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Ruined Makeup | b.h

pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader

warnings: smut, cnc, dacryphila, spitting, slapping, choking, hair pulling, name calling, oversimulation, dumbification, billy is reaaaally mean in this

w/c: 1.5k (lmao I got totally carried away)

summary: billy loves seeing you all fucked out with mascara running down your cheeks.

masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3

The wood of the floor was a bit uncomfortable under your naked knees but that was the last worry you had at the moment.

"Where's your mascara?" Billy asked you sternly as he looked down at your fragile figure kneeling infront of him. You looked at your boyfriend with pure confusion written over your face. Why the hell does he want to have your mascara right now?

"Uhm, second drawer, I think" you answered him as you thought about all the possible things why he would need your mascara for now.

Directly after billy found your black mascara, he grabbed it and closed the drawer kind of aggressively. He bend down right infront of your kneeling stature before he muttered deeply,

"Open up your eyes for me" you had a questioning look on your face but it's billy motherfucking (literally) hargrove, and who are you to disobey him? So, you opened your eyes wider so that he would be able to apply the dark mascara on your lashes.

To your surprise, Billy was actually pretty gentle with applying the mascara and was pretty careful not to poke your eye out or something like that.

"Good girl, perfect" he praised you as you sat still for him while he did his job. Next, he closed the mascara again and threw it carelessly away. "Hey! Be careful with-"

"Shut up" he growled as he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed it a bit together. "Do you even know why I just put some mascara on your pretty lashes, or are you already to fucking dumb to even know that?" to be honest, yes, yes you were that fucking dumb because you really had no clue."You really are that fucking dumb already, huh?" he laughed sadistically before he basically 'threw' your jaw to the side and gripped your neck firmly as he pressed you harshly up against your closet. You clutched your own tiny hand around his big one as you tried to losen his grip a bit but it was completely useless to fight against him.

"aww, is she to weak, hmm?" he whisperd quietly as he squeezed your throat a bit tighter. "It's okay baby, shh, it's okay" he murmured gently as he starred into your eyes with a emotion you couldn't really read.

"You still got no idea why I put mascara on your lashes?" he asked you once again but you couldn't do anything expect to shake your head as much as you could from side to side, signaling a tiny 'no'.

"hmm, that's a shame, isn't it babydoll?" he questioned you as he slowly loosened his grip on your throat.

"Should I explain to my dumb little kitten why I put mascara on her lashes?" you nodded with your head as you waited for his answer patiently.

"Because I wanna look what her pretty little face looks like when mascara is running down her wet cheeks. When tears are flowing out of her eyes while she's begging me to stop. I wanna watch how the mascara is completely destroying that innocent look she's always wearing on her face like the perfect little girl that we all know she is not, I know your a slut who just wants to get fucked until she can't even speak properly anymore, I know that baby, believe me I know" he told you quietly as you began to grow nervous.

"get on the bed" he muttered to you before you stood up and went, again, into kneeling position on your bed. "On all fours" he ordered you demandingly as you faced now the mirror that you had behind your bed.

"I love your pretty face babydoll, belive me, but today I don't want to see it until it's ruined with my spit, our cum and your wonderful tears" he said right before he pushed his hard cock in your already wet pussy and started to thrust in and out of you.

"ahhh, fucking hell" you cried out into your pillow as Billy picked up the pace. "Fucking shit dollface, this pussy was fucking made for me to fuck it endlessly, isn't that right, huh? Answer me" he demanded loudly as he suddenly pushed your face further into the pillow with his hand and tilted his head so he would look down at your figure. "Y-yes! Yes, that's r-right billy" you whimpered louder and louder as you felt your orgam approaching you quickly.

"wanna cum lil slut? Huh? Wanna cum all over my cock you pathetic useless lil thing?" he asked you aggressively as he pushed your sweaty face more and more into your big pillow. Billy looked down and tried to focus on the feeling of his wet cock slipping in and out of your poor hole, he laughed hatefully as he picked up his pace and thew his own head back, taking the pleasure he was feeling from sliding in and out of your cunt all in. You screamed out in pain and pleasure as he changed the angle a bit. "Oh fuck, p-please, please!" you screamed as you felt your orgam only seconds away.

"C'mon slut, fuck yourself dumb on my cock, let it all out" he muttered quietly into your ear as he didn't stop fucking you ruthlessly with his cock from behind.

"stop billy, s-stop" you cried out as you felt how tears were dripping down your cheeks onto the pillow. "Oh I'm not done with you baby, not yet" he whisperd right before he grabbed you wildly by the back of your neck and twisted his hand roughly into your messy hair as he made you look at your fucked up face in the mirror.

"Fucking hell, look at you doll, look at that tear stained face, look at the beautiful mascara running down your cheeks, completely ruining that inncont little face of yours, you look like a fucked out lil slut, you hear me? your just enjoying fucking yourself stupid on my cock don't you? Yes you do babydoll, I know you do. C'mon, don't stop, go on fucking yourself to tears on my cock, fuck yourself dumb."

"Please s-stop, I-I can't anymore-"

"You can and you will, I'm gonna fuck this pussy dumb, you understand me? Fuck. it. dumb" he said in a singing kind of voice just to mock you before he started to rub your sensitive clit with his fingertips.

"No! n-no, please, I'm begging y-you, please s-stop, I c-can't give you another- oh my fucking shit!" you cried out in pain but also pleasure. "It's t-too much billy, it's-"

"Shut the fuck up and take it slut, let me fuck your pretty little head dumb, would you?" he asked you with a cruel smile painted on his lips. "Look in the mirror" he ordered quietly. You didn't even understand anything anymore, you were stuttering like a lil baby trying to say it's first words. He twisted his hand harder into your sweaty hair and pulled your head up so you would stare right into the mirror.

"Look in the fucking mirror, you already so fucked that you can't even follow a simple task like that? I'm disappointed" he shook his head in pure disappointment while he laughed watching your body and especially your face in the reflection of the mirror. He moved his one hand so it was right infront of your mouth. "spit" he ordered quietly. You slowly collected a ball of spit in your mouth before you opened your mouth and let it run from your tounge down onto his open palm. "good girl" he praised you quickly before he took his hand back and pulled his dick out of your used hole for a few seconds.

"Don't s-stop please-"

"Oh now you want me to go on? You were literally begging me five minutes ago to stop and now you don't want me to stop using your pussy for my pleasure? Pathetic, fucking pathetic" he growled loudly as he collected some of your guys cum on his hand with your spit and entered your with cum filled cunt again. Billy leaned his body slightly forward and wiped one of the many tears away that were rolling down your face with his thumb before he grabbed your jaw with the other hand. "look up for me" he demanded quietly but clearly. Suddenly he slapped you right across the face with his spit and cum covered hand and laughed spitefully before he roughly stuffed his fingers into your open mouth and made you gag on them with a smirk on his face. Right after gagging you, he decided that he fucked your mouth long enough with his fingers and grabbed your face again and made you look in the mirror as he whisperd into your ear.

"Told ya you would fuck yourself utterly dumb while you face is covered in your tears, my spit and our cum"

And fucking hell was he right.

Because when you looked over your should to take a quick glanze at him, only then you realized that he wasn't even moving his hips anymore. You were fucking yourself absolutely dumb on his cock. Only you.

“ she said she was struggling with her anatomy homework, so i offered to help! ”

໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*･｡ﾟ⌒ medical student!suguru geto x f!reader / nsfw — mdni / pillow humping / oral (m -> f) + fingering + snowballing / praise + petnames / raw sex / slight breeding + creampie / dacryphilia / dedicated 2 ma resident sugu luvrs @atsumeii @getosbunny @shadowsorceress / 1.6k wc ♱ masterlist.

med student!suguru, who you'd met in ANAT 2LL3— your human anatomy course— and garnered feelings for almost instantly. with his long black hair often kept up in a bun, pretty eyes that turned crescent-mooned whenever he flashed you that infectious smile of his, and a deep laugh that had your heart beating in your abdomen, it was hard not to. as shameful as it made you feel— it was especially hard not to grind your bare cunny down against your pillow at the thought of his soft pink lips on your clit and his silver-clad fingers knuckles deep inside your walls, the baritone rumbling of his voice playing in your mind on loop distracting you from your studies and keeping you up far too late at night.

med student!suguru, who took quite a liking to you too— to the shy smiles you’d send him whenever he caught your gaze, to the slight peek of your tongue pushing past your lips as you'd furiously scribble down notes in lecture, to the coquettish lilt in your voice whenever you’d greet him by that cute nickname you gave him—but it’s the way you meekly tug on his shirt and bat your lashes at him that sends his brain into overdrive. he knows you’re just trying to get his attention, but the act of your fingers grappling at his sleeve and whining out that you need his help evokes some carnal desire in him that makes him want to break you; to break you and then baby you, kissing the tears off your cheeks as he tells you just how good you’re being for him.

med student!suguru, who, after hearing you tell him how worried you are for the final exam, offers to study with you— his warm palm a reassuring grip on your thigh and voice honeyed when he asks, “why don’t you let me take some stress off of you?”

med student!suguru, who invites you to his dormitory to study, and it’s when he pats down the empty space on his bed next to him that you realize you may not get much studying done tonight. everything goes smooth sailing at first— he’s coaxing cute giggles from you when he draws skeletons over your hand and up your arm to help you memorize the name of each bone, ligament, tendon, and muscle— but his marker is quick to get replaced by the tips of his fingers when he gets to your neck, the cold tips of his digits sending chills down your spine as they leave lingering touches across your collarbone and down your sternum.

med student!suguru, who keeps his mauve irises locked onto the way your lashes flutter and your lips part as he calmly palms your breast, the pad of his thumb innocently skimming over a pebbled nipple through your thin shirt. his ministrations have you keening into his touch, soft whines escaping your throat as your thighs squeeze shut and a fire begins to burn in the pit of your stomach. a single, hushed "please" falls from your lips onto his ears, and it's all he needs to hear before his mouth latches onto your neck, kisses and licks followed by mutters of the names of each artery and vein that lie under the supple skin there heating up your insides.

med student!suguru, who skips eight chapters worth of testable content when he jumps from structural to female reproductive anatomy. his fingers make hasty work to pull off his hoodie as his lips travel south, leaving dark bruises along his trail until he reaches the waistband of your skirt and his torso is bracketed in between your legs. his eyes scan over your face, and god, you look so pretty from this angle— with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth and restless fingers bunching up the cotton fabric by your side, cunny clenching around nothing in a search for something to alleviate the tension building up in your core. and before you know it, suguru's getting on his elbows and placing the backs of your knees atop his shoulders, balmy palms running the far-too short skirt you were wearing up your thighs to bunch up at your waist.

med student!suguru, who can smell the arousal emanating off of you when he’s greeted by your now soaked, panty-clad cunny in front of his face. his lips are puckered up against the swell of your clit over the damp fabric, the edges curving into a smirk when desperate mewls and choked breaths fall onto his ears. he’s quick to heed your inarticulate requests, deftly pushing your panties to the side with his index and middle fingers, running them up and down your folds to collect the milky essence that’s started to seep out of you. entranced by the stringy strand of residue that connects the pads of his fingers to your clit when he pulls back— he replaces them with his nose as he gently prods the swollen nub, lips grazing over your slick warmth, “gonna let me have a taste of you, pretty girl?”

med student!suguru, who, after hearing your drawn-out whines of agreement, wastes no time in pressing his tongue flat against your drooling hole and licking a long, slow stripe from the base all the way up to your clit— anatomy notes long forgotten as they get shuffled off the bed. he watches through hooded eyes at the way your lips twist and contort to release breathy moans of his name— the neediness lacing your voice sending cold flames up his body. a tease is what he is, the deliberate strokes of his tongue sheathed in your cunny driving you up the walls as you grapple with the dark roots of his hair trapped in between your fingers, losing all sense of sanity as you feel the burning in the pit of your stomach start to grow unbearably hot.

med student!suguru, whose cock twitches and heart swells at your tiny, broken whimpers of, “wanna cum— wanna cum on your cock, sugu’”. he grins at the realization of how you have him wrapped so tightly around you finger, pulling away from your leaking cunny almost immediately when your words fall onto his ears. he admires the thin sheen of sweat covering your half-bare frame as he leans back on his haunches and pulls his cock out of his slacks, letting it slap up against your abdomen— thumbs pressing down on the tip where it meets your skin, “look how deep you can take me, doll… gonna fill you up nice ‘nd tight.”

med student!suguru, who kisses you deeply after eating you out, tossing the remnants of your slick from his tongue onto yours while he eases his length inside your slick cunny. his cream-stained fingers wipe away the tears that pool at the corners of your eyes before they have the chance to spill over your lash line and he dotes on you, sweet praise whispered into your ears about how beautiful you look with your glazed-over eyes, how good your walls feel around him, how you’re an angel on earth— but it all goes past your head as the only thing you can make out behind your wracked sobs is suguru speaking in tongues.

