All. Whatever you want to call me, Eddie. I’m fine with anything.” You whined, reaching out to palm the growing bulge in his ripped jeans.
“Whatever I want, huh? What if I called you my little whore, hm?”
You blushed. “Or slut…”
“My pretty little slut…” Eddie tested, interrupted by Steve’s groan.
“Fuck, she squeezed down so hard on me when you called her that.” He mumbled out shakily.
Eddie’s eyes lightened up at the conformation. “You liked being degraded, huh?” You squeaked when he wrapped one of his large hands around your throat, squeezing roughly and cutting off your oxygen supply. “You like being called a dumb little slut, don’t ya? Such a greedy little fucktoy.”
“Woah…” Steve laughed in shock. “I was gonna say that’s a little far, but she pulsed around me again. Felt so good…I think you can make her come with those words alone, dude.”
“I could see it on her, man.” He chuckled darkly, removing his hand from your neck, allowing you to take a gasping breath. “Flip her over, Steve.” Taking instruction obediently, Steve flipped you over onto your front, forcing you to slightly lean over the pleated arm of the sofa, making your face level with Eddie’s crotch. “I could just tell she’d love being degraded like the whore she is. Now, go on and take out my cock for me, pretty slut.” You cried out as Steve reentered you from behind, the new angle making stars obscure your vision. A harsh slap to your cheek forced you to come back to reality, Eddie’s expression morphing into impatience “Already too cock drunk to listen to simple commands?” He cooed condescendingly.
Trying to ignore the immense pleasure your body was feeling, you reached up with shaky hands to undo the fly on Eddie’s jeans, feverishly shimmying them down along with his boxer briefs. You gasped as his hard cock sprung from its confines, gently smacking you in the face before you got a hold on it. The tip angry and red, feeling the blood pulsing through the veins on his shaft from underneath your fingertips, your mouth watered in anticipation. You looked up at Eddie with a grin before wrapped your lips around the head of his dick, a relieved sigh escaping his mouth. “That’s a good girl…” Eddie moaned as you tried taking him deeper, your own moans adding a vibration around his cock.
“She caught your eye too, didn’t she?” Steve’s voice echoed from behind you, not stopping his thrusts into you, inadvertently forcing you to take Eddie deeper.
“How could I not? That cute little nervous expression when she met all of us. Plus, she was at the barricade, practically drooling.” The admission made your face flush with heat, but you were too preoccupied to care.
“I could see her eyeing your fingers during all your solos.”
You took a big gasping breath as Eddie pulled out of your mouth, getting on his knees to be level with you, a smirk playing at his lips. “That true, gorgeous? You liked watching my fingers play along my fretboard?” He chuckled condescendingly when you nodded. “Pretty girl’s so cock hungry, hm?”
“Fuck…” You whined as you felt your orgasm build and build, faster than before, feeling edged way too long.
“Oh.” Eddie hummed in amusement. “Steve, I think she’s gonna come. Can you feel it?”
“Yeah, she’s squeezing around me so fuckin’ hard.” He groaned loudly.
You moaned as Eddie’s hand returned to your throat, gripping tightly enough that you felt lightheaded. Sharp pricks of pain shot through your entire body as you felt the pressure on your trachea, but it only careened you forward to your release, eliciting a loud strained moan from your lips. “Fuck, are you gonna come for Stevie, hm?” You nodded, babbling nonsense you were sure Eddie couldn’t understand. “Good slut, go on, come on his dick.” You heard Steve moan beautifully as you pulsed around him, your velvety walls holding him in a vice grip as you shook and jolted from the intensity of your climax. You barely registered the dark chuckle that escaped Eddie as he watched you writhe and sob, almost hyperventilating as you came down.
“Oh, fuck…” Steve whispered, leaning down to place gentle kisses on the nape of your neck. “So good, so good, pretty girl. Doin’ so well for us.” You purred at the praise, the hodgepodge of both Steve’s praise and Eddie’s degradation throwing you for a loop. You barely had time to recover before the two men started to thrust into you at both ends, moaning in overstimulation and gagging on Eddie’s dick as Steve’s continued its relentless pace, desperate to get to his end too.
“Look up at me, sweetheart.” Eddie spoke and your eyes widened when you noticed his phone’s camera pointed down at you. “Such a pretty thing, sucking my cock so good.” He growled, keeping a tight hold on your hair. The fact that he was filming you sucking his dick probably should’ve concerned you, but honestly, it was kind of hot and you were too fucked out to care.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Steve announced, his dick pistoning into you like his life depended on it.
“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, putting his phone away. “You gonna come in her tight little pussy, pretty boy?”
Steve grunted as his thrusts became more sloppy and erratic, using you for his pleasure wildly. “Shit, I’m coming…” He moaned, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy as ropes of his warm cum filled you to the brim. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He chuckled in exhaustion, pulling out and watched as your pussy clenched around nothing, how it slowly pushed his release out and dripped into a little puddle on the loveseat beneath you.
You took deep breaths as Eddie finally pulled out of your mouth, gently wiping drool off your chin before pushing a fucked out Steve out of the way so he could position himself behind you. “My turn, Stevie. Her mouth is fuckin’ phenomenal, but I wanna feel her tight little pussy myself.”
You gasped as Eddie flipped you over, making you face him. He looked fuckin’ angelic with him above you, much like how he looked performing on stage earlier. “Let’s take this shit off.” He growled, all but ripping your shirt and bra off your body, rendering you completely naked while he and Steve were practically still fully clothed. “Gorgeous fuckin’ tits, baby.” He groped them roughly, pinching your nipples until they stung. Eddie was much more comfortable being rough with you than Steve was. You were a hundred percent sure you’d have a multitude of bruises just from Eddie alone.
Again, unlike Steve, Eddie started with a much more rough pace. He wasted no time fully sheathing himself inside you with a hard cant of his hips, your slick and Steve’s leftover cum making his cock slid right in, the force making you cry out. “So tight still, baby girl. I wanna feel you come on my cock too. Think you can do that for me?”
“Maybe. Can try…” You stuttered, your brain practically melting from oversensitivity.
“Aw, she’s so eager.” Steve cooed, running his thumb along the sweat that was formed on the crease of your brow. “A people pleaser, this one, huh?”
Eddie smiled down at you. “That true, sweetheart? You wanna come on my cock just to please me?”
“Y-Yes…want you to feel it too.”
“Then let’s see if we can get you there one more time, okay?” Eddie’s cock was thicker and longer than Steve’s, the stretch a bit more painful but no less delicious. You couldn’t keep in your moans even if you tried. “Yeah, babygirl, let it out for me. Get fuckin’ loud. Let this whole building know how good my cock is making you feel.” You glanced over to see Steve lighting up a joint, his hair tousled and jeans pulled back up to his hips but left them unbuttoned. He looked properly beautiful. “Hey, eyes on me, slut.” Eddie growled, lightly slapping your face to get you focused. “Give me a hit of that, Stevie.”
