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forwhomthewordsflow · 3 months ago

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Puppy Love

modern!eddie munson x fem!reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a bit suggestive at some parts, language, more fluff

author’s note: this was totally meant to be a small lil blurb but then i ended up getting sucked into it and well…it ended up being a tiny bit longer than i thought. also, there’s some legal jargon in here that i totally might’ve misused, don’t hate me! i’m not a lawyer i swear! anywho, i’m still pretty new to the whole writing thing so please go easy on me because i’m a crybaby

p.s. i stopped writing it in order to keep the word count from going through the roof, but if you guys would like a part two picking up right where this leaves off then i’m soooo into that, i really love these two!

word count: 5.3k

Let it be known, Eddie Waylon Munson was not a dog person. This doesn’t mean that Eddie is a cat person either really, he’d actually be more inclined to categorize himself as a fish person, really. Eddie can hardly take care of himself, who in the hell would think he could take care of another living being?

Steve fucking Harrington. That’s who.

Under any other circumstances, Eddie would’ve turned him down in a heartbeat when he asked him to watch his Golden Retriever, Captain, for a week while he’s on vacation with his parents.

“Dude, c’mon. You owe me one.”

Eddie scoffed. “Since when do I owe you one?”

“I–There must be something I’ve done for you…” Steve sighs ,”Haven’t I been letting you swim in my pool free of charge?”

“Yeah, me and every single other member of our party.” Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, determined to stick to his answer of a hard no.

“Fine,” Steve huffs. “What if I gave you three hundred bucks for it?”

At this new piece of information, Eddie perked up.

“Well, well, well Harrington. Why didn’t you just lead with that?” The two boys shook hands, and that was that.

Eddie wishes he could’ve said no, but he unfortunately really needed the extra cash. The weed business had been slow due to the fact that his usual richie-rich-asshole customers are all off “summering” with their rich families wherever it is that the rich families go to do that shit.

Eddie figured that he could handle this. Steve assured him that Captain is well trained thanks to the expensive trainers that his parents hired, plus Eddie would get to stay at Hotel de Harrington while he watched the dog. Eddie will mind his business, Captain will do his own thing, and Eddie would be $300 richer at the end of it all. Sweet digs and three hundred bucks is just something Eddie doesn’t have the heart to pass up these days.

–

Eddie always manages to forget just how gi-fucking-normous the Harrington’s mansion house is. As Steve leads him through the foyer and into the numerous hallways, Eddie figures he must look like he’s stepping into a house for the first time. His jaw drops a little at the seemingly priceless artwork that hangs from the walls, the crystal vases lined up on shelves, and the expensive looking furniture placed meticulously all around the house. He hopes to hell that he doesn’t find some way to fuck something up while he’s shacking up here.

“I can’t believe you live in this art museum, Harrington.”

Steve scoffs. “Yeah, it’s all nice and fancy until you think about the fact that all the dumb shit decorating this place could probably feed a small village.”

Eddie stifles a laugh, then hears an excited bark from the other room.

“Okay, time to meet the man himself. Just warning you, he’s a hugger.” Steve winks at Eddie and jogs to unlock the door to the backyard. As soon as the glass door slides open, Eddie sees a blur of blonde fur coming towards him, and then all he can see is the ceiling.

Eddie quickly learns that this is because Captain has knocked him right on his ass.

Captain squirms on top of Eddie, trying his hardest to lick him all over his face and neck while Steve is bent over cackling at the whole ordeal.

“Okay, okay buddy. Thanks so much,” Eddie says unenthusiastically while glaring at Steve. He gently shoves Captain off of him and stands back up, only to look down and realize that his all black outfit is now covered in little golden dog hairs. This only causes Steve to laugh harder.

Steve straightens back up after being hunched over and sighs, “I warned you man,” then walks past Eddie and into the laundry room, clapping him on the shoulder as he goes.

Captain trots happily behind the boys as Steve shows Eddie where Captain’s food and water bowls are, how much to feed him and when, and where his leash and harness are. Steve assures him that he doesn’t have to take Captain on a walk or anything if he doesn’t feel like it (he so does not), but he does have a grooming appointment scheduled on the day the Harrington’s set off on their vacation.

Eddie huffs at this revelation.

“I know man, I’m sorry. My mom had apparently scheduled it months ago and forgot it was on the day we were leaving. But it’s really easy I swear, you just drop him off at noon, and then pick him back up at three. It’s already paid for and everything.” Steve looks at Eddie apologetically, and Eddie figures it won’t be that bad.

–

Eddie was wrong. He’s only been watching the dog for an hour and already he knows he’s not cut out for this shit. Captain is stuck to Eddie like fucking velcro. Who knew dogs could be so needy? Eddie goes to sit on the couch? Captain needs to sit right next to him. Eddie needs to go to the kitchen to grab a drink? Captain is practically stepping on his heels as he trails behind him. Eddie has been pretty lenient so far, it’s only a week right? But he’d had enough when Captain was demanding to follow him into the bathroom, pawing at the door and whining when Eddie wouldn’t let him in.

Thank god for that goddamn grooming appointment.

Despite being only a couple hours into this gig, Eddie needed some alone time.

Captain seemed just as excited to get out of the house when Eddie fought to put his harness on him. He never thought he’d ever be spending a full ten minutes practically wrestling with a 70 pound dog, but Captain just wouldn’t sit still. After all was said and done, Captain sat and waited next to the front door calmly, while Eddie emerged sweaty and breathing heavily.

–

The grooming salon ended up being only ten minutes away from Steve’s house, which Eddie was thankful for since Captain decided to sit shotgun and stare at Eddie the entire way over. On the outside, the place looked fancy. Eddie scoffed a bit at the Grecian columns bracketing the entrance, and the name of the salon printed in gold swoopy letters across the large window panes in the front. He couldn’t believe people were willing to shell out enough cash to bring their dogs to a place like this all for a haircut. Eddie looks over at Captain, who is of course staring at him…still, and sighs.

“Here goes nothing I guess.”

Eddie wrangles Captain out of his van and into the salon, hoping to God that these people wouldn’t be able to smell the poor on him.

What actually occurred was quite the opposite.

Upon opening the glass doors, Eddie was hit with a whoosh of cool air and a small bell chimed to let the employees know that someone had walked in. Captain was apparently very excited by the gust of air, and decided to jump in circles around and through Eddie’s legs. While Eddie was caught up in detangling himself so he doesn’t fall flat on his face, he hadn’t noticed you walking up to them.

“Hi there, need some help?”

Eddie looked up and could’ve sworn he heard a choir of angels singing.

You stood there smiling at him, the prettiest girl Eddie had ever seen in his 24 years of life on Earth. He doesn’t think he’d ever had someone smile at him like that before, but he knows he could definitely get used to it.

While you were waiting for Eddie to respond, you noticed that his dog’s leash was still quite tangled around his legs. Deciding to take things into your own hands, you take a few steps back and kneel down to the ground to call the dog to you. He comes bounding up to you, causing his leash to slide smoothly out from under Eddie’s legs, rendering him untangled at last.

Eddie blinks, suddenly he’s untangled and Captain is jumping up onto you, ever the hugger.

He finally gets his head out of his ass and jogs up to you, grabbing Captain’s leash and yanking him off of you.

“Bad boy, Captain. We’re supposed to ask for consent before hugging pretty girls.”

Eddie is elated when he spots a blush crawling up your cheeks. You stand and brush yourself off.

“It’s really okay. Captain has my consent to hug me any time he wants!” Your voice had risen to a puppy-talk octave, Eddie never imagined he’d find that so adorable. You lean down again to scratch Captain behind the ears, and the dog looks up at you with stars in his eyes. Eddie, having caught a whiff of your perfume as you bent down, is sporting the same look.

You straighten up with a happy sigh and look up at Eddie with a grin.

“Well then, now that we’re all introduced, how can I help you?”

Eddie all at once forgets why he’s here, caught up in your beautiful gaze. He feels like he should shield his eyes from yours, lest he burst into flames from taking in your beauty.

“I’m—uh...I’m grooming. N-no, that’s not right, sorry.” You giggle quietly while he tries to finish his sentence.

Eddie laughs at his own stupidity.

“Sorry. He’s getting groomed, he should have an appointment under Harrington I think?”

“Sure, let me check on that.” You turn away from him to walk back towards the front desk, and boy is it a treat for Eddie. You’re wearing a cute company t-shirt, white sneakers, and these perfect fucking denim jeans that cause Eddie’s to get a little tighter. They must’ve been tailor-made for you with the way they’re hugging your thighs, your hips, your ass–

“Alright, I’m seeing that Captain is just here for his routine trim, yes?” You look from your computer screen up at Eddie to find him already staring at you with his mouth slightly open. The look on his face makes you giggle a bit, and this seems to snap him out of his daze.

“Uh, yes. That sounds right.” Eddie shakes his head a bit to rid himself of all the impure thoughts swirling around in there. “I’m just bringing him in for a friend, so whatever’s on there should be right.”

You pretend to type some more as you try and find the will to push down the blush warming your cheeks. You already clocked that he was gorgeous when he stumbled through the front doors, but how in the hell does he keep getting better? You noticed the bulge of his bicep when he yanked Captain off of you, the warm chestnut color of his eyes, and now his super-sexy-deep voice? Being turned on at work was not on your agenda today…

After a few seconds of nonsense typing and very deep breaths, you look back up at Eddie to find him smiling at you.

“That’s really sweet of you, to help out your friend.”

Eddie puffs out his chest (as though he hasn’t been mentally complaining about watching Steve’s dog for multiple hours).

“Yeah, I do what I can to help.” Eddie shrugs his shoulders in a way he hopes comes across as ’Yeah baby, I’m just a helpful guy. Super nice, super sweet, definitely boyfriend material..’

You grin and finish getting Captain all checked in.

“Alrighty! Captain’s all good to go. I can get him taken back and then we’ll see you in three hours.”

Your sweet smile has Eddie captivated until he realizes you’re holding your hand out for Captain’s leash. Eddie reluctantly hands it over, because now he has to wait a whole three hours to see you again. You take the leash, wave ‘bye’ to Eddie, and walk through the door that leads to the rest of the salon. Eddie lets out a deep sigh.

Goddamnit.

—

Three hours turned out to feel more like three days when it meant waiting to see your face again. Eddie arrived fifteen minutes early to the salon (a first) and waited anxiously for Captain’s scheduled pickup time to roll around. Eddie strutted into the salon not a second too late before screeching to a halt.

In your place, stood a much older, much rounder lady. Eddie deflated a little, cursing himself for not finding out if you’d even be here at this time. He huffs out a breath, and begins walking up to the front desk.

Then, a thought pops into his head.

Maybe, if he’s nice enough, he can ask the older woman about you. Then at least he’d have your name and maybe even when you were working next!

Eddie decides it’s time to amp up the ol’ Munson Charm.

His tentative walk turns into a swagger-filled stroll as he reaches the front desk. Eddie leans on an elbow and smiles a devilish smile down at the woman. She looks up at him with wide eyes as he dings the silver bell that sits on the desk, winking at her while he does it.

“H-How can I help you sir?”

“Oh sweetheart, please…call me Eddie.” He goes on after she spends a moment too long gazing up at him, “And who might you be?”

She gulps and straightens her horned glasses. “B-Betty. Betty Brown.”

“Hello, Betty Brown,” Eddie can tell his charming smile is having an effect on her, and he’d be lying if it wasn’t boosting his ego a tiny bit. “I’m here to pick up my dog, Captain. Brought him by a few hours ago to get his haircut…you know how he likes to impress the ladies.”

Betty nods and takes a deep breath before turning to the computer to try and hide her smile.

“Okay, Mr. Eddie. I checked him out with the card on file, he should be up here shortly.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Eddie waits a moment, before launching into his plan. “I was actually hoping you could help me with a little something else.”

Betty looks back up at him, blushing when they make eye contact.

“See, when I was in here earlier, there was a really nice girl helping me out. But, silly me, I completely forgot to ask what her name was.”

To Eddie’s delight, Betty’s face lights up in recognition. She says your name with so much glee that it’s obvious to him how loved you must be around here.

“Yes, she got off an hour ago. She usually works the morning shifts, except on Fridays because those are her days off.”

Eddie quickly learned that underneath Betty’s bashful smile was a woman who loved to talk, and he couldn’t be happier for it. Eddie quickly learned how long you’ve worked here, that you don’t have any pets of your own, and that last Christmas you brought the most delicious homemade cookies for the entire staff. He also learned that you’ll be working again for the next two mornings.

Eddie left with Captain and a smile on his face, but not before pressing a kiss to sweet, sweet Betty’s hand. Thanks to her, Eddie’s confidence is restored and he actually thinks he might have a shot with you. All he has to do now is figure out what his reasons will be for coming back to the salon two days in a row.

–

He spent all evening pacing around the Harrington’s house trying to come up with excuses to come see you. All of the ones he’d thought of so far made him look like even more of a jackass than he did today.

I thought I might’ve dropped my wallet somewhere around here. A gorgeous girl isn’t going to want to go out with a guy who drops his shit everywhere. Pass.

I think Captain needs a little more of a haircut, maybe just another half inch off? First of all, Eddie doesn’t know shit about haircuts. He’s been doing his own with kitchen scissors in his bathroom mirror for over a decade. Second, he would never risk potentially offending you and your work as a dog groomer on the off chance that you’re the one who cut Captain’s hair. And lastly, for a dog, he’s got to admit that Captain looks pretty damn good after his appointment. Who knew a dog could look so regal and majestic? Anyways, PASS.

