How About Some Slow Sweet, Early Mornin' Loving For Our Eddie Boy? Or On The Other Side, Dirty Rough

×Hanging from the cobwebs in your mind,×

Stuff that always gets me

Lil baby Tomura cuddles his pregnant mom. You think it’s be cute like him hugging her tummy and cuddling but it’s not

Tomu: *whispering to bump* I hate you… get out of mommy….

Y/n: *half asleep* tomu baby stop threatening your unborn sibling

Its funny how much you and Kai have become familiar with your triplets habits. You could both be dead asleep and yet whenever he feels Himiko move, his hands instinctively move and pull her just in time to stop her from stabbing your belly with something sharp. He'd pull the weapon from her hands, then pull Himiko to his chest and cuddle her until she falls asleep against his chest.

If he feels eyes on him, he knows it Dabi. Sighing, Kai would wake up and walk towards his son who is standing in the corner. Picking him up, Kai would walk towards the balcony and ask Dabi about his day. If he doesn't answer, then Kai would just start talking about random things, usually politics, which usually puts the little pyromaniac to sleep. Kai theorises that since Dabi likes to act all independent and mighty all day long, he sometimes wants some quiet time with either of his parents where they just give him their complete attention and make him feel important. You usually did that before, but ever since you became pregnant, Kai switched places with you.

And Tomura? Kai usually plucks the little boy off your belly and whispers in his ear that he's hurting mommy by doing that, so he can just cuddle upto her neck. However, when you get up in the middle of the night to pee or puke, Tomura immeadiately senses your absence and tries to go after you in the bathroom. Kai is quick to grab Tomura and stop him (from traumatising himself when he watches his mother violently puking her guts out), pulls him back to bed and against his chest, all while Tomura starts whimpering. Kai starts to tell him stories about you to distract him, tells him about how much you used to pray for a pretty angel like Tomura and how you prayed that her babies were patient and good. That's enough to soothe Tomura and make him less distressed, and by the time you return to bed, Tomura is already half asleep, mumbling how he loves his mom.

You'd raise a brow at him, but Kai would just shrug and kiss you, before pulling you close to him.

What can he say? He's good with his kids.

Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course, sweetheart."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

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

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

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, Y/N."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're right, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, need more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Spit in my mouth."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you sure?"

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I take you out on a date?"

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

"As you wish."

I......don't know what to feel

Desperate Affairs Masterlist

Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 6.5, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8.5, Jake Jensen, Part 9, Part 9.5, Meeting Andy, Part 10, Part 10.5, Girl Talk, Part 11, Part 11.5, Part 12, Part 12.5, Part 13, Part 13.5, Mrs. Barber, Part 14, Part 14.5, Part 15, Part 15.5, Part 16, Part 16.5, Ransom’s Girls, Part 17, Part 17.5, Part 18, Part 18.5, Camera Footage, Mary Adler, Part 19, Frank, Ransom, Andy, Part 20, Halloween, Part 21, Part 21.5, Part 22, Axel, Part 22.5, Thanksgiving, Deal, Part 23, Part 23.5, Part 24, Part 25 *BONUS* 💔THE END❤️

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A/N: this is a dark!fic that is a cheating story. Each chapter will be tagged with warnings. There are moments of dub con/non con, cheating, secrets, lies, manipulations, mental health, death threats, abuse, death, etc. proceed with caution. YOU are the one responsible for the content you consume.

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*This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!  I did it, I got them all, minus his early early work!

Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber, Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge, Steve Rogers, Jake Jensen, Frank Adler, Mike Weiss, Paul Diskant, Curtis Everett, Ari Levinson, Bill, James Mace, Bryce Langley, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea, Harvard Hottie, Kyle, Jake Wyler, Syd, Lucas Lee, Me, Chris Evans, Dennis Baker, Dr. Fisk, Jimmy Dobyne, Ryan Ackerman, Lloyd Hansen, Neil Mavromates,  Nick Gant, Judd, Casey Jones, Nick Vaughan, Stuart Stanton, Orin Scrivello, Buzz Lightyear

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dream a little dream of me | e.m

summary: Robin and Nancy realise that you are suddenly avoiding sitting at the D&D table where you usually sat, and someone else gets to hear about your very steamy reason behind it.

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

genre: suggestive goofy fluff

involves: reader being a pining MESS, a wet dream and some descriptions of it, suggestive ending, some teasing coming from Eddie.

word count: 2k

note: my first Eddie Munson fic is finally out! I wrote this between yesterday morning and today, and, I clearly did get carried away, as I said before I didn't intend for this to be longer than 800 words. I tried to finish and post this as fast as I could because your excitement got me excited! And I got honestly pretty proud of it, so please do tell me what you think. Mwah! 🫶🏼

You inhaled sharply, holding your breath a little as you entered the cafeteria. Scanning the place with your eyes, you found the usual, daily 40-minute chaos every student was allowed to – each social group was at their usual sits, some also divided from freshmen to seniors. And while you let a long huff of air out through your mouth, your eyes met with his figure, putting his tray dramatically on the Hellfire table – your usual table –. You felt like holding air onto your lungs all over again, or at least running to the closest bathroom, if not away from school itself. You desperately wanted to call in sick and run away from Eddie Munson, that was your provisional solution.