med student!suguru, whose hands are gentle on your face, but whose hips tell a different story. his thrusts begin slow and calculated, drawing you out to your limits before you begin to claw at his back and your body breaks into trembles beneath him. and then he’s rocking and grinding into your cunny almost dizzyingly fast, the bulbous head of his cock prodding the one spongy spot inside you that makes you burst in no time— arousal coating his groin while your walls clamp down on him and keep his full length locked in place, “you hear that? your greedy lil’ cunt’s suckin’ me in so good— fuck— she’s all mine, yeah?”

med student!suguru, whose stomach twists at your broken cries and the mindless, almost incomprehensible words that leave your lips— the sheer girth of his cock leaving you feeling full— too full to think straight. suguru thinks he's doing okay, thinks he can hold out for a while longer, but when you begin to babble "cum in me, cum in me, cum in me—" repeatedly, as if it were some mantra— the thin rope of restraint keeping him together snaps before he's able to realize it. he empties his load inside your womb with erotically slow thrusts, savouring every drag of your wet walls along his twitching cock as he's milked dry.

med student!suguru, who pulls your lace panties back up your legs after he’s done, eyeing the slowly growing wet patch on your crotch— a result of his thick seed seeping out of you, little dribbles of it dripping down your thighs. before he has a chance to lick it off, you reposition yourself on your elbows and knees in front of him; he watches, bewitched by the slight wiggle of your hips as you arch your back and wrap your palm around his still-hard cock, sucking in air at how it jumps at your touch. his head lolls back as you bring his tip to your pouty lips, thumbing off the final beads of cum that sit atop his slit, and he thinks the next words you say— seemingly unconniving and innocent— are enough to send him tumbling into another orgasm, “can you teach me male reproductive anatomy next?”

thx 4 reading i hope u luvd it ໒꒰ྀི∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩꒱ྀིა reblogs + comments r so appreciated <3

Fuller house

gif by jennaortegas !

Synopsis: Lucas, Dustin, and Max move in with you and Steve for college. Taking care of them together has him thinking things he probably shouldn’t.

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors please DNI), breeding kink, oral (f receiving), p in v

a/n: in the same universe as Full House (but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot too!)

You’re out of breath.

Steve’s lips are hot on your skin, the kind of bruising pressure that has you gasping for air.

“Awfully eager,” you manage to sigh, drawn out syllables like you want him to make this last.

Steve mutters a sloven mess of debauch expletives in response, kisses open-mouthed and needy, teeth scraping over every sensitive spot. He nips along your jaw, the pulse point on your neck, the dip of your collarbones, the delicate osculate between them.

Your skull cavity fogs; a steamy windscreen that shields your brain from prying eyes, every sticky fantasy, every sultry thought.

It’s the stupid movie night that did it.

That’s what Steve says when you ask after his haste, lips trailing over your skin, an airtight seal. It’s sure to bloom amaranthine when he’s done with you. Good. He needs visual aids if he’s going to fuck you nice and slow.

“The movie night?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth in a rush, quick, gasping breaths that have Steve’s head spinning. Your head lolls back a little as you say them, affording him the luxury of a fresh expanse of delicate skin, unblemished.

“The movie night,” Steve affirms, pulling away for a moment. Just one, so he can moon over the fresh glow of your skin, the fullness of your lips. And your voice is soft when you respond, deceptively guileless, as though you’re painfully unaware of the effect you have on him. You raise your eyebrows, say “what about it?”, a coy sense of innocence sweetening your words that has Steve’s cock twitching.

His gaze darkens, a deep brown like rich molasses. “You wouldn’t get it,” he decides.

“Try me,” you offer, and Steve’s heart stutters. He spirals into a sinful mess of all the things he does want to try on you.

The column of his throat shifts as he swallows. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

His lips descend on yours before you’re able to breathe out a response, a pendulum of careless kisses; hard, soft, savoury slow. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” he mutters over and over, pressing the words into your skin as though he’s worshipping you, creating a lasting imprint.

And his mind fails to stray from the one fantasy he has; an unrealistic one with six kids, his brown eyes and your smooth complexion. The movie night is what brought it to life — Lucas, Dustin, and Max on the couch, cuddled up close with you wedged between them. A family. His family.

“Steve,” you mumble then, feeling him slip his hands under your (his) hoodie. They’re a welcome pressure, warm and broad, velvety touch complementing the softness of your skin. “We should go upstairs.”

He grumbles a distracted yes, a mess of limbs, a trail of discarded clothing leading you back to the master bedroom. And Steve’s lips are everywhere, hot, melty kisses with teeth, creating soft, purple marks where he’s sure you’ll be able to hide them.

“You looked so fucking ready for me,” he mutters. “Sitting in the middle of the couch after the kids had all fucked off.”

Your words are a rushed gasp, so close to a moan that Steve feels his cock twitch again. Fuck. He’s obsessed with the way you sound when you’re aroused, all needy and pliable, out of breath. “When, I — I was waiting for you?”

“And even before that,” he continues, his lips at the juncture of your throat, hard kisses that have you seeing stars. “Fuck, seeing you with all of them drives me crazy.”

You pull away, licking your bottom lip absently. “Good crazy?”

“Irresponsible crazy,” Steve corrects, pushing you onto the bed. Your elbows falls against the comforter before you prop yourself back up, fingers fumbling with his zipper before he’s stopping you.

“No way,” he says, raising his eyebrows at you. He lowers his head until it’s at your bellybutton, kissing a trail of fire toward your panties. “Not wasting a fucking drop.”

He uses his teeth to slide them off, a scraping pressure that has you arching your back on instinct. His voice is final, almost demanding, a reverberating depth that pools at the base of your stomach. It’s a sloven haze of pleasure, heat, and indulgence; the pace of it all creating an impatient ache in the middle of your slick.

“You’re a mess, sweetheart,” he mutters, teasing a forefinger between your wet folds. His breath fans the apex of your thighs, a sticky, hot crescent moon that has your clit throbbing. “Is it my words, or is it me?”

He’s only being insufferable because it drives you fucking insane. You know this. You let him win, anyway.

“Steve,” you whine, bucking your hips impatiently. “Stop fucking stalling.”

His head is so close to your core, now, that you can feel his grin, all cocky and brazen as it raises goosebumps along your skin. They kiss the space like stars in the sky, the brightest ones, the ones that you’ll remember when day breaks.

“I wouldn’t dream of stalling,” he murmurs, sliding his free hand along your stomach, toward the valley of your breasts. Your nipples pique a wave of arousal, easy to roll between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation sends a shockwave through your body; sticky electricity that ends at the base of your stomach, anticipatory.

And when his tongue slides into your slick, the slippery warmth has you feeling dizzy. Your fingers fly to Steve’s hair, tangled and messy and all yours, his expert ministrations coaxing gasps from your lips. Pretty lips, just like the ones he’s tasting now, so Steve mumbles, “Fuck, I love seeing you like this.”

You’re all sticky sweetness and breathy moans, each pinch of your nipple creating a ripple right through your core. Steve’s tongue rolls over your throbbing clit, sucking it nice and slow, revelling in the sound of you saying his name, “Steve, shit, yeah, Steve,” over and over like a mantra.

He pulls away a moment to replace his tongue with his forefinger, quick circles of pleasure sending you closer and closer to the edge. His lips are wet when they find yours, lubricious, hard kisses making up for the way they slide over yours.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mutters then, taking in your bright eyes, your thick lashes, the malleability of your expressive features. You look as though you’re his. Only his. “So fucking pretty,” he repeats, feeling your core throb and tighten and keen, watching your face for pleasurable twists and catches of breath. “Even prettier when you finish for me.”

And it’s the sureness of his tone that brings you over the edge, an overpowering sense of pleasure that undoes every knot in your core. He rides out your orgasm until his fingers are coated in slick warmth, slow circles only stopping when you’re overstimulated and breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving your expression. He pauses to bring his forefinger to your lips, prompting you to taste yourself.

“Can I fuck you, now?” He asks then, transfixed on the way they pucker, the sweet sound you make as your tongue rolls over his rough skin.

You fumble with his zipper. “Yes,” you nod around his finger, allowing him to slide it out of your mouth. He’s quick to replace your hand with his, springing his cock loose as your arms tangle themselves around his neck. He’s painfully hard, and the revelation of this fact has his arousal increasing ten-fold. More to fill you up with, he thinks, pre-cum beading his tip as he teases it in.

“Shit,” you curse, feeling a pinch of pain as he slides his cock into you. He’s big. Bigger than usual. You’re nails create crescent moons on his shoulders, his neck, the muscles of his back as he moves.

He can feel you tighten around his length, the squeezing throb of your core sucking him in. The pressure is enough to elicit an appreciative moan, head buried into the juncture of your neck as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he curses, allowing you a second to get used to his length, “you feel fucking amazing.”

Your fingers tighten around his neck, a sure pressure that juxtaposes your jagged breaths, careless. “I,” your words catch, feeling his cock brush against your fucking insides, you’re sure of it, “so big, Stevie.”

Steve kisses a wet trail of fire to your breast, rolling his tongue over the areola until you’re a gasping mess. He grazes over your piquing nipple with an eagerness that leaves you dizzy, feeling your walls clench, then stretch, before he loses all sense of self-preservation.

He’s slow at first, deliciously long thrusts like he’s trying to gain more than just pleasure from fucking you. His cock brushes against a sensitive spot you didn’t know existed, and the rushed moan it elicits has him twitching against your walls.

“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he breathes out, rolling his hips deep, sure and soft at the same time. “How does that feel?”

You see stars. “So good,” you moan, his lips still tautening your nipple, a teasing pressure that has you keening. “So, so, good.”

“Yeah?” He encourages, quickening his pace a measure, “You like when I fill you up?”

“Yes, I’m —”

“Like when I go nice and deep?” He continues, voice deeper, huskier than you’re used to. His thrusts are quicker now, more careless, hands bruising the space above your hip-bones as he pulls your figure against him. His eyes are transfixed on the space where he disappears into your core. He’s obsessed with the way you’re coming undone, movements hitting your swollen clit over and over.

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, fingers gripping his shoulders tight. “So full, Stevie.”

“Fuck,” he curses, knot of pleasure intensifying ten-fold. “Can I cum inside you?”

You swear he brushes against your cervix, a sticky pressure that has your eyes rolling back. “Yes please.”

“Yeah?” He affirms, the sweet sound like music to his ears, “Put a baby in you? Make sure everyone knows you’re all mine?”

The way your walls clench at the question has him coming undone, gooey pleasure washing over him as he cums. His cock is deep inside you as he does so, and the overwhelming feel of it brings your climax hurtling forward. Careless thrusts halt the twitch of his cock, and the sticky heat has your core throbbing through it’s own orgasm.

When he pulls out of you, a trail of white follows his tip. You can feel his cum dripping out of your opening, a warm slick that coats your folds, your thighs, the comforter on which you situated.

You’re chewing on your bottom lip when you catch his gaze. There’s gentle surprise on your features, a soft sort of introspection.

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt out after a moment.

Steve’s smile is sheepish. “I know,” he says, sliding his dripping cum back up the apex of your thighs before swirling it into your folds. You squirm at the feel of his forefinger, still sensitive from the two orgasms you had.

“It was still fucking hot,” he pauses, “fantasising about getting you pregnant.”

Your lips parts slightly, not expecting him to be so frank. They look marshmallow soft, albeit bruised some. “Really?” You hesitate, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, “Me?”

“You,” Steve affirms, dropping a soft kiss on your nose. “Seeing you with the kids… shit, I don’t know, I’ve always wanted something like that. For real. Big family with a bunch of little Harrington’s running around…”

He trails off, grinning danger. “…crazy hot wife who lets me grope her when no one’s looking —”

“Steve,” you say with a giggle, shaking your head bemusedly. “Stop.”

“No, seriously,” Steve’s eyes are foaming hot cocoa, warm and welcome and disarmingly earnest. “Six kids and someone sweet to raise ‘em with. You know?”

You pout. Steve nips your bottom lip with his teeth, a playful graze that has sets your insides aflame. “Six?” You tease.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve’s really grinning now, hands cupping your cheeks as he brings your face close to his. He kisses you hard, lips pressing a firm pressure on yours like he’s creating an imprint of his own against them. “I plan on having sex everywhere.”

“Optimistic of you,” you mumble playfully, lips parting a little as he slips his tongue against them. He tastes like movie night candy and addictive sweetness, a dizzying mix of you and him.

“Very,” he agrees, kissing you over and over. “For good reason.”

You raise your eyebrows. “For good reason?”

