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eiightysixbaby · 11 months

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you can be the boss

word count: 3.8k

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie and steve teach you a lesson for having an attitude

cw: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI - SMUT. spanking, choking, reader is a brat, brat tamers!eddie & steve, threesome, unprotected piv, creampie, anal, oral (m receiving), use of pet names (baby, honey, doll, etc.), usage of ‘daddy’, reader cries/dacryphylia, if i missed anything please let me know!

A loud slap erupts through the room.

“One.”

Another.

“Two.”

A pause, and a heavy sigh from behind you.

“C’mon, baby, this is gonna be a lot easier if you count with me,” Eddie’s voice is deep and taunting as the paddle cracks down on the meat of your ass yet again.

“Three..” you join in, sounding small and meek.

“Sorry, hun, I can barely hear you. And if I can’t hear you, I know Stevie over there can’t hear you,” he mocks, rubbing your stinging flesh with his big calloused hands.

Another crack.

“F-four,” you whimper, growing slightly louder than before.

“Louder, baby, come on.” Slap

“Five,” finally your voice is at an acceptable pitch for them, and you look up to see Steve staring at you from his standing position in the corner of the room. A frown crosses his lips, eyes dark as he watches you.

“Care to tell Stevie why he just came home to you getting punished, sweet girl?” Eddie continues to speak down to you, patronizing you.

Your lip quivers, eyes welling up with tears of both shame and pleasure as Eddie gives you a sixth blow to the ass.

“Go on, don’t leave him waiting. I can make this worse for you.”

Your eyes dart back to Steve, hazel eyes looking expectantly back at you. He raises an eyebrow, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I- I was a bad girl to…today….” you choke out between two more swift smacks of the paddle. “Seven, eight,” you count out loud for Eddie, simply grateful he didn’t scold you for missing number six. “Had an attitude all day… a-and I said some mean things,” you whimper, big eyes looking up at Steve so pitifully as you explain yourself.

Steve tuts, walking over to where Eddie has you on all fours on the mattress, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

“Guess we’ll just have to take care of that then, hm?” Steve asks, tilting his head and looking down at you.

Eddie whips the paddle harder this time, then again, making your whole body flinch.

“Nine, ten,” you wince, head spinning with the burning sensation coursing through your soft skin.

You love when they punish you together, as much as you don’t want to admit it. You just couldn’t stop being difficult all day, knowing exactly what would be waiting for you when Eddie got you home. Knowing they’d both be disappointed in you yet not being able to bring yourself to care enough. Eddie sets the paddle down, rubbing your ass and teasing your cunt with his thick ringed fingers. You let out a high pitched whine, but just as soon as his fingers ghosted your dripping heat, they pulled away.

Steve chuckles, squishing your cheeks with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

“Look at her, Ed. So desperate for your fingers. I bet she acted up all day just hoping to get punished,” his grip stays on your face, his other hand reaching down to squeeze his cock beneath the dark denim of his jeans. “Nothing but a little brat, isn’t she?”

“Damn right she’s a fuckin’ brat. Y’wanna give her ten more with the paddle Stevie?” Eddie asks, raising his eyebrows at him, tongue gliding along his top teeth from behind his lips.

Steve chuckles again, taking the pink paddle from Eddie and sitting down at the edge of the bed. He motions for you to lay over his lap and you oblige, legs wobbling as you crawl over to him and get in position. The skin of your ass is hot to the touch as Steve takes a handful of it, gripping rough on the already burning skin. He swats at it before readying the paddle.

“Gotta keep counting with me, baby. Think you can count that high?” his voice is patronizing and it only makes you wetter.

You nod in response, and he yanks on your hair to get your full attention.

“You use your words when I ask you a question,” Steve warns, holding your head up so he can hear you loud and clear.

“Y-yes, I can keep counting,” you reply, sighing when Steve releases his grip on your hair.

Everything is a blur once Steve starts his 10 spanks. Your brain is overwhelmed by the juxtaposition between pain and pleasure that your body is experiencing. It’s a miracle you can keep count at all.

“Fifteen,” you mewl as the firm material smacks your soft skin once again.

You look so pitiful, spread over Steve’s lap, ass facing up. Tears fall out of your eyes, mascara running and nose sniffling with every cry you let out.

“She’s so fucking pathetic, isn’t she, Steve?” Eddie laughs, coming to stand in front of you.

His pants are off now, exposing the tent forming beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He reaches down and slips his hand beneath the waistband, tugging his cock out roughly. He stands at the edge of the bed, right where your head hangs off. You gulp as his cock stares you in the face, thick and long with that silver metal piercing at the tip.

“You’re gonna suck it baby, while Stevie gives you the last five,” he growls, tapping the head of his cock against your pouted lips.

“And you still have to fucking count, little girl. Don’t think you’re getting off free,” Steve adds, pinching the meat of your ass roughly.

Eddie shoves his cock in your mouth without much of a warning, tears stinging in your eyes from how deep he is. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag before you get your bearings around him. He ruts into your throat a couple times as Steve cracks the paddle down again. You pull off of Eddie entirely, spit coating his thick shaft.

“Sixteen,” you count, lips brushing up against the swollen head of Eddie’s cock.

You take him back into your mouth, sucking on the tip, toying with the metal ball that protrudes from the skin, but Eddie tsks at you.

“You can take me deeper than that, sweetheart. C’mon, be a good girl,” his voice is gruff as he sinks deeper into your mouth.

You bob your head on his cock as well as you can, obscene squelching sounds filling the room between impacts from the paddle. You go on like that for the remaining four hits, pulling off Eddie’s cock enough to count out loud, almost forgetting what number you were at at eighteen, but catching yourself in time. When Steve finally reaches twenty, Eddie backs up and allows you to climb off of Steve’s lap.

“Kneel,” Steve growls, removing his pants and boxers as he stands in front of you.

Eddie comes to stand at your side, both of their delicious cocks staring you right in the face. Steve holds the base of his cock in one hand, grabbing your face with the other and tilting it to look up at him.

“You’re gonna suck my cock like a good girl, understand?” his voice is calm, steady as he tells you what to do, and it only makes you want him more.

You nod vigorously, and you feel Eddie’s hands grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking it.

“Words. You know better,” he growls.

“Yes, daddy, gonna suck your cock,” you promise, relaxing when Eddie’s grip on your hair and Steve’s grip on your chin are released.

You open your mouth wide for Steve, drooling at the sight of his thick length. He’s thicker than Eddie, not quite as long but a challenge to take nonetheless. Your lips stretch around him as he pushes himself as far into your mouth as he’ll go, groaning when you gag on him. You hollow your cheeks and let your tongue slither along his shaft, twisting and swirling around it. He hisses, grabbing your hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugging. You can hear Eddie beside you stroking his slick cock, the wet noises filling the room.

“Fuck, sweetheart, gag on it again,” Eddie grunts, so worked up you’d think it was his cock in your mouth still.

You do as he says, taking Steve into your throat and gagging immediately when his leaking tip goes too far back. Steve’s moaning strings of curse words above you as Eddie starts jerking his cock faster. You bob your head eagerly on Steve’s heavy cock, looking up at him with big guilty eyes, giving him your best apology for being a bad girl today. One of your delicate hands grips the back of his thigh while the other toys with his balls, rolling the heavy skin between your fingers. Steve sucks in a sharp breath, pushing your head to encourage you further onto his dick. Spit is pooling at the corners of your mouth, Steve’s entire length coated in saliva as you desperately work him with your tongue.

“She’s so pretty when she sucks you off, isn’t she, Steve?” Eddie’s voice grabs your attention, deep and seductive as the words leave his lips.

“Fuck yeah, she is. Need to be inside her,” Steve pants, throwing his head back.

His adam’s apple bobs in his throat, one hand coming up to run through his hair, his eyes pinched shut for a moment.

“Need to ruin those tight little holes,” Eddie grunts. “Gonna let us fuck you, baby?”

You pull off of Steve, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Yes, daddy, please,” your eyes are pleading up at Eddie, shifting your weight in a desperate attempt to get some friction between your thighs.

“Oh, she knows how to use her manners now,” Steve says, smirking at Eddie.

You stay knelt on the carpeted floor, awaiting further instruction. You know it’s in your best interest not to rush them. Your pussy is dripping through your thin little lace thong panties, stickiness pooling at your core. Eddie and Steve both sit up on the bed before inviting you up with them, helping you up off the floor. Eddie lays with his head on the pillows, long legs stretched towards the end of the bed. His weeping cock rests on his stomach, twitching at the sight of you.

“Come here, baby. Take a seat,” he curls a finger towards himself, beckoning you over.

You oblige immediately, straddling him and pressing your pussy to his stiff cock. The thin fabric of your panties is the only barrier in the way, and Eddie can feel you soaking through them.

“Shit, baby, so wet already. Did you get wet just from sucking us off, sweet thing?” he taunts, squishing your cheeks lightly in one hand.

“Mhm,” you whine, giving him huge doe eyes as you gently rock your hips on his cock.

“Ah-ah baby, not so fast. I didn’t say we were starting yet,” Eddie tuts, eyes flickering over to Steve who’s getting up on the bed behind you.

“So eager now aren’t we?” Steve’s voice is suddenly closer as he kneels right behind where you’re seated on top of Eddie.

His big hands squeeze at the meat of your ass, kneading the still-sore skin like dough. You whine, hands desperately grabbing at Eddie’s chest while Steve teases you.

“She just can’t wait, look at her, Eds,” Steve says, getting a breathy chuckle from Eddie.

“I know. Such a pathetic whore for us,” Eddie’s eyes are dark as they shift to you. “She’s fucking dripping through her panties, Steve, it’s insane.”

The two men talk about you as if you aren’t even there, and a part of you wants to interject. Hello, I’m right here! I can hear you! But the other part of you lives for it, loves how condescending and patronizing they are in the way they speak about you. You can’t even argue - you’re desperate for them in this moment. Dying to feel them filling you so impossibly full. Steve’s chest presses against your back and you feel one of his large hands wrap around your front, fingers reaching up and unhooking your bra in one swift movement. The soft tips of his fingers squeeze your nipples, pulling the taut bundles of skin and making you gasp. You bite your lip in an attempt to stifle a moan, leaning your head back onto Steve’s shoulder.

“Let’s take those panties of yours off, sweetheart. You’ve ruined them enough already,” Eddie coos, helping you slip the thin fabric off your legs.

You maneuver awkwardly on top of him, finally settling yourself comfortably back down when the pink lace has been removed. Your mouth falls open in a silent moan at the skin on skin contact with Eddie, his cock sitting deliciously between your folds. You can’t help yourself, grinding your hips down on his cock once more. Eddie cocks an eyebrow at you, as if to say ‘go on, see what happens when you push it further’.

“I thought I told you we weren’t starting yet? You greedy little thing, just can’t listen can you?” he sounds completely over your antics, and you feel your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

Your lips form a pitiful little pout, huffing in frustration. Your brows worry together as you consider your next move.

“So so impatient she is. What do you want, doll?” Eddie purrs, stroking one of your arms lightly with his fingers.

“W-want you to fuck me. Need you to fuck me,” you plead.

“Hmmm, whaddaya think Steve? Should we give her what she wants?” Eddie prolongs the teasing, face furrowed in contemplation.

“Don’t know how long she can be patient for, that little brain of hers just wants to get fucked,” Steve tsks, gripping your hips from behind and pressing against you.

You can feel his cock pressed against your ass, rock hard and waiting to be deep inside you. Your eyes well with tears of pure desperation, letting out a soft moan when Eddie’s calloused fingers brush light circles on your clit. His middle finger swipes up through your folds, collecting your slick. He holds his finger up to the light, admiring the glistening wetness coating it.

“Would you look at that, poor thing is absolutely soaked waiting for us,” his voice is full of mock sympathy.

He brings the digit up to his mouth and sucks on it, pulling it back out with a pop.

“You taste so good, baby. Dripping that sweet honey just for us, hm?” he continues on, bringing his hand back down to your throbbing cunt.

“All for you- only ever for you,” your voice wavers. “Please fuck me, I’ll be so good for you,” you beg, beginning to grow even more frustrated at the prolonged teasing.

Steve’s hands are running up and down your sides, cock still pressing against your plush ass, waiting to push its way inside. His lips start kissing down your neck and onto your shoulders, teeth nipping at your skin only for his tongue to soothe it afterwards. You let out a breathy moan, waiting for either of them to make the call to finally fuck you.

“Need to be inside her, Ed,” Steve murmurs. “Need to fuck this tight little hole till she’s crying.”

Eddie groans at this, his cock twitching beneath you. He looks you over for a moment for finally giving in.

“Alright, baby, c’mere. Come sit on daddy’s cock,” he urges.

You move slowly, easing down onto him at first, but he’s not having any of that. He bucks his hips up into you, causing you gasp at the stretch. You’re filled even further when you feel Steve breaching your tight ass, going slow enough so as not to hurt you.

“Oh fuck, honey,” Steve moans, gripping your hips tightly to get some leverage.

His fat cock stretches the tight little hole, making you whisper curses as you hang your head low, forehead resting on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie’s bottomed out in your pussy by this point, the stretch from both of them combined making your brain turn to mush. You feel completely at their mercy, unable to gain control with how overwhelmed your body is. You know they’re gonna push you past your limits, and you also know that you asked for this. Couldn’t help being a brat all day and now you’re in for it. Steve is panting from where he’s knelt behind you, right between Eddie’s legs which are propped up and bent at the knee. The stretch to fit Steve is harder than the stretch to fit Eddie, the burn you feel mixing with a weird sort of pleasure as he thrusts behind you. Your hands grip at Eddie’s sides, seeking purchase on anything to try and ground yourself.

“Don’t act like you can’t handle this, baby. I know this is what you wanted when you had your little attitude earlier,” Eddie grunts as he ruts into you again and again.

His hips are setting a rather unforgiving pace, his cock gliding in and out of you easily with how soaked you are. He brings a hand down to play with your clit, the pads of his fingers pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a cry at the sensation, your body entirely overtaken with pleasure as the boys fuck both of your holes.

“Look at you taking both of us at once, honey. So fucking full of cock, just how you like it, yeah?” Steve purrs from behind you, lips trailing kisses along your shoulder blades.

They fall into a rhythm together, thrusting into you at the same time, hitting their deepest points inside of you in unison. Tears spring at the corners of your eyes, your lip wobbling as you moan their names.

“Feels so good, mmmmph, so full,” you whimper, a few tears spilling out of your bambi eyes.

“Yeah, baby? Stuffed so full of cock you’re gonna cry about it?” Eddie taunts, squeezing your thighs with rough palms.

Steve lets out a groan from behind you, thrusting agonizingly slowly out and back in. He pushes himself impossibly deeper, taking your breath away for a moment. You choke back a cry as Eddie’s fingers pinch your nipples, twisting the skin as he rolls his hips back up into you. Your body is overwhelmed with pleasure, using all of your willpower to keep yourself upright as they fuck you. Steve’s hands on your hips keep you somewhat steady, your own hands braced on Eddie’s chest, nails digging into the soft skin, sure to leave red marks. Whines and sobs are tumbling out of you over and over, mixed with the wet sloshing sounds of both cocks pounding into you.

“What is it, honey? What’s got you so worked up?” Steve’s voice is sweet and smooth from behind you, but you know he’s taunting you.

“Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad for you,” you mewl, voice coming out thick from your crying.

“Aw, poor baby. Should we let her cum, Ed?” Steve asks, his cock gliding in and out of you tantalizingly slowly.

Eddie looks up at you with those big brown eyes, bangs stuck to his forehead with sweat. A smirk spreads across his lips, seeing how desperately you need release.

“I dunno, do you think you deserve to cum, darling?” he directs his question at you, slowing his thrusts to match Steve’s.

“Y-yeah, been good for you. Been so good, please,” you whine, bouncing slightly to meet their thrusts.

Heat pools in the pit of your stomach, your body begs for the satisfaction of release. Your hand reaches down to play with your clit instinctively, but Eddie swats it away in an instant.

“Absolutely not. I didn’t say it was okay yet, did I?”

“N-no…” your bottom lip sticks out in a pout, entire fave scrunched up in frustration.

Luckily, Eddie takes mercy on you, his larger fingers moving down to touch you where you need him. He rubs circles on your puffy bundle of nerves, earning a sharp moan from you.

“Eddie!” you gasp, mouth falling open as his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, unforgiving as he plunges in and back out again.

One of Steve’s hands comes up to wrap around your throat, restricting the airflow in just the right way, a strangled moan falling from your lips. You feel like a fuck toy for them to use, your entire body at their mercy. They’re so deep inside it borders on painful, and you feel as though you’d rip in half if they got any deeper. Eddie’s fingers continue their work, your legs beginning to tremble as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He applies just the right amount of pressure to your sensitive bud, getting you so worked up you’re practically screaming for him. Steve’s grip on your throat loosens every so often, allowing you to catch your breath before choking you again. Your eyes pinch shut as you lean your head back, crying out for both of them as the coil in your stomach tightens more more more.

“You close, honey? Gonna cum with both of us inside you?” Steve growls in your ear, hot breath tickling the skin.

“So close, so fucking close, please don’t stop,” you plead, rocking your hips in desperation.

You hear Eddie let out a smug laugh, giving you a particularly hard thrust in response. You gasp, mouth hanging open as you reach your breaking point. In an instant you’re tensing around both of them, gushing over Eddie’s cock, making a mess of him. Neither of them hold out much longer, spilling their seed into you, stuffing your holes full of white milky cum. Feeling both of them twitch inside you simultaneously sends you reeling, chest heaving as you begin to come back to your senses. Eddie gives you a few more weak thrusts, letting your pussy milk him dry as Steve gingerly pulls out of your ass. You whine at the sudden emptiness, and then again when Eddie pulls out as well.

You all but collapse on the bed beside Eddie, Steve coming to lay on your other side, sandwiching you between them. Steve’s rubs your back as Eddie strokes your arm with the backs of his fingers, both of them letting you calm down. Streaks of mascara trail down your cheeks, eyes puffy from your tears. Steve grabs your face, gently turning you towards him so he can kiss you tenderly. You melt into it, sighing blissfully as his lips move with yours. You’re interrupted when Eddie turns you instead towards him, kissing you just as sweetly.

“Did our good girl learn her lesson today?” Steve asks, trailing tiny kisses over your shoulder.

“Mhm, ‘m sorry for being mean,” you pout, giving Eddie your best puppy eyes, trailing your fingers along his chest.

“It’s okay, baby, you just needed us to take care of you hm? You know you can always just ask,” Eddie smirks, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek.

It doesn’t take long for your breathing to slow and your sniffles to subside, heartbeat slowing as you slink into a peaceful sleep. The boys watch you as your chest rises and falls, holding you tightly between them, letting you get your much needed rest. They might have more in store for you later, after all.

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upsidedownwithsteve · 7 months

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18+ parental advisory: a mix to keep you warm at night.

Somethin' Unholy Dirty, Dirty Boys Halloween In A Mood Another Mood Bad Attitude Stimulation Public

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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I was the spring break anon, and I'd love a lil kiss on the lips pls<3 I got kinda hot and bothered reading your blurb and I could use a friendly peck rn

Maybe I could send you another dirty thought of mine? Like Eddie teaching his best friend how to get herself off but Steve is there to watch and offer his advice too?

hi spring break anon <3 of course!! u get a lil kissy kiss, muah

warnings || naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, threesome but not rlly, praise kink, [18+ only]

“What are best friends for, hm?” Eddie hums, his thick fingers run down the side of your ribs.

“Eddie, Steve—” You hiccup as Eddie’s hand lifts up your right leg to get a better view.

As if their brains are one, Steve sitting on the other side of you, he also grabs your thigh. Your head thumps against the bed’s headboard from the fuzzy feeling of their hands on you.

Steve coos, “Why don’t you put them a little deeper, baby? yeah, that’s it. That’s our girl.”

Our girl.

It rung through your ears and it made you whine

Steve and Eddie had been your best friends for quite some time, now. You weren’t sure how the topic arose but you expressed that you couldn’t ever make yourself cum no matter how hard you tried.

And well, they just couldn’t have that.

You curled the two fingers to reach further inside of you. Your hips bucked into the air and the sweet sound of your moans perforated their ears.

“Yeah, that’s it, sweetheart. Being such a good girl, gettin’ off on your fingers like that.” Eddie’s words slurred together as one—watching your slick glisten beneath your fingers.

You pant as Steve presses gentle kisses against the round bone of your shoulder. You could feel your walls clench from the sultry sound of Eddie’s moan and it vibrates on top of your skin.

“Gonna cum, baby? Gush on your fingers for us, pretty. F-Fuck—push in your fingers harder, yeah, there you go.” Steve’s encouragement and praise sends you further into the depths of your own pleasure.

Eddie’s whispering sweet nothings through your neck and Steve continues to press soft kisses. Everything became too much—their touch resonating with you was just ethereal.

“Eddie! Steve! I’m—I’m—” You cry out their names as your walls unbearingly clench. You were close, so fucking close.

But you needed more. You needed so much more.

“Aw, baby, touch your clit—yeah, take your thumb.”

Eddie leans forward, “yeah, there you go, sweetheart. Isn’t she a good girl, Steve?”

Steve could feel his cock twitch as Eddie’s voice seems deeper. “Yeah, Eds, she’s our best girl.”

Their voices and praise alone makes the edge of the coil snap—slick gushing onto your fingers and you scream their names into the hot air.

Steve hums as he grabs your hand to trace small circles on your palm. Eddie sighs—happy, though—as he reaches for your soaked lips.

He grabs some of your cum and your sensitive core makes you stutter. “E-Eddie.”

“Wanna taste, Stevie? Jus’ know she’s gonna taste so good.”

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roanniom · 2 years

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Steddie except both boys play for the football team and there’s a new cute slightly chubby new cheerleader and during the years of school you get a crush on them and the boy have their fun with you

Love the specificity of this!

Sweets

Steve Harrington x chubby!fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Semi NSFW, Steddie x reader, the beginnings of smut, mmf, making out, drug use (pot), all characters are over the age of 18 though still in high school, few explicit description of body size, but Eddie and Steve are reeeeally fucking into your body

You’re sure the rest of the squad is going to come looking for you soon. You’d disappeared during cheer practice, promising to be right back. But you never returned. Instead you’re sitting on the picnic table outside behind the gym, with the two hottest football players at Hawkins High.

Eddie Munson always seemed too rock and roll to be an All American sports star, with his wild curly hair often pulled into a low bun under his helmet, a mischievous smile on his lips. Steve Harrington, however, had the golden boy look down to a t, but you knew for a fact he was just as much trouble as Eddie. They stand before you in their letterman jackets, matching in clothing but completely unique and different from one another in style.

Steve was the one who’d slipped the note to you during English class. The note that said to meet him and Eddie out here at 4pm. They both knew you had cheer practice then - all the football players knew when the cheerleaders had practice - but the wink he’d give you, along with the wink Eddie gave you over Steve’s shoulder, silenced any protests you may have wanted to make.

And that’s how you find yourself here, smoothing your short skirt down over your thighs as Eddie lights a joint and Steve surveys you with a grin, arms folded over his chest.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show, sweets. Didn’t know you had it in you to be bad and skip practice like this.” You swallow at the nickname, one he’d given you on your first day as a new kid earlier in the year. You’d been assigned to sit between him and Eddie in biology - the teacher had made some comment about needing to split them up anyway - and when you’d taken out a lollipop Steve had laughed and called you “sweets” for the first time.

Meanwhile, Eddie is blowing out a cloud of smoke and shaking his head.

“Nah, I always knew she had it in her. You like staring at us when you don’t think anyone’s looking. That’s not what good girls do, is it?”

You feel warmth heating up in your belly but you lift your head as confidently as you can and smirk back at him.

“And what, you like smoking behind the school to feel like a bad boy?”

Steve lets out a hearty chuckle and Eddie grins wickedly.

“I prefer the word ‘man,’ but whatever floats your boat, sweetheart,” he says with a wink. Steve grabs the joint Eddie offers and inhales deeply, looking at you over the burning tip.

“Skipping practice, hanging out with two football players alone...wanna make it a hattrick?”

“If that’s a sports reference you’re going to have to translate. I don’t speak jock,” you say, a smile teasing at your lips that makes Eddie bark out a laugh.

Eddie sits beside you on the table and throws a casual arm around your shoulders.

“He’s asking if you want to get high with us,” he clarifies. A thrill runs up your spine.

“Sure, why not?” you ask, reaching out your hand towards Steve. His eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he hands you the joint.

It takes a few moments to get used to the burning sensation and the strain on your lungs, but you’re proud of yourself for not coughing too much and it seems like the boys are, too.

“What d’you think, Harrington? She’s a natural.” Eddie’s still got his arm around your shoulder but now you’re leaning against him, feeling your head start to get light and airy.

“Sure you haven’t done this before, sweets?” Steve teases. He sits on the bench on your other side, at a lower level than you and Eddie who sit atop the table. His hand slides over your calf and up under your bent knee. You do your best not to shiver.

“Never smoked. Some of the cheer girls and I broke into my dad’s liquor cabinet once though,” you admit, hoping it’ll impress them. Eddie cocks an eyebrow.

“See I knew it! Sweets has a naughty streak in her!” You can’t tell if it’s his words or the fact that Steve’s hand has migrated to your thigh which has goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Eddie continues. “So what did you girls get up to? Topless pillow fights?” He waggles his brow at you before passing the joint to you again.

“That’s something straight out of a teenage boy’s fantasy,” you scoff, trying to will your heartbeat into check.

“Who do you think you’re talking to, baby?” Steve says with a grin.

“So that’s what you fantasize about? A bunch of girls having topless pillow fights?”

“Nahhh,” Eddie says, feigning bashfulness and swiping at the air. Then he looks you dead in the eye. “Not a bunch of girls, just you.”

Your stomach flips. But you don’t miss a beat.

“Just me isn’t much of a pillow fight.”

“Ooo she’s sharp, Munson,” Steve cries out. “Not sure how you manage it with all these curves.” His grip tightens on your fleshy thigh and you intake breath sharply.

The heat in your stomach drops to your core. You never got a lot of male attention in your old school, so when you’d first met Steve and Eddie, their flirtatious ways had alarmed you. Your instinct was to believe they were fucking with you, but as time went on they wore you down. They were such an outrageous pair, tag teaming you with teasing compliments and questions and attention.

When Eddie ran into you in the halls he’d always stop what he was doing, even mid conversation with other jocks, and ask how your day was while cheekily batting at the hem of your skirt.

Steve always demanded to be partners with you in English when the teacher divided people into pairs, giving you a roguish smile and exclaiming things like “I’d say you’re the brains and I’m the beauty, but you’re hot enough to be both, so where does that leave me, sweets?”

Together they kept your mind spinning every day. You weren’t exactly friends with the two of them, but they ate up a lot of your time and energy and you’d begun to feel so wound up that you felt like you’d soon burst if the tension didn’t lessen somehow.

“You say that to all the girls, Steve?” you ask quietly in response to his comment about your curves. Eddie’s hand joins Steve, curling around the roundness of your other thigh. Steve grins.

