#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington

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31. “Body Electric”

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

꒰Cucking + Breeding Kink꒱ - 1.9k

• unprotected sex, cuck!eddie, teasing, consent checking/color system, cream pie, somewhat feral Steve?

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If someone had told Eddie a year ago that Steve Harrington was fucking his girlfriend in front of him with his consent, he would have laughed in their fucking face. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they weren’t exactly friends.

The two were never super close, but they trusted each other. There was no way around trusting each other after being forced together in a group to save the world, or whatever. A year later and they still had somewhat limited contact. Having so many mutual friends now left them seeing each other more and more.

Apparently the trust went deeper than Eddie was consciously aware, because when thinking of a guy to sleep with you for Eddie to watch, you both ultimately landed on Steve. The two of you were always up for trying new things, so when Eddie proposed him being cucked you didn’t shoot down the idea.

You were intrigued to say the least and you were both aware of how Steve looked at you. He was no homewrecker, always keeping a safe distance, but when Eddie called him to ask if he wanted to sleep with you? At first he laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a cruel joke, but when that notion was cleared he had immediately said yes.

You were smart, hot, and he got to fuck you in front of Eddie, a perfect deal. Steve had no qualms with Eddie, but he did love the idea of cucking him. Of course Eddie set ground rules, the biggest one being not doing anything you wouldn’t like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasn’t the one fucking you.

Steve groaned at it, but agreed when Eddie threatened to find somebody else. Truthfully, there was no one else he could think of, but it didn’t hurt to make Steve sweat a bit. Day of, you restlessly sat on the bed while Eddie welcomed Steve into his trailer. Your legs dangled off the side of the mattress, feet dragging over the worn carpet to settle your nerves.

A creak came from the ground and you perked up, head lifting to see Eddie with Steve standing behind him. Your eyes bounced between them, Eddie being the first to walk over to you. “You’re sure you want this, right?” You murmured an “uh huh”, chin in between Eddie’s ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips. 

Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. “Okay. Anytime you want to back out,” he whispered against your lips. “I say red,” you finished, giggling against his lips as you repeated what he had said multiple times. Eddie pulled back, cupping your cheek to shake your head from side to side.

“Don’t be a brat when I’m about to let Stevie fuck you.” The reaction to the name was instantaneous, both you and Steve groaning at it. Eddie chuckled, pecking your lips quickly before backing up to sit on a chair he had set near the corner of his room. Steve took his cue, entering the small room. “Eager?” He smirked at Eddie already being prepared, getting flipped off in response.

However, Steve was not easily deterred, making his way to stand between your legs. “This okay?” He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, “Kiss me already.” Steve chuckled. “Bossy? We’ll fix that.” And god, you didn’t know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy. 

The first half was very tender. It was a clear change of pace from how you and Eddie usually ripped each other's clothes off of each other. Steve liked to build up suspense, treating you like you were made of glass. He had slipped each piece of clothing off until you were watching with rapt attention as he finally took his own clothes off.

You sighed, hands hovering before you touched his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be so hairy,” you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldn’t help but be proud, unable to see Eddie’s pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steve’s hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs. 

He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. “Are you ready?” Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. “Ah, ah, not him. I asked you.” Steve’s thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Yes.”

He grinned, hands sliding down to grab your thighs, lifting them to press to your chest. Steve slid his arm to the backs of your knees, keeping them up. His other hand traced over your mound to slide down between your folds. “So wet already,” he mused. “Is she always this wet, Eddie?” Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you. 

“Yeah, she is.” Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasn’t about him though. While you were too preoccupied with Steve thrusting two fingers into your pretty pussy, he would know if he jerked off. This was about you. Eddie wouldn’t receive any pleasure and yes that’s what he wanted, but it didn’t make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steve’s voice.

“I think she’s loose enough,” Steve commented, looking down at you. “You think you’re ready to take me, honey?” You nodded, cunt drooling over Steve’s sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. “Words, sweetheart.” “Yeah, yes, please, Steve.” He smirked, grabbing his painfully hard cock, letting your legs settle back to a more natural position. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, swallowing when you saw the girth of his length. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”

You looked up at Steve, relaxing back at his words; Eddie relaxing the moment he saw you sink into his bed. His dark eyes were trained on the two of you, watching Steve press into you. Eddie’s heart thumped precariously as he waited to see your reaction. Your face was scrunched up, but you were still breathing steadily, taking it perfectly.

Steve pressed his hand to the side of your head, breathing in deeply. “Knew you could do it.” Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at his pleased expression. He was everywhere, at least you felt like he was. The burn of the stretch began to taper off, faster now that his thumb was playing with your clit. He felt your ridged walls contract and he chuckled. “Good?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed in a breathy voice, eyes sliding shut again as you tilted your head back. Slow and soft is once again how it started off. Deep thrusts brushed against all the spots your fingers couldn’t reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.

It wasn’t until you heard Eddie’s groan, opening your eyes to look at him, did you notice how your view was unsteady, shaken by each pound. Steve drove back into you repeatedly, unashamed moans spilling from his lips. You hiccuped, chest rising before falling when you cried out. “Shit, Steve,” you groaned, head turning back to him.

His perfect hair was a mess, loose strands curling on his forehead and bouncing with his movements. Steve flicked his eyes up to watch your face, irises eclipsed by lustful pupils. “Yeah?” He grunted. “So beautiful. You’re so…beautiful.” He blew out the air from his lungs, leaning against your body now.

Ducking his head, he wrapped his lips around one of your soft nipples, sucking on it. It was enough for him to whine, tongue laving over it as he raised and lowered his head as if he was trying to manually make it harden. Steve’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot, eyes glancing up at you as you gave a strangled moan.

He smirked around your tit, popping off to bend over you. Steve’s chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. “Steve, Steve, oh…Eddie!” Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldn’t help but moan your boyfriends name. Steve’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair. 

He shot Eddie a look as if to say ‘stay seated.’ and some other unmentioned choice words. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking back down at you as he grew close to finishing. Eddie caught on to what he was planning, glaring immediately. 

“Steve,” Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, “I know, I know.” he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. “He’s being mean right?” Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didn’t know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.

“You want it, want my cum…but what Eddie says goes, honey.” The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didn’t want. “Eddie please,” you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. “Babe..” he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. “Please, please, please,” you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.

“You should give her what she wants.” Steve hummed, bouncing your ass off his hips as he continued thrusting within you, teetering on the edge. It was a dangerous game, though, it was one that paid off. “Go ahead,” Eddie conceded. Steve’s lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.

Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so full…let you swell with ��em.” Eddie’s eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steve’s cock.

Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. “Oh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.” he laughed, hips stuttering as he tapered off into a groan. His balls tightened, slapping once more against you before he stilled for a second. “Yes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.” Steve’s hot spurts of cum filled you up as you shook at the feeling.

Eddie licked his teeth with a laser focus on you as you seemed to fight to cum. Steve’s fingers found your clit, pinching it to send you spiraling. White hot stars bloomed beneath your eyelids as you came, back arching against Steve. Steve chuckled breathlessly, looking back at Eddie.

His hips resumed, grinding forward to push his cum deeper into your cunt. Eddie’s unamused expression came back as he spoke up, “That’s enough.” Steve pants, nodding compliantly as he slowly came back down to earth. His palms rubbed at your hips, hissing as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy.

You tensed at the feeling, his cum seeping out onto Eddie's comforter. You didn’t want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.

Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. “Are you okay, honey?” In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. “So good.”

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐『••✎••』

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘌𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯/𝘍𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.1 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞

The cookie smell wafted welcomingly into her nose as she pulls open the oven door, The chocolate chips were plentiful, and she could see it was hot enough that it would practically melt over your tastebuds. She smiles, slipping on an oven mitt before taking the pan out.

What was supposed to be a day of tears and emotional eating turned into a productive day of baking and dressing herself nicer than she even had for school, and that was because she had tried to dress to impress Eddie. The thought saddened her a little, but she remembered Steve and the night he had planned for them and it didn’t hurt so much anymore.

While the cookies cooled, she removed her apron and went to grab some tupperware to fit it in before she pulled the phone off the receiver and dialed. It rang for just a minute before someone picked up.

It was the typical pizza joint greeting until, “this is Gareth, what can I get started for you today?”

Her mouth ran dry and she suddenly lost the ability to speak. Gareth was there when Eddie had started talking about her and much like the other Hellfire club members aside from Dustin and Mike, he didn’t jump to her defense. Would he recognize her voice? How embarrassing would that be? Should she just play stupid?

“Hel-” She quickly slams the receiver back down and picks it up, dialing a different number.

“Harrington residence!” Steve sings.

“I need to know if this is progress or not,” she starts, twirling the cord between her fingers. “Say Eddie’s friend works at the only pizza place Hawkins has, is hanging up before saying anything a good or bad thing?”

“Well, it’s not great,” Steve said. “But A for effort, love, no worries! You’ll get better. Comes with time, everything is still a little fresh, I mean it happened just today at lunch.”

She nods in agreement, glad she once again turned to Steve with this.

“Man, does this mean I’m not getting my Sausage Lovers’ Pizza?” he complains jokingly.

“In short of you making the call and requesting only non-Hellfire Club members deliver it, probably not,” she says, stretching the phone as far as it could go so she could start carefully placing the cookies into the tupperware, still hot and soft in her hands.

“I can make it happen, just get over here already,” Steve groans.

“Okay, okay, I’ll only be a minute. See you there,” she huffs, hanging up the phone and placing the plastic top onto the container. With her cookies safe and secure, she turns off the oven and gives her kitchen a once over before retrieving her car keys and leaving.

The night was still very young, the sun hadn’t even disappeared yet, painting Hawkins in a heavenly orange glow. Her car was in its typical place parked at the far end of her lawn. She opens the door and places the cookies down before hoisting herself up into the driver’s seat.

Pulling out of her drive, she takes the familiar route to Steve’s home, one hand on the wheel and the other keeping the tupperware steady.

Things tonight were going pretty good thus far. She’d been trying to keep her mind off of Eddie and all the awful things he’d said at lunch, knowing if she’d dwell on it it’d just make her feel worse. She didn’t wanna focus on that, she wanted to think about the night ahead of her that she’d get to spend with one of her best friends. Eating junk food and watching all the silly movies he liked. That sounded a great deal better.

Her old car sputtered and coughed as she ascended the lean hill that led up to Steve’s house, still perched at the top with the same intimidating hedges, walls, and the glow of his swimming pool he still neglected to properly take care of. Even still, it’s a welcoming sight.

She parks off the driveway, not wanting to block him or his parents from coming in and out, switching off the car and taking the container of cookies up towards the front doors.

She doesn’t get the chance to knock before Steve opens it, grinning down at her.

“My, my, my, what brings you here?” he asks.

“You gonna invite me in or let me freeze on your doorstep?” she sniggers. He clears his throat and holds his hand out expectantly. Rolling her eyes, she shoves the container into his chest and pushes past him. 

“I was actually offering you a hand inside, jerk!” he calls over his shoulder. He shuts the door and follows her into the living room where the fire was already going and he had the movie paused on the TV. Blankets were piled haphazardly on the cushions along with two pillows from his bed from upstairs and the coffee table was pulled suspiciously closer. She can’t help but smile. He knew her legs couldn’t stretch as far as his to reach it, so he’d adjusted it without telling her. 

“Wow, you really go all out for a casual movie night with your friend,” she says, turning back to him. He blushes in embarrassment, but he still smiles. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, Steve, honestly.”

“Give me a break, I needed the reason to strip my bed. Bed bugs,” he says dramatically, lifting the comforter and holding it threateningly towards her. She yelps and jumps out of the way. He starts laughing. “No, but...look, I wanted you to forget everything that happened earlier today. Show you how you should be treated, even if it’s just by little ‘ol me.” 

Her heart swelled. “Thank you.” 

He shakes his head as if to tell her not to worry about it. He takes the cookie container and places it on the coffee table, walking around and flicking the light switches so the only thing keeping their faces illuminated was his abnormally big television screen his father swung for two Christmases ago. 

“The pizza should be here any minute,” he says conversationally as he goes to finally sit on the couch. He pats the spot beside him invitingly. “I don’t wanna have to pause the movie again, so pop a squat and entertain me for a little, would ya?” 

She nods and goes to sit down, instantly raveling herself up in his comforter. It smelled like him, and she was sure if she accidentally nodded off she’d get a mouthful of Steve Harrington’s glorious hairs plucked off his head from tossing and turning throughout the night.

“What movies you gonna burden me with tonight?”

“Bold talk for someone who didn’t have a hand in sneaking them out under Keith’s careful watch with those nifty security cameras he’s got installed.” Steve said. “Nothin’ special, though. Figured I’d appeal to your frilly girly senses, managed to snag Sixteen Candles and Footloose. But, just to clear my eyes at the end, I also nabbed Gremlins.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey, I gave you Molly Ringwald and Kevin Bacon, gimme a little leeway.”

“Fair enough.” 

Steve pats her head, turning so she’d face him. “How you feeling?”

“Fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” she says defensively. He shakes his head, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and sneakily sliding his hand over her shoulders to tug her into his side. She doesn’t reject the contact. The closeness actually felt a little nice. He smelled like the video store. That was a strange thing to say, but Family Video did have a pretty distinctive aroma. 

“He’s a dick,” Steve said again. “He doesn’t know great you are. And once he realizes it’s gonna be too late. You’re not boring, otherwise I wouldn’t have you here with me. Understand?” She nods and he kisses the crown of her head. “Stop getting mad over people who don’t have any kind of control over your life, alright? Especially not Eddie Munson.”

“Hard not to. God, it just sounds so pathetic. I want someone to be crazy for me, to want to constantly talk to me or think about me or wondering what I’m doing. And...I really wanted it to be Eddie for some reason. And there’s always wishful thinking, you know? Like you just hope and that’s enough because there’s just certain things you don’t wanna find out. And then...I did. I looked behind the curtain,” she rambled. 

Steve doesn’t seem to know what to say to that. Really, she didn’t even know if she wanted him to add his two cents. That was just her flaunting her wounds like she was best at. Unfortunately for Steve, he was really easy to unload on because she knew he’d still be there after. It’s what made him so great. 

“Is it narcissism? Or just loneliness?” 

“Being human,” Steve gives the hidden third answer. “I feel shitty that he made you feel shitty.” 

“Why?”

“Because you shouldn’t be feeling shitty at all. Of all people, you know?” Steve said with a shrug. “It just surprises me someone like him could do this to someone like you.”

“Someone like him?”

“Come on, don’t make me say it,” Steve scoffs. 

“Well no...you brought it up, Steve, just tell me.” 

“Well, Munson’s pretty...out there. I remember when I was in school, he’d just always be makin’ a complete fool of himself or he’d be mixing it up with the wrong crowds because he’s into that drug shit. He sold to me once, you know? But it was just weed.” Steve said. “When you told me you were seeing him I didn’t really believe it at first. That someone like him...could win over someone like you. It just didn’t make any sense. So the fact you’re taking this so hard, it’s...a little daunting.” 

She didn’t know how to take that. Steve was clearly telling her she was way out of Eddie’s league and his words shouldn’t be bringing her as far down as they were. But that thought kind of angered her. She didn’t believe in leagues. She supposed the idea of it was just the remnants of King Steve still clinging to his subconscious, that some people were capable of attracting some people and not others. Or however they worked. 

At the same time it was strangely comforting that he saw her this way, that...she was this unattainable being that someone like Eddie goddamn Munson could possibly think she was less than.

Before she could try to find the words to explain that to Steve, the doorbell rang. The pizza was here. 

“I’ll get it,” Steve says softly. 

For the rest of the night, they didn’t talk about Eddie again. She never got to tell him how she felt about his view on Eddie Munson and how he thought his words should(or, in her case, shouldn’t) affect her. Maybe that was a good thing. It seemed like whatever negative feeling about herself that she had, he had a way to counter it. 

Nevertheless, she did have a really good time. Steve had kept things relatively normal, he made her laugh, he dropped a piece of pizza on the couch and she had to watch while trying not to laugh as he furiously dabbed it with one of his mom’s good towels. 

He really did make her forget. Steve was a friend, a real friend to her tonight. 

By now they were lounging, back to cable TV as she was slowly being lulled to sleep by the repetitive commercials and their incessant ramblings as they tried to get bored housewives to buy their products. Then Steve’s phone rang, startling them both into sudden consciousness. 

“What the hell?” he grunts, stumbling to his feet. He was a little unsteady, having just been asleep. She reaches forward and stands him upright. 

He makes it to the phone and practically rips it off the receiver. 

“Harrington resi...” he trails off into a yawn. “Harrington residence....yeah....yeah, she’s here. Why? ...So? ....Relax, Henderson, I’ll just...Jesus.” He turns to her. “It’s for you!” 

Confused, she gets up. She grabs the phone from him. 

“Hello?” she says cautiously. 

“Jesus, there you are! You realize how hard you are to track down?” Dustin’s voice said, irritated. 

“Dustin? What’s the matter? Is everything okay?” she asks, worried. 

“Yes! Yeah, it’s just....I didn’t see you at lunch, you know? I got worried. I tried to call you as soon as I got out of Hellfire about an hour ago and you didn’t answer, so...kind of called around until I could get ahold of you,” Dustin said. 

Her heart swelled. This kid was a good one. 

“What’re you doing at Steve’s?” he asks. 

“Oh, um...Steve invited me to watch some movies and I fell asleep.” she said. That was technically the truth. She decided not to mention that the purpose of movie night was to help her forget Eddie’s cruel words. 

“Oh, really?” Dustin asked, suddenly sounding like he was grinning. “I didn’t know you and Steve liked to host movie nights without us.”

“I don’t follow,” she said. 

“Don’t let me interrupt you guys. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Lunch was pretty weird without you,” Dustin said. 

“I doubt that,” she said, turning to give Steve an apologetic look. He shakes his head as if to tell her not to worry about it before trailing back towards the couch probably to fall back asleep. 

“No, really. I think I prefer the dynamic with you around. Things get weird...um...Eddie today was weird.” Dustin said. She was tempted to to press on, get Dustin to come out and repeat what Eddie had said but decided against it. “You’ll still sit with us again Monday, won’t you?”

No. She definitely did not want to sit at that table again knowing the truth. What was worse, she couldn’t bare lying to Dustin. She really wanted to avoid talking about this, but it seemed like she didn’t have a choice. 

“Actually, Dustin...I was there...today. You guys just didn’t see me,” she said. Before Dustin could question her now intentional absence, she continued, “I overheard what you guys were talking about.”

There was a long pause on his end. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what his problem is. B-But you heard Mike and I, right? How we...”

“You have nothing to prove, Dustin, this isn’t on you. And honestly I can’t even be mad at Eddie. He’s more than welcome to his opinion. I just don’t think I can sit there knowing he doesn’t think much of me. I’ll still be able to see you guys, I’m not gonna completely avoid...that would be childish. I think I’ll just sit with Robin o-or Nancy.” 

“Maybe I can talk to him! Get him to apologize!”

“He has nothing to apologize for, Dustin, don’t do that,” she said sternly. “It’s fine, Dustin! This doesn’t change anything! I just think some space would be good.”

“Okay,” Dustin said, noticeably disappointed. “I gotta go. I have to meet Lucas and Mike tomorrow at the arcade. Maybe you can meet us there?”

“Yeah, maybe,” she said. “Night, Dustin.” He wished her a goodnight and, at last, she hung up the phone. She glances at the clock hung up on the wall, wincing at how late it was. She walks back towards the living area where Steve had made himself very comfortable in the little blanket and pillow fort they’d unintentionally made. 

“Everything good?” he asks sleepily. 

“Perfectly fine. Um...it’s getting late, Steve, I should go.”

“What? Why?” 

“You probably wanna get some shut eye and I don’t need to burden you with my problems any longer. Thanks so much for tonight, though, Steve. It really helped.” 

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes. He lifts up the comforter he had covering the lower half of his body. 

“Come on,” he said, leaving little room for argument. “It’s too late anyway. Robin crashes here all the time.” She hesitates for a moment, then moves around the couch to curl up beside him, surprised at how warm he was. He covers them both up and shuts his eyes again, as if this was completely normal. And why shouldn’t it be? They were friends. Close friends. Close friends had sleepovers. 

She turned over to politely give him some space and not be all up in his business. She pulls the comforter up to her chin and shuts her eyes, trying to calm all of her swimming thoughts. Tonight was about forgetting Eddie Munson. Tonight was about fun. 

With that, she slowly drifted off to sleep again. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

Dustin hangs up the phone a little harder than he should have, clearly upset. Eddie, Mike, Lucas, and Jeff remained unburdened by his sudden hostility, all lazily lounging in Dustin’s living room as they watched his Friday the 13th copy he convinced Steve to let him rent despite his age.

“Who the hell was that that kept you so occupied?” Mike asked as he rejoins them, taking back his spot. Dustin doesn’t answer at first, accepting the bowl of popcorn offered to him by Jeff. After swallowing two handfuls, he gives it back and glares pointedly at Eddie. The metalhead doesn’t notice at first, too into the film to notice Dustin had even left in the first place. 

“Steve was hosting a movie night, too,” he says instead, out of nowhere sporting a not-so-nice plot. He loved Eddie, respected him. He considered Eddie to be one of his best friends, but he knew he screwed up big time with her. And Dustin wanted him to get a little taste of his own medicine. “Wasn’t alone though.”

“Buckley keeping him company?” Eddie asked, eyes still not moving from the screen. So he was listening. Good. 

Dustin smirks and looks at Mike. “No, you won’t believe who he’s got spending the night there with him.”

“Not my sister,” Mike said, looking green. 

“What? No, man, she wouldn’t do that to Jonathan! No, it was...” Even Jeff had to look away from the movie. 

“Steve and her? Really?” he asks. 

Eddie, at last, seemed to finally look away from the TV screen. He didn’t look distraught, but he wasn’t exactly too keen on the news either. Good enough, in Dustin’s opinion. 

“I didn’t know she and Steve were going steady,” he said. 

“Eh, they’re not. Figure it’s a first date kinda thing. I actually think I interrupted something when I called,” Dustin said. Eddie’s eye twitches. “Decided to leave them to it. I’ll bug Steve tomorrow on the details when he goes to work.” 

“Good for Steve,” Lucas chuckles from the beanbag, his smile quickly disappearing when Eddie’s head shot towards him. “I mean...wow...pretty surprising stuff. Uh, Jeff! Can I get some popcorn over here?” 

“I guess that’s why she wasn’t there for lunch,” Dustin continued. “Think she wanted to go visit him at the video place.”

Eddie sits back in Dustin’s mother’s armchair, slowly moving his gaze back to the TV screen. He definitely didn’t look as comfortable as he was beforehand. Dustin knew she told him to not punish Eddie for this. But Dustin was notorious for not doing as he was told. 

[fairyysoup]

matters of taste

part one (repost)

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: Not all trainees are great on the job. Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson in a bakery, however? Absolutely unmatched.

content warnings: explicit (18+ MINORS DNI) smut, threesome - f/m/m, semi-public sex, workplace sex, car sex, handjobs, oral (f+m receiving), cunnilingus, unprotected sex, spitroast, fluids play, dumbification, praise, degradation, implied masochism, mention of housewife kink, steve harrington has a big dick, enemies to lovers-ish but they're all crazy about each other let's be real\

a/n: this is my second time trying to repost this!! let's not talk about how ugly it looks ok i think the header is implying that reader is a sentient pie and honestly... yeah

It’s… you know what. It’s whatever. It’s not a big deal. It’s fine, everything’s fine.

You pause midway through frosting some cinnamon rolls to watch one of the newbies wheeling a cart of mislabelled muffins past your decorating table. You strategically keep your voice void of inflection as you say, “Price stickers, Harrington.”

“FUCK!”

You watch Steve dramatically jostle the cart back around to wheel it toward the rack that contains the multitudes of different flavor and price stickers used in the bakery, swearing like a sailor the whole time. He collides with another cart, and slams it directly into your other trainee, Eddie Munson. 

“Shitshitshitshit shit-” Eddie curses and stumbles into a rolling rack of donuts. He grabs the rack before it can topple over, and succeeds in catching four trays of donuts when they fall out of their slots and into his arms. 

You roll your eyes at the spectacle the two of them create, which is quickly becoming the norm, and go back to stroking globs of cream cheese frosting across the cinnamon rolls in front of you. 

It’s not like they’re the world’s worst trainees or anything. It’s not like they’re completely incompetent, or that they purposefully goes out of their way to make your job unnecessarily difficult or anything. It’s not like, together, they create the most chaotic and hazardous environment possible.

No, sir. Nothing to see here. No problems to be had. 

“‘You didn’t put the price stickers on, Steve-’” you hear Steve mocking you in a purposefully insulting falsetto, and give him a side-eye that you know he can’t see. “Mehmehmeh- ‘You didn’t put the bagels in properly. You didn’t frost the bundt cakes just right.’”

“‘You didn’t circumcise the bread bags,’” Eddie adds as he shoves the trays of smushed donuts back onto the rack and grabs a rag to wipe icing from his apron.

“Fucking what?” You turn to look at them fully, holding your frosting covered hands out in front of you.

“I don’t know!” Steve whirls around to sneer at you. His bubblegum pink uniform shirt is just about the same color as his face, rosy and flushed with the heat from the ovens and probably his climbing heart rate. “Why’s everything gotta be packaged differently? It’s just bread!”

“I don’t make the rules! Don’t argue with me and just do it!” That’s another thing. Steve’s just so argumentative, about everything. How you package things, how you wash the dishes, how you clean the floors at the end of the day. Meanwhile, Eddie won’t argue with you per-se, but the day he does something correctly will be the day pigs fly. It’s the most annoying fucking thing you’ve had to deal with at this job, and you’re stuck training them. 

It’s not a particularly hard job. You’re just clerks at Mimi’s Bakery, nothing is out of the realm of doability- it’s more of a stamina sport. You’re all closers, so that means a lot of packaging and a lot of cleaning, interspersed with helping some late afternoon and evening customers, within an eight hour shift. It isn’t very busy anymore, either; summer’s over, and you still have about a month until the holiday rushes start. It shouldn’t be too terribly difficult for them, but they’ve both been here for two weeks and still act like they were born yesterday.

Steve spends an extraordinarily long time putting the price tags on the packages of muffins- and putting them on crooked, anyway, so that the entire pile looks janky and rushed despite his slow pace. Eddie’s too busy wiping chocolate icing from his arms to notice Steve’s haphazard labeling. 

Your eyes trail the wet rag that Eddie drags across his skin, leaving behind only the ink from his tattoos for you to scrutinize. During the lull, the bakery’s PA system comically offsets the tension in the room with a generic old jazz standard. Your boss, Mimi Callaghan, has an enthusiasm for novelties from her youth- hence the confectionary shop-style pink pinstriped uniform dress you wear, and your clashing forest green apron just oozing with sex appeal. Steve looks like a knockoff Ken doll in his similar blouse and khakis, but he confessed to you on his first day that he used to work at the Scoops Ahoy in the old Hawkins Mall, so you assume he isn’t too phased by it. You’re not about to tell him that he makes it work. Eddie, on the other hand, looks like someone picked him up at the Local Smokes down the street and thrust him into the uniform against his will, like he’s not really supposed to be here. You hate that you find the weird juxtaposition of his tattoos to the pink and green uniform kind of hot.

“Don’t forget to face the shelves when you put them out,” you tell Steve as he pushes the cart past you again. 

Steve’s ears glow bright red. “I’ll put out something-”

“Suck my fucking nuts, Harrington, you wanna do the job right or not?”

Eddie cackles loudly as Steve turns around, but instead of glaring at you he just looks mildly amused, like Eddie’s hysterical laughter rubbed off on him. “Why’re you so mean to me, huh?”

“What?” You splutter, gloved hands flexing in the air and squishing frosting between your fingers. “Why- why’re you so fucking difficult? Put the goddamn muffins out, we don’t have all day-”

“I think she likes you, Harrington.” 

You squint at Eddie, still rubbing himself down leisurely with the rag, twisting his rings around his fingers idly even though he didn’t even get any icing on them. He leans against the counter with a smirk on his pretty pink lips like he thinks he’s done something. Like there can’t be another reason for why you’re so easily frustrated by Steve- by either of them, really. Like their lack of decorum or work ethic are completely out of the question, you guess, to his way of thinking. 

“Like him?” you scoff, trying to appear nonchalant as you go back to smacking cream cheese frosting across the pans of pastries in front of you. “Puh- lease. He’s infuriating, he doesn't listen to directions. Also, Steve, your customer service voice? It- you know what, it’s obnoxious. We work in a bakery, you don’t have to put the moves on every girl that comes in.”

“Oh, okay. Hear me out- maybe you don’t like my customer service voice because you’re jealous.” Steve hums, rocking back on his heels and looking even more smug than he did a few seconds ago. “I can put the moves on you, too, if you’re feeling left out.”

You don’t dignify that offer with a response. You kind of just want to punch him in the face. “Go put the muffins out and let me listen to the goddamn PA in peace.”

He has the decency to look shocked. “You like this goofy old shit?”

“I love this goofy old shit, which is more than I can say about you.”

“It’s okay, sweet pea,” Eddie hums casually, in as condescending of a voice as he can muster. “You don’t have to pretend like you aren’t into Harrington. I know I am.” 

“And you, Munson-” You whirl on him, pointing one frosting covered finger angrily in his direction, at which his eyes go all wide and innocent. “Don’t even get me started. Your fucking hair gets everywhere. I swear I had to excavate an entire gerbil from the garlic bread you made yesterday. Take a fucking weedwacker to that thing, for the love of god. And… and your tattoos are fucking dumb.”

You don’t want to admit that you like the sight of the tattoos, actually. When Mimi had told you that the newbies you’d be training were gonna be “that darling Steve Harrington, and his friend, the Munson boy” you’d been a little bit pleased. There isn’t much to admire in a bakery except cakes, and if having the two of them around the bakery means things just got a little more scenic, then you were happy to have them. 

Unfortunately, a pretty face often means an infernal personality. Finding one without the other would probably take an act of god at this point. Times two, you got stuck with the fucking chaos twins.

“Dumb?” Eddie wolf whistles. “That smarts, sweetheart. It really does. You haven’t even seen all of my tattoos yet. I’d love to give you a tour of them, though-”

Your face burns at the thought of Eddie Munson letting you get a first class look at his tattoos. He probably has ones in places even god doesn’t know about, and you glare down at the cinnamon rolls in front of you to hide how flustered you are about it. “Fuck you, Munson.”

“I wish you would.”

“For christ’s sake- Steve. Muffins, now.”

Steve does what he’s told, for a change. It doesn’t give you as much of an ego boost as it usually does- really, you just feel sort of dull as you snap your rubber gloves off and throw them in the trash can to the side. You don’t know why you let them bother you as much as they do, but for some reason the just jerk your chain like nothing else.

The bell over the front door jingles, alerting you to the arrival of a customer. You take a quick peek at the ovens behind you to check the time; it’s nearly 8, and the bakery closes at 10. You fight to not roll your eyes as you grab a pair of gloves in case whoever it is wants something out of the display case. 

“Hi, what can I get for you?” Your voice is sing-songy enough that you want to smack yourself. A middle aged woman has made a bee-line for the counter, straight past where Steve is bent over a display table, struggling to shift all the old muffin boxes to the top and slide the newer ones underneath them. 

You stare at his ass for… probably way longer than necessary, honestly. 

The woman points at a singular cake box left on the counter from today’s special orders, and immediately reaches up to take it without any other introduction. 

Oh. One of these customers. The ones who come in and grab stuff off the counter without asking for assistance, who will walk back into the kitchen to look at the overstock racks and help themselves to things that haven’t been put out on the floor yet.

A tight smile curls at your lips as you snag the tag on the box and look at the name before she can yank it off the counter from you. “For Linda?”

The woman nods curtly. As you turn the box to face her, your eyes shift back to Steve as he moves around the side of the display table. He stretches his arm out to reach for a stack on a higher shelf, and your eyes linger on the way the short sleeve of his uniform shirt rides up to expose his bicep.