And he’s stupidly cocky when he pulls away, all roguish grin and eyes filled with mischief. “Yeah,” he says, nodding sagely. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

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tags: @drewstarkey @dalias-shitshow @drewbooooo

Eddie, on the phone with Steve: Turn around

Eddie: No, the other way

Eddie: Again, the other way

Eddie: Okay, one more time

Steve: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Eddie: I'm not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amuses me

its wet, sticky and gushing

Eddie's Metal Concert on the Upside Down

I feel called out by Netflix 🤣

Steve questioning his sexuality right this second

AND THIS WAS IMPROVISED AHSNJSJ IM SCREAMING

adding in the scene 🥹 gay panic

☆ M A S T E R L I S T ☆

Eddie Munson

• warnings for smut or triggering subjects will be in the post summary

One shots

“I wanna see those roses.”

“Rate em’ on a scale of one to ten.”

“You are such a good girl.”

“Don’t you ever let me hear you say that again.”

“Apologize to me.”

“Daphne?”

Head-canons

Eddie Munson headcanons

Eddie knocking you up

Taking care of Eddie when he’s sick

Your birthday with Eddie

Random Eddie headcanons

Blurbs

watching him graduate<3

trying to brush his hair<3

Series

‘I think I’m in love’ completed!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

‘Why the hell would you say something like that?’ completed!

part 1

part 2

Caught Red Handed

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.

Warnings: light smut (fingering)

Masterlist

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“I’m heading out Dustin, I’ll be back later!” Y/N called her younger brother. 

“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner. 

“Just out with a few friends.” Y/N responded. 

“Who?” Dustin interrogated. 

“What are you? My father?” Y/N asked.

Dustin placed his hands on his hips, “Well someone has to be. You go out nearly every night without explanation. Robin says that you have a secret relationship that you’re not telling me about but I shut her down immediately. You tell me everything, of course you would tell me if you were in a relationship.”

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ROBIN, STEVE & EDDIE — S04E08: Chapter Eight “Papa”, Stranger Things (2016-)

Sweet Pea

Ari Levinson hates people— except for you. But if he hates people why is he letting that girl at the bar talk to him? And why are you jealous? And why do you want him to **** your ***** until you’re *******?

Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: 18+, degradation, size kink, dumbification, possessiveness, spit, spanking, pussy slapping, exhibition, jealousy, creampie, praise

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“He’s so fucking big,” the woman gasps. The group around her nods in agreement, their eyes dancing over to Ari who was hurdling darts at a target, drink in one hand as he aims with the other.

You raise an eyebrow, already knowing how this was about to go down.

“You should go talk to him,” the woman’s friend encourages. “He’s been alone all night, I’m sure he’s dying for someone to come up to him.”

The woman grins as she sifts through her purse, pulling out a mirror to re-apply her deep red lipstick before fixing her dress and heading straight towards Ari.

Snorting, you await for the crash and burn she would soon ensue. She’d be lucky to even get out a “no thanks,” from him. Usually he’d just shake his head before taking a longgg sip of whiskey until they got the hint and left.

But to your surprise, she never came back. Instead you heard the distinct sound of heavy laughter. Quickly you look up, face dropping at the sight of Ari and the woman giggling. Her hand slid across his shoulder as he pulls out a seat for her to sit.

“You’ve gotta be fucking with me,” you grit.

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Polka Dotted Dress• 18+ Content

Warnings- Adultery, Pantie Kink, Size Kink, Kitchen Sex, Mentions of Breeding, Unprotected Sex, Pet Names, Slight Degrading and Praising.

Summary- Tainted by the thought of your husband cheating with his assistant; You let the sinful thoughts of you new neighbor creep into your mind as you watch him tend to his lawn.

Pairings- Neighbor!Bucky Barnes & Housewife!Reader

Word count- 2.4k

Author’s Note- I got my inspiration to write this from another author— please check their stories out. @heavysoldat 💓

You sat on the rocking chair on your front porch; twirling the glass of fresh lemonade in your hand. You watched your new neighbor, James; eyes thirsting over the beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled abs.

Your hands moved on their own, your palms resting over the polka dotted fabric that covered your thighs. Your body softened into the wooden chair, gripping the chubbiness of your thighs; wishing it was James.

Your tongue rolled over your lips unknowingly, watching closely as he stretched his biceps; the thick muscles flexing in the California sun. You felt disgusting thirsting over a man- other than your husband.

But, all you could think about was sweet revenge. The image of your husband screwing another girl was drilled into the deepest parts of your brain; burning your eyes every time you thought about it.

You wondered how he was in bed; wondering if he could fuck you better than your husband ever could. The thought of you creaming around his cock made your body temperature rise; the dampness between your legs growing as the illusions of James kept replaying in your mind.

You watched him set aside the weed wacker; pulling the beige-colored shirt off his shoulders, wiping it down his chest- collecting any sweat droplets. You gulped down your lemonade, nearly creaming at the sight of him.

Without thought, you stood up. You made your way over to your white fence, hoping it was close enough for James to hear you. You wore a virtuous smile, moistening your pink lips. “Hello, James.” You said above your normal tone.

James looked over at you, a gracious smile spreading across his handsome face. “Y/n, It’s nice to see you again.”

The way he said your name made you weak in the knees; your knee-length polka-dotted dress just barely covering your buckling knees. “I know you’re probably hot with all this manual labor, would you like a fresh cup of lemonade?”

A sweet smile wiped over James’ face, “I’d love some, Doll.”

*

You stood on your tippy toes, reaching for one of the many glass cups you had. James sat behind the kitchen island, snickering softly as he watched you struggle. “Need some help?” He asked, that thick voice making you shudder.

“Nope. Just sit and relax.” You said sweetly, closing the wooden cabinet; placing the glass cup on the counter. You opened the refrigerator door, reaching for the fresh pitcher of lemonade.

You poured a decent amount in the pint glass, leaving the pitcher on the counter. “Here ya go, James.” You said, setting the cup in front of him.

James gulped down the confectionary lemonade, sucking his teeth as he set the cup back down. He wiped off the excess juice with the white napkin; licking his lips to savor the taste. You chuckled humbly, reaching for the half-empty pitcher; offering James another glass.

“I’m all good. We should probably save some for your husband.” James chuckled, placing his napkin back on the pure marble countertops.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, staring blankly ahead of you. The same image that haunted your dreams popped up in your head; the sound of your husband moaning another woman’s name nearly made you sick.

Your fingers fluttered into the fabric of your dress; your knuckles turning white from the tight grip. The pain still ate at you, tearing your emotions apart rapidly; you gulped down the tears that were slowly creeping up on you- reminding yourself that your husband didn’t deserve the satisfaction of it.

You replaced your blank expression with a beaming smile, “He’s working late today, he isn’t much of a lemonade person anyway.” You clarified, propping your elbows up on the counter.

“That’s a shame, it was truly delicious,” James said, patting the countertop as he hoisted himself to his feet. “I should get going though, I still have some things to unpack.”

Your back quickly straightened, your hands stretching over the kitchen’s island. You grabbed onto James’ arm, feeling his biceps tense at your grasp. “Uh, sorry.” You quickly dropped your grip, your face softened at his questioning gaze.

James framed straightened out, his steel eyes looking down at you like you were his prey. “Something wrong, Y/n?” His voice pierced through you, snapping you away from your train of thought.

You covered your mouth, coughing into your palm; clearing your throat. “It’s gets awfully lonely, keep me company?” You looked up at James, wearing an innocent expression; but the glimmer in your eyes hinting at something else.

James studied you, focusing on your delicate facial expression; and the glimmer in your eyes. He watched you play with the ruffles on your dress and the way you picked at your chipped nail polish. His body inched closer to yours; practically giving off his body heat.

His tongue rolled over his lips, his pearly white teeth slowly sinking into the plush skin that protected his lips. “Forgive me, but I believe I’m getting the wrong impression.” He said sinfully, his smirk widening as your cheeks became bothered.

You closed the distance between your bodies, reaching for his broad hand and parking it on your waist. James’ eyes widened, a guilty hunger taking over his mind. “No. Nothing wrong about the impression I’m giving.” You spoke softly, your voice just barely above a hum.

You felt his hand twitch, his fingers scarcely touching the fabric of your dress. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be the person that ruins marriages.” James said, thinking of the consequences you clearly ignored.

You stood on your tippy toes, just hardly coming face to face with James. You perked your lips up, grazing his; “My marriage was ruined the moment he put his dick inside someone else.”

James’ nostrils flared, a sharp inhale puffing out his chest. His colossal hands latched onto your waist, his fingertips digging into your polka dot dress. He pulled your body into his, your chest rubbing against his bare body. “Tell me what you want, Doll.” He demanded, waiting for your consent before he went any further.

You looked up at James, desperation swimming in the darkness of your eyes. “I want you, James. I want you to fuck me better than he could.” You practically whined.

Without a word, James lifted your body onto the countertops; grabbing hold of your knees and spreading your legs apart. Your body withered into the countertops; goosebumps trickling along your skin as James hauled himself between your legs.

You looked up at him, your eyes round and wide; like a deer caught in the headlights. His tall frame towered over you, those icy eyes thinking of all the things he could do to you. “Trust me, Doll. I’m going to ruin you.” He cooed, his calloused palm pushing underneath your dress.

Your mouth opened, a shaky string of inhales making your shoulders puff up. His sizzling hands pushed up the inner apex of your thigh, his pinky just barely grazing the damp spot on your panties. You gnawed on your bottom lip, feeling James’ hands snake underneath your thighs.

He propped your legs up on the counter, the skirt of your dress riding up; your white panties on full display. James chuckled, tapping his finger against the bow that decorated the lace white panties. Your body jolted from the light touch, the pools of slick oozing out of you as he drug his finger down your seeping cunt.

“Jesus, Doll. You’re already soaked for me.” He muttered, rubbing circles on the puddle on your panties. He bucked up at you, watching your eyes roll back from the friction; your rosy pink lips hanging wide open.

“James, please.” You cried, dreading the torturous teasing he was putting your needy body through.

James looked at you, raising an eyebrow; signaling for you to go on. “C’mon, Doll. I know a dirty slut like you can do a lot better than that.” He degraded, his fingers slipping under the waistband of your panties.

You gulped down the dry lump in your throat, your thighs quivering as his velvety touch. “Please, James. I need you, so bad. Fuck me, please.” You begged him.

James smiled, finding satisfaction in your measly pleads. He slipped your panties on your ankles, stuffing the lace fabric in his pockets. “I’ll keep these. Maybe I’ll show your husband one day, give ‘em a hint of how filthy you are.”

A sweet, delectable moan slipped through your lips, your ooze now puddling on the countertops. Your eyes googled James’ body, focusing on the growing and hardened bulge in his jeans. He watched your eyes widen-- your pupils dilated. “This what you want, Doll?” He teased, palming his dick through his denim jeans. “This big cock all in your pretty, tight little pussy?”

You spread your legs further; your dress now gathered at your stomach. “Fuck, yes. I want it so bad”

Your sweet voice was like music to his ears. James wasted no time pulling his belt out from the loops of his jeans; he unzipped his pants, tugging them down to the mid of his thigh. His erection sprung out, the head of his cock red and swollen; pre-cum dripping down the veiny sides of his cock.

He grabbed the bottom of his shaft, pumping the head of his cock; letting it twitch in his tight grip. His body inched closer to yours, lining his tip up to your soaked hole. He looked up at you, adoring your twisted face as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

He took it slow, letting you become accustomed to every inch before he moved his hips. His thick cock bottomed out inside you, the head of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with the slightest movement of his body.

His cock stretched you out, your tight and warm walls clasping around the girth of him— making his thrust more restrained. James gripped the bottom of your thighs, holding your legs firmly apart, and huddled closer against your chest.

Your soft moans filled the kitchen, each one of his heavy thrusts sending you into a foggy daze. “You feel so fuckin’ good, Doll. Taking my cock like the little slut you are.” He grunted out, smacking his hips against the back of your thighs.

Your body jolted from his rough stroke, your walls contracted his hefty length. Your skin was red and bruised, his hips repeatedly slamming into you with no mercy. “Fuck, James. Just like that!” You moaned, licking your dry lips as your body shook against the countertops.

A malicious smirk grew on his face, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. His hand gripped the adiposity of your thighs, leaving red marks from the harshness of his grip. “Tell me, Doll. Does your husband make you feel this good?”

He pulled his hips back, his cock slipping out of your wet pussy. You looked at him with crossed eyes, whining from the loss of his cock. He chuckled at your fucked out expression, using his free hand to grab the bottom of his shaft. “Or are you just my cock hungry slut?”

James slammed his cock back inside you— your back arching from the brutality as his thrust. Your body turned into mush, your arms lazily holding your body up— solely relying on James to keep you steady. “I’m ju-just yours.” You stuttered out, feeling his cock brush deep inside you.