It was only after Eddie had plopped down on the leather couch with a huff of defeat that he heard the first few plinks of raindrops hitting the windows. Eddie went to his phone to check the forecast for the rest of the night, and as luck would have it, there was a 100% chance of thunderstorms until tomorrow morning. As all the pieces of his new plan began stitching themselves together, Eddie finally allowed himself to relax.

–

Eddie used to hate his “backyard,” if you could even call it that. Behind the trailer was a medium sized patch of dirt, with some sorry-looking green plant-things trying their best to survive scattered about. The only times Eddie would really look forward to going outside to play as a kid, much to Wayne’s dismay, was when it rained. Because when it rained, the once dry and grainy surface turned into slippery, messy mud. Eddie used to love sliding around and making mud pies and all of that stuff, and right now it seems like Captain is having just as much fun, if not more, than Eddie used to.

The yard was fenced in, so Eddie wasn’t too worried about Captain running away despite Steve’s promises that he’s ‘leash-trained’. Eddie planned to tell you otherwise though.

‘He just somehow managed to get away from me. Yeah, I had to chase him all through the mud and dirt this morning. But I caught him because I’m like, really fast and strong and stuff.’

He does feel a little guilty about lying to you. But he figures that if it’s something the two of you can laugh over at your wedding someday, then it’s well worth the little white lies.

Eddie’s brought back from his reverie of you in a long, white dress by Captain dropping the mud-soaked tennis ball at his feet…again.

He couldn’t believe how much energy this dog had. They’d already been out here for twenty minutes and Captain just kept going and going. Eddie did have to admit, it was sort of fun watching him play. He even found himself laughing out loud when Captain would get the ball stuck in a puddle of mud and not hesitate to dunk his entire head in to retrieve it. There was even one point where Captain got so excited and amped up that he just zoomed around in circles over and over again.

Maybe dogs aren’t so bad after all.

After another ten minutes of chasing around the now mud-covered tennis ball, Captain decides he’s done playing and sits down at Eddie’s feet. Eddie can’t help but notice that he’s panting pretty hard. “You must be thirsty, huh?”

Eddie runs inside the trailer to grab a tupperware bowl and fills it with cold water from the tap. He hopes to god that Captain hasn’t run away already, he’s decided to really put Steve’s whole “leash training” thing to the test. But sure enough, when Eddie shoves his front door open there he is, sitting nicely at the foot of the trailer’s steps. Eddie pats his head, then promptly wipes the flaky, dried mud off onto his jeans. “Good boy.”

After Captain is done drinking water, Eddie looks him over to ensure that he is completely and totally covered head-to-toe in mud. Letting out a satisfied sigh, he decides that it’s time for the next stage of his plan to take action.

He loads Captain into the back of his van (Eddie makes sure to drive especially slow, and Captain pretty much lays down the whole time) and he sets off towards the salon.

–

Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation as he puts his van into park. He’s ecstatic when he sees your beautiful face smiling after two customers as they exit the salon. Eddie turns around in his seat to see Captain.

“Okay, buddy. It’s showtime. I need you to bring your A-game and be a real good wingman for me in there. Got it?”

Captain tilts his head at Eddie, as though he didn’t understand a thing he said, but then straightens up and lets out a firm bark. A laugh bursts out of Eddie as he turns the van off and goes to get Captain from the back. Before rounding the side of his van, and while he’c completely out of your sight, he does a quick smell test on his pits and breath, and then double checks his hair and teeth in the reflection of his rear windows. After deeming himself presentable, he takes a big deep breath.

“Don’t be stupid, Munson. Think charming thoughts,” he says under his breath as he starts towards the front door.

–

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t sticking around fifteen minutes after your shift was over yesterday in the hopes that Eddie would decide to come back early to pick up Captain. It’s rare that a guy comes into the salon who looks to be around your age and single, but it’s much rarer that they’re as good-looking as Eddie is. You spent the entire drive home and the rest of the night fantasizing about his voice, his big hands, his laugh. You wondered what he did while he waited for Captain’s appointment to be done, what his favorite movie was, his favorite food…But most of all, you wondered if you were making up this mutual attraction in your head? The nervous stuttering and blushing could just be from nervousness, but he was definitely staring at you a few times. You also wonder whether or not you had actually caught him staring at your ass…but maybe it’s best not to get ahead of yourself. Maybe he has a girlfriend. Maybe he doesn’t even see you that way? Maybe you should get a grip because you’re basing all of this delusion fantasy off of a ten minute conversation you had with the guy. Leave it to you to construct a made-up scenario in your head after a short interaction with a new crush.

Be that as it may…you still made sure to carve out an extra half hour to get ready for your shift today. You blow-dried your hair using your fancy products, spent quite a bit of time on your makeup, and spritzed some perfume on before you left. You even made sure to wear the same jeans as you did the day before, just in case he was looking.

The first half of your shift was spent hunched over the front desk, it was an extremely slow day so far. You found yourself perking up a bit whenever a dark haired individual would walk by the front of the salon, only to droop back down again at the realization that it wasn’t who you wished it was. With all the rain that came down in Hawkins last night, you figured more people would be making last minute appointments to have their dogs bathed, you’d hoped that today would be busy enough to keep your mind from wandering to a certain pair of warm, brown eyes. But as your shift crawled towards the halfway point, suddenly things started looking up.

As excited as you were to spot a familiar gorgeous man walking into the salon again, you couldn’t conceal the look of shock on your face once your eyes landed on his mud-covered companion.

“Oh–oh my god!” Eddie couldn’t quite read your expression, but he was relieved to hear a laugh bubble out of you after your exclamation. He stood there sheepishly for a moment before he remembered his plan: Be. Charming.

You walk out from behind the desk with a hand covering your mouth, not quite believing what you were seeing. There stood Captain, proudly smiling and panting, covered head to paw in mud. Another laugh bubbled out of you, and you were pleased to find Eddie laughing with you.

Goddamnit, that’s a sexy laugh he’s got.

“What…what happened to you?” You say to Captain, bending down to gently pat his head.

“This absolute miscreant here got out of the house this morning and found himself a nice, muddy yard to roll around in.” Eddie looked at you with a grin that made your knees weak.

He looked you up and down while you straightened back up. Was there a way for someone to get a thousand times more beautiful overnight?

A blush rose to your cheeks as you caught him checking you out. That settles it, he’s definitely flirting with you. If he can be so forward about it, maybe you can too.

You look up at Eddie through your lashes, making sure to flutter them a couple times for good measure.

“Aw. And here I was thinking you’d gotten him all dirty just so you could come and see me again.”

Eddie stills.

Fuck, he can’t believe how hot you are.

Fuck, was his plan really that shitty? Did you just call him out?

Eddie’s panicking is subdued by your quiet giggle. Thank god, you were kidding.

“It’s a good thing you managed to catch him, he looks like the type to go on an adventure in the woods.” Eddie startles, quickly realizing he’d been full-on staring at you while conducting his mental freak-out.

“Oh, yeah. I’m–like….fast…” Eddie can feel himself getting lost in your eyes as you stare up at him. His words trail off into oblivion, nothing else exists other than your pretty smile, the little crinkles next to your eyes, your lips…

Holy shit, is Eddie staring at your lips right now? Is he going to kiss you? God, you hope he does, you’ve been fantasizing about his lips for hours now. You can’t let him kiss you right here in the lobby…can you?

Eddie shakes his head a little, breaking himself from the trance you put him under.

“Ahem, yeah,” Eddie loudly cleared his throat ,”It was no big deal, really. He’s a good dog, came right back after he realized he was in the wrong.” Eddie looked down at Captain, only to find him looking right back up at him, obviously judging him for his outright lies. Eddie looks up at you, shrugging and shaking his head disapprovingly. He lets out a big, over dramatic sigh ,”I just don’t know what I’m gonna do with this one.”

“Well it’s obviously not his fault,” you reply, “Look at that face! That face could never do anything wrong. I should know, I’m actually his lawyer.” Eddie spots your poorly concealed smirk and decides to jump head first into this bit with you, excited to see if you can keep up.

“Oh really?” He crosses his arms and takes a tiny step towards you. This causes his t-shirt to pull taught around his arms, accentuating his biceps. Your mouth waters a bit.

“Yes, really. My client is as innocent as they come.” You place your hands on your hips and look up at him with a level of sass Eddie had no idea you were capable of. He decides that he loves it.

“Huh, that’s interesting. I totally object.”

“Are you implying that he acted with intent? Are you attempting to slander my client?” You place your hand on your chest in a “pearl-clutching” type of way, Eddie stifles a laugh.

“I am indeed. He knew exactly what he was doing when he ran out that door, the evidence is all over his fur,” Eddie replies.

“My client was just following his nose, any mess that ensued was purely circumstantial. He is innocent of any and all wrongdoing.” Eddie feels like he’s got stars in his eyes, he can already picture you fitting in so perfectly into a DnD campaign. You take his pause as a sign to bring your argument home.

“This is a clear case of prosecutorial overreach. My client was acting in the best interest of the household, ensuring that the yard was thoroughly inspected for potential threats, pests, intruders, or otherwise. Any mud on his fur is merely a badge of his dedication to home security.” You cross your arms, clearly having won this fake-case.

Eddie takes a step back and starts a slow clap. You take a tiny bow and burst into a fit of giggles.

“I’m impressed, sweetheart.” You hope Eddie doesn’t see how affected you are by that nickname. “Where the hell did all the legal jargon come from?”

“I used to watch a lot of Law and Order.” You look down, suddenly shy with a sparkly feeling in your chest. You really hope you didn’t come across as super weird. It’s been a while since you’ve been able to have banter like that with someone else. Hawkins isn’t a very diverse place, and you’ve found that the majority of the people living here tend to be pretty cookie-cutter conservative. It feels great to let loose a little with someone you’re interested in, you just hope you’ll get more opportunities to do it.

Eddie, on the other hand, can’t stop looking at you. Is this what falling in love feels like? The girls in this town all seem to have made their own assumptions and come to their own conclusions about Eddie: he’s a devil worshiper, a satanist, a hookup to check off their bucket list and then never speak to again. But not you, obviously. You don’t look at him with the same disgust in your eyes as everyone else in this town does. Your eyes are full of a kindness and warmth that Eddie could see himself getting used to.

“So, uh,” Eddie rambles, “What’s the verdict for Mr. Captain?” Captain perks up at the sound of his name, you giggle at the tilt of his head.

“Hm,” You tap your finger to your chin and look off into the distance, “I think a nice, relaxing bath would do. Maybe a couple treats, too, for being such a good boy.” You squat down to Captain’s height to scratch him behind the ears, and Eddie can’t help but cringe a little at the flakes of dried mud that drift down off of Captain’s head and onto the floor.

You grab Captain’s leash from Eddie as you stand back up, walking him over to the desk to get him checked in at the computer. He’s delighted to discover that you’re wearing the same pair of jeans as you were yesterday, and he mentally kicks himself for sneaking another peek at the way your hips sway as you walk. Eddie deflates a little at the realization that this might be the end of this interaction. He never wants to stop talking to you.

“I’m guessing the card on file is what we’ll be using today?” You ask sweetly, looking up at Eddie.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah that’s just fine, thank you.”

Holding eye contact with Eddie, you murmur “,You’re very welcome,” with a smile.

Oh, Eddie is so totally fucked.

Eddie watches as you walk Captain to the hallway door and hand his leash off to a younger girl. You happily trot back up to the front desk and lean on it with your smiling face resting in your hands.

“Oh, you– you’re not giving him his bath?” Eddie stammers out.

“Nope.” You reply, popping the ‘p.’ “I’m stuck on front desk duty today.”

Eddie sighs, relieved that your conversation might not be over. He puts his elbows on the counter and leans towards you a bit. “Well, it can’t be all that bad.”

Your smile widens and you tilt your head, “I think it’s starting to get better.”

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usedtobecooler · 1 year ago

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this must be the place

eddie munson x steve harrington x afab!reader | 8.6k words

summary: the summer of 1985 is only just beginning when a trip to scoops ahoy! unlocks some deeply hidden feelings you have swirling in your stomach for steve harrington. eddie munson won't let you live it down, and maybe that’s due to his own feelings too, but a chance encounter on a hot night at lovers lake sends you all down a rabbit hole you could never of prepared for.

content warnings: 18+ only minors dni, sexual content (threesome, piv sex, oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, van sex), porn with plot, eddie and reader are fwbs with feelings, gentle bullying and banter, eddie is canonically queer, mentions of past king!steve, brief homophobia mentions, a heartfelt conversation. feelings are felt on all three sides, if you don't like it look away <3 reader isn't explicitly described as alt/goth but it's implied.

Steve Harrington is staring at you.

In his silly little sailor uniform, eyeing you up whilst you silently pick at your banana sundae. It’s strange, truly, because Steve Harrington was a certified ladykiller, and had been for as long as you’d known him. You’d seen him lay on the signature moves one too many times during previous encounters, always making the girls blush and ogle at him dreamily as he told them exactly what they wanted to hear.

So, why was he looking at you like a classified moron? Like a little creep who had no idea how to interact with women?

He was unfairly attractive, even when he was watching you like a dumbass. Dark lashes fanning his cheeks when he blinked — freckled, tan skin and juicy, almost glossy looking lips. He was so pretty it was kind of hard to look at him. Nobody was immune to the Harrington charm, not even you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself he didn’t have an affect on you.

You take longer than you care to admit to before you catch yourself staring back behind hooded lids, and Steve notices, gives you a small smile. You duck your head back down, a heat spreading over your cheeks – why were you acting like a schoolgirl?!