“This is not the cake I ordered.”

“What?” You snap your eyes back to Linda’s pinched face, glaring down at the cake on the counter. It’s a basic sheet cake, with white frosting and a screaming red border, that says ‘Great Job Oscar!’ on it. Not necessarily a masterpiece, but a neat and pretty cake nonetheless.

“I ordered a cake with a winning streak theme. This has nothing on it,” Linda says icily as you snatch up the order slip you had taken off of the box and inspect it.

“A marble quarter sheet with white buttercream and a red border, that says ‘Great Job Oscar!’ in black icing?”

“Yes.”

“That’s… what’s on the cake, ma’am.”

“But there’s no other decoration. Where’s the winning streak theme?”

You blink, and briefly make eye contact with Steve over the woman’s shoulder. He’s all but abandoned his task of stacking muffin boxes, instead watching your face carefully as your conversation plays out. He raises one eyebrow at you, and you’re not sure if that’s him trying to be condescending or supportive. 

“I- I apologize, ma’am-” you start, looking for a way to dig your way out of the situation, “The order does say that you requested the theme, but you didn’t specify any decorations. Our decorators won’t take liberties with the order on their own if you don’t request-”

“I don’t have time for this,” Linda interjects, and you clamp your mouth shut with a dull ache beginning to throb in your temples. “I’m supposed to be at a winning streak themed party in twenty minutes and I have an embarrassment of a cake to show for it. I should be reimbursed.”

“The cake wasn’t paid for in advance,” you tell her mildly, trying not to crinkle the page with her order on it as you hold it up. 

“Uh… accommodated, then. I shouldn’t have to pay for something I didn’t want in the first place!”

“I’m afraid I can’t just give you a cake for free, ma’am. I’m not authorized.”

“Can I speak to your manager, then?” 

You open your mouth to say that, technically, you are what amounts to the shift manager. It’s just you and Eddie and Steve in the store, and even though neither of your job descriptions really include the word ‘manager’ in them, seniority rules over all. You’ve been here long enough to be able to train them, so by right you’re the one in charge. 

But then a warm hand touches the curve of your lower back, and Steve appears out of thin air to gently scoot you aside without so much as a hello.

“What seems to be the trouble, ma’am?” Steve smiles, and you could almost mistake him for being sincere if his fingertips didn’t dig into your back just slightly before pulling away. 

Linda visibly softens her demeanor, smoothing her stringy blonde hair away from her face. “Are you the manager?”

You scrutinize his profile, trying for all the world to read his fucking mind, because you have no idea what he’s thinking. He’s barely even taken a cake order, let alone dealt with a disgruntled customer with a botched one.

“That, I am!” Steve declares, and oh. Cheeky motherfucker. He’s doing the voice. He bats his eyelashes- big, long, sweeping blinks that you think can make him take flight if he tries much harder. “What can I do for you?”

“This girl,” Linda tells him shortly, not even looking at you when she motions in your direction, “is refusing to compromise about this cake. It’s not what I ordered, and if I have to show up for this party without a winning streak themed cake, I’m going to be embarrassed. The customer is always right!”

“In matters of taste,” Eddie says from over your shoulder.

Linda fixes Eddie with a cold stare. “I’m sorry?”

“That, uh… that saying.” Eddie steps up to your other side, obviously choking back a laugh as he clears his throat. “The full saying is, ‘The customer is always right in matters of taste.’ Meaning you’re right about your order, we can’t argue with your personal preferences.” 

“Exactly.” Steve shrugs easily, the picture of self-assurance as he takes the order sheet from your hand and looks it over. You’re not even sure if he entirely understands how to dissect the order sheet itself, but he looks convincing enough while doing it. “If you don’t like the cake, you don’t have to buy it. But my gi- ‘ this’ girl is right.”

You snap your eyes toward Steve, the back of your neck burning. His what?

Steve continues like he’s made no mistake whatsoever. “We can’t give you the cake for free- the only person who can do that is the owner.”

Linda scowls. “‘Take it or leave it,’ you mean?”

Steve affords her a kind smile. “I’d be happy to pull any of our cakes out of the display instead, if you see any you prefer.”

“No,” Linda insists, obviously unhappy about it, “I’ve been coming here for twenty years and this has never happened, the owner knows me-”

“We can call Mimi, if you’d like,” he adds. 

“No, like I said, I have a party in twenty minutes,” Linda says sourly, and begins digging through her purse. “No, I’ll pay for this one, I guess.”

Behind the counter, you watch Steve ball up Linda’s cake order sheet in his palm, squeeze it unnecessarily hard, and toss it into the waste bin. Then, faster than fucking lightning, you watch Eddie type the price of the cake into the cash register. He hits the sales tax button twice.

“Come back soon!” Eddie says cheerfully as he hands her the receipt. 

You stand motionless behind them both, dumbfounded, until Linda leaves. And then Steve’s immediately cursing, shaking his head as he turns and starts walking toward the back room, hands untying the bow at his waist to undo his apron. “They’ll say anything for free shit. Anything. What the fuck is a ‘winning streak’ theme, anyways? I swear- no, you know what, I don’t actually fucking care. I used to give out freebies all the time at Scoops. But this isn’t corporate, and Mimi knows my family-” 

You follow him closely, disappearing into the back with him as he continues blathering. “Why did you do that?” 

“Hm?” Steve pauses as he’s pulling his apron over his head, and stares at you for a few seconds, like he doesn’t even know what you’re referring to. And then, you see his brown eyes widen. “Oh! I guess… I mean, I could see it going bad, and I figured if she wasn’t listening to you, then she’d probably listen to me. If I, y’know. Put the moves on her.”

You snort loudly. “Always so fuckin’ cute- I could have handled it myself.”

“No, I know you could have. I know.” Steve nods, his hair sort of fluttering around his face as he looks away from you. “But… y’know, you don’t have to. You shouldn’t have to, while I’m here. I’ve been tortured by KGB and fought monsters, I can deal with an angry customer-”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Oh. Uh…” He pauses, eyes drifting off to the side, to meet Eddie’s, who trailed behind you into the back room and is lingering over your shoulder. “Dun- Dungeons and… and Dragons? Yeah… yeah! Have you- have you played it?”

“You?” Your giggle splutters loudly in your chest before bubbling up out of your throat unexpectedly. “Steve Harrington plays Dungeons and Dragons? You like that goofy sword and sorcery shit?”

“Fucking metal sword and sorcery shit, thank you very much,” Eddie snaps, and you scoff at him. 

Steve chuckles at your little jab at his words from earlier, looking anywhere but at your face. “Yeah, sort of. I mean… Munson taught me a bit about it.”

“Everything he knows.” Eddie’s grin is wide and holds an air of mystery to it, like he knows something you don’t.

“Hm. Put that on a t-shirt for me and maybe I’ll buy it.” You blush, staring at Steve’s profile as he pulls a water bottle out of the employee break cabinet and takes a long drink from it. Then, you turn to Eddie, who leans against the door jamb. “Where’d you learn that thing about ‘the customer is always right,’ anyways?”

“Hm? Oh… I used to help my uncle Wayne in his garage,” Eddie explains nonchalantly. “Learned a lot from watching him deal with customers.”

“Right,” you hum, nodding slowly, and then turn to Steve. “And you. You could get in so much fucking trouble if Mimi finds out about that whole thing. Where did you pick that up?”

“My best friend- Robin Buckley? You know her?” Steve says as he puts the bottle back in the cabinet and snaps it shut. You shake your head, and he goes on. “Yeah. She’s crazy smart. We worked together at Scoops, and Family Video. Always had a way to respond to everything, even though she’s awkward as hell. And before you ask- yes, she would have tried to put the moves on Linda, too.”

“Would she?”

“Oh yeah.” Steve grins at you fondly, making your heart stall in your chest a bit. “Every single move in the book. If you ask me, she’s better with the ladies than I am.”

You laugh, then nod your head slowly, looking him up and down. “Okay. You’re actually fucking hilarious, Harrington. Too bad I hate your guts.”

“Really? I’m moving up in the world.” Steve grunts. “There’s a fine line between love and hate, my darling dearest.”

“Is that why you almost called me ‘your girl?’”

His smirk creates cute little dimples in his cheeks. “No, I almost did that because you’re the only one who can tell me to suck on their nuts, and I’ll actually consider doing it.”

Before you can even take a moment to process that little wise-crack, Eddie’s distracting you. His hand passes through your line of vision, then comes up and presses against the front of your green apron, just against your breast. You genuinely think he’s trying to feel you up, and you snap your eyes down to find his ringed fingers scraping a giant drop of cream cheese frosting off of your chest. 

You feel your cheeks heat up. That must have come from when you were frosting the cinnamon rolls- more like smacking them around with frosting, really- and the fact that it was there the entire time Linda was here is more than humiliating. You must have looked like such an idiot, trying to conduct yourself like a manager-

“Messy little thing, aren’t you?” Eddie murmurs, using that same fucking condescending tone that makes your hair stand on end, before meeting your eye and sucking the glob of frosting off of his two fingers.

You get a sudden head rush, and it takes way more self restraint than it should to not audibly whimper. Oh, he really shouldn’t have done that. 

You stare at him for a long moment, your eyes flickering between his, and his fingers in between his ungodly pink lips. You… you feel like you’re fucking drowning, floundering around with your head underwater and you don’t know what to do. You snap your eyes to Steve, looking for some sort of sympathy or support, but he doesn’t give you any of that. Instead, he just winks. 

No. They absolutely should not have done that.

“Fucking… fuck this. Fuck both of you- I have work to do,” you hiss, trying to skirt past buckets of frosting to get around where Eddie’s blocking the doorway, but he refuses to step aside, instead creating a one-man barricade while he snickers and continues sucking on his fingers just to rile you up even more. “Fucking move, Eddie.”

“Oh, it’s Eddie now?” He grins, obviously enjoying how much you’re struggling, with your chest pushed up against his and your arm nearly circling his waist to lever yourself against the other side of the door. 

“Fuck you,” you spit, for a lack of anything else to say. 

“For the second time, I wish you would.” Eddie raises his hand and captures your chin, tilting your head up so that you look at him, instead of over his shoulder or to the side at Steve. Your heart jumps into your throat, feeling his damp fingers on your cheek and remembering how he had been sucking on them a second ago. “Might clean out that filthy mouth of yours.”

“What do you think you’re doing, huh?” You snatch Eddie by his pinstriped collar, simultaneously pulling him down to your height and also pushing him back against the wire rack of boxes along the far wall. Eddie curses, stumbling and grabbing onto your hips as if that will steady himself. His nose nudges yours from this angle, and how close you crowd up against him. “You drive me up the fucking wall, Munson. You think you can just sweet talk me like I’m some uptight customer?”

“Woah,” Steve says from behind you, but he doesn’t sound the slightest bit surprised. More amused, and intrigued. “I think you struck a nerve.” 

“Did I?” Eddie whispers, with a hint of a smirk still on his face. His dark eyes are looking directly into yours.

He doesn’t even have time to breathe before you kiss him. Desperately. Long and hard and sort of angry, open-mouthed so that you can taste the frosting still on his tongue. He makes the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard- somewhere between a sigh and a moan, as his hands come up to cup your face and pull you closer into him. His knee slotting between your legs, not pushing up but just remaining solidly there for you to lean against it. It takes an inordinate amount of strength for you not to grind yourself down onto his thigh.

“Guess that’s a yes,” Steve says calmly from just beside you. 

Eddie pulls back for air, forehead resting against yours, thumbs stroking your cheekbones in a mockery of a tender embrace. “Go on. Show Harrington how much you hate him, too.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” you grumble, but your hands have better plans. One stays on Eddie’s shoulder, but the other snatches Steve by the collar and pulls him forward so that you can attack his face with the same amount of fervor. Eddie has no compunction to be gentlemanly- while Steve’s hand rests lightly on your lower back, Eddie’s creeps up underneath your skirt to give your ass a tight squeeze, pulling you forward to grind against his thigh and making you gasp against Steve’s mouth so that his tongue can lick deeper into yours.

Nothing quite prepares you for how Eddie’s voice affects you when he says, “Uh oh, Harrington. I think I was right- she likes you. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

You make a short noise in your throat, your hand sliding down Steve’s chest to his waist, fingers beginning to make quick work of his fly. “Let’s- let’s just double check, huh? Make extra sure.”

“God- yeah. Yeah, okay. Just- be on the safe side.” Steve’s tongue is burning up when it touches your neck, his head nuzzling down so that he can graze your throat with his teeth. 

Eddie catches your hand before you manage to wiggle it beneath his waistband, and looks you directly in the eye just before he spits onto your palm. You whimper noisily at the feeling of it, warm and wet, dripping between your fingers while Steve licks at your neck and heat simmers under the tender skin between your thighs.

Air punches from Steve’s mouth when you work his trousers down his hips and pull his erection out of his boxers- he’s not quite pulsing and swollen yet, but your fingertips still just barely manage to meet from how thick he is. 

“Jesus Christ, Harrington,” you curse as you give him a languid stroke, feeling him shudder when you brush your thumb over his tip and then drag your hand down his length again. Eddie’s saliva helps to make the motion fluid and smooth, adding a slick sound to punctuate Steve’s loud gasp. 

“What?” Steve hisses, trying his best to appear passive, but his voice betrays him and cracks. He gazes at you a bit apprehensively, his doe eyes looking a little foggy with need as they flicker over your face and focus on your lips. 

“Nothing on earth needs to be this big.” 

Eddie’s free hand coming up to weave through Steve’s hair and jerking his head back. His teeth catch Steve’s earlobe just before he murmurs, “Told ya, big boy.” Eddie looks directly at you over Steve’s shoulder. “Harrington’s packing a fucking monster, isn’t he?”

You hum as you let your fingers drift along the length of him. Steve’s gaze suddenly turns darker, and his chuckle falls flat out of his mouth like an exclamation of awe more than anything. “Think you can take it?”

You don’t answer that. Your grip tightens just a bit and he groans loudly, his eyes rolling back as he tilts his head toward the ceiling. “Are you one of those guys that’ll come as soon as I gag?” 

“Fuck, maybe?” Steve’s hands cup the sides of your neck and trail up to cradle your head as you lower yourself in front of him. 

Eddie scoffs. “He can’t handle it worth a shit. Don’t go easy on him.”

“Then he’d better hold on to something.” You scrape your nails down his exposed thigh, reveling in the way his entire body shakes at the feeling. 

And, without any further warning, you wrap your lips around his cock. 

Steve curses, hands balling into fists just before he slams them down against the shelf he’s leaning on. Through your lashes, you watch him gasp for breath and you wonder if he’s honestly going to last long enough to fuck you properly. Not that it really matters, though, because Eddie seems like he’ll be more than happy to pick up where Steve leaves off. 

Eddie’s hand rests on the crown of your head, guiding you on Steve’s cock. His tip leaks with precum that tastes salty on your tongue when you lick at his slit, and as you take him further into your mouth, you realize just how right you were. He hits the back of your throat, making tears spring up in your eyes and a quiet moan bubble up out of your chest on its own when you choke. 

Steve just about loses his mind over it. He groans loudly, scrambling for a place to put his hands and ending up with a fistful of Eddie’s uniform shirt while he tries to compose himself. 

“Holy fuck, you look so good with your mouth full,” Steve grunts, his free hand coming up your chin as he slides his cock out of your mouth and back in again.

“I think I like her more when she can’t talk back to us,” Eddie chuckles darkly, pressing on the back of your head and making you choke again. 

Steve hisses, his fingers tightening on your cheek. “Look at me, let me see those eyes- there you go. Pretty baby.”

You whimper, letting your jaw go slack so that Steve can fuck your mouth all he wants while you try to steady yourself. You should hate it. You should hate this- you hate them both. You think. 

Wait. Do you? 

You’ve never been this needy before, but hell if your cunt isn’t just throbbing in your uncomfortably wet panties, and your nails are digging into Steve’s skin where you grip his thighs for support. If he notices any pain from it, he doesn’t say anything- just keeps giving you these erotic little gasps every time his cock nudges the back of your throat and your eyes flicker shut for a moment before he taps your cheek and makes you open them again. 

“We should do this more often,” Steve says thickly, and without thinking, you hum in agreement. You add a little resistance against Eddie’s hand on your head to regain a bit of control, letting your tongue roll against Steve’s length however you want. 

“You think she’ll give it this good if she’s getting fucked?” Eddie muses suddenly, his finger’s toying with your hair rather than guiding you anymore. 

“Fuck- only one way to find out.” Steve shakily releases the fistful he has of Eddie’s shirt, letting him slip away from his side. Eddie’s hand leaves your head, instead falling to the tie on his apron to start undoing it. 

You whine softly, shuffling up on your knees and nearly slipping when you feel Eddie’s hands flipping the skirt of your dress up, exposing you to the cool air. His large hand smooths over the hem of your underwear, then lowers to stroke the cleft of your pussy through the fabric. 

“Oh, poor thing.”  

“What is it?” Steve asks. 

“She’s soaked through these pretty panties,” Eddie coos softly as his fingers stroke back and forth over the fabric, nudging your clit with achingly gentle, indirect touches. You moan, arching your back for more. “Baby got so wet from sucking Steve’s cock, huh? Sweet little pussy needs some attention?”

“Shit. God, that’s so hot. Fuck-” Steve grabs your hair, guiding you off of his cock with a wet noise that makes Eddie’s fingers press on your clit just a little bit harder. You splutter, drool trailing from your lips and dripping down your chin as you try to catch your breath. Something you can’t quite do, because Eddie won’t stop touching you. 

Steve tilts your head up, leveraging you backwards a bit as he kneels in front of you. “You want Eddie to fuck you? Is that what you need?”

You nod, wrapping your hand around Steve’s wet cock and giving him a few slow pumps. “Yeah, I-” you hiccup when you feel Eddie’s fingers hook your panties to the side, and dip through your dripping folds, unobstructed. “Oh fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Don’t hate us so goddamn much now?” Eddie croons as he presses two fingers deep into your pussy. 

You groan and hang your head, forehead pressing up against Steve’s navel and your nails sinking into the meat of his thigh. You can feel his cock twitch in your hand, and it occurs to you that he likes that pain- or maybe he just likes holding you against him while Eddie fingerfucks you.

Steve’s fingers card through your hair tenderly. “Keep doing what you’re doing, Munson. I think she’s having trouble talking.”

“For a change.” Eddie curls his fingers, and you nearly lose your balance, thankful that you have Steve to hold you up. “So fuckin’ wet… I think I want to taste it first.”

Eddie’s fingers leave you, and you openly sob against Steve’s stomach as his grip tightens in your hair. “E-eddie…”

His two hands curl around the waistband of your panties, and rip through the fabric as though it’s only paper. “Hold her up, Steve, it sounds like she’s gonna need it.”

Steve puts his hands on your shoulders and holds you up, rocking back so that he can get a good look at your face. Eddie spreads your legs apart, and you can feel him crowding his body in between them. There’s a slight pause, and then his tongue touches you, licking a stripe of fucking fire through your cunt from behind. 

Oh shit. Holy fucking shit. It’s too good, too warm and slick when you’ve been aching for it for way too long, your clit pulsing desperately and burning hot when his tongue strokes over it. You strain up against Steve’s hands, but he keeps pushing you forward, keeping you there against Eddie’s mouth. You moan obscenely loud, your hands tearing at Steve’s shirt like it’ll somehow convince him to let you go. 

“You’re so damn pretty like this, angel,” Steve whispers, tilting your chin up when your head falls so he can keep looking at your face. He’s flushed, his lips parted and his eyes drooping and so dark that you nearly balk under his gaze.

Eddie groans in the back of his throat and finally pulls back, and you’re not sure whether to chase his mouth or to sob for relief, so you sort of do both at the same time. He plants a hand on your ass to keep you from falling backwards into him. 

“Fuck, she tastes so sweet. Here-” You feel him move, and then Steve holds up a hand to catch something that Eddie tosses to him. 

You lift your eyes and discover that Steve is holding your torn underwear. The light blue fabric looks so out of place and innocent, little pink flowers decorating the waistband. It makes it worse that he’s looking directly at you, keeping you frozen in place. He holds them up to his nose and breathes deeply, letting his eyes flutter shut just briefly before he looks at you again and drags the soaked crotch of them across his tongue. 

“Steve…” you breathe, overwhelmed by the sight of him and the sound of his groan of pleasure. You search for something to say to him, but nothing comes before you feel something hot and thick pushing into your soaking entrance. You gasp, and then claw at Steve’s thigh in lieu of something to hold onto. “Fuck, Eddie-” 

“Shouldn’t you be choking on Steve’s cock right about now?” Eddie hisses through his teeth, sounding strained and letting out a low groan to punctuate it. 

You whine, feeling unbelievably stretched and full as Eddie splits you open, but you still scramble backwards and sink your mouth onto Steve’s cock so quickly that a gasp leaps out of his chest. 

Steve punches out a little laugh, his hand twisting your hair and pushing you down until your eyes water. “So agreeable once you get your pussy filled.”

“God, she’s so tight,” Eddie grunts as he hollows out and starts thrusting, reaching deeper inside you each time. You don’t think it’s so much that you’re tight as he’s just big- you haven’t seen his cock, but you can feel it, like you haven’t fucking felt anything else before, and it’s good. You can feel every inch, every ridge, and it makes your eyes fully roll back into your skull. “Fuck, you gotta feel this-”

“Can’t. ‘M not gonna last, shit…” Steve sounds wrecked, his words coming out sharp and desperate. The hand on your head is shaking, and you’re honestly impressed he’s lasted as long as he has. “‘M gonna come down this pretty throat.”

“You hear that, sweet pea? You gonna swallow all of Steve’s cum?” Eddie’s hand weaves through your hair around Steve’s fingers, aiding in shoving your head down onto his cock. 

As if you weren’t going to, and as if he wasn’t already fucking your mouth faster than you could reasonably keep up. But you whimper and bury your nose in the patch of coarse hair at the base of Steve’s cock, inhaling his scent and tasting his musky flavor on your tongue, and you swallow around him. And then you keep swallowing, because Steve comes hard.  

He sounds absolutely gorgeous when he does it, too. If Eddie wasn’t fucking you so hard that you couldn’t stop whining, you think it would be nearly like a symphony to hear Steve reduced to quiet whimpers. By the time the hands on your head relax enough to let you off of him, though, he’s completely out of breath. 

“Good girl,” Steve pants, his hand lifting up to caress your cheek and to wipe a little dribble of his cum from the corner of your mouth, so soft that it could be construed as sweet if there wasn’t any context to it. “Fuck… you were so good.”

“Yeah, sweetheart,” Eddie coos into your ear, still driving his hips into yours with such force that it’s jolting you toward Steve. “Good baby, pretty baby- takes cock like a perfect little slut.”

You groan, hanging your head and arching your back toward Eddie. You seize up, your orgasm simmering low in you like the receding tide before a fucking tsunami, and you’re almost scared of how big it feels. 

“She liked that,” Eddie chuckles darkly, bending further over you so that his breath tickles your ear. “You like it when I call you a slut, huh? Our perfect. Little. Slut.”

You open your mouth to say his name, tell him to shut up, or keep going, or anything, but all that comes out is a garbled moan. Your hand juts forward and clamps down like a vise onto Steve’s thigh, finding that he’s pulled his pants up. Your nails scratch at stiff khaki twill, trying to beg him to take pity on you, but he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. 

“Pick her up,” Steve says above you. “I want to see her face when she comes.”

Oh, so he’s trying to kill you, actually. That tracks.

Eddie’s arm snakes around your waist and hauls you up, and he rocks back onto his heels to pull your back against his chest. He hugs you close to him, shushing you when his cock hits you from a different angle and you cry out sharply from the feeling. 

“Pretty thing can’t take it,” Steve murmurs as he crowds in close, his hands coming up to caress you through your dress. The fabric is too goddamn rough and itchy, and your skin is too sensitive for him to be toying with you now. 

“Oh, she can take it.” Eddie sounds so sure, his voice rough and stony as he rocks his pelvis up against you while, at the same time, pulling you down into his lap. “She can take all of it. Can’t you, baby?”

You hope the question is rhetorical. You’re trembling, too lost in the feeling of the mind-numbing bliss Eddie’s giving you to come up with a response at this point. Your hand plunges back over your shoulder into a mess of curly hair, and you feel him turn his head to brush his lips against your ear. 

Steve’s hand brushes up your thigh, creeping under your skirt that’s draped across both you and Eddie’s knees. You barely have time to pick your head up and intellectualize what he’s doing before his thumb touches your clit. 

“Oh fuck-” Eddie chokes out urgently, just at the same time as you sink your nails into his forearm and all of your floor muscles lock down around him. 

And then the tsunami hits. 

You nearly scream, your cunt tightening up to wring everything out of the sensation that it can. Eddie’s cock is so hard and it hits inside you so perfectly every time that you swear you’re going to die from it. You’re collapsing forward, despite Eddie’s grip on your waist and Steve’s solid chest creating a barrier for you to fall into- your limbs feel liquid, all your muscles finally relaxing all at once. 

You feel Eddie falter, his hand slipping on your waist so that you do fall into Steve’s chest. While Eddie’s cock throbs inside you and his moans fill your ears, Steve’s hands cup your face and tilt your head up toward his. And then his lips are on yours, and his tongue is licking deep into your mouth at the same time as you feel Eddie come deep inside your cunt. 

You don’t want Eddie to pull out. Not really. You’re not going to tell him to stay there inside you while you’re both crouched awkwardly on the hard floor, but you do wish he’d take at least a few seconds before he does, because the aching emptiness he leaves in his place is enough to make tears spring up in your eyes. 

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, you did so well,” Eddie whispers as you sob openly from the sensation, his arm coming back around your waist to pull you against him. And then you both sort of topple backwards, his shoulders hitting the stacks of backstock frosting buckets as Steve shuffles back to lean against the wire rack across from you. He pulls your legs into his lap and starts stroking his hand across your bare calf. 

You try to catch your breath while Eddie reaches for something on the floor off to the side. You blink your eyes open to find him fiddling with his discarded green apron, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the pocket in it before wadding it up into a little ball. 

He promptly tucks it between your legs and starts cleaning you up with it. 

“R’you using your apron… as a cum rag?” You slur tiredly at him, squeaking a little as the rough fabric scrapes across your overly sensitive clit. 

“Don’t want to leave a mess,” he mutters easily, making Steve chuckle across from you. “Why s’it that I can fuck you half out of your mind and you’ll still bitch me out about how I clean shit?”

“‘Cause it’s fun t’see you all mad. You’re pretty when you’re pissy.” You feel his chest shake with laughter as he finishes wiping you down and tosses the apron aside, then wraps his arms snugly around your middle. 

“Good thing you’re pretty all the time, then.” Eddie huffs, rocking you back and forth a little as he fits his head on your shoulder. You tap your fingers across his forearm, looking down at them and humming contentedly. 

“What is it?” Steve asks, smiling at you almost fondly. 

You sigh, dragging your fingertip along Eddie’s skin. “I like his tattoos.”

“I knew it,” Eddie whispers, and you can hear the grin in his voice. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, making you giggle and shut your eyes. “I still haven’t shown you the rest of ‘em.”

“There’s always next time.”

Steve blinks. “You want to do this again?”

“Of course I want to fucking do this again, Steve,” you snap, rolling your eyes playflully. “Been wanting to jump both of you since you started, wasn’t it fucking obvious?”

“Was to me.” Eddie’s finger traces along your collar, toying with the first button on the front of your uniform dress. “Also, I haven’t seen your tits, so. I’m not done with you yet.”

“I dunno, the dress kind of does it for me,” Steve admits, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. “It’s, uh… cute. Like a 50s housewife or something.”

“Let’s get you a string of pearls and see how long ‘Big Dick’ Harrington lasts then,” Eddie snickers, and you laugh tiredly as you watch Steve flush. 

You fall into easy silence, but just as soon as you relax into Eddie’s arms, the bell over the front door of the bakery jingles. And then the hand bell on the front counter dings loudly. 

And dings again. And dings again. And dings agai-

“You gonna get it, this time?” Steve asks Eddie, sounding a little bit grumpy already. 

“No, I’m gonna hold her a while longer,” Eddie says coolly, not leaving any room for discussion. He presses a tiny kiss to your neck, just underneath your ear, and you squeak in surprise at the lightness of it. “Go get ‘em, Mr. Manager Man.”

“Fuckin’-” Steve rolls his eyes as he gently sets your legs aside before gracelessly clambering up off the ground. He smooths out his uniform, tucking in the tail of his shirt before striding through the door into the kitchen. “What’s up, party people?”

“Do you have any chocolate cakes with white buttercream already made? I need it for tonight.”

Eddie scoffs in your ear, his hand drifting across your thigh to rest just shy of your pussy, making your breath hitch and your hips cant up toward his touch. “They always wait for the last fuckin’ minute, don’t they?”

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Chapter One: Professor Harrington and Mr. Munson

***THERE WILL BE LOTS SMUT 18+ CONTENT EVENTUALLY SO MINORS THIS IS NOT A SPACE FOR YOU, MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED,IF YOU DONT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO I WILL LIKELY ASSUME YOU'RE A MINOR AND BLOCK. DM FOR ANY QUESTIONS THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not much...YET.. lots of smutty smutt smutt to come. Vague mention of depression/ bad childhood/anxiety , mention of drug use/ cigarette smoking, Eddie and Steve being hot, Reader is in their mid 20s and Eddie and Steve are early to mid 40s

Summary: Reader moves to the one and only Hawkins, Indiana and meets her sexy new sociology professor and realizes she might have a crush on her best friends dad..oops

Authors Note: Hi folks!!! this is so nerve wracking i've never really properly written for either of these characters before except in my head and reading lots and lots of smut! I really hope you guys like it, i'm really excited for what's to come for this series, I haven't thought of a name for it yet so i'm just going to go chapter by chapter but its gonna be a fucking wild ride so buckle your seat belts :) 4k words (Also older Eddie pic by the lovely @eddiemunsons-missingnipple )

**Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five**

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Were you doing the right thing? Could you do this on your own? What if you failed?

Your head filled with doubt now that your dreams you’ve had since you graduated high school were now coming to fruition. You saved up all the money you could, working odd jobs for a few years after high school to have enough money to get out of your hometown and into a good college states away.

You shake away all the negative thoughts, no. This had to work you were going to make sure it worked. This is your new start, to create your own life. It had to be better than back home, where no one gave a shit about you and your own parents didn’t care enough to stick around after you graduated high school, not that they were the most involved parents to begin with anyways. Even the friends you had back home were just party related or friends of friends, you were always on the outside looking in, never properly fitting anywhere. The only reason you decided to move specifically to Hawkins was because your only real friend, Violet, that you’ve had since you were 12 had moved here 10 years ago and you’d made a pact long ago that if you ever got out of that town, you’d follow her here.

You pinch your fingers to the bridge of your nose, willing the thought of your parents and back home to go back into the little dark corner of your brain. You can’t breakdown now, not right before your first class, how pathetic would that be?

“Focus focus focus, come on you got this.” you muttered quietly to yourself over and over until the anxiety subsided. You take a deep breath, willing your lungs to fill with air to cool down your buzzing insides. You look in your car mirror to make sure your makeup still looked good and fidgeted with your clothes.

You were never one to obsess over your appearance by any means, but you really wanted to make a good first impression. You had your hair pulled up into a butterfly clip and had on your favorite dress a pair of black tights and your trusty Dr. Martens. With one final look in the mirror, you sigh and grab your bookbag and get out of your car. You look on your phone to triple check that you were in the right place, the last thing you needed was to be lost or even worse late to your first class.

You’d only moved into your apartment off campus the day before so you haven’t had time to look around the town or get used to your surroundings yet. You noted that your car didn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Your car was a few years old and was always something of an insecurity for you. But most of the cars that filled the almost completely full parking lot were older or used cars, which put you at ease. You head into the Humanities and Social Sciences building and check for a fourth time, Sociology 101 room E142 Professor Harrington.