It felt all so real, the way you felt under him as he slowly and lovingly ran his hands through your soft, warm skin. The tips of his fingers were slightly calloused from all the guitar playing and they provoked goosebumps as he layed his beautiful hands on your belly. His perfectly plump lips added soft little moist spots in between your breasts as he layered kisses in there. His hair was tickling your neck and your legs were starting to tangle in each other.

Your eyes were tightly closed, and as you forced them open in an attempt to come back to your reality while starting to walk back around the tables with your own tray in your hands, you caught a glimpse of Robin and Nancy talking at a separate, small table. You were quite literally just about to walk past them in the direction of Hellfire, but in an outburst and with your heart racing, you walked a few steps back and threw yourself on a bench, sitting beside Robin. "Hi! hey, you guys I haven't seen you here! how's everything going?” Your voice sounded higher than normal, squeaky even, and you didn’t give your girlfriends any time to answer. “Nancy, you got your cover published, right? I’m so, so happy for you! How are you feeling?" though trying to feign any normality, you babbled all too quickly, both girls looking stunned at your sudden entrance, Robin frowned her eyebrows and glanced at Nancy, who was already looking at her with her own eyebrows arched and wide eyes. You noticed while your friends were having a tiny little debate through stares, and Nancy turned back at you. "y/n, why..." she pressed her lips together in a friendly smile "why are you sitting here? as in why aren't you at the hellfire table? I really don’t mean to be rude but… We don’t normally talk at lunch."

You almost winced. Fuck! You just can't be near those boys right now, you couldn't look at Eddie while he acted discourses, entertaining and basically ruling everyone at that table, not after last night. See, you screwed yourself when, in those typical situations, you dreamt about your friend who was starting to look a tiny bit cuter in your eyes. Except it wasn't simply any dream. You had a wet dream with your best friend who was starting to look cute in your eyes.

Damn it. His breath felt hot in your collarbones while your own was starting to sound gasped, both getting heavier by the second, the air getting thicker as you crossed that fine line between friendship and something else, as Eddie kissed that fine line away and you held back moans to hide how good it felt to finally do it.

Robin noticed a pang of guilt in your eyes as you turned back from a quick – but not so discreet – stare at your geeky friend group. "listen, I just- today. I just can't! I just can't look at Eddie!" you whispered the last part, still emphasizing it. Nancy turned her head slightly to the side as Robin couldn’t help her brain to process things way too quickly for her own good, she snapped “did you guys have a fight?!” 

“No!” You nearly screamed right back at her, starting to feel overwhelmed. It’s not that you didn’t trust your friends enough to tell them about this, though since she got with Jonathan Nancy tuned down on the boy-talk significantly, and Robin was more used to just pining, claiming it was simply safer for her that way. Y/n, though, was really just feeling so guilty and at the same time so scared she was suddenly starting to see her friend that way.

Seeing him. The sight of him hovering on top of her, all of his tattoos on display just for her to see and touch. His back muscles flexing as he lowered for each kiss or each thrust. The view of his arms and broad shoulders as he ducked down, engulfed in you and the passionate moment. The little times you would allow yourself to open your eyes just a bit and you were met with his. The way he smiled at you in the middle of the sheets. It was all so real you could spend hours redrawing the beautiful sight of Eddie Munson, your best friend, and dungeon master, on the bed with you, in your dream.

You let out a sigh, losing count of how many times you have done it since you woke up that morning. “Look, girls, I…,” you were met with the curious and supportive gaze of Nancy and Robin, who were silently ushering you to say whatever was bothering you about Eddie. “I had a dream last night and it just crosses a lot of boundaries and I just can’t face him right now, really”

As you explained yourself, trying your absolute best to make your friends understand what you were talking about without explicitly saying it, Eddie was not so subtly staring at your current table for a while now. He had noticed a few minutes prior when Robin spoke a little too loud that you were talking — probably gossiping — about him, the boy was notably worried because for starters you hadn’t sat amongst them that day, which already wasn’t usual at all, plus he was really excited about how he had unraveled the next events from his campaign, and he wanted to talk about it. Jeff noticed the frustrated frown on Eddie’s face and followed his gaze until his eyes reached your back as well. He nudged Dustin, both starting to convince Eddie to just go ahead and ask you if anything was wrong, not before smirking to themselves.

Eddie indeed had walked away from his table and was getting near you, Robin and Nancy’s faces were melting from interest to a slight panic, eyes widening again. But, too invested in venting about the problem at hand, you hadn’t noticed that, nor the reason behind it, not before it was too late. “Who can’t you face right now?” You heard his voice coming from behind you, widening your own eyes this time around.

Gosh, his voice. Hearing his voice for the first time after dreaming about it being so raspy and loud while muttering sweet nothings in her ear was hard. Your mind had no trouble taking you back to the vivid moans you heard in your dream – you were the cause of said moans –, while hearing him singing sometimes with Corroded Coffin, or even quietly in his room, his voice would already provoke palpitations in your heart nonetheless, but never in such scenarios, never so intimate, never so dirty.