“Of course not. No girl’s got curves like you.” He says it simply, with a shrug. Like he’s not causing your heart to palpitate in your chest. Eddie’s hand slides up and down the length of your thigh, getting closer to the hem of your skirt on each upward movement.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know the effect you have on us.” Steve says. You’re looking down to the right to watch him as he speaks, but Eddie grabs your chin and turns you to look at him just as Steve moves up to sit on your other side on the table.

“Running up on that field with this body.” Eddie says the word ‘body’ like it’s obscene.

Steve’s hand is the one to grab your chin now, bringing you back to look at him.

“Jumping and bouncing and...” Steve trails off shaking his head with a fond chuckle. “Fuck. We see you scanning the sidelines during your little routine.”

Eddie’s chin rests on your shoulder, his face nuzzling against your neck making you gasp.

“We see how your face lights up when you see us there. Watching you, sweets.”

Your jaw works but nothing comes out. You’re way too overstimulated. Fighting through the haze of your high and all of the ways that they are pressing in and touching you and speaking and filling your senses.

“You gonna deny it, sweetheart?” Eddie practically purrs. You hold your breath for a second and then shake your head slowly. You’re staring straight ahead at this point but you feel both boys fidget in their seats at your response. Steve hums in approval.

“The only question left is...which one of us are you really looking at?” You can hear the smile in Steve’s voice even though you can’t see it. Eddie is still draped over you, one hand squeezing your thigh, the other arm around your shoulders while his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Which one of us do you want?” Eddie asks, his voice low and vibrating into your bones.

You don’t think. You don’t stop to consider for even a second. Your voice is breathy but the word is sure.

“Both.”

What happens next happens in a flash.

Suddenly you’re yanked up and onto Eddie’s lap, straddling him. His mouth attaches to your neck and that would be enough to send you to the fucking moon but then Steve Harrington’s hand is on your opposite jaw, holding you still as he moves in and arrests your mouth in a searing kiss.

The sensations are overwhelming. You can’t even begin to process what is happening, but your body responds naturally to the stimulation, giving into the pleasure of receiving everything it had barely even dared to desire.

“Harrington, let her breathe, fuck!” Eddie grumbles, pulling away from where he’d been sucking on your neck. Steve obliges and you gasp, only then realizing how lightheaded you’d become from lack of oxygen. You only get a second’s reprieve before Eddie is yanking you by the back of the head towards him and sealing his mouth to yours.

“Oh real nice, Munson. That’s letting her breathe,” Steve says sarcastically. He does, however, shift his focus to go to town on the side of your neck closest to him, no doubt blooming twin hickeys that would match the ones Eddie had sucked on the other side.

At first your hands don’t know what to do, but then they take on a life of their own. Winding up so that your hands can did into the hair at the napes of both boys’ necks. Pulling them in and keeping them against you, willing their mouths to continue devastating you in this way.

It’s Eddie who finally puts a stop to everything, pulling away from your mouth - though you lean forward to chase his lips with a whine - and yanking Steve back from your neck as well.

“Having a good time?” Eddie asks with a smirk. Your eyes, which have been squeezed shut until he speaks, crack open and you blink at him, turning to blink at Steve as well.

They both look so fucking good. Their lips kiss-bruised and wet, their hair a little mussed, but otherwise both still handsome as ever. Meanwhile you probably look disheveled as fuck. It’s unfair and you pout about but Steve laughs.

“I think she’s upset that we stopped. Aren’t you, sweets?”

You lean forward to try and kiss Steve, practically crazed at this point and needing to go back to drowning in their attention. He holds you back a bit with a grin and Eddie places a hand on your cheek, dragging your attention back to him.

“Want to take this party on the road, sweetheart?”

~*~

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Stand By Me - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! thank you all for being interested in reading this! this is based on this post that I had at like 4:30 a.m. for some reason and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so, here it goes! I hope you like it xD also this is the first time I write a polyamorous relationship so I hope I did a good job

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); spoilers for Volume 2 (kinda); mentions of being high; mentions of reader not having a good home; reader has nightmares and PTSD, I think that’s it but as usual let me know if I missed anything :)

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

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Stand By Me

When the night has come, and the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see No, I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me

”Dustin, go get Steve!”

Everything had died down. The fucking demo-bats had dropped to the floor. And Eddie was lying in your arms.

“I d-didn’t r-run away this time” he said weakly, looking up at you.

“Shut up! Stop talking!” you panicked. “You’re gonna be okay!”

“It’s t-too late, love” he said, weakly.

“No, it’s n-not! Y-you’re gonna be fine! I just n-need to-” you tried your best to stop your hands from shaking. “I c-can do it! I can f-fix it, I just- wh-where is this water coming from?” you said frustrated as Eddie’s tired hand reached out to your cheek to make you look at him.

“You’re crying, princess” he said in a soft tone. “It’s okay” he said as you placed your hand on top of his.

“N-no! Don’t leave us! Y-you can’t-” you said, terrified.

“I love you s-so much” he said. “Tell S-Steve I love him too, o-okay?”

“No! You’re gonna tell him yourself! He’s almost here! We can fix this! You’re not gonna die!”

“This was gonna be o-our year, princess” he smiled before his hand dropped and he closed his eyes.

“No! NO!” you shook him gently. “Eddie, wake up! PLEASE, EDDIE! WAKE UP!”

“What happened?!” you heard Steve running towards you with Dustin behind him. He widened his eyes when he saw the bloody body in your arms. “What did you do?”

“I d-didn’t do anything, I-”

“YES! You didn’t do anything!” Steve snapped, kneeling in front of you and ripping Eddie’s body from your arms. “You let him die?!”

“I t-tried, I tried to-”

“Tried to what?” Steve looked at you with nothing but hate in his eyes. “Why didn’t you call me?! This is YOUR fault!”

“Y-you were very far away a-and I didn’t know how to-” you tried to stop crying but you couldn’t. You were going to grab Eddie back but Steve pulled him away.

“No! You’ve done enough! You killed Eddie! I asked you to take care of him and YOU KILLED HIM!”

“S-Steve I didn’t-” you tried to grab his arm but he pulled away with Eddie still in his arms.

“Don’t touch me! You killed the only person I’ve ever loved!” he said, breaking your heart even more when you thought it wasn’t possible. “I HATE YOU!”

You jumped up on your bed when you heard the thunder outside and took a deep breath. Your body was sweating cold and you had tears running down your cheeks. You stretched your arm to your left but it was empty. You panicked for a moment, but then you turned around and saw Steve on your right, sound asleep with his back turned to you.

“It’s okay” you whispered to yourself. “It was just a nightmare” you said, taking deep breaths and grabbing Steve’s hand, making him turn to you in his sleep. “They’re okay” you kept repeating quietly as you traced Steve’s scars on his body and his neck, placing your hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. “They’re both okay” you repeated to yourself before placing a soft kiss against his forehead. You wiped away the tears from your cheeks and got out of bed to find your other boyfriend, careful not to wake Steve.

Eddie was passed out on the couch, shirtless, facing up. You slowly walked over and grabbed the empty beer bottles on the floor next to him, throwing them out. You came back, sitting on the edge of the sofa, and moved some of his curls out of his face. Your eyes welled up again when you saw the scars on his arms, his stomach, and the bandage on his neck and you remember that dreadful night. You had almost lost them. Both of them. And you weren’t sure which was worse. The fact that you weren’t with Steve when it happened or the fact that you were with Eddie and he almost died in your arms.

The three of you started your relationship about a year ago. All thanks to Dustin Henderson, really. You have known Dustin since he was born basically. He was your next-door neighbor and his mom would often ask you to babysit him. You knew all of his friends, so you ended up meeting Steve at some point. You had known him from school but the two of you didn’t really hang around the same groups. You didn’t really have a group. Your only friend was probably Jonathan Byers. But you became really good friends and you loved spending time with him. He was nice and sweet, which was a pleasant surprise for you since he really wasn’t back in school. You developed a crush on him but you were sure he didn’t like you back. Until you met Eddie. You knew who he was and had always found him interesting, but you didn’t talk to him until you picked Dustin and Mike up from a Hellfire meeting. So, you started hanging around him a lot. You were fascinated by Eddie. He was such an interesting person and was always teaching you new things. Like how to jumpstart a car (not that either one of you told Steve about it). So, Steve started getting jealous that all of your attention went to Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson as he called him once (because you punched him in the arm and told him not to call him that ever again). You begged Steve to hang out with you and Eddie so he could get to know him too and the three of you became inseparable, basically. You weren’t exactly sure how it happened, but one night, when you were hanging out at Eddie’s trailer, high, it somehow led to you confessing your feelings for both of them. To say that you were surprised when they suggested that all of you could be together, was an understatement. But they admitted that they were attracted to each other and you as well so you decided to give it a shot. It wasn’t a conventional relationship, by far, but the three of you made it work and you had never been happier.

About four months ago, you started practically living together. Eddie’s uncle had moved away since the last ‘incident’ that occurred in Hawkins the previous summer. And, since Eddie was already with you and Steve, he refused to go. Steve’s parents were rarely in town, so he preferred to spend the time with you and Eddie. And you had practically moved out of your parents’ house without them even noticing probably. You didn’t have the best home life and started spending more and more time in Eddie’s trailer until he begged you not to go back. So, you didn’t. You and Steve both worked full-time jobs and you had insisted that Eddie had to finish high school. So, as much as he hated it, he would do it for the two of you. It was really surprising how easy it felt for the three of you to just fall into the daily routine of living with each other. You knew probably the entire town talked about you three, but you couldn’t care less. You loved your boys and they loved you and that was enough.

Yes, everything was perfect until three weeks back. When you had gone to the Upside Down to kill Vecna. The plan seemed simple enough. Max, Lucas, and Erica would stay at the house so Max could have Vecna come for her. You, Dustin, and Eddie would stay on your trailer in the Upside Down, to distract the demo-bats while Steve, Nancy, and Robin would take care of Vecna. Nothing should have gone wrong, right? Except, Eddie tried to buy them more time and made the bats follow him, almost killing him in the process. When Steve came back, he was lying in your arms unconscious. You two were barely able to get him back in time and save him. He had been in the hospital for almost a week and you weren’t sure if he was going to wake up. You had never seen Steve so scared in your life. So, you tried to be strong for the two of them. You barely spoke while Eddie was in the hospital. You would just sit next to him and place your hand on his chest, like you were doing now, to feel his heartbeat. It was the only thing that calmed you down. You often did the same thing with Steve when he was asleep. Because even if he hadn’t told you, you were aware that he, Nancy, and Robin could have died as well.

When Eddie woke up, you thought things would finally go back to normal. But, you were wrong. After knowing that he was okay, Steve had snapped at Eddie for doing what he did. He told him he was irresponsible and immature, and he could have gotten you hurt, or fuck up the mission, or he could have died. While you were not in total disagreement, since you had been terrified that he almost died, you didn’t want to fight over it. You were just happy that your boys were okay and you could all go home. However, when you returned home, the two guys were still on edge. They were barely speaking to each other and when they did, they would snap at each other and just start the argument all over again.

Which lead to why Eddie was sleeping on the couch and not your bed. The two of them refused to acknowledge the other one’s point of view, which always lead to one of them spending the night on the sofa. You were so used to having them both with you, that now, every single night, you had a nightmare about losing the one that wasn’t there. If Steve stayed on the couch, you would dream about Nancy and Robin coming back, letting you know that Steve didn’t make it, and no matter how fast you and Eddie ran to Vecna’s house, he was gone. You had seen him with the tentacles around his throat, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get the image out of your head. Or you would dream about when he was dragged through the lake and you didn’t make it to the Upside Down in time. You would almost always dream about the fucking bats. Whether it was on Steve’s body or Eddie’s body. Whenever Eddie was the one on the couch, you would dream about him dying in your arms. It always felt so real, like you were back there. You would get this nightmare the most since Eddie was usually the one on the couch. It was always one of them dying and the other one blaming his death on you. You were grateful that both of them were heavy sleepers, since they hadn’t seemed to notice, and you were not going to let them worry about you on top of it all. They had to deal with each other first. You felt Eddie’s chest rising when he took a deep breath and his hand softly grabbed yours.

“Hey, princess, what are you doing up?” he asked, with a hoarse voice, opening his eyes.

“Come back to bed” you pleaded, pouting at him. Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes before he closed them again.

“I don’t think Harrington wants me there” he replied.

“Don’t call him that” you complained. You knew they only called each other their last names for two reasons. The first one was to tease the other one. And the second one was when they were mad at each other. You were certain Eddie wasn’t calling Steve ‘Harrington’ to tease him right now.

“Well as long as your boyfriend-”

“He’s your boyfriend too!”

“As long as he’s still going to be a child about it, I’m not going back in there” he said, ignoring your comment.

“But… I miss you” you said, playing with his hands. You loved playing with Eddie’s rings, it was another thing that calmed you down and kept you grounded. Eddie opened his eyes again and sat up.

“C’mere, princess” he said, opening his arms and you nuzzled against him. “You can stay here with me tonight, okay?”

“Okay” you whispered, almost asleep again. You were exhausted. Not only because of Steve and Eddie’s fight but because you hadn’t been sleeping for weeks.

“I love you” you heard Eddie whisper before he pressed a kiss against your forehead.

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“HURRY THE FUCK UP!”

“I am running as fast as I can!” you and Eddie were both racing through the woods to get to Steve since Nancy and Robin had come back by themselves.

“I told you not to let him go alone! I told you to go with him!”

“Steve said to stay with you!”

“And you always have to do what Steve fucking tells you to do?”

“How is it any different from doing what you fucking tell me to do!”

“Just shut up and run faster!”

You ran up the entrance and walked inside, with Eddie behind you. As you ran up the stairs, you tripped in what you thought was one of the tentacles, but when you got up, you saw Steve’s pale, lifeless eyes, looking straight at you.

“STEVE!” you jumped, frightened, moving away from him. “N-no, no! Steve” you tried, placing his head between your hands.

“Shit” Eddie muttered, kneeling down next to you. “I told you” he said with angry tears running down his cheeks. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” he yelled, grabbing Steve away from you.

“E-Eddie-”

“You never should have let him come here alone!”

“B-but Steve said-”

“I don’t care what Steve said! He’s dead now and it’s all because of you!”

“N-no, I didn’t-” you cried.

“You killed the only person I’ve ever loved!” Eddie spat at you, hugging Steve closer to him. “I HATE YOU!”

You jumped up awake again, taking a deep breath and noticing you were back on your bed. You figured Eddie had brought you back at some point since the couch wasn’t really comfortable for two people. Only this time, you were by yourself and the sun was already up. You ran your hands through your hair and rested your elbows on your knees.

“It’s okay” you muttered to yourself, placing one of your hands on your heart and feeling your speedy heartbeat. “It was a nightmare. They’re okay” you reassured yourself before getting out of bed.

You walked out of the room and saw Steve in the kitchen, making breakfast, and Eddie eating cereal at the counter, far away from Steve.

“Morning, sunshine” Steve smiled when he saw you and you walked over to him. “How did you sleep?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Okay” you smiled weakly at him before Eddie handed you a cup of coffee.

“Are you sure?” he asked, getting up and kissing the side of your head. You only nodded, taking a big sip of your coffee.

“Do you need me to drive you to work today?” Steve asked, placing a plate full of breakfast food in front of you. You noticed Eddie eyeing it and glaring at Steve but you weren’t sure which one of them was more stubborn.

“Um-”

“I’m driving her today” Eddie interrupted.

“Why do you get to drive her today?” Steve asked, rolling his eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to leave in like ten minutes? Does it look like she’s ready?”

“Guys-” you tried to intervene because you were getting a headache. You were tired and fed up with these petty fights.

“I can wait for her!” Steve argued.

“Right, because you always have to be the one that has to save the day, don’t ya, big boy?” Eddie mocked him.

“Guys!”

“You wanna do this right now?” Steve said, dropping the pan on the sink and walking over to Eddie. “Do you really want to talk about this again?!”

“Steve-”

“I just want to know what gives you the idea that you are the only one that can call the shots in this relationship” Eddie continued.

“Eddie-”

“Well, I seem to be the only one to make decisions that won’t get us killed!”

“STOP IT!” you yelled, stepping between the two of them. “I don’t have to go to work today” you glared at both of them. “So, just… stop it!”

“Hey…” Eddie said, grabbing your hand. “Princess, are you okay?” he asked, noticing your irritated tone and your eyes watering.

“Yeah” you brushed it off.

“Hey, come here” Steve said, placing his hand on your cheek. “What’s wrong?” he asked, moving his hand to press the back against your forehead. “Are you not feeling well?”

“I’m fine!” you snapped, snatching his hand away. “I just… have a headache” you muttered, hoping they would let it go, but you accidentally bumped your mug into the counter and it broke. “Shit!”

“Shit, love, come here” Steve said, grabbing something to stop the bleeding in your hand.

“No, I got it” Eddie said pushing him away.

“Oh my God! Would you knock it off? I’m not the one that is making a big deal about any little stupid stuff-”

“Yes, you are! You have since we came back and you think that you can just fix everything-”

“OH MY GOD! FOR FUCK’S SAKE JUST STOP!” you yelled, making your boyfriends silent and look back at you. “You two need to stop arguing! I am so tired of hearing you fight about the same shit over and over again!”

“Love-”

“NO! You two don’t get to talk anymore! I am sick of hearing you complain about what Eddie did when you did the exact same thing!” you told Steve who widened his eyes in surprise at you. “Did you really think Nancy and Robin wouldn’t tell us what happened?”

“That’s why-” Eddie tried.

“You shut up too! You don’t get to complain either!” you said, with tears running down your cheeks. “I saw you almost die!” you said, with your voice breaking. “You almost died in my arms!” you said, making him look away, guiltily. “And you could have died and I wasn’t there with you!” you told Steve, who looked just as sorry as Eddie now. “I could have lost you! I could have lost BOTH of you! And instead of realizing that you should be grateful that we’re all back here and we’re safe and we’re all together, you just keep on fighting with each other and I can’t take it anymore!” you yelled. “I am the one that gets to be upset! You both were being selfish and you both almost died! And now you’re not talking to each other? What is this, some sort of ego contest where you have to prove which one was braver or which one was the hero? Well, guess what? You’re BOTH idiots! You BOTH put yourselves in danger! And you BOTH almost left me alone! So either you get over it and move on with me, or we’re done! Because I can’t keep going like this!”

“Wait, what are you saying-?” Steve tried to stop you.

“How are we supposed to-?” Eddie said at the same time.

“I DON’T CARE!” you snapped at them. “You’re not allowed in here until you figure it out!” you screamed before you stormed off to your shared bedroom and you slammed the door.

“Shit” Steve said, running a hand through his hair.

“We really fucked up” Eddie muttered, plopping on the couch.

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Steve came back from work later that day with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, but he only found Eddie, sitting on the floor with his back against the bedroom’s door.

“Princess, please! Just come out already” Eddie tried for what felt like the millionth time.

“She hasn’t come out all day?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, she’s dancing around the living room, don’t you see her?” Eddie snapped.

“You were supposed to get her out!” Steve argued, walking over to the door and knocking. “Hey, sunshine” he got no response. “Did she eat anything?”

“Oh, shit” Eddie said, getting up. “Love? Did you eat my Honey-Comb cereal?”

“How many times have I told you to not leave your food in the bedroom!” Steve complained.

“Well, if I hadn’t she wouldn’t have eaten all day!” Eddie defended himself.

“Then she would have had to come out!” Steve started again. “You know what? I can’t do this again” he said, walking over to the kitchen and putting the flowers in water.

"Kiss-ass" Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes.

You felt tears running down your cheeks as you had your back against the other side of the door. You really couldn’t take it anymore. You were exhausted, you had a headache and the only thing you had eaten all day was Eddie's cereal. You had no idea what would happen with you three if they didn’t work this out. You got up and went over to the closet to grab one of Steve’s sweaters and put it over Eddie’s Hellfire Club t-shirt. Your favorite combo. You missed them so much and you hated that you could still hear them arguing until you cried yourself to sleep.

The two boys had dinner in complete silence, glaring at each other from time to time, and both of them still trying to get you out until they decided it was no use since you weren’t coming out. Steve was a little surprised when he saw Eddie on the floor and he had left the couch for him. He felt horrible. He knew you were right but he was still mad at Eddie and he knew why. After they said good night, Steve realized there was no way he was going to be able to sleep without you. It was one thing when he was mad at Eddie, but it was different having you mad at both of them too. And little did he know, his boyfriend was having the same struggle on the floor.

“Munson?” Steve asked, lying on the couch.

“What?” Eddie said, not opening his eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“Are you seriously expecting me to answer that, Harrington?”

“I can’t sleep” Steve said, sitting up and turning on the table lamp.

“Yeah, neither can I” Eddie admitted, sitting up as well. “Look, I get that you’re still pissed but we are going to have to talk about this” he told Steve. “Not just yell at each other” he added.

“Yeah, I know” Steve sighed, brushing his hands through his hair, frustrated. “We fucked up-”

“We both fucked up!” Eddie added.

“That’s what I’m trying to say, would you let me finish?”

“Well, it sounded like you were blaming it on me, again!”

“That’s not what-” before Steve could finish, the two boys heard a piercing scream coming from their bedroom.

“STEVE!”

“Shit!” they both said at the same time.

The two of them were up on their feet and running towards the bedroom as fast as they could. Steve pulled Eddie back before he threw his shoulder and knocked the door open, both walking in to find you tossing and turning around the bed.

“EDDIE!” they heard you cry as you started flinging violently. “NO!”

“She’s having a nightmare” Steve said, trying not to sound as scared as he actually was. He had never seen you like this.

“Hey, hey, princess, wake up. You have to wake up for me” Eddie said, shaking you until you finally opened your eyes.

But you were still very far gone. Your look was lost, you kept shaking, crying and you were sweating cold. Eddie knew what was going on. He had seen it several times whenever you snuck into his bed when your parents were arguing and throwing things. But he knew Steve hadn’t seen you like this and he could see the fear in his eyes.

“What’s going on? Why isn’t she snapping out of it?” he asked his boyfriend as you tried your hardest to take deep breaths, clinging on to Eddie's arms.

“Steve, love, look at me” Eddie said, trying to remain calm. “Get her a glass of water, please?”

“What? But she’s-”

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STEVE, PLEASE JUST GO GET HER SOME WATER!” he yelled and Steve quickly obliged this time. Eddie turned to look at you, panicking, and it broke his heart. “Hey, princess, look at me. Listen to me, okay? I’m right here” he said, placing his hands on your cheeks making sure you could concentrate on him. “I need you to take deep breaths for me, love” he instructed and you tried your best to do so. “That’s it, just like that” he said, in a soft voice and taking deep breaths himself so you would imitate him. “Yes, that’s it, love” he smiled. “That’s my girl. You’re doing great” he smiled sweetly before you threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your head on his shoulder.

“E-Eddie” you said, still shaking, with a broken tone as Steve walked back into the room. It pained him so much to hear you like this. And even more that he had no idea how to help you so he just stood there at the door.

“I’m right here, princess” Eddie said, stroking your back with his hands. “You’re okay” he whispered, kissing your head.

Steve felt helpless as his eyes watered. He had no idea what was going on and he thought you only wanted Eddie right now. But then, you spoke again.

“W-where’s Steve?” you asked, crying harder.

“He’s here too” Eddie assured you. “We’re both here” he said, looking at Steve. “It’s alright, love” he told him, offering his hand and Steve hesitantly took it. “She’s okay. Come here” he assured him and Steve sat down next to you. As soon as he did, one of your hands instantly started looking for him even if you weren’t letting go of Eddie. Steve smiled a little and grabbed your hand in his. You pulled him closer, wrapping his arm around your waist and he kissed your head.

“I’m here, sunshine” he said, kissing you again.

“You wanna tell us what happened?” Eddie asked softly but you shook your head no and buried yourself further on his chest. “Come on” Eddie said, pulling away from you just enough so they could see your face. “Look, princess, Stevie got you some water” he said, sitting you back. “Would you like some?”

You did your best to nod but you didn’t want to let go of either of them, so Steve scooted closer and helped you get a drink of water.

“There you go, sunshine” he said, looking at Eddie who nodded at him encouragingly. “It’s okay, love” he said, soothingly.

“I’m-m s-sorry” you said, once Steve helped you finish the water.

“What?” Eddie asked, feeling his heart break a little. “What are you sorry for, love?”

“I d-didn’t mean to w-wake y-you” you managed to say, still trying to calm down.

“No, love, come here” Steve said, sitting back on the bed and bringing you with him.

Steve had his back against the headboard, with you in his arms and Eddie joined you, sitting next to the two of you, holding your hands and you instantly started playing with his rings.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything” Eddie insisted. “And we weren’t asleep” he said so you wouldn’t feel guilty.

“We just want to know how we can help you” Steve added. “Talk to us, sunshine” he said, kissing your head as Eddie kissed your hand.

“I had a n-nightmare” you said, quietly.

“You want to tell us what it was about?” Eddie asked, stroking your arm with his hand and he saw your eyes watering again.

“Only if you want to, love” Steve assured you.

“W-we were uh… b-back there” you said, knowing they would understand that you meant the Upside Down. “B-but you stayed back with m-me and Eddie and Dustin went with Nancy and Robin” you explained. “And the b-” you cried. “The bats m-made you fall a-and the tentacles things g-grabbed you a-and you both” you started breathing heavily again. “A-and I couldn’t s-save you a-and I just-” you started crying again.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, sunshine” Steve said, tightening his arms around you.

“It was just a nightmare, princess, you’re safe. And so are we” Eddie said, sitting closer and wiping away the tears on your face.

“Yes, we’re here” Steve said. “And we’re going to protect you from anything” he said, kissing your head.

“Yes, we’re not letting anything happen to you” Eddie said, kissing your cheeks.

“And we’re not leaving you, okay?” Steve assured you and you nodded against his chest.

“Princess” Eddie said, his tone turning serious and you looked at him. “Has this happened before?” he asked, seeing the dark circles under your eyes. You slowly nodded and looked away.

“How long has this been going on?” Steve asked.

“S-since we came b-back from the Upside Down” you admitted.

“What? Love, that was weeks ago” Eddie said, looking at Steve and he knew he felt just as guilty for not noticing before.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“B-because the two of you were fighting a lot and I didn’t want you to worry about me” you said, shyly.

“Love, we’re always going to worry about you” Steve said, brushing your hair away from your face. “You’re our favorite girl” he said, kissing your temple.

“Does it happen every night?” Eddie asked, stroking the back of your hands with his thumb. You nodded, not looking up at either of them.

“Yes” you said quietly. “B-but” you sighed. “It’s always the one who’s on the couch” you told them.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked, frowning his eyebrows in confusion.

“If you’re not here, then I dream about y-you” you said, with your voice breaking while you looked up at him and a small tear rolled down your cheek. “N-Nancy and Robin come back without you a-and” you said, looking away. “S-so Eddie and I run to g-get you b-but it’s too late” you cried a little more and Steve quickly wiped your tears away. You then turned to look at Eddie who also looked like he was about to cry. “A-and if you’re not here I-” you sobbed. “I just dream about that n-night, b-but I couldn’t help y-you” you said, crying harder. “A-and the other one blames it on m-me and you tell me that you hate me b-because I couldn’t save you” you cried, feeling Steve’s arms tightening around you and Eddie moving closer to you, kissing your cheek.