The room is much bigger than you thought, chairs and desks circling the podium at the front of the room. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the room was only half full of other stressed out looking students preparing for their day ahead. You decide to pick a seat towards the middle of the room to not look too eager.

As you’re getting your laptop and books out of your bookbag you hear footsteps walking into the room and the girls behind you immediately start giggling and whispering to each other. You look to see where they’re looking hoping they aren’t making fun of you, you see them biting their lips and looking at the front of the class. You follow their eyeline and your breath hitches.

Where your sociology professor should be standing is an Adonis, he has thick honey brown hair, peppered with grey, that frame his handsome face. His skin impossibly sun kissed like he’d just come back from a tropical island and not living in Hawkins, Indiana. He smiles nervously at the class; his smile is warmer than the sun despite his nervousness, warming you from the inside out. He’s wearing a white button down covered by a navy blue sweater, a pair of grey slacks and black high top converse.

“Ahoy folks! Are you guys ready to set sail on this vast ocean called Sociology with me? I’ll be your Captain Professor Harrington!” he claps his hands, his eyes waiting and hoping for a response.

The girls behind you giggle and a few other students around the room follow suit, he sighs contently. He goes onto explaining the syllabus and assignments for this semester. The class flies by, he’s easy to listen and pay attention to, sure his looks help but he seems genuinely interested in what he’s teaching. Which is a breath of fresh air, you diligently take notes, making sure not to miss anything. Before you know it, class is over and people start packing up their things.

“Oh class before I forget, if any of you are commuters, come get a parking pass from me unless you want a ticket.” he announces to the class, most of the class you assume living in the dorms hurry out of the room.

“Because not only are we charging students tuition we are also charging students just to park on campus, capitalism at its finest folks,” he snorts, shakes his head, and walks to his desk leaning against it.

After finally putting all your things away and checking where your next class is you head up to him. Just being near him makes your heart beat a million miles a minute, like your unworthy of being in his presence let alone so close to him.

He smiles warmer and wider as you stand in front of him, “Hey what can I do ya for?” he asks brightly.

“Oh, uh, I just need a parking pass if that’s okay,” you say quietly.

“More than okay my dear!” he declared. You blush at his words while he picks around in his desk drawer for a parking pass. His nose scrunches up in frustration as the digging becomes hastier and more urgent.

“I coulda swore I put em in here… or did I leave them in my office?... shit,” he breathes.

You giggle at his disorganization, and he looks up at you embarrassed, you wondered how a man who looks like how he does could ever be embarrassed about anything. The girls who sit behind you would agree.

“I promise I’m not usually this discombobulated.. just uh first days always come sooner than I think.” he chuckles

You nod knowingly at him “No worries I can always get it tomorrow or something.” you say waving his worries off.

He looks up at you through his glasses relieved “Really? That- that would be amazing. I would go grab them from my office, but I don’t think I have enough time to before my next class.” He studies you for a second like he’s actually looking at you for the first time.

“What’s your name again hun?” he says casually, as he opens his computer and types on his keyboard.

Your heart flutters at the continued use of nicknames, you take a second to study him again before you respond. He’s hunched over his desk, typing and clicking away on his computer like he’s searching for something. His eyes crinkled at the edges with age, memories of many days smiling and being in the sun. You notice his freckles that adorn his face and neck that you couldn’t see during class. If you had it your way, you’d take your time to count them all to try and make sense of his godly beauty. And his hands.. his hands look so strong effortlessly gliding across his keyboard.

You must have taken too long to answer because he looks up at you expectantly and raises his eyebrow and smirks. You shake your head slightly trying to regain your composure.

“S-sorry first day jitters, my heads a bit scrambled,” you confess to him. You tell him your name quickly, you hoped that your cheeks didn’t look as red as they felt.

His eyes softened a bit and nodded and continued to type on his computer for a couple more seconds before turning to you again.

“I emailed campus security to let them know that it’s my fault you don’t have a pass and if they do give you a ticket just bring it to me and I’ll sort it out for you, okay?” he states and steps away from his computer to face you again.

“Oh wow thank you so much Mr. Harrington, I really appreciate it!” you chirp

His face scrunches up at the name, and chuckles, some of his honey brown hair falling in front of his face, his hand ready to catch them and put the strands back in place. You were mesmerized.

“Uh Mr. Harrington is my father, call me Steve er Professor Harrington works to if you don’t want to be on a first name basis.” He says kindly

“Oh well thank you regardless…Steve.” his name sounds foreign but good on your tongue. You stare at your shoes and then realize that you’ve been in here looking at your professor for far too long.

What the fuck were you thinking? He probably thinks you’re insane but is too nice to say so.

“Ya of course,” he dismisses you easily.

“Anyways I don’t wanna keep you, have a good day,” you apologize.

"You too Y/N,” he calls, as you head out the door, glad that your back is to him so he can’t see you blush again just because he said your first name.

“Get it the fuck together.” you mutter to yourself as you walk aimlessly out of his classroom.

The rest of the day goes without a hitch, you find yourself actually excited for the upcoming topics in your classes. You’ve never given yourself the opportunity to properly nerd out about the things you’re interested in.

You finally get back to your car after all your classes and groan at the sight of a ticket stuck onto your windshield.

“Fuck…” you whine

Too tired to get it taken care of today you drive home and plop on your bed. Even though your classes were super interesting, it was very mentally draining. Extra draining because you’ve tried to force your brain to focus on classes and not think about your sexy sociology professor.

Was he this nice to all his students? Did you catch him eyeing you up while you were talking or were your eyes playing tricks on you? You keep trying to reassure yourself he is just really nice. But his hands… his smile…

You groan and rub your hands against your face trying to shake all the whirling thoughts out of your head. You force yourself to think about literally anything else, then your tummy rumbles. You haven’t had time to grocery shop considering you had just moved in yesterday and your fridge was completely empty except for some bottles of water and condiments.

Your phone buzzes next to you on your bed, you open it and smile.

“BITCHHHH I MISS U COME OVER! You’ve been in Hawkins over 24 hours & ive gotten radio silence from u! ur presence is being requested in the munson household immediately!

P.S Bring food my dad is starving me over here”

“At your service m’lady, cheeseburgers good?” you respond quickly

“ur a life saver babe<3”

Your mind drifts away from your professor and the ticket that is burning a hole in your bookbag. This place already feels more like home than any time you’ve ever spent where you were born. You missed your best friend so much. Violet Munson has been your ride or die best friend for as long as you can remember. You two became friends when you were sitting alone in the lunch room one day and she came and sat right down next to you and you two have been inseparable ever since… that is until her dad decided to move her back to Hawkins to be closer to family after the divorce right before freshman year. You had been crushed getting your best friend ripped away from you like that, but then you guys made the pack to get out of dodge when you could, and now you’re here… in Hawkins,Indiana.

You change into comfy clothes and grab some cheeseburgers, fries, and onion rings from the only burger joint in town and headed over to the Munson residence. You’ve never actually been to her house before because your parents never allowed you to visit after she moved away, so you two mostly kept in contact over constant texts and lots of facetiming.

Pulling up to her house you were more nervous than you thought, you hadn’t seen her in so long and hoped things wouldn’t be awkward. You turned off the ignition, grabbed the food, and went to open your door when you heard a scream come from the front of the house. You lift your eyes to see your best friend jumping up and down on the front porch in her pajamas. Violet had long bright purple hair and thick black eyeliner, kind eyes, a wide smile, and an infectious laugh.

“YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE REALLY FUCKING HERE HOLY SHIT!”

You laughed and dropped all the food in the front seat of your car and ran to meet her in the middle of her lawn and tackled her to the ground. You hugged her tight, squeezing your eyes together wishing the tears at the corner of your eyes to go away.

“Vi I missed you so fucking much.” you whisper

“Awe babe I missed you too.” she shares

You both get up off the grass and you grab the food and head inside. You set the food down in front of the tv like you used to do when she lived closer to you. You sit down on the couch and while she grabs plates. You sigh deeper into the couch, everything was just picking up exactly where you two had left off, you were gonna be okay. You smile quietly to yourself and then head to the kitchen to help her bring everything into the living room. You decide to watch a new horror movie that just came out, the two of you always bonding over everything creepy and spooky. You let Violet tell you about her partner Quinn, who she met a few years ago and was head over heels in love with.

Then the front doorknob jingled, and you heard the familiar thud of heavy boots.

“Ho- holy shit is that Y/N?!”

You turn to face the familiar voice at the door. “Hey Mr. Munson, long time no see!” you breathe.

Fuckk… when did Vi’s dad get so... hot?... what the hell is wrong with you today? First your sociology professor and now your best friends DAD?!

He grins widely at you just like his daughter, he shrugs out of his boots and walks into the living room.

“I got you a cheeseburger on my way over, still like double meat and cheese on your burger?” you question.

Mr. Munson puts a hand over his heart and falls into the love seat next to the tv.

“You remembered, I’m touched sweetheart.” he beamed.

“oh yeah no problem at all!” you blush.

“Well I’ll let you guys catchup, don’t need me harshing the vibes, Vi’s been nonstop talking about you coming to Hawkins  a month!” he chattered

Out of the corner of your eye you see Violet roll her eyes at her father.

“Dad no one fucking says “harshing the vibes” anymore or at all, you’re aging yourself old man,” she chortles

Mr. Munson chuckles and puts his hands up in the air in surrender “Alright alright I’m leaving, if you guys need anything I’ll be in the garage. Thanks again for the burger Y/N!” he says kindly holding up the burger in one of his large tattooed hands.

You beam up at him happy to help, and this time you get a good look at your best friends dad. He’s aged so much better than you could ever imagine a man with Mr. Munsons lifestyle to ever age, the expression aged like fine wine captures it perfectly.

His brown hair still wild and curly as its always been but tied up into a low bun at the base of his neck. Only difference is the now visible little grey streaks that run through random curls. He has more laugh lines at the side of his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Still wearing his normal garb, black jeans with loads of rips, a band tee with a leather jacket. His chocolate brown eyes still full of mischief and debauchery. His nose ring ever present but you spy a few more additions to his tattoo collection, specifically a new neck tattoo and a few more on his hands.

Fuck his hands… wait you have to answer him. Answer him before it’s weird that you’ve been staring at him so long.. you’re really on a fucking roll today.

“It was my pleasure Mr. Munson really,” you gush.

He gives you a wink that goes straight to your core and vibrates in your bones and heads to the garage.

Violet didn’t seem to notice how flushed you were, eyes still on the screen, interjecting at random times when a scene looks to fake or when the blood splattering doesn’t look real enough.

After the movie the two of you head upstairs to Vi’s room, she wanted to show you her new additions to her every growing crystal collection and a few polaroid pictures of her and her partner.

“They literally make me feel like a princess I feel so lucky, for our 3 year anniversary they gave me these black tourmaline pentagram earrings, aren’t they so cute?!”

Your heart fills with warmth, Violet has always been loud and unique, you are so happy for her that she found someone who accepts her for who she is and loves her for it.

“That’s really sweet Vi, i'm so happy you have them, and that they treat you so well,” you grin.

“Thanks… what about you though? You’ve always been very singular… looking to change that any time soon? You deserve to be happy babe, even if it just means getting laid you deserve to get some. You’re a fucking catch dude” ,she compliments

“I mean you know I had a thing with Dylan for awhile before he got back with his girlfriend...” you murmur

“Oh COME ON, you know that’s not what I mean, not some assholes rebound!” she insists

“Vi I don’t have a line down the block like you used to have, you’ve got that whole hot sexy goth girl shit going on, I’m just me.” you babble and point to your gorgeous best friend

“What about Tom? You were with Tom for a long time what happened with him?” she asks obliviously.

“Fuckin cheated on me,” you sigh. Re-living your lack of romantic endeavors to your very not single best friend being up there in the top 10 most pathetic things to date.

“Oh fuck that guy, how fucking dare he!” she sneers while she tries to light the perfectly wrapped blunt in her hand.

“Shit I think my lighters dead, can you go ask my dad if he has an extra?”

You nod and head downstairs and search for the door that leads to the garage, finally you find the door you’re looking for and the image in front of you almost makes you audibly gasp.

Mr. Munson has a cigarette between his lips hes strumming along to some metal song that he’s humming the tune to, occasionally sucking in smoke and blowing out the side of his mouth. His head bobbing to the tune of the song completely in his own world. He’s beautiful.

You look at the way his fingers move to the beat and strum the strings on his guitar, mesmerized by how pretty they are. You can see all the calloses on his hands from all of the years of playing.

Your hand moves without thinking and knocks on the side of the garage door, getting Mr. Munsons attention.

“Oh shit, hey honey, ya need something?" He questions

“oh yeah sorry, Vi’s lighter ran out, and we were trying to light a blunt, you got an extra?” You ask.

Growing up, Mr. Munson had always been the more laid back between Violets two parents, letting her test the waters herself allowing more than the normal parent would. But as long as she was being safe and not doing any hard drugs he was mostly lenient with her. Not that it mattered much now that she’s grown.

“Uh yeah I probably got one around here somewhere, come pop a squat while I look.” he gestures to the chair beside him.

Your legs wobble while you move into the garage, it smelled so uniquely of him. His leather jacket draped over the back of his chair, smoke in the air, and metal music playing lowly in the background.

His space made you feel at home, the garage door was open so you could see the sun setting in the sky, and the metal music is weirdly comforting. You find yourself tapping your feet to the beat.

Eddie went to his truck looking for an extra lighter and your eyes wander to his guitar. You can tell he really cares about it, its clean, the strings look freshly changed, and recently polished.

“Oh yeah she’s a beaut isn’t she?" He observes proudly, leaning against his car with a new found lighter in hand.

“Yeah really pretty Mr. Munson,” you remark.

He smiles at you, “Here ya go, I don’t know how much juice is left in it.” He hands you the lighter, for the few seconds your hands connect you see how much bigger his hands are than yours, it almost makes you topple over in your chair.

“Thanks,” you reply. You grab the lighter with your hand and put it in your pocket and push out of the chair headed back into the house.

“Were you always this shy?” he asks inquisitively.

You turn around to face him confused by his question, you never really considered yourself shy, it just takes some time for you to come out of your shell.

“Shy?” you reply. fidgeting with a loose string on your sweatpants, your lips in a fine line.

“Yeah..you just seem.. shy or sad maybe, you doin okay?” he presses

You sigh hard trying to find the right words to explain the last few years and what would be appropriate to share with your best friends dad. “I’m fine really, just a long few days.” you share and smile to try and make it convincing.

He clicks his tongue and you know that he doesn’t believe you, your heart sinks. You never want to put your sadness or hurt onto anyone else, you’re a big girl and you can handle it on your own. You change the subject to the empty beer glass on the table in front of him, “Need another beer?” you ask

“Read my mind darlin, thanks,” he replies.

You head to the kitchen to grab him his beer and head back to the garage to bring it to him. When you get back he’s back at it strumming on his guitar in his own world, you wish for a second maybe you could just sit in his little world with him, it’s quiet and peaceful, no thinking required. You set the beer on the table and turn to head back upstairs.

“Hey Y/N, if you need anything or even just to talk I’m around, I know I’m not Violet, but if you need another friendly face, I’m here.” he smiles warmly at you.

Your heart melts, of course he’s the sweetest man in the whole world. “Thank you Mr. Munson that really means a lot,” you blush. Thankful to have one more person in this town on your side.

You close the door behind you and rush back upstairs hoping Violet doesn’t notice how long you’ve been gone. You hear voices and giggling on the other side of the door,

She’s on the phone with Quinn.

“She’s returned! Come here I want you to meet Quinn!” she exclaims. You breathe out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, no excuse necessary. Your friendship with Violet has always easier than breathing. You spend the rest of the night smoking weed and talking on the phone with her partner, glad to have the distraction from your recent interaction with her dad.

Did he really mean what he said? Or was he also just being nice? I guess he kind of has to be nice to me, being his daughters best friend. Plus he’s so out of my league, a man like him would never go for a girl like me, right?

Only time will tell.

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[urhoneycombwitch]

breathe in the air

eddie x reader x steve. part i

foreword: this is part one/set up for a fic I’ve been chewin’ on. cw is for both parts and will get updated- no actual smut in this first one but please heed the tags anyway. +18 mdni as always. (@somnambulic-thing you inspired me to write from Eddie’s pov! 💖)

cw: smoking (weed and nicotine), R’s hair is mentioned but unspecified texture/length, also wears Eddie’s shirt, R has breasts + V,  Eddie and Reader are both varying degrees of stoned while performing sex acts (please be safe IRL and don’t read if that makes you uncomfy!!), pt. ii will have: voyeurism (Eddie and R fool around and Steve watches), blow jobs, masturbation, both the boys being Down Bad™️

wc: 2.5k (part i)

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The sun has sunk low over Forest Hills, Eddie’s room cast in deep blue where the golden path of his bedside lamp doesn’t touch.

He’s lighting up a post-sex cigarette, one of the best things this shitty world has to offer, in his opinion- second only to feeling your warm body against his; writhing and wriggling with pleasure, neck craned to let him lick the sloping sweat from your skin- or times like now, when you’re calm and satiated, nude under the comfort of sheets and the weight of your head on his chest.

Casting a hand out to shuffle blindly through the bedside table, Eddie wraps his other arm around the sleepy length of you, pulling you tighter to himself; your response a wordless, happy little noise. His hand deep in the drawer catches on a stray cigarette, then around the hard plastic of a spare lighter. With a sigh of contentment, he kisses the top of your head before bringing the filter to his lips.

Sparks catch under his thumb, cherry of the cig burning red- like some sort of sleeper agent responding to the click, you sit up with a jolt, stealing the mess of sheets upwards, exposing Eddie’s lower half to the cool air.

Eddie swears, startled- thinking you were almost asleep, he’d been nearly careless with the open flame- tossing the lighter aside, he reaches towards your back that now faces him. “Jesus, babe. Give a guy some warning before you snap to attention like a damn general.”

Thumb pressed to the notches of your spine, palm wide around your lower back, Eddie can feel the quiet giggle that shakes through your ribs.

 “Sorry,” you whisper once you’re finished, still staring at the far wall like you're trying not to break a spell. Your arms are crossed, sheets bunching around your chest- “Had a thought.”

“Must’ve been a good one,” Eddie muses, thumb following the line of your spine down, like he’s petting an oversized cat.

In true feline fashion your back arches into his touch, encouraging his palm to sweep up again, to your shoulder blade this time as you murmur, “I wanna go swimming.”

“Okay.” Eddie’s immediately agreeable, taking a long drag from the cig, letting smoke fill out the hollows around his lungs. “We’ll go to Lover’s Lake tomorrow. Heard it’s gonna be a hot one.”

Hawkins is having a record heat wave for the second summer in a row- as if all the damn underground monster shit and horrific earthquakes of last year weren’t enough already: global warming to top it all off. The sun has been merciless these last few weeks, peaking midday, nothing for it but to lie in a heated daze on the kitchen tiles of whoever’s house is the least amount of bitch to get to.

Not that Eddie’s complaining about you being half-naked most of the time. He thinks this is the year you might actually kill him, now that he can touch you, call you his- every curve of upper calf in those short shorts, every soft slip of stomach peeking out from cropped tops- he’s got enough spank bank material to last until his deathbed. (Which he’s decidedly allowed to joke about, since, ya know, the whole almost-dying thing last spring.)

Eddie moves on haptic memory to set aside his cigarette, searching pinky-out for the lip of the ashtray (ceramic, with a poorly-drawn Snoopy, the ears far too big- you’d laughed until you cried over it at the thrift store; he was fifty cents poorer that day but rich and dizzy off your glee). 

“No, not the lake. And I wanna go swimming now.” There’s a hint of petulance in your voice, walking the thin line of childish whine that only appears these days after you’ve smoked, tongue and desires loosened and lax with the help of the finest hash stash in Hawkins. 

There’s a smile threatening to split Eddie’s face in two. He’s been working at that hard-won wall of your solitude for ages now, showing rather than telling you it’s okay to ask for things, that you’re safe to make requests and hell, even demands, from him. Eddie’s not sure what he wouldn’t do for you, at this point- hasn’t found that line yet. Probably doesn’t exist.

A monster of my own design, he thinks, fondly, sweeping the hair from your neck so he can see the outline of cheek and jawbone, reflective with lamplit glow. “Baby, there’s nowhere to swim right now- it’s dark and that’s not real safe. Tomorrow I’ll make us some sandwiches- we can drive out to the lake, you can get stoned and I’ll play lifeguard.”

It’s probably too much to hope you’ve swallowed this bitter pill of compromise in silence, but based on the lack of response, it’s certainly possible. Eddie presses his thumb into the muscle where your neck meets shoulder, massage a silent apology for saying no when you’d been so good to ask. 

Crickets chirp in chorus outside, sound dampened by the glass window- he needs to open it soon, get the hot air out and night breeze flowing (though he is loath to replace the heady smell of sex wrapped like a cozy blanket around his room).

He feels you shuffle under his hand, eyes popping open to watch- you’ve tucked your chin over the dip in your shoulder, looking down the slope of your own nose at him, an expression on your face that makes Eddie’s stomach flip (with nerves, fear, excitement, hard to pinpoint exactly).

Your voice is quiet but steady when you speak, Eddie’s massaging fingers freezing to a halt when you say, “I know a place, open right now, with a lit-up pool. And a lifeguard.”

A thin tendril of smoke from the ashtray floats into Eddie’s vision as he stares blankly at the ceiling for a moment. Then he sits up, crushing the cherry into Snoopy’s wavered outline (sorry, pal) before brushing arms with you, patient and stern with a headshake to match- “No way, sweetheart.”

“Why-y?” That petulance is back, Eddie’s heart kicking up in response; it’s your turn to give the physical affection, winding your arms in a closed loop around his neck, forehead bumping against his jaw as he works it back and forth. 

His stitched-tight resolve quickly unspools as the wet plush of your lips track a path across his throat; he clears it before squeezing at your side again, one last argument to try and stick like cooked spaghetti to a wall. “You’re high.”

You snort, puff of breath sending goosebumps across his skin, rapidly cooling from lack of your affection- “Yeah, and you’re not. So you can drive us there, and then smoke again with me before we go in, and Stevie boy will keep us safe in that nice, heated, well-lit pool of his.”

Even as you speak, Eddie’s shaking his head, but it’s more in disbelief of his own weakness (namely: you). He slips a hand to your cheek, pulling back to take you in- mischief shimmering like twin stars in your eyes as you lock onto his gaze, lips parting pliant when his thumb swipes at your bottom lip. 

“You gonna behave yourself?”

It’s less of a question and more of a check-in, the meaning behind the words an undulating variable, a riddle with a thousand different answers.

The one you do give is complimented by a wicked grin, punctuated with a quick kiss (awfully chaste, considering your bare front pressed against his), your mirthful delight at having won both unsettling and tantalizing.

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

With a sudden push to his chest, Eddie goes down easy for you, hair spreading riotous across the pillow as you move with shocking fluidity to throw a leg over his hip. Your hands meet in the middle of his chest, just under the rippling ink of a crow in flight, settling your weight comfortably on his stomach. 

Eddie’s sure you can feel his pulse, jack-rabbit fast, as you dip to kiss beneath his jaw. His hands automatically settle on your hips, grip tightening with each loving kiss you scatter over his collarbones, his sternum.

He’s half-hard under the sheets by the time your lips find the hitch of his ribs, stuttering and expanding to meet your mouth- can’t be faulted, really, not when your bare chest gleams in the low light, the top of your head imploring for the warmth of his wide palm to rest. 

Just when Eddie thinks he’s in the clear, that the call of your needs (evident in the slickness pooling just under his navel where your naked cunt rests) will drive the call of your wants to distraction, you sit up again, using your planted hands as leverage to swing completely off and away.

The coldness of your absence is cruel and unusual punishment. Eddie groans, scrubbing a hand down his face, deciding right then that he won’t be above begging tonight- when you suddenly reappear with a clean beach towel in either arm, pulled from the bowels of his closet.

There’s youthful, honest enthusiasm to your movements- something that’s catching, apparently, ‘cuz Eddie’s tipping himself out of bed with a resigned sigh, pulling boxers over his flagging dick and answering your spree of questions about these new evening plans.

“Sure, bring a water bottle. No, babe, we don’t need sunscreen- it’s night. Yeah, I’ll bring more weed. How ‘bout you bring me that old shoulder bag and we can bring some stuff with us.”

As you work on digging through the mess of a combined closet to find something suitable for swimming, Eddie folds the two towels that you’d found along with a baggie of joints into the bag. You’re humming under your breath while getting dressed, and Eddie’s staring at all the leftover space- what does one pack for a nighttime high swim with one’s girlfriend and the guy you’ve both sort-of mentioned threesoming with?

He tosses in a well-loved edition of your favorite book of poems, figuring the Harrington abode will have plenty of snacks. Food for the mind, he thinks, then snorts at his own joke. 

“C’mon, snorty.” You beckon from the doorway, an old t-shirt of his just swishing past the dark strip of your bikini bottoms, van keys held aloft. 

At the front door, there’s a brief argument about coats (you think you’ll be fine without, Eddie disagrees vehemently) which Eddie wins, wrangling your arms into the sleeves of his oil-stained work jacket before locking the front door behind you both.

Eddie smiles, a secret, pure thrill watching you tiptoe gingerly across the gravel on bare feet (too stubborn to actually wear the sandals that hang from either hand). His coat is bunched up around your ears while your legs poke out like some sort of winterized bird with bare legs. 

There’s a bright pang of love that suddenly hits hits sideways, a dizzying urge to sink on denim knees to the ground, sharp rocks be damned, just to kiss the tender spot behind your knees, to feel the hill of your calf under his tongue…

Your giggle breaks his reverie, impatient and pointed jiggling of the locked passenger handle clunking out into the quiet park. “Quit staring, weirdo. You coming?”

Hope so, Eddie thinks, spinning the key ring in looping arcs around his pointer finger. He bypasses the porch steps completely, boots hitting the gravel with a satisfying crunch. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Your cheery mood is sustained during the short car ride as you chatter animatedly about some coworker drama that you forgot to catch him up on, Eddie’s hand drawn like a magnet to your upper thigh while he drives. 

But by the time he’s pulling the van next to Harrington’s beemer, your eagerness has waned, speech drifting off into silence once he’s parked. 

“Hey.” His voice draws you back to him, a bit, your eyes too wide and roving for his liking, coat sleeves clenched around opposing fists as you hang onto his words. “Sweetheart. We don’t have to go inside. Can go anywhere- diner for some food, back home, the damn trash heap for all I care. Just want you to feel safe.”

“I do,” you counter, earnest but chest still punching a fast rhythm. “I feel safe. I just… you think he’s even awake?”

There’s a yellow glow coming from one of the second-floor windows. Your fingers twist harshly around fabric in the dark, breath loud. 

Eddie nods, then kills the engine and grabs behind his seat for the Ziploc of pre-rolls, an offering held to you between two ringed fingers. “Want a bit of Green Courage before going in?”

The van windows are soon fuzzily obscured with a haze of smoke, sprinklers for the pristine lawn nearby hissing to an automated start at the turn of 11 PM. The weed coaxes your earlier state of relax to the forefront, this time with an added layer of giggles, which Eddie finds desperately cute. 

He’s sure he’s high now, too, ‘cuz he’s unintentionally focusing really hard on your lips as you speak, and you’re letting him, corner of your mouth quirking when you ask, “Gonna take me inside, Munson?”

“Uh huh.” An automatic response, just so he can keep staring- when you pop the handle of your door open Eddie reaches, faltering before landing on your face, cupping the tilt of your cheek- “Meant it. Earlier. Just say the word. Take you anywhere.”

Weed fragments his speech but you melt with understanding, leaning into his hand, your lashes sweeping sweetly at the bridge of his thumb as you whisper, “Okay.”

You’re out the door and he’s left scrambling in the wake, hauling the strap of the packed bag over one shoulder and snapping up your forgotten shoes from the footwell. He locks the doors (nevermind that this is a nice neighborhood, can’t trust rich people farther than he can throw ‘em and Eddie has always been better at running over shotput on field days) and hikes it across the grass to where you stand, a beacon of beauty under the porch light.

“Ready?” he asks.

Your bare foot- flecked with wet grass- trails up the back of your opposing leg, veins at the whites of your eyes spidering pink with anticipation (and the fresh joint) as you turn to smile at him. “Yeah. Bring it on.”

“Your wish, my command,” Eddie says, winking, knuckles pulled into a fist to rap at the front door of one Steve Harrington. 

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[END: PART ONE]

[littledemondani]

. . . 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔦'𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♱

hellooo! here is where you can find all of the content for my kinktober event. this will begin oct. 1st and end oct. 31st. i'll be posting one blurb daily (hopefully, fingies crossed) at 9pm CST. i'm so excited to start sharing what i've come up with and i hope you all enjoy it.

this event is 18+ only as it will have darker themes and smut. no minors allowed whatsoever. get the hell off my lawn.

i'll be using this prompt list by @flightlessangelwings. gif credit: @machine-slays-dragons

navigation

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔫𝔢: love bites / overstimulation (modern fboy!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔬: knife play (ghostface!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: monster au / 69 (vampire!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯: sex pollen / forced orgasm (eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢: table sex / threesome (rockstar!eddie munson x rockstar!reader x rockstar!steve harrington) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔵: sexting/phone sex (modern!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢���𝔢𝔫: partner swap / spanking (steve harrington x reader, eddie munson x reader)

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱: cockwarming / rough sex (modern!gamer!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢: hunter/prey / role play (eddie munson x reader x steve harrington) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔢𝔫: stripping / double penetration (rockstar!eddie munson x reader x rockstar!steve harrington) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫: blindfold / degradation (mean!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢: gun play (ghostface!eddie munson x reader x ghostface!steve harrington) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: body worship / being recorded (eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: object insertion (eddie munson x reader)

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: against a wall / size kink (modern!roommate!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: lap dance (rockstar!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: praise kink / rimming (sub!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: squirting / dacryphilia (fboy!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫: somnophilia (perv!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶: corruption / sex toys (eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢: hate sex (eddie munson x reader)

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔴𝔬: voice kink / virginity (virgin!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢: dirty talk / begging / cnc (modern!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯: lingerie / edging (perv!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢: mirror sex / breeding (eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔰𝔦𝔵: deep throating / choking (older!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫: period sex (vampire!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱: intercrural sex / cock rings (eddie munson x reader)

𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔢: fingering / cream pie / gagging (fboy!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶: cunninlingus / costumes (modern!fboy!eddie munson x reader) 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔬𝔫𝔢: free space

[quixoticall]

This Could Get Ugly Masterlist

18+ mdni

Part 1 of Look At Us Now

Now: Everybody knows famous 80s pop rock band, The Downsides, but no one knows the reason behind their mysterious breakup at the height of their success. Rumors of love triangles, infidelity, drug addiction and more than one onstage fight have swirled around for years following the band’s split in 1989. Years later, one determined journalist is uncovering it all through a series of interviews that will finally reveal the truth.

Then: It's 1983 and The Downsides need another lead singer and you just happen to need a band--it's a perfect match. The only issue? You have to pretend to be in a relationship with your bandmate, Steve Harrington, but you can't help but be drawn to the band's broody guitar player.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader, e.m. x fem!reader, j.b. x n.w., r.b x n.w.

warnings: It's the Daisy Jones and the Six!AU, Enemies to friends to lovers, Love triangles, sex, drugs, rock and roll, etc., fake relationships, slow-burn, pining, ANGST, bad parents all around (this is going to be long and messy), smut in later chapters, slow burn, enemies to fwb to lovers, miscommunication trope

Each chapter will also have individual warnings per chapter.