Steve grinned as he placed the joint at Eddie’s lips, holding it for him as he took a deep inhale and blew the smoke out onto your face. The smell of the drug mixing with sex made for a delightful combo you wouldn’t have expected, the secondhand making into your lungs and making you dazed. With Eddie’s ruthless thrusts and the contact high, you felt yourself building and building up to your second orgasm, wailing and holding onto Eddie’s wrists where his hands were holding onto your love handles with a bruising grip. Your stomach ached with how rough and deep Eddie was inside you, but you never wanted him to stop, not when you were so close to another climax.
“Oh my god…” You sobbed, unable to hold back your loud moans even if you tried, the pleasure all too consuming and intense, you feared you’d black out.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna come again, aren’t you?” Eddie mocked as he saw your body start to shake, chuckling darkly when you nodded hastily. “Steve, play with her clit for me, would ya?” You almost sobbed as Steve’s deft fingers came back for round two, finding your throbbing nub immediately and rubbing in a swift circular motion, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Paired with Eddie’s long, thick cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, you were barrelling towards your orgasm at speeds that made you lightheaded. The room almost spinning and you couldn’t focus on anything besides the intense, blinding pleasure that was surging through you. “Yeah, good fuckin’ girl, come on this dick.” Eddie groaned, fucking you through your orgasm until your were crying in overstimulation once again.
“S’okay, pretty girl, you can take it.” Steve encouraged, coming to sit next to you to slot his lips against his and wipe away your tears. You couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth as Eddie sped up even more, chasing his release.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Eddie moaned. “You want my cum, slut?”
Steve grabbed your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Eddie. You only nodded, all words escaping you for how fucked out you were, but Steve gripped tightly and making you wince. “Use your words, gorgeous.”
“Yes, E-Eddie, I want your c-cum.” You squeaked. “Come in me, please, Eds.” Eddie grinned at the whiny cadence of your voice, barely able to form the words. Steve started to suck and lick at your nipples as Eddie’s cum painted your inner walls, the man letting out downright beautiful whimpery moans as he finally finished, pulling out of you with a sharp exhale.
Finally able to fill your lungs properly, Steve and Eddie both peppered your face with gentle kisses before they helped clean you up, though not before admiring their handiwork. Hickeys and bruises galore, it looked like you were hit by a truck, you definitely felt like you had been due to the endurance of these two boys. You started to wonder how you were going to be able to walk to your car, let alone drive home with how wobbly your legs were.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly as he and his bandmate helped you dress.
You beamed giddily. “More than okay. That was…amazing.” You giggled, causing both men to grin proudly. It was like a dream come true…
“Glad you enjoyed yourself, we sure did.” Eddie teased.
“And be sure to let us know whenever you’re coming to another show. We’ll let you have a backstage pass so we can do this all over again, pretty girl.” Steve winked.
“Oh, don’t worry. I definitely will.”
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wild-lavender-rose-musings · 11 months ago
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I feel like Steve is not the greatest at encouraging you to do your school work but Eddie, he's determined to help you excel.
"Let's go over these flash cards together."
"Wanna sit in my lap while you work?"
"Of course I'll read through your paper, baby."
He even manages to get Steve involved, who sees how much fun you two are having and feels left out.
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therosebunpost · 2 years ago
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Dynamic that I’d love to explore:
Steddie, but you’re dating Eddie first. You two are a Unit. You’re so deep in love with each other that literally EVERYONE can tell. It’s like you walk around with this invisible string wrapped around you two, binding you together. You love Eddie, he is your person. Your perceived one and only.
Eddie feels the same, he tells you every day. Shows it even more. But Eddie, is not a subtle man. Especially not to you. So, you clock his crush on Steve the second they hang out together. You knew he’s liked the man before you started dating, so it wasn’t surprising.
What is surprising, is just how okay you are with it. This was prime jealousy territory, but as you watch the two flirt with each other, you just feel..okay. Amused even. You tease Eddie subtly at first, just an acknowledgment whenever he gets all moon eyed over the former jock.
Eddie feels terrible about it, initially. He loves you, there’s no doubt about that. You’re the person he wants to marry one day. The person he wants to spend his life with. But Steve, Steve with his stupid pretty hair, and kind eyes, and deep understanding of what happened in the Upside Down…He just can’t shake the crush. The urge to have him closer.
You finally breach the topic with him one night, emboldened with weed and being curled up in his arms. “Y’ know, if you ever wanted to…go after Steve, I won’t mind.” It’s silent for a full moment before Eddie responds. “What?”
“Steve. If you wanted to date the both of us, I won’t have a problem with it. Trust me, he likes you a lot. I can tell.” You’d laugh at the look on Eddie’s face if you weren’t trying to convince him you were serious. “And..I want you to be happy, you know? So..you should go for it.” It prompts a deep conversation between the two of you, where Eddie’s not quite sure about it, but decides to try.
As a surprise to no one, Steve is more then happy to date Eddie. After being assured that you were perfectly fine with it, the two start dating. You spend time with Eddie the first half of the week, Steve gets the second. You switch every other week, or for special occasions. It’s nice, and you can’t help but feel pleased with the happy look on Eddie’s face.
There’s just one thing though, a problem you weren’t expecting. Steve’s interest in you. About a month into your new arrangement, Steve takes steps to hang out with you more. He asks about you, and even flirts occasionally. Usually with Eddie present, which you chalk up to him just being in the moment. It starts changing though, when Eddie has to bail on a date with Steve. You’re both used to his scattered mind, so it’s not a big deal. Still, Steve has tickets to the local fair and he doesn’t even hesitate to extend one to you.
Before all of this, you liked Steve well enough, but it didn’t go beyond friendly. You had always planned on dating Eddie without dating Steve, Simply wanting your other half to be happy. All this…budding up with Steve wasn’t in the plan, but you couldn’t say you hated it. Steve was nice, funny, and admittedly very handsome. (You couldn’t blame Eddie in the slightest for his crush.) He was a natural flirt, often getting you and Eddie flustered whenever you three hung out. Every kind thing he does for Eddie makes your heart swell. Every kind thing he does for you makes your heart skip a beat. Your conversations start out kinda stilted at first, but with time they flow with ease. First strictly being about Eddie until you find yourself telling him about you. Your life, your dreams. Steve does the same, and it’s not long before you really understand Eddie’s crush on the man.
The Fair is fun. You go in rides, Steve wins you one massive plushie, and another massive plushie for Eddie to surprise him with later. You end up winning Steve a plush as well, insisting that he deserved something too. The soft look he gives you is stunning, and you have to smother his face in the plush before the butterflies threaten to eat you alive. “I’m glad you said yes to coming with me.” He admits over some pizza, the fair lights dancing in his eyes and hair. “I’ve been wanting to hang out one on one for a while. Trust me, I wanted Eddie here with us too, but..yeah.”
Three seconds, it takes three seconds before it dawns on you. Steve wasn’t just wooing Eddie, but you too, and it’s working.