You jumped from your sit, looking startled in the direction of the object of your probation for the day. Damn it, he was glowing, You were at a loss of words, gulping as an answer to his question, you knew damn well that you would only stutter if you so much as tried to come up with anything slightly convincing. “As a matter of fact, she was talking about you!” - Nancy stated calmly as if she knew just what she was doing Robin’s eyes went wide but soon she smirked in understanding. You were, apparently, betrayed by your own friends, gawking at them for a few seconds before turning back at Eddie. 

“Yeah she dreamt of you, actually,” it was Robin’s time to speak, making you run both hands through your face as Eddie wondered, “A dream?”. You pieced two and two together thankfully fast, but although you understood where the girls were coming from, this was not the right time or situation to indulge in confessing any bubbling feelings, so you went with the option Robin gave you earlier.

“Yeah, I dreamt that we fought! And you were a real di- a real prick to me about it! Okay?” You arched both eyebrows and tilted your head to the side, trying your best to muster any confrontation. You were terrible at it, and the only thing on your mind right now was how the first word that came to your mind to describe Eddie’s “bad” attitude in your dream was “dick”. What the fuck. Shit. You couldn’t be serious. You were starting to sweat. 

“...Wait but are you mad because of a fight with dream me?” Eddie nearly sounded concerned this time around, talking about his dream self as if he was referring to a whole other persona, maybe an evil twin or something like it.

Dream him. His touch, his breath, the sight of him, how he sounded. This was killing you.

You felt a pang of guilt at the way he sounded though, frowning slightly before looking back at Nancy. She wore a friendly scolding expression, lips pressed together. It was unfair to him that since you couldn’t control your silly little brain and its damned dirty thoughts, you’d simply ignore Eddie as a solution. 

As you fell silent for a little long, Eddie touched your arm softly. “can we…?” He nearly whispered softly motioning somewhere else with his head, indicating he wanted to talk to you with a little more privacy. Your friends giggled, you’d remember to  — playfully —  confront them about this later. Later, because right now Eddie was being all worried and soft, and this was killing you.

You left the cafeteria, and Eddie was still with his hand in your arms as he stopped in front of you, his hands made their way down to yours as you rested your back on a wall, gulping again. The hall was really quiet, Eddie started speaking again, looking at you with those soft, big brown eyes. “Are you actually mad at me? Come on, what can I do about it? How can real me compensate you for the way dream me acted, hm? What did I do?” It was funny, though, the way he wasn’t even being ironic about the whole fight dream and how he was willing to make things right. If you weren’t so worried and build up about the whole real situation, you would’ve laughed.

"No, Eddie, you didn’t do anything wrong, I… We didn't fight, we…" Every little stop was a nervous, deep breath. Eddie seemed to be really focused on what you were trying to say and as you fell into silence again, he noticed you trying to wet your dry mouth with your tongue, your gulp, the way you were gripping both his arms, your closed eyes, and eyebrows pressed together. Your generally flustered complexion. Eddie Munson was repeating for the third time, but he could put two and two together, especially when he himself has acted that way about you before, he was just better at hiding it.

“What did we do then, y/n?” His voice was more stern this time, and you looked at him quickly, opening your eyes that started to wide almost involuntarily this time, he was smirking. your mouth fell into a small “o”, and his smile only widened at that. He caught onto you. Shit.

Eddie didn’t contort his face into one of disgust or run away from you as you has imagined earlier today, though, no. He was still there, both of your hands were still with a tight grip on his arms, nearly hiding his bat tattoos, his right hand was still on yours as the left one flew to cup your cheek. The damned bell rang. It felt like you were dreaming and then woke up all over again. Eddie kissed your forehead, “You know… you could stay a little later after we’re finished with Hellfire today, tell me a little about the dream. I can still compensate for dream me, I hope.” And with a wink, he just mixed into the chaotic crowd of students going back into class.

the hills | s.h., e.m.

pairing: best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader | boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie pops the question about having a threesome, and little do you know, he already has it all planned out.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI I BEG FR, she/her reader, marijuana use, sex while high, slight dubcon(?), oral (all receiving), dom!eddie, switch!steve, switch!reader, some male on male (kissing, groping), spitting, swallowing, dirty talk, doggy style, biting, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, praise, OVERSTIMULATION, edging, voyeurism, dacryphilia, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex (you know this, don't do it). lmk if i forgot anything!

word count: 4.9k

a/n: i am sweaty, i'm surprised i'm capable of such filth. i have a heavy dacryphilia kink if you all can't tell by now. also, i know the meaning behind the hills - the weeknd does not fit this at all, the beat is just sexy asf. a link to the instrumental is here to listen to while you read. ignore any mistakes my laptop likes to jumble sentences sometimes. anyway, enjoy!

gif not mine

last warning minors pls don't interact.

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"You can rinse now," Eddie offered after lathering your back with soap, making sure to squeeze your ass a few times in the process. You and Eddie showered together regularly since you spent most nights in his trailer. Eddie loved taking showers with you because he could save water and see you naked. Nearly every time Eddie sees you naked, he acts like it's his first time ever seeing you so vulnerable, admiring your figure completely.

You turned around, facing Eddie with your eyes closed while the water ran down your backside, rinsing the suds off of your gentle skin. Eddie washed himself first many minutes ago so he could tend to you. Pressing his right hand against your hip, his fingers gently digging into your skin to admire your body further, his tongue poking out of his mouth for a moment to lick his lips.