Prologue

TRACKLIST🎸

Track 1: Before the Beginning

Track 2: The Beginning

Track 3: The Upside Down Tour

Track 4: The End of the Beginning

Track 5: The Beginning of the End

Track 6: Sophomore Album Blues (coming soon)

THE PLAYLIST 🎵

BREAKING NEWS! 📰

Saubrosa--October 9, 1983

The Upside Down Tour Poster—1984

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red velvet cake - bf!eddie munson x fem!reader x brother!steve harrington

Summary: Your relationship continues to blossom with Eddie, however your older brother Steve isn’t the biggest fan and lines are tested

Warnings: swearing, smoking, tense situations, angst, fight fight fight, let me know if I miss anything!

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a/n: Hey, all! Welcome to my first official post! If you enjoy, please like, reblog, etc! This was just a lil blurb, but I have other things in the works, so I’m hoping this goes well and I can continue to share with you all!

               “I need you and your big hair to calm down.”

           Your brother looked to you quickly from the bathroom mirror, his face scrunched up at your comment.  “My hair is not big.”

           “You say that and yet you’ve gone through your second can of hair spray this month,” you retorted, grabbing the can quickly in your hand.

           Steve snatched for it but you held it behind you, ceasing any attempt of him grabbing it.  He sighed with a comb still lodged in his brown tuffs and leaned back against the counter.  Another disagreement between the two of you.  Nothing was new seeing as that was the typical way a brother and sister relationship stemmed.  From the time you were born, only a short year after Steve, you were at each other’s throats constantly and could never come to an agreement on anything.  Steve would steal your favorite toy that day from the toybox, so you’d steal the TV remote and sit on it to his disdain when your parents allowed you both to pick the nightly movie after dinner.  You’d spread gossip in the middle school of your older brothers crush on Tammy Thompson (before the singing career), and somehow most girls still believed in cooties, so he’d steal your clothes from your locker before gym class was over.  Today’s topic of conversation once again revisited your current dating life and now you were stealing his most prized possession.  This was the never ending, vicious, and annoying cycle only those who had a sibling could understand at the end of the day.

           “I really don’t see what the big deal is,” you said, crossing your arms.  “Eddie and I have been seeing each other for almost a year now and you still refuse to hang out with him.”

           “Yeah, it’s Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.  He runs that club Dustin and Mike are in, huge nerd, and he’s in a band that plays at the Hideout” he grumbled.  “Also, he’s way older than you.”

           “He’s twenty, Steve.  It’s not like I’m a kid anymore,” you replied.  “Also, he’s a senior.  I’m a senior.  And Hellfire is actually really cool if you’d take up the invites I’ve extended.”

           Steve shook his head, wagging his finger.  “No, no, you’re a senior.  This is his third time being a senior.”

           “And he’s gonna graduate!  He finally has a C in Mrs. O’Donnell’s!”

           “It’s still weird.  And just because you date him doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

           A groan escaped you and your arms dropped from their defensive position.  “But the least you could do is be civil with him.  I can’t bring him over because you make everything so uncomfortable, and now with Nancy’s party coming I’d just like the two of you to get along for once!”

           Steve looked to you after your minor outburst and his eyes traveled your face.  He couldn’t help but be a little annoyed by you but he hated that in a sense, you were right.  He’d only based his opinions on Eddie off of what he knew from when he went to Hawkins High and what he heard around town.  You’d always dealt with his on and off again flings that never worked out and continued to accept each one as they came through the door so why couldn’t he do the same for you?  It might be the older sibling in him screaming at him to watch out for his baby sister but you were getting older and dating was just naturally right behind.  The thought ran a chill down Steve’s spine.

           “Fine,” he sighed, standing straight.  “I’ll…  I’ll try. Just this once.  But I’m not going to the board game nights, though.”

           You squealed and the jump that came with it shocked your brother.  You could get past his comments this once.  “Thank you, thank you!  Oh, Steve, I could hug you!”  You made a face realizing what just came out of your mouth and you shook your head.  “But I won’t.  Gross.  Here’s your even grosser hairspray, I have to go call Eddie!”

           You shoved the can back in his hand and spun on your heels, now ready to face your boyfriend and his dislike for Steve.  Steve, however, felt a small smile creep up on his face at your antics.  His head snapped up at ‘hairspray’ and he groaned.

           “It’s not just hair spray!” he yelled after you, before looking to himself in the mirror.  “It’s Farrah Fawcett spray.”

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             Eddie had come to pick you up for your nightly drive together as soon as you had called, and you couldn’t help the excitement that buzzed in you.  He took note of this and turned down the head pounding sounds of Motley to focus in as soon as you had climbed in the passenger seat.  “What’s got you riled up, sweetheart?  Missed me that much?”

           You smirked, looking to the doe eyed boy. “You’re so full of it, Eds.”

           He tossed his hand to his heart, making those big eyes of his twinkle in the light of the dashboard.  “Only full of my love for you.”

           You couldn’t help the laugh that bustled out and Eddie soon joined in, his hand now grabbing yours in his.  He squeezed gently and you squeezed back, the cold of his rings sending goosebumps up your arm.  “Now come on, spill.  You sounded way too excited on the phone.”

You nodded.  “While yes, I definitely missed you, I talked to Steve today about Nancy’s party.”

           His hand lost a little grip to yours and you looked to him quickly, the smile on his face slowly disappearing and you frowned in response.  “Eddie, it was a good conversation.  He didn’t even say much in the negative category.”

           “Much?” Eddie scoffed.  “So I’m guessing we’re gonna talk about it.”

           “Well, yeah.  I mean, I would just really like you both to get along,” you shrugged.  

           Eddie made a face.

           “For one night.”

           An eyebrow raised as he looked at you.            “For me.”

           That was it.  Right there.  Eddie was caught.  How could he say no to you?  Your relationship had been nothing but perfect, and there was a happy balance of entertaining each others interests.  You’d attend Hellfire meetings with him and watch Corroded Coffin practice, he’d come to your piano recitals and help you finish your notes for book club.  You’d share musical interests with each other and watch every movie under the sun, and you’d both agree Sixteen Candles would never been an option.  His Uncle Wayne had taken an immense liking to you as soon as you and Eddie became friends, he’d even tag along to your piano recitals sometimes when work didn’t have him in a chokehold.  

           “I know you two have never really liked each other, but you’re my boyfriend, he’s my brother.  At the end of the day I don’t want to have to pick between the two of you, and Steve has agreed to set aside all of it for the party.  I just want you to be in the same boat.”

           “Is it just one night?” Eddie questioned, his eyes searching yours.

           “If I can get one night of civil between you two, I can die happy,” you smiled softly.  “And besides, it’ll be fun.  Everyone will be there, the kids, Nancy, Robin, Jonathon, and I’m making your favorite.”

           “Stop,” he gasped, the twinkle coming back and he grinned. “Please tell me it’s your red velvet cake.”

           “With the homemade icing,” you nodded, watching him throw the theatrics back on and he fanned himself.  “Mrs. Wheeler has been asking for the recipe since I made it at Holly’s birthday last year, figured the party would be a good time to make it.”

           “It’s always a good time for anything you cook,” Eddie praised, making you shift in your seat.  “Now I’m really looking forward to this party.”

           “Well,” you sighed, adjusting yourself in your seat and turning your full body towards him.  “I know something that might help the wait.”

           He noticed the change in your tone and his eyes didn’t lose the glimmer, just a different glimmer now displayed and he double checked the gear and threw it in park, having turned into the high school parking lot. “Oh?  Did you make something else for me?”

           “I brought only the best for you,” you smiled, leaning up and across the console separating you.  

           Eddie bit his lower lip and his hand grabbed lightly at your face.  “Show me, princess.”

           Immediately obliging, you pressed your lips to his and he quickly pulled you over the console, resting in his lap.  He seemed to take all of this better than Steve. Maybe the party would work out in your favor, hell, maybe they could even be friends by the end of it? Maybe?  Right?

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             “I think it’s nice you’re setting aside your differences for your sister,” Nancy said, pouring a bag of chips into a large serving bowl.  Robin and Steve were helping her with last minute food prep as they awaited everyone to arrive.  Pizza was already there, sodas were in the cooler, Robin even brought movies from Family Video and Steve dug out the old board games your parents had stored away.

           “It’s just for tonight,” Steve retorted, grabbing a Coke and quickly opening it.  He could feel his usual nerves heightened with the agreement between you and him. He’d never admit it, but having his little sister genuinely involved with someone was a huge thing for him (but also it being Eddie didn’t exactly please him either).  “I told her I’d try for tonight.”

           “Why don’t you, I dunno, try everyday?” Robin said, raising an eyebrow.  “You’re missing out on future brother in law bonding time.”

           Steve winced, groaning out and waved his hands. “No, no, no, don’t say that.  You don’t know that.”

           “Ah, but you don’t know either,” the short haired fiend quipped and shrugged.  “Also it wouldn’t kill you to maybe get to know Eddie and form your own opinion. He’s sat with us at lunch a few times, he’s not so bad.”

           Steve looked to Nancy, his face stressed.  “Can you believe this?”

           Nancy pursed her lips, finishing up last touches. “I don’t think it’s honestly a big deal.”

           “What?  You agree?” Steve said.  “You’ve seen Munson and-“

           “And,” Nancy interrupted.  “-nothing.  I don’t have an opinion on Eddie because I don’t know him that well.”

           Robin gestured in support, throwing her arms out in front of her.  “See?”

           “Well he doesn’t make the effort either,” Steve defended.  “So why should I?”

           “One of you has to, or you both have the chance of losing y/n,” Nancy responded, raising her eyebrow at him.  “It takes effort from both of you.”

           “But-“

           The sound of shouting and laughing came from the front room and Nancy looked at him once more.  “Behave.”

           Steve sighed as the kids piled in the kitchen, scurrying over each other and grabbing what their hands could before Nancy shooed them.  “We have more people coming, guys, come on!”

           Jonathon followed in, shouting after Will and Dustin as they brushed past him into the living room.  He smiled kindly to Steve and soon took to the tension that radiated from the older boy.  “You alright?”

           Steve nodded, taking a quick drink of his Coke. “Yeah, just being scolded by women. Again.”

           Jonathon laughed briefly before Steve spoke up once more.  “Is my sister here yet?”

           “Uh, I think her and Eddie weren’t too far down the road,” he replied.  “I passed them on the way here.”

“Good, good,” he nodded. “Great, wonderful, terrific.”

           Steve continued on a tangent of positive words and Jonathon glanced between the two girls, pointing to Steve with an eyebrow raised.  Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head.  Robin shrugged, sipping exceptionally loud on her drink.  Jonathon made a face at both of them and could only anticipate what to expect going into tonights events.

           The same thought had been crossing Eddie’s mind all day. He knew that despite how he felt, he needed to try his best for you.  That meant setting aside how he felt about your brother, how Steve made him feel all those years in school, every single time Steve laid the ‘freak’ bit on thick – Eddie was preparing himself to leave it all at the door as soon as you arrived to the party.  He could only hope Steve was on the same page and tonight would move rather seamlessly.  If all went according to plan, maybe they could continue hating each other again bright and early tomorrow morning.

           “Whoa!” you yelped, almost bumping into Eddie who had stopped in front of you.  The cake in your hands was fragile cargo and you swerved, saving it from meeting it’s demise with the pavement.  “Jeez, Eds, if you want any of this cake I would appreciate if you kept both feet moving or a heads up would be greatly appreciated.”

           He turned abruptly and made a face, scratching the back of his head.  “Um, yeah, sorry, sweetheart.  Just lost in thought."

           You couldn’t help but smile softly at him.  His nerves were on full display and you knew Steve was most likely in the same boat.  You’d do whatever you could to ease both of the boys tensions, to prevent anything from escalating, and you hoped they both knew you were on their sides and not against them.  It would be beneficial not just for you but the group, too, if there was common ground and structure and not the constant state of tension so thick, of awkward conversations, of debating if it should be both Steve and Eddie invited or one or the other.  Not only was it hard for you, but your friends who were also in the same predicament you were with two of the group members holding it out for one another.

           “It’s gonna be fine, Eds,” you said as you stepped up the small step to the door.  “Deep breaths, like I taught you.”

           He snorted, pushing the door open for you.  “Aye, aye, captain.”

           The eye roll that followed had Eddie pinching at your hips, causing you to yelp and laugh, trying to escape the attack.  “Eddie, stop!  I have a cake in-“

           Your back met with a firm surface and you gasped, hands gripping the dish even tighter.  You wobbled slightly, your feet finding an uneven surface and hands gripped your arms to keep you from tripping even further.  The eyes of Steve looked back at yours when you glanced back and you sighed, standing straighter after regaining your footing.  “I almost dropped the cake, Steve.”

           “Maybe Eddie shouldn’t goof off as much, then,” he stated plainly, removing his hands and making eye contact with Eddie who had set his lips in a fine, tight line at the statement.

           “Come on, Steve,” Nancy quipped, stepping in the room. “He was just being a little silly, that’s all.  Y/n, Eddie, there’s food and drinks in the kitchen!  Come on, I’ll help you get that cake in a safer spot.”

           You smiled to Nancy, looking back at Eddie and raised an eyebrow.  He shook his head and held up his pack of cigarettes, slipping past the three of you and towards the back doors.  A frown soon replaced the former smile and you slipped pass Steve into the kitchen. Nancy gave him a stern look and hustled behind you.  This would be a long night.

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             Eddie had rejoined the festivities shortly after his two cigarettes, his nerves only escalating at Steve and his comment.  Right off the bat, he had thought, he just had to jump into an accusatory stance.  He bit his tongue in your defense, but how long could he keep that up?  Jonathon and him had gotten into conversation you had overheard, and watched quietly from a distance.  Nancy and Robin chitchatted next to you, and the kids were already causing Steve’s inner mother to kick in.  Lucas and Mike were tossing a ball back and forth in the living room, Dustin and Will had turned on their favorite radio station and were singing much off tune to Madonna (much to everyone’s surprised enjoyment, even Eddie who only ever consumed that of every heavy 80’s metal or hairband), and Max and El were currently in a contest of who could crush a soda can the fastest: Max against her forehead, or El with her actually head?  Steve was in the current stages of trying to prevent possible brain damage, to both.  Erica was continuously bugging you for a slice of cake, to which you turned her down everytime.

           “Nerd,” she’d grumble.

           “Don’t you agree?” Robin asked, bumping her hip into yours and you quickly looked to her, eyebrows raised.  You waited and she glanced to Nancy, then back.  “Have you really not been listening?  Babes, this is the impending doom of the possibility of not getting new band uniforms.”

           “Oh, no,” you breathed, the end of ‘no’ hitching slightly in question and you couldn’t help the giggle that followed when Robin groaned.  Nancy joined in the laughter and Robin threw her hands up in exasperation.  

           “Fine!  I’ll go complain to Steve!”

           “That might be good, actually,” you suggested, watching Steve stumble by with Dustin on his back and attempting to smack his hands away. “Looks like he could use the help.”

           “Dustin!  Dustin, Steve is not a piñata!” Robin hollered, following after them as you and Nancy watched in amusement.

           “So,” Nancy started in, refilling your cups and returning her gaze to the events taking place in the room next to you.  “They haven’t fought.”

           “Ssh!” you snapped quickly, looking to her.  “Nance, you’ll jinx it!  This is the most I’ve seen them not go at each other, even if they are just keeping to themselves.  It’s a start and I’d like to keep it that way.”

           “How long do you think it’ll keep up, though?” she asked honestly.  When you frowned at her question she set a hand on your arm.  “I want you happy, you’re my friend.  Knowing those two bone heads, though, I just worry they’ll drop the façade when you aren’t looking.”

           Your frown creased even further into your face.  “I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Nance.  It’s my brother and my boyfriend.  I love them both, but I don’t wanna lose either of them.”

           “I know,” Nancy sighed, before perking up.  “What if-“

           “Watch it!” Steve shouted, and all eyes directed into the living room.  

           Eddie dusted Dustin’s shoulders off, before looking to Steve.  “You almost crashed the kid into the bookshelf, man, you should be the one watchin’ it.”

           Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes.  “Like earlier when you nearly pummeled my sister into the ground?”

           “Goddammit, Nancy,” you mumbled before stepping up a ways. “Steve, it was-“

           His eyes cast to you and he scoffed.  “An accident?  Like anytime y’all horse around?”

           “Hey,” Eddie snapped, stepping up to your side. “I’ve never laid a hand on her like that.”

           “Like what?” Steve retorted.

           “You know exactly what you mean,” Eddie said.

           Jonathon stepped up now, followed by Dustin.  “Come on, guys, everyone just caught up in the moment.  Everyone’s good.”

           Steve shook his head.  “I’ll be good when he’s gone.”

           “Steve!” Nancy said, shaking her head.

           “Like hell!” Eddie laughed.  “I was invited!”

           You sat a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking to him. “Eddie, calm down.”

           “Fine!  Then I’ll go!” Steve said, and he looked to you.  “Come on, Y/N, we’re leaving.”

           Everyone stared, Robin trying to talk quietly to Steve who was having none of it.  Nancy looked to Jonathon with a worried expression and the kids clamored to the other side of the room, just watching.  You stared at your brother in disbelief and shook your head.  “Steve, we just all need a break, please!  Let’s just all breathe a second!”

           “We can breathe at home.”

           Steve stepped up and grabbed your arm, causing Eddie to grab the other.  You squeaked at the force of the two boys, looking to Nancy with wide eyes.  They had never escalated to protectiveness with you involving each other in the same moment, it had never gotten this heated before and the worry crept in the pit of your stomach, causing bile to slowly rise in the back of your throat.  You swallowed it down, the panic on your face evident and Nancy immediately jumped in.

           “Boys!” Nancy yelled, grabbing onto Steve and Jonathon grabbing Eddie.

           “Come on, guys, this is stupid,” Jonathon added and patted Eddie on his back.

           “She doesn’t wanna go,” Eddie snarled, staring Steve right in the face.

           “I’m her brother, older might I add, so what I say goes,” Steve responded, Nancy tugging on his belt loop.

           “Guys, please stop!” you cried, wiggling in their grips.  “You said you’d try!  Just break it up!”

           Dustin and Max came up, prying the older boys grips and Robin stepped up to pull you aside, her arm slipping around your shoulders. Eddie shook his head, chuckling to himself and turned away from Steve which caused Jonathon to loosen his grip. Nancy kept a petite finger interloped in Steve’s belt loop for safe keeping.  

           “Steve, why don’t we go outside for a minute?”  Nancy mumbled, tugging lightly.

           Steve broke his gaze on Eddie, wiping a hand down his face. He nodded slowly and turned towards her. “Yeah… yeah anything to get away from that freak.”

           The words slipped out without a second thought. Steve froze, as did everyone else, and eyes landed on Eddie.  The panic that set in was worse than the first time and you pulled away from Robin, going to Eddie immediately.  As soon as the words were out, Eddie’s shoulders tightened and his back went straight. Jonathon could see his face and he watched every emotion cross over it – shock, realization, anger, guilt, sadness, absolute rage.  Eddie couldn’t register who was near him and his hearing went into a high frequency pitch.  His eyes darkened and the only thing you felt was the shove, a rush of air, and your back hitting the counter of the island.  “Eddie, no!”

           Eddie swung first.  His fist connected quickly with Steve’s jaw and the elder boy stared stone cold at him as Steve stumbled to the ground.  

           “Shit,” Dustin muttered and everyone was quick in action.

           Steve jumped up from the ground, Will and Mike trying to hold him back while Jonathon and Dustin grabbed for Eddie.  Lucas moved Max and Erica out of the way and Robin and Nancy stepped up to your side.

           “Let me go!” Steve yelled.  “Let me go!”

           “Knock it off!” Mike snapped, stumbling at the tug Steve attempted away from the younger boys.

           “Come on!” Eddie cackled.  “Let pretty boy get a nice swing in!”

           “Don’t push it!” Jonathon snapped.

           “I’m slipping!” Dustin yelled, his palms clammy and his upper arm strength nonexistent in the pull Eddie had.

           “Eddie, Steve, stop!” you shouted.  “Stop right now!”

           “I’ll never understand what my sister sees in you!” Steve shouted, glaring.  “She could do so much better!”

           Eddie scoffed and licked his lips.  “Like I haven’t heard that before!  At least I can land a gal, you strike out on every chance you get!  So much for being the Hawkins King!”

           “Shut up!” you again yelled.  

           “Maybe you should listen to your girlfriend!  She’s clearly got the brains in this relationship!” Steve smirked.  “Third times a charm right?”

           “It’s no wonder she hates being at home!” Eddie started, and you froze.  “I wouldn’t want to be around someone as idiotic, full of themselves, and a kiss ass like you!”

           “Bullshit she doesn’t want to be at home!  It’s better than that trailer trash park you’re in! I’m surprised she hasn’t brought home bed bugs or lice!”

           “Ask her then!  You don’t even try to get to know her anyway, so what does it matter!”

           “I know my sister!”

           “Like hell!”

           Tears began to well in your eyes and you tried your best to swallow them down.  The adrenaline was suffocating, everyone getting their own taste of it.  Dustin’s grip slowly lost and Eddie pulled free the rest of the way, Steve finding his way out from Will and Mike.  Everyone started yelling all at once when the two got ahold of each other, causing mass chaos to ensue.  Fists flying, Eddie landed another blow to Steve’s eye – it would definitely be swollen in the next hour and shut completely by the end of the night.  Steve tumbled around with Eddie, landing two good blows into his ribs causing the metalhead to yell out – they weren’t broken but there would definitely be major bruising and tender for a while.  You attempted your own chance at pulling them apart, but the force of the two sent you stumbling and Nancy shouted, anger setting in for her at the two acting this way in her home.  “Knuckleheads, break it up or I’ll call Hopper!”

           The two continued their dance, nearly tumbling into the three of you and Steve slammed Eddie against the counter top.  Eddie flailed beneath him and Steve sent a blow to his jaw, causing Eddie to yelp in pain.  He glared up at Steve and reached around him for anything that would help him gain some traction.

           His hand landed in something mushy, his fingers feeling a heavy, thick, consistency on them but he went with it.  Eddie grabbed a fist full and landed a blow into Steve’s face, causing him to gasp and lose his hold.  Steve wiped his face, red crumbs and white icing coating his hand. He stared at it before looking up and it was on before you could stop them.  Steve grabbed his own fist full and the two went back to it, cake and icing flying in every which direction.  Food and drinks came with it and everyone yelled as soon, the entire party was coated in carbonation, crumbs of chips, and icing being flung every which direction.  Nancy tried to block herself, screaming out in anger.  Oh, how much trouble she was going to be in for this later.

           You felt the tears brimming, pushing, and soon tumbling over your waterline.  They were heavy, hot, and quickly cascading down your face.  Your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath and everything moved in slow motion in front of you.  The cake was destroyed, demolished, gone, as were any chances of your two favorite people reconciling and putting any differences behind them.  There went any chances of family dinners, trips, any chances of enjoying a Corroded Coffin show, any chances of a future that was healthy with either one.  You watched as they continued their antics, neither one of them sparing any glance to check on you, to see your reaction, for any sign or confirmation that you were okay.  In this moment, it was about Steve and Eddie.  It was always about Steve and Eddie.  Reflecting and looking back, even when it was you and only one of them, it turned around to discuss the other.

           Steve always wanted to know what Eddie was doing, who he was hanging out with, where you were going with him, if Eddie was trying to sell you weed, if you two were drinking.  Anything he could get dirt on for your parents.  Eddie always wanted to know what Steve was doing, if he was working, when he was working, and when he’d be home so he could plan exactly to come get you at the worst time just to annoy him.  It was little things, it was spiteful, and the two couldn’t leave high school behind.  Where did you even fit in to the equation?  At that point it’d be better for them to just date each other.

           Making your way to the now empty cake platter, a splash of Coke greeting you in the face on your trek, you grabbed the glass dish firmly in your hands.  The porcelain was completely clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been.  This is what your life would be now; clean, smooth, no crumbs of what had been.  The surface, slipping back and forth in your hands, would not survive this fight either. Arms raising above your head, you could hear your pulse in your ears, not even the shout from Robin when she saw what you were doing, it was so loud.  Even when you screamed out in frustration, you couldn’t hear how actually loud you were, how it was almost deafening as the realization set over the situation in front of you.  Most everyone covered their ears with their hands, wide eyed and cowering back from what was to come.  With your screaming, you quickly brought the plate crashing down to the kitchen tile and shards of glass went flying.  The small pieces grazed your bare calves, probably not the best time to be wearing shorts.  Steve and Eddie were the two closest to the line of fire, both of them turning away and blocking their faces.  When the glass had calmed, that’s when your screaming did, and the deafening silence that followed felt louder.

           Everyone looked around, food and drink covering every surface in the kitchen and half of the living room.  The glass had spread from the bottom of your feet into the line of the living room, down the tile of the kitchen, and even some had managed to bounce to the countertop.  All eyes slowly landed on you, Eddie and Steve both finally taking in the mass destruction of what they had caused.  Tears continued to stream down your face, mixed with the icing slabbed on your cheek and the stain of Coke all along the collar and upper shoulders of your shirt. Eddie looked to your legs and saw the thin lines of blood from the shards, before meeting your face again.  Steve watched as your shoulders shook from the sobs held in, your face as red as the cake you had made.  

           Oh shit, the cake.

           “Oh, baby,” Eddie started.

           “Kiddo, I-“ Steve added at the same time.

           “No!” you sobbed.  The room grew quiet again.  All eyes were on you.  This was your time.

           “I-“ you started, taking a deep breath to try and align yourself.  “I didn’t want to lose- to lose either of you.  I wanted th-this to work.  Just once!”

           Guilt began creeping over the boys, disappointment settled in Steve’s bones as he knew he let you down, Eddie feeling his own tears start to grow at the state you were in.  They didn’t want this.

           “But now,” you chuckled, causing both boys to go rigid in fear.  “Now I realize you’re losing me.”

           You looked to each of them, a sob tight in your chest and you choked it back.  With shaking hands, you wiped the remaining food from your face, and brushed past the two of them and everyone else.  The sobs finally racked your chest as you quickly made your way out the door, slamming it shut behind you.  

           Steve and Eddie looked around before looking at each other.  They both were fucked up.  And they had fucked up.  Big time.

[tyblackthornsheadphones]

steddie x afab!reader with a newborn headcanons

summary: steve and eddie’s baby girl is born and they won’t let her out of their sight

warnings: mentions of pregnancy and labor/birth, their daughter is named sophia (sophie) because that’s what me and my gf want to name our future daughter if we have one so i’m sorry if that’s your name, mentions of smut

part one | part three

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you live in hawkins in the 80s, so poly relationships are pretty uncommon and frowned upon. to make things easier usually only one of them goes to your appointments with you

before you found out the baby’s gender, everyone started making bets (it started by steve saying he knew it was a girl because of something he read in a parenting book about the way you were carrying)

(yes, steve buys parenting books. although a lot of the time he disagrees with what the books say to do so,, what’s the point of buying them?)

it was eddie’s turn to go to your appointment with you and he got so excited when he found out you were having a girl !!!

“i’m gonna be a girl dad!”

he’s so happy about it that you let him tell steve, and that conversation is actually the cutest thing ever, seeing them both smiling so widely and eddie bouncing up and down as he shares the news :((

surprisingly, labor was fairly easy for you and luckily there were no complications

(cue your two overprotective boyfriends panicking, while you have to be the calm one even though you’re the one in labor)

ten hours later and your little girl was born <33

it was obvious that she was eddie’s biologically because she was born with a full head of dark curls and his features mixed with yours, but steve didn’t care

she was still just as much his daughter as yours and eddie’s

everyone comes to the hospital to meet baby sophia munson <333

only dustin actually gets to hold her since mike and lucas and robin are all freaked out at the idea of holding a baby

steve already has pretty bad insomnia, so he’s always awake when sophie wakes up crying

she loves eddie playing guitar and singing for her, and you joke that she remembers it from during your pregnancy

eddie brings home this baby onesie

that starts his obsession with finding metal clothes for her. he gets her a leather jacket to match with him, cute little clothes with skull patterns, and even makes her a mini hellfire shirt

waking up in the morning surprised that you woke up naturally and not from sophie crying, and walking into her room to see steve talking to her and she’s giggling :(((

if you get postpartum body dysmorphia, they will not stop complementing you. “obviously your body looks different, you gave birth to a living, breathing human” and “you’re so strong and beautiful and amazing” and “we’re so lucky to have you, love” and “you’re so gorgeous”

calling sophie their princess and you their queen/king

she adores when eddie tells her stories. even if she doesn’t understand what he’s saying, he’s dramatic and makes funny voices and big gestures that make her smile so wide

the “mom steve” jokes triple now that he actually has a kid

steve starts to learn now to do different types of braids and long hair hairdos. he practices on you (if you have long enough hair) and eddie

“i have to be ready for when she’s older! who else will do it? clearly i’m the only one who should be in charge of teaching her proper hair care”

for the first two months after giving birth you refrain from having sex at doctor’s recommendation (you still enjoy watching them tho)

having your first date night since giving birth and leaving sophie with max (who wont admit that she likes the responsibility) and having the house to yourselves

they eat you out until your thighs shake from overstimulation, then take turns fucking you

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Love Stinks - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: aahhh! idk how I was able to complete this but I was!😊 hope you loves like it! also this is kinda set in a bit into the future and Eddie and Argyle work at the Hideout

Request -  Anonymous asked: Uh uh steddie dialog? Maybe something where the reader gets stood up/ghosted for being chubby and the 2 boys tell her she's perfect the way she is and then confess? Sorry I'm bot good with requests ^^;

Warnings: reader gets drunk and gets stood up, causing her to feel insecure but steddie to the rescue!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things :) gif isn’t mine :D 

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Love Stinks

I’ve had the blues, the reds and the pinks One thing for sure (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah  

“Hello?”

“Munson?”

“Argyle?”

“Yeah, sorry to bother you, man, I know it’s your night off but… I think you might want to come over to the bar” Argyle said through the phone.

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Look, there’s no way for me to say this that you’re not gonna freak out and tell Harrington but… your girl’s drunk, man” he told him.

“What? How drunk?” Eddie asked, getting Steve’s attention. Before Argyle could respond, he heard the music in the background and what was very distinctively your voice.

You didn't know what you were lookin' for Till you heard the voices in your ear

“Well… ‘getting-on-the-bar-and-singing-Cheap-Trick’s-Voices’ drunk” he admitted before Eddie heard you again.

Hey, it's me again Plain, you see again Please, can I see you every day?

“Shit! Why? What happened?”

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Steve asked, walking closer to Eddie.

“Princess is drunk” Eddie informed him.

I'm a fool again I fell in love with you again Please, can I see you every day?

“She asked me not to tell anyone-”

“Argyle!”

“Dude! She’s fine, okay? I’m keeping an eye on her, I just thought you two should know and maybe you should come get her” Argyle told him.

“Okay, fine. Thanks, man. We’re on our way” Eddie said, hanging up the phone.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked as Eddie grabbed his coat and Steve’s.

“Well, she’s at the bar and apparently she’s really drunk” he informed him.

“How drunk?”

“You remember how drunk you got for Buckley’s birthday?” Eddie smirked and Steve glared at him. “Drunker” he said as they left the apartment you three shared.

It wasn’t even ten minutes before the two entered the bar, thanks to Eddie driving and almost killing them (according to Steve).

“Do you see her anywhere?” Steve asked, looking through the sea of people.

“Uh, yeah” Eddie said, pointing at the bar where you stood, dancing happily to a new song now.

You love her, but she loves him And he loves somebody else You just can't win

And so it goes 'til the day you die This thing they call love It's gonna make you cry

“Oh, shit, this isn’t good” Steve muttered as he and Eddie tried to make their way over to you. You were putting on a very convincing show, having almost everyone in the bar cheering for you and singing along with you. You even swung, pointing at Argyle so he would join you at the chorus.

I've had the blues The reds and the pinks One thing’s for sure

(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah

“Dude! What the fuck is going on?” Steve asked Argyle when they finally reached the bar while you grabbed Jonathan to have him get up and dance with you. Eddie was certain he was as high as Argyle since he seemed pretty excited to sing with you.

“She’s killing it, man” Argyle said before he cheered for you.