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love-toxin · 2 years ago
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mh. I'm totally normal about the thought of getting married to the Steve Harrington, luxurious rich kid and caring babysitter extraordinaire as well as your high school sweetheart. he's such a doting husband and as newlyweds you're practically stuck to each other at the hip, enjoying your fancy honeymoon off in those exotic places Steve always promised he'd take you with a glass of champagne and your fingers laced with each other's. which also means that with all that alone time, you're really getting to work on making those six little Harringtons that Steve so desperately wants.
however, after about a year of trying with no results, both you and Steve are devastated to find out that his chances of producing are extremely low. possible, but improbable, even with medical intervention. Steve's so heartbroken he even fears you might leave him (which is just ridiculous) but after an incredible amount of comforting he eventually manages to comes to terms with it all. but that doesn't mean he's giving up, not at all, because you still have that dream of raising children together and he's not going to deprive you of that.
and it's through that line of thought that Steve comes upon a solution, a very unconventional one in every sense of the word. he's learned from his own parents that blood doesn't necessarily make someone a mother or a father, so he can compromise as far as the pure genetics of it all--but there's one person he knows he can trust to give his wife a child, someone safe enough to ask and freaky enough to agree to the conditions.
Eddie. Steve's decided to run the idea by you, the plan he's cooked up; how he could get Eddie to father your children for you, so you two can have your babies without putting either of you through all those painful and expensive processes that would come with other avenues. and he could get a good chunk of that money that you both know he could use, plus he'd get to fuck you, (with supervision from Steve of course) the girl he'd had a crush on all throughout high school and fantasized about even when Steve had scooped you up. it's a win-win, Steve's so confident about that. he just doesn't yet know what emotional turmoil the whole experience might bring on, when he's watching his friend go balls deep in his pretty wife and hearing her moan as she's bred for her husband to watch. how he's gonna very quickly realize that he likes watching you two go at it way more than he should, and that he's seriously gonna have trouble sleeping when all he can imagine when he closes is eyes is Eddie screwing you, breeding you like a feral animal, and teasing about giving you a bump and making you a pretty little mommy to send home to Stevie. and when he starts fisting his cock during his morning showers to the thought of all that, pent-up and needy even though he's been on you way more than usual, you notice. and it makes it much sweeter when you craft your own plan with Eddie under your husband's nose, so you can surprise your sweet, loving hubby with an extra special present for making each of your dreams come true <3
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demons2003 · 5 months ago
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My Boys (Chapter 62)
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Everything after Max was a blur. Steve somehow got us all in the car and drove us back to Nancy's. We made sure all the kids were good and then Steve and I were cuddled up on the arm chair. We talked for a little bit, trying to get a hold of everyone in California in case they had any ideas and waited for Nancy and Robin to get back. When they were back, we filled them in on what happened with Max and they let us know what happened with them. After the long discussion we all thought it was best if we went to sleep and regain our energy.
"Hey, Dustin, this is Eddie the Banished. You there?" I hear through the walkie talkie. I groan and little and shift on my chair, which was Steve's lap. He groans as well but I shush him and quickly get off. "Dustin, can you hear me?" I hear again through the walkie. I look over to Dustin to find him still sleeping. I shouldn't wake him. He really needs his sleep. "Dustin? Earth to Dustin?" Eddie says again. I quickly pick up the walkie and move over to the table. "Hey, it's Y/n," I whisper, hoping he doesn't just ignore me.
There's a small break of static before Eddie says, "Hey, I'm gonna need a food delivery, like, real soon, unless you want me going out into the world." I panic a little and quickly reply, "No, no, please don't leave the house Eds. Stay there and we'll be there as soon as we can." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Listen, um... can you pick me up a six-pack? I know, it's stupid as shit, drinking right now, but a cold beer would really calm my jangled nerves," Eddie asks. I look behind me and notice that the couch is empty. "Hey Eds, I'm sorry but I'm gonna have to call you back," I rush and turn the walkie off. "Nancy! Nancy!" I yell, shaking Nancy's shoulders. She groans and glares up at me. "What the hell do you want?" She asks. "Aren't you meant to be on Max watch?" I ask her. She rolls her eyes but nods. "There where the hell is she?" I ask her, getting more annoyed. "She's right there. A second ago. I swear, I just dozed off for..." She says but realises that Max is no longer laying on the couch. She looks down at her watch and her eyes grow in shock. She looks back at me and whispers, "an hour."
I groan and we quickly stand up, heading up the stairs. We head into the kitchen and find Max still at the table with her headphones on. I sign in relief and walk over to her. "Morning guys!" Karen greets us. "Everything okay?" She asks us after we don't answer her. "Yeah. Yeah, everything's okay." Nancy replies. "I think it's so sweet that you guys are sticking together like this," Karen says, putting some pancakes on a plate. "Could try sticking together at a different house for a change," Ted says. I roll my eyes but don't say anything, walking over to Max on the table. I sit down next to her and see a bunch of coloured drawings all over the table.
Max notices me next to her and stops the tape, pulling her headphones down. "Hey," She whispers. "Hey. You okay?" I say back, moving a little closer to her. "Just couldn't sleep. People kept blasting music in my ears, for some reason," Max tells me, looking down at her drawings again. I chuckle a little and she continues with, "But Holly let me borrow some of her crayons. We've been having a fun morning, right Holly?" We look over to Holly but she continues what's she's don't and says, "Mmmm-hmmm." I look back down at the table and ask Max, while moving one of the drawings closer, "Is this what you saw last night?" "I mean, it's supposed to be. I though it'd be easier to draw it out than to explain it, but... not so much." Max explains to me. "Is that...?" I start to ask, moving another drawing that seemed to be of Chrissy and Fred in front of us both. "It was like they were on display or something. And then there was this red fog everywhere. It was like a dream. A nightmare," Max explains to me. "Do you think Vecna's just trying to scare you?" I ask her. "With Billy? Yeah. But when I made it here..." Max tells me, pointing at the drawings. "I don't know, something was different. He seemed surprised, almost. Like he didn't want me there." Max continues to explain to me.
I look confused as Dustin, who randomly moved to the table with Nancy, says, "Maybe you infiltrated his mind. He invaded your mind, right? Is it that big of a leap to suggest you somehow wound up in his?" I look at him and nod, thinking about everything that we are learning about. It is weird though. How did Max end up in his mind if he didn't want her there? "Like Freddie Krueger's boiler room," Dustin adds on. "Freddie Krueger?" Holly asks Dustin confused, causing me to laugh a little. "He's a super burned-up dude with razors for fingers. And he kills you in your dreams," Dustin explains to her as child friendly as he can. "Dustin. Seriously? Nancy snaps at him. "Yeah, not like that Dustin," I whisper to him, looking over at Holly's scared face. Dustin looks at her and realises and says, "Sorry. It's a movie. It's not real." "Just... think about it. What if you somehow unlocked a backdoor to Vecna's world?" Dustin asks, looking back towards the three of us. He picks up a drawing and continues, "Like, maybe the answer we're looking for is somewhere in this incredibly vague drawing. God, we need Will."
"No shit. But I tried them again this morning, and it's the same busy signal." Max explains to us. Nancy seems to get idea and reaches over to grab a drawing. "Is this a window?" She asks, showing Max the drawing so she can answer. "Yeah," Max says. "Stained glass with roses," Nancy tells us. I look over and see that exact description on the drawing. "Yeah. See? I'm not so terrible after all," Max sasses to Dustin. "Yeah, well, it helps that I've seen it before," Nancy tells us, ruffling a few of the drawings around. She starts to fold a few of the drawings and move them around until it starts to builds a house. "It's pieces of a house," Max stats as Nancy starts to draw a black outline onto all the papers. "Not just any house," Nancy tells us. We all looks confused at her while she places the last piece of paper down. "It's Victor Creel's house," She tells us, standing up from her chair. "Where you going?" Dustin asks around a mouthful of food. "Waking the others," She says, walking towards the basement door. I quickly get up and run after her as well.