“Don’t turn around, but—“ you barely even get the sentence out before Eddie’s whipping his head around like an idiot, facing exactly where Steve is standing, the poor guy frozen like a deer caught in the headlights, a dark flush spreading on his shocked face before he’s turning away. He hastily retreats through the barn doors to the back room, and you’re almost positive you see a cartoonish puff of air that his disappearing act leaves in his wake.

“What the hell was that, Munson? I fucking said not to turn around,” you hiss through gritted teeth, leaning forward to smack Eddie’s bare arm with your sundae spoon. Eddie feigns a little hurt noise in the back of his throat, rubbing at the red patch of skin where you’d spanked him with the silverware.

“Hey! No hitting,” Eddie whines, leaning forward and stealing the glazed cherry from your sundae, popping it in his mouth with a delighted grin. You go to make a noise of protest, and he’s already butting in, “Nuh-uh, I think not, brat. That’s payment for the tyranny of abuse I have to deal with.”

You roll your eyes, digging your spoon into the melting ice cream, grimacing — you never liked the texture of ice cream once it began to heat, “Stop being such a big crybaby,” it comes out as a grumble, no menace behind it, as you pay even more unneeded attention to the dripping cream that spills from the lip of the spoon, “I swear Steve was like… staring at me.”

Eddie snorts, swiping the glass from your side of the table. You let him, too — you didn’t want it anymore, and Eddie was a creep who liked melted ice cream, especially when all the flavours swirled together and created an almost grey-like colour, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. You’ve got a giant zit on your forehead — I’ve been staring, too.”

“Oh, real cute, Eddie.” You roll your eyes, but your hand comes up to your face, fingertips gently running over your smooth skin to make sure there were in fact no pimples. Eddie chortles at that, too, knowing he’d got you concerned about the possibility of there being an actual zit that Steve Harrington was indeed staring at. The thought alone was mortifying.

You watch in disgusted wonderment as he tucks into the ice cream like a man starved. He always ate like he hadn’t had a meal in months, it bordered on gross. You grimace a little when ice cream dribbles out the corner of his mouth, though you catch yourself fighting not to lean over and swipe it away like the main character in a John Hughes movie.

“Remind me again why I suck face with you for fun?” You ponder, mostly to yourself, but Eddie’s looking at you with his stupid, big doe eyes and this goofy grin on his face, so you don’t even need him to tell you the answer.

You know why.

“Saw Harrington checking you out today,” Eddie says, almost conversationally, and you scoff — you’re literally riding his dick, what sort of fucking thing to say during sex is that?

“What?” You ask, bewilderment etched on your features as you stop your rhythm, planting your ass firmly on Eddie’s thighs and he groans, the tight heat of your pussy completely enveloping his length making him shudder.

“Shit, why’d you stop?” He whines, head landing with a small thump against your soft pillows, his big brown orbs rolling into the back of his skull. He grips onto your hips tightly, rucking up into you for emphasis, and you gasp.

“Why are you thinking about Steve Harrington when your dick is in me?” You counter, rolling your hips until your clit catches on the thatch of dark hair nestled on Eddie’s pubic bone, a shudder vibrating through your whole body from the sensation.

“I wasn’t,” Eddie argues, but it’s half-assed. He grows impatient quickly, slides an arm around your back and flips you over in one motion — it’s pretty smooth, especially for Eddie, who was mostly gangly and not in control of his own limbs at any given time. You keen into it, a shocked little moan escaping you when he bottoms out once more, ruddy head of his cock sliding against your front wall, “Jus’ think he wants to fuck you, is all.”

You narrow your eyes, a smirk playing on the corners of your lips, “Why do you sound jealous?” You cackle, sighing softly when Eddie ruts into you deeper, staking his claim without a single word, “You’re the one fucking me right now, not him. You worried he’s gonna steal me away? That maybe he’d be better? Bigger?”

Eddie’s eyes narrow at that, any sweetness in his glassy eyes vanishing when you speak. You’re in for it, truly. You’ve touched a nerve, and he’s wound up. You can’t help the way your chest tightens, a heat blooming in you that’s a mix of want and pride. It was so easy to rile him up.

“You’re gonna regret that, brat,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, gripping at the underside of your thighs, bruisingly tight, hauling your knees up to your ears. The new angle makes you cry out, his cock bruising into your cervix, “There you go, sweetheart. Cry for my cock. Beg for it.”

You can’t get Steve Harrington out of your mind. It’s not that you deliberately think of him, it’s just hard not to when he’s suddenly everywhere.

You watch from your bedroom window with a furrowed brow as said Steve Harrington climbs out of his ridiculously flashy Bimmer, dressed in too-tight faded jeans, a grey shell jacket and a plain white tee underneath. He’s so fucking tan, like he’s been out bathing in the heat of Indiana’s summer all day and not working under the harsh fluorescent lights in Scoops.

You bite at your glossy lip, wondering if there’s any tan lines there or if he’s truly that tanned all over. Wondering if his moles and beauty marks dip below the collar of his jacket, desperately wanting to trace them with your tongue and make him squirm.

Linda Curtis bounces out of her front door, adjacent to your own, permed blonde hair pulled back in a claw clip, dressed in the ugliest pink shirt you've ever seen. Linda was an ex drama club nerd, had vaguely run in the same circle as Steve used to during Senior year, once she got her braces off and Tommy considered her hot. Billy Hargrove drove her to school one goddamn time and that was it, she was hot shit everybody wanted. What Steve saw in her, you would never know, but it took all sorts. Or whatever Eddie said.

You watch curiously as the Harrington charm works it’s magic right in front of your very eyes, Steve steps in close to Linda, brushes a loose curl back out of her eyes — Jesus Christ, why was that doing something for you — and says something you can’t make out, but it’s enough to have Linda blushing and pulling nervously on the hem of her denim shorts.

Why were you jealous?

The telltale noise of an obnoxiously loud horn honking lets you — and probably the entire neighbourhood — know Eddie had arrived to pick you up, snapping you completely out of your daydream. Your lips curl up into a smirk when both Linda and Steve jump ten feet at the sound, Steve rolling his eyes and scoffing.

What a bitch.

Eddie catches you looking from your window and lets out an obnoxious laugh, grinning up at you with his annoyingly perfect teeth. You wanted to punch him, maybe, but Friday nights were for one thing and one thing only, and that was getting high at Lovers Lake in the flatbed of the van.

So it’d have to wait until you didn’t need him for the weed or the ride.

Summer meant the pretty sunset as a backdrop whilst you smoked the day's events away — it somehow made everything that little bit more relaxing, watching the swirls of orange, pink and purple melt together as your brain fogged with the drugs, a nice settling in your tummy as your high took over.

It was second only to the heavy September rain that you loved so much, you found yourself yearning for it all year around. The loud patter of the large droplets clinking on the tin roof of Eddie’s van, buried under a nest of blankets to keep the cool chill off your arms and legs. Eddie’s hot breath fanning over your neck as he kissed it, chest heavy against your back. Warm, solid and comforting.

Maybe you were in love with him, or maybe you weren’t. You didn’t want to think too much about that.

You glide out of the house as quietly as you can muster, not wanting to arouse suspicion about where you were going. Even in your twenties, your parents would still have a few choice words for you in regards to Eddie Munson, and you were in no mood for the lecture. You’d heard it too many times in the years you’d known him, since fifth grade when he pushed you in the playground and you pulled his hair in retaliation.

From that moment on you were inseparable, to the dismay of your parents.

You’re aware of two other sets of eyes watching you from across the street as you bounce down the driveway, all smiles as excitement thrums through your entire body. Eddie’s maybe looking at you like you hung the fucking moon or something, but that’s probably to do with the fact you’re wearing his shirt and looking the epitome of hot.

Okay, maybe you had a complex.

“So that’s where my shirt went,” Eddie hums, giving you an appreciative once-over as you wrench the passenger door open with a horrific sounding crunch of metal, “looks better on you, I’ve gotta say.”

You clamber into the van with a huff, laughter spilling into it, “Yeah, yeah. You don’t need to woo me, Munson. We’re gonna fuck anyway, don’t worry.”

Eddie laughs loud and so fucking obnoxious, as if for somebody else’s entertainment, and it does catch the attention of the lovebirds on the other side of the road. You look over just as Steve catches your eyes, and suddenly your chest feels kind of heavy as he stares at you with a kind of intensity that you can’t put a finger on.

“Take a fuckin’ picture, Harrington,” Eddie cackles, head basically out the fucking window and he’s grinning at them both, snapping you completely out of it, “that’s as close as you’re getting to her, count your lucky stars.”

Linda turns her nose up, like she’s disgusted at the fact that Eddie even so much as looked in her direction, however Steve flusters. His cheeks flush with something akin to embarrassment, and he turns his head to hide from you both, instead busying himself with grappling for Linda’s hands once more.

Eddie laughs almost maniacally as you take off, tyres squealing and kicking up loose stone chips in your wake, “Little Stevie didn’t know what to do with himself!”

“He looked mortified.” You agree quietly, sinking into your seat with a little grin. Something about Eddie having that effect on Steve from such a simple little sentence was almost entertaining, considering how things once were.

Eddie and Steve weren’t friends. In fact quite the opposite. Steve and Tommy were miserable assholes for years, made Eddie’s life hell at any given turn unless they needed him for drugs.

You think back, and truthfully the turning point was during Junior year. Steve had tripped Eddie in the hall, called him ‘queer’. Eddie didn’t stand for that, sucker punched Steve right in the jaw, hard enough that his skull hit the locker adjacent to him.

“That shit might hurt you when your daddy calls you it, but you’ve gotta do a lot worse than call me exactly what I am as an insult, Harrington.” Eddie had grinned, vicious and seething, as he watched Steve clutch desperately at his bruised jaw, wide eyed and hair askew from the force.

Steve never bothered Eddie again after that.

In fact, not long after, Steve never bothered anybody again. Maybe the knock to the head had quite literally knocked some sense into him, or something.

“You good?” Eddie’s voice, his large hand gripping your thigh knocks you back into reality, out of the daydream, and the grounding is enough to have your entire body melting into the simple touch.

“You ever think about what you’re gonna do if the band doesn’t work out?” You ask quietly, shoulders aching from where they dig into the bulky metal on the backs of Eddie’s front seats. The ringing in your ears drowns out the cricket chirps now, eyes hazy and no doubt bloodshot to hell, two joints deep and all that.

You can feel Eddie’s gaze on the side of your face, like he’s trying to bore a hole into your skull and rummage around in your brain, those wide dark chocolate eyes staring you down with a serious amount of intensity. You wriggle slightly under it, suddenly uncomfortable — wrong question.

“Honestly, no,” Eddie answers honestly, tearing his eyes away from you in an instant, letting you breathe again momentarily. His curls curtain his profile, the bulbous tip of his nose the only feature now visible, he picks nervously at a loose thread on his jeans, “I’ll probably go work with Wayne at the plant, they’re always lookin’ for workers. Still sell on the side too, I doubt Rick will let me out of this deal, I bring in the most revenue.”

“Can come work at Sam Goody with me,” you sing-song, resting your head on his shoulder. You pretend not to notice the way he instantly melts at the press on his side, seemingly grounding him just as he’s beginning to panic about things like the future, “it’s a pretty good gig, and we get discounts on cassettes!”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, pulling a drag from the joint that briefly laid forgotten at his side, ash falling onto the scratchy blanket you both laid on top of, burning holes into the material, “That code for ‘and we get to watch Harrington’s juicy ass in those shorts!’?”

You cackle, all seriousness from the conversation vanishing in an instant as Eddie turns on his usual class clown persona, mocking you with his silly tone and grinning like an idiot, “Scoops is literally across the landing! I can’t see that far.”

“I can’t believe he got to you,” Eddie’s teasing tone continues, he shuffles on his bony ass and accidentally shoulders you in the temple in the process, causing you to whine quietly, “sorry, shit, sorry, sweetheart. I guess I just — didn’t ticket you as being the type to like what he had going on.”

“I could say the same for you,” your voice is barely a mumble as you drag your heavy head from his shoulder, looking at him properly.

Eddie hisses a sharp draw of breath in between his clenched teeth, passes you the joint that you take happily, sucking in a drag like a desperate woman. The silence sits heavy between you both for a long moment, weighs on you like a fucking shackle to your ankles, pulling you down into shark infested waters.

“He was always everything I wasn’t and I hated that shit,” Eddie mutters, fidgets — can’t look you in the fucking eye, “to begin with I was jealous and angry, he had it so fucking easy and people just fell at his feet, worshipped the asshole no matter how much of a prick he could be.”

You nod, extend your hand to pass the joint back to him — Eddie shudders when your cold fingers connect with his, and you allow them to linger for only a split second before you pull them back once again.

“Remember when I punched him in the hall, once? Think it was junior year or something,” Eddie recalls, and you have to pretend like you’re not two halves of the same whole for just a moment, like you weren’t just reminiscing on the exact scenario hours earlier, “he called me queer. And at that point I didn’t really know what I was, but him saying it just — fucking solidified it, or something. I said something mean, but I confirmed to him and myself what I sorta knew all along.”

“I remember,” you breathe, chest tightening, “I think you hit close to home, when you said his dad called him the same thing.”

Eddie laughs, mirthless, canines sharp as he smiles so wide, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes — he looks manic, “Yeah, well. I’d heard shit, and I used it to my advantage at that moment. Was wrong, I know. He had it fuckin’ coming, but after that I realised… I didn’t hate him. I thought I was jealous of how easy he had it with chicks and how they fell for it, but then I guess I realised I maybe wanted to be his conquest of the week.”