You felt your high approach you, your core swallowing an uneasy knot; making your vision became cloudy and your mind turn into complete rubber. His cock rubbed against your sweet spot, the curve of his dick reaching spots your husband never could. Your body was engulfed in flames, becoming uncomfortably hot as your core started to snap.

“Shit! Oh, yes. Just like that, James.” You wailed, screwing your eyes shut.

James felt your walls grip his cock, tightening with every thrust he laid inside you. “Mhm, go ‘head, Y/n. Cum all over my cock, let it go.” He cooed, keeping your thighs pried open before they could shutter close.

You nodded your head rapidly, letting the tight feeling in your core snap. Your body spasmed underneath James’ grip, your creamy white cum coating every inch of his cock. Your body fell into the countertops, still getting fucked through your intense orgasm.

James fucked you through your orgasm— his cock twitching against your taut walls as he watched your orgasmic expression wipe over your flustered face. He felt his abdomen twist, his sweaty abs flexing with every thrust he forced inside the tightness of your pussy.

“You feel that, Doll?” James reached for your hand, knowing your mind couldn’t comprehend where he was going. He held your palm on your lower abdomen, letting you feel how deep inside you he truly reached.

“That’s my cock, deep inside this pretty pussy of yours. Can your husband reach that deep?” He mocked the determination that your husband lacked, watching your eyebrows furrow together from the heavy degradation.

“N-No, only yo-you.” You managed to get out.

James smirked, loving how submissive you were. Your body started to quiver again, another pent-up orgasm building up in your burning hot core. James watched your hole swallow him completely, sticking to the lengthy sides of his cock.

His cock twitched inside you, his balls tightened as that tight feeling in his stomach slowly started to fall apart. “Mm, shit. I’m gonna cum, Y/n.” He gritted his teeth, his eyes barely open enough to see how fucked out you looked.

“I’m gonna cum all inside this pussy, claim this little cunt as mine and only mine.”

His dominant words sent you overboard, that built-up orgasm snapping abruptly. Your back arched— pressing against James’ sweaty chest; feeling the sweat soak up into your dress. James watched you spasm beneath him, your pussy creaming around his cock once more.

With a few lazy thrusts, James’ seed was painting your pink walls— the warmness of his cum making your body tremble. James slammed into you one more time, the last drop of his cum seeping into your cunt. Your body withered against him, his rough hands reaching for your waist.

He kept his cock inside you, pulling your body away from his. He looked down at you, smiling proudly at your dumb-fucked expression. “How long until that husband of yours gets home?”

Make me feel (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie is the reader's dealer and this time he gives her more than just weed.

Warnings: smut, unprotected vaginal sex, fingering, recreational drug use, cursing, not beta read. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

Eddie was your dealer for the past year. You found the guy incredibly hot. Sure, you didn't talk much, since you were a quiet person, but he was still nice to you.

Eddie was sure you didn't talk to him because he was a freak. He wasn't one to judge a book by it's cover, but you were beautiful, with a hot body, that a lot of the boys from school wanted to fuck. You weren't popular or a cheerleader or rich, but you also weren't living in a trailer and you weren't a loser either. You got on well with everyone. The last few days he noticed something off about you and he was counting down the days until he saw you at his doorstep.

You couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate, you were stressed out. You needed to relax and what better way to do that than paying a visit to your local dealer?

Before you knew it, you were knocking on Eddie's trailer, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Eddie opened the door looking a bit irritated, but he smiled as soon as he saw you there.

"Hi, sweetheart." Eddie had no idea what those cute little nicknames were doing to you. You wondered if he called all of the girls that, making jealousy run through your veins. What you didn't know was that you were the only one receiving special treatment. He didn't call anyone else nicknames and he always sold drugs somewhere else, never in his trailer. Was it so bad, that he was hoping you would stay one day?

"Hi, Eddie." you smiled. Eddie noticed the dark bags under your eyes and your left hand twitching nervously.

"Here for your usual?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yes, please."

Eddie's mouth worked faster than his brain, so before he knew it, he asked you what he wanted to ask so many times.

"Do you want to come in? It's just- you look like you could use someone to talk to." he didn't want to overstep, but he knew he would regret not asking you to stay for a while. The worst case scenario is you will tell him to fuck off and to mind his own business and find another dealer and-

"If you don't mind." your voice was so quiet, your arms were wrapped around you, as if holding yourself together. You looked so lost, Eddie's heart aching a little when he looked at you.

"Not at all." he opened the door wider, motioning for you to come in. You smiled at him thankfully, and stepped inside the trailer.

Eddie guided you to his room and told you to sit on his bed, while he threw all of the stuff scattered on the floor into one pile. You giggled a little at how nervous he looked, realising he probably didn't bring many girls over. That made you feel all warm inside.

He finally cleaned up the mess and sat down on the bed opposite you. "So, what's troubling you?"

You chewed on your bottom lip again, something you were doing a lot in the last few days. You swallowed, not having the courage to look at Eddie. "I don't even really know."

You swallowed the lump that started forming in your throat and looked at your hands that were playing with the bracelet on your wrist. "I feel numb. It's like I can't feel anything at all. If I do feel something, it's anxiety and stress or anger."

Eddie got a bit closer to you on the bed, your knees now touching. His hand found yours, his fingers caressing your knuckles gently. Even if you were feeling like shit, he still made your heart flutter.

"How long have you felt like this?" he asked with concern.

"Way too long." you chuckled humourless.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"What is it?" He would've done anything for you, his mind was already made up and he knew he would say yes before you even told him what you were thinking about.

"I don't think so." you sighed, closing your eyes for a second. Eddie was studying your face, only now noticing the red drop of blood trickling down your lip where you were biting it before. He wanted to lick it off and taste you. Was that normal??

"Or maybe, I don't know." For a second he forgot what you were talking about, too occupied by looking at the tip if your tongue as it poked out of your mouth to lick off the blood.

You looked at him with a small smirk, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Wanna smoke with me?"

This was better than anything he imagined. You wanted to smoke with him. You wanted to stay in his trailer and smoke with him. He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. "Sure. How about this, I will give you a joint for free and we will smoke it together now, what do you say?"

"I'm in." you grinned, laying down on your side, while Eddie rolled the joint. You took the time to stare at his face, your whole body heating up when he licked the paper, your mind coming up with different scenarios where he could use his tongue on you like that.

"Put it in your mouth." he said while handing you the joint. You raised an eyebrow at the choice of his words, smirking to yourself.

He fished out the lighter from his night stand and lit up the joint. You took a drag, holding the smoke in your lungs for a second and then exhaling it. You passed the weed to Eddie, your fingers brushing in the process. His skin was soft, which for some reason surprised you. You wondered what his touch would feel like on your naked body.

He took a drag and you watched in awe as he exhaled the smoke, his lips looking so delicious, you wanted a taste.

"Good?" he asked after you took another drag, handing it back to him with a sigh.

"Very." you were starting to feel more relaxed than you felt in weeks, Eddie's presence doing most of the job. "You might just be my favourite person, Munson." you giggled, looking at Eddie with hooded eyes.

Eddie chuckled at your state, happy that he could be the one to see you like this. So calm and pretty, your cheeks a bit flushed. "Because I gave you free weed?"

You grinned, turning so you were laying on your back. "You're the best dealer. But no, you're just so kind. You asked me to stay so I could talk about my problems and gave me free weed and you're just so kind."

"You said I'm kind twice."

"Because you're very kind."

"Well, thank you. You're not bad company either, L/N." Eddie laid down on his back next to you. You were both staring at the ceiling, passing the weed between the two of you. You felt Eddie staring at you.

"Have you ever shotgunned?" he asked, your breath hitching in your throat. Was he asking you to try it with him?

"No."

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Mhm, I think so. A little."

Eddie propped himself up on his elbow, turning to fully face you, putting the joint to your lips. It felt so intimate for some reason. You exhaled the smoke, and propped yourself up, mirroring him.

He looked into your eyes, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort at his previous question, but he couldn't find any. He stared at your lips for a second and decided to ask his next question. "Wanna try?"

You bit your tongue to stop the whimper you were about to let out. His lips would be so close to you and you weren't sure if you could hold it together. After a few second of silence, just as Eddie was about to open his mouth and tell you to forget it and that he's just high, didn't mean anything by that, you whispered out a quiet "Yes."

He was about to ask you if you meant it, that he didn't want to pressure you, but he saw the look on your face. It made his pants tighten and he forgot to breathe for a second.

"Okay. I will inhale the smoke. Just open your mouth for me a little and I will exhale the smoke into your mouth." you nodded and licked your lips, sitting up agains the wall.

Eddie took a drag and put his hand on your jaw, his thumb caressing the skin in the corner of your mouth. You instinctively opened your mouth, Eddie leaning in closer and exhaling the smoke into your mouth. Your lips were so close to touching, you had to squeeze your thighs together to relieve some pressure. He shouldn't get you this hot and bothered so easily, it wasn't fair.

Eddie smiled at you, running his fingers down the side of your neck, stopping at the base of your throat and wrapping around it. "Good girl."

You exhaled the smoke and threw your head back with a small moan. Eddie's eyes were wide, looking at you intently.

"Don't say that." you whispered, looking at him with parted lips. You could feel yourself getting wet and needed to put some distance between the two of you before you jumped his bones.

Eddie smirked, loving the effect he had on you. "What? Good girl?"

"Mhm."

"Why?"

You looked down at your hands and bit the inside of your cheek. "Because it turns me on."

"Yeah?" Eddie was now grinning. He put the joint out and laid down on the bed, looking at you.

"Uhuh." you smiled a little and laid down next to him on your back.

"So," you desperately wanted to change the topic but there was nothing coming to your mind at the moment.

"So?"

"Nice room." was what you finally blurted out.

You started looking around his room, noticing all the small details, all the things that made Eddie Eddie. The guitar on his wall- you knew he played in a band. Maybe if you were a little braver you could've gone to one of their shows and seen him play on stage. Or you could ask him to play for you now, you know he wouldn't say no. There were all his cassettes scattered on his desk and the posters on his wall. And the handcuffs-

You did a double take just to make sure you weren't seeing things, but no, he really had handcuffs hanging on his wall. You weren't supposed to see that, because now you were thinking things you weren't supposed to think. And he was laying so close to you, you could feel the heat radiating off him.

Eddie let out a loud laugh. "Nice room? Really? Small talk?"

"Shut up, okay?" you smacked him with his pillow, both of you giggling stupidly. "I'm trying to have a conversation with you, stop complaining."

"At least talk about something interesting."

"Okay then, you can start the conversation next time, I won't even bother."

"Fiine. I saw you looking at my guitar. Want me to play for you?"

"Yeah, if you want to."

"If I want to?" he looked at you incredulously, taking the guitar off the wall. "Always a pleasure to play for a pretty girl."

"Oh, yeah? Have you used that line on many girls?" you giggled.

Eddie sat down on the bed with the guitar in his lap and looked at you with something you could only describe as adoration and a soft smile on his lips. "Just you. Only you."

He started strumming on his guitar, your mind only able to focus on his fingers.

"So, what do you think?"

"You're incredible." you couldn't hide the smile on your face even if you tried.

Eddie grinned, looking down at his guitar bashfully. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"Wanna try?" Eddie asked, motioning to his guitar.

"Oh, no, I'm fine."

"No, come here. It's pretty easy." Eddie held the guitar in one hand, his other hand pulling on your wrist, until you got closer to him. Eddie chuckled when you only scooted closer on the bed, grabbing you by the waist and sitting you in between his open legs. You never knew you would enjoy being manhandled, but oh well.

Eddie put the guitar in your lap, one of his hands holding the neck. He guided your hand to the strings, his hand staying on top of yours.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"You weren't listening to anything I said." You totally weren't. How did he expect you to concentrate like this?

"I was, I was."

"Let's do something else then." Eddie put the guitar back on the wall and turned on the bedside table lamp, laying down on the bed more comfortably, motioning for you to do the same.

"Hey, it's your birthday in a few days, right?" Eddie asked, looking at you. You felt that familiar fluttering in your stomach. He knew your birthday?

"How did you know?"

"I'm just very observant. I pay attention to the things I find interesting." he gave you a small smile. "How old will you be?"

"19."

"Ah, I remember when I was 19." Eddie said with a sigh, as if reminiscing.

"You turned 20 when? A few weeks ago?" you laughed.

"Not the point. Planning a nice birthday party?"

"God no. I hate celebrating my birthday. I will get a cake and that's it. Cakes are a must. And then I just do something that I want to do."

"Like what?"

"When I turned 18, I got my nipples pierced."

There was a few seconds of silence, Eddie having to process the information. He will definitely think about that next time he's jerking off. He turned his head to look at you. "You have nipple piercings?"