We walk down the stairs to find everyone down there still very asleep. I walk over to Steve but Nancy beats me over there. I scoff quietly but move over to Robin instead. I gently shake her and move a piece of hair out of her face. She groans but opens her eyes. "What time is it?" She asks as she goes to wipe her eyes. "No clue, but we need to go." I tell her, helping her still up and stand. "Where are we going?" I hear Steve ask loudly. I look over to him to find him looking at me in questions, rather than Nancy who is standing right in front of her. "We need to go to the Creel house," Nancy says, seeming to be slightly annoyed. He nods down at her but looks back at me. I smile at him and nod, motioning to the door. "Why don't we get everything ready and head out when we can?" I suggest. Everyone nods, and we gather what we can for the journey.
Sometime later
"This place is so creepy," Robin whispers as I pull up to the Creel house. I look out the window and say, "Yeah." We get out of the cars and start making our way up the stairs that lead to the Creel house. "Yeah, that's not creepy," Steve says, all of us stopping and looking at the house. "Let's get this over with," I say, grabbing Steve's arm and dragging him up to the door. When we get to the door, Steve starts to pull nails out of the wood. I stand on the other side to get the nails out as well. "What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?" Steve asks as he throws a nail behind him. "We're not sure," Nancy replies. He looks at me for conformation and I nod. "We just know this house is important to Vecna," Nancy continues for him. "Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?" Steve asks. "Basically," I say, getting a "Great," in response.
"Maybe it holds a cluse to where Vecna is. Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max." Dustin adds on. Steve and I look at Dustin but then turn to each other a little more worried again. "We don't think he's in here, do we?" Lucas asks, looking at all of us. Max answers him, "Guess we'll find out." I shiver a little but continue to help get more nails out of the door. "Ready?" Steve asks after a second, getting ready to get the board down so we can enter. I nod and we both let go of the wood, it falling and almost hitting the kids, Robin and Nancy who are behind us. As the wood falls, we find ourselves face with an old door with a glass stained window in the middle of it. "Well, this is it," I whisper to myself as Steve tried the door. "It's locked," He whispers after shacking it a little. "Should I knock, see if anybody's home?" He asks us. "No need," Robin yells, causing Steve and I to turn to her confused. She stands all smug and holds up a brick saying, "I found a key." I laugh and move out of her way so that I don't get hit.
Robin throws the brick right in the centre of the window, leaving behind and almost perfect hole. Steve looks through the hole and then carefully puts his hand through the glass and unlocks the door so that we can all come inside. He pulls his hand out and pushes the door open, causing it to screech. "God I hate that noise," I whisper to Steve, getting a nod in reply. Steve steps into the house first, whistling but the rest of us walk in almost straight away. We all slowly walk through the start of the foyer, looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. "Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill," Lucas mumbles to us after trying to turn on of the lights in the doorway. We all start to turn our flashlights on as Steve asks, "Where'd everyone get those?" Dustin looks at him confused and gives him attitude while asking, "Do you need to be told everything? You're not a child." Steve looks at him in disbelief while I softly laugh at the interaction. "Thank you," He sarcastically says while I pull out another flashlight from my pocket. "Here you go Stevie," I whisper and pace it over to him. He smiles at me and takes the flashlight slowly from me.
I start to make my way around the house like everyone else but don't get far before Steve is grabbing onto my arm to stop me. "What?" I ask him, confused why he would stop me. "Go with Robin," He tells me, nodding over to where Robin is. I look at him confused and ask, "Why can't I go with you?" He smiles at me and steps a little closer. "You know Dustin. He'll probably start to start something again. I don't want you to have to deal with it if it can be helped. I nod, still confused why he'd not want me with him, and move over to where Robin and Nancy are starting to head. Nancy looks at me confused and annoyed but doesn't say anything. She turns back around and we start to make our way through the house.
"They just left everything," Nancy says as we look into one of the many rooms in the house. "I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value," Robin say back. "Yeah, wonder why," I say before starting to walk further into the house. "Hey guys," Max calls to all of us. We all turn towards her as she asks, "You all see that right?" In front of her stands an old grandfather clock. The grandfather clock that Max saw when she had her visions. Nancy walks away from us and walks closer to Max to ask, "Is this what you saw? In your visions?" Robin and I walk behind her as well, taking a closer loo at the clock as well. "I mean, it's... just a clock. Right?" Robin says, looking between Max, the clock and I. With no response, Robin moves past Max and cleans some of the dust from the clock glass. She turns back to us all and says, "Like a normal old clock." "Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?" Steve asks us all and adds on, "Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?" I smile at him trying to work it out but Dustin sarcastically tells him, "I think you cracked the case Steve." I lightly smack him in the back of the head which causes him to glare at me while Nancy says, "All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere." "Alright, we need to split up. Make sure you all have a buddy, no one walk around this place alone," I tell everyone, all of us starting to split up and walk around the house.
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steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson
a/n: all 4 parts total 14.6k words and we've just gotten a kiss, we're moving up in the world lads.
w/c: 3.9k
warnings: 18+ only mdni. slow burn. r is a werewolf. body horror. mutual pining. body horror. grief. angst. hurt/comfort. pov change halfway. r is Going Through It. eddie and steve take care of r. not proof read. kidnapping. violence. murder. blood/gore + descriptions of the aftermath of torture.
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tags: @steddieloverrr @cherrycolas-things @5sosjay
You've always dealt with pain, you have to being what you are but this was a new level. There wasn't a moment of the day where you weren't in agony, longing for it to stop.
Your arms and wrists burned from the chains holding you, your flesh bubbling and tearing under the silver. Your legs were adorned with cuts, varying in length and depth and the hunters sprinkled something over the wounds to stop you from healing too quickly.
Your back was a mess of torn flesh and gaping wounds from the whippings they subjected you to daily.
Everything hurt and ached, and you weren't sure how much more you could take.
It had only been a couple of days since the hunters took you. You knew Steve and Eddie and the rest of the group would be looking for you, that they'd probably gone to Hopper and Joyce for help, you just had to find a way to hold on.
"This one isn't breaking as quick as the others" One of the men mutters to his companions, his voice making your skin crawl.
"Does it matter? It'll break eventually. They always do."
"And, means more fun for us"
You wanted to hurl at their tone, at their voices, wanted to lash out and break free and go home. You waited, lost in your memories of Steve and Eddie and your parents, knowing that either they'd get bored and kill you or your boys would find you.
Another couple of days go past in a blur of blood and agony when you realize the hunters had made a mistake.
The youngest had been put on watch for the evening while the others rested, only he hadn't secured your chains properly and there was enough slack for you to slip out of them. You knew you wouldn't have another opportunity to escape them so you waited, watching as the hours ticked past and he started yawning, his eyes slipping closed.
You ignored the pain and carefully slipped your restraints. Your heart in your throat and you held your breath as you crept over to the hunter.