"None of it was real, love" Steve said. "We're here with you, okay?"

“We always want you to tell us this stuff, princess” Eddie said, looking at you with his deep brown, puppy eyes. “We’re sorry we were being so stubborn we didn’t notice this happening to you” he apologized.

“Yes, we were being stupid and selfish, and we’re sorry that because of it you were going through this alone” Steve said, kissing your head repeatedly.

“It’s okay” you said, quietly.

“No, it’s not” Eddie insisted. “You were right. We should just be happy that we all made it out of there alive” he said.

“And we are definitely going to make it up to you” Steve said, smiling at you before the two of them then started peppering your face with kisses, reassuring you that you were okay, and whispering sweet nothings to you, making you let out a small giggle.

“There’s our girl” Eddie said, relieved to see you smile. “Do you want to watch a movie? We can watch E.T.” he suggested.

“Isn’t it like one in the morning?” you chuckled.

“So? We’re all free tomorrow” Steve shrugged his shoulders. “We can do whatever you want, love” he smiled.

“Can we watch Stand By Me?” you asked, loving how your boyfriends smiled back at you.

“Of course, we can, sunshine” Steve said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’ll go make popcorn okay?” he said, handing you over to Eddie, who gladly took you in his arms and helped you up to walk you to the couch before he started setting up the movie.

“I’m sorry I ate your Honey-Combs” you said, making him laugh a little.

“It’s okay, princess” he said, kissing your temple. “I just care that you’re alright” he said. “I’m really sorry” he said, pulling you closer.

“For what?”

“Y-you’re having these nightmares because-” he said, feeling his eyes water. “I just… I was so scared that something would happen to you and I had to-”

“I know, love” you smiled at him and kissed him.

“We both know” Steve said, coming with a bowl of popcorn. He kissed Eddie’s forehead and then yours before sitting down next to you. “I’m sorry too” he said, grabbing Eddie’s hand. “I love both of you” he said, pulling you to his lap.

“Me too” you said, kissing Steve’s cheek and then Eddie’s.

“Me three” Eddie smiled at the two of you. The truth was, he had never loved anyone so much in his life and there was nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you both safe. This was your favorite place in the world. Between them. Where nothing could hurt either one of you.

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As the song played with the credits, Eddie turned to look at you fully asleep on Steve’s chest and Steve resting his head on yours, asleep as well. He brushed his hand through Steve’s hair and kissed his forehead, waking him up.

“Let’s go to bed, love” he said and Steve nodded, getting up and carrying you with him. Steve gently placed you on the bed, careful not to wake you up while Eddie laid down next to you.

“Eddie” you whispered, snuggling closer to him and placing your head on his chest.

“I’m here, princess” he said, wrapping his arm around you. “Why does she keep doing that?” he chuckled when Steve laid down on your other side. “I saw her doing it with you too a couple of nights ago-”

“Listening to your heartbeat calms her down” he said, surprising Eddie while you grabbed Steve’s arm and wrapped it around you.

“W-what?”

“While you were in the hospital, I couldn’t pull her away from you. She always had her hand on your chest or rested her head… I guess she feels the same when she listens to mine” he said, grabbing Eddie’s hand when you pulled him closer. “It was the only way she would stop crying” he told Eddie, who looked down at you and kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, looking back at Steve. “I know what I did was stupid but… she was so scared, Steve, and I couldn’t let her or Henderson get hurt. I love you both so much, more than I thought I could love someone and I would do anything for you. I know I wasn’t thinking but I just-”

“I know” Steve said, pulling him closer and kissing his forehead. “I would have done the same thing if either one of you was in danger” he admitted. “Or Henderson, but don’t tell him that, he still needs to humble down” he said, making Eddie laugh a little. “But I get it” he nodded. “And I’m sorry I was being so stubborn when I basically did the same thing but… I was just… so scared” he said, feeling his eyes watering a little. “I just came back and you were-” he sighed, looking at you. “She was crying so much and screaming… she was so scared and I couldn’t do anything to calm her down” he said, looking back at Eddie. “You almost died” he said, crying a little. “Y-you almost left us and I couldn’t-”

“I’m sorry” Eddie repeated, getting closer to Steve and kissing his cheek. “I really am” he said.

“I know you are” Steve smiled, pulling both of you closer. “Just don’t do it again, okay?”

“I promise” he said, giving Steve another peck on the lips. “I love you” he said, closing his eyes.

“Me too” Steve whispered wrapping his arm tighter around his boy and his girl.

“Me three” you said before finally falling peacefully asleep with your boys.

The End

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A/N: ahhhh! I really hope you loves like it! I really enjoyed writing for Steddie, so I will be accepting Steddie requests :)

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: You get really into your weekend tryst with Steve and Eddie.

Warnings: Language, masturbation, squirting, mentions of blood, fluff at the end, slight female dom, stripping, cowgirl, semi-established poly relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, NSFW, and lotsa naughty touching!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

A/N: Hey there, hi there! This is my first venture in the writing world of Stranger Things fanfiction! I’m nervous as hell, lol. I’ve only seen a few episodes, plus bits and pieces of the series, so I am keeping this fic pretty basic and plotless (basically just some self-serving filth, dedicated to all of us Eddie/Steve/Reader lovers, and fellow Steddie lovers). I fell absolutely in love with Eddie’s character, then Steve’s, causing an inevitable calling into this fandom/show, becoming dazed by how unique it is.

Once I finish the series in full, I do intend on having more stories and plot-heavy things coming, but my drafts are piling up with ideas that won’t leave me alone, so here we are, haha. I have watched ALOT of Eddie and Steve to try and grasp their characterizations. Crossing my fingers that isn’t in vain. Anyways, y’all are the judges of that! ;)

Enjoy! - Kristen <3

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You’re not quite sure when it really started, but then again, what sane person could be? All the shit that’s been going down in Hawkins is supposed to be what shocks you, yet the fact of you ending up in a highly charged sexual relationship with both Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington - that wasn’t what anyone expected for a midwestern girl in a dizzying few weeks. And that’s who you had been before things began to shift and looks were exchanged. Was it a crippling fear leading to held hands, white knuckled grips nearly shredding flimsy bedsheets, or this irresistibly odd pull that connected you three together? It’s something you are not sure you’ll ever have the answer to.

Days began to bleed into one another, leaving behind worries about what others would think if they knew, rationality a passing memory. Everytime you gathered at Steve’s place or Eddie’s trailer, it became more heated than the last. Your introverted shell took a hit from each bruise Steve would paint across your thighs - an enriching deep red he’d use his mouth to clean with false apology, knowing you both fucking loved it. Eddie’s fondness fell into taking you hard enough to shatter some drywall behind Steve’s bed, fuck up his own bed, and render you unable to sit properly - leaving the two boys with cheshire-wide smirks at your shared friend group’s questioning. Eventually, your quieted persona broke apart in such a hungry manner that containing it wasn’t possible any longer.

Your parents had left you to watch the family pets and your one story home, some banquet in Indianapolis they were obligated to. You wasted no time in inviting your guys over, the first time you’d all be meeting at your place. Heavily tasked, you overly pampered yourself, in further detail, making sure your sheets were fresh, the beer was ice cold, and you were nice and prepared in… other ways. You used minimal makeup, a simple silk nightgown you took your last allowance payment to purchase, and your first real pair of lacy underwear. They were on their way to you by mere minutes…

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You are giddy, cheeks kissed with a heat, as you watch the freshly shaved expanse of your thighs bounce against one another in eager anxiety. It seems like Hawkins can always provide a natural soundtrack for whatever-the-fuck is happening in your life, so a thunderstorm isn’t the least bit surprising to you. It’s calming, giving you the courage to approach the door upon seeing them roll up in Steve’s car outside. You sneak a peek through your mom’s maroon drapes, Eddie’s hands moving rapidly in front of Steve’s face, before Steve palms his forehead in frustration, motioning to his radio. They’re arguing over music again.

You roll your eyes and grow impatient, thumping your knuckles across the glass to attempt attention. Steve is the first to see your action, scoffing at Eddie, who points back at him to place blame. You flip them the double bird, letting the curtains drop, unlocking your front door and pulling it open, standing in front with your arms crossed. Fucking you, fucking each other - boys will still be pain in the ass boys. Ruining my sexy reveal plan… little bitches.

They’d already begun to climb from the car, insulting each other, that is, until they see you in the doorway. Like dogs trying to race for a bone, Steve and Eddie clamber through your dad’s rain soaked AstroTurf, crushing your mom’s newly planted flowers underneath their shoes, stopping breathless and wide eyed on your doorstep.

“You know,” You start, allowing your hands to press into a rest upon your hips. “I really don’t want to let you in here now.”

Eddie looks comical, Steve perplexed.

“If Harrington wasn’t such an uptight little shit, I don’t think you’d be pouting right now, Y/N.”

“Oh, great, blame it on me for nearly blowing out my eardrums. You’re a real stallion, Eddie.” Steve retorts in a biting sarcasm.

“I know I did not blow my last twenty dollars on this fucking piece of fabric for you two to argue over the radio again,” You pause, an after huff finishing your statement. “And by the way, Munson, I’m not pouting.”

Eddie grins, doing that damn swaying back and forth shit that he does, hands clasping together behind his back. You and Steve both watch that chain slap across worn black fabric-an automatic reaction. “Yes you are.”

“You have a shitty poker face, Y/N.” Steve butts in.

“You’re really pissing me off, I hope you both know that.” You’re trying to glare, but the beads of raindrops slicking Steve’s neck and dotting Eddie’s leather jacket are firing your stance. That gnawing ache is a sharp stab between your thighs, a signal to the way you’ve been feeling so possessively lustful towards them lately, without either man even knowing your libido’s full extent.

“You know what they say. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Eddie is practically giggling, that pearly white smile so damned big that you forget your irritation entirely, turning around and heading down the hallway to your bedroom.

Both boys exchange looks, a slight worry tinting Steve’s furrowed brow when he says, “Dude… really?” Leave it to Munson to still be cracking jokes when you’re breasts are heavily visible through the satin, your body language a little different than Steve has seen before.

“I didn’t mean anything by it…” Eddie slightly falters, pushing your front door closed and flipping its deadbolt.

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When both boys venture to your room, they aren’t prepared for it. Lightly scented candles are lit on your desk, a greeting aroma that comforts them, your window open and your sheer pastel pink curtains are billowing out across your shoulder, which is moving along with your arm. Eddie’s teeth take hostage over his bottom lip, while Steve’s jugular tightens into a harsh swallow. You’re perched atop the window sill, nightgown around your waist, lace to the side, accompanied by two fingers easing in and out of your very wet cunt. You don’t let either partner get a word out, sliding a finger from yourself, a very noticeable shine causing Steve to adjust himself.

Eddie looks as if his willpower not to meet you at the window, undo his belt, slide your ass to the edge of the sill, lock your legs around his waist as he fucks you so hard you can’t form a coherent word for days-is dissipating rapidly. You hold that shining finger up to halt them.

“You’re wearing too much.” Is all you say.

They do that eye dart with the other, as if to communicate.

“Take. Them. Off.” You emphasize, leaving no leeway or patience.

Normally, Eddie would start bitching the second he is aware you have your music going. His teasing picks. But fuck if it’s not helping him shed every layer. Steve is silently doing the same, all that everyone is hearing is their own labored pants and the stirring squelch of your fingers. Eddie’s dark eyes are a glossy abyss, caving to blown pupils.

Steve is caught between staring at him to looking back at you. He is disheveled, that tremble snapping his wrist as he lowers his underwear, bare to your sights. His thick cock leaking and throbbing so bad he is on the verge of seeing stars. Eddie’s belt is undone is such a deliberately slow manner, that you catch Steve’s gone gaze to keep steady. It doesn’t help when Eddie slides those ring covered fingers beneath his boxer’s waistband, dragging his pants down in one, two-combo go, almost as if he’s caressing his thighs like the body of a guitar.

The tattoos littering his creamy skin have your mouth watering, plan nearly forgotten. Your fingers take a break, cunt clenching around them. You edge your teeth into the corner of your lip, a pinch so hard it breaks your skin. Eddie’s cock is in his hand, a rebellious challenge to your game. He is very aware you need him inside you. Shaking his head to purse his lips and blow off a strand of dark hair, the thin chain that contains his guitar pick is highlighted.

If you weren’t turned on beyond human comprehension, vision blurred from teary eyed want, it’d be funny that you and Steve moan in sync over that necklace. Your fingers give a harder press, leaving that tight and familiar pressure. You’re needy, floating, exposed.

“Come and undress me, please.” A little shyness leaks back out, your voice wavering on puddled words.

Steve is the first to seek you out, tapping your thighs up to press against his muscular waist, his thumb tilting your chin to meet his mouth in a slow and deliberate kiss, one that melts into a pathway to your neck.

More marks for later.

Steve is smiling against your skin, his left hand swatting yours from between parted thighs, easily hooking his digits into the lace and tugging as you unravel your limbs from their previous position around his waist. Your toes tip into dangle over your hardwood floor, lifting to help Steve get the flimsy fabric off, lewd strings of thick want stringing from you to the garment. He observes it, finger scraping the soaked crotch. “Jesus Christ, you’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

Steve is mewling out pet names, that’s how you know he’s a complete goner too. You still can’t speak, letting Steve. He’s not done yet, apparently. Pressing a lined touched down the valley of your breast beneath the gown, he rests his forehead to yours, that same hand that removed your panties hovering on your inner thigh. He can barely get the word out, but manages with a deep, “Yeah?”

You can’t close your eyes, don’t permit yourself to miss any moment. Nodding, you allow him to flatten his palm across your labia, absolutely destroying his hand with your slick, slapping the flesh a few times, making you shiver. He’s good at that. It’s when he takes two fingers and parts you, gathering a thick amount, that you whimper so loudly both men wonder if it’s too much. He flings the panties to the floor, looking hotly at your shared lover - Eddie Munson.

He’s a silhouette of sinful debauchery, hand gripping his erection, salivating for some instruction.

“Come here, Munson.” Steve shifts a little, presenting his soaked fingers to Eddie’s lips. The long haired rocker obliges, obscenely biting Steve’s digits into his mouth, sucking them dry, his hands wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

It’s a subtle depth they share, recently having ventured out into kissing one another. Steve was always more hesitant than Eddie, but Eddie had kissed males and females alike before you all hooked up. He was always patient, waiting. And as you watch Steve take Eddie by his neck’s nape, gripping a palmful of his long locks, their mouths smashing together hungrily - you admire, heart smitten. When they release, Eddie points at the floor, you slide off the window sill, letting him take you into his arms.

Eddie knocks a nuzzle with an easy knuckle graze against your cheek, bringing you into a kiss, his chest exhaling deeply, your arms lifting to give him access to stripping you completely, his warm flesh seeping through your nightgown, growing significantly over each piece of your flesh that gets uncovered. It falls to the floor. Satin, silk, whatever the fuck fabric it is. His fingers dance across the goosebumps that have appeared on your shoulders, just stroking, breaths unsteady. He dives into his usual hold, prepared to lift you onto the bed and place you on your back.

You shake your head, summoning that bravery you worked so hard to find. “Eddie go and lay down the bed.” Another laughable moment when your guys have such a shocked look on their face. Eddie does as told, resting his arms behind his head, tongue flat against his teeth. He’s at your complete and total mercy.

Lord help me… is this even real?

“Put a condom on him, Harrington. They’re in the drawer.” Your feet patter along the flooring, you slide a hand across Eddie’s thigh, teasing, smirking.

“Steve, if you don’t hurry up, man. I swear to fuck I’ll—“ Eddie tries, Steve cutting him off by making quick work of the task, securing the condom onto Eddie’s delicious length.

They are waiting on your next move, dark eyes expectant. Yeah, you can definitely do this. Your knees press into the bed as you climb into a straddle across Eddie’s thick thighs, your pussy dripping arousal that catches on his hipbone, making him squirm. You reach out for Steve’s hand, bringing it to cup you, giving him enough to coat the condom with, an aid for you. All four of their hands that have battled monsters, worked, played a guitar, yet they’re so gentle with you. It’s an empowering comfort, one that has you reaching back to take Eddie’s cock, nudging the head at your opening.

When he speaks, that honey soaked voice is deep, lost. It’s practically a whisper. “You sure you’re gonna be able to take me like this, Y/N?”

“What do you both think I’ve been preparing myself for?” And with that revelation, you sink down, eyes meeting Eddie’s, not breaking, even when your lids flutter wildly. You reach for Steve’s hand automatically, holding tightly for support.

Eddie inhales sharply, abdomen muscles flexing into a trembling series.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Eddie.” Your unshed tears have prickled the corners of your lids, slipping out. Damn if it doesn’t hurt like hell, stretching, sheathed, full. And you love every new sensation this position brings. Steve sees the tears first, slithering to swing his body around behind you, his cock pressed into your lower back, leaving behind a sopping wet spot. He reaches for your waist, one hand trailing down to part you the rest of the way, giving Eddie a full view of his cock being swallowed by your pussy.

The music on your cassette tape is climbing to the chorus, soothing your first assisted movement. Steve lays his chin on your shoulder and keeps his thumb pad over your clit, his thighs bumping your own. He helps you crest a riding rhythm over Eddie, moving with you, gaining stimulation from rutting against your backside. Eddie can’t take his eyes off you, dancing between Harrington, whom kisses your neck to your shoulder blade, finalizing his own fixated gaze on Eddie Munson.

Holy hell…

Steve’s help doesn’t go in vain, however, it only takes you a few more dipping movements until you’re on your own, hands falling back onto Eddie’s thighs, nails digging in, back arched, eyes now closed, in your own world that seeks out pleasure in shameless greed, a sole pearl of sweat descending beneath your breasts, hips rising and falling, taking. Eddie is balls deep in you and you know you won’t be able to walk for days, but you probably wouldn’t stop, even if someone came home. Steve lowers himself by Eddie, both mesmerized by you riding him into your mattress, speed picking up, the song’s beat blending into wind-whipped curtains. Eddie swears he’s having super human sight, as he is noticing everything in your room in hyper focus; Steve Harrington-hot as hell, a fucking saint for waiting to get off, a prime heroic example of that virtue called patience, biting his ripe lips, sharing looks that map out you and Eddie in a private perversion, you riding Eddie’s cock like the Queen angel herself, horns adorning your normal goddamned halo, your cassette player with that damned song, hell, even your girly curtains that have flowers on them.

His eyes roll back, cock swelling in the condom. He’s losing it, whining into a cry of heavy-hot jagged breaths. Your hands move back to Eddie's chest, vividly aware, you switch to yanking Steve into your embrace, a kiss so violent that you can feel that jawline knick your cheekbone on the way in. Breaking apart on swollen, damp mouths, you let yourself press flat across Eddie, breasts dragging along his inked chest, increasing the velocity of your thrusts. He’s a pitiful mess, clenching your waist with a feverish vice.

His breathing is exerted, reminding you how he looks when he’s playing a show or a solo for you and Steve. You tighten at the mental image, that invisible rubberband snapping, your resolve slashed apart. Your body is sprinkled with a hot red blush, thighs starting to shake. It doesn’t even take the normal touch you’d need to your clit to get off, no. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry, before you let out the loudest, downright embarrassing scream, birthed in your diaphragm- tear through your lungs and out of your mouth.

You don’t just cum. This unfamiliar feeling grows, invading you until it’s turned you inside out, and that tickling twist locks your muscles down, a gush of hot fluid coming from you and drenching Eddie, all the way down to the curls at the base of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck.” He coos, wound. Like a meek mouse, you fold, unable to hold yourself up, you collapse into your rockstar’s chest.

“Holy goddamned shit.” Steve pants, working a hand over himself, sliding back into his previous position behind you. You’re too weak to try and move on your own, sensitive. And you know Eddie is trying like hell to stay still and hold back.

Mere minutes have felt like hours, and you are grateful to Steve for helping your hips move again, as Eddie is mentally encouraged to force his hips into rough pumps from beneath. You’re burying your face into the inked expanse of Eddie’s chest, your cheek close to that guitar pick accessory. Eddie. He’s throbbing inside you and it’s clear he’s coming.

“Fuck, look at me, little girl.” He demands, zoned out completely that he isn’t even realizing how he’s just awakened a new kink in both you and Steve.

He pries you off his neck, cupping the back of yours… watching. It’s a moment. He reaches up with his other hand, his thumb caressing Steve’s cheekbone, running through his hair, the three of you just… observing, soaking in the other in one group motion. When Eddie comes it’s a brand new rift that has opened, one that none of you were aware could exist.

Eddie’s jugular constricts against a harsh gulp, lips slippery, eyes hauntingly beautiful in their bliss, and you are suddenly brimmed with warmth as he fills the condom full, breathing patterns stuttering, leaving the air blanketed in his lowly rasps. Steve helps you ride Eddie out, before you fall forward again, Eddie’s heartbeat thumping erratically in vibrations across your sternum and boobs. You ruffle your fingers throughout his sweaty mane, helping him catch his bearings. He’s spent for the moment, but you’re twitching, pulsating again, needing more.

Steve brushes your hair off your shoulder, aware you need a break and he needs you. Eddie, to his credit, recovers enough to help Steve slide you off him and onto your back, drenched and shaking. Eddie passes a fresh condom, using his teeth to open it, Steve barely able to get it on without combusting. No one vocalizes much right now.

Eddie ties off his own rubber, discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand, easing onto his side to watch you spread your legs wide open for Harrington to slope down into. You lock them around Steve’s upper back, hushing his worry you’ll be way too sore from all this. He doesn’t waste anymore time, letting Eddie guide his cock halfway, their joined hands pushing Steve into your sensitive walls. Ever the handsy man that Munson can be, he caresses the expanse of Steve’s back as he moves, tickles your ankles, swiping his fingers back and forth, switching to the cool metal his rings bring from knuckled brushes. You’re still outrageously wet that the sounds in your room are disgustingly whoreish, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s hand does pay attention to your neglected clit, which has gained some stimulation from Steve’s chest hovering into strokes, every time he presses back inside you.

“How about you two give me another show, huh? Think you can come together?” Eddie’s got that tone from the furthest pits down that it can come from. It’s hotter than hot, and you’re ready for more, Steve sure he’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t have any.

You let Steve take you harder than you can remember feeling him. His shoulder blades twist and shift to match his body’s chase. You hold tight, purposely clenching your pussy around him. It takes Eddie one hard press to your clit and a rather assertive smack to Steve’s ass and you both tip over the precipice, moaning out gibberish and pleas, rocking out every last bit of pleasure. Steve Harrington’s firm and round ass clenching upon his release, is a sight Eddie Munson will never get tired of.

Your tits heaving heavily, nipples hard, Eddie Munson won’t ever forget that image either. Steve collapses onto you, seeking solace on the swell of your bosom with a rosy cheek. You rub his sweaty, freckled back, your thighs beginning a shaking set of quakes you don’t even attempt to reign in. Eddie lays back down beside you two, pushing Steve’s chestnut locks off his forehead, giving you the very same treatment. Calming down in a minute’s ticking, Steve rolls to your other side, sandwiching you into the middle.

No one speaks, basking in the glow. That is, until Eddie breaks the silence. He would be the one to see it first. He runs a finger beside your right thigh on the white sheet, expecting you and Steve, who give him identical “What?” looks, to catch on quicker.

“Haven’t seen this come from her since we popped her cherry, Harrington.” Eddie smirks.

A stomach swooping humiliation settles in. Sure enough, right beside where your thigh was previously dangling above-is a small, but very present spot of bright crimson.

“Shit. This is fucking embarrassing.” Your bubble is bursting, your obsessive need to clean and cover up coming out. Eddie grasps you around the waist, shaking his shaggy hair.

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. It just means you won’t be able to sit down in public for the next week.”

Even Steve, the worrisome lover, is taking pride in it.

“Wonder if anyone will notice?” He joins Eddie.

But you know, whether everyone else can sense something or not, that you very much will. There’s always an open window to the truth, and that’s not just your window letting in a heavier storm.

I’ve fucking fallen in love with these two hot messes.

~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson & @lovelylangdonx (Idk who else to tag. Hope y’all don’t mind?)

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Things That Go Bump In The Night

October 16th: Fear Kink

Kinktober 2022

Summary: There’s been a few murders in town, are you right to be paranoid?

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, non-con, violence, murder (side characters), poorly written horror, stalking, abduction

A/N: This one gets dark my loves, please heed the warnings

8.9k Words

Part 2 Here | Part 3 Here

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It’s been a weird week.

A stressful week.

A very not okay week.

It’s coming on Halloween so the days are shorter and the atmosphere has changed, that was to be expected but what no one was expecting was for a local teen to be found dead.

Yeah Hawkins had it’s issue and series of unfortunate events but murder?

The unfortunate victim was Amy Welsh, she graduated High School in 85’, same as you. She was very superficial and not very nice but still, she didn’t deserve to be killed.

You walk into Family Video to meet up with your friends while rubbing the goosebumps on your arms. Ever since you left home you’ve had the eery sense that someone is following you. You know you’re being paranoid but what if you’re not?

Steve is behind the counter and his face lights up as you enter, you can hear Robin speaking with a customer a few aisles over.

“Hey, babe!” Steve’s warm smile instantly eases your worry and you make your way up to the counter.

“Hey, Stevie,” you return the smile as best you can but he notices somethings up.

“You okay?” His voice is hesitant and soft.

“Yeah, just been sleeping weird,” you admit.

Your home life is very similar to Steve’s except your family isn’t rich. Your parents travelled a lot for work and when they were back in town they always worked late hours. Honestly you didn’t mind, they weren’t exactly a thrill to be around.

But now that the stories of Amy’s murder is circulating around town you can’t help but find it hard to stay in your large, empty house.

You’re not exactly sure of the details of the murder, the police never officially gave a statement about that that part but “sources” have come forward and of course rumours spread like wildfire.

One person says it was one killer with a knife, another says it was multiple killers with guns, some say a chainsaw others say it was a cleaver or machete.

Whatever the real story is you don’t want to know. You’ve always scared easy, every weekend when your group has a horror marathon you’re usually hiding your face in the shoulder of whomever is closest.

“You wanna stay at my place tonight?” Steve’s voice cuts through your inner thoughts like a knife and you let out a shiver as you make eye contact.

There’s something intense behind his brown eyes but you can’t put your finger on what it could possibly be.

“No, that’s okay,” you turn him down, and for a split second you swear you see his jaw clench but when you blink and open your eyes his face is back to its usual mirth.

“You sure?” He seems a little earnest but you brush it aside as the concerns of your best friend.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you assure as Robin comes bounding behind the counter.

“Hey, slugger!” She addresses you with a chuckle.

“Hey, sport!” You huff a laugh.

For the rest of the afternoon you fall into an easy and relaxing atmosphere with two people you trust most, but every now and then you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

When the sun starts to set you decide you need to go home, you don’t stay out after dark anymore, even when you’re offered a lift by Steve or Eddie. You don’t want to return to a dark, empty house.

You walked to Family Video so you start to make the trek home, it’s not too far thankfully.

You curse at you’re own obliviousness, you got wrapped up in talking too long and you know you won’t make it home before the sun sets.

You pull your jacket closer to your chest and cross your arms as you start to pick up the pace, the eery feeling starting to return.