"Yeah." you grinned.

"Fuck." he ran a hand down his face and groaned. Were you trying to kill him?

"What?" you chuckled, not understanding what was going on.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just really hot. Now I won't be able to stop thinking about it." he reached for the pillow under his head and put it on his crotch.

You giggled uncontrollably, loving his reaction. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was Eddie, but you decided to be bold. "Wanna see them?"

Eddie was sure his brain stopped working properly. His brain AND mouth, because instead of saying something, he was only opening and closing it. He felt so dumb and probably looked even dumber. You thought he was adorable.

When he finally gathered his thoughts, he spit out a "What?".

You sat up, kneeling on the bed, playing with the hem of your shirt.

"If you want to see them, I will show you. You gave me weed for free, after all. I think you deserve a reward for that, don't you?" you said with a sultry tone. Eddie swore all the blood went straight to his dick. He never felt this hard in his life.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to see them?"

"Yes, please."

You pulled your shirt off and heard Eddie's breath hitch. You smirked a little and unclasped your bra, slowly, teasingly pulling the straps off, throwing the bra on the floor. You looked at Eddie, needing to see his reaction. His eyes were wide, his lips parted, his hands squeezing the pillow still on his lap. It was like he was in a trance, he couldn't pull his eyes away.

"Fuck, your tits are perfect." Eddie said.

You wanted to show him that you wanted him, you wanted to tell him that you needed him to touch you. So you did. "You can touch them."

He looked at you disbelievingly. You took his hands, putting them on your breasts. Eddie swallowed, holding back a moan at the feel of them in his palms. Your skin was so soft. Eddie sat up on the bed, shuffling closer to you, just looking at you for a second. He laid you down gently and hovered over you.

His fingers played with your nipples, making you moan. Eddie wanted to lick and suck on them. "Can I use my mouth?"

"Please." you whimpered, fisting his shirt. Eddie didn't waste any time and licked your nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. His other hand was palming your breast.

"You're making me so wet, Eddie." you moaned, pulling on his hair a little.

"Fuck, baby." Eddie groaned, crawling up your body until his face was inches from yours. He leaned in and kissed you, first just a slow peck. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, the kiss more passionate now. Your tongue caressed his bottom lip, Eddie moaning and giving you access to his mouth. He tasted like mint and weed. Your hand went down to his crotch, palming his hard-on, making him whimper. You were getting dizzy, feeling drunk on the taste of him.

"Please touch me, Eddie." Eddie loved the sound of you begging. You wanted HIM to touch you. He was a goner.

"Tell me what you need, come on, baby."

"Touch my pussy, please Eddie." you whined, squirming on the bed.

"Jesus Christ." Eddie said through gritted teeth, hoping he wouldn't come in his pants.

Eddie unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down your legs, stroking your pussy through your panties. You were getting inpatient and pulled your panties down, throwing them somewhere behind you. He could see how wet you were and couldn't wait to bury his cock inside you.

"Open your mouth for me." He put his middle and index finger into your mouth, and you let out a filthy moan. You sucked on his fingers, Eddie wondering what you would look like with his cock in your mouth. "Get them nice and wet, baby, that's it."

Eddie's thumb started circling your clit, while his middle finger circled your wet hole. "Is this okay?"

"Fuck, yes." You needed his fingers inside you, now.

Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he pushed his finger inside, making you moan. You were so soft and wet, and you were letting out the prettiest moans for him. "Oh my god, Eddie."

Eddie pushed in another finger, and started fucking you with them. "You take my fingers so well, don't you?"

You were a moaning mess now, so close to your release. Eddie felt your walls tightening. He leaned down and licked your clit a few times, before sucking on it, making you see stars. You came with a loud moan, your whole body on fire and shaking.

Eddie cleaned up your wetness with his mouth, your pussy sensitive from your orgasm but still craving his tongue on you. "Look at you all stretched out and trembling. Your thighs are shaking so much, baby."

Your fingers tangled in his necklace, pulling him up to you so you could kiss him. You could taste yourself on his mouth and it made your head spin. You pulled on his shirt until he took it off, your fingers trailing down his chest and tattoos. Eddie buried his face in your neck, sucking purple marks on it.

"Take your pants off and fuck me, Munson." you commanded breathlessly, tugging on the hem of his pants.

"As you wish." he took off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free. You whimpered at the sight, your hand coming up to wrap around his cock. Eddie moaned when you started to stroke him. He looked so good, you wanted to get your mouth on him now. "Can I suck you off?"

Eddie groaned, leaning his head back. "Fuck, babe, we can do that next time. I need to be inside you."

You weren't giving up though, you needed to know what he felt like in your mouth. "Just a little taste, please? I will get it nice and wet for you."

Eddie moaned again, his hand coming up to the back of your head as your face got closer to his cock. Your finger brushed the head, spreading the pre-cum, before you licked a stripe up his dick, moaning at his taste. You took him into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a few times, the noises you were making were enough to make Eddie cum.

"Baby, please, need to fuck you." Eddie whined and pulled you off him. He laid you down on your back again and you opened your legs for him. "You're so beautiful spread out like this just for me."

He stroked himself a few times, before lining up with your entrance and pushing the head in. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. "I'm going to ruin you."

You both moaned when he pushed himself in, your legs wrapping around his waist. One of his hands came up to support your thigh, holding himself up with the other. He started slowly moving in and out of you, until he found the right pace for the both of you.

"You feel so good." he moaned into your ear. You were kissing his throat, nipping at the soft skin there, soothing it with your tongue afterwards.

You let out a loud moan after he found your g-spot, his pace quickening. "Fuck Eddie, you're fucking me so good, baby."

The hand he had on your thigh came up to your hip, squeezing you roughly. You were sure there would be bruises and that only made you more turned on.

You wanted him to mark you, you wanted people to see how good he was giving it to you.

Your nails were digging into his back, leaving scratch marks he was sure would hurt like a bitch later. But Eddie enjoyed the pain, something you apparently realized, because your hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed a little. "Good boy. You're so fucking good to me baby."

Eddie's hips stuttered, losing his grip for a moment. He didn't even know he had a praise kink.

"I'm so fucking close, baby." he moaned into your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

"Me too, fuck." His thumb came down to rub your clit and you couldn't think straight anymore. Your walls squeezed around him tightly when you came, prompting his own orgasm. He coated your walls with his cum, both if you panting heavily when you came down from your highs.

Eddie pulled out of you and laid down next to you, pulling you to him. Your hand was on his chest, trailing his tattoos, admiring his body. You felt him looking at you and you giggled. "What are you staring at?"

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Eddie smiled, his hand tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "And she's laying in my bed, naked, after I just fucked her brains out."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile was so wide. "You're such a sweet talker."

"I'm just telling the truth."

You sighed, burying your face in his neck. "I think I'm addicted to you."

You whined, caressing his sweaty back. "I'm too sensitive for that. But I can sit on your face next time."

"Good. I'm addicted to you too. I'm addicted to the taste of your lips and that sweet, sweet pussy." Eddie kissed you, biting your lip gently.

"Wanna bury my face in between your legs and stay there forever."

The both if you smiled, Eddie kissing you again.

"Next time."

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

ahhh wait up do you write top male reader because like... Yeah..

Top!Reader x Bottom!Eddie

Warnings: Smut, Sex, mentions of violence, mostly just an excuse to write a song based on girl in red, self indulgent to no end.

Summary: After a chance meeting with his high school crush, Eddie scores, and also gets pizza.

Word count: 2.5k

AN: Look new baby girl drops and I'm self-indulgent.

It's suggested you listen to the song 'we fell in love in October' whilst reading.

The loud noises and flickering lights of the party went to a dull noise and a darkened sky with just twinkling lights as he climbed onto the roof of whoever's house he was at. He can’t quite remember because his friends dragged him to it promising he could leave after an hour. He wasn’t technically leaving all things considered. Pulling a box of french cigarettes from his pocket, muttering softly to himself as he hummed to the song inside the house. There was a sudden bang at the window as the man’s head whipped around, noticing a man with longer hair climb through and slam it shut behind him, Jason and his group of jocks following close behind and glaring at the man, obviously having just chased him. It was obvious who it was, Eddie wasn’t unknown to start shit at parties with him when Jason was being bothersome. His issue currently, was that the window locked once fully shut. Meaning they were both locked out of the house now. 

Eddie turned, almost jumping when he saw the other sitting there lighting his cigarette while studying him curiously, “You know- you just locked us both out right?” Eddie groaned, “Shit- sorry man. I just don’t want another black eye or broken nose. I’m pretty sure that if this thing breaks anymore it’s gonna snap off.” The other held out a cigarette to him, offering it with a small chuckle, “I get it, Jason’s super fucking annoying.”

Eddie offered his hand first, “Never take a smoke from a stranger, I’m Eddie-”

“-Munson. I know. I’m Y/N.” He smirked, shaking his hand gently, “They’re French- I know you hand roll yours but these are probably just as good.” He shrugged, still holding the cigarette out to him. Eddie took it, smiling softly as he muttered, “Can I borrow your light?”

There was no way Eddie- known weed smoker and blunt roller- didn’t have a lighter, so why was he asking? He wanted to see the other man’s face, hoping to see if glow with the soft light from a flame to get a good look at him. Y/N nodded, leaning forward once Eddie held the cigarette between his lips, opening a Zippo that was covered in small flowers that looked to be hand engrained. He glanced up once the lighter was ignited, looking over his face curiously, noticing the small trace of his jaw, the way his hair was parted, and the soft freckles that were barely visible, as he inhaled once the end was lit. He lost visual of the boy in red once he leaned back, smoking the cigarette slowly to get its flavor profile. It almost tasted like roses to him. Y/N looked over, reading the boy's expression, “Less nicotine- more of an ashy-er taste. Floral almost- like the bud is freshly picked.” He spoke softly, his voice almost soothing in comparison to the night Eddie had had so far. 

“I got the floral taste- it’s nice.” He looked over at him, “You’re graduated right?”

“Yup, I just hang out with Steve and a couple of his friends a lot. Doing community college here cause I don’t have the money for out of state.” He glanced over at him and locked eyes, “You’re not out yet right?”

He nodded, squeezing his hands on his thighs, “I’m not stupid though.”

“I don’t think you are- McDonnells right? Her english class was hell and I’m majoring in english now- trust me, it’s hell getting out, but worth it. If you want some help, I tutor on the weekends for some extra cash?” 

Eddie perked up, having become fascinated with the other man as he nodded in the dark, “I’d like that- how much per session?”

“Only a buck an hour.” He lied through his teeth. He wasn’t going to charge him regularly. He smiled when he noticed Eddie’s sudden intrigue, “You’re fucking lying.”

“I’m not- it’s only a dollar an hour.” He added, not giving up his lie, “I do english mostly, but if you need help with other stuff I’m open to help with that as well.” 

Eddie glared at him a few seconds more before sighing, “Alright- it’s just her class mostly..” The other nodded, taking a final drag from his cigarette before tossing it off the roof, looking around, “We should probably figure out a way off the roof.” He turned back to the other, noticing he was suddenly much closer, “Getting bored of me?”

He tensed up, looking over his expression and noticed that there was a height difference between the two of them- he was nearly two inches taller than Eddie. He swallowed thickly, looking him over still as he muttered, “No..” 

Eddie smirked, leaning just a little bit closer as he muttered, “Really? You’re not?”

He flustered, blurting out to defend himself, “The tent in my pants says otherwise.” 

Eddie froze, glancing down with what little light the window was giving them and swallowing thickly, “Well shit if I had known I would have offered assistance earlier.” 

Now it was his turn to freeze up, looking him over still as he leaned back to match Eddie’s movements closer to him, “Are you offering now?” He muttered back, watching as Eddie inhaled more of the cigarette's taste before blowing it onto him, “Yes.”

With that confirmation he leaned forward, hooking his legs around his waist to pull him closer, gaining the much needed friction on his own clothed cock as he kissed him to capture the rest of the smoke, shotgun kissing him without the weed in the process as he exhaled the smoke back out of his nose. Eddie chuckled against his lips at the sight, lifting him up by his back as he muttered, “Never made out with someone on a roof before.”

“First time for everything.” He muttered, bit on his lower lip gently and then kissed him again, prodding his tongue to feel out the longer haired man’s mouth. The other moaned against his tongue, velvet hands sliding into his hair and giving a light tug. Oh. Oh. That’s where this was going. He could tolerate that. He grinded into him, fighting for dominance through the kiss before the other yanked his head back and disconnected the kiss, flipping them so he was on top, “Nuh uh. You’re far too pretty darling, I wanna get this perfect view of you beneath me.”

Eddie let out a whimper, a fucking whimper. And god it was hot, cause the man above him muttered lowly, “Shit- you better moan like that all the time, I want Jason to hear you having a better fuck than he probably is right now.” 