"You know..." he trailed off as you finished rinsing, wiping your eyes to meet his gaze. "I've been thinking."

"About?" you asked, unsure if you should feel concerned or not.

"I've been wanting to... spice things up, you know, in bed," he explained, earning a raised brow from you in amusement.

"How so?" you hummed, a smile spreading across your lips in excitement.

"How would you feel about bringing someone into the mix?" he questioned carefully, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. Your eyes widened at his suggestion. You'd never thought about having a threesome before. Eddie, on the other hand, thought about it consistently. In fact, he knew exactly who he wanted it to be: Steve.

Surprisingly, only Eddie and Robin seemed to notice how much Steve wanted you, and Eddie found him quite attractive. Even if Steve wasn't interested in Eddie, Eddie still wanted to experiment with Steve for you. It was always about you.

Eddie was very honest about his sexuality, especially with your friend group. Robin and Eddie's friendship became stronger when he came out to the group as bisexual, with you by his side to support him. Nancy was supportive as well, reassuring him that she didn't view him differently. Steve made sure that Eddie felt accepted by him, and their relationship grew stronger.

"I mean... I think it could be fun to try," you admitted, bending down to turn the shower off. A wave of relief washed over Eddie since he had already invited Steve over to hang out, to surprise you.

"Really?" Eddie grinned with a cocky smile, reaching for your towel, as well as his, from the towel rack on the wall. You nodded in response before accepting the towel from his hands to dry yourself off. Eddie left the bathroom to get dressed, leaving you in the bathroom alone.

Steve's timing was perfect, inviting himself into the trailer at the same time Eddie finished getting dressed. Eddie was lighting a freshly rolled joint as Steve entered his bedroom, greeting him.

"Hey, Eddie," Steve greeted, kicking his shoes off before making himself comfortable on Eddie's bed to relax since Eddie was sitting on his desk chair. Before Eddie could greet him back after exhaling a puff of smoke, you entered the bedroom with only your towel wrapped around your body to grab fresh clothes.

"Don't smoke it all without me," you whined, referring to the lit joint between Eddie's fingers. "I still need to brush my hair."

"You know I won't, darling," Eddie soothed, leaning back in his chair.

You didn't notice Steve at all as you made your way over to Eddie's dresser, your back turned to him as you grabbed one of Eddie's band shirts and a pair of your underwear. You obviously had clothes there since you spent the night so much, but you still wore Eddie's shirts to bed.

Steve's eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was still damp, droplets of water streaking down your back. The towel was cheap and not that big, so if you had it an inch higher, he would've seen the bottom of your ass. Oh, your ass. The thought of it nearly made Steve palm his slowly growing bulge, but he quickly regained control of his thoughts before his eyes shifted to Eddie, who was staring at him with an open-mouthed smirk, his tongue in his cheek. Eddie was completely amused seeing Steve already getting weak for you, knowing that he wasn't prepared for what Eddie was about to propose.

Once you were back in the bathroom, not noticing Steve once, Eddie chuckled to himself. This quickly gained Steve's attention, who was about to speak, but Eddie beat him to it.

"You don't have to say anything, Harrington. I'm not blind," Eddie declared with a smirk, taking a drag from his joint.

"What are you talking about?" Steve questioned, playing dumb. He knew Eddie saw the way he was looking at you, becoming nervous.

"Hey, it's cool," Eddie taunted, his smirk never faltering as he raised his hands up in defense, the joint dangling between two fingers on his left hand. "I know my girl is hot."

"I..." Steve attempted to speak, cutting himself off.

"I notice things, Harrington," Eddie advised, standing from his chair to make his way over to the bed. "And you don't need to feel ashamed. In fact, today might be your lucky day."

Eddie finished his sentence as he sat on the edge of his bed beside Steve, who'd moved to sit up with Eddie. "What do you mean by that?" Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Eddie's cocky smile grew when Steve didn't attempt to deny his attraction towards you, answering with, "Have you ever imagined doing anything to her? What am I thinking, of course you have. Well let me tell you, her fucking face when she cums--"

Eddie cut himself off, playfully slamming his hand into his own chest, where his heart resided, "It changes you. You'll never want to stop."

Steve's cock twitched at Eddie's words, thinking about all of the possible things he would do to you to see that pretty face of yours while you're withering underneath him.

"Why're you doing this?" Steve asked, understanding that Eddie was fully aware of his attraction towards you.

"I'm not teasing you," Eddie assured, passing the joint to Steve. "I'm preparing you. Do you want to know what she feels like? What she tastes like? She's yours, lover boy." he said, gently squeezing Steve's right knee. Steve's prominent bulge answered Eddie's question in itself. Steve's eyes widened, about to reply as you made your way into the bedroom. Steve quickly folded his hands together and placed them on his crotch, slyly covering it. Both of the boys looked up at you, their conversation being cut short. From what Steve gathered, he had full permission to touch you, if you allowed it.

"Oh hey, Steve," you smiled, standing in front of the two, who were still sitting on the edge of the side of the bed. "I didn't hear you come in."

Clearly.