You look around the street for signs of life, hoping there were others out for a stroll but ever since the murder people have been staying indoors more.

You suck in a breath at the sound of heavy footsteps behind you, you swear they weren’t there before. You try to even out your breathing while inconspicuously picking up the pace.

Unfortunately the steps behind you seem to match your movements and for some reason it feels almost mocking?

You’re almost to your street so you make the decision to sprint the rest of the distance. When you break out into a run you hear a grunt from behind you, way too close for comfort, as they start to run too. You dig around in your jeans until your fingers wrap around the thin metal of your keys.

You can just make out the sound of heavy breathing coming from behind you, blood loud in your ears as your heart thump thump thumps against your rib cage, you feel a breeze of air against your neck like someone was reaching out to grab you but missed.

You push yourself a little harder when you see the front door of your house, you pull out your keys and in your struggle to find the right one you don’t see the loose cobblestone and you end up going pretty much A over T.

You let out a pained ‘oof’ as you land on your chest and the air is pushed from your lungs at the force of the impact, the palms of your hands and your knees skid across the pavement in your attempt to catch yourself but all that does is cause a sharp pain to shoot up your wrist.

A small panicked cry escapes your lips as you whip your head around to at least be face to face with your murdered but there’s no one there.

The street is completely empty and deadly quiet, if not for the pain shooting up your arm you’d swear this was a dream.

You let out a small choked breath as air refills your lungs, tears are tracking down your cheeks and you sniffle as you sit on the ground shaking.

There was someone chasing you… right?

Your palms are bloody as are your knees and you’re sure you’ve sprained your wrist.

The sun has gone down and you don’t want to be left outside. You’re mind has been playing tricks as of late, with the tragic event mixed with very little sleep and bit paranoia you supposed it could be possible you imagined being chased.

You reach out and collect your keys from where they fell before hauling yourself to your feet with a pained whimper, thankfully you left the flood lights on so you’re not completely sitting in the darkness.

You’ve also left a few lights on in the house as well as the tv, you don’t like return to the quiet.

You hobble over to the kitchen, wet a cloth and pull out the first aid kit from under the sink before sliding to the floor and resting your back against the cupboards. You clean around the scrapes, clearing away drying blood and small bits of dirt and gravel before applying some ointment and wrapping a bandage around the areas.

You do the same with your hands but with your left wrist you put on a compression glove to help the swelling, it once belonged to Steve who would constantly injure his wrists while playing basketball, he left it at your place and it was added to your first aid kit just in case.

Your muscles have started to go stiff from the terrified workout you just endured and all you want to do is soak in a warm bath but your sure that won’t help your wounds so you decide on a shower.

-x-

Eddie climbs the trellis up to your bedroom with practiced footing, he’s done this so much he could do it in his sleep, before quietly manoeuvring around your room and dropping his duffel bag on your bed.

He wasn’t going to chase you, the plan was just to scare you a little bit but when you broke out into a run a warm thrill shot right down to his cock and a primal part of him needed to catch you.

When you tripped and let out a pained sound, the tiny bit of his old self wanted to cradle you but he’s worked too hard on this plan to ruin it now, so while you were gathering your wits he quickly made his way behind your house.

He hears you down in the kitchen and assumes you were cleaning your wounds so he figures he has some time.

He opens your top drawer and pulls some clean panties out before throwing them behind him on the bed next to his bag, for the last week or two he’s been collecting some of your items, if things go to plan in a few days you’re going to mysteriously vanish.

When he hears you ascend the stairs he shoves the clothes into his duffel before slinking into the closet, he watches as you open your drawers and pull out some clean clothes before making your way across the hall into the bathroom.

-x-

Your shower is awkward and a little painful as you try to clean yourself with one hand while simultaneously trying to keep certain areas dry.

By the time you hop out of the shower the room is foggy and hot so you turn on the fan to clear the room before wrapping a towel around your torso.

You let out a high pitched shriek at the mess of words on your mirror before running to your bedroom and locking the door behind you, when you turn and face the room to grab your phone you notice your window, that was closed and locked before was now wide open as the curtains swayed in the light fall breeze.

You stand there, back against your door and eyes on the window, in complete silence as you listen for any sounds coming from the house or even your bedroom. When you don’t hear anything you go to your window and lock it tight before grabbing the phone on your bedside table and immediately calling Steve.

Steve picks up on the third ring and when he hears the urgency in your tone he tells Robin to cover the end of his shift and instantly leaves for your place.

When he hangs up you turn to survey the room noting the closet door, which was closed, was now wide open and on your vanity table, open and caked down to the stub, was the red lipstick you had bought as in impulse buy.

Your mind shifts back to the bathroom and you slide to the floor with a whimper, clutching the phone tightly to your chest.

have a nice shower?

The message, written in red, was scrawled in a neat cursive across your mirror.

You have no idea how quickly Steve showed up, it could have been five minutes or fifteen, but a loud tapping on your window has you screeching like a banshee.

You press your hand to your chest in hope it helps calms your racing heart down as Steve points to the lock on the window, you crawl across the floor and unlatch it before he’s sliding unceremoniously down beside you.

“What happened?” His voice is full of shock and concern as he takes in your appearance, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears and body covered in a few bandages.

“S-someone chased me h-home,” you stutter and lean into Steve to find some source of comfort, his arms instantly wrap you in a warm, secure hug.

“They chased you?” He squeezes you tight, “who was it?”

“Don’t know, I didn’t see them,” you shrug, “they were in my house.”

You’re trembling now and Steve rubs your arms in hopes of calming you down.

“Are you sure?” Steve’s voice is gentle but there’s a hint of disbelief there.

“They wrote on my mirror,” you pull away, voice getting slightly louder now that you feel that you have to prove yourself.

“They did?” His eyes lock onto yours as you nod.

He slowly stands from the floor, using the vanity table to haul himself up, and you let out a small whine, he gently pulls you up with him until you’re both standing.

“I’m gonna go check,” he tells you before heading over to the door.

“Steve, wait!” You try to pull him back but he gently pries your hands off him, “he might still be out there!”

“I’ll be fine, babe,” normally his arrogant chuckle would make you swoon but you can’t help but think that with an attitude like that it will get you killed.

You watch Steve enter the bathroom across the hall before he stares at you in confusion.

“C’mere,” he nods his head over.

Your hands shake as you quickly run across the hall, purposely avoiding looking down the hallway in case you saw something you didn’t want to see.

When you look at the mirror you feel your blood run cold as the unshed tears start to fall.

Your mirror is clean.

Not even a smudge or speck of dirt remains on it, it’s a bit wet from the humidity in the room but no traces of lipstick.

“Nothings here, babe,” his tone has a hint of condescension and you can’t help but sob.

Are you going insane?

“Have you been taking your meds, sweetheart?” There he goes with his patronising tone again.

“I have depression and anxiety not schizophrenia, Steve,” you snap.

“Hey, calm down I’m on your side,” he puts his hands up, “you said you’ve had trouble sleeping so maybe you’re just a little out of it, yeah?”

“I’m not making this up, Steve!” You stamp your foot in childish frustration.

“Babe, you didn’t actually see anyone chasing you and now you’re saying there’s messages being left on your mirror that clearly aren’t there,” his voice is irritatingly calm, like he’s talking down someone off a ledge.

“I know what I saw, Steve,” you glare at the older man.

“Okay,” he surrenders but you know it’s only to keep the peace, “alright, well how about you get dressed and I’ll check the rest of the house?”

You look down and your face heats up when you realise you’re still in a towel, the events of before causing you to completely forgo dressing.

You don’t answer but quickly walk back to your room and slam the door behind you in embarrassment as you grab new clothes.

-x-

Steve waits for your door to close before turning around and opening the linen closet.

Eddie stands there with a large grin plastered on his face but before he can say anything Steve places a finger over his lips and gestures towards your door, Eddie nods in understanding before quietly following Steve down the hallway and down the stairs.

When they’re in the kitchen Steve slaps the older man on the shoulder, “what the hell, Munson, you chased her!” His voice is a harsh whisper.

“I couldn’t help it,” he shrugs, “her fear does something to me.”

Well Steve can’t argue with that.

“And the mirror?” Steve’s hand go to his hips in his Disapproving Mom gesture.

“I went in to get her clothes, old and new,” he explains, “and I saw an opportunity so I took it.”

After a few minutes of contemplation Steve nods, Eddie was cutting it close but it could ultimately work in their favor. He’s just lucky Steve noticed the lipstick on the vanity as he stood up and quickly pocketed the item.

“I’m gonna drop her around your place tonight,” Steve tells the metalhead who’s face lights up, “she’s not going to wanna stay here.”

Eddie nods emphatically, excitement filling his stomach.

“Go home,” Steve pushes Eddie towards the door who easily allows himself to manhandled.

When he reaches the door he spins on his heels and presses a quick kiss to the former jocks lips before disappearing into the night.

-x-

A gentle tap at your door followed by Steve’s voice causes you to snap out of the melodramatic thoughts your brain was conjuring up.

Steve enters the room with a tiny smile filled with pity and it makes you feel silly because the more you think about it the more it seems impossible.

You never saw anyone chasing you and when you came back into your room the ruined lipstick tube wasn’t there so maybe you had imagined it all.

“I don’t want you being alone tonight,” Steve’s tone is soft, “I have to work the opening shift tomorrow to make up for leaving early,” he kneels in front of your seated form on the edge of the bed, you’re instantly filled with guilt and regret with calling Steve in a flurry of emotions, “but I called Eddie and he’s more then happy to keep you company for the night.”

You feel slightly embarrassed that Steve called Eddie but you have to admit that being around the metalhead might help you feel more comfortable.

You nod your head at his words, unable to find your voice at the moment, and he helps you stand.

You grab some clothes for tomorrow before locking your window and following Steve to his car.

-x-

Eddie scrambles around his trailer in a rush as he shoves pictures, panties, soiled clothing and other various items that once belonged to you in a lockbox and tucking it inside the vent in the corner of his room.

Seconds after he’s finished tidying his room up headlights flood the trailer as Steve’s car pulls up outside.

He grabs a pizza out of the freezer on his way past and chucks it in the oven before swinging the door open before you or Steve can even knock.

“Welcome to the Munson Mansion,” he dramatically bows, his usual antics cause a smile to twitch at your lips.

He steps aside and allows you to enter his humble abode, slightly leaning in to catch a whiff of your conditioner.

“I gotta go,” Steve doesn’t enter the trailer, instead choosing to say his goodbyes at the door.

You give him a timid wave and nod before walking into the kitchen.

Steve shares a look with Eddie before descending the steps and driving away.

Eddie turns to observe you, your form a little more hunched in on yourself as you fiddle about in his kitchen.

He hides a grin behind his hair at your obvious terrified state, proud of himself that he’s the one that caused it.

-x-

You collect some paper plates out of the cupboard, knowing Eddie prefers them to the usual ones, as you wait for the pizza to cook.

It’s a few minutes before Eddie silently joins you in the small kitchenette and he deliberately crowds your space causing heat to blast your cheeks.

You shyly look up and are taken back a bit when he’s already looking at with with an intense gaze.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hi,” you mimic.

He grins at that before wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight hug. You lean further into his embrace and let out a sigh as Eddie’s hug works it’s magic.

He’s always been the best at calming you down.

Time slows down as he rocks you gently back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, you feel fatigue creeping into your senses but before you can fall asleep the oven timers shrill riiiiiing has you jumping out of his hold with an alarmed shout.

Eddie quickly shuts it off before grabbing your shoulders and massaging the tense muscles, allowing you to take your time in coming down from your fear.

You take your pizza to Eddie’s room and watch in relative silence while a movie plays in the background, huddled in close to the warmth of the metalhead.

By the time you’ve finished eating and the food has settled in your stomach you can feel yourself start to drift off, you’re slightly aware of Eddie saying something, though for the life of you you can’t imagine what he said, as he manhandles you into a lying position underneath his covers.

-x-

He shuts the tv off surrounding you both in complete darkness. Eddie watches as you turn to face the wall in your sleep before sidling up behind you and pressing himself flush against your back.

Eddie waits patiently for your breathing to even out before giving you a gentle shake, when he’s sure you’re dead to the world he allows himself the opportunity to indulge in a few of his selfish needs.

He presses his erect cock against the soft swelling of your ass before tucking your hair between your neck and shoulder, fully exposing the nape to him.

He leans in and attaches his lips to the skin before sucking a dark bruise into a spot he’s sure your hair will cover. You let out a soft sigh in your sleep causing his to drive his hips forward.

He lifts your shirt, revealing your panties before he pulls his cock from his boxers, he grinds his member against the soft material of your underwear repeatedly before reaching around and flicking your clit over the thin fabric.

You subconsciously seek out his touch as you move your hips slightly forward and he groans against the bruise on your neck.

When he feels on the verge of his climax he regretfully pulls away and quickly tucks himself back into his boxers before continuing to grind against you, if he cums on you it could ruin things.

When he cums it’s quick and not as satisfying as it would be if he got to do it inside you but that time will come.

Your subconscious keening turns into small whimpers as he pulls his fingers away, denying your orgasm. He needs you wanting for more.

-x-

When you wake up it’s due to the light peeking from the curtain directly into your eyes, usually Eddie closes the blinds completely but he must of forgot.

You let out a small sigh, memories from last night flooding your mind but instead of feeling fear you feel silly, why would a murderer be after you?

In the light of day you feel much braver, you also feel more well rested then you have in a long time.

When you readjust your position, your arm getting a little sore and numb from laying on it in a weird angle, you notice two things:

One: your hands, knees and muscles are stinging from the fall yesterday.

Two: you’re very aroused right now.

Every move of your thighs cause a burst of pleasure to pulse through your clit. You silently groan when you feel your damp panties sticking to your wet folds.

Eddie is pressed so tight against you he’s like a second skin, this was all usual behaviour from the older man, as soon as he’s asleep he’s like an octopus all limbs pulling you close and suctioning you to him.

Not that you minded of course.

You turn and bury your head in the pillow to drown out the light and hopefully fall back asleep but unfortunately once you’re up, you’re up.

It’s surprisingly not long before Eddie groans and slowly ascends into the waking world, he usually wakes up around midday.

He sleepily presses a kiss to your neck, unbeknownst to you it’s over the spot he bruised last night, and you swallow back a small mewl at the feeling of his soft lips.

“Mornin’,” he’s voice is deep and croaky but it makes you clamp your thighs shut, already dealing with a mass of hormones and he’s not helping.

“Morning,” your tone is more soft.

You end up staying in bed lounging around for a few more hours, slowly allowing your bodies to get up on their own before the grumbling sound of your stomachs ruin the serene atmosphere.

Eddie grabs two bowls from the cupboard and begins filling them with cereal as you walk into the living room and turn on the tv.

Loud noise instantly fills the room, scaring both you and Eddie as he drops the spoon into the bowl with a clank, and you rush to turn it down.

A red banner runs across the screen as the news reporter continues with their story.

TEENAGE GIRL FOUND DEAD IN HER HOME THIS MORNING. SECOND VICTIM IN HAWKINS

You let out a gasp and fall back on the couch, hand over your mouth as you listen to the report.

“The young girl was found this morning by her parents, police have finally decided to release a statement.”

The screen switches to Jim Hopper, Chief of Hawkins Police, standing in front of a crowd of reporters.

“It’s with a heavy heart that we confirm the victim was Carol Perkins,” Chief Hoppers gruff voice causes a shiver down your spine, “her parents were out of town and she was spending the night with her boyfriend.”

“Where is her boyfriend now?” A unseen journalist calls out.

“As of this moment, Tommy Hagan, is missing.” Hopper states.

“Is he a suspect?”

“Should we be worried these murders will continue?”

“Is this a serial killer?”

You watch as Chief Hopper is bombarded with questions, his sneer is becoming prominent as irritation builds.

Before he can answer the tv goes dark and you sit up in alarm, Eddie stands besides you with the clicker in hand and is wearing a frown.

“Enough of that,” he tuts, handing you a bowl, “it’s too early in the day.”

You go to complain but he gives you a stern look and your mouth snaps closed.

My god, Carol, she was horrible to a lot of people in school, you included, but you don’t know if she deserved this.

Eddie joins you on the couch after retrieving his bowl of Mr. T cereal, you eat in tense silence as the report plays over and over in your head.

After breakfast you head back into Eddie’s room and get dressed for the day, Eddie waits for you to exit his room before he gets dressed himself.

“Can you take me home?” you ask the metalhead as he enters the living room.

“Are you sure?” The look he gives you is skeptical but you nod.

“Yeah, I’ve had time to think and I probably overreacted a little bit,” you nervously chuckle as you scratch your arm.

Eddie eyes you warily but doesn’t say anything, he just shrugs and picks up he keys before walking you to the door.

When you arrive home a bit of fear hits you but you push it down.

“Want me to come in and check the house?” Eddie’s offer is sincere but there’s that same hint of something in his voice that Steve had.

Disbelief? Condescension? Playfulness?

You shake your head and smile at his offer regardless before opening the car door and slipping down to stand on the pavement.

“I’ll call you when I get home, kay?” Eddie smiles and you nod.

“Okay,” he give him one last reassuring smile before heading up to your front door and unlocking it, Eddie doesn’t leave until you’re inside.

-x-

When he arrives back at his trailer Steve’s car is parked out front, the boy nowhere to be seen.

Eddie enters the trailer and smirks at the man who is tiredly slumped against the couch.

“Carol?” Eddie scoffs, “I thought you were going after her little red-headed friend, Nicole?”

He goes to the kitchen and pulls out two cans of beer before walking back over to Steve and offering him one.

“I was but when I went to fill up on gas Tommy and Carol were there being dicks so I thought ‘why not push them up the list?’” Steve presses the cold can against his face where a bruise is forming.

“What happened?” Eddie asks as he cracks open his beer.

“Tommy,” is all he says with a grimace.

“Speaking of,” Eddie takes a large gulp of the low percentage alcohol, “where is he?”

“At the moment he’s in the large furnace at Brimborn Steel Works,” Steve huffs a chuckle, “his car is ditched behind the factory.”

“Well hopefully it’ll keep the cops busy for a while,” Eddie nods.

They sit in silence as they drink their beers, both of their minds on you.

“How was she?” Steve asks when he crushes the can.

“Spooked,” Eddie grins, “very clingy.”

Steve rolls his eyes with a smirk, “she go home okay?”

“She seemed better this morning although the news report effected her,” Eddie stands with his own crushed can in hand, “when she got home she looked like she saw a ghost.”

He makes his way over to the phone, momentarily forgetting he promised to call.

“I can’t wait anymore, Eds,” Steve groans.

“Me either,” the metalhead agrees.

“Tonight then?”

“Yeah, tonight,” they share a dark grin between them as Eddie dials your number.

-x-

You made yourself busy throughout the day, cleaning and washing before calling both Nancy and Robin.

You asked if they wanted to hang out or do something tonight but they had plans to go out on a date, they had offered you join them but you’d rather not be a third wheel.

Your scrapes have healed better over night, there’s a slight sting every now and then but it’s minor. Your muscles ache more then your scrapes and your wrist still smarts.

Eddie called this morning only to tell you he’s home which you appreciated, he said he’d call back later.

You need to go out shopping but you’ve bunkered down your house and you don’t want to leave the safety of its confines, especially when it’s so late in the day.

You sit on the couch and put on a movie to pass the time, making sure almost every light is on in your house. The movie is a comedy, in fact all the movies you have piled up next to the vcr are comedies.

You let out a small shudder as rain starts to pelt against the tiling of the room, forgetting entirely about the storm that was approaching.

You turn the volume up on the tv and snuggle closer into your blanket, you look over to the kitchen window, the living room and kitchen were joined, and you can see the sky turn dark from the clouds through the slips in the curtains, it almost seeming like nighttime instead of afternoon.

Halfway through your second movie the warmth from the blankets and the rain lulls you into a restless sleep.

Rain was like a sleeping pill to you, always succeeding in making you drowsy and that paired with the coziness of your blankets managed to send you off to sleep every time.

You wake up to a crack of thunder that you swear shakes the house, you curse yourself for falling asleep, even though it wasn’t that long if the movie that’s still playing is any indication. The house is still lit up like a Christmas tree and that helps still your racing heart.

You can no longer hear the tv over the raging storm outside but you’re content to just watch the images flick across the screen. You move to check your answering machine to see if you missed a call but to your disappointment it’s empty.

Checking the analogue clock on the wall you do a double take, 8:05? When you fell asleep it was still early evening, barely 6:00 and the movie was already half way finished. This being one of your favourite movies you know it’s not that long.

You check your watch just in case the one one the wall stopped but no 8:06. Your blood runs cold as you pick up the clicker and check the volume on the tv.

VOLUME 0

Just as the horrifying realisation hits that you’re not alone the power cuts out and your thrust into complete darkness.

You let out a terrified screech before slapping your hands over your mouth, you try to listen but the storm outside is covering any and all sounds.

Your head snaps around the room, eyes darting to survey the area but they haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet so you can’t make out anything.

You squeeze your eyes shut and and try to force them to adjust before snapping them open.

You let out a scream when you see a shadowy figure standing in the corner of the room and you instantly jump from the couch and run to the kitchen, unfortunately your ankle tangles in the fabric of the blanket and you trip to the floor for the second time in the span of twenty four hours.

You let out a shriek as the figure starts walking towards you, clearly at a leisurely pace finding amusement in your predicament, you kick your legs forcing the blanket away before jumping to your feet.

Unluckily for you the intruder is now right there and harshly shoves you until you collapse back onto the floor.

You let out a scream of terror as you try to crawl backwards but you don’t get far before you’re hitting something solid behind you, you look up and let out a whimpering cry as another dark figure looms over you.

While your attention is on the the second man, the first kneels to the ground before grabbing your ankles and sliding you until you’re lying flat against the floor.

You struggle against him as he straddles your thighs but he’s much larger and stronger then you and all it’s doing is wearing you out, but you continue to push at his chest regardless.

You abruptly stop your movements when he pulls out a knife, you can’t see it properly in the dark but you can make out the outline.

You whimper out in fear but the rain muffles your sounds as the man on top of you brings the knife down, using the back of it to trace a line down your cheek.

The tip of the knife follows the tear tracks down your face to your jawline before pulling the cold metal back.

You jump underneath him when the second guy, completely forgotten by you, flicks on a torch. You squint and shut your eyes as the light is pointed directly in your face before it’s placed on the side table beside you, the torch illuminating a small part of the room.

You blink a few times and feel a new wave of fear wash over you at the lifeless mask that stares down at you, when you risk a quick glance at the man above you is wearing an identical mask.

The second man grabs your arms, even though you weren’t struggling anymore, and restrains them against the cold floor with his hands, warm leather rubs against your forearms and you let out another sob at the burning in your sprained wrist.

The first man brings the knife back to your face and scrapes the metal up your cheek to gather your tears on the blade before moving it to his face, he uses his spare hand to lift the bottom of the mask and makes a show of licking the blade clean of your salty tears.

You cry harder as you hear them laughing over you and you start to struggle again when the first man brings the knife to the collar of your shirt and starts to cut.

A sharp slap is delivered to you face and it causes your head to snap to the side with the force of it making you momentarily give up the fight.

There’s a ringing in your ears and your cheek burns but you try to regain your focus, by the time you do your shirt is in complete tatters and it’s thrown aside exposing your naked torso to the men.

You begin to cry in fear and pain as the second man rests his knees on the palm of your hands, successfully remaining to restrain you, as he cups your chest.

Your hands start to lose feeling with the weight of him but that’s the least of your concerns as he starts to fondle your breasts. The first man continues to cut away your clothes as the second pinches your nipples cruelly between his fingers and pull them until there’s a sharp pain and you have to arch your back to try and lessen the sting.

He lets go but immediately cups the squishy flesh in his palms before pushing your tits together and shaking them to watch them jiggle, clearly enjoying himself.

You’re terrified and humiliated at the treatment your receiving and it only gets worse as your lower half is finally exposed to everyone.

The men once again share a dark chuckle between them as the first guy cups your pussy. You try to move back but you’re completely and utterly restrained by the two and any movement just causes his hand more firmly against you.

The leather from his glove emits a strange feeling, and you instantly hate yourself when you feel your clit throb in interest.

When the first guy pulls his hand away he looks at the glove before laughing and showing the second man, you feel your face burn in embarrassment at the obvious shine to the material.

The first man slides back a little to get a better view of your pussy before grabbing your thigh with his spare hand and spreading you open more.

You start to struggle again, his new position giving you a little more room to fight but he rears his hand back and brings it down harshly on your clit, the smack loud enough to be heard around the room.

You cry out in pain as he cruelly takes the swollen nub between his thumb and index finger and pinches, you know this is a warning and you nod your head hoping to convey your compliance without words.

He thankfully releases his hold and you choke out a sob at unbearable pain between your legs.

He rubs over your clit but it does nothing to smooth the sting but with his other harsh treatments you don’t believe that was his intention.

He pulls his hand away briefly but before you can react he’s shoving three fingers into your tight hole, you let out a strangled sound mixed between a sob and a groan. You hate yourself at how wet you are, there was barely any resistance as he slammed inside you.

He starts an unforgiving pace, thrusting his fingers down past the knuckle, curling his fingers in a come hither motion before pulling out almost entirely and repeating the action.

You thrash your lower half trying to get him to stop but as much as you fight it your body is responding to his touch.

The second man is still obsessively playing with your tits, pulling and flicking the nipples before pinching bits of fat around the areola and creating small, dark, crescent shaped bruises around the skin.

As the rain softens down to a gentle pat pat pat against the tiles of the roof it’s more obvious of what’s happening.

The squelching of your pussy starts to fill up the newfound quiet of the room along with your whimpers and sniffles.

The second man moves back slightly but pulls your arms taught so they stay beneath his knees, you can’t feel you hands now and you’re positive that your knuckles will be bruised and bloody by the end of this, not to mention how worse your sprained wrist will be.

He leans forward and you have to turn your head to the side otherwise you’d suffocate in the thick material of his hoodie, you let out a garbled gasp, your throat filled with a a thick layer of mucus from all the crying, at the wet heat that envelops your nipple.

The second man must have lifted his mask as he sucks your nipple into his eager mouth. You hiss as he grazes his teeth over the sensitive peak before he takes a mouthful of your breast in his mouth, nipple included as he starts to suck hickies into the skin.

As Guy #2 makes out with your tits, full on slobbering and moaning into the curves of your chest, Guy #1s movement pull away completely.

You let out a relived sigh, but a tiny tiny part of you is disappointed at the loss. The relief is short lived as he gently pushes Guy #2 back, who reluctantly pulls away, before pulling the glove off his right hand and bringing it to your face.

Your cheeks are soaked with tears and you have mucus and phlegm around your nose from how hard you’ve been crying but that doesn’t deter Guy #1, instead he runs his hand over your face, gathering the moisture before bringing it down to his cock, you didn’t even realised he had pulled it out.

He coats his length in your fear, pumping a few times as he watches your chest, covered in bruises and fingernail marks, rise and fall.

The only warning you get is when he nods to the man behind you before he’s manhandling your thighs and he’s forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist, you do so begrudgingly.

He slips into your heat with no resistance and starts a quick pace. You close your eyes and breathe out of your nose, furious with the moans building in your chest.