He barely had time to react before your hands were gripping his head tightly, twisting and snapping his neck, the noise bringing bile to your throat. It was a quick death and not one he deserved, but it was quiet.
You crept to his companions, each one suffered a similar fate - a crushed throat or suffocated with a pillow. They all died quickly and you resented it, wishing you could have taken your time - made them suffer for the pain they caused you, for the deaths of your parents and so many others.
You stumbled away from them, hands shaking and vision swimming with unshed tears. You didn't want to be the killer they thought you to be. You hated wanting to inflict pain and suffering on others - no matter how much they deserved it.
Your wounds weren't healing yet and you knew you couldn't stay here. You look around for something to cover yourself, not wanting someone seeing your flayed back, cut up body and wanting to help but you can't see anything besides the hunters jackets and the idea of putting on their clothes made you want to scream.
You grind your teeth and decide to risk it. There was so much blood covering you, so it wouldn't make much difference. You stumble out of the warehouse, distantly realizing that it was the same one that you crawled out of the upside down of all those months ago.
You walk.
Rocks and sticks tear at the soles of your feet and each step was agony. Tears seep down your cheeks, creating tracks through the blood staining your skin.
You walk.
It feels like hours, but eventually, you shuffle closer to your home. The houses of your neighbors creep closer and closer and you nearly sob in relief when you see your house.
Steve's car was parked in the driveway, and you could hear too many heartbeats and voices inside, and you know that all of your friends are there.
You steel yourself, taking a deep breath before you push open your door and walking inside.
The noise stops.
You turn, and everyone is there - Steve and Eddie and Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Hopper and Joyce, Max, El, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin. You could have laughed at their stunned and horrified expression if you weren't so tired.
"Oh my god," Joyce breathes out, and you let go of the lungful of air you were holding.
You move, hands shaking as you reach for a pack of smokes that were thrown on the table and taking one and lighting it.
"I'm gonna shower," you say, voice muffled around the cigarette stick, and you leave everyone in a stupor for your bathroom.
You keep your eyes lowered when you enter, not wanting to see the absolute carnage that was your body.
You stand under the cold spray of water, watching blood swirl around your feet and down the drain, when the door creaks open and you're overwhelmed with the scents of Eddie and Steve.
"Honey?" Eddie's voice is small and worried, and your lower lip trembles.
"Smoking in the shower was a bad idea." You choke out and Eddie slides the door open, plucking the wet cigarette out of your fingers and tossing it into the sink.
Eddie's hands grip yours tightly, holding onto you while you cry silently.
Steve moves closer and begins to gently wash your body. Fingers careful and slow, ensuring he wasn't putting any pressure on your slowly healing wounds. He peels your undies down your legs and tosses them into the sink along with the abandoned smoke.
"We've got you," Eddie murmurs, "we've got you, love."
Eddie holds onto you while Steve cleans you and when the water stops running with blood, they wrap themselves around you.
You sob into their chests and arms and they hold you through it until your breathing settles and you sway in their arms, your legs giving out on you and there's a knock at the door.
"We're comin', hang on" Eddie calls.
He gently passes you to Steve and steps out of the shower, reaching around the two of you to turn off the water. Steve lifts you easily, cradling you to his chest and hums when Eddie places a towel over your form, tucking it around you carefully to ensure you were covered.
You close your eyes and listen to Steve's heartbeat, strong and there, against your cheek. Eddie's voice soothes you as he talks to Hopper, your pain easing the longer they're with you.
"Hop, just give her a minute," Eddie's saying as he follows Steve to your room.
"It's been nearly an hour, Munson" Hopper sighs, "I need to know what happened and make sure nothing's going to cause problems."
Eddie turns and glares at him.
"No. It can wait until we've dressed her wounds and she's got clothes on" He snaps, shutting the door in Hoppers face.
You hear Hopper sigh and mutter about damn stubborn kids before retreating back to the living room with the others.
Steve sits you down on the edge of your bed, carefully patting you dry with the towel. He's so gentle with you and your heart shatters, tears welling, and you're not sure what you did to deserve it.
Eddie sits on the bed, angled behind you and begins to inspect your back, inhaling sharply.
"Shit"
You don't notice the desperate look he sends Steve but you feel Steve moving and his quick intake of breath.
A hand cups your cheek and it takes everything in you to pry open your eyes. Steve's face is an open book for his concern, worry written plain for you to see.
"Bug, we- your. Your back is healing which is great, but there's some. Most of the wounds have knitted back together right? But there's some skin that's - we might need to cut it off"
His voice is wavering but soft, his thumb strokes your cheek as he talks. Your mind is numb and you trust him and Eddie so you nod.
Steve's eyes are warm and filled with love and you watch him as Eddie begins cleaning up your back. Steve and Eddie murmur to you, soft nothings that wash over you and settles your brain into a mindless buzzing.
"All done, Baby" Eddie murmurs as he finishes wrapping your torso with bandages, tying it off and tucking the excess.
You glance over your shoulder and wish you hadn't. Eddie had placed an old towel behind you and it was covered in scraps of your flesh and bloody bandages.
"Here" Steve's hands gently lift your calf and you feel the soft fabric of your pants slide against your skin. They work quickly to dress you in loose comfortable clothes and clean up the mess.
"You okay to talk to Hopper?" Eddie asks, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.
"Just him, please" Your whisper, eyes on the floor. Shame fills you as you remember your actions, what you did. Your head falls and you cover your face with your hands.
You don't hear Eddie and Steve leaving, or Hopper entering the room, and you startle when a hand comes to rest on your shoulder. Your head snaps up and your heart leaps into your throat before you realize you're still safe, that Hopper wouldn't hurt you.
"You alright, kid?"
His voice is gruff and your face falls, tears welling in your eyes and you can't stop your body from shaking. You shake your head 'no' and Hopper's arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
"What happened?"
His voice held no judgement and you took a deep breath, pulling away from him and sitting up as straight as you could with your injuries.
"Did the others tell you everything I've told them?" You ask, not really wanting to talk about your entire life story right now and he nods, "Okay. Okay. They found me, knew where I'd been for a while I guess, took me to the old steelworks."
You absentmindedly rub at the healing burns that wrap around your wrists and forearms as you speak, feeling the raised skin under your fingertips.
"They're dead, Hop" You admit quietly, "They killed my parents and now they're dead."
"Tell me what happened" He matches your volume, keeping his voice soft.
You do, you tell him everything that had happened over the past few days, from the moment they busted down your door to stumbling back home covered in your own blood, and he listens until you're stumbling over your words and falling silent.
He sighs deeply, hand coming back to rest on your shoulder.
"Kid, listen to me" He leans forward and catches your eye, "It was them or you, alright? Like you said, they would have killed you and you ain't gotta feel guilty for doing what you had to to survive."
Hopper pauses, waiting for you to acknowledge his words with a small nod.
"Alright. Now, I don't want you to worry about this, I'll take care of the steelworks. You just stay here and heal, let those boys take care of you, okay? I'll take care of it."
You nod again and relief floods through you, making your body sag. Hopper pats your arm and grunts as he wanders out of the room. You lay down, knowing that Steve and Eddie would make their way back to you soon. Your eyes slip closed and you feel your exhaustion slam into you like a truck.