“Why is she this drunk?” Steve asked.

“She was having a tough night” Argyle shrugged.

“Why?” Eddie and Steve questioned at the same time.

Two by two, and side by side Love's gonna find you, yes, it is You just can't hide

You'll hear it call, your heart will fall Then love will fly… it's gonna soar I don't care for any Casanova thing All I can say is

“Sorry, man, I pinky swore I wouldn’t tell you” Argyle informed them.

“Argyle, this isn’t funny!”

“I know, dude, but there’s no way I’m breaking a pinky swear to my favorite dude!”

“Enough of this shit” Eddie muttered. “Princess!” Eddie yelled at you. You turned around and smiled when you saw your two best friends there. “Get down from there!”

Your smile turned into a quick smirk as you yelled before you continued singing and dancing with Jonathan. “NO!”

(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah

“Sweetheart!” Steve tried, but you ignored both of them. “Eddie, do something!”

“What do you want me to do, get up there and physically pull her down?”

“Well, you got a better idea?”

“I’m not going up there, pretty boy” he smirked. “You want her down, you pull her down!”

I've been through diamonds I've been through minks I've been through it all

(Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah

“Hey, sweetheart” Steve said, getting up on the bar. You turned around and smiled when you saw him, throwing your arms around him.

“Stevie!” you said, happily. “Come dance with me and Johnny!”

“No, we’re going home” he told you.

“No! I don’t wanna go home” you pouted. “I’m having fun!”

“You’re drunk!”

“You’re drunk!” you giggled, making Steve roll his eyes and look back at Eddie, who kept smirking from behind the bar with Argyle.

“Come on, love. We’re leaving” he said, grabbing you by your waist.

“No!” you complained as Steve started pulling you down from the bar. “Argyle! I can’t believe you betrayed me like this!”

“I told them nothing, my dude! I pinky-swear!” he said, truthfully, holding his pinky up.

Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks) Love stinks, yeah, yeah (Love stinks)

“Let’s go, Munson!” Steve told Eddie as you glared at him.

“I tried to warn you, princess” he shrugged, smirking at you as the two of them dragged you out of the bar.

You sat in the back of Steve’s car as he now drove you back to your apartment with Eddie sitting next to him.

“So…” Eddie said, looking back at you.

“So…? What?” you glared at him.

“Are you just going to act as if nothing happened?” Steve asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

“Nothing happened” you shrugged. “I was having fun until you two got there and ruined it” you said, a bit harshly. You knew it wasn’t their fault that you were having a shitty night, but you couldn’t help it.

“Come on, princess” Eddie said, stretching his arm to place his hand on your knee but his heart broke a little when you moved away to look through the window and you crossed your arms over your chest. “Look, don’t be mad at Argyle, okay? He was worried because you got really drunk and-”

“I’m not mad at Argyle” you clarified.

“Are you… mad at us?” Steve asked, nervously.

“No” you simply said.

“Then-”

“I don’t want to talk about it” you told them.

Eddie and Steve turned to look at each other sadly. This wasn’t like you at all. You never got this drunk, even less when you weren’t with either one of them… or Argyle. And you never iced them out. Whenever you were upset you would always come to them.

“Okay, love” Eddie nodded sadly, giving up.

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The rest of the ride was in complete silence except for the faint sound of the radio. As soon as you reached your apartment, you got out of the car and quickly made your way inside, hoping that Steve and Eddie would just drop the whole thing and let you go to sleep.

“Thanks for the ride” you said, quickly making your way to your door. “Goodnight-”

“Wait, love” Eddie said, walking over to you and pulling you back. You sighed tiredly and turned to look at him. “I know you said you don’t want to talk but… we just want to know if you're okay-”

“I’m fine” you insisted.

“Sweetheart” Steve said, sadly, walking closer to you. “Did something happen on your date?”

You grunted frustrated, moving away from the both of them and crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Ugh! I knew Argyle told you!”

“He didn't tell us anything, but we know you had a date, and then hours later he calls us saying that you're alone at the bar and really drunk so what happened?” Eddie asked.

“Nothing happened!”

“Don’t lie to us, princess-” he insisted.

“I’m not lying!”

“Did he do anything to you?” Steve asked, worriedly.

“No-!”

“Did he hurt you?” Eddie asked, getting upset.

“No-!”

“Did he say anything to you-?”

“No! He didn’t even show up okay?” you snapped with a few tears finally running down your cheeks. “Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to know? He stood me up! I got stood up! He never showed!” you yelled, making Steve and Eddie feel extremely upset. “Or, maybe he did and he saw me and then he left!” you laughed, bitterly.

“Love, don’t say that” Steve tried.

“Why not? It could have happened!”

“Well, then he’s an idiot!” Eddie told you.

“Right” you sighed. “You guys have to say that” you muttered.

“No, we're not just saying that” Steve insisted.

“Whatever! I said I don’t want to talk about it!” you said trying to walk to your room again but Steve stopped you this time.

“Princess” Eddie said. “We just want to know how to make you feel better. We hate seeing you upset. Especially over some fucking prick that doesn’t even deserve your tears-”

“I’m not upset! And it’s not your job to make me feel better!”

“Love, you’re crying and we had to go pick you up because you got drunk!” Steve explained.

“Oh my god! Stop making such a big deal out of this! Is not like you two never get drunk! I don't even care about that stupid guy! I can't even remember his name, I'm not sure if it was Ryan or Brian or… I kinda wanna say Kyan but I know that's not right-”

“Well, then what happened? What are you not telling us?”

“NOTHING! I said I don’t want to talk about it!” you snapped, starting to walk to your room again but, again, Steve stopped you.

“Sweetheart, we’re just worried okay, this isn’t like you-”

“Maybe it is, Steve” you snapped. “Maybe this is like me. Okay? I was having fun until you two dragged me back here” you told them. “You know what? No, I don’t want to talk about this! Especially with you two!”

“What?” Steve asked, hurt.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked, equally hurt. “Princess, we are your best friends, you can tell us anything!”

“No, okay? Not this! I don’t want you two to tell me again how everything’s gonna be okay and that I’m going to find someone who loves me and that I’m beautiful-”

“But you are-”

“No! Just stop it! You guys don’t get it! Okay? And it’s not your fault, I mean why should you?” you said turning to him. “Literally every girl in our school wanted to go out with at least one of you. Shit, every girl that walks down the street and looks at you flirts with you!” you told him. “Girls come to me all the time to ask about who you’re dating and asking me to give you their numbers! You don’t get that it’s not the same for me. Nobody loves me like that” you said, with a few tears escaping your eyes. “Guys aren’t lining up dying to date me. When I walk into a room, everyone's head doesn't turn. People don't laugh extra hard at my jokes. The world is different for people like you two” you explained.

“But sweetheart-”

“Princess-”

“Look, I don’t expect you to get it” you sighed. “I don't- I really don't want to talk about it anymore, okay? Please just… leave me alone” you said, this time, they finally let you walk away to your room and you closed your door behind you.

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After about two hours, you were still tossing and turning on your bed, unable to fall asleep. You hated fighting with Steve and Eddie. You hated it more because you weren’t even mad at them, and they were just trying to be nice. But tonight just felt like a wake-up call, bringing up your very much pushed-down feelings for both of them. Yes, both of them. You were madly in love with both of your friends and you knew that there was no possible way that either one of them would feel that way about you. Which is why you ended up at The Hideout, drinking your feelings away and pouring your heart to Argyle who was the only one that knew. And now here you were, all cried out, heartbroken and very thirsty. You cursed silently when you noticed your water bottle was empty. You would have to go outside. And that meant, you would have to face them. You knew they weren’t asleep. You could hear them doing God knows what this entire time. You sighed and knowing there was no use in hiding from them. They would camp outside your door if they needed to and sooner or later, you would have to face them. So, you grabbed your bottle, got up, and when you opened the door, you gasped, shocked.

You were definitely not prepared to see your small living room like this. Fairy lights were hung everywhere. The furniture was moved to the side and Steve and Eddie’s mattresses were pushed together in the middle with your favorite blanket and theirs. And the two of them were currently in the kitchen, making a mess of it like they always did.

“Hey, sunshine” Steve smiled, noticing you first and making Eddie look at you.

“Hi, princess” he smiled sweetly too.

“What are you two still doing up?”

“Well, remember when we moved in and we didn’t have anything other than our mattresses?” Eddie said, bringing two mugs of tea to the living room as Steve carried everything else on a tray.

“And then, we would do this every time one of us was feeling down?” he told you.

“Yeah, like every time Steve’s parents are in town and he has to have dinner with them” Eddie said.

“Or when Eddie thought he lost the teddy bear you made him that looked like him with a Hellfire t-shirt-”

“Shut up, Harrington! I found it in your car-!”

“The point is, we know you had a hard night, and… we’re sorry we pushed you to talk about it when you said you didn’t want to. We should have just done this in the first place-”

“No! Stop! Why are you being so nice to me?”

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t we be?”

“Because I was horrible to you!”

“Sweetheart, you were upset” Eddie insisted. “You don’t have to talk to us if you don’t want to, but we wanted to help make you feel better” he smiled.

“There was also, um-” Steve started, sharing a look with Eddie who nodded at him to go on. “W-we, wanted to um- tell you something” he said, nervously.

“C’mere?” Eddie asked, offering you his hand so you would join them.

You rolled your eyes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to say no to them if they were being sweet and looking at you with their beautiful eyes like that. You hesitantly agreed and walked over to sit between the two of them as Eddie gave you your mug of tea.

“Thanks” you muttered, grabbing it and taking a sip.

“Look, princess, Steve and I have been talking for a couple of days now, and… there’s something we think you should know” Eddie started, a bit nervously.

“Is something wrong? Are you guys okay?” you asked, sitting up and placing your tea aside. It was extremely rare when they guys were this serious.

“Everything is okay, sunshine” Steve assured you. “We just um…” he sighed.

“Well, what you told us today kind of made us want to finally tell you” Eddie continued.

“We want you to know that we will both respect how you feel about this and if you don’t ever want to talk to us again, we understand” Steve told you.

“Guys, what is going on? You’re scaring me” you said, nervously. Steve and Eddie shared one final look before they both turned to you again.

“We… love you… we both do” Steve started.

“Like… we're both in love with you” Eddie added.

“Guys if this is some kind of joke, it is incredibly cruel-”

“What? No love, this isn't a joke!” Steve told you.

“We would never joke about this!” Eddie pressed.

“So you two just… expect me to believe that you, both of you, are in love with… me?”

“Well yes, why wouldn’t we?” Steve asked, confused.

“Why would you?”

“Because you’re the best person that we know! You're thoughtful and funny and kind and beautiful-” Steve started.

“And hot, and a badass-” Eddie added, smirking.

“Yes, you are too wonderful and perfect we… well, we want to be with you” Steve explained.

“B-both of you?” you asked, still not believing that this could be true.

“Yes” the two of them nodded. “Look, Steve and I were… actually talking tonight about how we feel about each other and… how we felt about you. We know it’s not fair but… when you told us you had a date we both-”

“We hated that asshole the minute you told us” Steve interrupted. “We were both jealous and it… it made us unable to deny how we felt any longer” he told you.

“About each other and… about you” Eddie said. “We know this is a lot to take in and we really don’t want you to feel obligated to return these feelings or we don’t even know if you only like one of us or either of us but… we just… we couldn’t really stand the thought of you not thinking that nobody loved you like that, and we hate that asshole for making you feel that way because you are perfect” Eddie said.

“Our heads definitely turn when you walk into a room, and we always laugh extra hard at your jokes. We want you to see yourself how we do because in our eyes there is nobody more perfect. And… we wanted to let you know and… well, we kinda hoped… you would want to be with us too” Steve said, hopefully.

“S-so you want to b-be with me and each other? W-we would all be t-together?” you asked feeling tears streaming down your face.

“Why are you crying?” Eddie asked, worriedly as they both scootched closer to you. “Did we fuck up?”

“Did we say something wrong?” Steve freaked out.

“N-no” you smiled, still with tears in your eyes. “No, it’s the opposite” you told them. “Everything you said was just…” you sighed. “I just… I never, in a million years, thought that… either one of you would like me, let alone both of you” you chuckled a little.

“Correction, we love you” Eddie told you making you laugh. “I mean we obviously like you but don’t sell us short, princess, we just confessed our love and shit” he smiled, wiping away the remaining tears.

“So, is that a yes?” Steve asked, smiling at you. You looked at both of them and grabbed each of their hands, feeling your heart flutter and bringing their hands together.

“Yes” you nodded, happily. “But… can we not kiss right now? I’m still a little drunk and there’s a part of me that still thinks this is a dream and I’m gonna wake up tomorrow by myself” you quickly added, making them laugh a little.

“Of course, sunshine” Steve said, kissing your temple.

“Whatever you want, princess” Eddie said at the same time, as he kissed your hand. “We’re taking you on a date tomorrow” he said.

“You don’t have to do that” you smiled.

“We want to” Steve insisted.

“Oh, and um… just so you guys know” you told them. “I love you both” you smiled, feeling your heart melt at the bright smiles they had on their faces.

“Me too” Steve said, pulling you and Eddie closer.

“Me three” Eddie smiled before the three of you settled down to watch movies and eat junk food.

The End

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Songs: Voices - Cheap Trick Love Stinks -  J. Geils Band

A/N: I hope you loves like it! xD I’ll try to have more stories and dialogues up soon! :)

[seancekitsch]

Competition: an Eddie Munson x Reader Kinktober fic

AN/ Warnings: technically a continuation of Indiana Handshake but can be read standalone, mentions of poly! steddie x reader, biting/marking kink, less smut and more the aftermath, Eddie calls reader mama but it’s not really a mommy kink, drug use

“Anyone ever tell you that you taste delicious?” you ask, lips still pressed lazily against Eddie’s throat. He hums, splayed out beneath you in the back of his van.

“Mmm, no. Just you, Mama.” 

His hands move sluggish against your bare back, warm and soothing to your muscles. You continue your onslaught, lips smashed and teeth grazing against his soft skin. You love this, you think; the afterglow of your best friend, the sticky haze of sweat and sex hanging on the cobwebs of weed smoke twirling through the air. He fucked you good, limbs feeling like jelly, perfectly content to lay around naked and pass a joint back and forth while you kiss him stupid. 

Eddie places the joint between his teeth, and reaches down to grab a handful of your ass. 

You help as he sinks his fingers into the tender flesh, and out of revenge you bite down on his neck, trying to mess with him back. But you’re not mean, no you could never be. You avoid the raised pink scar tissue on the side of his beck. 

“Ah, fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth, “Fuckin take this.”

He thrusts the wet end of the joint towards your cheek, and you finally turn and show him mercy by taking it between your lips. You lean back from him and pull smoke through, smiling at him as you exhale through your nose. 

“Yeah? You think lookin’ like a dragon is gonna be hot for me or something?” he asks, removing his hand from you to rub at the scar on his chest. 

“Well I mean, thats why you play D and D right? The hot dragons?”

“Shut up.”

You do, taking another pull before you hand it back to Eddie, and he places the joint in the ash tray. He takes the time to kiss you deeply, pulling you closer in another embrace. He quickly pushes you back down flat on your back, his knee pushing itself between your thighs. 

“Hey, Hey!” 

A shout from outside interrupts his wandering hands. 

Shit, either the group is looking you, or worse… they’re trying to go on a snack run. At this exact moment it seems to dawn on you and Eddie both that his van is blocking in every single other car in the Harrington driveway. Shit shit fuck shit fuck. 

“Looks like we gotta scatter,” you say, not at all hiding the pout on your lips. 

“Open the trunk,” you hear Nancy’s voice, a little more distant now. Okay, less stressful. You remember hearing her say that Jonathan brought an extra case of beer in his car. 

But you still have to get out of this situation. It’s not exactly… well known that you’re in the situation you’re in. The group knows you’re seeing someone, or at least dating around. 

You break away from each other as if burned, you scramble for your panties and also the joint. A girl’s got needs. 

Eddie finds his boxers pretty quickly, and awkwardly wiggles them on. You can’t help but laugh as you exhale the joint, blowing smoke everywhere as you laugh and cough. 

“Careful,” he smirks, winking at you.

Eddie rummages around in your bag, looking for the little compact mirror you carry. This is routine now, to make sure that his hair doesn’t look absolutely fucked and frizzy after these trysts. He places the little silver up against one of his amplifiers, using the moonlight to examine himself.

“Mama, holy shit. We gotta get you a muzzle next time,” he laughs, hands coming up to better assess the damage.

“What?” you ask, anxiety spiking in your tone. 

“Look,” Eddie says, his laughter infecting his tone.

You peer up at him through the smoke, worry crossing your features for the first time. He was right, you did do a number on him. Dark purple and red splotches littering his skin, more drastic than just a call for a spoon thrown in a freezer could fix. There’s no way you could walk back into the house without the entire group noticing.

“You think they’re gonna know it was me?” you ask meekly. Eddie just laughs, hands still pawing over the marks on his neck in the little mirror compact.

Eddie chuckles again. 

“Well its either you or Harrington chewing on me,” he reminds you, and yeah, there aren’t many option as to who could be doing that to him, “And they don’t know about Harrington.”

“So you think I have competition?” you ask, eyebrow peaked.

“Wouldn’t hurt,” Eddie shrugs, a mischevious smile playing on his face as he leans back down towards you, giving you a sweet kiss as his hands search the blankets for his discarded shirt.

“Wouldn’t be much competition,” you downplay it, “You’d be competing with me if we throw Harrington into the mix, and he loves my tits.”

Eddie tips his head, as if he can’t argue with that one. An almost win.

“If I buy a training bra it’s over for you, Mama.”

Both of you erupt in laughter.

“Get dressed,” he mumbles, and you shimmy into your underwear and continue the search for your sweatshirt. Eddie throws your shorts at you and you curse as he almost knocks over the precariously placed ash tray.

You smooth yourselves out in every way that matters, slipping your sandals back on as you crouch at the van doors. 

“Fuck it?” you ask, meaning so much more. 

“Fuck it, Mama,” Eddie confirms, tugging at your hair before he opens the doors, letting the streetlights mix with the moonlight from the car windows. 

Your feet hit the cement of the driveway and you turn back to the house, your friends all back inside presumably to continue their pool party. 

All except one. 

The porch light illuminates one figure standing at the entrance, cigarette smoke a cloud of a halo around their head. You’d know that silhouette anywhere. 

You jog up to the porch, ready to throw your arms around Steve and kiss him as well, but he stops you before you can plant your lips on him. 

“No, no no no no,” he practically begs, playfully pulling himself from your arms. 

You pull him back in, and he fake struggles to wrestle himself away from you. 

“Stop! Dont!” he gets dramatic, “I can see what you did to Eds from here!” 

He points to Eddie, who did not run up the driveway following you, but instead walks calmly, sated by weed and pussy. He only smiles sheepishly at the other man, and shrugs his shoulders. 

“She’s dangerous, man.”

Thats all Eddie offers as an explanation.

[munsons-hellfire]

Chapter 1: Past And Present

SUMMARY: You call off your wedding and move out to California, then 3 years later you find out something you weren't expecting but with the help of Steve and Eddie your able to accept it.

PAIRINGS: Film Director!Steve Harrington x Writer!Fem!Reader x Rockstar!Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

PART 1 IN THE BROKE HEARTS CAN BE MENDED SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Steddie x Reader, Eventual Smut, mentions of sex, modern take, mentions of family trauma, language, mentions of throwing up, pregnancy, no use of y/n.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't have this in the masterlist at first but it's since been added. This series will have a pregnancy plot line because when I created this idea that's how I saw the story going. And it will be a fast burn between Eddie, Steve & Reader.

WORD COUNT: 3.9K Words

THE BROKEN HEARTS CAN BE MENDED MASTERLIST

3 YEARS AGO

You were so excited for the start of your new life away from the people who made you believe that you couldn't be loved, that you couldn't have whatever you wanted. Your wedding was just a few days away and you would be marrying the love of your life. Your first book had been picked up and would be published in the new year with another one coming out a few months later. Your parents would be at the wedding even though you wanted nothing to do with them.

But you knew deep down that they couldn't ruin what you wanted even if they had tried. You were on your way home to tell your fiancé the exciting news about your books. He had yet to know that the first one was going to be published. You had wanted to wait to tell anyone else until you were sure that they would make it out into the world for others to read and enjoy.

You felt that things were finally falling into place and you were getting everything you could've ever imagined and more. It might not have been perfect but you were getting the fairytale you had always dreamed of as a kid. The one thing that has got you through all kinds of things including family related time. Walking out of the elevator you headed down the hallway to your shared apartment with your fiancé.

Your keys jingled as you moved them around to get to the main key. When you had your slim fingers on the key you placed it into the keyhole and unlocked the door. You were hoping to be greeted by your fiancé, but he was nowhere in sight. And you knew he was home because his keys were on the counter.

"Babe?" You called out, your voice barely above a soft whisper. You hadn't meant for it to come out as a whisper but you felt the change of the atmosphere the second you walked into the apartment. Something definitely felt off.

You placed your bags on the counter and walked down the hallway heading towards your bedroom, the door was closed which you thought was odd considering it was normally open. As you got closer you heard moans coming from a woman. Not just that but you had heard the moans of your fiancé too. The ones you were very familiar with, the ones that only you would pull out of him whenever the two of you were having sex.

You stopped only inches away from the door, you were terrified to step forward because if you stepped in that room then you knew the wedding would be over because you would call it off. Or you could grab your things and leave and pretend like nothing was happening but then you knew you'd be sad and marry someone who'd cheat on you again in the future. The choice was now or never.

With a heavy exhale, your shaky hand fell to the door knob and turned it pushing the door open. Shock fell onto your face and your mouth fell open as you stared at your fiancé ramming his body into your best friend. You could already feel the tears falling down your cheeks. Before you had a chance to react your best friend saw you and was freaking out.

"Babe?" His voice ran cold through your ears as you continued to stare at the two of them. "It's not what it looks like." He was quick to say, standing up and covering himself with a blanket while she did the same.

"The fuck it isn't. From where I am standing it looks like you had your dick in pussy that wasn't mine." You had never used such harsh words towards someone but you were angry and hurt with the two people you trusted so much.

"Please, let us explain." Abby said, standing from the bed and trying to walk over to you.

"I don't need you to explain anything. You two are clearly meant for each other." You lifted your hand up and pulled the engagement ring off your finger. "I'll come get my stuff tomorrow when you're not here. The weddings off."

You threw the ring at your now ex-fiancé and turned around walking away from the bedroom. Derek grabbed his boxers and put them on as he followed after you.

"What are you talking about? It was just a one time thing, baby. Please, don't do this." He went to grab a hold of your wrist but you were quick to pull it away.

"A one time thing?" You asked, spinning around to look at him. "Please, I know better. And I should've picked up on the fucking signs before I said yes to you, you fucking cheater."

"It's not Derek's fault, just hear him out." Abby said as she walked into the room fully dressed.

"There's nothing to talk about. Tell me how long have you been fucking each other? Please, I need to know how long it's been happening."

"It started a few months after you introduced us." It hit you all at once, something you had never imagined happening was happening right now and you couldn't breath.

"I-I... You can just throw my stuff out, I'll buy new stuff." The words were quick to leave your mouth. Everything around you seemed to move in slow motion. "I don't want either of you to contact me ever again." You grabbed your bags and keys and moved towards the door.

"What? No, you're my best friend. I can't lose you like this. Please." Abby was pleading with you while Derek stood there in silence.

"You lost me the day you started sleeping with the one person I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with." You paused and looked at Derek. "Thank you for reminding me that I can't be loved once again."

It was harsh, sure, but it's how you were feeling at the moment. And before either of them could say anything to stop you from leaving you were out the door and heading down towards your car. Luckily the only things that you'd really have to replace would be all your clothes, and shoes. Your laptop and notes remained in an office that you rented out when you needed to write.

That's where you'd go tonight, well to gather what you'd need for the flight to California. Your publicist had asked that you make a move over there for the first few years of your career. Plus it had been a lifelong dream to move there. And well now it was happening. Once you were in the car, you called your publicist, you needed to talk to someone even if you didn't consider them a friend.

"Hello?" Nathaniel's voice ran through your car speakers as you pulled out of the parking lot. You were still crying but you didn't realize that you had sniffled until he was saying something. "What's wrong?"

You had only known Nathaniel for about eight months. And he was slowly becoming one of your friends. Even though he would remain your publicist you knew he would eventually become your best friend since you were now in the market for a new one. 8 months ago when you met Nathaniel had accidentally walked right into you on the way to a meeting (a meeting you had to go to and it was actually with him).

From then on you two had really bonded and created a friendship. Not only that but he had been in support of all the ideas you had for a future series as well as a few novels give or take. Now here you were, getting ready to start a new career without the people you thought would be by your side.

"I'm not getting married." You breathed out. You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders but that was not the truth. You felt angry with yourself because you had let this go on for so long.

"What does that mean? I need more of an explanation than that."

"Turns our Derek has been sleeping with Abby since I introduced them to each other. I want to say I can't believe that, but I should've known something was going to happen. I can't be loved by anyone." You pulled over to the side of the road and turned on your hazards, the tears rolled down your face quicker you couldn't hold it back anymore.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe that." You heard Nathaniel pause before he started talking again. "I know you believe that you don't deserve any kind of love that this world has to offer. But you do, it just seems that Derek wasn't the one for you. Maybe your knight and shining armor is out there somewhere."

"We've only known each other for 8 months now and that's what you've picked up on the most from what I've talked about to you?"

"Yeah, and from what I've seen when you act around Derek. I'm honestly glad the wedding is called off and you're leaving him. What are your plans now?"

"California."

"Sounds like a plan, you can stay with my partner and I until you can get yourself on your feet."

"You don't have to do that Nathaniel."

"I know. But I am and you're going to accept my invite."

"Okay. I'm gonna stay in a hotel tonight and then I'll be getting on a plane tomorrow."

"Good. Send me your flight plans and I'll pick you up at LAX."

You agreed with the plans for tomorrow and said goodbye to Nathaniel. Afterwards you began driving again stopping at your office and grabbed what you still needed. When you made it to the hotel you sent an email to everyone letting them all know that the wedding was over. You were still sad by what had happened but you had a new future to look forward to.

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PRESENT DAY (2023)

A knock at your door woke you up from your slumber. It had been 3 years to the day that you had left your ex-fiancé behind. Derek and Abby tried calling you weeks after you had left but it was no use. Eventually the two gave up and you assumed that they moved on with each other. You stayed with Nathaniel and his partner (now husband) Jack. The two helped you heal even though you had not only told them you were fine but had told them that you didn't need anyone to do that.

You became very successful after your first book reached stores all over the world. Now 3 years later you've published 23 books so far. Book 24 would be coming out over the summer and you were currently working on book 25. After you had officially moved to Los Angeles, you had met Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. The two were married to each other and had a daughter, who was now 8.

Even though you often denied it and didn't want it to be true you had been pushing the feelings you had felt for both Steve and Eddie for the last 3 years. No matter how hard you tried they couldn't escape your mind. And it has gotten worse over the last few weeks. But last week a mistake was made and you felt so guilty for letting it happen. After your shared kisses with the married men you had avoided them. Avoiding everything, their calls, their texts, luckily they had yet to arrive at your apartment.

It was already stressing you out enough, so much so that you thought it was the reason you were in a constant state of sickness. When you finally went to a doctor to figure out what was going on, it was there that you were told you were in fact pregnant. Since you found out last week not only had you still avoided Steve and Eddie but you had got in touch with the baby daddy and told him.

He however had made it clear to you that there was no room for a baby in his life and he had also made it clear that he didn't want you to contact him again. He was an asshole and you didn't know why you ever went out and dated him in the first place. As of right now it was your hidden secret. You didn't want to tell Steve or Eddie because that would also mean the three of you would have to talk about the kisses and you didn't want to face that possibility of rejection.

You were the one to initiate it on both of them and sure they kissed you back. But neither said anything after the kisses and it was at that moment that you knew you had misread the situation. You apologized to them for what had happened and left after that. You haven't talked to them since. You also didn't want to tell Nathaniel or Jack because you knew that one of them would tell Steve and Eddie.

If they all knew then it would become more real. It would also remind you just how along you were in all this. You were going to raise a baby by yourself. Were you ready for that next step in your life? Hell no, but you were already so in love with the life growing inside you. There was a knock at your door, you groaned into your pillow not wanting to get out of your bed.

You knew exactly who it was and that's why you didn't want to get out. You knew very well that it was Steve and Eddie knocking on your front door and you knew that they wanted to know if you were avoiding them because of what had happened. And while you would tell them no, it wasn't the total truth.

But right now it had nothing to do with the fact that you were avoiding them. It had everything to do with the fact that a baby was growing inside you. Before you had a chance to make it out of your room and go answer the door, your baby had another plan that caused you to run for the toilet after you had thrown your covers off your body. You collapsed to the ground and held your head low as you threw up.

Eddie and Steve pushed open the front door of your apartment. You had given them a key, though you still don't know why. They had Casey with them, she was hanging onto Eddie's back. The child had a smile on her face as Eddie flew her into your living room and placed her down on the couch. Meanwhile Steve walked back to where your room was located.

You groaned holding your head to the toilet waiting for more to rise up. This was the regular routine for the past 13 weeks (which is how far along you currently were). Soon the first trimester would be ending and you were told that the morning sickness should go away. You hated it so much, so you hoped that's what would happen.

Steve stepped into your room, his brown eyes looked to see you in the bathroom. A small rush of panic swam through him and before he knew it he was by your side and placing his hand gently on your back which had caused you to jump at his touch, not because you feared it simply because you weren't expecting it.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Steve questioned, the concern clear on his face and evident in his voice.

"Just sick is all." That's not actually what you wanted to tell him but again it came back to the fear that if you told anyone else it would make the pregnancy more real. "Why are you guys here?"

"You haven't been answering your texts or calls. Stevie and I want to know if you're ignoring us because of what happened last week." Eddie explained as he walked into your room, closing the door behind him so Casey wouldn't hear the three of you talking.

"I'm not ignoring either of you, I've just had a lot on my mind. It happened, I don't want to talk about it right now. I can't focus on that, not for a while anyway."

The two men exchanged a glance with each other as you stood from the toilet and flushed it. Then you walked over to your sink and began brushing your teeth. After you were done you walked back over to your bed and climbed into it pulling the covers back over you to block your eyes from Eddie and Steve.

They took notice of the way you were acting, having known you for 3 years they knew this wasn't normal. They just weren't sure if it was because of the shared kisses or if it was something else. You felt the bed dip down on both sides and before you could get a tighter grip on your blanket it was ripped away.

"Give it back." You mumbled, holding your head into your pillow.

"No, not until you tell us what we did wrong." Steve was being stern with you, like you were one of the actors on the set of a movie and you didn't like it. You couldn't hold the tears back anymore, and you were blaming it on the hormones.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" Eddie proceeded to ask, after taking notice of the tears that fell down your cheeks.

"You remember Bodie?" You asked softly, not bothering to keep eye contact with either of the men.

"Yeah, the asshole that you were dating but stopped talking to you for no reason." Eddie clarified, he made it clear to you that he didn't like Bodie from the beginning and well after you tell him and Steve they both will have a very good reason to hate him even more.

"He got me pregnant."

Steve looked at his husband as Eddie stared back at him. The shock and anger evident on both their faces but you still weren't looking at either of them to take notice of their features.

"I found out the day we kissed, well before the kisses. I know I said I don't want to talk about it, but I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking. I think I kissed you both because I was emotional, I had found out the news and I was by myself at that point. I hadn't told Bodie yet, you two were the first I was going to tell but then we kissed and neither of you talked and I-I got scared, so I ran."

You sucked in some air, as you did you felt both Steve and Eddie reach out for your hands and hold onto them tightly. So tight it was like they didn't want to let you go.

"I eventually told Bodie, and he in the nicest way possible told me to fuck off and leave him alone. I guess you were right about him being an asshole." More tears fell down your face as you continued to cry into your pillow.