It tugs at your chest, and you’re caught between feeling relief and feeling utterly devastated that Eddie spent all this time pining and having to hide it from the world, when you could openly ogle and gawk at Steve without so much as a second glance from passersby.

You’re too high to truly comprehend it, and maybe you just chose to ignore the signs, but now it makes sense as to why Eddie would bring Steve up and use him to mock you, how his eyes would be ablaze with something that wasn’t jealousy, but wanting. He wanted you to bring him up, wanted you to tell him your sordid fantasies. Maybe even wanted to be a part of them, and yeah. That makes your tummy flip.

Your head thumps against the backing of the passenger headrest, a loud breath escaping you that you didn’t even realise you were holding, “God, we really are too fucking alike, Wayne was right maybe we were separated at birth.”

“Birds of a feather, sweetheart.” Eddie laughs, means it this time. He crowds into your space, plants firm hands on your bare thighs and leaves a chaste kiss on your chin, “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll always be my number one.”

You had wondered if Steve’s date had gone poorly when your designated smoke break on that following Monday had been infiltrated by Robin Buckley – the poor girl sighing frustratedly, claiming she just ‘needed a breather from Harrington’s excessive whining’, to which you’d both shared a cackle. You had offered her your cigarette that she declined with a wave of her hand and a small smile, ‘trumpet player and all’ she’d grinned.

You saw Steve on Tuesday, on his lunch break as he wandered into Sam Goody to pick up an order that Dustin Henderson had put in before he went off to Summer camp for six weeks. A Wham! album from late 1984 that had you raising an eyebrow.

“Kid kinda wants to be like me,” Steve had shrugged, cocky as he rolled his eyes, leaned his arm on your counter. Flashed you the goddamn Harrington smile that momentarily had you forgetting that his taste in music was vile, “the chicks love George Michael.”

“You’re setting the poor guy up to fail by recommending he listens to this shit,” you quipped, handing the plastic bag holding the cassette over to Steve, heat prickling up your spine when your fingers brushed over the handles, “I promise you it’s not George Michael that ‘the chicks’ are interested in.”

“And what exactly are they interested in?” Steve asked, quirking a brow and smirking at you, giving you a once over with those wandering hazel eyes.

The little shit was flirting.

“I think you and I both know what they’re interested in, Harrington.” You flirted back, your glossy lips smacking together, catching his eye immediately.

“Are you?” Steve breathed, focused solely on your lips, and you could almost see the second his upstairs brain shut off and his downstairs one took over for him, “Interested, I mean.”

“Oh, honey. I think you know the answer to that.”

Eddie had appeared on Wednesday, conned you into using your staff discount for the Armed & Dangerous EP — you didn’t even like Anthrax, and Eddie didn’t have a damn record player, yet you still got it for him.

Steve had been wandering past, hands stuffed deep in his shorts pockets as Eddie left with his bag of goodies and the most ridiculous grin on his face. So engrossed in pulling out a rolly that he slammed right into Steve’s side, sending the poor guy straight to the floor, unable to pull his hands from his pockets in time to stop himself.

You’d watched anxiously from your perch on the stool behind the counter as Eddie crouched into a squat to help Steve up, extending an arm that Steve took with a flush of colour on his cheeks and an embarrassed smile. You couldn’t see Eddie or the expression on his face, but you already knew he was saying something stupid, maybe even cracking a joke, because Steve laughed. Head thrown back and hearty enough that you could hear it faintly, their hands still clasped together even though he was already back on his feet.

Your heart fluttered, beating overtime as you watched the interaction with curious eyes, a nervous wave of butterflies in your tummy. They parted ways, and if Eddie asked, you pretended that you didn’t see him looking over his shoulder once Steve turned away, half buried behind the waves of his hair as he blushed red, his doe eyes soft and fond.

And if by some sort of confusing act of God, Steve was ever to ask you that same question, you never saw him do the exact same thing, just seconds later.

You were screwed.

Steve doesn’t arrive at the Curtis family home on Friday evening, and you can’t even pretend that you don’t let out a sigh of relief. Just as you had suspected, Robin had indeed been talking about the date during your short conversation, and Steve’s latest conquest was no more.

It’s raining lightly, thunder and lightning cracking in the distance, amplified in amongst the trees as you and Eddie pass a blunt back and forth between your bodies. You’re laid top-to-toe, his head basically hanging upside down out of the back door of the van, you in the resumed position up against the rock hard front seats.

“There’s somebody out swimming in the lake,” Eddie says, breaking the peaceful silence with his dulcet tones, words deep and heavy from the cotton mouth. His hand halts its movements on your bare calf, “did you see another car here?”

Your eyes narrow, catching a head bobbing in and out of the water at a far distance, way too far away for you to recognise who it was, though swimmers in the lake weren’t uncommon especially during the Summer months, “No, I didn’t. Could’ve walked here, I guess.”

Eddie’s head whips up at that, and he gets up on his elbows as if it’s going to give him a better look at you, “We’re about ten miles away from civilization, dummy. Nobody's walking out here unless they have a death wish. Maybe they parked in the trees.”

“Why do you sound so nervous? You think Hopper or his knucklehead deputies are out here taking a dip in the lake whilst undercover trying to catch a couple of shitheads smoking a joint on a Friday night?” You cackle, and Eddie rolls his eyes, lets out an annoyed huff and plucks the joint from your relaxed fingers.

“I’m on my final strike, asshole.” Eddie grunts, sitting up properly and craning his neck to get a better look as the person swims closer and closer to you both, the ripples of water as they glide along the only giveaway, as they keep their head underwater the entire duration.

You find yourself drifting off, hazy and blissed out, the noises and visuals a cacophony of brain scratching senses. Your eyelids go heavy, drooping, and before you know it Eddie’s fingers are brushing your skin and helping along, adding to the sanctity of your mind. You doze peacefully, sighing contentedly.

Footsteps closing in knock you out of your unconscious state, your brain alerting you to another person who certainly wasn’t Eddie approaching — panic creeps in momentarily, until the figure appears at the open door of the van, knocking the breath from your lungs in a mixture of relief and desperation.

Steve Harrington is in front of you. Dressed in nothing but a pair of shorts and a fucking cropped vest, exposing his toned stomach, his happy trail glistening as droplets of water clinging to the dark hair that disappears into the low waistband of his pants.

It’s. Sobering, to say the least. You’re suddenly conscious of how you’re sitting, legs spread wide in your own shorts, slumped down like an absolute slob. Eyes bloodshot from the weed, your shirt askew.

Okay, cool. Steve’s going to take one look at you and decide you’re in fact a completely disgusting creature that he absolutely does not find attractive. Great, just great.

Eddie breaks the silence, his voice knocking you out of your trance so quickly you startle yourself, jumping in your seat, “Steve Harrington, to what do we owe the pleasure?” Eddie smirks, shuffling back into the bed of the van until he’s propped up against the side, kicking his legs out flat right across the bottoms of your feet.

“Just thought I’d come say hi, thought it was your van from back there,” Steve’s nonchalant, shrugging, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he rocks on the balls of his feet, trying and failing to not watch Eddie’s every move as his gangly limbs manoeuvre, “you got anymore?”

Drugs, he means drugs. Could probably smell them a mile off, could tell you were both high just by looking at you, remembered Eddie was a dealer and wanted his own.

You try to hide your disappointment, though your face always had a way of talking for you, and you feel your nose scrunching in distaste before you can stop it. Steve fails to notice, dumbstruck bambi eyes watching Eddie like he wants to — you don’t even know, but it’s almost like he wants to ask something else.

“You want in?” Eddie asks tentatively, seemingly asking the question for Steve like he knew exactly what he wanted to say, holding a fresh rolly up in between his thumb and forefinger like an offering, “We were just about to spark this one up, and I’m sure you could do with the… relaxation after that show you just put on.”

He’s mocking, grinning like the Cheshire cat as Steve flounders, flushes a deep shade of red across his cheeks, but climbs into the van like he’s meant to fucking be there or something, sliding down right next to Eddie close enough that their thighs are touching roughly, the rivulets of water on Steve’s leg clinging to the material of Eddie’s jeans and soaking them in the process.

Eddie’s eyes widen like saucers, like he expected Steve to tell him to fuck off, yet there he was pressed against Eddie like it was the most normal thing in the world. Steve produces a lighter from the pocket of his shorts, plucks the joint from Eddie’s hand like it’s nothing, and presses it between his cherry red, plump lips. Sparks it up and inhales deeply, eyelids fluttering shut, thick eyelashes fanning his cheeks.

Your thighs clench as you watch Steve’s adams apple bob up and down, the vast expanse of his tan neck stretching as his head thumps back, whole body slumping as the sudden nicotine hit relaxes his body. You connect the moles and freckles with your eyes, fingers itching in your lap, resisting the urge to lunge forward and mark him up, connect the beauty marks with your mouth, suck bruises into his skin until he’s whining and begging.

The air lies heavy between you all, nobody saying a word as you pass the blunt back and forth, your high settling in once more, enough to have you light headed and itching to touch more and more and more. Ten minutes or maybe an hour go past, you’re not too sure which.

You can tell Eddie is starting to feel the same, from the way his thigh begins jiggling up and down — usually by this point he had a lapful of you, grinding against him and gasping for release as your drug-addled brains melted with the need to touch and to kiss and to fuck.

Steve wiggles in his place next to Eddie, his large palm coming out to slap Eddie’s thigh and keep his leg still, like he’s annoyed by the constant jerking movement, yet his flushed skin and agape mouth tell you otherwise. Somebody whines, needy, and you’re not too sure which one of you it is, but the sound goes straight to your core, has your cunt fluttering.

Eddie breaks first, pulling you into his lap unceremoniously, your arms instinctively wrapping around his pale shoulders to ground yourself as you’re flung like a ragdoll, his hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingertips pressing almost bruisingly, yet you keen into it, desperate for more.

Your bare calf touches Steve’s thigh, and he’s looking at you like a deer caught in headlights — pretty hazel eyes staring up at you in awe, watching as your body rocks against Eddie’s own, though you don’t dare settle down on his crotch properly, waiting for Steve’s confirmation that he’s good with this.

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, just to be sure, making it clear that you’re not adding two plus two and getting five, needing to know for certain this is what he wants, “Tell me what you’re thinking, Steve.”

Eddie’s own gaze lands on Steve now, soft and gentle, no teasing on his features anymore, pure sincerity. Steve looks back and forth between you both, bites that fucking lip of his as he ponders.

“I think-” Steve starts, sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, “that I just… really wanna kiss one of you right now.”

If Eddie’s surprised, drawn back or even nervous, he doesn’t let on, as he leans into Steve’s space with parted lips, a stupid lazy smirk tugging at the corners, enough to make your core ache for him.

You watch with hazy eyes as they share breath back and forth, two pairs of deep set brown eyes locking and conversing without words as you heave desperately, rutting gently against Eddie’s thigh. His rings bite into the soft skin of your waist, grounding you, letting you know he’s still aware of your presence.

Steve closes the gap first, slots their lips together and startling a desperate whine from the back of Eddie’s throat — a noise you weren’t even aware he could make. Steve’s large hand runs up along Eddie’s rosy red cheek, fingers splaying and nails raking into Eddie’s scalp as their mouths move together like ripples of water.

It’s beautiful to watch, you can’t look away (as if you even fucking wanted to), your hands bunching into the bottom hem of Eddie’s shirt to help you sway your hips back and forth. Eddie’s sharp tongue peaks out to swipe along Steve’s bottom lip, and Steve surges forward to deepen the kiss, their tongues dancing together as they pant breathily and moan quietly.

You’re not sure when it happens, but Eddie’s rough hand on your waist begins to guide you against the starchy material of his jeans, like he’s paying just as much attention to you as he is to Steve.

You take your opportunity, leaning forward to latch your mouth onto Eddie’s exposed collarbone, biting and suckling like a woman starved as you finally, fucking finally let yourself rock against Eddie properly – grinding against his half-hard cock until he’s whining breathily into the kiss, clinging onto your waist.

Maybe you’re feeling ballsy because of the drugs, or maybe it’s because you’ve just waited forever to get your hands on Steve Harrington, but soon enough your hand is ghosting up his inner thigh, pressing hot and heavy against the sizable bulge in his ridiculously short shorts.

“Y’r both gonna fucking kill me,” Steve groans against Eddie’s lips, breaking the kiss momentarily only for Eddie to surge forward once more and reattach their mouths, and your pussy flutters – hearing Steve so fucked out from the simplest of touches sends a hot, prickly flush up your body, settles in your core.

Your hand presses more firmly onto Steve’s cock, hips rutting against Eddie’s and they both roll their hips at the same fucking time, pressing into your hand and cunt respectively. Your brain short circuits, lips detaching from Eddie’s collarbone so you can moan, wet and panting against his damp skin.

“You wanna fuck her, Harrington?” Eddie asks, bites at Steve’s bottom lip and Steve keens into it, grunts and fucks his hips up into your hand again. Eddie releases his lip, trails kisses down Steve’s chin and to his jaw, rough and sucking, sure to leave a mark, “She wants you to, I know she does. Fantasises about you wrecking her, think you’re up to the task?”

Steve nods, feverish and almost pathetic, and you have to question if he’s always like this during sex or if Eddie really just has that effect on him, has Steve reduced to nothing more than a mess as you both finally lock eyes once again, “Please, nggh, please. Wanna fuck you so bad, baby, please? Will you let me?”

The begging does something to your insides you never would’ve expected, and you’re throwing yourself into Steve’s lap. His hands grab onto your waist, replacing Eddie’s and it’s noticeable, he’s gentle, almost unsure of how to take you – he looks up at you, leans up to press your lips together and you’re unravelling in his arms.