Eddie nodded in a small daze, looking him over with soft eyes, “You look so pretty.” 

Y/N chuckled, speaking softly, “Thank god I’m here to stay then huh? Gotta give ya something to look at. You wanna do this?”

“I’m not going back down right now- Jason’s probably waiting at my van to beat me up, and you're like.. really hot.” He chuckled out, sliding his hand into the back pocket of his jeans where his black bandana was, pulling out a rubber, “I uh- don’t know how well endowed you are… but I do have protection.”

The other man snickered, tugging him closer by his hip while still keeping them balanced. The roof wasn’t steep by any means, but still safer than sorry. He slid his hand to Eddie’s stomach, pushing down just a bit as he leaned over to mutter into his ear, “By the end of the night, once I walk ya safely to your van, you’re going to be feeling my cock right here for the rest of the night.”

Eddie choked a bit on his own spit, looking up at the other man a bit fearfully as he held up the condom, “Guess this might come in handy then.”

He nodded in agreement, pulling back to slide his hands over Eddie’s covered legs, muttering softly, “gonna take these off okay?”

He could really only nod, letting him do as he wished as he tore open the condom with his teeth, canines on full display for the other to look up at hungrily, before he focused back on the task at hand. He slid off his jeans, folding them and setting them aside so they didn’t fall, following with his boxers. He glanced down, his eyes falling to his angry red tip as he muttered, “Shit Munson- shoulda fucked you sooner.”

“You wanted to fuck me sooner?!” He exclaimed, reaching up to undo the other man's pants as well, still holding the condom between his teeth, “How long?!”

“Since my fucking senior year- you came into the lunchroom yelling about how stupid basketball was, made this super goofy face when Jason called you a freak. It was cute.” He glanced up at him, noticing he was flustered as he paused, “Sorry- that was a little offhanded.”

“No it’s just- I didn’t think you thought I was cute. You hung out with Nancy and I always saw you with Harrington. Figured you never noticed me.” He smiled, tugging down the other man's boxers just enough to free his cock and leaving it at his mid thighs, gawking for a minute at the size of him, “Yeah you’re definitely well endowed.”

He flustered, leaning over him to quiet him with a kiss for a bit, sliding his hand down to push up his shirt, noticing it had a fading band name as he slid his hand around his neck softly, barely even touching him. He pulled back from the kiss, muttering softly to him, “Condom.”

Eddie handed it to him, watching him as he took it from the package and slid it onto himself with ease, his other hand holding him up as it pressed into the rough texture of the shingles on the roof beside Eddie’s head. He leaned down finally, muttering softly, “Let me know if you wanna stop okay?”

He nodded gently in response, leaning up just enough to kiss him slowly and sensually, feeling him press into him and spread him so well as he moaned against his lips. Y/N pulled back, still filling him as he reached down, pumping him skilfully as he muttered, “Come on- wanna hear your pretty noises.”

Eddie’s head was thrown back at the feeling, someone obviously bound to hear his head thump into the roof as the man above him started rolling his hips, “Fuck you feel good- you okay down there big boy?” He asked, glancing down at him, not expecting Eddie the freak Munson to look so fucked out. His eyes were rolled back, hips bucking up for more as he muttered, “Fuckin’- peachy-.” He accentuated each word with a thrust into his hand, matching the pace of Y/N’s hips as he looked up at him hazily. The man noticed his desperation, moving more quickly now as he tried to hold the one below him up, keeping his bare back and legs from the rough roof as he fucked into him with need and desperation. Eddie’s hair sprawled against the black, almost like vines clung to the shingles as he leaned down, kissing along his neck and pushing sticky strands of hair aside. 

Eddie had no complaints, pleasure filling his body with warmth despite the fact that it was chilly out. He let out soft mewls below the man above him, trying to grip at something and settling on his shoulders, his red shirt crinkling in his fists as he moaned weakly beneath him. Y/N smirked, fucking into him more quickly now, “Good boy, handling me so well…” He continued pumping him, wasting no time trying to get him to cum as it was getting later in the night. Eddie flustered, his tip already leaking pre-cum as he clenched down on the man above him, feeling his cock press into him in ways he thought truly were unreachable as he moaned out. Y/N leaned close to his ear, sucking on his pulse point as he muttered, “never- in my entire life, did I think I’d get to fuck my high school crush.”

Munson scoffed, “Yeah you and me both.” 

Y/N tensed up, glancing up at him, “You’re joking. Right?”

“Of course not- you were so fucking hot, sat next to Nancy reading your french poetry books- smoking your french cigarettes.” He scoffed, like it was not news to anyone ever that he would be considered attractive. He pushed into him, snapping his hips a bit at the thought that Eddie Munson might’ve thought about him while touching himself, like he had done and had been doing. Eddie reached up, cupping his jaw, “You’re just gonna go quiet? No ‘Let’s catch a movie tomorrow’, no, ‘hey wanna crash at my place tonight.’?” He asked a little nervously, worried he’d stepped on a line he wasn’t meant to.

Y/N beamed, “How about both?” He asked softly, rolling his hips still as he kissed along his neck, “I can order a pizza, got this place I order from that’s 24/7.” 

Eddie groaned, though not a lewd one as he muttered, “Fuck I might cum if you keep talkin’ like that.”

Y/N chuckled, smacking his chest playfully as he rolled his hips again, this time rougher that elicited a real moan from Eddie, his eyes rolling back as he bucked into his hand again, their pace quickening as desperation fill both their chests for release. Eddie muttered out, his hands moving to Y/N’s shoulders again, “‘m close, you?”

Y/N nodded in response, watching every flinch of pleasure from Eddie to catch it in its wake, trying to read what he liked as he continued nailing into him, his release just there as he pumped Eddie more quickly. Eddie let out a whimper, bucking up with finality as his release spilled onto the other man’s fist and onto his own stomach, his eyes rolling back quickly at the pleasure still filling him like the man’s cock was doing. Eddie clenched down, with elicited Y/N’s release, his hands pressing onto either side of Eddie’s head as he fucked his way through his orgasm. He let out a soft pause of breath, glancing up at Eddie concernedly, “You okay?”

“Yeah.. just had the best sex of my life though.” He smirked, shifting and reaching for his bandana, wiping off the cum from his stomach as he looked up at him, “You good?”

“Yeah- fucking fantastic.” he muttered, pulling out and removing the condom, tying it and tossing it aside, knowing it’d just land in a pool or someones yard with little to no regard. 

Eddie slid back on his clothes, as did Y/N before looking up at him curiously, “does that mean- how are you reading this?” He cut himself off, sitting back on the roof again.

Y/N flopped onto his back beside him, muttering, “Do you wanna be together?”

“Yes.” He said, no hesitancy, “I liked- well like- you.”

Y/N nodded, “I like you too.” He smiled, turning to Eddie as he hummed, “Pizza?”

“Pizza.” Eddie nodded, cocking a big grin. 

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

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

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

Category: Smut

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

Word Count: 9.1k

CONTAINS NO SPOILERS FOR S4 VOL 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hoped. 

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” Steve nearly yelped. 

“No!” You insisted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bears!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you thought. Thank god for bears.

Synonyms Masterlist

This is a series of Dark!Avengers fics that all connect to each other. Each centers around a different Avenger luring in and kidnapping the reader. They can all be read as stand alones or together as a seies. If you’re going to read all of them I suggest reading them in the order I have them in. 

Peter Parker

This is where this idea came from and happens chronologically after the other ones. I would suggest reading it either first or last.

Your Room - One shot - reader-insert - Dark!fic Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, oral (female receiving), spankings, punishment, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, smut, vaginal intercourse.

Summary: Your life is bland and boring but not for long. What happens when you catch the eye of a certain super hero?

Steve Rogers

Jumping In - One shot - Warnings: 18+ adult content!!, Kidnapping, smut, Dark fic, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, yandere.

Summary: You submit your application to the Avengers as a joke. You’re nowhere near qualified enough for the job. So why do they want you?

Tony Stark 

Your Mask - One Shot -. Warnings: 18+ adult content, Non Con/dub con, kidnapping, smut, Dark!, blackmail.

Summary: You’re an independent woman working her way up through corporate America. What happens when a a one-night stands turns into an obsession?

Natasha Romanoff 

Books - One shot - Warnings: 18+ Adult content, Noncon/dubcon, smut, oral, yandere.

Summary: You meet the most beautiful girl. She’s everything you’ve always dreamt of. Red flags? What red flags?

Sam Wilson 

Routines (Dark!Sam Wilson x Reader) Warnings: 18+ adult content, Dark!, Noncon/dubcon, vaginal fingering, punishment, spanking, Stalking, voyeurism (kinda), masturbation. 

Summary: You run into Sam at the grocery store one evening decide to catch up. He wants more though and won’t take no for an answer. You’re his and it’s only a matter of time before you realize that.

Thor

Alone - One shot - Warnings:18+ Adult content. Dark!, kidnapping, forced marriage, noncon/dubcon, oral (male receiving), violence, spit kink, Smut, Thor is mean af in this.

Summary: You’ve been hiding on earth for years after running away from an arranged marriage with Thor. What happens when fate brings him to your place of work?

Bucky Barnes

Focus - Dark!Bucky Barnes x ADHD!Reader Warnings! Dark! 18+ content, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, smut, kidnapping, oral (female receiving)

Summary: You never should have taken the job cleaning for Stark industries. The Avengers might be heroes on the outside but something sinister lies just beneath the surface.

Loki

Synonyms - Dark!Loki x reader Warnings: Dark! 18+ adult content. Smut, noncon/dubcon, stalking, kidnapping, vaginal fingering.

Summary - You’re average in every way, Loki doesn’t think so though.

Head canon - Pregnancy and baby showers. 

Head Canon- Honeymoons.

Chris Evans and Characters Master List

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Chris Evans

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lucas Lee

Mike Weiss

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

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Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟   tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟  (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]  

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✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) |  𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅  (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o) 

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda) 

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch  | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅  

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅  (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

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Satisfied  | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

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Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟   

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew  | Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

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My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟  [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔 

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔 

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔  

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟 

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

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Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟  (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled  | 𝒔, 𝐟  (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic  | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones  | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne 

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅

but mafia!steve PLS 🫠🔥🫠🔥😌

Nesting

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; forced relationship; unplanned pregnancy; 

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With a smile on your face, you tucked the envelope inside your handbag. A precious picture you were so scared to see at first, but now it filled you with warmth and love. 

Well, your morning sickness definitely didn’t fill you with any positive feelings, but the doctor said they should lessen in a few weeks, once you start your second trimester. It was all still so new, so fragile to consider its development. But you already hoped for the best. 

You tossed into the bin the paper towels with which you wiped the ultrasound gel off your belly and put your jacket on. The nurse waiting outside smiled at you, gave you a stack of leaflets and a list of necessary appointments.

She directed you to the main reception, so you could book the next needed one. 

Just as you were writing down in your calendar the date of the next ultrasound, the lady behind the desk remembered something and said to you:

“Oh, I almost forgot! Your husband is waiting for you outside.”

You stared at her, confused. She had to mistake you for someone else, clearly.

“Husband? I don’t-”

“Yes.” She beamed. “Handsome fellow, but it seems he’s just as scared of clinics as the rest of men.” She laughed.

“You sure he’s here for me?” You asked hesitantly, an idea of who might it be already forming in your head. Terrifying you. 

“I’m sure. He gave all the information on you.” The woman’s face flashed solemn, her tone professional as she assured you of the thorough check. “I admit, even my own mom sometimes forgets what year I was born in.” 

“Thank you.” You forced out a smile, but your heart was hammering in fear.

You have no idea how he found you. Even less how he got so much detailed information about you. But then again, you shouldn’t be surprised now that you knew who he was.

Steven Grant Rogers. 

The ruthless head of the New York mafia who was more lethal than a viper already sinking its teeth in your ankle. 

And who, to you, was just a very hot man you hooked up with a month and half ago. 

You met Steve in a fancy club your friends booked a booth at - apparently it was a club so exclusive getting a booth in it was nearly impossible. Now you understood why. 

You’re not sure why you caught his attention when there were so many beautiful women in the place that night. But three flutes of Prosecco in and you were bolder than usual. You agreed to accompany him in his VIP booth while your friends went crazy on the dancefloor.

He disarmed you with his focus on you, his eyes never straying to any other woman. A charming gentleman who made you melt with the few moments of movie-like fairytale feeling. 

And when he whispered into your ear how he wants to eat you out until you pass out from pleasure, you almost spread your legs for him right there in the club.

Steve took you to his place - an elegant penthouse, in a building you later learned belonged to him. A one night stand turned into whole weekend of him fucking you senseless and spoiling you with fancy food delivered to his apartment. 