Still holding onto your hand Eddie lowered himself further down onto your bed and pulled you into his chest. Meanwhile Steve (who removed his hand) came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. Even before you realized you had feelings for the two you always felt so comfortable around them, no matter what any of you were going through.

"You aren't going to go through this alone. You have Ed and I, you have Casey, and you have Nate and Jack." Steve paused, his free hand lifting up towards your face and moving some of your hair out of the way. "Not to mention that Robin and Nancy are going to be so excited about this baby." Steve kept his soft brown eyes on you as he talked to you.

"Yeah, Nancy loves her kids, but I'm sure she and Jonathan would love to have another baby around. Not to mention Robin is going to spoil the heck out of this kid." You chuckled at the thought of Robin taking her Auntie duty seriously.

After you had become friends with Steve and Eddie, they introduced you to their Hawkins friend group. You had met Robin and Vickie first, and had really bonded with Robin. Steve, Eddie, and Vickie had a hard time separating you from Robin whenever a party was over or it was time to go home. You met Jonathan and Nancy Byers, and the two little beans.

They had a son and a daughter, both 2 years apart from each other. Their son Kevin, was the same age as Casey, while their daughter Annabelle was 6. Then you met the kids that Steve babysat for when he was younger. Dustin and Will were your favorites, so they would be excited for this kid and would for sure treat it like their own nephew or niece.

You knew the others would be just as excited. Especially Max and El, the two had always asked if you were ever thinking of having your own kids and while you never gave them an answer this would for sure answer it. And then there was Casey Willow, she was going to be over the moon when she would find out you were pregnant.

Even though the boys didn't want to say anything to you about it, Casey already saw you as a mother figure. She had often asked when her dads were finally going to ask you to marry them. And every time both Steve and Eddie had to tell Casey that they haven't gotten to that part of the relationship yet.

With the four of you it already seemed like you were a family, but you still didn't want to think about that. Not right now anyway, you had a baby to think about and you had no idea where to start.

"What am I going to do?" You asked.

"Do you want to keep this baby?" Steve was the one who asked the question, but you needed it to be asked because you already had your answer. You had the answer from the moment you saw your baby.

"I do. I want to be everything that my parents weren't to me. I want this kid to not feel the way I did. I want this kid to know what it's like to be loved by their parents even if it's just me."

"Okay, then you start from there. You're not going to be alone in this." Eddie's voice was soft as the words slipped from his lips.

"And when you're ready we'll discuss what happened last week. But just know that we both feel the same way about you that we know you feel about us."

You started to nod your head, as more tears streamed down your face. It was the first time in a long time that someone had put your emotions first and your feelings first.

"Thank you." You exhaled, a soft smile gracing your lips.

The rest of the day Steve and Eddie had taken care of you even though you told them you didn't need them too. You told Casey as well and like you had suspected she was excited as ever even going as far to ask you if the baby was going to be their sibling.

While you didn't have an answer it overjoyed you that this baby was already loved so much. Maybe these next few months wouldn't be so bad. That's what you had hoped for anyway.

TAGS: @eddiesguitarskills @inhumanssxx

[fairyysoup]

to hell and back

matters of taste part III (repost)

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: Having learned of the upside-down and the creatures therein, you, Eddie, and Steve have to cover up the damage to the bakery before the boss finds out.

chapter warnings: smut, threesome - M/M/F, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), handjobs, ball play, cum play, spit kink, daddy kink, praise, overstimulation, mentions of a creepy manager being creepy, mentions of violence toward said creepy manager, like one tiny vine reference if you squint, not edited (we die like the demobat)

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MDNI

You should probably have figured that between Steve and Eddie, they had some weird shit going on. 

To be fair, you wouldn’t have figured that the weird shit involved extradimensional faceless monsters that eat people, but alas. 

The air in the bakery feels… strange. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it’s too quiet even with Benny Goodman playing on the PA. You’re staring at the crispy carcass of the- what had Steve called it? Demobat- but your heart rate has long since slowed down again, because Steve is cradling you in his lap on the floor. 

He’d insisted on holding you, actually, as he told you (in quite a meandering way that you had to pick apart in places) everything about… well, everything. And as much as you have trouble believing in an alternate hellscape dimension that looks exactly like Hawkins and lives under the floor, or something, you have trouble refuting it now. You’re staring at it, right in front of you. 

Steve squeezes your hand in his and holds it tightly to his chest so that you can feel his heartbeat. Maybe that’s what helped you to calm down so quickly- your head lays on his shoulder, and each time you breathe the scent of his cologne fills your lungs. Cinnamon, clove, patchouli and rose; it’s lulling you without you even realizing it. He rocks you side to side, his arm around your back holding you to him like an anchor. 

You might be a little bit in love with him now. It’s okay.

“So that’s, like-” Steve doesn’t let you release his hand, so you just sort of flex your fingers toward the pulsing mass that’s grown on the wall of the pastry case- “that’s a portal to hell?”

“Um.” Steve tilts his head toward you. “Yeah, I guess… if you wanna look at it that way.”

“Okay.”

It’s quiet for a moment. You can feel Steve frowning, but he doesn’t elaborate on it anymore. He doesn’t need to, his crash course on it had taken him twenty minutes beginning to end.

There’s another reason for Steve’s silence, though. He’s always fallen really easily for people, which is why he made a science out of hiding his feelings. With Eddie, it was really simple. Not painless- there was a lot of pain, actually. He almost didn’t believe it when Eddie showed up at his place, after waking up alone in the upside down and finding his way out. Steve didn’t get attacked nearly as bad as he did. He remembers, clear as day, opening the door and coming face to face with a blood-soaked Eddie, pale as hell and nearly collapsing into his arms. Steve had no idea how Eddie had known his address, but he hasn’t questioned it much. Gift horses and mouths and such.

And his parents, well. They’re never home, so they wouldn’t notice if he had Eddie Munson shacking up in his bedroom while he recovered from getting almost eaten alive by demonic bats. He imagines that he felt a little bit like how Mike Wheeler must have felt when he was hiding El in his basement. 

He was no stranger to the idea of liking guys; after becoming closer friends with Robin, he’d been thinking about it enough that he’d come to a sort of tentative conclusion on his sexuality. He had always thought Eddie was kind of a pretty guy, too, with his long hair and big eyes and full lips. (Hours he could spend thinking about Eddie’s lips, but that doesn’t really matter.) And then Eddie had to go and pull Steve close to him while he slept, and Steve can pinpoint the exact moment that he determined that he liked Eddie- really really liked him. Because Eddie kissed his shoulder in his sleep. 

See, Steve knows his own emotions. He knows when something is just a whim and when something is here to stay. He’s having a bit of a silent crisis over your shoulder now, since thinks what he’s feeling for you is here to stay. Because it feels a lot like that kiss Eddie laid on his shoulder. 

And he’s scared as hell, because the same thing that happened to Eddie could have just happened to you, if he hadn’t been there. 

“You’re taking this really well,” he murmurs into your hair after a moment, sounding a lot calmer than he really is on the inside. You feel him kiss the top of your head. “S’weird.”

“Well I can’t even say that you guys, like, hid it from me,” you tell him, chewing on your lip. “It’s not Dungeons and Dragons, but… I mean, you could have told me straight that the KGB agents and the bats were real and that you weren’t joking, and I still probably wouldn’t have believed you.”

“I didn’t expect you to believe it,” he mumbles. “I just… you don’t seem freaked out. Very much.”

“I blew all my energy fucking you and then screaming at the bat,” you say drily. 

He chuckles, nuzzling the top of your head. “It was a really good scream. You totally threw him off, I could tell.”

“Wh- shut up.” You bury your face in his neck, feeling his chest shake with laughter. “You were pretty sexy waving that rolling pin around, stud.”

“It’s all in the wrists.” To emphasize his point, he lifts his wrist and rolls his hand back and forth before he checks the time on his watch. “Eddie should be here soon.”

You hum quietly. He’d called Eddie just seconds after your fight with the bat. You didn’t hear what all was said, just that the call was over in a matter of seconds and Steve was quick to get back to holding you. 

“I can’t imagine,” you murmur, your eyes still focused on the black mass of the bat’s remains on the ground, “how… how Eddie did it. I saw his scars, Steve, they’re massive. And I thought, y’know, he’d probably just had an accident he didn’t want to talk about. But they’re fucking real, and god, look at the teeth on that thing-”

“They don’t feel good, I can tell you that.”

You pull your head away from Steve’s shoulder and blink at him. He looks rather unphased, but he reaches down to lift the edge of his shirt up high enough for you to see his stomach. For you to see the scars on his stomach. They look exactly like Eddie’s, and your breath catches in your throat. 

“Steve,” you breathe, laying a hand on the scar on his abdomen. You bite your lip before he can see it tremble, but your face screws up because tears painfully prick your eyes. 

“Oh, honey, don’t cry,” he says soothingly, pulling your hand up to his face to kiss your palm. He kisses your wrist, and your elbow, and your shoulder, until he reaches your mouth. 

Steve barely gets a peck in before you hear the screeching of tires outside; rock music blasts loud enough to rattle the windows for half a second before you see Eddie’s van thwack into the trash cans out front, and then the engine cuts off. 

“What an entrance,” Steve murmurs as you watch Eddie barrel out of the car and run into the shop.

Eddie’s eyes sweep the bakery lobby frantically before they land on you and Steve, your backs pressed up against the front counter. He sighs as he crouches down, reaching forward to take your face. You’ve never seen him so earnest- it’s attractive on him, naturally, but he looks a bit like he might snap if anyone were to breathe wrong in either you or Steve’s direction. You feel hot under his scrutiny, examining your face and body before he looks directly into your eyes. “Did it hurt you?”

“No, Eddie.”

He gives the same treatment to Steve, hand on his face and turning his head either way to get a good look at him. “Harrington?”

“Not a scrape, man.”

Eddie looks visibly relieved. He strokes the apple of Steve’s cheek, leans forward to softly kiss his lips, more tender than you’re used to seeing from Eddie. And then he turns, and he’s doing the same thing to you, a whisper of a kiss over your lips with more emotion and gentility than you expect. 

“I was so worried,” he whispers, so quietly that you’re not sure he really meant to say it out loud. Eddie opens his eyes and looks at Steve. “Where is it?”

“It’s a bunch of char on the floor now,” Steve grumbles, gesturing vaguely at the steaming carcass on the ground. 

Eddie looks at it blankly before he sighs again, and straightens up to walk toward it. He nudges it roughly with the toe of his shoe. “Piece of shit- my bundts!”

You pick your head up and try not to laugh as Eddie stoops to right a toppled over basket of bundt cakes that he frosted the day before. Half of them lay smushed and crumbled on the ground, completely unsalvageable.

“I’m so mad. They make me so mad. All that and for what? Did it get it, did it get the cake? Did it have a nice meal?” Eddie kicks the charred corpse again. “NO!”

“Eddie,” Steve says softly, making him turn to look back at the two of you. “Don’t kick it while it’s down.”

Eddie sniffs angrily, wiping his hands on his jeans as he steps back. “Fine. Fine. Shit, is that…?” Eddie points at the disgusting sight inside the pastry case; a pulsating orifice that looks suggestively like female genitalia, but if either of them notice it they don’t say anything. 

“Yeah, it came out of there.”

“Damn.” Eddie only then notices the wood shards on the floor in front of the case, the shattered remains of the once intact shelves to it. “Mimi’s gonna fucking kill us.”

You grunt, “Or Warren.”

Both of the boys look at each other, and Eddie bares his teeth. Warren, the assistant manager of the bakery, is a major asshole in the minds of all fellow employees. Except Mimi, of course, the only person that matters. 

While Warren is just plain mean to the men who work the bakery, he’s often overly friendly with the women. Especially you. It… creeps you out from time to time, if you’re honest. Warren’s pushing 50, balding, and goes out of his way to gain your affections. It’s the little things, like greeting you rather than anyone else, seeking you out on break, or behaving like you turning a blind eye to his habit of stealing donuts is an inside joke. 

(You don’t know that Eddie almost clocked Warren in the face once a couple weeks back, for saying you had ‘the finest ass in town’ as you were leaving the store. Steve had to catch him by his belt to stop him, actually. Eddie hasn’t forgotten.)

“Fuck Warren,” Eddie spits. “It’s not like he’s been eaten alive by demobats. He doesn’t know how to close the gate.”

“But we do?” Steve asks him incredulously. 

Eddie pauses, tilting his head to the side as he thinks. He looks a little bit like a puppy dog when he does that, with his eyes drifting off to the side unblinkingly. “We know someone who does.”

“No,” Steve says simply. “Absolutely not.”

“I’m calling it in,” Eddie returns without leaving any room for argument, and steps over your legs to stride through the kitchen toward the back room. 

Jim Hopper sort of shook Hawkins to its core when he came back from the dead and then immediately proceeded to absolve Eddie Munson of any so-called crimes he may or may not have committed in the eyes of the town. The man holds more sway in the court of public opinion than even the mayor. 

That said, you don’t expect the chief of police to show up at the bakery at midnight, at the behest of Eddie, with a carload of… children?

“Tell ‘em what you told me,” Hopper grumbles, thrusting Dustin Henderson toward Steve and Eddie by the shoulder. Behind him, Lucas Sinclair and Mike Wheeler linger with sheepish expressions, their body language reading extremely uncomfortable.

“Uh…” Dustin looks sort of rumpled and sleepy, his eyes still bleary like he’s just been pulled out of bed and dragged here. “So, we know about the gate?”

“Oh, you do?” Steve snaps, donning a paternal tone of voice. He places his hands on his hips, appearing more and more like a disapproving dad every second. “And you didn’t care to mention it?”

Mike speaks next. “Well it’s not like we expected it to show up in your donut case-”

“Pastry case,” you correct.

“-pastry case. There’s one we found in a tree in the woods and one we found in the ceiling of Will’s old house. We think it has something to do with the Demogorgon.”

You squint at Mike, and then Dustin, and then Steve. All this funky jargon is starting to make your head ache. “The demo- what?”

“Demogorgon.” Dustin blinks up at Steve. “Have you checked your pool lately?”

Eddie frowns. “Why would he check his pool?”

“Remember that girl Barb who died-?”

“All right, enough.” Hopper looks irritable, maybe running on too few hours of sleep. “Cut to the chase, kid, quickly.”

“We think all the places where the Demogorgon first showed up have reopened as gates.” It’s Lucas who speaks up, peeking around Hopper’s left shoulder and looking bored. “The Demogorgon probably came through here at some point and left its signature on the wall. El’s on it, don’t worry.”

Steve does a double-take. “What do you mean, ‘El’s on it?’” 

Lucas shrugs. “It means she’s on it, dude, how should we know? She just points at stuff and it does what she wants.”

“Who’s El?” you ask, more out of your element each second. 

“My girlfriend,” Mike says.

“Our friend with super powers,” Dustin speaks over him, giving you whiplash.

“Great. We’re just relying on Eleven to close this gate before the morning?” Steve looks about ready to tear his hair out, and you feel even closer. “We were supposed to be out of here by ten. The morning team comes in at four, so that gives her… four hours?? To get this shit handled?”

“Don’t look at me like that,” Dustin argues. “I would have told you this shit was going on, but you and Eddie don’t want me to come in here because you have some girl-”

“Shuddup!” Eddie’s voice is high pitched as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “How are we supposed to explain a rift in the space-time continuum to our boss, hm? What are we supposed to do about the broken case? I can’t lose this job, man, I’m clinging to it with my fucking nails as it is.”

“You were robbed.” Hopper’s voice is level and calm, his eyes flicking briefly to the case.

“What?”

Hopper breathes loudly through his nose, obviously losing his patience with your inability to keep up with their rapid-fire crisis control. “Did you clock out when you were supposed to?”

“Uh… yeah?” You kick the toe of your shoe against the floor, feeling sort of stupid as you say it. “Mimi… Mimi doesn’t like to pay overtime?”

Hopper nods. “Okay. You clocked out at ten, you went home. Someone broke into the bakery, smashed up the case when they were grabbing the pastries, and stole a bunch of merchandise along with the money from the register. You weren’t here. A concerned bystander called in a tip.”

“But that’s-” You frown. “But we still have everything, unless you want to count the shit the demo- demofucker knocked over.”

Hopper blinks slowly. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike exchange excited glances. They look back at you, at the mounds of baked goods, and you know what they mean. 

It’s always the bakery, isn’t it?

“For fuck’s sake- yeah, alright.” You sigh, and gesture vaguely toward the displays. “Where do you wanna start, the muffins?”

“Donuts, I call donuts!” Dustin shouts, whirling around to head for the case. 

“I’ve always wanted to try the cream puffs, my mom says they’re too rich,” Mike mutters as he and Lucas crowd toward the refrigerated section and start grabbing armloads of pie slices. Even Hopper, tired as he looks, makes a B-line for the gourmet cookies and starts hauling out boxes two at a time with a childish gleam in his eye. 

Perfect. Taking a page out of Warren’s book. Let them eat cake.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve reaching for the cupcakes and glare at him with a mix of horror and betrayal. “You too?”

“What, are the cupcakes off limits to robbers? Hm?” Steve cracks open the container and passes one to Eddie, who takes it gingerly and starts licking the caramel flavored frosting off of it immediately. “Get off my dick!”

You glance down. The button on his pants is still undone. 

“Aw, lighten up, princess.” The ember at the end of Eddie’s cigarette glows in the darkness, the only other thing helping you to see his relaxed expression being the light of the half moon in the sky. He pulls his arm back, and throws a box of muffins in a perfect arc, until it crashes down with a splash into Lover’s Lake. “Nobody comes out here anymore. And if they did, all they would find is waterlogged baked goods. It’s no big deal, really.”

Steve sidles up behind him with a box of donut holes, and tosses it in a similar fashion. “Says the guy who desecrated a demobat corpse an hour ago for fucking up his bundt cakes.” 

“Hey. That was personal, okay? I slaved over those things.” He blows out a puff of smoke and chucks another box into the water. “Besides, I saw Sinclair going after them. I’m sure he’ll treat ‘em right.”

The back of Eddie’s van is slowly emptying, leaving space for you to squeeze in and lean against the front seat, your ass just barely kept comfortable by a wadded up hoodie. You think it belongs to Steve, since you know Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead wearing bright sunshine yellow. 

You cradle a box of sugar cookies to your chest like it’s a teddy bear. You can’t honestly say why it bothers you so much; your story will be corroborated by Hopper, who most people in town don’t question anymore. The kids each have taken home whatever they wanted to keep and agreed to toss the rest where it can’t be found. Even Hopper insisted that you should just go home and get some rest after getting rid of the evidence you’d all stashed in the back of Eddie’s van. 

You don’t know why you’re so uncomfortable with it all. Maybe it’s just the fact that everything the boys are throwing into the lake represents hours of your hard work, and it just kinda sucks to see it all go to waste. 

“Sweetheart? You’re off in space.” You didn’t realize Eddie had returned to grab more boxes from the van, but you blink up to find his imposing frame blocking out the light of the moon, his palms flat against the bed of the van as he leans slightly inward to look at you. Steve appears from behind him, curiously peering at you over Eddie’s shoulder. 

You’ll never really get used to how attractive they are together. Sure, you’ve admired them both separately, choosing to focus on one or the other just to save yourself the struggle of having to choose between them. You hadn’t considered the fact that you could have them both until they’d given you the option. But together… together, they’re nothing short of perfect. Dark and light, scary and soft, the moon and the sun. Balancing each other out, complementing each other.

Your cookie box crinkles as you shift, looking up at Eddie unsurely. “I’m fine.”

Eddie’s head perks up. “Yeah, fuck that. No one says ‘I’m fine’ like that unless they really aren’t fine. Harrington, babe, help me-”

Eddie shoves an entire stack of boxes out of the van in one fell swoop, letting them all topple into the dirt. His hand claps down into Steve’s palm before Steve helps him jump up into the back, squeezing past more boxes to get to you. His hand pats your hip gently. “Gotta get behind you baby, c’mon, up-” 

You squeak and sort of confusedly shift forward, your skirt riding up uncomfortably and your bare ass meeting cold metal as you try to create enough space for Eddie to worm his way behind you. He slots himself between your back and the front seat, plopping down loudly, toppling more boxes and then pulling you between his legs to his chest. He sighs. “There. Cozy.”

The sharp corner of a plastic cupcake tray digs into your thigh. You kick a bunch more boxes off the bed of the van and into Steve’s outstretched hands, trying to get comfortable. “Uh-huh.”

His fingers latch onto your cookie box. “Gonna eat these?”

“… No?”

“Okay. You wanna give ‘em to me?” Eddie’s forefinger and thumb pinch the box, wiggling it in your hands. You hesitantly let go, and watch him pass it to Steve. You expect Steve to immediately turn around and chuck them into the water, but he holds onto them instead. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”

“You mean besides the bloodthirsty monsters and the rifts in space-time and our jobs being on the line?” You blink at Steve and then turn your head to look at Eddie over your shoulder. “I dunno. I’ve never stolen anything before in my life, so.”

Eddie tuts, smoothing your hair away from your face gently. “I know. Look at it this way; you got special permission from the police chief to throw all that shit away. So, who’s gonna be mad at you, hm?”

“I just feel bad,” you huff, leaning back into his embrace. “Or… or maybe I just feel a little like Warr-” 

“Warren?” Steve’s voice is calm, but he’s obviously miffed at the mention of the manager. “What’s Warren gonna do?”

You hesitate. You can practically see the guy wiggling his eyebrows, a little smirk on his gaunt face as he goes, “Well, lookee here. Don’t tell me you’re eating all that by yourself. You know store policy, darlin’…” 

“He creeps me out,” you admit quietly. “He acts like… like I’m his sweetheart, or something. I don’t trust him worth a shit. If he found out I had something to do with this, I dunno. Maybe he’d use it against me…?”

“You’re not his sweetheart,” Eddie says sharply, his hold tightening on your waist. You can’t see the look on his face, but Steve can. All the possessiveness and rage, the nearly wild look in his eye that reminds him of when Eddie was ready to start swinging fists in the middle of the bakery. “You’re ours. And we’re here to keep you safe, baby. From everything. Demon bats and demon managers. Right, Steve?”

Steve nods. “Absolutely. To hell and back, honey.” 

“And if he tries anything,” Eddie adds, speaking quietly into your ear- and even though you know Steve can hear him, you feel like he’s speaking to you alone- “anything at all. You tell either of us, and we’ll take care of it. You have my word.” 

A grin breaks across Steve’s face. “Eddie’ll go all Rocky Balboa on his ass. Believe me.”

“Really?” you breathe, turning your head to nuzzle Eddie’s nose with your own. 

“Mhm,” Steve confirms. “I have it on the best authority.”

Eddie’s hand comes up to capture your jaw, pulling you toward him so that he can press a gentle kiss to your lips. Nothing too overwhelming or passionate, but just a reminder to himself that he can.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re hot when you get all protective, Munson?” Steve says mildly, grabbing up a couple more boxes to throw into the water. 

“So’re you,” you mumble, then nudge Eddie’s stomach with your elbow. “You should’ve seen him taking on that bat.”

Eddie’s arm tightens around your waist. “Oh, I know it, sweetheart. I’ve seen him rip one of those fuckers in half with his bare hands.” 

“Is that true, Steve?” You look up at him through your lashes, hoping that you don’t look as turned on by that as you are. “You ripped one in half?”

Steve chuckles, looking sheepishly down at his feet. If there were more light out, you would be able to see the blush on his cheeks. “Yeah… I mean, it’s not really that impressive. It nearly choked me to death.”

You can’t help the little hum that leaves you, the indelicate shift of your hips as a sudden rush of arousal sinks between your thighs, debilitating in its strength. You thought you had gotten over that need to have them fuck your brains out today, but it seems like your body has other plans. 

Eddie, the cheeky motherfucker, notices immediately. His voice low, a dangerous purr in the back of his throat, he murmurs, “Uh oh, Harrington. Little baby’s getting turned on.”

“Really?” Steve muses, a mischievous glint in his eye as he wanders a bit closer to the back of the van. “You need something, sweet pea?”

“I’m- It’s, uh-” You swallow thickly, trying not to shift against Eddie again as he drags his forefinger slowly along your arm. “It’s… we already…”

“Oh, you already,” Eddie reiterates, shooting Steve a wolfish grin over your shoulder. “Should’a known you’d jump on it as soon as you got her alone, big boy.”

Steve scoffs, turning away with a tongue-in-cheek smirk and throwing a box into the water with a loud splash. “Yeah? What were you doing all morning?” 

“I was teaching her about proper finger placement,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “Y’know. For guitar.”

Steve grunts as if he’s not convinced. Your face- your whole body, really- is burning, both from embarrassment and desire. You’re starting to wish that Eddie would just cut the crap and move his hand from your arm down between your legs again, if anything just to satiate this ridiculous need that’s kicked up out of nowhere. You can only imagine his chastising voice if he were to find the sticky mess of your slick mixed with Steve’s cum already trickling from your cunt.

Steve takes the lead on it before you can come up with a way to vocalize what you want. You watch the way he leisurely rolls his head back on his shoulders, his neck popping into alignment. He reaches forward to pull the last few boxes out of the back of the van, climbing into the back to crawl toward you. “What can we do to help, honey?”

You nearly choke on your breath. “Anything. You can do anything you want to me. Both of you.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie hisses, his hand immediately coming up to undo the front of your uniform dress for the second time tonight. “Perfect little baby- let’s get you out of this, alright?”

You squeeze your lips tightly together, nodding as you wiggle forward and let him pull the itchy dress over your head, discarding it somewhere near the front seat. Your hot skin hits the cool air, and you have to fight not to give an audible sigh of relief. Eddie’s hands are immediately on you, sweeping up your stomach to soothingly squeeze at your breasts, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck. 

Steve parts your legs with gentle hands. Eddie, a bit more aggressive than Steve, hooks his calves around yours and pulls your legs wide open to give Steve an unobstructed view of your swollen pussy. 

Steve groans at the sight of it. “Still got my cum in there, baby?”

You squirm, wanting to press your thighs together to stave off the violent throb in your core at his words. Eddie pushes back against your legs, an immovable object in the way of your struggle. You whine at the feeling of his tongue on your neck, and give Steve a shaky, “Yes?”

“Mm. Wanna taste it.” 

You’re in deep. He doesn’t give you any other warning before he sinks between you and Eddie’s spread legs, and his mouth latches onto your cunt. A garbled, desperate noise comes out of your mouth; you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a moan or a shout or both, but Eddie’s arm tightens around your waist and his long hair tickles your shoulder as he murmurs into your ear, “I know, baby. Stevie’s really good with his tongue, isn’t he?”

“Y-yeah,” you whine. You try to rock your hips against Steve’s face, but it’s no use- Eddie’s holding you too steady, his arms and legs keeping you motionless and party to Steve’s every whim.

“How’s she taste, Steve?” Eddie asks calmly, a hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Steve lifts his head with a long swipe of his tongue that sends sparks skyrocketing through your limbs. “Fucking delicious.”

Eddie purrs, his lips skimming your bare shoulder as he reaches forward and grabs onto Steve’s head. Steve blinks up at the both of you, eyes dark and heavy with lust, and lets Eddie guide him back down to your pussy.

“Fuck, daddy.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hands clawing at Eddie’s thigh and Steve’s shoulder in succession. You feel Eddie’s puff of breath against your neck, and then his amused noise of recognition.

“Daddy?” he echoes, turning his head to skirt his nose up the side of your throat. “He told you about that, hm? Steve, you dirty bastard…” 

Steve makes a muffled grunt against your cunt, the vibration of it cutting straight through your clit and into your core, making you jolt. “She just sounds so fucking pretty when she says it.”

A deep hum resounds in Eddie’s chest, and he skims his fingers up your stomach toward your breasts. “What do you think, sweetheart? You like it when daddy eats your pussy like this?” 

Your mouth drops open, but not to form words; you can’t form words, because Eddie’s fingers trace gentle circles around your nipple at the same time as Steve’s tongue does your clit, and you melt. A deep, loud moan leaves you with a gust of air from your lungs, and your thighs tense up as you feel your orgasm building up to reach its breaking point.

Steve takes the opportunity to turn his attention downwards, dipping his tongue into your channel. Just the slightest bit of friction to stimulate that ring of muscle, and you can barely contain yourself, your hand reaching back to grab onto Eddie’s hair for support. “Shit- shit, I’m gonna come.”

Your head drops back against Eddie’s shoulder, and you can feel him smile against your bare skin. “Shh, I know, baby. It’s okay, you can come on daddy’s mouth, I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

It’s that gentle permission Eddie gives you that tips you over, pulling you apart at the seams and making you come undone against Steve’s tongue. The sound of his mouth on you has you delirious, limbs jerking against Eddie’s hold, the only thing keeping you still against Steve’s caresses. 

“Oh, look at you, baby,” Steve breathes as he finally lets up, his tongue still dancing through your folds a few times as you come down. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that.”

“C’mere, pretty boy,” Eddie says, tugging on Steve’s hair. “Wanna taste.”

You lay limply back against Eddie’s shoulder, bleary and tired, but still decently aware of Steve advancing up your body and leaning over you. You watch as he cups Eddie by the jaw and spits into his mouth, letting him taste you on his saliva.

“Mm, fuck,” Eddie groans, turning his head toward yours. “So damn good. You need more, sweetheart?”

The proposition immediately has you lifting your head, blinking your eyes open at Eddie and nodding. Of course you want more. You’ll take as much as they want to give you. 

Eddie snickers at the hopeful look on your face, exchanging a glance with Steve. “Needy little thing, isn’t she? Help me with her.” 

Steve gathers you into his arms and lifts you like it’s nothing while Eddie undoes his belt. You’re so preoccupied with the way that Steve kisses you, his tongue licking into your mouth so deeply, that Eddie takes you by surprise when he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his cock.

“There you go, baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, holding you tight as you whine loudly from him stretching you out so suddenly. “Such a good girl, taking it all. This what you wanted?”

“Please, Eddie, please-” you pant, hanging your head as you try to come up with something to say other than just miserable begging. “Feels so good. S’all I want, I just- fuck, move.”  

Eddie takes that to heart, rutting his hips up into you sharply. You have to clutch onto Steve for dear life, because you’re too lost in the bliss of it. Steve’s hands are on your hips, pushing you to grind further down onto Eddie’s cock; and the noises that are coming out of your mouth are nearly deafening, even to you. 

Steve leans forward and captures your mouth, managing to muffle them a bit, but making no effort to stop them from happening. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes into your ear, his hands roaming over your chest and squeezing your waist as he drills his cock into you. “You’re just drowning me- getting my balls all wet, too.”

You feel more than see it; Steve lets go of your hip with one hand, dragging his fingers across your thigh as he reaches down beneath you. Eddie chokes on a groan, shoving his face almost bashfully into your shoulder as Steve squeezes his balls, stroking them with a slick noise that can be heard over your cries and Eddie’s deep moans.

“Oh shit, my god, Steve,” Eddie whispers brokenly against your skin, and his hand shoots blindly forward, scratching for Steve’s fly with clumsy desperation. You salvage a little bit of your remaining mental capacity to reach forward and help him; fingers shaky but more accurate as you undo the button and zipper, a little more precise when you reach into his boxers and pull Steve’s cock out.

“Jesus,” Steve gasps, his forehead falling to rest against yours as you and Eddie both stroke him with fumbling hands. He hisses through his teeth, repeating, “Jesus- fuck me.”

“S’what we’re doing,” you grunt, and Eddie manages a shaky laugh. Eddie’s rings are cold when your fingers skim them, but you think Steve likes that little variation in the texture of your hands. His hips buck into your hands; below you, he tries to keep his touch gentle and give Eddie only what he knows he can take. 

It’s Eddie who comes first. He gives Steve’s cock a quick squeeze at the base, a poor attempt at a wordless warning. And then Eddie shouts, his hips jolting and warm cum filling you, making you moan at the feeling. Steve lets him go slowly, lifting you off of him gingerly as the sensitivity creeps in.