"Yeah, he just arrived," Eddie replied, grinning up at the other man. Steve playfully rolled his eyes at Eddie, turning to face you to hand you the joint after taking a hit. You thanked him and accepted it with a smile, taking a thick drag as you moved to stand directly in front of Eddie. "And... I think we found the one."

You exhaled the smoke from your lungs, staring down at Eddie, who was smirking over at Steve. You quickly caught on, feeling a twinge in your core at the thought. You were attracted to Steve, you couldn't deny that, which only made it better. Eddie's gaze shifted from Steve to what was right in front of him, your lower half. You weren't wearing the panties you grabbed from the dresser, having ditched them in the bathroom to surprise Eddie, initially. The silence wasn't awkward, mainly because all three of you had plenty on your mind. Eddie slowly ran his right hand up your thigh, underneath your shirt to palm your core, feeling your wetness damp his hand.

"She's ready," Eddie smirked, gently swiping his middle finger up your folds. "Fucking soaking for you, Harrington."

Already feeling high, a soft moan fell from your lips while your eyes fixated on Steve's. Steve was using every ounce of self control to not make a move, shifting in his spot as he held eye contact with you, watching your mouth gape in pleasure from Eddie's teasing finger. You glanced over at Eddie for permission, to which he nodded. You handed Eddie the joint before quickly getting onto the bed, pulling Steve's shoulder so he could follow your movements. You forced Steve onto his back, him gazing up at you in surprise from your needy body language.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked Steve, straddling his lap while grabbing his hands to press them against your hips, tracing gentle patterns into his hands with your thumbs as you held his hands in place. Steve's eyes were wide, dumbfounded that this was actually happening. All Steve could do was nod, and due to his obvious submissiveness at this point, you decided to tease him first.

You guided one of Steve's hands underneath your shirt, shuddering at the gentle touch of his cold fingers when they made contact with the far top of your thighs. Steve grunted, taking control himself to use his right hand to swipe a finger between your folds, wanting to confirm how wet you were. It made sense since you walked into the bedroom prepared to get fucked to begin with.

"You really are soaked," Steve hummed, his tongue poking out of his mouth to glide across his lips, wetting them.

Eddie smiled, crawling over to lay beside you and Steve on your left side, helping you tug your shirt off. You were completely bare underneath, having no reason to put on a bra at bedtime. "Gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Fuck," Steve moaned at the sight of your bare form, nodding as his clothed bulge ached against your core. All submissiveness Steve previously had was gone, grabbing your hips with force. "Sit on my face."

Your lips slightly parted, shocked at his words of order. Steve didn't give you time to answer, his strong grip on your hips aiding him in lifting you up enough for him to slide himself down the bed, his face right below your pussy. Nearly immediately, Steve slammed your hips down, forcing you down his face, causing you to release a loud gasp.

Eddie was chewing his bottom lip, palming himself through his tight skinny jeans as he watched Steve begin to devour you from the inside out. Steve licked a warm stripe between your folds before completely submerging his tongue inside, earning a loud moan from you. The view before him felt like a wet dream, it was the best experience he's had so far, just watching you ride Steve's face as Steve repeatedly poked his tongue inside of you, purposely avoiding your sensitive bud for now, wanting you to control him.

You slipped your fingers through Steve's hair, tightening the strands into your fist as you forced him to rock his head, quite literally face fucking him so he could give attention to your clit, flattening his tongue against it. Steve moaned against you, admiring how good you tasted, sending vibrations throughout your body, earning yet another beautiful moan from you.

"Fuck, keep doing that," you whispered, and Steve didn't hesitate, humming against your sensitive clit. Your body shook involuntarily from the contact, a string of curses falling from your lips. You were so distracted by Steve's skillful tongue that you didn't notice Eddie was now stroking himself, his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. You looked over at your boyfriend, moaning even louder than before at the sight of him pleasuring himself, his mouth hanging agape from his self induced pleasure.

You smiled at him cockily with your mouth hanging slightly agape in pleasure, fucking Steve's face with more force, causing Steve's teeth to gently nip your clit. Surprisingly, it felt good. Steve tried to bend his head back to look up at you and make sure you were okay, but was immediately cut off by you yanking his hair toward your cunt, forcing his mouth back on you. A groan from Steve's lips rippled through you from your dominance and he started to buck his hips in the air, craving some sort of physical attention on his throbbing member.

"You like the way his tongue feels, princess?" Eddie cooed, raising his free hand to squeeze your ass, his other hand continuing to slowly jerk himself off. You knew he didn't want you to aid him in pleasuring himself, since he would've been guiding your hand to him by now. He just wanted to watch you with Steve first.

"It feels so fucking good," you responded with a moan. Steve moaned against you in response to your praise and began to use his right thumb to rub gentle circles on your clit. His left hand still gripping your left thigh with such strength you were sure to wake up with fingerprint bruises. You began to feel the oh-so familiar knot begin to wind, insinuating that you were close. How could you not be? The way Steve would swirl his tongue inside you so skillfully like it was nothing was enough.