Guy #2 pries your mouth open and shoves two fingers into the wet cavern before thrusting in time with Guy #1. You clamp down on his leather clad fingers and he lets out a shout, more in shock then pain, the gloves are pretty thick, before he reaches down with his right hand and wrapping it tightly around your neck.

He tightens his grip and you let go of his fingers with a choked whine, kicking your heels against Guy #1 as your eyesight goes splotchy at the lack of air.

He lets go out your throat but keeps his fingers in your mouth as you choke and fight to gulp in air around his digits but to no avail, you suck in just enough air to keep you conscious but at the moment you don’t know whether that’s a good or a bad thing.

You hear Guy #1 laugh as he picks up his pace, each movement causing your back to rub uncomfortably against the carpeted floor, creating a burn across your underside.

Guy #2 shoves his fingers deep into your mouth until they’re rubbing against the back of your throat, you start to gag as you feel bile build up but before you manage to vomit he pulls his fingers out completely. You suck in large breaths of air and it causes you to become light headed.

You sniffle as a fresh wave of snot gathers at the base of your nose and tears slide down your face into your hair.

As you try to recuperate Guy #2 unzips his jeans and takes his cock out, you’re brought back to the moment and he moves forward so he’s almost kneeling over your head.

You let out a whimper of dread looking at the large cock above you, there’s no way that thing could fit in your pussy so you doubt you could fit it in your mouth. It was not only long but it was thick.

Guy #2 visibly preens at your stunned and slightly fearful reaction, he pushes his jeans until they’re below his knees gathered around his ankles before he brackets your head between his thighs.

His knees are no longer restraining your hands but they’re so stiff and sore you can’t bare to move them.

He snaps your head back until you’re basically looking upside down between the inside of his legs, his heavy balls rest on the bridge of your nose as he starts to push his cock into your mouth.

Unlike Guy #1, he decides to take his time, probably worried you might bite down onto his dick in reflex if he rushes.

You slacken your jaw and open it as wide as you can as he pushes in, inch by inch until the tip is nudging against the back of your throat.

You think back to the advice Nancy had given you one time when you were talking about past experiences.

“When you feel like you’re going to gag, swallow around the length,” she giggled at your facial expression, “Steve was really big and it took some time to learn but eventually I became a pro, just remember a few simple things:

-practice with your fingers or toothbrush

-when you feel like gagging breathe through your nose

-pinch the skin between your thumb and index finger

-humming can also work”

You remember feeling a little jealous of Nancy basically rubbing it in that she used to fuck Steve but now you’re thankful for the tips.

You swallow around the head as it pushes past your gag reflex and squeeze the skin between your thumb and index finger, miraculously it actually works.

Guy #2 lets out a grunt that sounds almost familiar but before you think more on that his pelvis is hitting your face as he bottoms out in your throat.

You feel thick saliva starting to build up in your mouth as your airway is cut off, you let out a choked groan as you try to slap him but your hands are still too sore to move.

Thankfully he pulls back and you cough around the length as spit dribbles from your mouth. He gives you barely any time to recover before he pushing all the way back in.

The rain has started to pick up just as the men start to get louder with their moans of pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut and keep going over Nancy tips in your mind, it gives you a brief reprieve from your situation.

Every time Guy #2 bottoms out he cuts your air off, you feel his cock throb and twitch as your throat constricts around him. He lets out debauched moans every time you hum and swallow around his length.

You swear he sounds so familiar but your mind is extremely hazy and you can’t make heads or tails of anything right now.

You feel someone’s fingers press down against your neck, they both let out depraved moans at the obvious bulge in your throat.

He pulls his cock completely out and you cough around nothing, you’re starting to feel the dull throb of a migraine approaching as you gasp for air, you spit the excess drool comprising of a mix of his salty precum and your saliva out of your mouth and if you weren’t so exhausted you’d retch at the warm sticky feeling of it sliding down your cheek and neck and into your hair.

Guy #1 has quickened his pace back up, he had slowed it to to watch as you were throat fucked. Your insides are rubbed raw, first from the harsh treatment of the leather gloves and now from the repetitive motions of his dick against your sensitive walls.

You can only manage to whimper as he rubs a finger over your abused clit, all the fight drained from your body.

Guy #2 jerks his cock over your face, his hand occasionally grazing your forehead and nose at the quick motion as he watches the cock of Guy #1 penetrate your pussy.

He lets go of his cock suddenly and snaps your head back to its previous position before quickly sheathing his cock all the way back down your throat.

With barely any warning on his onslaught you weren’t able to prepare and you start choking and retching around his cock. He ignores your struggles as he leans forward, the new angle almost dislocating your jaw, he comes almost face to face with your pussy and can’t help but suck the little red nub between his lips.

You scratch and claw at either of the guys, slapping the ground violently as your vision starts going hazy and panic starts to set in. You’re completely ignored and without realising how close you were your orgasm rips through you like a tsunami. You were so preoccupied with everything else happening that you couldn’t even imagine cumming.

Both pain and pleasure from your orgasm shoots through every inch of your body and that mixed with the lack of airflow has you slipping into unconsciousness.

The last thing you hear before passing out was simultaneous groaning coming from the men followed by curses.

-x-

Once Eddie and Steve fuck you to completion they realise that you’re not moving.

“Fuck, pull back!” Eddie curses as he pushes Steve’s shoulders.

He immediately pulls his softening cock from your mouth, his member twitching slightly as some of his cum slides out with it, but his main focus is your health.

“She better not be fucking dead, Steve,” Eddie’s voice is slightly panicked as he watches Steve turn your head on the side.

He checks your pulse and lets out a relieved sigh, “just passed out.”

They both slump back in a relaxed postures, throwing the masks to the side as they watch your chest slow down to a normal pace. Your body is covered in sweat and bruises and they both smirk at their handy work.

Steve moves to do his jeans up and Eddie follows his lead before moving more to the side. Steve takes Eddie’s previous position between your legs before leaning down and sucking the metalheads cum out of your pussy.

He smiles against your folds as he feels your walls twitch and flutter around his tongue. Eddie moves to slot his mouth against yours, he lets out a little sound of disappointment at your lack of response before he decides to forgo the kiss and just lick Steve’s essence out of your mouth. He doesn’t get much seeing as Steve fucked most of it down your throat already but he does get a decent amount.

When he pulls back he holds the cum on his tongue and waits for Steve to finish, Steve had the same idea as Eddie as his mouth is filled with yours and his shared cum.

They lean over your unconscious body and press their open mouths together, tongues instantly meeting in the middle to swap around the mixed body fluids until they both have a taste of all three of you in their mouths.

When they sit back Eddie spits some remnants into your open mouth, watching as your throat sleepily swallows it down.

Steve stands from the ground with a grunt before stretching, his muscles start to pop and click and he lets out a groan at the pleasant feeling.

They lay you on the couch then go about collecting some final things of yours, making sure it doesn’t look like you’ve ran away.

Eddie comes back over to your sleeping form with a syringe and two empty blood bags in hand, they’ve been planning this for months, before he is removing some of your blood. When done he puts a little band aid over the small red mark and helps dress you in nice pair of pyjamas.

He hands one of the bags to Steve who then uses it to spread blood around the living room and your bedroom while Eddie starts to trash the rooms making it look like a struggle broke out.

When finished and the house is in a state that is familiar to the other crime scenes, Steve picks you up and cradles you against his chest with care and Eddie throws a thick blanket over your back to shield your from the harsh drops of the rain before making their way to Eddie’s van.

“Okay, let’s go over the plan one last time,” Steve sits in the back of the van with both you and Eddie.

“We go to Brimborn Steel works,” Eddie explains as he pulls out another syringe with a tinted blue liquid, “you take Tommy’s car and drive it out of town before ditching it in the woods,” he continues as he inserts the needle into the vein in your left arm, “you spread blood across the car and in the boot and then we go back to your place.”

Once the syringe is empty he caps it and chucks it aside, the anesthesia should keep you knocked out for the rest of the night.

“Good, let’s go.”

Eddie hops in the front and Steve remains in the back, absentmindedly stroking your hair. Steve’s parents are… no longer in the picture… in a few weeks he will receive the inheritance and neither he or Eddie will have to worry about much.

There’s an old storm cellar underneath the pool shed that they’ve converted into a makeshift room. They cleaned it out and put in a nice bed and a dresser, there’s even a separate bathroom with a small shower stall. When they know you’ll be good they plan on running an extension cable into the cellar so you can watch movies.

Yes. Their plans were all coming together now.

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midnight-munson · 2 years

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Show | Eddie x Reader x Steve

Summary: Eddie likes to show you off, and what better person to show you off to than Steve Harrington, the man of both your dreams? GN! READER!

Warning: 18+, SMUT, hand job (male receiving), pet names, kissing, coming untouched, thigh riding, threesome, teasing, exhibitionism. Non-descript reader (not even gender is mentioned!)

Request: No!

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: My first Eddie x Reader x Steve piece! I've wanted to do this for ages, and this is just a little taster, but I hope you enjoy all the same! Also haven't written any smut in like two months so, getting back into the groove.

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Eddie’s always been a little selfish when it comes to you. It made sense, he didn’t want to share such a beauty, but he also knew that he could never keep you locked away. And you never wanted to be locked away, you liked being on show for people. You enjoyed the thrill of their gaze on you, loved the idea that you could string them along like a donkey wanting a carrot, and knew that you could turn them into putty. But you also loved how Eddie always wanted to show you off, whether on his arm or on his bed. The various tapes hidden at the back of his closet would attest to that.

But you’d never gone this far, never invited someone else into your cozy abode, even if you’d always wanted it. So when Eddie came to you with the idea for someone else to watch, you couldn’t help but nod, then nearly shake with glee when he told you that Steve was the person in mind.

And here you were, on Steve’s bed, between the two men, trying to control yourself as you rutted against Eddie’s thigh, already so high with need. It was like the heat was overwhelming, Eddie’s hands on your hips and Steve’s gaze on your lust-filled face, watching you with kiss-bitten lips and a hand that couldn’t help but rub against the front of his jeans.

“You see that, baby? See how horny Stevie is already? Keep moving, just like that doll. Let him watch.” Eddie’s hot breath fanned against the skin of your neck, his long hair brushing your face and when he littered kisses down the side of your jaw, you couldn’t help but gasp, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

But then there’s Steve, tapping your naked knee with a wicked smirk, eyes locked with yours as he starts to trace patterns against your knee.

“C’mon now, do what Eddie told you. Eyes on me, pretty thing. You don’t want to be punished, do you?” His sudden change in attitude shocked you, expecting him to be this sweet and soft man that is barely brave enough to kiss you with Eddie near, let alone tease you. Yet here you are, and soon Steve’s middle and pointer finger are at your lips, pressing against them and wordlessly asking to enter. He moans without hesitation when you lick between his fingers, watching you with hooded eyes, and Eddie is in heaven.

None of you has really touched yourselves, trying desperately to hold off until you’re all at the peak, but suddenly you’re so close, the denim of Eddie’s jeans right up against your groin, the friction so good. You don’t want to come too early, want to enjoy it with your boys, push them to the edge a bit more before you’re spilling with need, but then Eddie’s taking you by the hips and moving you harder, faster against his thigh, and Steve is kissing you, all up in your space and sucking the air from your lungs in the most delicious way.

‘Eddie, please, oh fuck, please.” You’re begging in the way Eddie loves, leaning your back against him and trying to get him to do more, push you further, but he just laughs, smirking at Steve as the brown-haired ex-jock sucks a mark into the skin of your shoulder.

“You hear that, Harrington? Hear how well they beg? Best sound in the world, I swear.” Steve’s shaking his head eagerly to Eddie’s words, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your waist. “C’mon darlin’, a little more for me, I think Stevie boy wants to see you come.”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, keep rocking on Eddie’s thigh for me, such a good little thing.” You’re coming then, with hardly any touches to your core apart from tough denim. It’s the words that got you, the harsh breaths in the warm room, the slight touches between Eddie and Steve, passed off as accidental brushes even though you knew they were anything but. You were sinking into Eddie, moaning against the material of his band shirt, and he was laughing like the cruel man he was, still moving you along his thigh, soaking the juices into the denim.

Steve’s patting your hair, helping you calm down as the aftershocks rattle your body and Eddie lets you drop down to the soft mattress below. You know it isn’t over, don’t want it to be over, and you can see how hard Eddie and Steve are straining against their jeans, but you need a minute.

And they give you that minute, when Eddie pulls Steve to him, eliciting a surprised sound from Steve, with the metal head shoving a hand into Steve’s jeans. Steve lets out a breath like he’s been punched in the gut, the sudden feeling of friction on his cock is overwhelming, and Eddie is so close, senses near overloading as Eddie jacks him quickly, pants pushed down to thick thighs and Eddie’s hand tangled in Steve’s hair.

It’s a sight, a sight you want to take a photo of and treasure forever if they’d let you, and it’s even better when Eddie turns to you, a gleeful smile on his face like he’s the cat that got the cream, the dog that got the bone, and whistles lowly.

“Look at this, doll. See how Steve likes my hand around his cock, likes you watching him, god he’s so hard, baby. Don’t think the poor boy is gonna last long.” Eddie’s leaning in to kiss Steve, and Steve keens into the kiss, eyes closing in delight, whimpering when Eddie pulls away too soon for his liking. “You wanna see him come, sugar?”

You don’t even get to answer, because before you can even say a word, Steve is coming, cum covering your stomach and thighs, his breath coming out in shocked gasps. Eddie’s sweet then, soft and oh so gentle to the man, letting him lean against Eddie.

“Jesus, Munson, give a man some warning before you try and kill them.” It’s a joke, and Eddie can’t help but let out a loud laugh and turns to press kisses into the side of Steve’s head.

“Yeah well, had to make sure my favourite people were feeling good, always the gentlemen.” You roll your eyes with affection, watching as Eddie flops down on the mattress, still hard in his jeans but somehow, for the sake of you and Steve if you had to guess, ignoring it.

“Oh, hang on a minute, pretty boy, we aren’t done yet.” And before Eddie knows it, you’re on him, with Steve right by your side.

Eddie expected you to be the show, expected you to be the grand prize of the evening in a way that you loved, but you could always share. And with Steve Harrington in the mix, you always would want to.

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Gotta Stay High (18+)

Summary: The Summer of '86 is meant for the the three of you, and you were going to savor it as much as you could. (Eddie x Steve x Reader)

W/C: 3,384

Warnings: THIS IS A SMUT ONESHOT. NO MINORS FROM HERE ON OUT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED 18+ ONLY!

Sequel to Trinity Lovers

A/N: I had no idea that Trinity Lovers would be widly popular and I would get SO many notes and reblogs! Thank you so much for the love and support!

I had to add one more throuple snippet with Steve and Eddie! I hope you enjoy it!

"Go ahead, babe. Take a long one this time,"

"Oh, Jesus…."

"Easy Harrington. Just watch the show,"

You inhaled slowly and deeply, feeling the smoke enter and go down your throat and until your lungs. You moaned, seeing Steve move under you, which made his cock that was nestled inside of you move a bit along the inner walls of your pussy. His hands were braced on your upper thighs, right near your hips as another set of hands were cupping your bare and sensitive breasts with a body behind you, plastered against your own back. The cool rings that were on one hand felt like such a contrast on your sweaty and warm skin, giving you a shiver a few times before you got into this position. You smiled, some of the smoke espacing your lips as you let the rest leave your nose slowly and surely.

"You're a goddamn dream, sweetheart," you heard as a purr against your neck as one of the hands on your chest squeezed slightly, have you hum, "I could watch you smoke all day with those lips while you ride Steve to oblivion,"

Eddie Munson, his purring words stirring you on.

Looking down below, you witness Steve Harrington watching you with wide and glazed eyes. You could see his fast breathing, seeing his chest with the slightly glistened chest hair go up and down rapidly along with the tenseness in his cheeks and his jawline. You sensed it, having you look down lovingly at him as you took another hit from the blunt before leaning it back for Eddie to take. He released one of your breasts to take the blunt, having you keep the smoke inside your mouth as you leaned down to be nose to nose with Steve. Eddie moved his other hand out of the way, letting your breasts become nestled against Steve's chest and your hands move to cup his jawline. Steve's eyes went wide, making you nuzzle his lips with your nose as a sign for him to open his mouth.

"Open up, big boy," Eddie cooed at him from behind you, Eddie's own hands moving to caress your ass with his palms. Steve's mouth opened willingly, a whimper leaving his throat as you pushed your mouth against his to let him inhale your smoke. He took it all on, you swiveling your hips as he did to make him moan even more. After he took most of it, you exhaled and leaned back up, grinning like a cat as Eddie moved his hands along your hips and up to your chest again. Almost like they were magnets for your breasts, not wanting to miss out on a second of holding them in his palms.

"Let it all out Steve," You said to him calmly, seeing the smoke leave his lips and a small glazed look coming over him below you. It was a more intimate night for the three of you, letting the take its course and knowing that you had all the time in the world. There was no need to feel like you had to have a rushed quickie, or a hidden getaway for the three of you to let off some steam. You finally had this night to be able to be present, to feel one another, and to let all of those loving affectionate gestures come out to play.

You had no real problems with a quick fuck or some intense fucking, that wasn't the issue. Nor was that an issue for Steve and Eddie, they loved it just as much as you did. But there was something about a sensual lovemaking session, going slow and steady, and having all of your senses come to life and be heightened was insanely better.

That Summer of 1986 was a summer that was filled with opportunity and growth for the three of you, all of you making it out alive from almost dying at the hands of Vecna and the Upside Down. Steve had to heal from his wounds along his abdomen, which took longer for him to heal than he wanted. But you and Eddie were more than supportive, helping him with his recovery and keeping him company. Nancy and the others were helping too, including the younger ones who adored Steve and saw him as a big brother. But when it was just you and Eddie, the three of you are so close together as friends, which later grew into something more.

It was first just you and Eddie, then letting Steve come into your world with open arms and with no judgment. Steve was hesitant, not knowing if he belonged or if it was right for him to be with the pair of you. All it took was for you to kiss you soundly, in front of your boyfriend who was watching with a hint of love in his brown orbs, to answer Steve's question. Letting those insecurities melt away as he kissed you back and take that chance.

You were rolling your hips slowly, letting your senses take over as Steve was laying under you. Eddie was plastered behind you, letting you take care of Steve at this moment but feeling just as involved as he placed the blunt on the nightstand before he went back to kissing along your sweaty shoulders while he moved your hair to the side. Steve was watching you two altho is time as you rode him so slowly, letting his cock touch all over your inner walls and your pussy almost keeping him snug inside. It felt so good to have him inside of you, making you so full and almost dizzy with the pleasure that seemed like it was taking his time through your eyes, along your hips, in your toes.

It was such a contrast in how Eddie and Steve would fuck you. Eddie liked it fast and with endurance behind it, the thrill and excitement of making you cum over and over was high for Eddie. He loved seeing you come undone for him. It thrilled you too, making you a moaning mess for him as you two would go at it as you have done before. Even Steve did watch you for the first time when you invited him to your bed, he was floored by how erotic and yet loving it was, a clear tent was in his pants within seconds as he saw you cum for the first time on Eddie's cock.

But with Steve, it was more intimate and slower. There was a slower tempo, it was replaced with deep rolls and combusted energy that seeped out of your pores. You were floored, melting into a puddle with how Steve fucked you slowly, taking his time to let you feel everything and whimper into his mouth. Eddie was just as shocked, watching from the side with one hand holding yours as Steve brought you so much pleasure as you orgasmed it made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. You felt his love in every thrust and in every push, how Steve moaned into your neck and held you like a precious stone. He didn't say it, but he loved you with all of him.

This was the same way at this moment, riding Steve nice and slow as all three of you were high and letting the night take its course. Eddie's van was parked by Lover's Lake, what was left of it anyways, as the back door was perched open to let the air in and give all of you a sense of relief. No one else dared to go out to Lover's Lake after the near-collapse of Hawkins, so there was no sense of needing to hide out or the fear of being caught. Not even the cops came there anymore, so it was just the three of you and the sounds of the night and a Jimi Hendrix song softly playing on the radio near the front of the van.

Along with the sounds of your soft moans and whimpers.

"Mmmmmm….you feel so good," Steve slurred, keeping his hands on your thighs and watching you with his big eyes as you moved your hips back and forth, not going too fast or too quick for him and making him feel all of that pleasure. You grinned, feeling that pleasure rising within yourself too as Eddie was still kissing and licking at your skin from behind. Tonight was his idea: he wanted to let Steve get loose and relaxed since he was too strung up from his healing process and tending to the younger kids in your friends' group. Steve made sure they were all okay, almost being a father figure to them after all you went through with the Upside Down. Eddie could see he was stressed, as did you, so he coaxed him into coming out with you two tonight and letting loose, being in the moment, and letting you both take good care of him.

"What's in this…..uugh….. stuff, Eddie?" Steve slurred as you rolled a bit deeper, having Steve choke out a moan as you grinned and bit your lower lip.

"Only the best for you two,” Eddie hummed in reply as he tweaked your nipples, making you moan out loud and fall a bit forward to brace your hands on Steve's chest, Eddie staying on your back as he still assaulted your breasts and started to leave hickeys along your neck "I've had this grass for a while since I started dating our lady here. It's best used when we fuck, isn't it baby?"

"Y-yeah," You groaned as you moved your hips a pinch faster and moaned every other breath. You loved getting high and then having sex, it heightened everything inside of you. Your skin would tingle and sizzle, your eyes were rolling back faster and longer, and that pleasure would soar higher. Eddie loved fucking you when you were high, it was almost a new level of love and pleasure that made it all worth it.

So now it was Steve's turn to feel that high, both from the blunt and the fucking.

"God you two look so fucking good," Eddie moaned against your shoulders blades, you humming as you were going back and forth with your hips with a bit more pep, the pleasure was coming out more and more as Steve was observing the pair of you while he was sprawled out on the blankets on the van floor, Eddie' jacket under his head to have him somewhat comfortable, "How does she feel, Harrington?"

"I…she feels….so amazing," Steve slurred out as his hands were moving a bit up more to your hips and along your lower stomach, "I can feel her….everywhere," Your movements stuttered a bit as you heard him say that to you. Your own heart melted a bit, even in the heat of the moment as you could feel how close he was to cumming. It was such an intimate position, a van out near a lake in the dead of night, and with your third behind you and helping the both of you have immense pleasure, you felt like you were out of your body for a solid second.

Once again, you never thought you would have this kind of love, this kind of connection, with Steve Harrington. You had it Eddie and you thought it was enough, so it scared you that Steve snuck into your lives. Even for a split second, you thought it was selfish to have them both in your life, but Eddie was the one to convince you to take a chance.

"He could always say no," Eddie hummed in a shrug as you two talked about it one night at his trailer. Eddie was right, he knew how you felt about Steve and perhaps he too was feeling the same way. He never wanted to hurt you or make you feel ill about your feelings, encouraging you to leap.

You did, and you were over the moon to have Steve in your bed that same night.

"I'm so close," Steve whimpered below you as Eddie's hands were on your hips again, maybe guiding you as you were now bouncing up and down on Steve's dick and hearing the pair of your whims and moan. If anyone would pass by, your own symphony of pleasure would melt into the sounds of the night and the lake, "I'm so close to cumming…"

"What's holding you back, Harrington?" Eddie asked in a teasing tone as he was peering over your shoulder and down at Steve, seeing how his face was pinching and giving the sure signs of him about to orgasm too. You were close too, but you knew Steve would cum first. You were feeling so good yourself, that blunt was making it ten times better and your love for the pair of them was deepening and feeling like a crescendo. Almost like a dance, the dances you would do with your ballet dancing.

This too was a dance, more imitate but still.

"Come up here, baby," You cooed at him, reaching down to grab the side of his neck gently. He move up, you both moaning loud from the movement and your hips stuttering a bit as he was now sitting up with you in your lap. He was still buried inside of you, making you feel so full and beyond high as he was looking up at you with that pure pleasure in his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, loosely and with gentleness as you felt his hands move up to lace with Eddie's along your lower stomach. You gulped, drinking in the famous Steve Harrington and how he was the one fucking you, such a fever dream you never thought would come true.

"Let go for us, Steve," you whispered in a moan to him, so close to kissing him as he was watching you with lust in his loving eyes, "It's okay to let go. I wanna feel it, all the way inside of me as you let it all go and cum deep in me. Come on, baby….let go for us…"

You whimpered as he was moving his hips to collide with yours, the pleasure was spoiling you rotten and spiking tenfold. Steve was moaning with every push he was giving, you humming as you groaned against his lips, "Please….please cum….please…."

You were driving him to go farther and harder to cum. Eddie was moaning behind you, guiding your hips with his slipper and sweaty hands as he too was almost going on with the ride. Steve's hands were on your tits, to hold onto something as he was getting sloppier. A sure sign he was close.

And to think you were about to lose these two in the Upside Down forever. That you wouldn't have this with either of them and be the happiest you'd ever be. It was a solid reminder that this was a gift, and you weren't going to waste it.

Neither would Steve or Eddie.

"Oh fuck…fuck fuck fuck…." Steve stammered against your lips as he was about to orgasm, right on the edge, and was about to fall. You slammed your lips against his mouth, drinking in his moan as he finally orgasmed and spilled deeply inside of you. It was almost like a brand for you to place on Steve, to show him that this was real and this was all you've ever wanted. To be able to share this with the two men in your life that had made everything better for you, was a rare gift. Your hips kept rolling, milking every shake and gutter moan from Steve as he was still cumming in waves after waves into you.

A good 10 seconds later though, you released your lips from Steve to cry out as you too were cumming hard and deep. Your scream echoed into the night.

Eddie held you close as you were cumming, moaning out loud in the van as Steve wrapped his arms around you to ride the rest of his orgasm. He shuttered from your pussy clutching and fluttering around his spend cock, groaning into your chest as Eddie hummed in approval and in lust to see the pair of you cumming so close together as one.

The sweet scent of your blunt and sex mixed in the air like an alluring cocktail or perfume, pushing out into the open night air along the top of the lake water as both yourself and Steve were calming down from the intense moment you had together. It even felt like the roof of the van was long gone, the stars were glistening above you in the Indiana sky as Eddie pressed kiss after kiss along your shaking skin.

"Holy hell," you said in shaking lips as Eddie helped you move off of Steve, grimacing a bit from the loss of his cock slipping out and seeing the mess between both of your legs. He helped lay you down on the blankets, Steven moving quickly to hover over you and kiss you soundly for a few long seconds. You hummed in reply, hearing Eddie moving some stuff around behind the pair of you as you both kissed. His lips were still shaking on yours, the new sheen of sweat against yours as you grinned and Steve wanted to stay close to you.

"Get down here, Steve," you softly commanded, pulling Steve a bit to lay next to you on the floor of the van. He wrapped you in his arms, your legs tangling and he snuggled into your hold as you ran your fingers in his damp hair. He loved cuddling and being close after sex, it was a sure sign he enjoyed the moment with you. You loved it too, feeling his body heat against yours and feeling his body calm down with you. He breathed nice and slow, keeping you close and in your arms.