He also made you do the most depraved things; no one else has ever made you come just from fingering your ass and talking dirty to you. 

Like he promised each time he was buried in your cunt, Steve filled you to the brim. 

You leaked his cum even as you got home late on a Sunday afternoon - Steve’s driver dropping you off in front of your modest flat. 

The result of his filling woke you up a few weeks later, making you vomit your guts out each morning. With your period being unusually late there was only one explanation. 

At first, after you confirmed the pregnancy with your doctor, you planned on telling Steve. One night or not, he had a right to know. But you didn’t have his number, nor did you remember the exact address where he lived. So you googled him.

And the articles made your head spin. 

You thought it’s a misunderstanding. Just a coincidence, but then one of your friends complained to you about her boyfriend - a cop - being angry that you went to a mob-owned club. 

Further prodding revealed that The Shield club belonged to Steven Rogers himself.

You could no longer fool yourself with coincidences and similar names. In an instant you made a decision to never put your foot anywhere near the club and to hide from everyone who exactly was your baby’s co-creator. 

So as you kept it to yourself, building a lie (not so far from the truth) about it being a result of a reckless one night stand, you started to forget about the real father. Sometimes you even calmed yourself by repeating he wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anyway. 

But there couldn’t be anyone else claiming to come for you by posing as your husband. And Steve had the influence to learn all the details about you, if he wished. 

You cast a glance at the main entrance. He was waiting for you there. To do who knows what to you. 

If he didn’t want the baby being born and you refused to get rid of it… a man like him would simply get rid of you to erase the problem.

Perhaps you didn’t stand a chance against the power of someone like Steve Rogers, but you could try saving yourself and postponing the inevitable. For a little while, at least.

Pivoting on your heel, you went in the opposite direction. You didn’t know if there’s a back exit and you feared asking anyone, but the restroom you used earlier had a window facing the park and it was only on the high ground floor, so the risk was minimal.  

You smiled at a woman who was washing her hands when you entered and pretended to lock yourself in the stall. When you heard the door closing after her, you left the stall and opened the window. 

You dropped your bag first, then sat on the windowsill and swung your legs over it. Carefully, you lowered yourself down, hands clutching onto the edge. You took a deep breath and let go, landing softly on your feet without much trouble. 

“Shouldn’t be doing that in your state, sweetheart.” 

A smooth voice startled you. 

A familiar voice.  

You could still recall the praises he moaned in your ear when you trembled beneath him. 

You turned around sharply, heart jumping to your throat as you faced him. 

Steve stood a few steps away from you, his back resting against the side of the sleek, black car parked on the sidewalk. Dark aviators shaded his blue eyes, but you knew he was watching you like a hawk, ready to react if you fled. 

You frowned, surprised to see him here, considering the receptionist told you your husband was waiting at the front. 

You looked in the direction where he was supposed to be. Steve’s chuckle drew your attention back to him.

“Fawns like you are predictable.” He said with a smirk. 

“Now, come on,” he called your name as he moved to the side, opening the car door, “get inside.”

You didn’t even stir. You simply couldn’t, frozen in place out of fear and shock. A thought of running passed through your mind, but you were never a fast runner and you predicted Steve would be more pissed if he had to chase you. 

That he would catch you was undeniable. With his long legs and stamina that drove you into almost passing out a few times.

Steve sighed when you didn’t follow his order. 

Unhurriedly, he walked over to where you trembled, plastered against the coarse, concrete siding of the building. He crouched down to pick your bag then slowly straightened. 

Fuck, you didn’t remember him being this tall and broad. 

Steve slid his aviators down to the tip of his nose, his icy blue eyes piercing through you. He traced the shell of your ear with a single digit, then trailed it along your jaw. He pinched your chin between his thumb and forefinger before saying firmly:

“Get in the fucking car, sweetheart.” 

This time you obeyed. He gave you no other choice as he guided you with his hand pressed against the small of your back. 

You slid onto the backseat, curling in the corner against the opposite door. Steve got in right behind you. The moment he closed the door on his side the locks clicked in, trapping you inside with him. 

The partition between you and the driver was pulled up, though you assumed Steve’s men were loyal to him enough not to react to a woman screaming for help. 

“How do you find this clinic?” Steve simply asked, dropping your handbag on the seat on his other side. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to reach it without having to pass him. 

“What?” You stared up at him, confused. 

“I’ve heard it’s good, but I can get you into a top-shelf place.” While you were tense and strung up, Steve sat next to you completely relaxed. He took his sunglasses of, spread his legs wider.

You wrapped your arms protectively around your midsection, tears stung beneath your eyelids as you considered the potential meaning of his words.

“I’m keeping the baby!” you blurted out. Right that instant you knew you were ready to fight till your last breath to save your child.

Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, a twisted warmth filling his eyes and making his smile even more charming.

“As you should.” He praised you. 

He reached for you, wrapping an arm around your back and pulling you to his side. With his other hand he swatted your arms away from your belly and spread his fingers over the curve that would soon start swelling.

“You’ll give me more, too.” Steve hummed, his eyes glued to where his hand laid. 

You were speechless. Initial fear of being forced to lose the baby turned into a completely new terror. 

Steve’s words didn’t cut your life short, but they built a long, gilded-cage waiting for you.   

“It’s about time I started nesting.” Steve chuckled, his hand moving to cup your chin and tilt your head back. “I don’t mind doing it with a sweet, little bird like you.” 

He pressed his lips against yours gently, almost sweetly, as if he was a tender lover doting on his beloved. Then his tongue teased the seam of your mouth. When you didn’t open right away he bit your bottom lip, making you gasp and forcing his tongue inside. 

You told yourself it was fear and adrenaline, but your nipples hardened and your pulse quickened. 

“First things first-” Steve pulled away. 

He took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles.

“We have to get you an engagement ring and order wedding bands as well.” 

“Steve, I don’t understand-” your heart pounded so fast it rushed blood to your head and made you dizzy. 

He intertwined your fingers and brought your clasped hands to his chest, just as he slipped his other hand to grip the back of your neck firmly.

“You’re mine.” He announced without remorse. “You became mine the moment I took you home. Now you’re going to be mine in every other way.”

dream a little dream of me | e.m

summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

genre: suggestive goofy fluff

involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.

word count: 2k

note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼

You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.

It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.

Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."

You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.

Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.

Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!” 

“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.

Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.

You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”

As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.

Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.

Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.

You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie. 

“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.

“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat. 

“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.

Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.

You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution. 

As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to  — playfully —  confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.

You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.

"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.

“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.

Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.

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In the balance -

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Status - ONGOING (last updated 08.07.2022)

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: non-con, dub-con, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f and m recieving), anal fingering, praise kink, coercion, manipulation, explicit desciptions of violence, choking, graphic descriptions of blood, breeding kink, come kink, come play, forced pregnancy, depression, captivity, kidnapping (tags will be added along the way, but look at each chapter for spesific warnings), some very deppressive themes of psychological horror and manipulation. 

Summary: One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

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Chapter 1 - Taking what he wants

Chapter 2 - To give you what you need

Chapter 3 - Keeping you

Chapter 4 - Put

Chapter 5 - Off the deep end

Chapter 6 -

Chapter 7-

Chapter 8 -

Chapter 9 -

Chapter 10 -

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Worthy of Heaven

pairing:  Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

concept: Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in his image. 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: Dark themes, Priest kink, poetic religious themes (catholic), blasphemy, dom!Ari, innocence kink, soft dub-con, reader needs sins forgiven, desire, fingering, exhibition kink, manipulation, age gap (reader is over 20s and Ari is a hottie), lust, rough sex, smut on a church pew, confession room, and church,p in v smut, oral (f receiving) (m mention daydream), body worshipping, explicit content/language, nickname= angel This is not canon Ari - this au he is Catholic

a/n:  It's inspired by @bucky-barnes-diaries Priest Bucky and I wanted to give it my own take for my own love Ari Levinson. Holding hands in heaven and hell. Check out her Priest!Bucky au

I would like to thank @geminixevans-stan for helping me brainstorm and bring Priest! Ari to life in our Tumblr gardens.

lovely betas: @beach-daydreaming and @s-tarksintern

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The confession ripped my soul apart, and I wasn't sure I deserved forgiveness. 

“Confessing my sins, Father” 

Suddenly your mouth becomes dry as you swallow again. Your heart races and you realize the booth's walls are too close. You have to flee, not the cube, but whatever is keeping the rest of you bottled up and ready to froth out. 

The weight of his stare made you shudder even through the screen. 

You give him your fear.

"Does the thought tempt you?" he inquired softly. "Have you ever wished that you could touch yourself?" 

"Yes," your voice echoes in the darkness. 

"Tell me, angel." 

He begs you to speak, but you lose your breath to lust. You pray that you will not lust, and you even tell yourself that you are innocent. 

Father Ari dropped his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you stopped breathing as you were enticed into his grasp, your body willingly moving towards him as if under the sway of the devil himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. 

The sinner he carries within him awoke so softly and effortlessly, so gracefully, and so holy, that the erection bursting through his trousers defiled you with dark desires. You submit yourself to him. His intentions are good, and yours are too. Still, you perform together. 

Walking away before it could continue, even though you know you should stop, not least because the divine one might catch you at any moment. Despite the fact that it was so dangerous and risky, you felt at peace. 

Intoxicated with the burning pain of him sliding against your clit and his mouth on you, you clench your hands around his hair and start shifting your hips. 

“Stay silent, Angel, don't want to get caught, do you?” You started riding him, he bit you on your neck roughly and groaned. "I'm going to have to discipline you." His hips thrust as he tried to keep up with you. 

It is because he is the one who cleanses you of your sins. 

It was as if your soft sounds, your little moans, pulled him deeper inside, just like the swell and the throb in his cock. Your innocence kept luring him in, and he craved it eagerly. To be his trust, he wanted to burrow himself deep within you, to grasp every part of you. You might be saved by a few more thrusts. 

He is your lust of the flesh. 

Because of your temptation, it is difficult for you to tell the truth to a man and a priest. Your temptation is him. Your desire for him was sinful. You committed the sin through wanting him. Hence, you are no angel, but a fallen angel

As you lay on your back in the pew of the church, looking up at the ceiling, you can see the painting of the church, clouds in the sky, and the bright light shining through the windows. It is the second act of your sins, and he is making you aware. 

The man is motionless, almost extraterrestrial. He is self-assured, without any flinching or awkwardness.  The embodiment of the solid marble statues of saints adorning the parish grounds. Unless, of course, it was bowing before a crucifix or an altar. His gaze is always on everyone. 

At this very moment, his gaze was focused on you. 

In particular, between your legs. Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thigh, inching his way up. 

His expectations were exceeded by your stunning beauty. The curves of hell. Femininity roars. 

He wrapped his arms around you, halting your breath. 

Father Ari is savoring the forbidden fruit and taking a taste for himself. 

Abandoned fruit kissed by an angel melted reality. 

Despite his desire to tease you, it was more torture for him as he longed to finally run his tongue along your forbidden folds. He glanced up your body once more before burying his face into your pussy, sensing no resistance from you.

The chants on his tongue buried his face in a new temptation.

Your hands grasped tightly onto his hair, and you could feel his beard awaken the demon of pleasures of the forbidden fruits in your eyes. 

Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in His image. 

Your dress fell down from your right shoulder, revealing your breasts as you were pressed against the stained window. One hand was under your dress and the other one was between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. 

With each thrust, he grunted and growled, you didn't care that your sins were visible to not just the Holy Spirit but also to the parishioners congregating outside the church after the service. 

You breathed a silent thank you to him for locking the heavy wooden doors once the last of his congregation left the church.

You must lock away your sins of lust and sin in order to avoid them. Priest Ari created the sins, but you savored each act of lust he poured into your body and soul. 

Your ragged breath spread clouds upon the colorful glass as you gasped. 

True beauty can only be appreciated if there is light coming in. Behind the window, the light sings praises to pleasure, giving way to a rainbow of colors on the other side of the glass. 

You have lost your soul, but he is restoring your light within your soul through the demon of a man who wants nothing more than for you to groan his name. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit down on your neck. The thrusts of his long fingers made your body tremble, your heart pound, and you let out small songs without realizing it. 

You were engulfed by pleasure. Your climax ignited your body. He covered your mouth with his other hand as you glorified and sang his name. 

He rubbed you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasurable sin.

His lips brushed against your skin, he sinking his teeth into your flesh hard enough to leave a devil's mark.

His mark, the sinner from whom he will cleanse every moan. 

Tempted by his lusts and betrayed by your need, you instinctively aspire to sin. 

Father Ari poured sensuous kisses over every curve of your flesh, taking in every curve of your sensual swelling, he continued to finger you while ferociously exploring your body. As he tightened his arms around you, you could feel your legs shaking and threatening to give away.