It was fair to see you all were now very high, the pot settling in enough for your senses and emotions to heighten. The weed made it easier for Steve to get comfortable, that's for sure. With his free hand, Eddie carefully ran his fingers down the side of Steve's thigh, waiting for a protest. When none was given, Eddie slowly trailed his fingers to Steve's tent, gently running his fingers over it. Steve shuddered in anticipation from the contact but never moved away from your pussy, his hooded eyes gazing up at yours. He didn't want to miss your face when you cum, Eddie's voice replaying in his head about how fucking hot you look when you reach your release. You and Steve were definitely having a moment, and Eddie didn't want to interrupt it, admiring it from beside the two of you.

"She's close," Eddie smirked, taking note of your facial expressions as he moved his hand away from Steve's crotch to roll your left nipple between his fingers, twisting it tenderly. Steve grunted in response, wanting to just yank you off of him and throw you underneath him so he could fuck the shit out of you. You threw your head back in pleasure, pretty moans rolling from your lips, feeling your release creeping up on you rapidly.

"Mm-mm," Eddie tsked, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, bending your head down to meet Steve's eyes. "Look at him."

Your mouth was hanging open in a beautiful 'o' and your eyes were nearly shut, unable to control them as you felt your climax reaching closer, and closer.

"I'm gonna cum," You admitted, your eyes never leaving Steve's. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Cum all over his mouth, babydoll," Eddie ordered in a deep voice, tightly massaging your left breast. "Let him feel you pulse around his tongue."

You followed your boyfriend's orders, your climax striking through you. Eddie was good at eating pussy, but the way Steve gave all of his attention to you, never looking away from you for a split second, it was a newfound satisfaction. Your thighs trembled on the sides of Steve's face, your eyebrows furrowed and raised as you let out the loudest moan yet, cumming on Steve's tongue. Steve felt like he was ready to bust then and there, because Eddie was right, your face when you came was an experience, to say the least.

Eddie grabbed your hips, lifting you off of Steve as you trembled above him. Steve licked his lips, craving the taste of you as you were removed from him. Eddie eased you onto your back, in between him and Steve, so Steve was now on your left side, and Eddie was on your right. Eddie's cock was throbbing, standing on its own even after he quit touching himself to move you.

"What'd I tell you?" Eddie chirped to Steve with a shit-eating grin before looking back down at your shaking form. "We're gonna take good care of you, okay, sweetheart?"

You slowly nodded in response, feeling hazy from your intense orgasm. You couldn't stop panting, feeling exhausted already.

"Steve's gonna fill you up first," Eddie stated with a cocky grin, glancing over at Steve for a quick moment. Steve matched eye contact with Eddie, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth. "And you're going to take me in your mouth. Can you do that, sweetheart?"

You nodded again, unable to get a word out just yet. You were desperate to pleasure both boys, no matter how much it would overstimulate you. You reached over to grab the hem of Steve's jeans, and he helped you unbutton them, sliding them off as well as his briefs shortly after. In the meantime, Eddie rearranged himself so he was sitting on his knees, preparing himself to face fuck you while Steve took you from underneath him. Eddie wrapped his fingers around your neck, forcing your head to the right to look at him.

"So fucking pretty," Eddie muttered, gently tapping the head of his cock against your cheek. Steve's member twitched at the sight of this, and he let out a low groan. Steve pumped himself a few times from beside you before moving to kneel between your legs, one of his hands slipping underneath your right knee to prop your leg up. Eddie grabbed your chin, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, and you obliged, opening your mouth wide for him and accepting him into your mouth. Just as Eddie completely filled himself in your mouth as far as he could, Steve slid his tip down your wet folds in a single stripe before slowly entering you.

"You feel so fucking good," Steve whimpered, filling you all the way until his hips were flush against the back of your thighs. He grabbed both of your thighs with his hands, his fingers digging into them as he slowly began to thrust. Steve's mouth opened wide in satisfaction as he felt your walls tighten around him from the compliment, and his hand collided with your ass. "Fuck, keep doing that, baby."

"What is she doing?" Eddie asked with a smirk, his fingers entangled in your hair to guide your face as you sucked him off. You obliged Steve's orders and continued to tighten yourself around his cock, causing him to thrust into you more deeply with every pound.

"She's- fuck- clenching around me," Steve uttered through his teeth over the slapping noises of his hips colliding with your skin.

You continued your work on Eddie's member, hallowing your cheeks around him as your tongue danced against his now-wet, velvety skin, moaning against him.

"You love the way Steve's cock feels? Of course you do, fuckin' moaning on my cock," Eddie hummed, bending your head slightly backward so he could see your eyes more clearly. You nodded, gazing up at your boyfriend with doe-eyes as you continued to work your magic. "Fuck, you know what you're doing."

You wished you could make this last forever, the only two boys you're insanely attracted to crumbling from your wet touch. Steve was slamming into you like his life depended on it, indulging in finally being able to show you how much he's been wanting you. Steve and Eddie locked eyes, completely engulfed in pleasure as they admired each other, their mouths agape. Eddie leaned over to wrap his fingers around the nape of Steve's neck, pressing their lips together. Steve instantly kissed him back with a hum, wanting to feel Eddie's lips ever since they started.

Soft grunts were erupting from Eddie as he bucked his hips to meet your head bobs, your warm cheeks and spit nearly throwing him off of the edge. He pulled away from Steve and quickly pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet, roughly grasping your chin before leaning down to collide his lips with yours.