Suddenly a wet rag was wiping the pair of you clean, you keeping Steve close to yourself as Eddie was getting both you and Steven clean again from your joined releases. Steve nearly shivered from the cold contact, you kissing his cheeks to calm him.

'"Easy, lovebirds. I got ya," Eddie soothed as he was finishing up his cleaning. was great in aftercare himself, he was amazing at it when it was just you two and he made sure you were well taken care of. It was just the same with Steve, you and Eddie showing Steve that intense love and intimacy even after fucking or fondling another. It baffled Steve, but it made him love you both all the more.

Eddie was on Steve's other side, keeping Steve in the middle as he dropped a thin blanket over you three. You hummed in approval, Steve's breathing was slowing down and getting drowsy.

"That was…..fuck," Steve said against your neck, you kissing his hairline above his forehead,

"I know, baby. We got you," You replied soothingly, feeling him then roll onto his back and get sleepier by the second. Before you knew it, Steve was asleep, a look of love and contentment was on his face and lips as you grinned at his frame. Jimi Hendrix's song Hey Joe was now hovering in the air over the three of you as you watched Steve fall asleep in your arms, Eddie peering over his bare shoulder to grin at you. You saw it in his brown eyes, how he never had to say it but was thinking it.

He was happy with you two in his life. And you were just as happy too.

You had this summer to look forward to this; being with the pair of them and no one telling you otherwise. Come fall, your future was going to be alright. Sure there was still talking about what could happen and where you three would go, but none of you were afraid. Fear was nothing now, not with what you had to endure before when the world was about to end. Now you were looking forward it to, anticipating the road that was ahead.

Steve would follow you two anywhere, it was the three of you against the world.

The End.

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Never Have I Ever

Summary: It's Friday night, the night that you always hang out with your best friend, Eddie. But when you show up to his trailer, you see that he has an unexpected visitor...

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x (fem) Reader

Word count: 6.7k (whoops lol)

Rating: Smutty as hell, explicit, 18+, mdni!

Fic warnings: Alcohol and weed, dirty talk, softish dom!eddie, praise kink if you squint, fingering, handcuffs, oral sex (fem and male receiving), vaginal and anal sex, spanking, basically porn with a lil bit of plot and some fluff at the end.

Author's notes: Y'all, I haven't written a fic in years, so please go easy on me. Steddie just does something to me and I'm absolutely feral for these two.

You roll your windows down to let the summer air dance its way into your car. The hot breeze feels nice on your face as your hair whips around in front of you. You glance down at your hands on the wheel and your freshly-painted nails catch your eye. The black polish glistens in the golden-hour sun. Various rings clad your fingers. The silver bird one on your left pinky was a birthday gift last year. Eddie gave it to you while you were sitting outside of his trailer, sleepy after a long night of smoking weed, singing along to your favorite songs, and dancing like idiots. You remember the tears instantly filling your eyes because he remembered. He really remembered. You had told the story of a silver bird ring from your childhood that you had lost years ago, and he fucking remembered.

You wince at the smell of your perfume filling your nostrils. You usually aren’t one to douse yourself with a sultry scent, but tonight was different. Nearly every Friday night for the last handful of years, you had hung out at Eddie’s trailer, getting obliteratingly high and watching movies or taking turns picking records to blast all night. This Friday night was just different. Over the last month or so, Eddie had started to snuggle closer into your body, planting innocent little kisses on your forehead, or holding on extra tight to your frame as he whispered “goodnight, drive safe” through sleepy lips. As he continued to move his body closer to yours every Friday, tracing his fingers over your jawline, mumbling sweet words into the nape of your neck… He also somehow became more distant. You began to notice hickeys under his neckline and condoms wrappers in between the sofa cushions.

You weren’t his. You were his best friend, but you were beginning to feel like more than that. You were confused and lost. He swore up and down that there wasn’t anything going on with anyone else, but you also knew that your lips weren’t the lips to caress his collarbones and leave bruises. You knew that your teeth weren’t the ones to leave soft bite marks on the back of his neck, bite marks that you had seen when he was sitting in front of you with his hair up in a messy bun a few movie nights ago.

You subconsciously note the car parked in your usual spot in front of Eddie’s trailer as your tires skid across the gravel. You put your car in park and twist the keys out of the ignition, smelling the sweet smell of weed float out of the trailer and into your nose. Your eyebrows then furrow, wondering why Eddie started smoking without you. You toss your car keys into your bag, throwing its strap over your shoulder. You fidget with the soft cloth of your Black Sabbath t-shirt as it clings onto the lacey fabric of your bra. You’re slightly uncomfortable in the matching black thong and bra that you and Robin had picked out for tonight, but you also feel confident and excited because of it. You’re hopeful that tonight can be the night you tell Eddie how you feel, extinguishing the brief flame that he’s been having with someone else.

As you approach the door, you hear the loud thumping of metal music. Your lips curl into a smile because you had hoped tonight would be a music night instead of a movie night. You start knocking on the door and hear two voices swearing.

You can sort of make out Eddie yelling “fuck, it’s Friday?!”

Another familiar voice whisper-yells “what’s Friday?!”

You hear shuffling and swearing for a few long moments before your face is met with Eddie’s cheeky grin.

“You’re early!” he gasps through shallow breaths.

“It’s almost 8:00…” you twist your face in a confused look. His body is blocking the entrance but you catch a glimpse of a body moving quickly in the background and hear its thud onto the sofa. Eddie moves out of your way and you look up into his big brown eyes, fully taking in how he looks tonight. His bangs stick to his forehead with sweat and his lips are wet with saliva. You peer behind him and see a slender figure in a yellow sweater.

“Is that… Steve Harrington?”

“He… uh…” Eddie stammers, “Drugs!” Steve finishes.

“Yes, drugs! He’s buying drugs off of me!” Eddie exclaims.

“Okay…” You murmur, brushing the weirdness off. “How are you, Steve?” You smile, confused but excited to see a familiar face.

“I’m good, y/n. How are you?” Steve forces a polite smile. You manage to mumble a good, thanks in response as your eyes dart around the room. Half-smoked joints everywhere, metal records strewn on top of the coffee table, condom wrappers both on the sofa and the floor. The thick cloud of weed smoke is hitting you as you trip over empty beer bottles. You thought Eddie looked wasted but weren’t sure. Now, as you look down at your boots and see empty beer bottles splayed across the floor, you’re sure he’s drunk.

“Roll me a joint, Eddie?” You plop down into an armchair, anxiously pulling a pillow over your torso. Eddie readily hands you an already-rolled joint and gestures for you to put it between your lips. You obey and look up at him, doey-eyed as he lights it for you. You inhale and let the smoke fill your lungs before you slowly exhale. You quickly feel it start to hit you.

“So, what the fuck?” Your words escape your lips before you can think. Eddie looks down at you with wide eyes and Steve does the same from across the room.

“We… uh…”

“Drug deal, remember?” Steve flashes his pearly whites.

“Mmhmm...” you hum, kicking your feet in front of you as they dangle off of the chair, slowly taking more long drags of the joint. You observe as Eddie and Steve share knowing glances from across the room. Steve looks scared, and Eddie looks as if he’s trying to console him. You finish the joint by yourself and get up out of the chair, starting to say “Listen, it’s fine -” before you stumble and almost fall on top of glass bottles, but Eddie catches you.

“Y/n, you just smoked a lot, are you okay?” A concerned look washes over Eddie’s face. He’s holding you closely, his hot beer breath skimming the top of your head. You put your thumb and index finger together to let him know you’re A-Okay and splurt out “Just peachy! I can take care of myself, m’kay?” He sighs and tenses up slightly.

“Move,” he mutters to Steve, who quickly bolts up and off of the sofa. Eddie guides you over to the sofa and sets you down. “Stay here, okay?” He pleads. You give him the A-Okay signal again, settling into the sofa. Steve and Eddie hurry through the door and you hear arguing outside of the walls.

The intensity of the high is washing over your entire body. You make a disgusted face as you brush a condom wrapper off of the cushions and onto the floor, and pull a soft blanket over your body. You close your eyes and fall asleep to the sound of Seve and Eddie’s upset voices.

You wake up to slender ringed-fingers sliding under your head and lifting your upper body slightly to rest it in Eddie’s lap. You look up and see a sweet grin on Eddie’s face. You feel extremely disoriented and start to panic. Is it because of the ridiculous amount of weed you smoked in a short period of time? Is it because you were just startled awake from a short-lived nap? Is it because you are pretty sure you almost just walked in on Steve Harrington fucking your best friend? Yes, yes, and yes.

“Oh no, Steve didn’t have to leave!” You start to lift your head up but Eddie begins to gently hush you. “Shh, no no it’s okay, he’s just out getting some beer for himself and some cigs for me.” Your nose turns up and you huff. You hate that he smokes cigarettes, and he knows. He sighs, “I know I know, I should stick to weed, yadda yadda.” You both smile.

“Eddie, really. What’s going on?” You use your elbow to prop yourself up and look at him straight-on. His face and neck start to flush pink and his eyes widen just slightly. There’s a pained look on his face that you can’t quite pinpoint. It’s confused and scared but he also somehow looks relieved. You look into each other's eyes for a moment, and he starts to laugh wryly.

“I think I’ve fallen in love with two people,” he starts to nervously play with his hair that is now thrown up into a low messy bun. “Two?” He lets out a sigh and brings his thumb to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping off drool as he usually does after you take a high-nap on his sofa. “You, and Harrington.” You softly whisper an oh and start fidgeting with your own rings. You’re fully sat up now, your hands lightly resting on Eddie’s lap, which is where you stare. You’re confused. Eddie has been giving you subtle hints that he has feelings for you for some time, and you’ve noticed the condom wrappers and the hickeys from someone else, but in love? With both of you?

“Eddie, I -” You begin your sentence but are interrupted by Steve fucking Harrington swinging the door open, a six-pack of cheap beer and a gas-station grocery bag in tow. Eddie gives him a soft “hey” before Steve sets the six-pack on the ground and starts rifling through the bag. He frisbee-throws the pack of cigarettes into Eddie’s chest, and displays a small pink box that reads “Good and Plenty.” You smile. “Robin told me this was your favorite candy,” Steve looks incredibly nervous as he slowly walks the candy box to you and sets it in your hands. “Thank you, Steve,” you flash a small smile.

You think of the kiss you and Steve shared at a party your sophomore year of high school. He was a senior, a very very pretty senior. You were both very drunk and the kiss was sloppy but you still always thought about it. While you weren’t popular in high school, you did catch Steve’s eye. He always thought there was something enticing about you, and you two became flirtatious in the school hallways and at parties. You had a huge crush on him, as did just about every other girl in Hawkins. And Eddie. But Eddie was the freak in high school. The rambunctious kid who brought a metal lunch box full of drugs to school, the weirdo who stood on cafeteria tables and yelled at jocks. You kept quiet, under Eddie’s wing, making sure to not make enemies. Something that you two shared was a crush for Steve Harrington. Your crush was small and short-lived, becoming friendly acquaintances with Steve as you and Robin got closer. You hadn’t really talked to Steve in months, the last time you could think being Robin’s birthday when Steve insisted on buying you a drink and toasting to a “high school fling.”

But Eddie, he was in lust with Steve all throughout high school. Always elbowing you in the ribs when Steve would walk by you in the hallways, losing his composure and asking how you got so lucky to get to kiss him. You usually never saw Eddie like this. Sure, he’d ogle over women in horror movies or tell you about the cute boys at his band’s shows, but he never truly lost his mind. Except for with Steve fucking Harrington. But Steve was straight, right? He was the pretty boy that every girl (and guy) wanted to be with. He would never have given Eddie the time of day in high school.

“Got anything stronger than beer, Eddie?” You snap out of your thoughts and look up at Eddie inquisitively. “Uh, yeah. Vodka?” You nod. He gets up and starts pouring you a shot as you tear open the box of candy. You’re coming down from your high slightly and you need something else to occupy your mind. Steve slouches down onto the arm chair, cracking open a bottle with a beer opener he pulled out of his vest pocket. As you watch him do this, you notice that it’s Eddie’s denim vest.

“M’lady,” Eddie hands you your shot and you immediately drink it, sucking your teeth and scrunching your face up in disgust afterward. “Another, please.” Eddie shoots a disapproving look your way before complying. He knows you can handle your alcohol, as he’s seen it first-hand. “Fine, but you’re not driving home.”

“Sleepover!” You giggle, and Steve laughs too, gesturing towards his six-pack and mumbling, “me too.”

“Ah, Munson’s got the ladies all to himself tonight,” Eddie makes a grand gesture to imply “I’m the shit.” Steve scoffs and takes another sip, looking up at Eddie and saying “I’m no lady, jackass.” Eddie boops Steve’s nose and hands you another shot, planting his lanky body next to yours on the sofa. You drink the vodka, making the same face as before, and exclaim “let’s play a game!”

“Geez, someone’s back from the dead,” Steve chuckles.

“She does this,” Eddie joins in on the laugh, “she’ll sleep for like a half an hour after smoking too much, and then always wakes up refreshed and wanting to play games.”

“Never have I ever done coke,” you hear both boys groan and Steve takes a sip of his beer, handing Eddie a bottle from the six-pack. Eddie slides the bottle cap in between his teeth and bites it off, spitting the cap out onto the floor. He takes a long swig, letting out a satisfied sigh after.

“Never have I ever failed senior year,” Eddie shoots daggers towards Steve as he takes a sip, fake-mad over Steve’s statement.

“Never have I ever worked in an ice cream shop,” you and Steve both take a sip, you stealing Eddie’s beer out of his hand to do so. You think about the few months you worked at Scoops Ahoy the summer after Steve and Robin did

“Never have I ever kissed Steve Harrington,” Steve says with a shit-eating grin. You go to grab Eddie’s beer again, but he’s already taking a swig. “As if you don’t kiss your pretty little face in the mirror, slut,” Eddie spits out while handing you his bottle. You see a glimmer in Steve’s eye. He flashes his middle finger in Eddie’s direction, but you can tell that Steve liked what Eddie had called him.

“Never have I ever fucked Eddie Munson,” you blurt out.

Steve hesitates for a moment, “I mean, technically I haven’t -”

“Drink up, pretty boy,” Eddie’s cheeky grin grows wider, “it counts.” Steve obeys and Eddie opens the metal lunch box on the coffee table, finding rolling papers and a little baggie of bud. You watch as he starts rolling a fresh joint. You look over and see that Steve is doing the same as you, staring at Eddie’s hands. As Eddie licks the joint, closing it tightly, he cocks an eyebrow and looks between the both of you. He smiles as he notices that you’re both watching him intently.

Eddie takes a drag and gestures for Steve to come closer towards him. Before you know it, Eddie’s head is tilted up towards Steve’s face, and he’s slowly exhaling smoke into Steve’s open and willing mouth. Steve’s eyes are closed shut and he sharply inhales. Fuck, you think. Steve takes the joint from Eddie’s mouth and looks in your direction with an inquisitive look on his face. You feel your lips curl into a little smile and raise your eyebrows, biting down on your lower lip. This time, it’s Steve’s turn to take a long hit. He’s kneeling in front of the sofa, staring into your eyes with lust. You inhale his smoke and close your mouth momentarily before exhaling it back into his face.

Eddie’s staring at both of you with wide eyes, clearly excited, “fuck,” he mutters with a hoarse and breathy voice. He adjusts in his seat and lets out a long, heavy sigh.

"Fuck,” Steve repeats.

“Fuck,” you let out a small laugh. Both boys are looking at you. “I’m so fucked up,” you admit. They both nod, letting you know that the weed and alcohol are definitely affecting them as well. Eddie leans over and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You sigh happily, earning a smile from him. You kiss his cheek and cup his jaw in your hands. Your fingertips slowly creep under his ears and he pulls in, cocking his head slightly to the left. Your lips reach each other, kissing for the first time. Your fingers tangle in his hair and he lets out a quiet groan. Soon, you’re pressing your tongue to his lips before he opens his mouth slightly. You let your tongue explore his front teeth, gliding it along the smooth surfaces. He groans again, slipping his tongue under yours and into your mouth. His strong hands are on the back of your head as you taste beer, weed, and cigarettes. He smells nice. It’s musty and rough, but it’s familiar and calming. You swing your leg over Eddie so you’re in his lap, straddling him.

“You’re so handsome, Eddie.” He makes a pfft noise before Steve chimes in. “You are. You really are.” Eddie winks at him before smiling in his direction and patting the now-empty spot on the sofa. Steve obliges and sits cross-legged on the cushion, facing you and Eddie. Your arms are loosely wrapped around Eddie’s torso and you turn your head towards Steve.

“Hi,” you whisper to him.

"Hi,” he responds with a sweet smile. You lean your body off of Eddie’s lap and grab Steve’s face in your hands. Your kiss with Steve is less gentle than the one with Eddie. Romance with Eddie is new, flirting with Steve is something you’ve been doing for years. Steve’s hands are traveling under your shirt and you earn a smirk when his fingers meet the lacey material of your bra.

“Jesus, y/n” he groans, tugging on the hem of your band t-shirt. You nod and lift your arms up as he quickly slides your top off. You climb into Steve’s lap, colliding into his chest. You moan as his right hand trails down your spine and slips beneath your underwear. He cups your ass in his hand, grinning into the kiss. You feel the weight of the sofa shift as Eddie stands up, grabbing his own shirt with one hand and lifting it over his head. You break the kiss with Steve to look back at Eddie. In the low light of the trailer, the shadows hit Eddie’s body just right. He’s thin, but you can appreciate the sinew of his abdomen and upper arms. His tattoos dance as he flexes his muscles, mocking you for staring at him.

Steve is kissing your neck now, lightly sucking on the flesh above your collarbone. Eddie settles behind you, kissing the back of your neck. He grabs your hair in one of his hands to move it out of his way, gently digging his teeth into the nape of your neck. You let out a very breathy sigh and feel both boys smile into your skin. You lose your hands in Steve’s thick hair, slightly pulling on his brunette locks. You can tell he likes this, so you tug a little harder. He moans and bites down hard on his bottom lip, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back into your pull. With his neck fully exposed, you take advantage of the opportunity to suckle on hickeys that Eddie made earlier tonight. Steve lets out a sharp god damn it as you do so and starts to shimmy out of Eddie’s vest before sliding out of his sweater. You lean into Steve’s body, pleased to finally feel skin-on-skin. He’s so warm against your body, his thick chest hair tickling your chest as your breasts spill out of your bra. Eddie unclasps your bra, letting its straps fall off of your shoulders. You pull it the rest of the way off and playfully toss it behind you, into Eddie’s lap. Steve goes wide-eyed again and you giggle. Eddie glances and sees Steve’s expression, pouting “not fair, I wanna see.”

You make your way out of Steve’s lap and stand up in front of the sofa. You unbutton your jeans and wiggle your way out of them, exposing your matching underwear. You’re wearing a lacy black high-waisted thong that is pretty see-through on the front and leaves little to the imagination. You gain confidence and turn around, letting the boys take in your perky, round ass. You place your hands on your chest and slowly drag them down your torso, snaking them around to your ass once they reach your hips. You slowly move your hips around as you bend down slightly to slip your socks off. You turn back around to two wide-open jaws. You curl your fingers under the thin straps at your hips and snap the fabric back onto your skin, earning low groans. They're taking in your body. You cup your breasts in your hands and close your eyes. They're too big for your hands, but will be a perfect fit for both Steve and Eddie's big hands. As you lightly massage your boobs, you let out a low moan at how nice they feel against your palms. They're pillowy and smooth and supple. You blow out a strained breath as you pinch your hardened nipples.

“Y/n, are you serious?” Eddie says, “you’ve looked like that this whole time?” You laugh, nodding. “Some things are new,” you trace your hands over the large tattoo that wraps around your right side, “some things have been this way for years,” you shrug and wink.

"I knew she looked like this, dumbass," Steve scoffs at Eddie. "You missed out on Robin's pool party a couple years back. She wore a black bikini that barely covered her ass." You blush a little at how they're fawning over you. "And those tits…" Steve starts getting antsy, not able to keep his hips still.

Eddie slowly runs his hand up and down Steve's thigh. You fidget with your hands, slightly unsure of what to do. You're almost completely exposed in front of them, and you're slightly relieved that they're currently fixated on each other and not on you. Steve bites his lip and looks over at Eddie. He swings his long legs over Eddie's lap and is now straddling Eddie just like you were moments before. He starts working impatiently at Eddie's belt, unbuckling it and pulling it out of the loops, snapping it backwards once it's freed. Steve's fingers linger on the black leather and he smiles cheekily, "use this on me, please." Eddie grins back and nods his head up and down slowly, clearly excited at the idea. Steve and Eddie's lips are smashing together now and the two of them are embraced in a passionate kiss. Steve's strong, tanned hands are entangled in Eddie's hair and Eddie's ringed fingers are wandering up and down Steve's back. You note the constellations of freckles and moles that litter his lightly-muscled back and arms. He's perfect, you think as your right hand wanders down your abdomen, peaking its way under the front of your thong. You watch them feverishly make out, eager hands wandering and low groans escaping from their occupied mouths.

Your fingers meet your clit and you surprise yourself with the primal noise that breaks out of your lips. Steve snaps his head back to look at you with lust-filled eyes. Eddie peaks around Steve's body to get a good look at you.

"Fuck, she's touching herself, man," Steve breathes, panting from his kiss with Eddie.

"Poor thing," Eddie coos, "she's being neglected." You pout, agreeing with his statement. "Y/n," Eddie says in a sing-songy way, "c'mere." You slide your hand out of your panties and obey, kneeling and crawling your way towards them. Steve quickly stumbles off of Eddie's lap and joins you on the ground, on his knees. You watch as Eddie's eyes widen and he hungrily licks his lips. You unbutton his pants and pull them off, staring at the bulge that you can see through his boxers. You can tell it's big but not exactly how big. He frees himself as he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and slides those down, kicking both his jeans and his boxers off of his ankles.

You take a deep breath, taking in how big his dick is. It's girthy and it makes your mouth water. You waste no time as you lunge forward, yearning to feel it in your hands. Your small fingers barely fit around it and you start jacking him off, slowly at first before you start to pick up momentum. Steve moves behind you, sliding his hands all over your body, stopping at your ass and your breasts to make sure to give them plenty of attention. You slowly trace your tongue over your teeth, mouth open and wanting. Eddie watches you and his breaths pick up, clearly anticipating a new sensation. You use your hands to bring the tip of his cock to your lips. You give it sloppy, wet kisses before he slightly juts his hips up towards your mouth. He slips himself into you and you moan. He swears at the feeling of your noise's vibrations as your mouth envelopes his cock. Soon, his cock is grazing your throat. You gag slightly but continue to let him fuck your mouth, saliva soaking his entire length.

"Good girl," Steve whispers into your ear, "such a good girl," you gasp around Eddie's cock as Steve starts to play with your clit through the material of your underwear. His skillful fingers rub you in circles, quickly but not too quickly. He adds a small amount of pressure and you dig your nails into Eddie's thighs. Eddie groans, tightly grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back just to force it back down onto himself. You gag and cough around him, eyes watering. Steve uses his other hand that isn't preoccupied to push your head down onto Eddie again.

"Shit shit shit," Eddie growls through gritted teeth. To your surprise, Steve stops rubbing your clit and wraps both arms around your waist, lifting you up and off of Eddie's cock. Eddie moans from the loss of your mouth and looks up at Steve with big puppy eyes and confusion. Steve gently sets you on the ground, spreading your legs and staring at your thong. He lowers his head, trailing kisses from your chest to your hip bones. He suckles on the meat of your hip and then blows on it. The cooling sensation is new and it stings and it causes you to squirm. He gathers the material of your panties between his teeth and slides them down, exposing your pussy. He sighs happily, continuing to kiss down your body. He's now biting at your thigh, a little harder than you thought he would, but you're not complaining.

You roll your head to the side to watch Eddie. He's lazily jacking himself off, his rings moving up and down his length. He's more interested in watching you and Steve than actually pleasuring himself. Steve catches you looking at Eddie and bites down harder to punish you for not paying attention to him. You wince and look down at him. He gives you a wicked smile and moves his attention to your aching clit. He sucks and licks you to the perfect rhythm as you writhe under him, moaning his name along with a handful of profanities. He slides one long finger inside of you and starts pumping in and out of you slowly.

"More, more" you beg. He stops suckling on your clit and looks up at you, nose, mouth and chin glistening. He looks so pretty just like that, covered in you. You get what you asked for as you feel an additional 2 fingers thrust inside. He starts to curl them into the walls of your vagina and you let out a soft scream of his name. He's nibbling at your clit just slightly and you buck your hips up into his face, earning a raspy chuckle from him. Your head is spinning with pleasure intensified by weed and alcohol. Steve slowly sits up and back onto his calves.

"I need you," he breathes to Eddie, who pops up off of the sofa and joins you two on the ground. He grabs Steve's face in his hands as he kneels with him, planting a kiss on his lips. Eddie masterfully takes the rest of Steve's clothes off and you moan as you watch his cock snap up against his belly. It's longer than Eddie's but thinner and fuck it's beautiful, just like Steve. Eddie spits into his palm and wraps his ringed-fingers around Steve's cock. Steve groans as Eddie quickens his pace and starts leaving hickeys on his collarbone. You watch as they scramble, Steve getting on all fours and Eddie squeezing Steve's cheeks roughly, leaving pink marks all over his ass. Eddie brings his arm up and Steve yelps out as his hand comes down and makes harsh contact with his skin. You start panting as you watch them, so incredibly turned on. Eddie spanks Steve a few more times, each one increasing in intensity. After he's done torturing the poor boy, he lets a long string of saliva fall from his mouth and onto Steve's ass. Eddie uses his fingers to smear the spit over his hole and starts gently rubbing. Steve breathes out small, pathetic noises as Eddie brings his tongue down to where his fingers were.

While Eddie caresses Steve's hole with his long tongue, you start to touch yourself again. One hand on your breast and the other on your clit, you moan and wiggle where you're laying on the floor, causing both of them to look over at you. They both groan fuck at the same time and Eddie picks up the pace with his tongue before slipping a long finger inside of him. Steve growls with pleasure and Eddie starts to move his finger in and out slowly. Eddie spanks him again before bringing his free hand to his own cock, jacking himself off while finger-fucking Steve. Eddie adds more spit to his fingers and slips a second one in, pounding harder into Steve this time.

You feel left out and crawl over to them, forcefully moving Eddie's hand from his cock so you can wrap your lips around it. You start sucking and slurping, so hungry for attention that you've been craving while watching the two boys without you.

"Jesus Christ, y/n," Eddie hisses before jamming his fingers back into Steve, clearly hitting his prostate due to the animalistic noise he lets out.

"Eddie, need more," Steve gasps for air, "condoms, get condoms." Eddie frees his fingers from deep inside of Steve and pulls his dick out of your mouth. He grabs two condoms off of the end table and tears one package open with his teeth before sliding it onto himself. Before he walks back over to Steve, he grabs the belt that was draped over the arm of the sofa. With the belt in one hand, he rips the other wrapper open with his teeth and looks at you.

"You, on all fours," he gestures for you to get into position. You quickly obey and earn a "good girl" from Eddie. You savor the praise and feel tingles throughout your lower abdomen. "Such a good little girl," Steve agrees.