“Mind if I take it from here?” Steve asks him, as if he isn’t already gathering you into his lap and lining himself up with your leaking cunt. 

“Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging,” Eddie answers, sounding out of breath and fucked out. You feel Eddie’s hand fall on top of Steve’s on your hip, squeezing a bit as Steve pulls you down onto his cock.

Your agonized whine cuts through the air, head falling forward onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve shushes you, a hand coming up to hold the back of your head and his cheek pressing against the side of your head. Over your shoulder, Steve’s eyes flutter open to find Eddie absolutely taken by the sight- Steve cradling you close, his lips parted and lust clouded eyes trained on him. 

It takes very little for Steve to get you to your second orgasm. Heaven knows Eddie had brought you halfway there, and with two sets of hands on you, one of which slides down to find your clit, you naturally don’t last much longer.

You make little effort to keep it quiet, baring your teeth, whining through it with sharp, pained noises. Steve finds it cute, cradling your neck as your head tilts backward.

“Good girl, just let it out,” he murmurs, slowly lowering you back to rest in Eddie’s lap. Eddie’s arms circle you, holding you steady as Steve grabs your hips, setting a pace to chase his own high.

Your face screws up, your hand reaching up to snatch onto Eddie’s tattooed forearm. “I- god, it’s so much, Eddie…”

Eddie looks down at you, giving you something of a mocking smile as he strokes your hair away from your face. “I know, baby. But you want Steve to finish, don’tcha?” 

You can feel tears gathering in your eyes, the pleasure so quickly bleeding into overstimulation, but you still nod feebly in Eddie’s hands. “Want him to come… inside, I want it…”

“Hear that?” Eddie picks his eyes up to lock onto Steve’s. He grins devilishly. “She wants both our loads inside that sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck. Dirty girl.” Steve’s hands tighten on your hips, and he clenches his teeth. “M’gonna give it to her. Anything she wants.”

Steve’s hips slam into yours, jolting you further into Eddie’s arms. His fingers dig into your skin, head hung low on his shoulders as a stream of garbled curses leaves his mouth. His warmth fills you, seeping from around where he grinds his cock lazily into you one last time.

Stillness. That’s all you can register after Steve slips from you, and it’s just you and him and Eddie panting heavily in the darkness. The early autumn air from outside whisks away the humidity in the back of the van, leaving your sweaty skin cool and with a layer of goosebumps across it. 

“You’re fucking amazing,” Steve says after a moment, stirring you from your daze. He’s sitting up now, looking a bit exhausted but not nearly as much as you feel. “The both of you.”

Eddie grabs him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him sideways to plant a sticky kiss onto his cheek. Steve laughs and collapses like a house of cards, falling onto the floor of the van next to you. Another couple beats of silence, and then; “Hey, is that my sweatshirt?”

Eddie jumps, turning at the waist to muscle the yellow sweater out from under his legs. “Oh, yeah. Remember that day we parked out by the old mill?”

“Oh, yeah.” Steve laughs, but refuses it when Eddie hands it to him. “We need to get her dressed.”

“Right.” Eddie prods you to sit up, despite your tired noises of disapproval. “I know, I know; I promise you can lay back down in a minute, but you can’t be naked all night, we have places to be.” 

“Like where?”  

“Like getting you home.” Eddie gets the sweater over your head, and the soft fabric almost swallows you whole. “Steve, pass me that bag in the corner?” 

“What is- what?” Steve snatches up the plastic bag and peeks inside it, pulling out your sweatpants and cami from the morning. “There’s no underwear in here for her.” 

“Yeah,” Eddie snickers, taking the pants from him. “I know.”

As Eddie packs you into the sweatpants, something electronic crackles loudly from the front seat. Steve shuffles over and pulls out a giant, clunky walkie-talkie, snapping the antenna upwards. “Dustin? That you?”

“Yeah, it’s- get rid of- closed the gate.” The staticky message cuts in and out, and Eddie and Steve exchange a knowing look.

Steve presses the mic button. “The gate’s closed?”

“Yes, didn’t- hear me?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Got it. Over and out.” He snaps the antenna back down, tossing the walkie back into its place on the front seat. “Kid’s gotta get that attitude in check, I swear.”

“You guys have a walkie talkie to communicate with those kids?” you ask blearily, half asleep and confused as hell.

“Yeah…” Eddie draws out the word, pursing his lips and looking at Steve for help. “This has been going on longer than you think.”

You grumble, not wanting to argue. You’ll worry about it later.

“Steve,” Eddie mutters, and shuffles you gently into his arms. You settle back against Steve’s chest, taking a deep, cleansing breath, and sinking into his warmth.

Eddie’s ringed hand pats yours, and then Steve’s, and then you hear Eddie clambering out of the back of the van. A few more moments of silence, hearing only Steve’s slow breathing, allowing yourself to slowly drift off to sleep and wondering where Eddie’s gone. And then, you hear a quiet splash.

The bakery is a mess.

Cops are everywhere. You didn’t know that there were this many cops in Hawkins, unless they hired out. Mimi looks less stressed and more pissed, hands on her hips and barking orders at everyone who’s running around to clean up the damage. Over her shoulder, Jim Hopper makes eye contact with you and nods curtly. Anyone watching would think he was just being polite. You know better.

There’s a garbage bag that’s been cut open and rolled out to create a tarp to cover the pastry case; it sways in the breeze from the open front doors, through which cops and employees alike pass as they try to make sense of the ruckus.

Steve tilts his head beside you, looking at the writing scrawled on it. “Don’t Broken, Open Inside?”

“Don’t Open, Broken Inside,” you correct, pointing at the vertical writing on either side of the partition that cuts the case in half.

“Oh shit, the pastry case is broken?” Eddie says with a cheeky grin as he walks into the store, immediately going to pull the tarp aside. 

“Eddie!” You yell, jumping to snatch his hand, but he’s already managed to open the case part-way. You get just a glimpse inside; just enough to see that the disgusting extra-dimensional gate is gone, only leaving broken shelves in its place. It even looks as though you and Steve had been able to clean the case like Mimi wanted before you clocked out.

“What happened here?” you hear Steve ask with a facade of innocence, and turn to see Warren stalking through the bakery lobby with a sour expression.

“We were robbed last night, haven’t you noticed?” Warren spits. “Someone called the cops around midnight. Who the hell robs a bakery?”  

You press your tongue hard against the roof of your mouth.

“Yogi Bear?“ Eddie offers. “It’s bear season.”

Warren blinks at him, turning a bit red in the face as he seethes at the sight of Eddie looking so entertained by all the chaos. Warren snatches a stray bag of bread that had been left behind off the display beside him, thrusting it into Steve’s arms and nodding at it wordlessly.

Steve looks down at the bread unsurely. “Uh…?”

“Dust the bread shelf.” Warren walks into the kitchen without another word.

Steve nods, looking like he ought to have expected that. “Okay.”

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Chapter Five: The Club and Terrible Timing

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX, HEAVY BDSM THEMES, AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR/A BLANK BLOG/ A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTEREACT! IF I SEE IT, I WILL BLOCK IMMEDIATELY! THANKS!<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: SOOO much angst in this chapter IM SORRY! smut! oral f receiving, dry humping, kissing, alcohol consumption, slight inspection kink,dirty talk, also lots of fluff!!! Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s and reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Violet tries to get over her break-up by taking you to clubs all across Indiana which you happily oblige. Your latest adventure not turning out how either of you had planned.

Author's Note: Hi my loves! I hope you're all doing well! i'm sorry for not uploading in a month, i've not had the motivation or the energy... and i've re written this chapter a bunch! but i hope you all like it! plenty more chapters to come! 9k

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“Okay I gotta go Eds, I’m gonna be late” you say, pulling yourself off the older man’s lips. Eddie’s grip being too strong, pulling you back into his arms.

“Nuh uh, this is a crime of the highest order, a King needs his Queen!” He announces dramatically. You giggle into Eddie’s skin, breathing in his scent. You thought of abandoning school all together today, and spending the day with him while Violet was at work. The two of you barely got any time together in the basement anymore now that Violet wasn’t over at Quinns anymore, or away at her mom’s. You snuck in sleepovers when she would be  working overnights. Otherwise you and Eddie squeezed into your tiny apartment, spending every second together that you could. As if the universe knew exactly how to punish you, your phone rings. 

“Hi babe” you answer kindly.

“Hi, so we’re going out tonight.” Violet announces bluntly on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you taking me now?” you ask, a slight amusement in your tone. Violet had been doing her best to get over Quinn by taking you out to various bars and clubs across the state of Indiana. You weren’t really the type to go to a new bar every weekend. But you love Violet, if this was helping her stop hurting, then you’d do it forever for her.

“A bar in the city, I’ll come pick you up at 7!” she says excitedly before hanging up. You sigh, putting your phone back down on the bed, smiling at Violets infectious energy. You felt guilty at the tug in your stomach, disappointed that you didn’t have another night to yourself with Eddie.

“Alright mister I gotta go, I can stop by after class” you say reluctantly, going back to moisturizing your face.

“No stay” he protests scooping you up in his arms, and showering you with kisses all over your face.

The two of you had just spent a very domestic morning together, eating breakfast in the basement while Eddie worked on a new campaign, the two of you getting ready in the bathroom. You had just put on your bra and panties while Eddie was shedding his clothes to get into the shower.

You watch him pout from the mirror, your back turned to him. You didn’t really want to leave him, but you wanted to go to the library before class and now that Violet was taking you out tonight, you needed to get it done now. You blew a kiss to him as he reluctantly got into the shower, tail tucked between his legs like a dog.

You sneak peaks of your beautiful boyfriend in the shower while you brush your teeth. You never could get over just how good looking he is, body covered in tattoos, his greying curls, his slightly toned arms from playing guitar all his life, and his long fingers currently running through his hair. You tried to fight it, but you were now a full blown Eddie Munson addict. Addicted to his touch, his smile, his laugh, the crinkling around his eyes from years of smiling, his kisses, and most importantly the way he made you feel. You could feel your body heat up with desire, a storm at your center.

Your eyes meet Eddies, a smirk plastered across his face, eyebrow raised playfully. You roll your eyes lightly in response, shaking your thoughts of Eddie out of your head. You try to hide a smile that’s threatening to seep onto your lips.

Half naked you start to head back into Eddies room to get dressed for the day. When a pair of wet hands grab your waist pulling you for a hug. You scream out in surprise, wrapping your arms around Eddies very wet ones. You can hear his giggling in your ears, your resolve diminishing, giving into your boyfriend antics and laughing alongside him.

He slips the few items of clothing you were wearing off quickly, pulling you into the steaming hot shower. Eddie’s more beautiful up close under the water, his long eyelashes glittering with water droplets, and his lips red and plump from the steam.

Not being able to resist him anymore you go onto your tippy toes to kiss him, his arms scooping you up bringing you closer to him. The kiss was one of softness and affection. Not like times in the dungeon where his kisses were rough and bruising. These ones were like he was trying to show you how much he cared about you. Soft but firm, passionate but not dominating. You smile against his lips, feeling his smiling right back at you, savoring this moment.

“You’re so beautiful” he says breathlessly as he pulls back, pushing some of your now wet hair out of your face.

You cringe at his words; you’ve been working on trying to believe him but it’s hard. You shove your head into his chest, allowing him to encase you. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, you felt safe, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this safe and at home. Not even when you were a kid or when you got a hug from either of your parents, it was something entirely different. If only you could stop this moment, and live in it forever, or go back when you were feeling sad. You realize now what people mean when they say, “When you know you know”, it just feels different, it feels easy.

Guilt always followed this feeling, how could you feel so deeply for someone and not be able to tell your best friend. It was starting to eat away at your heart and soul. You and Eddie had decided that you were going to tell her tomorrow, and you were both excited and terrified at the same time. You just hoped that over time she would be able to see just how happy the two of you made each other.

Eddies hand forces your face up to his, letting the water wash away your guilt and be present with him. He smiles at you warmly, you smile back, the entire world in his eyes. Reminding you that everything was going to be okay. He holds your head in one of his hands caressing your cheek, bringing his lips to your forehead and leaving a kiss there. How did he know you so well that he knew what you were thinking without you even having to tell him? You swoon at his action, redness spilling onto your cheeks.

He turns you around, dips your head back so the running water drenches your hair. He massages slow circles into your scalp, forcing a moan from your lips. You let him lather your hair in shampoo and massage it into your scalp. He takes his time, being meticulous not to miss a single strand of hair. Leaving little kisses on your neck in between lathers. Even simple acts like this, no sexual touching or tension, just the two of you together. It was enough to quiet your brain for the rest of the day, he knew how to calm you down when your brain was working too hard or when your mind needed a break.

Once your hair was squeaky clean and conditioned, Eddie took a washcloth and started washing the rest of your body, scrubbing soap into every area of your skin, being just as meticulous as he was with your hair. Touching you gently and affectionately, you could feel all the unsaid feelings and words by each touch of his hands or body on your skin.

You turn your attention to him, asking him to bend down so you can get the curls at the top of his head, he grandiosely kneels down for you to properly reach the top of his head. The two of you giggling at the action. Your fingers get to work trying to mimic the massage he had given you, making him moan into your chest, leaving open mouth kisses on your tummy. Your body tensing slightly, all your negative body image issues threatening to pour out of your ears. But Eddie’s strong hands grab your waist softly, quieting those thoughts once more. You marvel at his touch, forcing yourself to concentrate on washing all the shampoo from his hair. His curls feel silky and soft in your fingers, the grey marbled into his curls like a galaxy.

You finish conditioning his hair and washing his body, the two of you stand under the water together, completely clean but not ready to get out of the shower. You have your arms wrapped around his waist, and his around your shoulders, resting his head on top of yours.

Eddie eventually turns the water off and gets out of the shower, offering you a hand. Taking his hands in yours letting him help you out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around you.

“Thank you for stayin’ with me” Eddie says softly, leaving a kiss on your forehead.

“Thank you for making me stay” you mutter into his chest, as much as you wanted to go to the library, you could never pass up time like this. You hear Eddie hum around you, his chest vibrating against your face, warming your insides.

You let Eddie dry you off and dress you, leaving kisses on your bare skin before putting each article of clothing on. Then you do the same for him. Each kiss to open skin, every piece of clothing, a sign of devotion to the other. So many words not said but shown instead, you didn’t know for certain if Eddie felt the same way you did, but your heart hoped that he did.

The adoration for him seeping through your pores, it filling you up threatening to burst, three words stuck in your throat. THE three words almost slipping off your tongue, but you couldn’t let yourself say them. Not before Violet knew, not until you weren’t a secret anymore.

 Plus, the two of you had only been together for a few months and you didn’t want to jump the gun and make a fool of yourself. Eddie just made you feel important and cared for, which just made it harder to hide it.

“Earth to Y/N,” you hear Eddies voice, pulling you from your thoughts. His rich brown eyes looking at you like you put the sun in the sky, paired with his goofy as ever smile, Forcing a smile onto your face.

“So, listen as much I’d love to see your cute little butt after class. I promised a friend of mine I’d help them out with something. But text me at any time if you need a ride or if you need anything tonight, okay?” he says, his voice kind but slightly serious. You know that he really would drop anything if you really needed him. A pout forms across your lips, you were hoping to stop by and thank him for the sweet morning the two of you were having together, thoughts of his cock on your tongue swirling in your brain.

You reluctantly give Eddie one more kiss before heading out the door for the day. The day was dragging on, classes were almost over for the semester and for the most part a majority of your professors had given up actually teaching or just droned on about upcoming projects that you were due. Sociology was never the same after Steve left, you noticed some students had even dropped the class, you didn’t blame them. It made you sad, thinking about Steve, you know what he was likely doing right now, probably drinking himself to the bottom of another bottle.

 And it was all your fault, if you hadn’t had stupid crush on your teacher, Steve would still be doing what he loved. At least the semester was almost over so you wouldn’t have the burden of being reminded multiple times a week in class. The second your new professor dismissed you all, you hurried out of the room quickly not wanting to be tortured any longer by the images of Steve at home, slumped over his desk with tears in his eyes.

You had re played that moment so many times since it had happened, trying to make sense of it, trying to figure out why you felt so deeply about him. When Eddie made you the happiest you had ever been. You felt so guilty feeling so strongly about someone else, especially after the morning you and Eddie shared. Your heart just couldn’t help but ache for the man you left in that big house, all alone, drinking his sorrows away.

I’m a fucking monster

You pinch your eyebrows with your fingers, willing all the scattered pieces of yourself back together. You blow out all the air in your lungs and push your key into the ignition, driving away from school, leaving all thoughts of Steve behind.

Violet had decided to come to your place early to get ready, it reminded you of when the two of you used to get ready for school dances together when you were younger. She insisted on the both of you wearing the least amount of clothing as possible, much to your dismay.

“Since when did you become a prude? We are both hot, young, single women. We deserve to have men and women alike ogle at us from time to time. It builds self-confidence!” she declares assuredly.

Not single Not single Not single

Violet decided on a black lacey strappy dress that hugged all of her curves just right, her eyes sultry lined with two smokey black wings, and her purple hair curled to perfection sitting right above her butt. She looked like every nerdy guys gothic dream. You decide on something a little less scandalous, but still approved by Violet. Wearing a black bralette with a black mesh long sleeve over it, extenuating your breasts, pairing it with a short black mini skirt with a slit going half way up the side; and your black combat boots.

 She had convinced you to take a few shots before going to the bar, your head already delightfully buzzed. You were just putting one more coat of lip gloss, when you hear Violet call out from the other room.

“Ubers here!”

The two of you squeeze into the back of an uber and head to the bar. Violet told you on the way that evidently it was a new bar in town that everyone has been talking about and posting all about over social media. Violets extensive knowledge of the bar scene completely going over your head.

The Uber let the two of you off in front of a building covered in red neon lights, you could already hear the loud music coming from inside of the building. Violet grabs your hand and the two of you head inside. The bar was more crowded than you expected, all of you smooshed into the building like sardines. The floor vibrated with how loud it is, the music combined with people chattering away made your head hurt. You make your way past other patrons and head towards the bar, Violet sits down confidently, flipping her hair behind her back.

“I’m gonna see if I can get someone to buy us some drinks, follow my lead.” She ushers the two of you closer to a group of guys who looked like they have had one too many beers already.

“Hey boys,” Violet says slyly, she was always good with getting her way. She never acted spoiled or threw a fit if she didn’t, but you always admired how confident she was and how good she is with people. She never went home with or even danced with any of the men she flirted with, her heart still stuck on Quinn, just using them to keep her mind off of her broken heart. You look around at the rest of the bar, uninterested in any of the men that were stood before you.

The bar was dimly lit, with a few candles placed on various tables around the room. The actual bar took up a majority of the back wall, filled with any kind of liquor you could possibly want. The people occupying the bar varied in age, some younger, some older, all seemingly having a good time. Couples held up in the corners of the room, talking quietly, kissing or other various salacious activities. On the right side of the room was a small dance floor, where patrons were dancing, some more lewdly than others.

When you finally returned your attention back to Violet, she handed you a drink and fluttered her eyelashes at the group of men before whisking you away to the corner of the room.

“Why are men so gross? I swear I could barely get one of them to look me in the eye, like I know my tits are great but they aren’t THAT great,” she slurs slightly, the shots catching up to her already.

The two of you sit in a corner of the room, finishing off your very strong drinks. You sat back in amusement at every guy that would pick up the courage to stop by at your table, trying to pick up one or the both of you, some more pathetic than others. You looked over at Violet every once in a while, making sure that this wasn’t all for nothing and that she was having a good time.

Violet put up a good front, it was pretty easy with her eyes disguised in black eyeliner, but you could see through to the sadness underneath it all. Beneath all of her confidence and extroverted tendencies, was agony. The type of sadness that sits in your stomach and rots, eating you from the inside out. You tried not to push her too much, asking if she was okay and told her that you were here whenever she needed to talk. But she brushed you off every single time. But you knew, she didn’t even need to tell you how she felt.. you could feel it ripping her apart on the inside. You see her smile fading slightly after turning down yet another guy. You see and in and you take it.

“Vi.. are you okay? Like really? And please no more bullshit, if I have to hear one more “I’m okay” or “I’m fine” I’m gonna scream,” you plead with your best friend.

Her shoulders drop, all hints of happiness leaving her face, behind her eyeliner she looked tired. Not just physically tired, the tired you get from pretending to be okay when you’re not, not sleeping at night because your mind won’t shut off. She turns towards you, wetness forming in the corners of her eyes, her mask finally off.

“No, I’m not, and I don’t know when I will be, I keep waiting and waiting that one day it won’t hurt so much.. I just thought that if I pretend, that eventually one day it won’t hurt so bad... but it hasn’t. For fucks sake I thought we were going to get married!... Well I wanted to get married,” she sniffles.

You grab her hand and squeeze it tightly inside yours, just grateful that she was letting you in. She looks at you gratefully and pulls you into a tight hug. You didn’t have any words to make it better, to numb her pain.. you just squeezed her tightly back and hoped it was enough.

“I dunno what I’d do without you bubs, you’re literally the only reason I’m holding it together right now,” she admits.

Guilt floods your system like a tsunami, even more unsure now how she was going to take the new about you and Eddie. Not only would you be rubbing your very happy relationship in her face, but it’s with her fucking dad, her fucking dad. No, she deserved to know. No matter what happens now, Eddie is just as important to you as she is, and you weren’t going to let him go. Violet would just have to understand.

“Alright no more sad talk, we’re here to have fun!”

She grabs your arm and takes you back over to the bar, ordering another round of shots for the two of you. Tequilla burning your throat as the two of you stumble onto the dance floor.

 It’s a blur of sweat, glitter, and bodies. The two of you sway your hips back and forth to the beat of the music, giggling at one another, the alcohol officially taking effect. More and more people gather onto the dance floor, filling the room with sweat and haze.

You and Violet smile at each other, holding hands and singing obnoxiously loud to the songs playing. You can see the worry and the sadness evaporate off Violet’s face, you smile to yourself, wishing all the happiness in the world for your best friend.

After a few more songs, Violet excuses herself to go to the bathroom. You linger at the edge of the dance floor, not wanting to dance by yourself. You take the time to people watch, looking at the various patrons at the bar, guys trying to score, girls laughing with their friends, older men sitting at the bar nursing their drinks, the bartenders running around behind the bar like chickens with their heads cut off, and Eddie.

Wait.. EDDIE?!

You do a double take and then a triple take to make sure your alcohol goggles weren’t skewing your vision, and you weren’t imagining your very sexy boyfriend at a random bar with some guy. You smile and start to walk over to the table where Eddie was at to say hello. But you stop in your tracks, the closer you get, the back of the other man’s head becomes increasingly more familiar. Steve fucking Harrington.

Your body freezes, your brain working a million miles a minute.

Steve knows Eddie?

Eddie knows Steve?

How?

Why?

Your body stiffens even further when you see Steve’s large hand envelop the upper part of Eddies thigh, traveling farther and farther up his leg. Your breath caught in your throat, a lump making its home there.

How could he?

What the hell?

What the fuck is going on?

Eddie looks at Steve, kind of sad but also startled, his eyes wander behind Steve’s head and locks eyes with you. His mouth hung open agape. That’s the last thing you see before the tears cloud your vision. You push past the crowd of people in the bar, making your way to the front door. Pushing the door open, the cold air forcing goosebumps across your skin.

Unable to hold the tears anymore, you let them flow freely down your face. You look around you and you don’t know what to do or where to go. You can’t leave, but you don’t want to stay either. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to self soothe and protect yourself from the cold.

That’s when you hear the loud music from inside the bar followed by the front door closing, you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

“Y/N, it’s not what you think-, “ Eddie says desperately.

“What was his hand doing on your leg? I thought you were helping out a friend tonight?” You cut him off, trying to keep your voice level and hold back anymore tears.

You knew it, you knew Eddie was too good to be true. He’s too nice, and warm, you felt too safe around him. Every happy moment with him comes crashing down in an instant, you never really mattered to him. You were always just his daughter’s best friend, a little kid, someone to mess around with. How could you be so blind, your own stupidity kicking you in the face and knocking the air out of your lungs. You didn’t even know who you were madder at, Eddie, or at yourself.

“Fuck I was! I mean I am!” Eddie says, panic setting in his voice.

“So, him feeling you up, that’s you helping out a friend? How charitable, Eds” you spit back. You could allow yourself to be angry, but you wouldn’t break, not right now. Not if you had to go back inside and face Violet.

“Yes! No, I- we are JUST friends, baby I promise” Eddie pleads.

“I’d say we’ve been more than friends Ed” you hear another familiar voice, as Steve steps out into the midnight air.

Your heart could crumble into a million pieces by Steve’s confession, you’d fall to the ground if your brain wasn’t working so hard, buzzing like a million bees working overtime.

“You need to tell me what’s going on right now or I’m grabbing Violet and I’m never speaking to either of you ever again.” The hurt in your voice noticeable, you bite your lip to stop your lip from quivering. Eddies rubs his hands across his face, trying to find the words to explain.

“Wait, you two know each other?” Steve says, hands on his hips, all three of you looking at each other with so many unsaid questions.

“Yeah, we know each other very fucking well Steve,” you seethe, trying to hide your hurt. Steve flinches slightly, looking guilty.

“Eddie, what the fuck is going on… If-if I was just going to be a little fling for you, a heads up would have been nice! I-I let you in, I let you see every part of me and then you do THIS? I’ve been hurt in the past, but I never, ever, thought I’d be hurt by you” you choke back a sob, as angry tears start streaming down your face. You know by now that your mascara and make up were completely ruined, you felt more vulnerable than you had ever felt in your entire life.

Your heart might as well have been ripped from your chest and stomped on right in front of you on the cold hard pavement. You look at the two faces staring back at you, Steve still utterly confused and bewildered, and Eddie, well Eddie’s face mirrored yours. His eyes misty, you can see his Adams apple bobbing in his throat. Steve runs his hands nervously through his hair before speaking.

“Look this is all my fault, okay? I, shit, I’ve been so hung up on everything that happened between us that I just wanted to feel good. Eddie and I, we used to have something in the past, but it’s not happened in a long time. I don’t really know what I was thinking, I was just being stupid.” Steve admits, looking down at his shoes, his cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Between the two of you? What the fuck happened between the two of you?” a fire lit up behind Eddies eyes.

You sigh, not having it in your heart to be angry with Steve, he must have just not known that the two of you were together, or maybe Eddie hadn’t mentioned it yet.

“Remember that guy.. that kissed me... and I came over to your house crying?” you say defeated; you point over at Steve. He raises his hand with a sympathetic look on his face.

“Guilty is charged,” Steve says lightheartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

“YOU kissed her? Jesus Christ this is so fucked up” Eddie says, pacing between the two of you, trying to clear his head. Steve nods his head, his eyes moving back and forth trying to put his thoughts together.

“Did I kiss you when you guys were together? Did you come over and check on me while you were with him?” Steve’s finger pointed at Eddie, his eyes sadder than they were a minute ago.

Eddies eyes now huge wildfires and looks at you, crossing his arms.

“What the fuck is he talking about Y/N, when did you go and see him?” he spits.

Now it was your turn for your mouth to open and close, your brain no longer able to form any words.

“No Steve, we weren’t together when we kissed. Eds listen it wasn’t like that, I just felt bad and was worried about him because he stopped coming to class. When I got to his place he was drunk and I just helped him clean up his house that’s all.” You reassure Eddie, but his expression was blank and his eyes cold.

“I asked when Y/N, when did you go over to his house?” he mutters quietly.

“3 Days ago,” you admit apologetically, looking anywhere besides Eddies disapproving eyes.

“You mean the day after we had sex? The day after “I” let YOU in?” Eddie fumes.

You bite your lip and look at him, searching for your Eddie, searching for the warmth in his eyes. But you saw nothing, he didn’t even look like himself, his face contorted in anger.

Eddie takes a few steps towards you, a frown on his face and hurt in his eyes. You flinch at his expression, you have never seen Eddie look so mad and upset, it’s so jarring. You rarely even heard the man yell.

“So, let me get this straight, you kiss Steve, and then you came running over to my house, and you let ME kiss you? And then when after we have sex, pretty fucking good sex I might add, you go over to HIS house? Un-fucking-believable Y/N,” he snarls, his voice breaking at the end.

You slump your shoulders, you needed to make him understand, to know how much he means to you.

“Eddie, I- “

“You’re fucking my dad?” You hear a voice call out from the entrance of the bar.

All the blood in your body turns to ice, this is not how you wanted her to find out, you and Eddie had a whole plan. That plan likely now in the trash, you didn’t even know if Eddie was going to forgive you.

“Violet, please not now” you hear Eddie say tiredly.

“No wait let ME get this straight” she says, stepping closer to the three of you, tears swimming in her eyes.

“Not only are you fucking my dad, YOU my best friend since middle school, AND you kissed my uncle Steve?!” she says, her lips upturned in a fake smile that was like a slap to the face.

“We were going to tell you tomorrow Vi, I promise I wasn’t trying to hide it from you. I just-“ you knew any words that you said to her right now weren’t going to matter, you could tell by the look on her face that she’s already made up her mind. You stifle a sob, looking at Eddie for help.

Eddie turns towards you, but the Eddie you had come to know wasn’t there. Almost no emotion in his eyes, he looks at you mournfully, almost like he pitied you.

“We were waiting until we knew it was serious Vi, it’s not all her fault either, take it easy,” he warns.

“No stop talking, I’ll deal with you later” she snaps, dismissing her father.

“So, what are you some kind of slut? You kiss someone else while you’re with my dad? What kind of fucking monster are you? I don’t even know who you are anymore!” she wails tears like waterfalls down her pretty face.

You didn’t know the answer to her questions, but you knew she was right. You are a monster, you’re like a hurricane that bulldozes everything it touches.

“Violet please, I’m sorry I promise I didn’t mean to hurt you, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. You’re all the family I have, just please let’s go home so we can talk this all out.” your legs wobble, threatening to give out below you, sobs wracking in your chest. Your entire world was crashing down around you, and there was nothing you could do to stop it.

“No, we’re done, I can’t even look at you right now. Stay the fuck away from me and MY family,” she warns.

Violet turns and walks away from the three of you and the bar, you go to follow her, but a large hand envelops your shoulder.

“You probably shouldn’t,” Eddie says flatly.

“But I need to, I need to make things right, I can’t just leave it like this!” you plead with him, fresh tears blurring your vision.

Eddie nods his head knowing you well enough by now to know why you feel this way. “I think its best if there’s some space from the two of you… and us for now.”

“Wait what? Are you breaking up with me?” you squeak, the words pushing the rest of the air from your lungs. By this point your legs are numb from the cold air, anxiety filled your body making you shake like a leaf and your teeth chatter. You couldn’t even feel the cold anymore, your body feels like it's on fire, threatening to explode from the inside out.

“Eddie please, please don’t do this, don’t do this to me” you plead, begging with everything you have in you, every breath every feeling, every kiss re playing in your brain.

I can’t lose you I can’t lose you I can’t lose you please please please please don’t go

Eddie rubs his hand behind his neck, he looks tired, his eyes rimmed with tears of his own, he blinks them away and looks at you.

“I just need some space, maybe someday we can revisit this, but I can’t do this right now, I need to make things right with my daughter. She comes first, I’m sorry” he explains.

You nod your head in understanding and defeat, of course Violet comes first. Your head was so clouded in panic you forgot about how this would affect his relationship with her.

Eddie looks at Steve and then looks at you, he gives you one final nod before he walks away into the night looking for Violet.

You sink onto the cold hard sidewalk, you put your head on your knees, your back shaking harshly while all the held in tears and sobs come out in droves. You cried for what felt like hours, occasionally hearing drunk people coming out of the bar. Before you knew it the muted music playing in the bar stopped and the lights on the inside went out. You lift your head up to rest on your knees, your eyes surely swollen from all the crying, your whole body hurt. Partially from sitting so long, but also because you don’t think you’ve ever cried so hard in your life. Your eyes hurt, your chest ached, and your throat felt like it was on fire.