He kisses like a fucking boyfriend, lips gliding against your own just roughly enough to have you melting into it, tongue swiping your bottom lip the same way Eddie did to him just minutes earlier, licking into your mouth and gliding his tongue against your own in this perfect rhythm that has you rutting down into his lap. The thick length of his now fully hard cock nestles perfectly in the cave of your pussy, only covered by three thin layers of clothing.

You’re delirious with it, hands on his cheeks, fingers buried into his hair as you suck face like you might die if you stop. You can feel Eddie’s intense gaze on you both, his hand slipping in between Steve and your own torsos to tug gently at your loose shirt, pushing it up your chest to expose your tits to the cool air.

His fingers are everywhere, rubbing and pulling at your nipples, hardening them and sending shockwaves of want and desire down your entire body. Steve disconnects your lips with a string of spit, his eyes hazy and darkened with lust as he bends down to latch onto your tit, sucking and licking it into his mouth like a desperate thing.

You’re so turned on you might fucking die, rutting against Steve’s clothed erection fast and hard, desperate to feel that catch and drag rough against your clit.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, breath hot against the side of your face, mouthing at the sensitive skin below your ear, “Harrington as talented with his mouth as you hoped?”

“I know now why the ladies love him,” you squeak, unable to contain it when Eddie’s fingers finally leave the swollen bud of your nipple and dip down below, hand hot and heavy as he pushes the offending material of your shorts away so he can press against your cunt, swiping over your clit with two fingers, the back of his palm digging into Steve’s cock in the process.

“Oh my fucking god,” Steve grunts pathetically, bites down on your nipple and punches his hips up into Eddie’s hand, rocks against him for a moment before settling back down again. He pulls off of you with a wet pop, chooses instead to trail kisses up your chest and to your neck that have you moaning unabashedly, “you sound s’fucking pretty, can’t believe it.”

You can hardly focus on a single thing, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body. Eddie knows you inside and out, pushes with a perfect pressure on your clit, swiping over it in fast circles as he mutters sweet nothings, coaxing moans and gasps from you with every touch. Steve’s attacking your neck, biting and kissing, leaving a mark in a way that you’d practically wished for for too fucking long.

“Shit, Harrington,” Eddie’s voice raising a little knocks you out of it, his fingers slipping through the wetness of your folds and off of your clit like he was caught off guard, “like it a little rough or somethin’?”

Your half lidded eyes watch as Steve’s hand grips at Eddie’s thigh, ghosting closer and closer to the inside seam until Eddie breaks, uses his free hand to pop the button on his jeans and shuck them down his thighs, finally allowing his cock the damn release from those tight pants.

Eddie resumes his motions on your clit properly once he’s done shuffling, “Sorry, sweetheart.” He apologises, swirling the tips of his fingers over the bundle of nerves fast enough to have you seeing stars, “Know you well enough to know it won’t take you long, anyway.”

He’s right. The slick noises of your pussy being worked over invade your ears, the deep blooming in your core rising quickly as Eddie sets an almost brutal rhythm, desperate to get you there. You cling onto Steve’s biceps as he sucks another bruise just below your jaw, hot mouth leaving your skin finally, letting up so that you can breathe, if only a little.

You’re not sure why it shocks you when Steve spits into his palm like it’s nothing, wraps a firm hand around the length of Eddie’s cock like he’s done it a million times before but it does, and suddenly you’re flushing hot all over, the visual of Eddie’s eyes shutting and mouth falling open in a grunt the last thing you see before your eyes squeeze shut, your orgasm wracking your body with such force that you slump into Steve’s front — head on his shoulder, hips stuttering as Eddie works you through it.

“That’s it, honey, oh shit,” Steve’s voice sounds strained as he watches you stain the front of his shorts with your release, his hand heavy on your waist as you ride Eddie’s hand, his wrist glistening in the light, “you’re both so hot, fuck me.”

You flush at Steve’s words, whining in the back of your throat, “Sensitive, Eds,” you squeal, hips jerking back and away from Eddie’s hand – you get why he’s slow to move, when you see how Steve’s jerking his cock, how Eddie’s hips are fucking up into it, the dark red head leaking down his shaft and coating Steve’s fingers.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie’s apologetic as his hand moves, though he’s so breathy and fucked out that you can tell he’s hardly paying enough attention to care, “get your fucking dick out, Steve.”

Your trembling hands do it for him, and Steve willingly lifts his hips up to let you pull the offending material down. His cock springs out and — oh, oh fuck.

He’s so fucking big it makes your mouth water, so heavy under it’s own weight that it sits flush against Steve’s toned, heaving belly as he sucks in sharp breaths, slightly curved to the side and cut, the head almost purple with need, soaking wet with his own precum.

“Of course you’ve got a monster cock,” Eddie grunts, rolling his eyes, no heat to his words when Steve squeezes him tighter, jerks the head, flicks his thumb over the slit, “would’ve sworn you’d touched a hundred dicks with how good you are at it, fuuuck.”

“You’re gonna give me a goddamn complex,” Steve moans, stripping Eddie’s cock faster until the other man is literally shaking in his spot, hips vibrating, and you’ve seen this a million times — Eddie is close.

“Stop— mmph, stop, gotta stop,” Eddie pants, scrambling to halt Steve’s motions on his dick, which Steve does without a second thought, though his hand still lays loosely on the base as it pulses, slit weeping, “I’m gonna blow my fucking load if you keep doing that shit.”

There’s a heavy silence between you all for a moment, exchanged looks that say more than words probably could in such a highly charged situation — it’s like Steve was always here, the way he slots in and understands exactly what’s going on like he’d been with you both before in this way. It makes your heart clench, makes your tummy do flips.

You climb from Steve’s lap, rid yourself of your shorts and soiled panties whilst Steve and Eddie shuffle themselves around – Steve lying down, head propped up on the two sad looking pillows Eddie always kept around, and Eddie on his knees at Steve’s side.

It’d be truly ridiculous to look at from an outsider's perspective, like a bad porno movie, but you’re all so turned on that you can’t see past the want to care enough, as you climb back into Steve’s lap and resume your position.

“Want you to fuck me now,” you murmur, doe eyed and desperate as you cling to Steve’s shirt, rocking down onto his dick again, spreading your wetness over his shaft, “please, Steve?”

Steve whines pathetically, grabs a hold of his dick by the base, hazards a guess at where your opening is and fails miserably, unable to see anything at this angle. You try to help, wiggling your hips until the fat head catches on your clit — you both groan, a slight tinge of laughter in yours from the absurdity of it all.

“Damn Steve, can’t even find her pussy when it’s right in front of you,” Eddie huffs impatiently, yet his words are full of arousal you swear you’ve never heard, licking his wet, plump lips as he leans over to grab the base of Steve’s cock, slides the head against your wet cunt until you’re both whining and gasping for it, “sit on him then, sweetheart. Take his big cock like the good girl you are, yeah?”

Steve grips onto the meat of your thighs as you sink down, gasping at the sheer stretch — Steve really was bigger than Eddie and nothing could’ve prepared you for the intrusion. Your cunt leaks down his shaft, down Eddie’s hand until he’s removing it so you can sink down completely, adjusting to the stretch by wiggling your hips.

You can tell Steve is trying to keep his composure and failing miserably, if the way he’s grunting through his clenched teeth is anything to go by. You seize the opportunity, clamp your walls down around his length deliberately until he’s sputtering, grappling onto your skin even tighter, “D-don’t, can’t do that — I’ll come so fucking quick,” he gasps, staring up at you with wild eyes.

Eddie barks out a laugh from the side of you, and you can tell it’s from the sheer satisfaction – knowing that even though Steve’s cock is bigger there’s no way he’s going to be as good at fucking you as Eddie. Of course that’ll feed his ego, the town freak being better at fucking than Hawkins’ own certified slut.

“Go on, sweetheart. Show him what your pretty little cunt can do,” Eddie’s encouraging you, one hand loosely holding the base of his own cock, the other now placed on the small of your back, a grounding movement that keeps you from losing it all together.

You grip onto Steve’s broad shoulders, nails biting into the skin as you use your knees for leverage, take the first aching drag up the length of his cock. You feel like you’re being split apart from the inside, the dull hurting so fucking good that you’re sick with it.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, baby,” Steve’s eyebrows marry together as he watches you take him in fucking awe or something, unable to tear his eyes away from where you’re sinking up and down on him.

It’s torturously slow whilst you adjust to him, a tentative bounce and rock motion until your pussy is soaked from the constant press on your gspot.

You speed up your movements and Steve is all but wailing and begging beneath you, Eddie looming over the top of him and tugging lazily at his own cock, almost like he’s not entirely sure what he wants to do — or what he’s allowed to do.

Steve looks up at him, ripping his eyes away from your pussy sucking him in, leaving behind creamy rings of release on his shaft. He’s wide eyed and almost manic, watching as Eddie fucks his fist, “Put it– put it in my mouth, I wanna. Wanna suck you off.”

Eddie chokes on his own tongue momentarily, eyes bugging out of his head at Steve’s request, “You – I, what?” He laughs incredulously, though he’s already shuffling up next to Steve’s head, and Steve moves with him, craning his neck to the side and opening his mouth wide, tongue lolling out. Eddie fists a handful of Steve’s hair, sliding his cock into Steve’s mouth with an obscene fluidity, “You really are a fuckin’ slut, huh?”

Steve moans around his mouthful, nods what little he can manage as Eddie begins to rock in and out, building a slow rhythm, the loud slurping noises of Steve’s saliva adding to the noise of your soaked pussy fucking down onto him. You’re so turned on it hurts, the sight of them both together has you closing in on your second orgasm quickly, with a lightning speed.

The sound of wet skin, from sweat and ungodly amounts of body fluid is so loud you’re sure anybody within a five mile radius could hear you all, and that does something to your insides that you don’t think you could admit to out loud. Steve’s large hands move your hips, help you along as you bounce quicker on his cock, chasing your high, and you have to hand it to him that he’s a seriously good multitasker.

“You’re fucking — God, can’t believe you’re sucking me like this,” Eddie cries, ever the one to be so fucking vocal, and it’s clear as day he’s close to the edge already, “so fucking talented with that mouth — oh fuck, keep doing that. Yeah, yeah, oh fuck.”

“I hate you both so fucking much,” you gasp, arching your back and crying out as you bounce up and down on Steve’s cock in short, snappy motions. Steve grunts, fingernails biting into your hip, a clear sign that he wants you to keep doing that, and you do, “I’m-I’m, shit m’gonna cum –!”

It hits you like a goddamn freight train, your thighs trembling, hands gripping and nails biting at Steve’s abs as you come, gushing wet and walls fluttering as the feeling settles deep in your stomach. Your legs give up on you, body turning to jello within seconds.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you, watching you with such intensity that you feel his eyes basically burning holes into your head. You’re sure he doesn’t even blink as you rock through it, tits bouncing and mouth agape in the most delicious moans.

Steve’s patience wears thin, his hips fucking up into you from below, hands moving you on and off of his cock as if you’re a fucking ragdoll, but he’s not even really paying attention to you — he’s focused on Eddie, mouthing heavily at the other mans dick, taking and taking it as Eddie feeds it to him with nothing more than a few moans and grunts.

“Need to cum, let me cum on your face,” Eddie begs, tears his eyes from you finally to ask Steve the damn question, rutting into his mouth jerkily, practically sobbing as he reaches the end, “wanna ruin you so bad, fuck, please?”

Steve’s so far gone, nestled so tight in your pussy and drunk on it that he’d agree to anything, nods what little he can and Eddie takes barely a second to slip from Steve’s mouth. Tightens his fist around his own cock as he jerks it messily above Steve’s face.

“Your pussy is like heaven, fuck,” Steve grunts, voice worn and fucked out from being stuffed full for so long, and you’re so overstimulated you barely register what he’s doing, brain fuzzy. His fingers dig into your hips tight enough to bruise as he fucks you so hard you’re seeing stars, “cumming, I’m fucking cumming.”

Steve forces you down so hard on his cock that you wail, clinging onto him for dear life as he pulses deep inside of you, coating your insides with his release. You swear you’ve fucking died and gone to heaven or something, with how good it feels.

Eddie grunts from his place in front of you, “so fucking hot, shit, shit, oh fuck,” blurting from his mouth as he comes, his load shooting so far it kind of misses Steve’s face all together and instead spurts down his neck and chest.

A long wave of silence washes over you all as you all come down, a mess of sweaty limbs, coated in each others sex. You know the van had ought to fucking reek of it, the sheets below you all soaked and soiled. None of you find it in you to care as you pant heavily, hands all over each other as some weird form of aftercare, stroking and touching.

“Steve, where’s your car, man?” Eddie asks, breaking the silence yet again from where he’d finally slumped back on his ass next to Steve’s head.

Steve looks at Eddie like he’s stupid, furrowing his brows, “My car? Dude, I ran here. It’s only, like, six miles or something from my house, it’s not exactly far.”

You cackle loudly from your place in between Steve’s legs, “And you called me stupid for insinuating somebody walked out here!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, flips you both the bird, though there’s a little quirk on the corners of his lips.

You’re not sure what’ll happen from here, if anything at all, but the comforting aura you feel is enough to have you guessing that maybe it’s far from the final time.

to anybody who read this and took a chance on it, thank you all so much! this has been a little labour of love and i actually started on it before christmas, it was meant to be nothing more than a quick little smut fic but i felt it needed more. thank you all in advance for any likes, reblogs and sweet comments you leave, it means the absolute world.

#eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #steddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #my fanfic #mine #x reader #steddie

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ghostlyfleur · 7 months ago

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𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬.

clingy!steve harrington x reader

♡

once steve finds his person, his angel, the love of his life, he’s all in. for the first time, he feels free to love as he wishes, to not hide in fear of being “too much”… too needy, too touchy, too mushy, too much.

he finally feels free. in previous relationships he’s been with girls who don’t like too much touch, or too many nicknames, or all the hopeless romantic mushy stuff steve longs to have, but now? with his sweet girl? he finally feels free. you call him the sweetest names, “my sweet boy” and “dreamy” and “puppy”, and it turns him into soft marshmallow fluff, melted at your feet.

so he calls you all the pet names he can think of, loving how flustered it gets you. “princess” in a slightly more teasing way, mocking and playful or flirty, but he’s also such a “honey” boyfriend it’s unreal, though. reserves “honey” for more intimate settings, soft spoken and with a sweet smile. your stevie also loves adding “my” in front of anything he calls you:

“my princess”

“my smiley/sweet girl”

“my silly girl”

“my little crybaby”

“my girl”

“my honey”

the two of you know just how to love each other perfectly, and you’re both so happy to have finally found your person. steve finally has the healthy, happy, committed relationship he’s always wanted and you finally found your person.

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eddies-whoreee · 2 years ago

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IM HAVING WRITERS BLOCK I NEED SOME PROMPTS!! Please help you guys have such creative minds.

I write for:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Steddie X Reader

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I write dark shit:

Ddlg {sexual and non}

Bdsm

Dubcon

Blood play

Piss play

Face slapping

Plus more

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sleepyangelkami · 7 months ago

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BLOODY NOSE s.harrington

☆ WORD COUNT - 1.6K

STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - your clumsy self was used to running into things and hurting yourself, so much so that you practically couldn't even feel the pain anymore. however, a little blood was enough to scare you. thankfully, steve is there to clean your bloody mess up.

☆ WARNINGS - blood, kinda gorey, clumsy!reader, ditzy!reader, crybaby!reader (the reader's a lot of things, okay??), worrying, anxiety, mention of knife?, attentive!steve, pre-established relationship, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

clumsy was your middle name, at least it should be.

you can't recall the last time you'd gone a full week without falling over and skidding your knee or banging your head into the pole you were walking towards. something about hurting yourself came so easy to you. perhaps it was because you were a buzzing ball of energy and no cones would stand in your way.

and steve harrington couldn't have you any other way.

allthough, he'd love if you'd actually look where you were going, he didn't really mind shutting the cupboards after you to make sure you didn't hit your head or switch off the gas when you were finished baking so you didn't light the house on fire, or even snatching your arm and forcing you to one side of the street so you didn't walk straight into the pole right in front of you.

however, sometimes he truly did wish you wouldn't be so clumsy.

as cute as it was, he couldn't deny that he was a worrier. a worrier until his last breath. your every move had him on his tip toes, making him turn grey in his prime and forcing the wrinkled lines on his forehead.

there was no denying that steve was sort of alike a mother to everyone he let into his life. a father? no, no. a mother. which was sort of odd, seeing as he was also your boyfriend.

often times you were strolling into family video with another bruise or scratch. you didn't mind though, because there was no blood. truthfully, steve was always much more worried than you were, trying to hold your leg still as he patched a plaster on it.

you were always swinging your dangling legs across those tables.

as time progressed, so did your relationship.

steve supposed that he never stopped being worried, he just began being prepared. plasters in his pockets, always watching you with a close eye.

until he wasn't.

it was late in the afternoon, a chopping knife in your hand. you were cutting up some fruits, wooden chopping board soaked in many different colours due to the juices that fell from them. steve knew how you loved your snacks in the evening, especially fruit, you had this awful craving for them. perhaps it was due to the dehydration you had when you constantly forgot to drink water. usually, steve had to follow you around with a water bottle.

usually, this was steve's task.

he didn't often leave you alone with a knife. actually, come to think about it he never left you alone with a knife. he knew that the outcome would not be as blissful as one would imagine.

even now, after you'd begged to cut up your own fruit. you'd told him that you were a lady, not a toddler. he had to agree. and as nervous as he was, he sat by the counter. his eyes were strained on your hands, chopping up the fruit.

the knife slid from each piece of fruit, you grasping the little chunks and tossing them in a bowl. "you want any?" you questioned, back sort of turned to him as you sliced the pear.

"no, honey, i'm okay―" smiling at you before realising he was smiling at you meaning your face was turned away from the fruit. "eyes on the fruit, sweetheart." though there was obvious worry laced in his tone, his own throat clenching at the mere thought of you practically slicing your hand off.

honestly? it wasn't too far fetched with what you'd done in the past.

steve watched as you dropped the knife a little too carelessly onto the chopping board before sweeping the bowl into your hands. he'd breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful the worrying and bubbling anxiety of you slicing a limb off was over.

unfortunately, that feeling of relief? yeah, it didn't last too long.

"See that wasn't so hard―" before he could so much as utter out a word of caution, much too wrapped up in the whole knife business, the open cabinet drawer was hitting you right in the face, a loud "ow!" falling from your lips.

"shit." instantly standing from his seat, making his way over towards you.

holding your hand up to your face, you uttered the muffled words. "'m okay, i jus―" turning to place the bowl of fruit onto the counter before "ow!" slapping your face against the same cabinet drawer.

"jesus christ." panic evident in his voice. "just―just don't move, okay?" perhaps that was the best idea, seeing as you moving would possibly result in loosing some form of a limb.

truthfully, it didn't hurt that much.

there was a stinging pain in your nose but you'd felt that familliar feeling many times before. it was almost as if your body had grown numb to the pain. perhaps that was why it was so easy to keep repeating the same mistakes, your body simply didn't care enough to stop.

you said ow due to the pressure though also because you deemed it was sort of necessary. you hit something, you shout "ow" right?

you felt him before you could hear him. "you okay? c'mere, baby, show me a look." the bowl of fruit was discarded on the counter top while one of hands moved to shove the cupboard press closed so you were in a safe proximity, tossing the end of the knife over and tipping it into the sink, out of reach.

finally, his hands came down to your own wrists, gently maneuvering them away from your face so he could take a look at your nose. "'m okay." you quickly quipped, knowing you'd endured much worse than a little bang against some wood. "really, it doesn't hurt that bad." did it even hurt at all? perhaps the feeling of hurt hadn't truly settled in.

steve didn't listen, tipping your head back by his finger against your chin. "doesn't hurt that bad?" you nodded though your head stung a little just by doing so. "yeah, well you're bleeding."

he should have known not to utter those words.

almost instantly, he turned to grab some of the kitchen paper that had been placed on the table, using the roll to grab a couple sheets, knowing you were too far from the bathroom.

bleeding?

the word kept repeating in your head and suddenly you felt dizzy. perhaps it was the hit of the cabinet drawer against your head or maybe it was the way you pushed your hand up to your nose, gazing down at the red crimson that painted your delicate skin.

why did your nose suddenly hurt so bad?

perhaps it was the anxiety building up in your cluttered chest. whatever it was, you could feel stinging in your eyes now, not from any physical pain but instead the pretty silhouette of tears that danced in your waterline, all glossy.

steve took notice of your glassy eyes before you could utter a word. "hey, hey, wh's wrong? does it hurt?" you nodded your head in agreement, despite the dizziness, despite the fact that you didn't know if it was all that entirely true.

he placed the kitchen paper against your nose ever so gently, featherlight. "i didn't... i didn't mean to." your voice came out breathless, sort of wobbly as if you really were going to cry.

steve felt his heart ache a little at that. "no, no, i know you didn't, hey." his large hand moved it's way towards your waist, soothing the skin gently. however, he was suddenly aware of your glance cast down on your hand, covered in a little of the blood from your nose. "hey, c'mon, pretty girl, 's just a little blood, no biggie, okay?"

once again, you nodded as a response, sniffing slightly.

"stupid." you mumbled through the tissue held against your nose, stumping the bleeding. it caused the word to come out muffled, practically unheard.

"you're not stupid." he gushed. "it was an accident, it happens."

however this time, you shook your head. "no, not me." his brows pinched together a little, taking the napkin from your nose, dried blood at the base of your nose. "the stupid cabinet door." grouching like a child.

he couldn't help but grin at you, wiping the dried blood from the bottom of your nose. "yeah, stupid cabinet door." he agreed, thankful your fear of blood didn't last too long.

you see, if it was any other situation, you probably would have cried.

but when steve stood so close to you, the scent of him enveloping you, arms practically encaging you. there was something about it that made the world stop, that made you realise a little blood wasn't all that bad. hey, you got attention from the world's best boyfriend, right?

surely, that had to count for something.

half an hour passed, you laid on the couch with a pack of frozen peas against your already bruising nose while leaning against steve's arm. he used his other one to hold a fork, feeding you the chopped up fruit. "better?" he mumbled, unable to catch your eye when you were so engrossed in the tv in front of you.

practically dazed by the animation, you managed to nod your head. "better." mumbling back, barely uttering the whole word.

steve couldn't help but roll his eyes upon realising how much special treatment he was giving you. truthfully, he was thankful you were okay but there was only one thing on his mind. "never lettin' you cut fruit again." murmuring practically to himself.

however, you heard. you snapped your head up, dodging the strawberry with a shocked look on your face. "what why?" he stared at you with a little shock. "i didn't even get cut!"

he rolled his eyes, shoving the strawberry through your lips. "just eat your fruit."

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reidingandwriting · 4 months ago

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Lover (Steve Harrington’s Version)

Chapter Two: Cruel Summer

“I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Fem!Reader, cursing throughout, drinking, reader and Steve continuing to have Not Great parents (especially reader)

A/N: This fully meant to post yesterday but it never did?? Anyways.

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

You don’t know why you decided to go to the party. Well, yes you do. You wanted out of your parents’ house, you wanted to forget. You wanted to be with Steve. Steve, where was he?

“Steve?” Your voice was loud but barely recognizable over the sound of the music playing. You maneuvered through the crowd of drunk high school graduates and you moved your head as if on a swivel, looking for your best friend. In your search, you felt a hand grab your shoulder and instinctively, you stomped your foot and spun around when you heard a familiar voice curse. “Shit, ‘m so sorry!”

“Impressive aim! Would be proud if it wasn’t my foot you just broke.” Steve winced as he shook his foot out and you rolled your eyes.

“Not broken, crybaby.” Steve flicked you in the forehead and you pouted, the corners of your lips twitching as you fought back a smile. “Mm, thirsty.” You grabbed Steve’s hand and walked with him to the kitchen. You had a few drinks already and weren’t entirely sure of your route, not familiar with Kimmy’s house. You eventually made your way to the kitchen and you let out a little cheer as you realized where you were.

“How much have you had to drink?” Steve asked and he watched as you swayed a little bit. He didn’t blame you for wanting to drink the night away, however your tolerance has always been on the lower side. You seemed noticeably more tipsy than you were when he left for the bathroom, and you pulled out two cans of beer from the fridge. You offered one to Steve, who shook his head. “I’ll just steal some of yours when you’re not looking. Someone needs to be able to drive you home tonight.”

“Not even that drunk,” you huffed as you cracked a can open and took a large swig before you winced. “Ugh, I hate beer.”

“Sure have had a lot of it for someone who hates it,” Steve teased and you scowled at him so adorably, he had to ruffle your hair once he walked over to where you stood. “C’mon, let’s get some air for a minute.” Steve wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you quietly followed him, grounded by the warm, comforting touch. Steve led you to the front yard and you sat on the front porch, leaned against him.

“I hate them,” you said after a minute of silence. You had tried to keep your hopes down, you really did. Always expect the worst and you’ll never be disappointed. But it was your graduation. The biggest moment in your life so far and they couldn’t be bothered to show up. Steve hated seeing your face fall when you realized your parents weren’t in the audience of the gymnasium. Even his own parents showed up for once, even if they were late and didn’t stay long before they left.

You had been brave, plastering on a smile when the kids came to congratulate you. You nearly cried when Dustin had given you flowers and Max had shyly given you a teddy bear with a graduation cap. Joyce Byers had surprised you with her attendance and she brought a Polaroid camera, your share of the pictures tucked into your bag that presently resided in Steve’s car.

Steve opened his mouth to respond to you when he noticed the tear sliding down your cheek. He hadn’t seen you cry often, and he felt out of his element. Regardless, he pulled you closer and you clutched his shirt in your hands as you cried, your shoulders shaking. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Steve hoped his voice was soothing, hand pressed to the small of your back.

“Wish we could just run away. Leave Hawkins forever, leave our parents behind.” You hiccuped. “I never want to see them again.”

“Why don’t you stay with me for a while?” Steve offered. “Not like we don’t have the space. You already have half of your things at mine, anyways.” You smiled against Steve’s shoulder, and your hands moved up, fingers twirling the ends of his hair.

“So soft. Such nice hair, Stevie.” Your voice had gone soft, tired and Steve sighed softly. “Can we go home?”

“Absolutely,” Steve said as he untangled the two of you. He stood and you reached up, making grabby hands at him. “As much as I appreciate your belief in how strong I am, I need you to stand up first.” You slowly rose to your feet and Steve scooped you up once you were standing. “Alright, princess. Let’s go home.”

“Stevie!” You sang as you walked into Scoops and you laughed at the glare he gave you. “Hey, Robs.” You greeted the girl you had quickly become friends with, Max and El politely greeting Steve and Robin before ordering their own ice cream cones. You watched as they sat at a booth and once they were settled, you leaned against the counter to talk to Steve, appreciating a rare moment of downtime in the ice cream shop. Steve pretended to look busy, wiping at the same spot on the counter as you talked.