"Fuck, you guys, this is too much," you moan, clearly meaning that it's too much in a very good way. You're no longer facing them, impatiently shifting your weight on all fours as you wait for some kind of contact. You think you hear the clinking of metal but aren't too sure, since you're so cross-faded. Your curiosity is answered when Eddie grabs both wrists and shoves them behind your back, causing you to lose your balance and have your chest hit the floor. You whimper, one side of your face squished against the carpet. You feel metal handcuffs tighten around your wrists and start moving your ass around in the air, showing that you like the feeling of the cold metal against your skin. This earns a spank from Eddie. You breathe in sharply as his hand comes down on your ass and then let out a pained moan of his name.

"She's all yours, Harrington," Eddie says, "and you're all mine."

“Are you ready for me, beautiful?” Steve asks while leaning over you, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek. You nod excitedly, earning a smile from him. Steve positions his body between your legs, slowly dragging his fingers down your ass and to your pussy. Soon, you feel the tip of his cock against you. He slowly pushes himself inside of you and a low groan escapes from his throat.

“Steve, Steve, yes,” you moan and close your eyes as he bottoms out and then whips his hips back, slamming all the way back into you. His warm cock fills you, hitting your g-spot every time he thrusts. He has a perfect rhythm going, praising you for what a good girl you are in a raspy, jagged voice. His rhythm breaks, causing you to open our eyes to look behind you. Eddie has a fistful of Steve’s hair in his right hand, holding onto Steve’s hip to steady him with his other hand. Steve yells out Eddie’s name as he slides his thick cock into Steve’s ass. When Eddie pushes into him, Steve pushes into you. Steve’s body is draped over your back, kissing the nape of your neck and your shoulders. You hear the crack of Eddie’s belt snapping onto Steve’s skin and his groans grow in intensity by your ear.

“Fuck her sweet little pussy, baby,” Eddie hisses to Steve, who helplessly whines as the belt makes contact with his ass again. “You’re such a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Feeling your cock inside of her isn’t enough, hmm? You need my cock inside of you too, hmm?” Eddie snaps his hips back and pounds into Steve, causing a domino effect of Steve hitting your g-spot so hard that you scream fuck.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” Steve breathes into your ear. You moan at the praise, eyes watering and breath staggering from pleasure.

“The best little girl, y/n, taking it from such a bad, bad boy. Steve, my disgusting little slut,” Eddie growls as he whips Steve with the belt once more. You feel Steve tense as his breath quickens and his moans deepen.

“I’m gonna cum, Eddie, can I cum?”

“Yes, baby, cum on her tits for me.”

Steve pulls out of you and you gasp at the loss of his cock. He jostles you, tossing you onto your back. He snaps the condom off and grips his dick in his hand, jacking himself off until he reaches his climax.

“Y/n, sweetheart, you look so fucking gorgeous,” Steve grunts. You moan as you feel warm, sticky liquid splatter over your chest and neck. He starts playing with your clit in between his fingers before Eddie forces his cock back into Steve’s hole. You watch as Eddie absolutely rails Steve until he cums inside of him. You watch Steve’s eyes roll back as Eddie rams into his prostate again and again. Steve is panting and whining as Eddie lazily milks himself in and out of Steve to finish his orgasm. Eddie finally pulls out of Steve, who slowly collapses onto the floor. You watch the rapid rise and fall of Steve’s chest as he gasps for air. Sweat drips down his face and into his open mouth.

Eddie lets you know that he didn’t forget about you when he crawls towards you and gathers Steve’s cum on his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you savor Steve’s taste. With his fingers still in your mouth, Eddie moves his face to your throbbing pussy. He starts sucking on your clit and lapping up the wetness that has gathered inside of you. He removes his fingers from your mouth and slides them inside of you, curling his fingers into the walls of your vagina. Your breath hitches as you near your own orgasm, moaning his name as he deliciously fingers you and kisses your clit. He looks into your eyes and grins when you start to clench around his fingers. You yell his name as your body spasms and your hips thrust upward. You throw your head back and close your eyes tightly. You wish you could pull him in to kiss your lips, but your hands are still cuffed behind your back.

You and Steve both whine as Eddie stands up and starts to walk away.

“Geez, you two. Needy, aren’t we?” Eddie chuckles. He snaps his condom off and tosses it into the trash can. Your eyes follow him as he finds a small silver key. He keeps the key in one hand and walks over to the kitchen to wet a washcloth with the faucet. Soon, he’s hovering over you, planting sweet kisses on your cheek. He unlocks the handcuffs and gently rubs your wrists. He kisses your aching wrists, too, apologizing quietly.

“No, no, do not be sorry, Eddie, it was so good,” you flash him a wicked smile. He nods in appreciation. He starts to clean Steve’s cum off of you with the warm, damp washcloth, continuing to pepper kisses on your face, neck and chest. Next, he moves onto Steve. You admire Eddie as he cares for him, just as he did for you. Steve lays limp next to you in absolute bliss and exhaustion.

“You did so well for me, Steve,” Eddie cups his face in his hands.

“I did?” Steve’s face perks up.

“Oh my God, yes. So good, baby,” Eddie assures him. Steve looks so proud and fulfilled from Eddie’s praise. You understand, because Steve’s praises made you feel the same way. “How are you feeling, Steve?”

“‘m okay, Eddie. A little sore, feel like I can’t move.” Eddie takes this as his cue to help his poor little Steve, picking him up and bringing him to the sofa. He grabs a thick comforter and throws it on the floor where Steve just was. He takes some pillows and places them on the comforter. Eddie gestures for you to go onto the comfy space he’s set up for the three of you. You obey, cuddling up to a pillow. Steve follows suit and lays next to you, facing you. He wraps his arm around you and starts planting quick kisses all over your face. You giggle, gently pushing him away from you. He laughs and looks at your chest.

“Your tits are perfect, y/n.” You blush and your immediate reaction is to cover your breasts.

“Do not cover them up,” Eddie smiles, “they are too perfect to cover up, after all.” You remove your hands from your chest as they both stare at you.

Eddie joins you two, settling in on the other side of Steve. He drapes another thick blanket over your bodies and sighs contently. You all snuggle in closely, reveling in the sweet feeling of skin on skin. You wrap your legs around Steve, whose legs are entangled in Eddie’s.

You stay this way for at least a half an hour, exchanging kisses and twirling each other's hair in your fingers. Every few minutes, someone starts tickling someone else, leading to giggling and swearing.

As you feel yourself drifting off into sleep, you hear Eddie’s voice. It’s soft, the complete opposite of his sex voice.

“I love both of you so much,” he whispers.

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saintmurd0ck · 2 years

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hi i’m back for the sleepover with another ✨thot✨

you’re literally the queen of writing poly so i figured you’d like to indulge in the idea of taking eddie and steve at the same time. steve would be on the bottom, absolutely pounding the life out of you. while eddie is above you, mercilessly dragging his cock in and out of your mouth😣

the way this ask absolutely sent me to fucking hELL! and also i'm blushing so hard at the queen of poly thing omfg baby you're making me squirm and kick my feet together 🥺 (also i really hope i got their dialogue right!!)

paging @erosso too bc i need you to see this x

let's have a sleepover at mine!

don't stop | steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson

god, you'd be so deliciously full with the two of them going at it at the same time. let's say you're riding steve in reverse cowgirl, and he's got his hands on your hips, thrusting up into you like there's no tomorrow, and eddie's standing in front of your mouth, hands tightly wound in your hair. he looks into your doe eyes, at how you're taking him so well, how you're moaning with your lips wrapped around his cock. "shit sweetheart, you feel so fucking good"

meanwhile, steve's groaning like all hell because you're so goddamn wet for him, panting and biting his lip. he's pussydrunk, words slurring. "baby, baby, baby, fuuuuuuck"

you pull away from eddie's cock with a pop, eyes lulling in your head. "don't stop steve, don't you fucking stop"

eddie finds the back of your throat again in an instant, thrusting into you at a merciless pace, chuckling at the way your spit dribbles out the side of your mouth. you're delirious with pleasure, unable to form any coherent thoughts.

all you know, in this moment, is that your body belongs to them.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader #steve x reader x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #rhi's mutuals 💗#rhi writes 💻#saintmurd0ck let's have a sleepover #rhi responds 💌

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zios-stuff · 2 years

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You Steve and Eddie just sitting on the couch watching a movie all cuddled up ...Steve motions at Eddie to ask a question that they want to ask you a long time before

Eddie: yn

Yn: yeah?

Eddie:Why do you wear those two bracelets everywhere?

Yn: well...this one (a red and black one) reminds me of you and that one(a blue and dark green one) reminds me of Steve ...I love them both so I wear them both... always

Steve and Eddie: *just stare at you with hearts in there eyes

( they are just two baby's in love with you)

Yn: are you two ok *you smile sweetly

They just tackle you and you three fall on to the floor

Yn: aowww you dorks

(don't worry this is them reminding you that they're willing to die for you)

#poly relationship #polyamourous #eddie x steve x reader #eddie x steve #eddie x reader #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steddie x reader #steddie

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sunflowersteves · 2 years

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pillow forts and cuddles || e.m. & s.h.

summary || eddie and steve take care of you after a rough day.

pairing || eddie munson x steve harrington x gn!reader

author’s note || I just wanted fluffy time with these two idiots bc my week has been horrible <3

warnings || fluff, polyphobia mention

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“Oh, for fucks sake.” The keys jingle onto the floor, and you’re bending down to pick them up.

Today was a truly shitty day.

You pushed the key into the lock and pushed open the door. You let out a long exasperated sigh as you plop your keys onto the table without care. You take off your shoes near the door, almost letting out a frustrated scream at the laces being difficult.

“Baby?”

Steve poked his head out from the kitchen, smile widening at your presence. Too soon, though, that smile fades as he watches you sit down on the couch.

Tears pricked your eyes, and your lips were in an unusual frown. His heart sunk into his stomach at your upset expression. Steve quietly entered the bedroom to see Eddie’s eyes closed and head bobbing to a new Iron Maiden song.

He cautiously walked up to him, tapping Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie gasped in surprise as his body tensed from fright.

“Shit, Steve!” If this was any other day, Steve wouldn’t let him live that down. However, right now, his mind was solely on you. “Something’s wrong.”

Eddie perked up immediately at that, concern etching his brows. He lifted a hand to Steve’s, giving it a little squeeze. “What’s wrong, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t him. “They didn’t greet me with a kiss, Eddie. They just…sat there.”

“Shit.” Eddie cursed. His eyes were wide with concern and worry. Every single day without fail, you would always greet the two of them with a kiss. It brightened both Steve's and Eddie’s day every time.

They both enter back into the living room, sharing a look with one another before turning their attention toward you. And wow, their hearts absolutely shattered.

Your head was down, wet and salty tears cascading down your cheeks. Sobs rolled through your body as you tried to gain some control of your emotions. You just looked up at them—almost sheepishly as if you shouldn’t be.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie bent down in front of you, a hand on your knee for comfort. Steve sat down next to you, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I-It’s stupid! It feels so…stupid.” You were much quieter by the end of it all, sniffling a little. Steve reached over to grab your hand, interlacing your fingers together. “Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, baby.”

Eddie nodded immediately in agreement. “Cheese ball over here is right. It won’t be stupid at all. You got that?”

Steve subtly glared at the metalhead for a moment before he pressed a long, sweet kiss onto your cheek. “I-I just, I don’t know,” you pause as a lump in your throat forms again. Eddie starts to rub circles on the top of your thigh. “You don’t have to tell us, sweet baby. We can just cuddle and watch a movie. How does that sound?”

You nodded, your voice feeling weak as tears pricked your eyes. God, you felt so goddamn stupid for getting so upset. Everything just felt as if it was crashing down on top of you, and nothing you do can control it.

Eddie goes into the kitchen to gather some snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Steve started to make a little pillow fort on the ground. Your eyes start to light up just a little at the thought of them being so caring for you.

“Okay, I got Skittles, Twix, and Doritos. I also brought your favorite soda, a new coke.” Eddie’s heart thumps rapidly against his chest, almost swooning. You were cuddled up against pillows and blankets that Steve had placed on the floor. Steve was to your right, an arm around your shoulders and a box of tissues in your lap.

If Eddie wasn’t so preoccupied to make you feel better, he would’ve gotten Steve’s camera out to take a picture. Eddie goes to sit to your left, handing you all the goodies. You mumble a sweet thank you, making grabby hands for your boyfriend.

He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulders, like Steve. “Feeling any better, baby?” Steve nuzzles his nose to the side of your cheek, hand squeezing that of Eddie’s shoulder. You hum, munching on some of the skittles that Eddie gave you.

“I feel much better now that you guys are here.” They both smile, locking eyes with one another in celebration. You start to chew your lip, eyebrows becoming furrowed. Eddie plants a kiss on your cheek in encouragement, Steve’s eyes never leaving yours. “Today, at work, Paul asked how Steve was, and then Beth tried to correct him, saying that I was dating Eddie. Then they kept asking questions on who I was really dating and–”

Tears sprung to your eyes again, your chest constricting from nerves. Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed in thought as Eddie’s hand goes to squeeze your knee. “I just panicked and didn’t know what to do. I felt so stupid.”

“Oh, sweet baby, you’re not stupid at all. They’re the stupid ones. They just don’t understand that we both love you very, very much.”

Eddie looks over at Steve, but he doesn’t speak. Anger is bubbling through him as it settles deep within him. Steve couldn’t believe some people—trying to pressure you into telling you private details about your life. He pulls away for a split second, reaching over to cup your cheeks in his hands.

“You and Eddie are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wake up every single day with you two in my arms, and I feel…happy, I—so fucking happy after everything that’s happened. I-I can’t imagine my life without you.” Tears prick his eyes as deep passion swells his chest and spouts from his head to his toes.

You smile—brightly and radiating as your eyes start to shine for the first time tonight. Steve presses your lips onto his, a sweet and tender kiss that makes you curl your toes. You separate the kiss to turn toward Eddie, eyes darting to his own lips for permission. Eddie gladly takes the lead and presses a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips.

“Steve couldn’t have said it any better. Fuck those guys,” he hears you snort, “no, seriously. If they can’t get it through their thick skulls just how much we need each other, then they can fuck off.”

You start to giggle at Eddie’s aggression, and it makes the two of them burst into a fit of giggles with you. Eddie’s heart sings loudly against his chest at your and Steve’s smile—he just can’t help it. You’re his people. You both are it for him.

They then look at you, watching your eyes droop with exhaustion. They cuddle into each of your sides, pressing a long kiss to your temple. The affection has you smiling, and an immeasurable warmth spreads across your chest. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“We love you, sweet baby.”

“We love you so much.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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roanniom · 1 year

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personally i think each of us would take turns getting spit roasted. i think steve might be hesitant to get fucked/pegged but i think if you started by eating his ass and fingering him one day he’d be begging for it. but i think eddie loves being spit roasted the most, and honestly he thinks it’s kind of hot if he sucks on your strap and steve fucks him. i also think eddie loooooves to ride your strap while you and him makeout with steve’s cock. (can you tell i think about pegging steddie a lot? cause i do)

You said a lot of great things here, anon. A lot of great things.

In Here, Loser ♥️

Steddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, a blow job given by 2 people, dirty talk, joking allusions to religion

But the one thing that is sticking in my little brain is the singular image of you and Eddie making out with Steve’s cock.

Like….Steve is sat on the bed. Legs spread dominantly like a proper sexy asshole. And you’re on your knees between his legs, hands on his thighs, delicately kitten licking the head of his cock.

And Eddie walks in from work, looking for his partners.

“Helloooo. Lovers? Where art thou?”

You and Steve both manage to roll your eyes despite the sensuality of your current position. Eddie is ridiculous but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

“We’re in here, loser!” Steve calls out, voice slightly more hoarse than usual.

You continue licking Steve’s tip as if nothing’s changed, and that’s what you’re doing when Eddie bounds in.

“It’s not nice to call your lover a lo– oh fuck.” Eddie stops right in his tracks at the sight of you on your knees between Steve’s thighs. Only then do you slide off Steve’s dick, turning to smile at Eddie with swollen, wet lips. Eddie gives you both a dazed grin. “So this is what we’re doing? Got started without me, assholes?”

“It’s not nice to call you lovers assholes– fucking Christ!” Steve’s cut off from his teasing when Eddie lurches forward, bullying his way to join you between Steve’s thighs. Legs pushed even further apart, Steve falls back on his elbows, eager to keep watching as you engage in your favorite game - destroy Steve Harrington.

“Mmm missed you, Eds,” you hum at Eddie as he takes his big hand and cups Steve’s heavy balls. You speak with the corner of your mouth pressed to ridge where Steve’s shaft meets the head. Eddie smiles wolfishly.

“Missed you too, Princess.” The look in his eye is one you know and after he glances up at Steve imperceptibly quick, you’re both leaning in, your lips pressing together in an open mouth kiss that includes enough space for Steve’s cock.

“Oh fucking…Jesus you guys,” Steve moans from where he’s practically spasming on the bed. He might be the one who thought he was in the dominant position this afternoon, getting his dick sucked, but you and Eddie have him by the balls.

“You like that, Stevie?” Eddie coos. When you both pull back a bit his free hand opens for you to spit in, which you do happily. He then proceeds to stroke Steve’s cock up and down using your spit as lube, all while you sit up straighter and swirl your tongue around his tip. Steve let’s out an even louder moan and you chuckle.

“I think Stevie likes it,” you say. Eddie winks at you.

“It’s because his girlfriend is a sexpot.”

You laugh again and shake your head.

“No it’s because his boyfriend is a sexpot.”

“Would you both just shut up and suck me off? Fuck!” Steve cries out from above you. You look up to find him pulling his hands impatiently through his hair, a deep flush spreading from his neck to his hairy chest.

You look at Eddie like you’re thinking and he too looks like he’s considering.

Then Eddie suddenly yanks you closer to him to again make out with him and Steve’s cock. Your mouths open and tongues wrestle wit one another, sliding up and down Steve’s shaft while you both take turns kneading his thighs and playing with his balls, wet from your combined spit.

“You…of fuck…Jesus mother of - oh god…” Steve babbles, fists clenching the sheets. Eddie grabs the base of Steve’s cock and grins at you.

“Look, Princess, we turned him religious,” Eddie says with a massive grin. He then speaks into the head of Steve’s cock like it’s a microphone, adopting a news anchor voice. “Steve Harrington, what do you have to say for yourself and this turn towards salvation?” Your laughter fills the room as Steve pants.

“I fucking - ahhh - I fucking hate you. Ohhh. Both of you!” Steve manages to grit out, with absolutely no malice achieved in his tone, as Eddie continues to stroke his aching dick.

Eddie let’s go of Steve’s cock so you can wrap your hand around it daintily. You tsk and rub your thumb abound his leaky slit, making him whimper.

“That’s not very nice, Stevie. Careful, you might go straight to hell,” you say before licking a fat stripe right up the underside of his shaft before taking the head of his cock into your mouth like a lollipop.

As if you and Eddie combined aren’t already Satan’s helpers yourselves.

~*~

#steddie x fem!reader #steddie x reader #Steddie smut #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader

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once-upon-an-imagine · 2 years

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One Of Us - Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

A/N: omg! I was able to complete this story! I really hope you guys like it cause it turned out to be really long but I liked how it turned out xD

Requests - Anonymous asked: i need more steddie x reader comfort plssss maybe when like the reader doesn’t feel good enough for them so she leaves them and theyre like ‘i know for a fact she didnt stop loving us’ and they somehow find out that she’s been beating herself up abt it and having breakdowns and really in need of them but she can’t go to them bc she doesn’t deserve them and just a lot of angst to the reader but comfort in the end??sorry this is long!!

- theweirdone2468 submitted: Hiiii!! I was wondering could you do steddie x reader where reader is/was always quiet growing up and has abandonment issues and easily left out and reader starts feeling left out and doesn’t know how to tell them. Basically angst to fluff please I love your writing!!!!

Warning: polyamorous!relationship (SteddiexReader); reader is feeling insecure and left out; mentions of sex; this is really angsty and super long; I think that’s it, but please let me know if I missed anything

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

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One Of Us

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In a lonely bed... staring at the ceiling Wishing she was somewhere else instead One of us is lonely, one of us is only... waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all

“Good morning, Buster” you smiled when you felt your dog getting on your bed and waking you up.

You opened your eyes and saw the beautiful Bernese mountain dog looking at you and you scratched the back of his ear. You remembered the day you and Eddie brought him home. You found him wandering the streets by himself and you didn’t have the heart to leave him there. So you brought him back home with you and begged Steve to let you keep him. Which wasn’t really that hard since he put up that act of ‘I-don’t-want-a-dog’ that was over as soon as he saw Buster’s eyes and now he was the one who spoiled him the most.

“Where are your dads?” you asked, sitting up. And then you saw a note on Eddie’s side of the bed. “Oh, right” you sighed, opening the letter, letting you know that Steve had to go to work early and Eddie was planning some big campaign, so he needed Dustin’s help.

You didn’t really mind it. But always asked them to wake you up before they left to say goodbye. You knew they wanted to let you sleep in on your day off, but you still missed them. You felt like you had been seeing less of them in the past few weeks. Either your work schedule would cross with Steve’s or Eddie’s campaign or new job after school, or they would come home really late when you were already asleep, or leave before you got up. You were still trying to get into the routine now that you have been in your new apartment for a few months, which is why all of you were working more. You loved your new apartment and you knew they did too, but you still couldn’t help but miss them.

At least, since it was your day off, that meant you could take their lunch and have some time with each one of them. And, your anniversary was coming up soon in a couple of days and you three will spend the entire weekend together. You smiled to yourself, getting up from the bed and bringing Buster with you.

“Come on, boy. We have a big day ahead of us!” you said, excitedly as Buster followed you around the apartment.

After finishing your chores and making lunch for your two boys, you put each of them in the lunchboxes you got them. Even if they were a bit childish, you knew Steve loved his green Ninja Turtles lunchbox, and Eddie loved his Scooby Doo lunchbox so much he even threatened everyone in Hellfire if they made fun of it.

You headed out the door with Buster by your side. You knew Eddie and Steve hated the fact that you were his favorite. No matter how much the two of them spoiled him since he was a puppy (even if they loved to deny it) if you were to make him choose, you were certain Buster would run to you. Because you had. Eddie tried endless times to get him to go over to him instead, but he went to you. Every single time.

You drove Steve’s car, thankful that they took Eddie’s van since you were, as Steve liked to say ‘a hazard’ driving a car that big, and you headed over to Hawkins High first. You walked out of the car and were immediately surrounded by Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas. Mostly because they loved Buster.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Dustin greeted you, happily as they approached you both and the other three did the same.

“Hi, guys, how are you?” you smiled at them as Lucas and Will knelt down to pet Buster.

“Hi, buddy!” Lucas said, happily as Buster started licking his face. He loved the kids almost as much as you and your boyfriends did.

“Have you guys seen Eddie? I brought his lunch for him” you smiled.

“Oh, yeah, he’s supposed to meet us in like ten minutes to go over something about the campaign” Dustin told you.

“He said something about handling a deal on the… benches like off campus or something” Mike said.

“Oh, yeah, I know where that is” you told them. “Thanks, guys! I’ll see you around” you smiled as you started walking to the spot where you knew Eddie handled most of his deals. “Come on, boy” you said, going with Buster.

You stopped when you heard someone laughing—someone who wasn’t Eddie. You stepped closer and saw Chrissy Cunningham sitting on one side of the table as Eddie dramatically fell to the floor and then got up, making her laugh.

"On the good news, flattery works with me so… 25% discount off your purchase, lovely lady” you heard him say with a smile.

You trusted Eddie wholeheartedly. Steve as well. But there were just a few moments where you couldn’t help but let your insecurities get the best of you. They were both really handsome men. You knew that. So, it didn’t help when perfect people, like Chrissy Cunningham, got their attention and he made her laugh the way he was doing it now. You knew Eddie and he did whatever he could to make people comfortable around him, and that’s probably what he was doing. But you hated the fact that sometimes it made an ugly feeling grow inside of you. One that always told you that they could do so much better than you. You tried to bury them deep inside. And you would think that it wouldn’t happen as much since you have been together for so long, living together and all. But you still had a bit of trouble controlling these feelings sometimes. You couldn't really help it. Everyone in your life had left at some point. Steve and Eddie were the people that had shown you what love really was. So you were constantly terrified that it would happen with them too. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Buster barked loudly when he saw one of his dads.

“Shit” you muttered. “Buster!”

“Is someone there?” you heard Chrissy ask, worriedly.

“Princess?” you heard Eddie walking towards you. “What are you doing here?” he smiled.

“S-sorry” you said, trying to calm Buster down. “We didn’t mean to scare you” you smiled looking at Chrissy.

“Oh, hello, (Y/N)” she smiled kindly at you. “Who is this cutie?” she asked excitedly when she saw Buster.

“Oh, this is my boy, Buster” Eddie said, grabbing him from you. He was going to walk over to Chrissy but Buster barked louder, startling her and running back towards you.

“Buster!” you said, kneeling down to pet him.

“Hey! We don’t do that!” Eddie scowled him. “Sorry, he’s usually really friendly” he apologized.

“That’s okay” Chrissy said, still a little nervous, and sat back down.

“Sorry” you said. “We were just um-” you said, putting Eddie’s lunchbox up. “Bringing your lunch” you said, smiling at Eddie.

“Oh shit!” Eddie said, realizing he completely forgot. “I’m so sorry, princess! I swear I’ll just be five minutes-”

“Oh, I can come back later-”

“N-no, don’t be silly. I know you two have to go to class soon” you said, handing Eddie his lunchbox, making his smile fall completely.

“But… we always have lunch together on your day off” he frowned. “I’m sorry I forgot, love, I swear-”

“No, love, it’s okay” you smiled at him. “We have some errands to run” you said, pointing at Buster. “And we also have to go give Steve his lunch” you insisted. “It’s okay, really, you have things to do” you told him.

“You sure?” he asked, still not convinced.

“Yeah, love” you insisted. “We should uh- get going” you told him. “B-bye, Chrissy” you waved at the cheerleader.

“Bye, it was so good to see you” she waved politely. It really didn’t help that she was so sweet.

“Hey” Eddie said, pulling you away a little. “Are you sure everything’s okay? I can be free in like five minutes-”

“Eddie, it’s fine, love” you insisted. “I know you still have to meet up with the guys to talk about the campaign” you told him.

Eddie sighed, still unconvinced but he did forget and it was his fault that his time with you was now cut short. He loved your lunches together. Especially fighting over who got the best post-it by Steve. But he thought maybe you were really running errands and he actually had to talk about the campaign with Dustin and some of the other guys.

“Okay” he gave up. “See you tonight? I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he smiled.

“You don’t have to make it up to me, love” you smiled but he leaned down to kiss you quickly on the lips and then the cheek and then the forehead.

“Too late. I’m doing it anyways” he said, making you giggle. “See you later, man” he said, kneeling down to pat Buster and kissing his head. “You take care of her, okay?” he said, before getting up. “I love you” he said, kissing your forehead again.

“Love you too” you smiled before walking away with Buster and Eddie went back to Chrissy. “Let’s go, boy” you told your partner walking back to the car.