When they'd arrived to your front door kicked in and the coffee table knocked over, it took every ounce of self control to not freak out. Eddie carefully stepped through your living room, calling your name and Steve was reaching for the phone - intent on calling for Hopper because he knew what this meant and he needed help.
He's not surprised when the kids show up not too long after the phone call, El's guilty face greeting his.
"I heard you and Dad talking" She says softly, "We want to help, he'll be here soon."
Sure enough, Steve spots the cruiser pulling up behind his own car and he just sighs and lets them in. Eddie's sitting on the couch, knee bouncing rapidly as he chews on his thumbnail. Steve meets his eyes and see's his own fear reflected back at him.
Steve sits heavily on the couch beside him and hooks his fingers with Eddies, leans on him in a quiet show of support.
"Alright, what's the emergency?" Hopper asks, frowning at the gathered group.
Steve takes a deep breath, squeezes Eddie's fingers, and talks. He tells Hopper everything you had told them months ago, about the hunters, how you'd warned them of what they could do, and how they'd come over to the front door kicked in and you missing.
The kids take over once he finishes, explaining their experiments to test your abilities and ideas on what to do to find you, making Hopper pinch the bridge of his nose before growling at them all to be quiet.
There's not much they can do, besides driving around town and looking for places that you might have been taken. Hopper instructs the kids to go home, not do anything stupid, that he'd look into it and ushered everyone out.
Eddie's eyes are glassy and his lashes clumped together with tears, his lower lip trembled and Steve felt his heart break in his chest.
Steve cups his head and wraps his other arm around Eddie, cradling him in his arms and he feels his own tears wetting his cheeks.
"Can't loose her again" Eddie's voice trembles, wet and broken, "Stevie, I can't- we can't loose her. Not again, we just got her back."
"I know, honey" He murmurs into Eddie's hair, "She'll come back to us."
They cling to each other for a few moments before Eddie pulls away, wiping at his eyes and sniffing.
"We need to go find her" He says, standing and pulling at Steve's hands.
They drive for hours, Eddie practically hanging out the window like it could help him see better, with no luck. They stumble back into your home in the early hours of the morning, collapsing into your bed with aching hearts.
The following days pass in much the same manner, driving around town trying to find you and collapsing in bed together - wrapped around each other with clinging hands.
The group gathers again, Hopper bringing Joyce into the fold and updates everyone with what he's found - a couple of new face's had been seen around town but there wasn't many more leads when the door creaks open and you stumble in, looking like you'd stepped in a shower of blood.
You were practically naked, skin cut open and torn all over, and you take one of Joyce's smokes and mutter about a shower and limp down the hall.
Steve and Eddie shoot up and follow you, acid rising up the back of their throats as they take in the mess that was your back. They hold you as you sob and clean you, Eddie nearly throws up when he gets a better look at your back.
His hands shake as he lays out a towel behind you and puts on a pair of gloves. He dry heaves as picks up a pair of scissors taken from your first aid kit, and gently lifts a piece of skin that was hanging off you and begins to cut.
You looked like you'd been shredded. Your back torn apart and knitted back together with bits of flesh hanging. Anger burns hot through his veins at the men who tore you apart like this and he clenches his jaw, not wanting to accidently hurt you.
By the time he's done, there's a small pile of your skin on the towel and he drops the scissors onto the mess - intending on throwing the whole lot out once he's done.
He continues to patch you up, wrapping you in gauze and bandages until every inch of the still healing wounds were dressed and covered.
It takes a while but he patches you up and helps Steve dress you and you talk to Hopper, and then everyone's gone again.
Steve's standing in the doorway to your room, watching you sleep when Eddie's arm encircle him and his chin rests on Steve's shoulder.
"Should we wake her? She'll need to eat" He murmurs, staring at you unblinkingly.
"Let her rest for a bit," Steve whispers back, stepping towards you and pulling Eddie along with him.
They gently climb into bed with you, putting you securely between them. Steve's arms wrap around you and Eddie, who tangles his legs with yours. You snuffle, snuggling deeper into their embrace.
Eddie and Steve quietly hold you and each other while you sleep, taking comfort in your soft breathing. They lay there for hours, watching you, watching the wounds still visible close and fade into light scars, until you sniff - nose scrunching and a soft groan slips from your lips.
"Baby?" Steve whispers and your eyes open, flickering between them.
"Stevie" You answer, just as quiet, "Eds"
"God, Honey" Eddie breathes out, "no more disappearing okay?"
"Yeah, I think I can do that"
Your lips twitch into a small smile and Eddie's chest grows three sizes and he's leaning closer, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss. You make a little noise of surprise before pressing back into the kiss, your hand sliding up Eddie's arm and tangling in his hair.
Eddie presses a couple of quick pecks against you before pulling away and Steve's hand is cupping your cheek and then he's kissing you. He's not as soft as Eddie, kissing deeper and messier.
He pulls away when your stomach growls loud enough to hear and you groan.
"'m so hungry" You mutter, realizing just how long it's been since you ate last and how much energy you were burning through while healing.
Eddie springs up from the bed, gathering you up and wrapping his hand around Steve's.
"Should we order in or cook?" Eddie asks as he leads you and Steve to the kitchen, "what do you want, Baby?"
"Don't care, Eds" You say, peering into the fridge.
"How about you two go relax and I'll put something together for us?" Steve offers, soft smile gracing his face and Eddie smiles back before pressing a kiss against Steve's lips and pulls you to the couch.
You practically climb into Eddie's lap, almost purring in contentment when he wraps his arms around you and holds you tightly. You let your eyes slip closed and press your nose against Eddie's neck, breathing him in and listening to Steve in the kitchen.
You relax, the sounds and smells of your boys filling you with a complete sense of safety and home that you feel yourself going limp, your heart slowing, matching Steve's and Eddies.
Steve's hand gently strokes your arm and you lift your head, eyes half closed and feeling a little drunk from Eddie's scent. He sits flush beside Eddie and you slide over to his lap, wanting to bury your face in his neck and drink him in as well but you're stopped with gentle but firm hands on your waist.
"You gotta eat first, Bug" Steve tells you, voice fond and warm and you want nothing more than to just crawl into them and live there forever.
You look at the food and realising just how hungry you were, you practically inhaling the food much to the boys' amusement. Steve rubs your back, hand warm against your newly healed skin.
"Still hungry?" He asks, already slipping you back to Eddie's lap and moving back to the kitchen to fetch more food for you.
"Need lots of food" You mutter around a mouthful, "takes a lot to heal like this"
"I'm going to order something" Eddie states, sliding out from under you and joining Steve in the kitchen.
You're not really sure how much exactly you eat but you watch your boys faces go from amusement to incredulous, their eyebrows creeping higher the more you eat. You sigh and lean back into the couch, hand patting your stomach.
"Alright, I feel better"
Eddie laughs and you feel your lips curling into a smile and Steve kisses your temple, murmuring a quiet 'good' against your skin.
"I- You don't have to worry about this happening again" You admit, knowing they would want answers but not pressuring you into talking before you were ready, "They're um, I. They're dead."
Eddie takes your hand and Steve holds your thigh, their touches grounding you and you nod.