"I-I'm gonna cum," Steve warned, looking over at Eddie for further instructions as loose hairs bounced on his forehead with every thrust of his hips.

"Where do you want Steve's cum? Hm?" he hummed, pressing his fingers roughly into your cheeks to separate your jaws, forcing your mouth open so he could spit into it.

You swirled the spit around your mouth before swallowing it, answering, "I-In my mouth," you cried out, feeling the knot tightening in your lower half once again while Steve continued his skillful movements. Each thrust from Steve caused your body to jolt up, Eddie having to hold your face tightly so it wouldn't move with the rest of your body.

"You heard her," Eddie spoke, looking over at Steve. "Give the slut what she wants."

Steve eased himself out of your core, crawling up to lay beside you. You whined from the loss of contact on your cunt despite wanting Steve to cum in your mouth instead. You rolled over onto your stomach, shifting so you could rest between Steve's legs, his cock only inches away from your face. You instantly eased him into your mouth, moaning against his shaft from the taste. Steve threw his head back from the vibration, a throaty moan escaping his mouth. You fastened your pace, wanting Steve to reach his climax before it could disappear.

Eddie made his way to kneel behind you, roughly pulling you up to rest on your knees. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind you against your back. To help stabilize your upper half, Steve wrapped his hands around your face, holding your head up, so all you had to do was bob your head, not having to use extra strength to hold yourself up due to your hands being taken away.

"Just like that, baby," Steve praised, his eyes hooded. "You're doing so good."

The difference between Steve and Eddie in this moment was that Steve loved to praise, and loved receiving it, and Eddie loved degrading you while still making you feel loved.

"I'm-I'm," Steve stammered, using one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair, tightening your strands into his fist. Steve, overwhelmed with the feelings of euphoria, was not able to warn you before hot strings of cum shot to the back of your throat. You continued to suck him off through his orgasm, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. You swallowed, slowly pumping your head to help him ride out his orgasm. Eddie pumped himself before pressing his tip against your folds, teasing your entrance.

"Oh, fuck," You moaned after pulling Steve's out of your mouth, glancing behind you to make eye contact with Eddie. Once your eyes met Eddie's, he forced himself completely into you, your walls wrapping around him tightly, earning another loud moan from you. The force of his thrust caused you to jerk forward, your face nearly smashing into Steve's stomach.

"Move up," Eddie ordered harshly, wrapping his free arm, that wasn't holding your wrists, under your stomach to lift you and force you forward so you were directly above Steve, your face inches above his. Steve's legs were now closed so you and Eddie could straddle them comfortably.

Eddie's grip on your wrists was strong, and hurt a little bit, but it only heightened what you were feeling. Pure bliss. Steve gazed into your eyes as you moaned, your breaths hitting his lips as your mouth hung open involuntarily.

"Does he feel good, baby?" Steve cooed, wrapping his right hand around the backside of your neck, his left hand stabilizing you on the side of your throat.

"Mhm," You moaned, clenching your walls around Eddie.

"Fuck. You dirty bitch," Eddie seethed, harshly slapping your ass with his free hand. The slap caused you to yelp into Steve's mouth, who cooed at you, pressing gentle kisses on your jaw. "She knows how to drive a man crazy," he grunted to Steve.

"Harder," you begged with a choked sob, arching your back to give Eddie a better view of your ass. Eddie slapped it once more, surely leaving a mark. He let go of your wrists to grab your hips and forcefully slam into you at an ungodly pace. Sounds of wet skin slapping together and moans were the only thing filling the room.

"Is this what you want?" he grunted between pants.

"Oh my god, oh my god," was all you were able to cry out, finally able to stabilize yourself with your hands, which you placed on the bed above Steve's shoulders.

"Kiss me," you begged down at Steve, barely above a whisper as you stared into his now soft eyes. Steve obliged, colliding his lips against yours. He felt your wet cheeks caused by your tears of extreme overstimulation throughout the evening, gently swiping your tears with his thumbs as your lips melted on each others.

Eddie felt himself nearing his orgasm, wanting to make sure you came with him, he reached to grab a fist full of your hair, yanking you so your back was flush against his chest. You yelped from the sudden force, arching your back to press your ass deeper into him. Eddie wrapped an arm around your chest, holding you tight against him as he fucked up into you. With Steve, you were completely different. He was soft and you enjoyed dominating him, but when it comes to Eddie, you're a total servant.

"Fuck!" you squealed, feeling your orgasm creeping to the edge. "I'm gonna cum! Please, please--"

"Not yet," Eddie growled in your ear, his gaze moving to meet Steve's. From the sight, Steve was fully prepared to start jacking himself off, and he did, despite just experiencing an intense orgasm. Steve wrapped his hand around his member, slowly pumping the velvety skin while his eyes remained glued on Eddie's. "Steve likes the show. We gotta hold on for him, okay?"

It had to of been at least an hour now of you getting fucked senseless by the two. You felt way more than overstimulated, squealing when Eddie reached down to play with your clit, rubbing flat circles. He was taunting you, knowing you were prepared to cum as soon as you got his permission. With Eddie's free hand, he reached out for Steve's free hand, lacing their fingers together so they could touch each other while the three of you prepared to orgasm in sync.