“We still on for tonight?” You asked and Steve nodded.

“Of course. You owe me for taking care of your hungover ass after graduation,” Steve teased and you flipped him off with a scoff.

“What are you doing tonight?” Robin asked and you bounced on your toes.

“We’re going to the drive-in, Steve’s been begging me to go see this scary movie that sounds stupid,” you emphasized, barely moving out of the way as Steve snapped the rag out towards you. “And he did deal with my hangover exceptionally well, so I owed him one.” The sound of the girls laughing behind you distracted you and you missed the look Robin gave Steve.

“It’s not stupid! You’re stupid, Stupid,” Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

“Stupid,” you mocked and leaned forward to poke his hat. “Can’t call me stupid wearing your adorable little sailor outfit, kind of ruins the effect.” You wink before you turn to Robin. “Robin, my favorite person ever, can I have a chocolate cone please?” You started to dig in your pocket for the cash to cover yours and the girls ice cream and Steve shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve said and you tilted your head. “Buy our popcorn tonight and we’re even.”

“I’ll even be nice and buy our drinks,” you smile, and the matching smile Steve gives you has your stomach fluttering. You flinched when Robin cleared her throat and you apologized as you took the cone. “I’ll swing by at seven?” You clarified and when Steve nodded, you let out a breath. “Perfect. I’ll see you tonight. See you later, Robin.” You almost tripped over your own feet in your haste to walk over to El and Max.

A minute later, the three of you left the shop and Robin walked over to the whiteboard. She drew a line under ‘You suck’ and laughed as Steve made an offended noise.

“Hey! That was prime flirting right there. I deserve a rule point.”

“If only you weren’t a dingus and actually asked her out instead of playing the ‘just friends’ card, maybe you would’ve gotten the point,” Robin said and Steve sighed. “You better ask her out before I do.”

“Watch it,” Steve muttered as another customer walked in. “Welcome to Scoops!”

Later that night, you and Steve sat in his car. The movie played over the radio, and you huffed as you turned the radio up. “Could you chew that popcorn any louder?”

“Sure could,” Steve said as he moved closer to you, chewing obnoxiously. You laughed as you slapped his shoulder and he settled back into his seat. “Thanks for actually coming with me. You didn’t have to.”

“Course I did. Plus, I can’t remember the last time we got to hang out without one of the kids interrupting.” Steve breathed out a laugh and hesitated before letting his arm drape over your shoulders. You reached up and started to play with his fingers, humming to yourself. You jumped at a scary part and laced your fingers with Steve’s, a firm grip on his hand as your eyes stayed glued to the screen.

“Not as stupid as you thought?” Steve asked and you shrugged.

“Good scares, but relies on them more than the actual plot.”

“What even is the plot?” You and Steve laughed and with a content sigh, you looked over at him. Steve’s gaze met your own, something you didn’t recognize flickering in his warm brown eyes.

“Everything okay?” You asked, frowning slightly. After graduation night, Steve had seemed a little… off and you couldn’t remember anything that would have made him upset. A lot of that night was fuzzy, to be fair.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something, because we don’t keep secrets. But I’ve been worried about how things could change, and I didn’t want to risk it.” Steve ran a hand through his hair, and he let out a breath as he looked anywhere but you. “We were going to bed after graduation night. And you. You said something, something I thought you meant. But you, you don’t remember it and I don’t know if you even meant it.”

You had been quiet the ride back to Steve’s that night. Steve helped you inside, got you settled into bed and you couldn’t sleep. You and Steve talked, tiredness beginning to take over when you mentioned you had a secret. You scooted closer; Steve could feel your breath fanning over his skin. He still felt the faint feeling of your lips brushing against his shoulder with the softest kiss. Steve was surprised you couldn’t hear his racing heart and he thought he was a goner when he heard you whisper.

“I love you. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

Then you let out an almost delirious sounding giggle and Steve brushed some of your hair from your face. Let’s talk about it in the morning and see how you feel, he had said. Will still love you in the morning, you had insisted. The next morning though, there were no confessions of love. Just groaning over a headache and ‘five more minutes’ in bed.

“You said you loved me,” Steve said and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

“It’s okay if you don’t-“

“I need to know if you were serious-“ You and Steve stared at each other for a minute until the sound of a scream startled both of you and you reached over to turn the radio down.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while,” you admitted. “I was scared, okay? Scared you didn’t feel the same, scared I’d fuck up our friendship and-“ This time you were interrupted by Steve’s lips brushing against yours. After a second of freezing, you kissed him back, your hands moving to cup his face.

Steve shivered as your thumb rubbed his cheekbone and you broke apart a moment later, noses brushing against each other. “Guess that answers that, huh?”

“Guess so.” You went in for another kiss. And another, and another. You only pulled apart when you needed to breathe, and Steve couldn’t stop staring at your kiss bitten lips. When he finally met your gaze again, there was a fondness in there you hadn’t truly noticed before.

“Do you want to go to dinner with me?” Steve asked and you smiled as you nodded. “Great. Perfect.”

“Perfect.” You echoed. You leaned over the center console, ignoring the slight ache in your hip to rest your head on Steve’s shoulder. Steve’s hand moved to rest on your thigh and you smiled.

“I love you. Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?” Steve whispered in your ear, lips curled into a smirk and you slapped his chest.

“I was drunk!” The sound of your laughter was music to Steve’s ears and he pulled you closer, feeling happier than he had in ages. Maybe Robin was right; he had been a dingus. But he had ended up with you in the end, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

#fem!reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n

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littlebabyyd0ll · 1 year ago

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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀

masterlist ! navigation ! support my work

01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)

02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)

03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)

04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]

05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)

07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)

08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)

09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)

10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)

11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)

12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)

13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)

14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)

15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)

16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)

17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)

18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)

19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)

20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)

21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)

22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)

23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)

24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)

25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)

26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)

27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)

28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)

29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)

30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)

31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)

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rottnteen · 2 years ago

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Halloween Parties and more

eddie x shy!crybaby!reader - Halloween Special (it was meant to come out halloween 😭 but now we’re here in march so happy saint patricks day)

TW: insecurities, social anxiety, cussing, mask kink, innocence kink, ddlg undertones (?), male receiving oral, face fucking, size kink (no matter what Eddie will always be bigger then you.), manhandling, choking/breath play, nipple play, hand kink (?), unprotected pnv, female reader, she/her pronouns

It was stereotypical. To go to a party on halloween night with your boyfriend. Your boyfriend who’s very. very. social. You didn’t hate him for it, you envied him for it. You cling to his cloaked arm, the feel of his synthetic costume on your finger tips. He was laughing, you could feel the vibrations. Your pink fingernails dig a little more into his arm, trying to get as close to him as possible, as far away from the party as possible. It felt like all eyes were on you.

What you didn’t know was that Eddie’s eyes were on you. As you clutched his arm, looking like a deer in headlights. His mask is on top of his head as he talks to Robin, not looking at her but looking at you. Your eyes flutter shut and you breathe in and out a couple breaths but the tight feeling in your chest wouldn’t disappear. Now, with Eddie’s eyes on you, you felt squeamish, a tingle in your lower belly.

“Hey Rob!” You could hear Steve call Robin faintly. She waves goodbye to Eddie and you open your eyes, slightly giving her a small smile.

Eddie turns his whole body towards you and your head lays on his chest, looking up to him. “Hey pretty. Are you okay?” He asks, his voice rumbling throughout his body.

You nod your head and he brings a gloved hand to pet your hair. “Do you need to go sit somewhere else for a moment?”

You nod again.

He puts his mask down so no one stops him and tries to talk or get a quick deal. He grabs your hand and you both maneuver your way to the stairs, him leading you to one of the rooms. You didn’t think much of it, you got a couple stares from the people hanging out on the steps that you were walking up on. But they quickly looked away once Eddie cocked his head at them.

Eddie opened a door to a bedroom, seeming to be Steve Harrington’s, judging from the swimming and basketball awards up and around it. Eddie closed and locked the door as you wandered to the bed, taking off some of your costume, it feeling slightly suffocating. You slip the angel wings off and onto the floor, rolling your shoulders back to release the tension. “I’m sorry.” You say quietly, looking to him with sullen eyes. You pout a little, your bottom lip hitting out with your gloss sparkling in the movement.

He looks at you incredulously, “Did you just say sorry?”

“Well I know it’s your favorite holiday, and I pulled you away from your friends-“ You’re cut off with a hand on your mouth, stopping you from talking. But you still tried, “And your costume! It’s absolutely amazing. You look great in it, hot in it! But my anxiety it’s really just so much of a setback!-” Your words come out muffled behind his hand. But he still understands.

“No.”

Eddie seemed mad, and the way he was looking at you with dark eyes had you clenching your thighs together in anxiety and arousal. “You don’t get to talk to yourself like that.” You nod and look to his masked face, imagining his expression. He recognizes the glint in your eye and your slightly parted lips, the way your breathing got heavier looking at him. He smiles behind the mask, “Youre such a pretty little thing, so shy and sweet.” His hand travels away from covering your mouth and grabbing your jaw roughly, your innocent eyes looking up at him.

You bat your eyelashes and he chuckles lowly. “Get down on your knees.” You quickly get to the ground, the carpet slightly digging into your skin. You place your hands on your thighs and you gaze back to him. Eddie grabs his cloak and takes it off, throwing it by you. He still had his mask on and his black pants with his belt buckle but no shirt. His pale milky skin spotted with his dark inky black tattoos made you want to lick all over his chest. He shone in the moonlight with a slight sweat, and his happy trail lead down to what you knew you were going to get in a second. “Touch me.”

Your hands shake slightly as you bring them up to unbuckle his handcuff belt. An accessory with you in mind. You set down the belt onto the floor on top of his cloak and you look back up to him as you unbutton his pants. His stomach clenches at the feel of your hands slightly grazing his skin. You fully take down his pants and are met with his blue checkered boxers, which you admire. Even when you and Eddie are having sex, you can still see the goofy aspects of his personality which you love.

You take them down until his cock springs out and is in front of your face. Your mouth waters as your hands explore his ivory thighs, the tattoo by his pelvis always catching your eye. It’s your name, scrawled out right onto the bone. You happily kiss the tattoo, giving Eddie a toothy smile. His hands weave into your hair, getting ready to move your head as he pleases. You suckle the tip before fully enclosing and having him in your mouth. No matter how many times, you will always gag on Eddie’s cock before being able to blow him. Its Eddies turn to smirk while your throat constricts around him. Although his smile, he soothes you by taking his hand out of your hair and giving your cheek a couple of strokes. "C'mon baby..." He genuinely coo's. "You got this."

You grab his thighs and breathe through your nose, bobbing up and down. He moans and grabs your hair again, a shit eating grin coming over his face. “Fuck…” He whispers. You look up at his masked face and bare chest. The view he has from his mask is blocking everything he loves. And so he quickly throws off the mask somewhere in the room. He can finally look down at you and see his cock sliding from in and out of your mouth with drool and spit all over your chin. You already look fucked out from just his cock in your mouth, he hasn’t even touched you yet.

He grabs your hair and pulls you off of him. You blink slowly, your hand weakly coming up to wipe off the spit on your face. He pulls you up and then puts his hands on the undersides of your arms, quickly putting your limp body on Steve Harringtons bed. “Mine…mine.” Eddie mumbles to himself as he slides your top up to get access to your breasts. His lips trail wet kisses and his large hands grab ahold of your thighs probably to leave bruises.

“Yours…” You breathe out in your hazy state. He chuckles and lifts you up to quickly take your blouse off and then goes down and slides off your skirt. In the process your whining and sighing for his cock, for him, for you to be filled by him. “Please… please…”

“Who would think a pretty girl like you would be telling the towns drug dealer how much you want his cock… but here we are.” He lifts your thighs up to find your sopping wet cunt, he brings his middle and ring finger up to your swollen clit. He rubs in a slight circle but you whine in desperation. Your hips buck up and he puts them down again. “Baby…”

He trails his cock over your cunt and you grab at his shoulders, the movement making him enter you. You moan and trail your nails down his back, “Eddie!” You sound pathetic, and whipped. Absolutely in love with him. The feeling of Eddie overwhelming you.

He starts to enter you and pushes himself up, grabbing a hold of your neck for leverage. His thrusts speed and deepen, hitting your g-spot every time. “Cum. Cum princess. Do it for me,” He starts to growl your name and his little nicknames for you and at the feeling of your pussy constricting around him. You feel your stomach unwind and soon your cumming, toes curling, and back arching. Your whines and moans are let out into the room, loud enough for some of the partiers to hear.

At the feeling of you, Eddie is too. He unloads into you, still thrusting to get you both through your highs.

(NOT PROOFREAD)

#eddies girl #rottnteen fics #eddie munson #eddie munson come back #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie my beloved #writing #Spotify

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mochiroreo · 1 year ago

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Welcome to: Mochiro’s Halloween fiesta!

Dropping in (redacted), A mix of dark, kinky, and tooth-rotting smut one-shots + a halloween special for my fic “Oh Goodie!” will be posted throughout October (edit: due to personal reasons, this got pushed back throughout November onwards. Please don’t be shy to send in requests just to let me make up for it💖)

Curious to see what I have in store for you and your beloved darling? Prompts under the cut~ ⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙

P.S. all of these would be Dark/Dead dove: do not eat. Halloween themed request would be open for the characters that did not won the poll (refer to my character sheet to look at the other characters that I can write💖) might open requests for these 4 when everything is posted.