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Second stop, Family Video. You parked your car and opened the door for Buster to walk out with you. You put his leash on him, knowing that you had to keep him closer in busier places. You stopped right outside the door when a group of girls walked out of the store.

“I told you he was working today!” you heard one of them laugh with the rest. “He is so cute!”

“I think he’s into you” you heard another one tell the third friend as they walked the other way.

You looked inside and saw Steve leaning over the counter talking to two other girls. Again, you knew this was a regular occurrence. Your boyfriend was stupidly handsome and girls literally came in just to see him. But you trusted him. With your entire heart. It just made you feel uneasy sometimes when pretty girls basically threw themselves at your boyfriends. You knew Chrissy wasn’t throwing herself at Eddie. She had a boyfriend, as much of a jerk as he was, and she knew Eddie was with you and Steve. But sometimes, the girls that flirted with Steve didn’t know that. So, the ugly feeling tended to come back when that happened. Like now. You entered the store and saw the two girls laughing, a little too hard, at something that Steve was saying. And once again, your furry little friend gave you away.

“Uh, sorry, we don’t allow pets in here” Steve said before looking your way, but then he saw you. “Oh hey, sweetheart!” he said, smiling brightly at you. You noticed the two girls’ smiles drop and them glaring at you as Steve walked over to you, completely leaving them unattended, and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “Buster!” he said, kneeling down excitedly and petting him.

“Love, you have customers” you reminded him and he got up again.

“Right” he said, looking back at the girls. “Just one minute, okay?” he said, running over to the counter. You started walking around the store and browsing through the movies to get one for tonight. “Hello there, pretty lady” Steve said, appearing at the end of the hall you were currently in.

“Hi, love” you smiled at him.

“You’re here early” he frowned.

“Oh, yeah um… Eddie was busy so, we didn’t get to have lunch together” you explained, and then you saw his expression change. “What?”

“Shit, I’m sorry, sunshine” he told you. “Keith called this morning and he’s gonna be here in like ten minutes for a meeting so-”

“Oh” you said, feeling a little disappointed again. But it wasn’t Steve’s fault. Just like it wasn’t Eddie’s fault. They were just busy. “It’s okay, we just came over to bring you your lunch” you said, handing him his lunchbox. “We have some errands to run” you told him.

“I’m really sorry, sweetheart-”

“No, don’t be silly, love” you smiled. “I know you’re busy, and plus, I don’t think Keith would be happy to find Buster here” you insisted. “We’ll see you later tonight?” you smiled.

“Yes! I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

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

“Still going to” he said, giving you a peck on the lips. “I’m taking your favorite movie and we can all watch it tonight, okay?”

“But it’s your turn to-”

“Doesn’t matter” he insisted, grabbing the movie he knew you were going to reach for and smiling at you. “Okay?”

“Okay” you nodded, smiling at him. Steve leaned in to kiss you again when the bell of the door opening was heard again. “Shit, I have to go” he said, pulling away. “I’m sorry, love” he said, kissing your forehead. “I’ll see you tonight, alright? I love you” he smiled.

“I love you too” you said as he walked back to the counter to help the new guests. Girls again.

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The days went by just the same. You barely saw them around. Even that day when both told you they’d make it up to you they came home when you were already asleep. It was now Thursday night and you were once again by yourself, making dinner, waiting for Steve and Eddie to come home. You thought you might finally get some time with them tonight and you had the weekend ahead which was reserved for just the three of you.

Including Friday, since Eddie didn’t have school because of some teacher conference so you and Steve asked for the day off. You were excited and you couldn't wait to have them all to yourself for three whole days. You missed them so much. And you were certain they missed you too. You heard Buster barking and running to the door and you heard Eddie’s van coming from outside, since it could be heard for like three blocks away, really. They were home.

“Hey, buddy” you heard Eddie coming through the door. “Hi, princess” he said, coming over to you as Steve greeted Buster.

“Hi, love” you smiled and then turned to Steve.

“Hey, sunshine” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Dinner’s almost ready” you told them, but your smile dropped when you noticed them share a look. “What?”

“Love, we’re going to Jonathan’s tonight, remember?” Steve said, frowning.

“Yeah, Argyle’s in town and we had this guys night planned with the kids and all-”

“Oh, right” you said, remembering when they told you about it a couple of days ago. You still couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. It was the first night in all week you had seen them. But at least you had the entire weekend ahead of you. “I guess I forgot” you smiled at them.

“Do you want us to stay?” Steve asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“No, don’t be silly” you insisted, smiling at them. “You guys go have fun, I’ll just watch a movie and go to bed early snuggling with Buster” you told them.

“Lucky Buster” Eddie said, pulling you from Steve, making you laugh a little.

“We’ll make it up to you on Sunday, love” Steve said smiling at you.

You froze a little and looked up at him and then Eddie with a frown on your face.

“Sunday?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah, I have to work all day tomorrow” he said as if it was obvious, walking over to your bedroom to get changed.

“And we’re using the free day to move forward in our campaign” Eddie told you, following Steve.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces. Did they honestly forget? Maybe they were just messing with you and this was part of a surprise they would have for your anniversary.

“Wait, so you’re going to be busy all day tomorrow?” you asked, following them.

“Yeah” they shrugged as if it was nothing.

“W-what about Saturday?” you asked, thinking maybe they just forgot about tomorrow.

“Well, since we’re playing D&D all day tomorrow, the band is practicing on Saturday” Eddie explained as he changed.

“Yeah, and Keith asked me to come in the morning to train a new guy starting at Family Video” Steve said proudly.

You tried your best to smile since this meant he was getting more responsibilities and on his way to maybe becoming shift manager, but your heart ached horribly. They really just forgot all about your plans.

“S-so you’re going to be busy all weekend?” you asked, trying your best to not have your voice break.

“Not Sunday” Eddie replied. “We promise, Sunday is all yours, princess. Whatever you want” he said, quickly kissing your head and going over to get his keys. “Let’s go, Steve, we’re gonna be late!”

“But-”

“Sorry, sunshine” Steve said, mimicking Eddie’s actions. “We’ll make it up to you, okay? Promise!”

“I just-”

“Bye Buster” Steve said, patting him at the entrance.

“Take care of our girl, okay?” Eddie said as they left the apartment, closing the door behind them.

As soon as you heard Eddie’s van start again, you let the tears fall down your face. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They literally forgot your anniversary. Both of them. You ran over to the kitchen and grabbed the phone to call the two people that knew about your insecurities eating away at you. You heard it ring a couple of times before Nancy answered.

“Hello?”

“Nancy?” you asked, with your voice betraying you a little.

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong, are you okay?”

“Um… not really” you admitted. “Could you… maybe come over? Is Robin with you?”

“Yeah, of course, do you need us to bring anything?”

“No, I had actually made dinner for Steve and Eddie but they-”

“Ugh, let me guess, boys night? Mike made me drive him” she said, sounding annoyed.

“Yeah” you said, quietly.

“Okay, honey, hold on, we’ll be right there, okay?” she said. You could hear Robin in the background, grabbing whatever they needed. You could only nod before the line went dead and you sat on the floor. Buster was instantly by your side and you hugged him tightly to you.

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On Friday afternoon, Eddie walked inside your apartment earlier than he thought he would. The guys at Hellfire were better at the campaign than he anticipated and they managed to complete it early. He would be more upset if it didn’t mean that he got to come home to you and that Steve would be out soon. He was even able to pick up some of your favorite brownies and pastries from a bakery you loved down the street.

“Hey princess, I’m home!” he called when he entered the empty apartment. He frowned, confused, and started looking around. You were always home by the time he got there, and if you weren’t, at least Buster would be home. “Buster? C’mere buddy!” he called whistling, thinking he was just being a little shit and not wanting to leave your side like he usually did.

He walked over to the kitchen but found it empty. He then went to your bedroom to see if maybe the two of you were taking a nap, but nobody was there. He was certain that you’d be out of work by now. He went over to the kitchen and grab the phone to call your work. But he got even more confused when Jonathan told him that you had taken the day off and the rest of the weekend as well. So, he decided to call Steve.

“What’s wrong, love?” Steve asked as soon as he heard Eddie’s worried voice.

“(Y/N) is not home and neither is Buster!” he said, panicking.

“What do you mean they’re not home? She should be out of work by now and Buster should be home!”

“I called her job, Jonathan said she asked for the day off! And the whole weekend!”

“What? Do you think she wasn’t feeling good and didn’t tell us?”

“But then she would be here! With Buster!” Eddie said, worriedly.

“Okay, love calm down. I will be home in ten minutes and we’ll figure this out, okay? Maybe she’s over at Nancy’s or Robin’s. Robin’s off today too!”

“No! I’m not staying here, I’ll pick you up and we’ll go to Wheeler’s!”

“Eddie-”

“I’ll be there in five minutes!”

Eddie and Steve were now driving around town, over to Nancy’s house. That was their first thought.

“Eddie, love, I know you’re worried, but you need to calm down! You’re driving like a mad man!”

“Why aren’t you more worried, Steve? She is nowhere to be found! She didn’t go to work and she took Buster with her!”

“What do you mean she took Buster with her-?”

“She doesn’t do that unless she’s going to visit either one of us!” he told him. “She always tells us when she has the day off and what she's doing! And she’s always home when we get there, Steve!”

“Eddie, calm down. I’m sure she has an explanation for this, okay? Maybe she’s having girls' night with Nancy and Robin and just forgot to tell us and she brought Buster because she hates leaving him alone-”

“She took some stuff with her” Eddie said all of the sudden.

“W-what?” Steve asked, feeling his heart drop. “What do you mean? What did she take?”

“Just some clothes and her toothbrush” Eddie told him. “Her pillow was also gone” he said, gripping the steering wheel tightly. “You don’t think she-” he sighed. “You don’t think she would leave, right?”

“Eddie-” Steve said, feeling a huge pain in his heart. He knew that Eddie always feared that either you or he would leave. Just like his parents did. “Of course, not! She would never do that!”

“I just-” he said as he parked outside of Nancy’s house. “I know for a fact she didn’t just stop loving us! But… why would she do something like this-?”

“Eddie, listen to me” Steve said, grabbing his hands. “She wouldn’t just leave, okay?” he assured him. “We both know that. I know that you’re worried, but I swear that this will all have an explanation, okay?” he said, placing one of his hands on Eddie’s cheek as a few tears rolled down his cheek.

“Okay” he whispered, nodding.

“I love you” Steve smiled, giving him a peck on the lips.

“I love you too” he said, trying to smile back.

“Let’s go get our girl, okay?” Steve said as they both got out of the car.

The two of them walked over and Steve knocked on the door. He was surprised when it was Robin who answered.

“Hey, dingus” she smiled at Steve. “Dingus number two” she said, turning to Eddie. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Rob, is (Y/N) here?” Steve asked.

“No” she replied as if it was obvious. “Isn’t she with you?”

“Hey, Robin who was at the door?” Nancy asked, coming over and looking at the two boys standing at the entrance of her house. “Steve? Eddie? What are you guys doing here?”

“We’re looking for (Y/N)” Eddie told her. “Do you know where she is?”

“What are you talking about? She’s supposed to be with you” Nancy asked confused.

“What?” Steve asked, starting to get worried.

“Didn’t you spend all day together?” Robin asked just as confused as Nancy.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“Oh my God! She was right. You two actually forgot!” Nancy asked, getting upset.

“Forget what? Wheeler!” Eddie complained.

“Eddie, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand. “What are you girls talking about?”

“What day is today?” Robin asked them.

“Friday?” Eddie said as if it was obvious.

“Not the day of the week, you dingus! What date is today?” she repeated. And then, they saw the two boys pale and look at each other.

“Holy shit!” they muttered at the same time.

“Fuck! We both forgot our anniversary” Eddie said, feeling horrible.

“We had plans for the whole weekend together” Steve added. “How could we both forget?”

“Wait, but that still doesn’t explain why she’s gone” Eddie told them. “I mean, why didn’t she tell us? And when she’s angry she just stops talking to us but she doesn’t leave” he said.

The two boys noticed the girls sharing a look nervously.

“What?” Steve asked and they turned to look at him. They were certain that they knew something and weren’t telling them. “Robin!” he tried. He knew Nancy could take it to the grave, but Robin was a terrible liar.

“Well-”

“It’s not our place to say” Nancy interrupted her.

“Wheeler! We’re dying here!” Eddie begged.

“Nance, please, what are you two hiding from us? Is there something that we have to know?”

“Look… have you… have you noticed anything about her, lately?”

“What do you mean?”

“Has she been acting differently?”

“Different how? Look we’re really worried here okay? She’s not home! And she took Buster!” Eddie said, desperate. “Just tell us for fucks sake!”

“Alright, look” Nancy started. “She was really upset last night and she asked us to come over” she started explaining. “She said she’s been feeling a bit… neglected lately” she told them.

“What? Why?” Steve asked, feeling even worse.

“Well, you guys have been working a lot lately and so has she and she just said that it has been a long time since the three of you spent some time together so she was really looking forward to this weekend and you two idiots didn’t even remember!”

“Also how she feels insecure when you two flirt with other girls” Robin added.

“Robin!” Nancy widened her eyes at her.

“What? We don’t flirt with other girls!” Eddie asked, upset.

“Look” Nancy sighed. “You know that she has always struggled with being left out of things and people leaving her, right? She didn’t grow up in the best home-” she started.

“Yes, we know” Eddie snapped a little. “But we have made everything to let her know how much we love her! So we don’t really appreciate you accusing us of-”

“Eddie, love, calm down” Steve said, grabbing his hand again. “Nance, you know we would never intentionally make her feel that way-”

“I know” she nodded. “But she mentioned that lately, she started feeling a little… self-conscious about… some things” she explained. “A couple of situations, I guess, just added up and I guess you two forgetting your anniversary just made it even more real” she told them.

“Made what more real?!”

“She doesn’t feel important to you anymore!” Nancy blurted out, hating the hurt look on the boys.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Eddie muttered before he just walked away from everyone and back to his van.

“Look, we obviously fucked up, big time” Steve said brushing a hand through his hair.

“You think?” Robin told him and he glared at her.

“But we didn’t mean to! Of course, she’s important to us! She’s the most important thing in our lives!” he insisted.

“We tried to tell her that” Nancy told him. “We told her you wouldn’t forget your anniversary and you probably were just planning a surprise for her” she said.

“Did she say anything about today to you? Where she might go or something? I know she doesn’t have many places to go but… we thought she would be here” he tried.

“Sorry, Steve. She didn’t mention any of that. We just thought she’d stay home and maybe talk to you guys about it” Nancy told him.

“Okay” he said, sadly. “Please if you hear from her or if she comes here-”

“We’ll let you know, promise” Nancy assured him.

“Thanks” he said. “We have the walkie-talkie Henderson gave us so just use the channel okay?”

“Okay” Robin nodded. “Hey, Steve, she’s gonna be fine. Maybe she just needed some time to herself” she suggested.

“Yeah, maybe” Steve smiled sadly before walking over to Eddie who was now hitting and kicking his car. “Eddie, love stop!”

“No! We fucked up, Steve! We let her down! We did the one thing we promised her we’d never do!”

“Eddie, we’re gonna fix this!”

“How? We don’t even know where she is!” he said, with tears streaming down his face.

“Hold on” Steve sighed, going over to the front and grabbing the walkie-talkie. “Henderson!”

“Steve?”

“Yes, Henderson, we need a favor! We need you, Wheeler, Sinclair, Byers, El, Max, anyone to tell us if you have seen (Y/N)!”

“What? What do you mean? Is she missing?”

“Look, I don’t have time to explain, we just need to find her! Please just help me!”

“Alright, hold on, let me ask if someone’s seen her” he responded.

“Thanks, man” he replied, going back to Eddie.

“It’s getting darker, Steve-!”

“We’re going to find her. And then we’re going to apologize and we’ll make this up to her and fix this. And, Buster is with her, and we know he takes care of her. It’s gonna be okay, love, I promise! Let’s just… go to some of her favorite places okay?”

“Okay” Eddie nodded and Steve took the keys out of his hand.

“I’ll drive, love” he smiled, kissing his forehead. “Let’s go!”

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The two of them had been driving around for a while to all of the places they knew you loved, but no such luck. Until Eddie heard Dustin’s voice again.

“Hey, Steve!”

“Dustin! What do you have, man?”

“Eddie! So, none of the guys have seen her, but Max mentioned something about seeing Steve’s car in the trailer park” he said, as the two of them looked at each other confused.

“Are you sure? Is Red there with you?”

The two of them heard a ruckus on the other side and then Max’s voice came up.

“Hey! Yes, I thought it was weird, but it was parked right outside your old trailer” she explained. “I didn’t see if she was in there, but you guys can try- shut up, Dustin! I’m busy here!”

“Okay, that’s great! Thanks, so much, Max! If you see her or if she gets in touch with you, please let us know!” Steve said, grabbing the radio from Eddie.

“You guys fucked up, huh?”

“We don’t have time for this, Red! Bye!” Eddie said, turning the radio off as Steve turned around and drove as fast as he could to the trailer park. “Okay, there it is! That’s your car!” Eddie pointed at the old trailer where the three of you lived and they noticed the lights were on.

Eddie didn’t even wait for Steve to stop the car to jump out and started running towards the trailer, Steve close behind him, pulling him back.

“Eddie, slow down, love” he said as they stopped in front of a window.

They looked inside and saw you asleep on your old couch. It had been a few months since the three of you moved into your new apartment but everything still looked the same, only emptier. You were wearing one of Steve’s old basketball t-shirts and one of Eddie’s sweaters on top and your favorite movie was playing on the TV. They slowly walked over to the door and walked inside. As soon as they did, Buster launched at them barking furiously and making them jump back a little, Eddie stepping in front of Steve.

“Hey! Dude, what the hell? It’s us! Your fathers!” he complained as Buster calmed down but kept growling at them, standing in front of you, not letting them walk through.

“Buster” Steve said, kneeling down, only managing to make him bark again, louder this time and waking you up.

“Buster, what’s going on?” you asked, still asleep and opening your eyes and then you noticed your two boyfriends standing there. “Oh” you said, sitting up. “Hi” you smiled weakly at them. “Buster, c’mere boy!” you said, patting the spot next to you since he kept growling at Steve and Eddie. He instantly turned around and ran towards you, resting his head on your lap.

“Princess!” Eddie said, walking closer to you and sitting on the ground in front of you and Buster, Steve, following him. The two of them wanted to cry when they saw your red eyes and puffy cheeks. They could tell you had been crying, which is probably why Buster didn’t want them anywhere near you. “Love, we have been looking everywhere for you!”

“We are so sorry, sunshine!” Steve said, trying to hold your hand but Buster barked at him.

“Busty, that’s enough” you scowled at him in a soft tone and scratched his ear. “What are you guys doing here?” you asked, quietly, looking down at your lap.

“What are we-? Love, we have been looking everywhere for you! I got home and you and Buster weren’t there!” Eddie started.

“I’m sorry” you murmured. “I fell asleep. I was going to be back by dinner-”

“No, sweetheart, that’s not the point” Steve said, scootching a little closer and trying to grab your hand again but looking at Buster. When he didn’t do anything, he grabbed your hand and Eddie grabbed the other one. “We are so sorry!”

“We are the worst boyfriends in the world!”

“That’s not true” you said, looking up at them.

“Yes, it is!” Eddie argued. “We both forgot our anniversary!”

“And also… we went to look for you at Nancy’s and she and Robin told us that you talked with them last night” he said, making you pull away from them. You put your legs up on the couch and placed your hands on top of them. “Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I’m sorry” you said, feeling your throat tightening a little.

“Princess, we’re not mad at you” Eddie said, sitting closer to you and placing his hand on your knee. “We just want to know how you’re feeling and what to do to make it better” he said.

“It’s just stupid. That’s why I didn’t want to say anything” you insisted.

“It’s not stupid” Steve said, placing his hand on your other knee. “It made you run away from us-”

“No, I didn’t run away, I would never do that!” you said with a couple of tears falling down your cheeks. “I just… I don’t know” you admitted.

“Talk to us, love” Eddie said, trying to contain his own tears. “Please” he said, squeezing his grip on your knee.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “Things have been changing a lot” you started. “And I know it’s good things because you’re moving up in your job” you said, looking at Steve. “And you got a new job and your band is getting more gigs and your D&D campaign and all” you told Eddie. “But I just… I missed you. I missed how things were when we wre still living here, which is why… I came here” you told them. “Ever since we moved into our new apartment, I feel like I barely see you. You’re always gone when I wake up and I fall asleep before you come home” you told them. “And this past week I couldn’t have lunch with either of you and you got to spend last night together and…” you said, crying a little more. “Y-you forgot about our weekend-”

“We know, and we are so sorry, love” Eddie said, holding your hand again and Steve did the same.

“We feel horrible about that, we didn’t mean to, sweetheart-”

“I know” you nodded. “I know you didn’t mean to, it’s just…” you sighed, looking at Buster and scratching his ear. “You didn’t seem to miss me as much as I missed you and I just thought… I don’t know” you said, with a few tears falling down your cheeks again.

“Princess, of course, we miss you” Eddie said, getting up and sitting down next to you, Buster, growling a little when he was moved away from you.

“Tell us what else is going through your pretty mind, sweetheart” Steve said, sitting on your other side and kissing your forehead.

“It’s nothing” you said, resting your head on his shoulder and holding Eddie’s hand.

“Love” Eddie said, bringing your hand to his lips.

“It was just a lot this week, I guess” you said, quietly. “Look, I love you guys, so much and I know you love me too, I do, but… it’s just… sometimes it’s hard” you admitted.

“What is?” Steve asked.

“Well, it’s just…” you sighed again and got up. “You have to promise me you won’t freak out and let me talk” you told them. “Okay?”

“Okay” Steve nodded.

“Promise” Eddie agreed.

“Sometimes it’s just hard because you two are just… like… so perfect it’s infuriating, okay? And I just don’t get why you would want to be with me-”

“What-?”

“How can-?”

“You promised” you said, throwing them a look and they closed their mouths. “I know that you two love me, okay, I do! I just… sometimes I don’t get why, okay? I mean, my own family didn’t want me! Every person I dated before you just… left me for someone better and sometimes I’m just scared that you two are going to realize that and… do the same thing” you said, sadly. “Like… this week, on my day off when I went to give you two your lunch I…” you sighed and looked at Eddie. “You were talking with Chrissy and she was laughing a lot and I know you were just being nice to her but… she’s so pretty and nice and I just… I don’t know!” you said, turning to Steve. “And then I went over to Family Video and this group of girls came out talking about how handsome you were and that you were probably into one of them and I know that’s not true but sometimes it bothers me that girls practically throw themselves at you. Even in front of me! Pretty girls, who are also taller than me! Why is everyone taller than me?” you complained. “I know I’m overthinking and that’s why I didn’t want to say anything! Because I trust you two, I just sometimes feel like it’s only a matter of time before you-”

“Okay, no” Steve said, getting up as well. “That’s enough, don’t even finish that sentence” he said, grabbing your hands and pulling you to him. “Come here, sunshine” he said, sitting back down and pulling you between him and Eddie. “Listen to me” he said softly as Eddie wrapped his arms around you. “First of all, this is our fault, okay? We forgot our anniversary and we didn’t notice that you were feeling left out and we are so sorry” he started. “We know what you have gone through in your life and when we started dating, we promised you that we would always make you feel loved, because we love you and we miss you and we need you so much” he said, with his voice breaking a little. “We failed you, and I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way. You have no idea how scared we were today when we couldn't find you. I was trying my best to not freak out but I have never been more scared in my life. And I know that we have been saying this all week and we fucked up but we will make it up to you. There is nobody in this world that we love more than you, and there is absolutely no one that we would rather be with” he said, grabbing your hands in his. Tears kept falling down your cheeks and Eddie kept placing soft kisses on your head.

“R-really?” you smiled a little.

“Yes, princess” Eddie said, turning you a little so you can look at him now. “Everything Steve said is true. You are our favorite person in the world. If anything, we’re the ones who don’t deserve you” he told you.

“That’s not true-”

“Yes, it is. Look at everything you do for us, you always bring us our lunch in our cool lunchboxes” he continued. “You read Lord of the Rings to me every time I’m sick. You help me with my campaigns sometimes. You always listen to the music I want to listen to. And you help me when I get knots in my hair-”

“That goes for both of us” Steve added, making you smile a little.

“You plan movie nights with the kids. You come to all of my shows” Eddie kept on listing.

“You do everything for us, sweetheart” Steve told you.

“You have the most amazing heart of anybody I know” Eddie added. “Buster if proof of that” he said, making Buster bark at the sound of his name and you chuckled a little. “Which is probably why he loves you the most” he said.

“You had a whole weekend planned for us and we were just stupid enough to forget it” Steve said, apologetically.

“We love you so much” Eddie said, pulling you closer. “There is nobody in this world better for us than you” he insisted. “We are so sorry-”

“It’s okay” you told them. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner” you said. “I just… didn’t really know how and I didn’t want you to think that it was your fault or that I didn’t trust you because I do” you told them.

“We know, love” Steve said, kissing your cheek. “We still can be a little more cautious about that” he assured you.

“Yes, because we also hate it when a guy flirts with you so we know how it feels” Eddie added.

“That doesn’t happen” you laughed.

“Yes, it does” Eddie argued. “The fact that you don’t even notice just makes you more adorable, but it does, love” he said, kissing your other cheek.

“We are so sorry, sweetheart” Steve repeated. “And we promise to make more time with you, okay?”

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie said. “We can have a night a week that it’s just reserved for the three of us” he suggested before Buster barked loudly. “Four of us” he corrected, making you laugh.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

“We have like a board with a calendar at the shop with all the schedules, maybe we can have one in the kitchen to plan around it, and that way none of us will forget important dates” he proposed.

“Yes! I like that idea!” Eddie said, excitedly. “I’m canceling band practice tomorrow” he said.

“Yes, and I’m telling Keith I can’t make it to work-”

“No, guys, you don’t have to do that-”

“Yes, we do” Steve assured you. “We’re going to have the whole weekend just for the three of us. And we’re gonna do anything you want, okay?” he said, hugging you tighter and giving you a peck on the lips.

“We can start by getting your favorite take-out and watching your favorite movies tonight” Eddie said, giving you another kiss.

“That sounds wonderful” you smiled shyly at them.

“Let’s go home then” Steve said, kissing your forehead and then Eddie’s when he got up. “Come on, buddy” he said, snapping his fingers at Buster.

A few hours later, after a lovely dinner and a very heated session of make-up sex where the two of them kept proving to you how sorry they were, you were in your absolute favorite place in the world. Steve’s head was lying on your legs, almost asleep as you ran your fingers through his hair and you rested against Eddie’s chest while he ran his fingers through your hair. You were watching one of your favorite movies with Buster asleep on the floor after Steve basically fed him whatever he asked for. You turned to look at Eddie to see if he had fallen asleep and he smiled down at you.

“What?” he asked, kissing your forehead.

“Nothing” you smiled. “I’m sorry I scared you today” you told him and he lowered your hand to grab your free one.

“It’s okay, princess. At least Buster was taking care of you” he said, making you smile.

“I love you” you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

“Me too” he smiled back at you.

“Me three” Steve said, opening his eyes and looking up at you so you leaned down to kiss him as well.

The End

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