"Yeah, I. I don't think I'll have to worry about hunters again"
"Are they the only ones?" Steve asks quietly, not wanting to upset you.
"Probably not" You concede, "but they were the only ones who seemed intent on y'know, hunting I guess. I've never heard of any issues with any other groups."
"Either way," Eddie starts, squeezing your hand, "we'll be with you."
"Hmm, yeah." Steve agrees, "we're not letting you out of our sight ever again, Bug."
Something settles inside you and you're overwhelmed with how much you love them, how much you feel like you belong with them. You feel your wolf simmering under your skin and you know you'd need to shift in the next day or two after so violently suppressing the change over the past few days.
Your knee starts to bounce without you noticing and Steve gently holds it.
"You okay, honey?"
"Yeah. I just-" You don't finish your sentence, feeling like you had ants crawling under your skin and memories of the hunters voices flash through your mind, "I. It's a lot, I don't know."
"Do, would changing help?" Eddie asks, resting his cheek against your shoulder.
"Yeah, I think so," you admit, "everything's always simpler when I'm a wolf. Easier."
"Then, let's go downstairs, yeah?"
"Wait-" Eddie's voice stops you in your tracks before you reach the basement door. He starts rushing around the room, collecting pillows and blankets and snacks until his arms are full and he can barely see over his load.
"Might as well make it cosy," He says, voice muffled behind a pillow. Steve laughs softly and pulls a few items from him, helping carry the items.
Your stomach flutters at their easy acceptance, and you knew that you'd never love anyone the way you love these two. Completely and all consuming. They were a balm to all your agonies and a light in the dark.
Your throat closes up, chest tight with the weight of your emotions.
They worked together to create a little nest of blankets and pillows while you strip, letting the change take over and its the first time in a very long time that the shift doesn't have you screaming in pain.
You shake out your fur and huff, trotting over to your boys and sticking your nose into Steve's neck, making him yelp and Eddie laugh.
You wait for them to sit, curled into each other before you wrap your large form around them and settle in for the night.
Your mind and body settles, and the only thing that runs through your thoughts was home love mine home safe home home home.
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midnight-shadow-cafe · 2 months ago
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Soft Hearts, Healing Hands
Pairing: Steddie X Female!Reader
Warnings: fluff, bit of angst, reader is on their period and having a rough day, lashing out
Authors Note: I hope you enjoy! I haven’t written for steddie in a bit so here we go!
Word Count: 1.2k
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You had known the day would be rough from the moment you stepped into work. The phone had been ringing off the hook since you’d clocked in, and every customer seemed to have a complaint that could only be “solved” by raising their voice. Your boss was no better, throwing task after task at you with hardly a word of thanks. To top it all off, you’d felt the dreaded cramps creeping in around lunchtime, and by the end of your shift, the pain was a full-blown ache in your lower back and abdomen. Exhausted, sore, and overwhelmed, you drove home hoping for a quiet evening, but your mood was at an all-time low. Exhausted, sore, and ready to collapse, you finally drove home, hoping for a quiet night with your boys.
Pulling into the driveway, you let out a long breath, taking a moment to compose yourself before going inside. But the second you opened the door, you were greeted by the warm scent of food and the soft glow of candlelight, illuminating the living room in a cozy glow. Blinking in surprise, you saw Steve and Eddie waiting by the dinner table, both wearing eager, excited smiles.
“Hey, babe!” Steve called, hurrying over to greet you with open arms. “We made dinner for you!”
Eddie grinned, gesturing at the beautifully set table. “Yeah, we have a whole night planned out—just for you.”
Their enthusiasm, while sweet, hit you at the wrong moment. Already on edge, you struggled to keep calm, but their hopeful faces only added to the weight you’d been carrying all day. You could feel the ache in your body intensifying as Steve started listing out their evening plans, each suggestion a reminder of how desperately you just wanted peace and quiet. Your heart softened at their thoughtfulness, but exhaustion quickly swallowed any relief. The cramps throbbed sharply, a reminder that all you really wanted was to collapse somewhere and rest, not to engage in cheerful plans. They were still talking, detailing each part of the night with hopeful excitement, and it was all too much.
“Can we not do this right now?” you snapped, your voice coming out sharper than you meant. “I just had the worst day, and I can’t… I just can’t deal with all of this.”
Their faces fell, the joy in their expressions replaced with hurt and confusion. Steve’s shoulders slumped slightly, and Eddie’s smile faded. You could see the flicker of disappointment in their eyes, and guilt rushed in, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. They’d put so much effort into making the night special, and here you were, lashing out at them. They had gone to so much effort to make the night special, and here you were, taking out all your frustration on them. You swallowed hard, feeling a tear slip down your cheek as you took a shaky breath.
A knot of regret formed in your chest, and you took a deep breath, forcing yourself to meet their gazes. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, swallowing back tears. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’ve just… today’s been hell.”
Steve stepped forward, worry etched into his face. “What happened?”
You sighed, rubbing at your temples as you gathered your thoughts. “It’s just been one thing after another. Work was crazy — nonstop calls, angry customers, and my boss breathing down my neck. And then… I got my period today. My back is killing me, my stomach hurts… I just feel like a mess.”
The frustration and exhaustion finally came spilling out, and you felt yourself choke up. “And you two were just trying to do something sweet, and I ruined it,” you added, a tear slipping down your cheek.
Steve’s expression softened, and he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. “You don’t have to apologize,” he murmured, his hands rubbing soothing circles along your back. “Sounds like you’ve had a terrible day. Come on, let us take care of you. No more plans, just whatever you need, alright?”
Eddie came up beside you, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “You’ve been holding all that in, haven’t you?” he asked softly. “You don’t have to. We’re here to help.”
Letting them guide you, you moved to the table, and Eddie pulled out a chair for you. Steve poured a glass of water and set it beside a plate piled with comforting food. They both sat with you, watching carefully, each of them making sure you didn’t have to lift a finger. Their kindness, the comfort in their actions, slowly began to ease the tightness in your chest.
Eddie reached across the table, squeezing your hand gently. “Here, take these,” he said, handing you some pain relievers. “They should help with the cramps.”
Dinner turned into a quiet, intimate meal. The boys shared lighthearted stories about their day, coaxing a few smiles and chuckles from you, their gentle voices filling the room with a comforting warmth. Slowly, the weight of your day seemed to dissolve, your body relaxing bit by bit.
Once you were done eating, Steve took your hand, leading you to the couch. He wrapped you in a soft blanket, while Eddie placed a warm heating pad over your abdomen. The soothing heat helped ease the cramps, and you let out a long, relieved sigh, sinking into the cushions.
“Movie time,” Eddie announced with a gentle smile, clicking on your favorite film. He sat down beside you, pulling you close, while Steve took his place on the other side, draping his arm over your shoulders.
“Are you comfortable? Need anything else?” Steve asked, his voice soft and warm.
You shook your head, feeling a rush of gratitude. “Just stay here,” you whispered, leaning into him, savoring the warmth of his embrace.
“We’re not going anywhere,” Eddie promised, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Throughout the movie, they took turns checking on you. Eddie adjusted the heating pad when it slipped, brought you water, and occasionally ran his fingers along your arm. Steve traced gentle patterns through your hair, his steady, calming presence lulling you into a peaceful state. The cramps and the aches, though still there, felt more bearable with them by your side.