Steddie - Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Just when you thought you were the one luring them in, you were the one caught in their trap. Don’t you look pretty, all tied up? (Siren!reader x Pirate Captains! Steddie)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Quick! Whoever and whatever must have hurt you might still be here!” You said,grabbing their hands before dragging along two strangers towards your house in panic. (Non-human, urban legend beings!Steddie x human!reader)

Rafe Cameron & JJ Maybank (OBX)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You can’t run. You cannot hide either. After all, you belong to them. (Werewolves Alpha!Rafe Cameron & Alpha!JJ Maybank x Omega!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ Rapunzel, rapunzel, let down your hair. Let the prince come and pay a visit, let him hear you sing your captor’s name. (Dame Gothel!Rafe Cameron & Prince!JJ Maybank x Princess!Reader)

Eddie Munson

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You just want to have a taste. Its been centuries since you had something delicious and sickeningly sweet. He is soft, luscious, and everything you’ve craved. (Modern!Eddie Munson x Vampire!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “You were mine before. What makes you think you are not going to be mine again?” He breathed out against your skin, wearing his signature smirk that you loathe but also used to love. (Mean demon!Eddie Munson x Crybaby Angel!reader

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ They said he was the definition of danger. That their is something odd about him, that you should’ve quit and not even take a step towards him nor his house. But of course, you didn’t listen. After all, you’re his favourite. And he never showed you any “bad” sides of him. Till now. (Vampire!Eddie Munson x Maid!reader)

Steve Harrington

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Look— I—“ you stuttered, eyes bulging out of its sockets when your eyes went downward through the dark curls where a humongous appendage rests,making you cover your eyes with a shriek, making the handsome and very much naked “incubus” (what he said when he appeared in your room) chuckle. “No, you look at me.” He stated. “My name is Steve, and you followed that tutorial and here am I, at your service. Now, what fun things do you have in mind?” (Incubus!Steve Harrington x curious human!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “Steve. Steve. Steven.” You tried to shook him out of it, mouth agape while his eyes slowly blink. “Nope— nope! Halloween is like— in a week! Why— why do you have wings?! Wings?! Where— what shop did you even get them?! A-and and why are they moving?! Oh god. Yeah I must’ve been dreaming— dreaming!” (Bestfriend!Steve Harrington x Angel!reader)

Rafe Cameron

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”Now, Rafe, what’s your favourite horror movie?” “If I find out whoever the fuck you are, I’m gonna kill you.” “Aww, wrong answer. Try again before I come in and make you.” (Rafe Cameron x Ghostface!Reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ “There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.” Finding his hands wrapped around your neck, you closed your eyes and accepted that this is where his hands belong. (Priest!Rafe Cameron x Nun!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ You don’t know what you were thinking to even tell your friends that you’ll distract the killer on the loose while they escape. You always peg yourself as the “final girl.” I guess not. You just hope that the psychopath hesitates to kill you. (Serial killer!Rafe Cameron x reader)

JJ Maybank

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ ”You— you!” JJ pointed his finger at you, making everyone look at you confused while you giggle. With a sultry smile, you sat down on his lap. You tilt your head in mock confusion with a dramatic gasp, your hands gripping his shoulder blades. “Me? What about me?” (JJ Maybank x Succubus!reader)

⋆˙⟡♡⟡⋆˙ When you told JJ that you’re a witch, he didn’t believe you. Mocking you for having a wild imagination. So you drank one of your potions and a set of cat ears popped up on top of your head. Standing there in shock and awe, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and drank all of its contents thinking that he’ll have the same thing, not knowing its a VERY potent potion meant for something else. (JJ Maybank x Witch!reader)

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 5 months ago

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✨Guidelines for requesting from me!✨

✨Take your time reading these✨

❤️Please be mindful of what you’re requesting❤️

-If you’re asking me for something that is a bit far on the Anxiety/ PTSD/ Panic scale, something along those lines remember that ✨I am human✨ and sometimes I just won’t be able to complete that, because it could push me too far into my own issues

🧡I am okay with writing darker themes🧡

-Darker themes being things like Non-con/ Dub-con, stalking or…. I don’t really know Stockholm Syndrome? I don’t… I don’t know what dark themes are (my notes will always establish that this has been talked about before in their relationship) but again, I will decide if it’s too far and I’ll let you know if it is

💛Who will I write for?💛

-Lots of people! I don’t just write for 9-1-1 tho that’s become my main focus. I write for

🤍Loki

🤍Steve Rogers

🤍Bucky Barnes

🤍Eddie Munson

🤍Steve Harrington

🤍The Mandalorian

🤍Eddie Diaz

🤍Evan Buckley

🤍 Buddie x Reader

🤍Stucky x reader

And more! That you know I can’t remember!!

💚Things I won’t write💚

-I’m going to be… so real with you, 😅🤣🤣 I don’t like kids. I do not like pregnancy, I wouldn’t even know how to write it. That being said, could I? Yes? If it was like at the end of the fic teehee a lil announcement. But I don’t really want to write anything centered around it

-I do not write anything involving children as a focal point to my MC's in my works

-Animals being harmed

I don’t care if lil Billy is hurting because Fido ran into the street, I TOO AM HURTING. I WILL CRY MY EYES OUT

-Repetitive Requests

If you’ve asked something and I have something else similar I might combine them! Or I might set it aside for a bit because there’s only so many times I can write certain things before it’s literally the same thing you know?

-A certain type of bug that begins with an S that I’m so terrified of I won’t even write the word 🤣🤣🤣 it’s got 8 legs…kinda freakin me out just talking about it 😅😅🤣🤣

💙Please be kind💙

-This is literally just the simplest thing, I will cry if you’re not okay I am a CRYBABY

💜Remember to reblog💜

-Don’t just like it, it means a lot to have my fics shared with others after all the work I’m putting into it

🖤Things to remember🖤

-My reader will most likely always be a soft/cute Black or Hispanic girl. I’m tired of always being angry or soulful or ghetto or whatever other stereotype you want to put on us. Let us be soft, and cute and gentle

-That being said no matter what race you are you can totally read my work! But I’m most definitely writing Black/Hispanic girlies

🤍Rules are Subject to Change🤍

-If I need to add or change anything (Oh I soooo will) I’m going to! But if you’ve sent a request before I change or add things you’re not gonna get in trouble for that it’s cool I changed things

#words by rhys #rhys writes #Rhys requests

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years ago

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love your dark!yandere!eddie work BUT let’s talk about dark!yandere!steve for a sec. how would he react if you told him you wanted to take a break ??

"you wanna what?" steve's hands were on his hips, looking down at you on the couch as you inhaled shakily.

"stevie, you never let me do anything, i-i just need to figure some stuff out 'n--"

"hold on, hold on," steve put his palm up, silencing you; his eyes closed tightly before opening. "what do you mean i never let you 'do anything'? sweetheart," he sat down next to you, bringing your hand up in his as he gave your knuckle a soft kiss. you felt your body warm up, and you cursed yourself for feeling so strongly towards him.

truth is: steve was nice and kind and generous...that's what you thought whilst dating him until he manipulated you with his soft voice into doing anything he asked. you were too scared to break up with him, but it was so so hard. he knew exactly how to make you listen to him.

his eyebrows were pulled upwards as he looked at you softly, and you knew by then you were screwed.

"you know that i love you so much, right?"

you nodded, your bottom lip pouted outwards as you tried not to cry. you failed. tears wept from your eyes as steve brought his hand up to your face, wiping away the tears. "i'm just--i just want to make sure you're safe because i love you so much, baby. c'mon, you know that."

you sniffled, and he cooed small, "awh," before bringing your head to him, his lips kissing your cheeks and forehead gently as you whined.

"don't worry, baby, 'm not mad at you..sometimes we make mistakes, 'n that's okay. you just made a small mistake 'n that's alright, yeah?"

he held your chin up to make you look at him with your wet eyes, his thumb stroking your chin as you nodded again, complying with his manipulation.

"yeah." he faux pouted, kissing your lips softly and repeatedly until you giggled wetly.

"'m s-sorry," you whimpered, and he just shook his head, bringing you to his chest.

"'s okay, baby, i know. i know you won't do it again, right?"

his voice was so soft that you just nodded dumbly along with what he was saying.

steve waited forever to have you, and he was never going to let you go.

never going to let you get away.

#steve harrington #dark!steve harrington #soft!dark!steveharrington #yandere!steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #toxic!steve harrington #manipulative!steve harrington #mail 💌#yandere!steve harrington x reader #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve harrington x reader #dark!steve harrington x crybaby!reader

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saviorellie · 2 years ago

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we’ll never have sex.

pairing : eddie munson x reader

pov : third person , she/her pronouns

word count : 920 words

warning(s) : sexual assault hinted at but not explicitly mentioned, being taken advantage of

notes : SORRY I’VE BEEN IA :/ job + school have been kicking my ass sorry! here’s a blurb!

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eddie was too nice to her. it was actually starting to scare her.

whereas her exes had been demanding and cruel and overpowering, eddie was always gentle and caring and loving. he always knew her needs before she did; he was always taking care of her. he always kept a warm blanket hanging on the back of his couch because he knew she was always cold. he kept straws in his cupboards because he knew she wouldn’t drink enough water if she didn’t have one. eddie was constantly making her feel loved and not like a burden.

when he had kissed her that day in the back of his van, she had expected him to want more, more than she wanted to give him. she had done things she didn’t want to for boys before. she was always terrified that they were going to hurt her, that they were going to take advantage of her hands or her mouth or anything else they wanted if she didn’t go ahead and offer it to them.

so when her eddie, her sweet, passionate, caring best friend kissed her in his car, she mourned. had their 8 month friendship just been him working up the courage to have sex with her? had all of the hugs and forehead kisses and back rubs been a scheme to soften her and get her to do what he had always wanted? she hated that that was her first thought. hated that that was the way her brain had been wired. she wanted to kiss him, she wanted to be in control for once.

eddie had always been good at feeling her emotions before she did. so when she tensed up and squeezed her eyes shut when he kissed her, he knew that something was wrong. he pulled away and she wasn’t looking at him. she was looking at her hands, which had started to crawl their way up his thigh. like it was a routine for her. he had so graciously allowed her to kiss him and so now she had to give him something in return.

“y/n?” eddie called her name but there was no response. her hands were still moving to undo his belt, her eyes were still not looking at his face.

“y/n, angel, please look at me.” his right hand cupped her cheek while his left softly grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stop and look up at him.

her nose had started to turn red and her eyes had tears filling the waterline, a telltale sign that she was on edge. eddie’s heart broke for the girl in front of him. he had known her exes weren’t the greatest people, that some had broken her in a way that he didn’t know how to imagine. but this? this was different. this was a routine for her. this is how all of her interactions with boys before eddie had gone.

she was already stuttering an apology by the time eddie had taken a good look at her face. “i-i’m sorry. we don’t have to do it here. w-we can do it at my house, o-or your’s. whichever makes you more comfortable. we can-”

“y/n,” he whispered, “what are you talking about?”

she looked bewildered. was this not what he wanted? had she gotten the wrong impression?

“w-well i just thought that you wanted me to,” she gestured towards his lower half, “you know…”

his eyes softened, if that was even possible. “y/n, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do… you know that right?”

she didn’t know that actually. she had never been given that option. didn’t even know that was an option.

“i-i mean yeah, but if you want to-“

“y/n,” eddie repeated, “do you want to? it doesn’t matter what i want. do you want to keep going?”

she just looked at him and she could tell by his eyes, the tone of his voice, that he meant it. i didn’t matter what he wanted. eddie wanted to make her happy, not the other way around.

“no,” she finally said, letting the tears fall down her face, “god, fuck, eddie i’m sorry.”

she was sobbing and fell into his chest, letting his arms hold her.

he was rubbing her back and whispering soft apologies into her hair. “no, no, please don’t apologize. i’m so sorry.”

she was crying and soaking his shirt but he didn’t mind. where her exes would’ve yelled at her for being dramatic and ruining the “vibe”, eddie just held her. her let her feel all that she needed to. to her, it felt like years and years of trauma and heartache were just pouring out of her body. like he was sucking the rot right out of her bloodstream. she felt safe and cared for. not scared and used.

“y/n i would never expect you do to something like that for me unless you wanted to. i kissed you just to kiss you. not to make you cry. i’m sorry if i gave you the wrong impression.”

“it’s ok,” she choked, “i-it’s not your fault. thank you.”

he sighed. “you don’t have to thank me, angel.”

she had calmed and was finally able to meet his eyes. “i do. thank you.”

he didn’t know what to say. so he asked, “can i kiss you again? just gonna kiss you, don’t wanna do anything else.”

she smiled the softest smile at him. “yeah you can kiss me. kiss me like we’ll never have sex.”

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𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

word count : 2.4k

pairing : steve harrington x reader x eddie munson

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

minors please dni (do not interact!), due to 18+ content.

part two

•••

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

and eddie munson agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•••

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

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

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

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

“…the bathroom?" steve responded questionably.

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

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

"i-i-well." eddie stuttered.

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

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

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

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

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

“well..well..well” the boy began.

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

“no where to run now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“mhm hmh” you approved.

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

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

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

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

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

“open up brat.” he demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

eddie groaned out in pleasure as steve watched in approval.

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

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

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

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

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

“holy fuck!” eddie exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“d-daddy!” you cried out pathetically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“brought this on yourself princess.” he confessed.

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

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

*smack

another one.

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

you cried out, completely unable to speak properly.

three more torturous smacks were laid across your ass.

“answer him!” eddie growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wha-“ you barely managed between breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“wow.” steve broke the silence.

“wow.” eddie responded.

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

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

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

almost.

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

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

“what- the- fuck-!”

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