You see movement to your left and look to see Steve sitting next to you patiently on the pavement. His arms on his knees, he turns his head to look at you, his eyes full of worry.

“Sorry if I startled you or something, I just- I didn’t like the idea of you being downtown all by yourself in your state. I hope that’s okay” he says kindly.

His warmness making your chest hurt, you didn’t deserve his kindness, or anyone’s kindness after everything that happened.

“You don’t have to stay with me, I’ll just call an uber or something...” you say softly, wiping the rest of the tears from your face.

Steve doesn’t say anything, he just stands up and at first you think he’s going to take you at your word and leave. Then you feel his hand on your back, ushering you up, you start to protest. But he just ushers you silently towards his car. He gets in the driver’s side and turns on the car, then he gets out and helps you into the passenger side, holding you gently.

“I turned the seat warmers on, feel free to turn the heat up, you must be freezing.” He says softly. He shuts your car door for you and then ruffles around in the back seat before opening your car door again and wrapping you up in a warm blanket.

“I have this stashed for emergencies, seems like the right time to use it.” He states, fussing over you making sure you’re completely covered by the blanket.

New tears well in your eyes, your heart spilling out of you, it’s all too much. The whiplash of the argument with Eddie and Violet and now Steve being the sweetest man in the world to you. As if you aren’t the worst person to ever exist. You didn’t deserve this, you should be locked away for your crimes . Not wrapped up in a blanket and handled with care, it wasn’t fair to Eddie or Violet.

“We really were going to tell her, ya know? And- and I didn’t mean for things to happen with Eddie after we kissed, it just happened. It’s all so messy and it’s all my fault, I fucked it all up!” You sob.

Steve looks back at you mournfully.

“I know, honey, I know,” he says softly.

 The two of you sit in some more silence while you cry, then you feel his warm hand start rubbing little circles into your back, which only makes you sob harder, but even so, you find yourself leaning into his touch. Leaning into any type of comfort, your heart hurt too much, you couldn’t take it, you need it to go away.

Eventually, you stop crying and Steve gets in the driver side to drive you home, you just look out the window, allowing your body to thaw under the blanket. You eventually give Steve directions to your apartment, and go back to looking out the window, your eyes getting heavier and heavier the longer you were sitting wrapped in your blanket cocoon.

When you wake, you hear the car door opening and feel Steve’s strong arms scoop you against his chest. You smell his intoxicating cologne; you hadn’t smelled it in so long, but it awoken something in you. You blinked slowly, taking in your surroundings. He had not taken you home, to your lonely apartment filled with the memories of you and Eddie. Instead, you were being carried through the front door of his house and entering a very familiar foyer. Steve sets you down on a comfy couch in a room you assume is the living room.

You stare at him in confusion, your brain fogged over from tonight’s events. He looks a little nervous, his knee bouncing up and down.

“Uh sorry, you fell asleep, and I didn’t like the idea of you going home and being by yourself. I can still take you home if you’d like, I just I dunno...I was worried about you,” he confesses, his honey brown eyes staring up at you expectantly.

You wipe away the sleep and the dried tears from your eyes, you sit up sorely, your body punishing you for sitting on the hard pavement for so long. You feel more vulnerable than you’d like to admit, in Steves house with barely any clothes on. You rub your arms trying to soothe yourself, wrapping yourself up tighter in Steves blanket.

“Thank you” you squeak, your voice hoarse from crying so much. He smiles slightly and nods, scratching the back of his neck before he speaks next.

“You’re welcome to stay...if you’d like, I have plenty of guest rooms for you to sleep in. No pressure though,” he says hurriedly.

You mull over his offer, the idea of staying over made your stomach feel sick with guilt but also burn with curiosity. Then you thought again about getting back in his car, and going back home to your apartment, alone with your thoughts, replaying tonight’s events over and over again.

“If it’s alright with you... I think I’d like to stay,” you say meekly, fidgeting with your hands.

The anxiety on Steve’s face diminishes, nodding at you eagerly. “Please, mi casa es su casa,” he gestures to his house and chuckles lightly to clear the air.

You look at him gratefully, the two of you make some light small talk before he gives you the grand tour of the house. He explains it used to be his parents’ house before they moved to Florida after his dad retired. He went on to tell you that he wasn’t very close with his parents, they always resented him for never marrying or having any kids of his own. You felt even more guilty now, not only had Steve left his job because of you, but that meant more time stuck in this house, thinking about what a disappointment he is to his parents. The self-pity spiral is starting to grow bigger and bigger inside your head once again, the spell only broken when Steve puts his hand on your back, and your mind goes silent.

Focusing on the warmth and pressure his hand is leaving on your back. In contrast to all the shitty things that happened this evening, you’re allowing yourself this one nice thing. It reminded you of simpler times, when you just had a little crush on your sociology professor, before the kiss, before everything with Eddie. You remember the first time he put his hand on your back, it was the first day you went into his office when he helped you take care of that parking ticket. You remember how your insides twisted and turned with excitement. Then, when you became his TA, it was something you looked forward to when the two of you were alone together.

“And this is one of the many guest bedrooms, feel free to pick anyone you like there’s plenty to choose” he states cheerfully.

Steve shows you the rest of the house, your mind boggled by how big the house really is, castle might be a better word for it.

Steve escorts you towards one of the many bathrooms on the second floor leaving you alone to shower and freshen up, the bathroom stocked with the fluffiest towels you’ve ever felt in your entire life. The guest bathroom alone seemed bigger than your whole apartment. You let the hot water envelop you, hugging every part of your body.

You sit on the cold tiles of the shower, trying to figure out what to do. You think about Violet first, the person who ha been your best friend for as long as you can remember, the only one who has always been in your corner, now gone. You feel tears at the edges of your very sore eyes. Then you think of Eddie, the sweetest guy to ever exist, and the only one to ever make you feel worthy of love.

How did you fuck this up so badly?

You let a few more tears fall, meeting the warm water down the drain. You rub your eyes, the skin around your eyes raw from all the crying, you can’t remember the last time you cried this much. It made you feel so small and fragile, like if someone breathed at you the wrong way, you’d crumble into a million pieces. You let a few more tears fall before you take a deep breath and finish your shower. You shake away your thoughts, thinking about how differently this day had started versus how it was ending, everything taken away from you so quickly.

You were grateful for Steves kindness, it felt nice to not be in your apartment. To be away from the mess you had made, you could almost allow yourself to forget.. almost.

When you walk into the guest bedroom you see a pair of plaid boxers and a big grey t-shirt left on the bed for you, you pick up the t-shirt laid out before you and bring it up to your nose. Your shoulders relax as the scent fills your nostrils. The scent of Steve, not even his cologne, just him. It made your brain dizzy. Once you finish getting dressed you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!” you call out. Steve emerges from the other side of the door, holding a glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol. He shakes the bottle in his hand and comes to sit next to you on the bed.

“Oh gosh Thank you so much” you say gratefully taking the glass of water and taking two Tylenol.

Steve waves you off, you will be forever in awe of the way Steve is able to make anything seem like a piece of cake. He never made you feel like a burden, something you are always concerned about. It made you feel a little more at ease.

“You really didn’t have to do all this for me, it’s my own mess that I gotta figure out how to clean up, I feel bad that you went through all this trouble for me” you confess, guilt already filling your chest again. These were the consequences of your own actions, and you needed to deal with it. You think about how unfair you’ve been, not only to Eddie or Violet, but to Steve as well. None of them deserved to be caught up in your hurricane, but yet they all paid the price somehow.

“You’d do it for me...you have done it for me” he says quietly, looking at his hands.

You turn your head, studying his face, he seemed slightly embarrassed but mostly sad.

“You didn’t have to come over and check on me, especially not when I drunk texted you like an idiot. You were so kind, and I was so pathetic.” He runs his fingers through his hair, shaking his head slightly.

“Anyone would have done that Steve, really it’s okay, I didn’t mind helping. Everyone needs some help every now and again,” you say dismissing him.

“Exactly, so why don’t you take your own advice and let me help you?” he counters, sticking up one of his eyebrows in retort.

You try and find a reason, but you couldn’t think of a good one. Your brain is exhausted, you need comfort.. a hug, something.

“C’mere” Steve mumbles, opening his arms to you, like he could read your mind, but knowing you, your face doesn’t hide much. Your pain was probably written all over your face. You didn’t have anything left in you to deny yourself any longer, that left when Eddie did. You crawl into Steves arms and let out a deep breath for one of the first times tonight. He wraps his strong arms around you, the two of you sit like that for a bit. Steve never pulling away, just letting you cuddle up against him for as long as you need.

You sigh in his arms, allowing yourself to fully relax, you wrap your fingers around Steves shirt. Bringing him impossibly closer to you, taking in his intoxicating scent once again. His heartbeat against your ear warming you more than the shower did, making your body relax completely against his. After today’s events, this little bit of affection was like a drug, a drug that was filling your body with need. Desire brewing inside you, begging you to forget, pleading with you to give into your deepest needs.

You pull back from Steve's embrace, just enough to be a couple inches from his face, you could feel his breath on your cheeks. You look into his eyes, but he's not looking at you. He’s looking at your lips, you can see his brain fighting the urge to kiss you. And that diminishes the rest of your resolve, you lean in closer to his lips. Steve eagerly meets you halfway, his lips a hungry attack on your own. Not like the way he kissed you back in his office so many weeks ago, that kiss was swift and innocent. This kiss was one filled with passion and need, he grabs the back of your neck, almost like a promise to himself that he wouldn’t let you go this time. You entwine your fingers into his silky locks at the nap of his neck, pulling him closer to you. That elicits a groan from Steve, only making your need for him grow stronger. His moan makes your brain short circuit, the most primal part of you coming out of its cave, ready to play. You couldn’t even count how many nights during the start of the school year you would imagine what he sounded like, with your hand between your legs.

Steve grabs your waist and pulls you onto his lap, you mindlessly grind against his lap selfishly trying to find any type of friction against your core. You moan into each other’s mouths, a song of your combined desperation for each other. The two of you are a tangled mess of hands, lips, and tongues.

Steve grabs at the edges of your (his) shirt, pulling it up and over your head. It takes Steve no time to start his assault on your chest. Leaving open mouthed kisses on your skin, nipping and sucking on your nipples, making you grind down harder on his lap.

“Damn... you’re so fucking beautiful,” he moans into your chest, his voice making you throw your head back in pleasure, answering him with a moan of your own. His eyes wild in lust, slightly bloodshot from the previous events, but still trained on you, like you’re the only thing that mattered in the world right now. Steve's grip on you was firm but not bruising, another way he showed you how much he cared for you, even now. You hold onto his shoulders for support, grinding down faster into his lap. The head of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, you could feel your arousal soaking the cloth of Steve’s boxers, you’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so incredible turned on.

Wanting to see more of him you tug his shirt off too, running your hands through his dark brown chest hair.

He guides you to lay down on the bed, his weight on top of you only adding to the feeling of his cock in between your folds. You moan loudly, pushing your hips against his, the pleasure building deep inside you.

“You sound so pretty baby, so so pretty” Steve praises you, leaving little kisses along your pulse point. He makes his way down your body, leaving kisses on every open patch of skin he could find. Reaching the hem of his boxers hanging lowly on your waist, looking up at you, his eyes asking permission to move forward with his thought. You nod your head quickly, in your hazy state you’d probably let him do about anything to you right now. He leaves a kiss right below your belly button as a thank you as he slides of your (his) boxers, pushing your legs open to fully expose yourself to him.

Steve lets out a pained moan, spreading your lips, inspecting every inch of your center like it was painted my da Vinci himself.

“Jesus christ baby, look at you.. soo wet” He admires, barely audible to you, almost like he was talking to himself. Steve leaves chaste kisses on your thighs, making them slightly in anticipation.  Finally Steve licks a long stripe from your center to your clit, flicking your clit with the point of his tongue.

“Fuck Steve oh-oh my god,” you whimper, you were already so needy and you barely started.

Steve goes to town like a man starved, if it didn’t feel so damn good, you’d be worried that he wasn’t coming up for air. His tongue darting expertly in and out of your core, his handsomely pointed nose rubbing up against your clit making you see stars.

Your legs threaten to close, unable to hold them open any longer, smushing Steve's face. His hands guide your thighs open wider than before, getting impossibly closer to your heat. Your body hurtling embarrassingly fast towards your release already, you grab a fist full of his hair to steady yourself.

Free of consequences, and pain, it’s ecstasy.

Steve moans deliciously into your core, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure down your spine, rolling your hips into his face.

“H-holy shitt, look at you baby, makin’ such a mess for me, such a good girl,” he coos at you, making you clench around nothing. The whole bottom half of his face glistening with your arousal, not that it seemed to bother Steve. He looked like a kid in a fucking candy store, greedily sucking, nipping, and licking every drop you gave him. He’s a man possessed.

With every lick of Steve’s tongue, you were getting closer and closer to pure bliss. The headboard behind you rocking back and forth against the wall obnoxiously, you look down below you to see Steve's hips rocking against the mattress as he was buried deep in between your legs. What a fucking sight.

He's so pretty

That image alone brings you right at the edge, your hips grinding fervently against his face, your combined moans filling the room

 “Yeah, right there, fuck right fucking there!” you wail.

His hands tighten around your thighs, doubling down between your folds.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck I’m gonnna... I’m gonna cum!” you scream as your vision whites out and euphoria floods your system. Your ears ringing, the only thing you can hear is the mixed moans of you and Steve. Your on cloud nine, your brain thanking you, your mind clear of Eddie and Violet, only Steve. Steve's hands, mouth, lips, tongue, everything Steve.

Once you come down from your high, you look at Steve hungrily, sitting up to capture his lips with yours. Your release tangy on his tongue. He wraps his arms around you, smooshing you back onto the bed.

“Your turn” you say with a smirk, flipping him over onto his back.  

“Uh.. no need” Steve says sheepishly, looking down at the wet spot that formed in his grey sweatpants. Your mouth hung open in an “O” shape. Steve just came from eating you out

… holy shit...

“Holy shit” you say, your eyes unable to move from the mess he made in his pants.

“Yeah, holy shit” he chimes in, clearly a little embarrassed by his actions.  You didn’t want him to be embarrassed, he had no need to be. He is just one of the sexiest men alive that’s all, no big deal. You look up at him with lust still in his eyes, and lean over his mess. You leave open mouth kisses on the fabric, licking lightly with your tongue. You taste bits of Steve's release, making you moan wishing for more.

“Jesus- Fuck!” Steve hisses, his hips buckle at the sensation, still sensitive from his climax. You look back up at him innocently, giving him a light kiss on the cheek.   

“What am I gonna do with you, you naughty girl” he smirks, shaking his head back and forth. The question hanging uncomfortable in the air...

What the fuck were the two of you going to do? What the fuck was that?

Eventually the two make your way to the bathroom, Steve leaves momentarily to change into different pants and leaves you to clean yourself. Upon his return he brought you a new pair of boxers and you thank him gratefully. The other pair completely pathetically soiled.

Looking at Steve post orgasm should be its own art exhibit, his grey-brown hair messy from being pulled and tugged, his eyes still slightly blown in lust, his lips pink, and his chest delightfully bare. How could he get even more beautiful? You wished your mind to take a picture to remember this.

Steve walks you back to your room and sits next to you on the bed, so many unsaid words hung in the air. Firstly, you didn’t want Steve to think this was some kind of a rebound, of course it felt good, but you had been wanting Steve since the first day he set foot in the classroom. Then there was Eddie, your wound still fresh from your breakup. You really do care for Eddie, he was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, but that didn’t diminish your feelings for Steve. You knew that if Eddie found out about what the two of you had done, you’d just hurt him even more than you already have. You stomach started twisting in knots, the mess you made growing bigger by the hour bringing in more casualties. Your brain is even more confused than it was a few hours ago, if that’s even possible.

“This doesn’t have to be a thing, you know? We don’t have to talk about it ever again. Scouts honor,” He confesses, smiling warmly at you.

“I’m so sorry Steve, I didn’t mean for this to happen, I- I don’t know what happened, I just...”

“You’re sorry? I should be the one who’s apologizing, I feel like a fucking monster. You were a little drunk, and so was I, and I didn’t stop it even though I should have. You don’t have to explain yourself to me at all Y/N, okay?” he interrupts.

You feel some tension leaving your shoulders, although you didn’t think it was Steve’s fault at all. But all the energy you had to argue with him, had been squashed by the orgasm Steve so wonderfully gifted to you, your body now beyond exhausted, begging you for sleep. You bring your knees up to your chest and yawn.

“Okay Stevie,” you say, your eyes fluttering, fighting to stay open.

Steve smiles warmly at the nickname, “Alright, well I’ll let you get some rest, I’m just down the hall if you need anything”

You watch Steve get up and walk towards the door, anxiety filling your head watching him leave. You didn’t want him to go. You remember how nice his arms felt around you not an hour ago, and how calm your brain is when he’s around.

“Steve?” you say barely audible.

“Yeah?” he says his eyes showing a hint of concern and anticipation.

“Stay with me?” you beg pathetically. You know its not right, you know you shouldn’t want him, or crave him. What about Eddie, what about fucking Eddie. But your heart ached with the thought of sleeping so close but so far from him, the need for him ached deep inside your bones.

Silence fills the room, the two of you looking at each other, knowing the answer to your question could change everything. You open your mouth saying you’ve changed your mind, feeling stupid again for the hundredth time tonight.

But as you’re about to say something, Steve closes the door and sits next to you on the bed. Steve's eyes are tired, you look at the clock next to you and it’s nearly 5 am, Steve had the patience of a god. You let out the breath you were holding, the bubble of anxiety dissipating from your chest.

“Go on, get comfy, I know you’re exhausted” Steve orders, motioning towards the covers. You wrap yourself up under the very expensive looking blankets, Steve tugging the blankets up higher making sure you were comfy before settling in behind you. He envelops you with his arms, pulling you closer, your back now flush with his chest and your head resting comfortable under his. Steve is so warm, like the sun, filling your body with its heat, your eyes eyes getting heavy. He rubs soothing circles into your bare skin that’s open to him.

“’s this okay?” he breathes quietly into your ear.

“Yeah.. perfect,” you whisper, alright on the verge of sleep.

Dreamland finds you not long after, the dull ache in your chest soothed by the warmth of Steve’s body next to you in bed.

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i have a request for you, it’s very self indulgent!

it’s summer and you’ve just broken up with your boyfriend. eddie and steve both fancy the pants off you, they turn up the charm to 100, a war commencing between them as they both want you so badly, constantly trying to one up the other.

not a steddie, but who knows who she’ll end up with 👀✨

this is such a fun idea anon. so so fun. heavy on the steddie x reader soz

they start off CRAZY competitive. it gets subtly more and more contentious- Eddie and Steve are inches away from lightly brawling every time the lethal combo of the three of you is in a room together.

but something clicks in with Steve one night; he approaches Eddie outside a house party, asks to bum a cigarette.

“you ever thought about, maybe… tag-teaming?” Steve suggests, casually, smoking like he was born for it.

Eddie cocks an eyebrow- “didn’t think The King would be one for sharing his girls. you hittin’ on me, sweetheart?”

cheeks pink beyond deniability, Steve clears his throat around a mouthful of smoke. “no, that’s not- I’m sayin’, she gets flustered with attention when it’s just one of us. maybe we’d have an easier time, y’know…”

“sure. cool. I get it.” Eddie’s shrugging his jacket back on, tossing over his shoulder with a flourish- “Stevie boy wants a threesome. his wish is my command.”

they get a lot harder to laugh off, to ignore in any way, after that night. if you turned from Eddie’s luxurious attention, there was Steve across the counter, running a warm palm up your forearm to ask if you wanted another drink. if Steve was lovey with you (squeezing close to pass behind, thumbs stroking the exposed skin of your waist), Eddie was, twofold (arm slung around your shoulders, lips pressing to your forehead, rings cool at the thigh of your jeans).

the best part about this new set-up was that your boys were actually, finally getting along.

it was all so suddenly pleasant and fun and sexy, all this attention from the both of them, that you don’t know how you couldn’t have seen it before.

[threesome pending]

[shanakin-skywalker]

Shanakin's Stranger Things Fic Recs

Stranger Things

🍦Steve Harrington🍦

Title: Do You Have The Soup?

Author: @hannuhbee

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 865

Type: Fluff; Drabble

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Not Provided

My Thoughts: This is such a sweet drabble. Literally so cute to the point my heart almost burst.

Link: [Tumblr] https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/hannuhbee/690683013464506368?source=share

Title: With Cable-Knit Sweaters and Freshly Pressed Levis

Author: @cursestothemoon

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 5700+

Type: Slight Angst/Hurt/Comfort/Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Slight steam, some cursing, nothing serious.

Summary: You’re going off to college and Steve starts to feel a little insecure about where his life is going resulting in him saying something he regrets. Robin talks some sense into him.

My Thoughts: I love the writing. The characterization is great and this squeezed my heart in the best way possible. I also love the flashbacks throughout this oneshot.

Link:  [Tumblr] https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/acunningstargazer/690554846766661632?source=share

Title: You Shook Me All Night Long

Author: @pinkchubbiebunnie

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!PlusSized/Thick!Reader

Word Count: 45091

Type: Fluff/Smut, Multi-Chapter(4)

Warnings: Inappropriate Work Boners, Masturbation, Smut, Mentions of Bullying, Mentions of Food, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Sexual Fantasy, Face Sitting, Subby Steve, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Outdoor Sex, Mentions of Past Steve x Nancy, Mentions of Dieting and Diet Culture

Summary: Steve had never pictured himself eding up here – working for minimum wage at an ice cream shop, wearing a fucking sailor costume. But hey, life catches up to you and plans change. He also never would have guessed that someone who had been sitting quietly in the background of his life for years would secretly be the hottest babe of the century – and in the moent he found out, he had never been more thankful for ice cream minimum wage slavery and the stupid outfit you seemed to find adorable. Set Pre Season 3.

My Thoughts: This is such a satisfying read. Everything wraps up perfectly. There is no major conflict. Just Steve being a simp and I love that for him.

Link: [Ao3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40074273/chapters/100363440

Title: Boy With Love

Author: @kxnobi

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4569

Type: Smut/Fluff; Multi-Chapter (2)

Warnings: Smut, Sub!Steve, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Breeding Kink, Dom!Fem!Reader, Dacryphilia, Service Kink, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms

Summary: Steve got the emotional connection he’s been looking for! But now he’s too nervous to make a move so you take matters into your own hands.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40685739

Title: Stone Cold Sober

Author: @fairyysoup

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2222

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Smut, Mild Dubcon B/C Steve’s Drunk, Switch!Steve, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Intoxication, Mutual Pining

Summary: This isn’t the first time Steve has called you- it’s just the first time it’s led to this.

My  Thoughts:

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/43608471

Title: Hot for Teacher

Author: @handfulofteeth(sonorous)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 12960

Type: Smut/Fluff/Mild Hurt&Comfort/Angst; OneShot

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Car Sex, Blow Jobs in a Car, Blow Jobs, Porn with Plot, Porn with Feelings, Dirty Talk, Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, Face-Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Steve Harrington Really Loves Eating Pussy, Vaginal Fingering, A ‘lil Bit of Squirting, Mostly Just WAP.

Summary: “You know I heard Steve Harringtion can’t eat pussy?” It’s the day of your long-awaited date with Steve Harringtion, and your best friend chooses to drop that little nugget of information right on your head hours before he’s due to pick you up. But surely she’s just messing with you… right?

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/42719895

Title: Have You Seen Her?

Author: @luveline

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 27772

Type: Fluff/Hurt&Comfort/Smut; Multi-Chapter (2)

Warnings: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Eventual Smut, Smut in Second Chapter, Penis in Vagina Sex, Praise Kink

Summary: Steve finds out that falling in love can be really, really easy. You find out what it’s like when somebody wants to take care of you.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/43097013

Title: I Don’t Wanna Wait My Whole Life Through (To Say I’m In Love With You)

Author: @kazbrekker

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word Count: 8853

Type: Smut/Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Pining, Reader Loves Books, And Changes Hyperfixations At A Rapid Pace, Eddie and Reader Are In An Established Relationship, Spit Roasting, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Cunnilingus

Summary: You and Eddie start to notice all the things Steve does for you two. Or, alternately, sometimes things that feel too good to be true are true anyways.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40359996

Title: Her Best Friend’s Girl

Author: @starlight_searches

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Fem!Reader x Robin Buckley

Word Count: 5534

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Porn without Plot, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking

Summary: Robin watches the wiggling of his fingers, grimacing. Maybe she’s gayer than she thought, but it doesn’t look like it would feel very good at all. Steve frowns at his own hand, and then brushes the confusion away in a puff of smoke. “It’s too hard to describe. It’d be easier if I just show you. “Ewwww. Steve!” Robin slaps him hard enough that he almost drops the joint, but even her disgust is tempered by the high- punctuated by a deep throaty laugh. “Gross, no. Not like that-“Steve’s laughing too, falling over until his hair brushes her shoulder. “No, god no. I meant, you know, on my girl.” He shrugs, like its totally not a big deal. Like he hadn’t suggested something insane.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/42437568

Title: You Shook Me All Night Long

Author: @pinkchubbiebunnie

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 45091

Type: Smut/Fluff; Multi-Chapter (4)

Warnings: Season 3 Steve, Plus Size Reader, Inappropriate Work Boners, Masturbation, Smut, Mentions of Bullying, Mentions of Food, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Sexual Fantasy, Face-Sitting, Subby!Steve, Praise Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Shower Sex, Outdoor Sex, Mentions of Past Steve x Nancy, Mentions of Dieting and Diet Culture

Summary: Steve had never pictured himself ending up here- working for minimum wage at an ice  cream shop, wearing a fucking sailor costume. But hey, life catches up to you and plans change. He also never would have guessed that someone who had been sitting quietly in the background of his life for years would secretly be the hottest babe of the century- and in the moment he found that out, he had never been more thankful for ice cream minimum wage slavery and the stupid outfit you seemed to find adorable.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40074273

Title: Hold On Loosely

Author: @eratothemuse

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word Count: 10385

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Smut, Spoilers for Stranger Things Season 4 Vol 1, Unprotected Sex, Sex Pollen, DubCon B/C of Sex Pollen, Oral Sex, Fuck or Die, Canon-Typical Injury, NSFW

Summary: There’s next to nothing truly known about the Upside-Down, but after you get stuck there with Eddie Munson and Steve Harringtion, you learn one thing; don’t touch the flowers.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/39589479

Title: Come Together (Over Me)

Author: @kazbrekkcr

Pairing: Steve Harringtion x Fem!Reader x Eddie Munson

Word Count: 6327

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Dirty Talk, Unprotected Smut

Summary: You meet Steve and Eddie one at a time, and then all together.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/48148630

Title: Head Over Heels

Author: @underoossss

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Grumpy!Fem!Reader

Word Count: N/A

Type: Angst/Hurt&Comfort/Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Mentioned Family Problem, Trust Issues, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Steve falls for Robin’s grumpy friend, and he falls hard. Grumpy x Sunshine Trope

My Thoughts: Listen, this was so romantic, I swooned.

🎸Eddie Munson🎸

Title: Play Pretend

Author: @webslinger-holland

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4647

Type: Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Sexual Tension, Swearing, Some Kissing, Fake Relationship

Summary: To escape the likes of Jason Carver, the reader has to play a little game of pretend with Eddie Munson himself.

My Thoughts: I am such a sucker for fake relationship into real relationship and this ticked every box for me.

Link: [Tumblr] https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/acunningstargazer/690516408204967936?source=share

Title: N/A

Author: eddiendee

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: N/A

Type: Fluff; Drabble

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Not Provided

My Thoughts: -Sigh- This is honestly so cute and endearing. This is exactly the type of thing I can picture Eddie doing and it’s a short read but I highly recommend it.

Link: [Tumblr] https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/acunningstargazer/690146879466504192?source=share

Title: I Don’t Wanna Wait My Whole Life Through (To Say I’m In Love With You)

Author: @kazbrekkcr

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harringtion

Word Count: 8853

Type: Smut/Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Pining, Reader Loves Books, And Changes Hyperfixations At A Rapid Pace, Eddie and Reader Are In An Established Relationship, Spit Roasting, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Cunnilingus

Summary: You and Eddie start to notice all the things Steve does for you two. Or, alternately, sometimes things that feel too good to be true are true anyways.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40359996

Title: Official

Author: @Bippot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 22050

Type: Smut/Fluff; OneShot

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Masturbation, Eventual  Smut, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Friends with Benefits, Jealously, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking

Summary: So, yeah, Eddie has a little crush. Between working in the garage, school, and late nights thinking about a special someone, he doesn’t quite think he has the guts to do something about it. But, that’s okay. She might have them.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/40234191

Title: Maybe

Author: @eveatethefruit

Pairing:Modern! Older!Eddie Munson x Younger!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 12000+

Type: Fluff/Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Modern!Eddie, Older!Eddie, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Daddy Kink, Slight DDLG Themes, Choking, Slapping, Oral Sex, Smut

Summary: When the hot older man in the neighborhood becomes a regular at your coffee shop, you can’t help but let your shameless flirting take over. And maybe, the fantasies are reciprocate

🛟Billy Hargrove���

Title: Daddy? Sorry

Author: @fbfh(cheweduphoodiestring)

Pairing: Bily Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5576

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Smut, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Neck Grabbing, Boners, Grinding, Groping, Teasing, Dom/Sub Undertones, Verbal Humiliation, Dominant Billy Hargrove, Forced Eye Contact, Temperature Play, Rings, Vaginal Fingering, Biting, Praise Kink, Degradation, French Kissing, Manhandling, Spanking, Hand Jobs, Restraints, Cervix Kissing, Size Kink, Good Girl, Multiple Orgasms, Misogyny, Nipple Play, Finger Sucking, Belly Bulge, Impregnation, Baby Fever, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Mating Press, Primal Kink, Cock Warming, Cum Plugging, Dumbification

Summary: You accidently call Billy daddy one too many times, and he’s now determined to level the playing field and make you a mommy.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/37652029

Title: Cow

Author: @M1nt_Chip

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 13818

Type: Slight Hurt&Comfort/Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Porn with Plot, Eventual Smut, Smut, Bullying, Name-Calling, Mentions of Over Eating, Mentions of Under Eating/Skipping Meals to Lose Weight, Almost Being Force-Fed Something Disgusting by Bullies, Other Slightly Triggering Topics Regarding One’s Body Image, Rough Sex, Breeding, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex

Summary: Billy is intent on ‘pavlov’ing your brain into associating the horrible nickname the bullies gave you, into something that’d make you squirm.

Link: [AO3] https://archiveofourown.org/works/47859256

Title: Bully

Author: @billyhours

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 16375

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Bullying, Overprotective Parents, Strict Parents, Smut, Loss of Virginity, Innocent Reader, Porn with Plot

Summary: Billy Hargrove has a big ol crush on you but he’s kind of an idiot and doesn’t know how to process that so he just bullies you to get your attention. And maybe you like it.

🎺Robin Buckley🎺

Title: Her Best Friend’s Girl

Author: @starlight_searches

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader x Steve Harringtion

Word Count: 5534

Type: Smut; OneShot

Warnings: Porn without Plot, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Recreational Drug Use, Underage Drinking

Summary: Robin watches the wiggling of his fingers, grimacing. Maybe she’s gayer than she thought, but it doesn’t look like it would feel very good at all. Steve frowns at his own hand, and then brushes the confusion away in a puff of smoke. “It’s too hard to describe. It’d be easier if I just show you. “Ewwww. Steve!” Robin slaps him hard enough that he almost drops the joint, but even her disgust is tempered by the high- punctuated by a deep throaty laugh. “Gross, no. Not like that-“Steve’s laughing too, falling over until his hair brushes her shoulder. “No, god no. I meant, you know, on my girl.” He shrugs, like its totally not a big deal. Like he hadn’t suggested something insane.

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