When the movie ended, they led you to bed, each of them curling up on either side of you. They nestled close, wrapping you in warmth and security, their gentle breathing steady and reassuring. But even with their comforting presence, a flicker of guilt lingered in your heart.
“I’m really sorry for snapping earlier,” you murmured, voice barely audible. “I was a mess, and you two didn’t deserve that.”
Steve’s hand found yours, his voice gentle but firm. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize. We all have rough days. We get it.”
Eddie leaned in, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Honestly, if either of us were dealing with what you’re dealing with — that kind of pain and a day from hell? We’d probably have snapped a lot sooner.”
Their understanding made your heart swell, and Steve brushed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’re just glad you’re letting us take care of you. You deserve this.”
Nestled between them, you finally felt all the day’s pain and frustration slip away. Safe, warm, and wrapped in their love, you closed your eyes, letting go of the day’s weight. With their steady breathing lulling you into peace, you drifted off, knowing they’d always be there to hold you through the tough days.
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baabydoll212 · 3 months ago
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thinking about steve and eddie and your halloween costumes for this year.
steve would most certainly be a cow boy. a pair of tight fitting blue denim shorts, ones that were clearly showing off the skin on his behind, a small vest dark brown coloured with a golden fake plastic badge pinned to his right peck. the brown leather cowboy hat that sat on his head had both you and eddie watching him all night long. his leather cowboy boots sitting high on his calf’s against his freshly shaven legs.
you would wear something like your old cheerleading costume or sports kit, your cheek having a fake scar drawn down it. small amounts of fake blood splattered over your skirt or shorts. a pair of trainers on your feet. hair either tugged up into two pony tails matched with bows or spiked up dramatically. a bite mark on your neck to mimic two sharp teeth holes drip either fake blood.
and eddie well he was dressed as a pirate, a thick pair of cargos on, a chunky belt, with a fake plastic belt buckle, his hair left down lose and curly, some of the curls braided into small parts. a black hat sits on his head, a white shirt which was most undone releasing his tattoos on his chest, he carries around a fake plastic hook and a matching eye patch which he had gotten sick of blocking his view.
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smolkiwi98 · 2 years ago
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WARNING!! Mentions of orgasms, fingering, steddie x reader, smut, "orgasm control", um I believe that's it. MINORS GO AWAY
Not proofread sorry if there are errors.
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"Come on, Princess." Eddie said with that charming smile "Its something new to try." Steve said joining in. You were sitting on the couch watching some random show when your two boys approached you with an idea that just sounded insane, but it did peak your curiosity. You let out a little sigh "So you two want to try and train me to cum on command?" You asked, looking at them back and forth. They nodded "But…we would have to say a certain word in a certain tone of voice." Steve said which made you raise an eyebrow "...okay. Fine. We can try it." You said with a smile. 
Since that day the boys have been trying different words and tones to try and get you to feel some kind of way. They've played with you, fucked you, just to see if you have different reactions and different ways you can cum. Steve loved to try this while at home, while you were trying to do every day tasks, folding laundry, making the bed, doing the dishes, anything. Eddie on the other hand loved to test this in public. In the store? He's whispering in your ear. In a restaurant? At the hideout…you name it! 
It took almost a month for this work. The boys were about to give and so were you, the three of you just thought it wasn't going to work…but one night at the Hideout after one of Eddie's shows it happened. Steve was standing behind you hands on your hips while the two of you watched your boyfriend having the time of his life on that stage. After the show you all made your way to the bar and this time you were leaning against the bar with Steve and Eddie on either side of you, their arms caging you in so nothing would happen to you. Steve was in the middle of ordering some beers when Eddie leaned in to talk in your ear since the music was a little loud, "How'd I do?" He asked with a goofy smile. You looked at him smiling "You were fantastic!" Eddie's smile slowly faded and he leaned back in to your ear "Ya know…you looked pretty hot down in the crowd, Babygirl." His voice was deep, raspy, and it shot shivers down your spine. You could feel your legs get weak, your thighs clinched together, and you squeezed your eyes shut. Eddie watched with wide eyes and smirked when he heard a small whimper escape your lips. 
It finally happened. He was able to make you cum by a simple nickname in a certain tone. You let out small heavy breaths and leaned into him, his arm wrapping around you to keep you up. He was looking down at you and kissing your head. Steve turned to face the two of you, beers in hand, and a very confused face. "What happened?" He asked worried. You looked tired…like you were going to pass out any minute, "Do we need to go? I think we should go, she doesn't look too go-" "Steve!" Eddie interrupted him "It worked!" He said in a cocky voice. Steve raised an eyebrow "What worked?" Eddie rolled his eyes and kept his hold on you "The thing we've been working on worked!" Steve was about to question him again until it clicked. His eyes got big "I missed it!?" He said, sounding disappointed. You rolled your eyes and let out a small sigh "I would actually like to go home. I want to shower." You said in a small voice, but they were able to hear you. 
~ 2 weeks later ~ 
Eddie was at work at the auto shop leaving you and Steve home alone. You both wanted to relax today, but sadly it was Sunday…which was the day you picked to clean. It's laundry day, deep clean the kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, really everywhere! You've been up since 8:30 in the morning and started your cleaning downstairs so Steve could sleep in. It was now noon and Steve was trying to get you to take a break and snuggle with him, but you had so much to do and wanted to get it done. 
You were in the kitchen sweeping the floor when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you "Please take a break." He said softly in your ear, "I gotta clean, Stevie." You said leaning back into him. Steve left little kisses on your neck making goosebumps run up your arms "Come on, Babygirl." Once again your legs felt weak, your thighs clinched together, and you were home so your head fell back to rest on his shoulder as you let little moans escape your lips. You could feel Steve's smirk, "I think you need a break." He said keeping that deep tone and helping you to the living room. 
After that little act you were feeling needy. You needed Steve, you needed Eddie, you needed both or one of them! You were on the couch and started to squirm a little in your spot "You doin okay, Princess?" Steve questioned looking at you. You've never felt this needy before "I um…ne-need you." You said shyly. Steve knew exactly what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it, "What do you need?" A deep blush grew on your cheeks "I need you to-touch me. Please!" Steve smiled and slid his hand down slowly to your pussy "Only because you asked so nicely." He said as one of fingers started to rub you on the outside of your little yoga short making your hips buck up in his hand a little bit. You whined…you needed more, "Steve please." You said breathlessly. Without a word Steve moved his back up and then down your shorts, "Oh? No panties?" He asked as his middle and ring fingers worked little circles on your clit. You couldn't answer. You just gripped onto the couch. You were surprised that you were still so sensitive and your second orgasm was building up quickly…and Steve could tell. He nibbled on his bottom lip and started to go a little faster until you were a shaky little mess next to him. He worked you through your high and kissed your head, cheek, and lips letting you know he was right there. The two of you stopped momentarily when you heard someone clear their throat.
"So…you two weren't going to wait until I got home?" Eddie said with a raised eyebrow. 
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lokis-army-77 · 10 months ago
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After months of struggling to write, I will have a fic out tomorrow 😉
So stay tuned for the Steve x Reader x college roomate!Eddie
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