He smirked and accelerated his pace as he stared at the ceiling. 

“Dear-oh my go--,” you praised out, the unrelenting pace becoming too much and too overwhelming. 

During this act of pleasure, you believed it to be sinless, and that Father Ari would cleanse you of your sins in no time.

The more vivid the vision, the more you want him to keep going. 

Your body ached, curved, and was drenched. It embraced him.

“Forgive each moan, let our echoes cleanse you” Father Ari growled, his mouth trailing down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder as his hand caressed your breast. 

You did not want him to stop, but to change his rhythm or to move his finger closer to your clit. Another orgasm crashed down on you like a tsunami before you could even speak, as your whole body tensed against him. It felt as if your body was on fire and you couldn't move. You could only hear his grunts as the thick fingers of his holiness continued to pump your sensitive walls. 

Feeling worthy of heaven, inspiration inspired by the art itself. 

The smug grin on his face lit up as he kissed your neck and shoulder, his fingers now playing with your nipple. His pace slowed as your body began to relieve itself. The tip of his nose trailed up your neck and shoulder as he sang sweet hymns to you.  "I could listen to you for hours, angel". 

You finally began to sing praises, as your body numbed and he held it upright so you could finally come down from the high he delivered with the same amount of confidence as in his sermons.

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he continued to make achingly slow circles of pressure on your oversensitive bud as he leaned your head back to give you soft angelic kisses. 

A deep thrill flowed with each kiss of illicit attention.

You moaned into his hands as your hands pressed flat against the colorful stained glass. It is in the hands of a holy man who is doing unholy acts in the church. 

His length and speed stretched you to your limits, entangling you in an almost grueling manner. 

Father Ari began murmuring against your neck. "I'm taking you to Hell with me, Angel." The fire colors of pleasure began to show as you bit into his hand. "My demonic angel, aren't you?"

As a sinner and as a saint 

"Together, we will reach the gates."

You gasped for air, for a new beginning, he removed his hand from your mouth.

“Yes, Father.” 

You moaned, your head relaxing against his shoulder as you stared at him. 

“Damn right we will.” He groaned as the hand that had been covering your mouth began to rub your clit. “Lord, take me and my angel”

Your lessons have to be taught by him. Do as a good disciple would do. It was his desire to guide you to become a magnificent singer and human being of the church. 

You looked into his eyes, trying to find something beneath the cold and calculating pride shining from him.

He caressed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb over your soft lips as your mouth divided in a breathless sigh. You felt as if you had experienced the blessing of an angel. 

"Let's sin, my Angel," he whispered. "In that beautiful darkness, we will both be healed." 

Let's just be skin to skin and let the sin go where it belongs. 

Forgiveness is here in his house. You get down on your knees so that you can be forgiven and restored to his prayer.

“Show me your sins, Angel.”

You didn't reach for your rosary, but for his.

silk thoughts

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

summary: steve decides to give eddie some lessons on being with a girl and eddie realizes he's a little too attached to the two of you.

warning(s): 18+ content, heavy makeouts, fingering (f rec), finger riding, inexperienced!eddie, slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!steve, eddie being a simp and steve giving orders and very unedited work.

a/n: aaah im so proud of this fic so i hope you enjoyed the fic, tell me what you think and feel free to request.

ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES.

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Eddie felt absolutely breathless looking between you and Steve. You were kneeled beside him, a soft smile on your face as you played with the hem of your shirt that only covered the top of your panties.

Your lips looked slightly bruised from how rough Steve had kissed you just a few moments ago.

Eddie's eyes drifted to Steve who stood in front of you, a lazy smile on his face as he whispered something in your ear making you cover your face in embarrassment.

Eddie's mouth felt dry, he couldn't think straight and he was so incredibly hard right now.

"Are you backing out?" Steve asked him eyebrows furrowed. Eddie cleared his throat shifting in his seat "No!" He said a bit too quickly causing Steve to laugh.

Eddie didn't know what he was thinking when he asked Steve for help. Eddie was far from a virgin but he never said he was any good at sex, not that he was horrible but he wasn't the most experienced. He was aware of how Steve clearly had very much experience with you since you were very open about your sexual experiences with Steve.

You often couldn't keep your mouth shut constantly boosting Steve's ego.

Now what Eddie expected when he asked for help was some friendly advice but what he got was this.

Steve said it'd probably be better if he just tried it out with you and Steve gave him some good pointers.

"This isn't going to like ruin the friendship or anything right?" Eddie asked picking at a loose thread on the couch. All 3 of you were pretty good friends and he didn't want to ruin that. "No" Steve shook his head.

"If you want we can never speak about it again" You shrugged and Eddie nodded in response. If he does a bad job he does not want hear about it for days on end.

"Y/N's going to take it easy with you, isn't that right?" Steve looked towards you as you moved closer to Eddie "Yep" you smiled "Can I get in your lap?" You asked, your voice was like silk.

"Sure" he choked out, goosebumps appeared along Eddie's skin when your hand touched his bicep as you threw your leg over his lap sitting on his lap.

Steve leaned on the coffee table watching you.

"You're going start out just kissing alright? You've kissed before right?" Steve teased and Eddie glared at him.

"Shut up" He managed to get out as you leaned closer, your lips brushing against his. You were clearly hesitant, you didn't want to move too fast, afraid of making him uncomfortable.

Steve leaned forward lightly shoving your head, your lips pressed against Eddie's and Eddie melted into the kiss. "There we go" your lips moved against Eddie's.

Eddie knew it was wrong as his heart thumped in his chest, he liked this more than he should, he liked Steve's girlfriend more than he should.

Eddie hummed against your lips, he felt almost like he was on top of the world. You tasted like the vanilla ice cream the 3 of you had been eating earlier.

Eventually the two of you pulled away but Eddie found himself chasing after your lips and you giggled pecking his lips once more.

"That was amazing" he breathed out, truthfully no one had ever kissed him that fucking good before. "She's good, isn't she?"

Steve moved his seat beside the two of you "But you're too sweet with her" he hummed pushing some hair off your shoulder "You gotta kiss her like she's a slut, like this" Steve's hand slid to the back of your neck pulling you closer to him kissing you roughly.

Eddie could see that unlike when he kissed you, Steve was clearly in control. His tongue in your mouth as he cupped the back of your head and you moaned against his lips.

Steve pulled away a string of spit between the two of you "See? She likes it when you're a little rough with her" His question was directed towards Eddie but he could hardly focus as he watched Steve wipe his finger across your bottom lip. Steve smiled at you like he was in love which he so clearly was.

Oh, Eddie wanted something like that, he wanted something like the two of you had though he wasn't sure if he wanted something like it or if he simply wanted the two of you.

"Are you listening?" Steve nudged him with his elbow "Yeah" Eddie muttered nodding his head. "Now I want you to kiss her again this time take control"

You fixed yourself on his lap staring down at him, you could tell he wasn't quite sure "It's okay" you reassured him "You got this" He nodded, your words enough to get him going.

He kissed you again this time trying to memorize Steve's movements as he kissed you, pushing his tongue into your mouth, massaging his tongue against yours.

"Good" Steve praised both of you moaned at his words not quite sure who he was praising but happy with the way it made you feel nonetheless. You began to grind against Eddie's cock through his jeans.

He was surely going to cum in his jeans if you kept moving like that.

Eddie kept his hands to himself not wanting to overstep but with one hand Steve lifted your shirt holding it just above your breast and with the other Steve grabbed Eddie's hand and placed it on your breast.

With Steve's hand on top of Eddie's he began kneading your breast, a low whimper slipped from your lips though it was slightly muffled by Eddie's lips.

Your skin felt soft against Eddie's rough hands. Steve used Eddie's hand to squeeze your breast and you let out a breathy sigh pulling away from Eddie.

Eddie felt like he was heaven, he was wondering what he had done to experience something so beautiful.

That's when Steve noticed it, the glint in his eyes as he stared up at you, he seemed almost entranced by you. He seemed almost in love.

The strange thing was Steve didn't mind it, with other guys he'd get a bit jealous but with Eddie it was different. He couldn't explain why but it was

"Tease her tits" Steve told him "Tease her tits?" Steve playfully rolled his eyes moving Eddie's hand from your breast "Come here Y/N" Steve grabbed your hand helping you move from Eddie's lap to his.

Eddie couldn't help but miss the feeling of you on top of him.

He lifted your shirt off your body throwing it somewhere causing you to chuckle softly. Eddie's eyes roamed your upper body, he was sure he had never seen anything so hot.

"You're so pretty" Steve muttered in appreciation "Isn't she pretty Eddie?"

"So pretty" Eddie whispered like he was in a trance "I think you're both really pretty too" you joked and Steve chuckled causing Eddie to crack a smile and for a moment it felt like it was all 3 of you in a relationship just laughing together.

Eddie shook his head at himself trying to remind himself that he wasn't invited here to start a relationship.

Steve reached both his hands up cupping your breasts kneading them in his hand "You paying attention?"

"Yeah, of course" Eddie shifted in his seat before Steve pressed your breasts together taking his time to place kisses on both of them.

Eddie could almost cum just watching the way you stared at Steve with your pretty lust filled eyes.

"You gotta tease her a little bit" leaned up flicking his tongue on your hardened nipple. "She likes when you talk sweet to her and call her pretty, don't you my pretty girl?"

You wanted to deny it but I mean what person didn't like being called pretty? You cheeks heated up in embarrassment and Steve laughed placing light kisses on your breasts once more.

"My girl's an easy girl to please except when she's being a little brat" Steve commented pinching your thigh and you pouted "I'm not a brat, Steve's just mean to me sometimes" You told Eddie looking at for what felt to Eddie like the first time.

It felt strange to have your attention to on him. He almost felt butterflies "He's mean to you?" Eddie breathed out trying to get a hold of himself and you nodded.

Steve snorted rolling his eyes "Let's not pretend you're always a good girl"

"Oh come on look at this face" Eddie reached out touching your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. Steve smirked as he saw how comfortable Eddie was getting with you. "You're always a good girl right?"

"Always, Eddie" his name slipped from your lips and he could not describe the damage it had done to him.

It felt wrong to feel this way.

Steve looked over to Eddie who seemed fully engulfed in the sight of you, Steve could see how painfully hard he looked in his jeans.

Steve licked his lips "Give me your hand"

"What?" Eddie blinked his eyes in confusion "Give me your hand" Steve repeated and Eddie placed his hand in Steve's.

Steve's other hand pulled on the waist band on your panties leaving just enough space to slip Eddie's hand in. You gasped at the feeling of Eddie's cold fingers against your wet center.

Eddie slid his fingers experimentally through your soak folds, his ring bumping your clit causing you to jump a little bit.

"She's soaked, right? That's what you get when you tease her a little bit, you gotta wind her up" Steve said staring up at your pretty face "You gonna show Eddie how much of a good girl you are?" Steve asked and you nodded eagerly.

"Put two fingers inside her" Steve ordered and Eddie followed his orders, Eddie feeling somewhat turned on by Steve telling him what to do.

God, what was wrong with him? Here he was with his two friends, feeling incredibly turned on.

This had to be a crime.

Eddie went to thrust his fingers inside you when Steve gripped his wrist stopping him.

"No, she's such a good girl right? Let her do it herself"

You let out a whine at his words "No whining" Steve huffed causing you to sigh giving your best puppy dog eyes to Eddie and he wanted to give in the second you gave him your sweet little pout.

He will never understand how Steve can tell you no.

"Y/N" Steve warned and you rolled your eyes but still began to move your hips against his fingers. You raised your hips fucking yourself on his fingers. Sweet moans slipped from your lips as you soaked Eddie's fingers.

Eddie wasn't sure how he would ever get over this. Sure early he had said to forget about this but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

This lesson had turned into something completely different and Eddie wasn't mad about it. He was enjoying it, enjoying so, so much.

He wanted you forever, He wanted you and Steve forever.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear you moaning his name and begging for him to let you cum.

He mentally slapped himself for getting so wrapped up in his thoughts to miss this amazing moment. "Should I let her cum?" He asked Steve, reminding himself that he was not in control.

Steve was.

Eddie liked kinda liked it that way.

"Do you wanna see her cum?"

"Please say yes" You whimpered and Eddie couldn't deny you.

No words could describe how Eddie felt right now watching you cum on his fingers, amazing was too much of an understatement. You looked so hot with your head back while you fucked yourself through your orgasm on his fingers.

Steve grabbed Eddie's wrist pulling it away from your wet center. Steve began cooing at you telling you how much of a good girl you were, his fingers wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. He gave you soft reassuring kisses.

"We can work on more stuff tomorrow if you want" Steve glanced at Eddie who nodded.

Steve's words bringing Eddie back to the reality that it was just you and Steve.

Not you, him and Steve.

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