"I can't hold on much longer," you cried, tears continuing to roll down your cheeks. You felt numb, your skin feeling hot as you tried your best to hold it in. Steve and Eddie's moans were in sync, the two sharing a familiar look, insinuating that they were going to cum.

"Fucking cum. Cum all over me, baby," Eddie ordered. You nearly screamed as you released onto Eddie's cock, your body shaking involuntarily as you threw your head back onto Eddie's shoulder, your mouth wide open.

The sight of Eddie fucking you senseless through your orgasm, as well as your expressions, instantly threw Steve over the edge, and he let out the most beautiful string of moans as hot spurts of cum shot in the air, landing on his fist as he continued to jerk himself. The sight of Steve and feeling you twitch around him brought Eddie to his climax as well, uttering curse words as he shot his load into you. He made sure to push himself completely inside you to avoid any of it slipping out of your cunt as he pumped himself through his high.

All three of you were panting messes, especially you. Eddie eased himself out of your entrance to lay you down on the bed beside Steve, on your back.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, easing himself next to you on your right so you were between the two, knowing that he possibly got too ahead of himself a couple minutes ago.

You slowly nodded, very slowly, barely even nodding from how exhausted you were. Eddie looked up at Steve, who gave him a small smile. The three of you together, it felt... right. That's what the two boys were thinking. You, on the other hand, couldn't think about anything. Your brain was fuzzy, needing a moment to recover. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep without warning.

"I think we drained her battery a little too much," Steve noted, gently rubbing his index finger down your jawline. Eddie glanced from you to Steve, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I know we're a little past the whole 'I know you like my girlfriend' thing... but, we both like you," Eddie admitted, gaining Steve's surprised attention. "A lot. And... if you would like to stick around..."

"You mean..." Steve trailed off, wanting to make sure they were on the same page.

"All three of us. Together," Eddie explained, softly petting your head as his eyes locked with Steve's again.

Steve nodded, "I would love that."

if you would like a part two let me know in the comments or ask box, and lmk what you would like to be added!

steve: this food is too hot... i can't eat it.

billy: you’re very hot, and i still eat you

everyone at the table: *silence*

robin: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

eddie: one dinner... i just want ONE DINNER!

“you, stop . . moving,” sukuna prowls, the base of his chin sat on top of your thighs.

you were in your usual spot, waiting for him to return from whatever battle had him occupied for half the day. moments later, you’re now slouched back against sukuna’s throne with a very grumpy, pouty demon lying his head against the center of your lap. before you could even part your lips to ask him what happened this time, sukuna grumbles. “bad. very bad day, little one.”

humming, you strum a few feathery fingers toward the pink roots of his hair before softly digging a path through his tender scalp. “oh. well, wanna talk about it?”

“no,” he replies gruffly with an abrupt quickness, his pout growing the more he remembered about his day. however, as your fingers continued to comb through his silk tresses, sukuna buried his face between your thighs. “i need… to recharge.”

“most people would drink water or eat somet-”

“shut up.”

“…..”

slowly peeking from between the warmth of your glued legs, sukuna notices the pausing halt on your fingers that played with his hair and he scowls. oh, he’s pouting, and with a cute, annoyed grumble, he avoids your gaze.

“i told you to shut up, not . . to stop doing that. go on. hmph.”

rolling your eyes, you gave him a subtle head pat before hearing a loud sigh exit between your thighs. he’s usually never this clingy, and you remained quiet - wondering just what happened in his day for him to behave so … needy.

your fingers resumed its maze through his scalp tenderly, and his long lashes fluttered close - a soft content sigh dragging away from his thinly parted lips. in a way, you had to admit — this looked silly.

a huge, burly thousand-year-old curse of a demon positioned between your thighs. it was merely comical, and yet, sukuna could really care less.

the king of curses didn’t have a weakness - except you.

“mmgh-” he’d grunt, tilting his head to the left before he felt your thumb gingerly scratching behind his ear. for a second, you think you saw his nose twitching too. sukuna’s pink brows were still forcibly furrowed together, perfectly expressing his stubborn frustration before he let off another noise.

this time though - it’s different . .

it’s a subtle, cooing ‘rrrrr’ sound that’s deeply low. the entire sound alone from sukuna makes your thighs shake a bit and you look down at him with a perplexed look.

“ ‘kuna?” you murmured, the swirling circles of your finger stopping once again. a cunning grin gradually creased against your lips before you gasped. “did you just … purr?”

“i don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“that noise you just made.”

sukuna rolls his eyes, his scratchy voice a bit muffled from how he nearly sank between the arc of your thighs. “pft. i was clearing my throat, obviously. you humans and your delusions-”

“nooo, i heard it,” you cheekily simpered, pinching his cheek. that earned a disgusted glower from him before you brought your fingers back toward behind his ear. “i scratched behind hereeee ‘n then . . you made that sound.”

the demon’s breath hitched once he felt the tip of your stubby thumb leisurely trail its way near behind his ear. instantaneously, his ear even twitched at your delicate touch and his eyes were just whining for more. for once, sukuna doesn’t have a witty remark and he’s just allowing you to toy your fingers against his balmy skin.

“stupid …. it wasn’t a purr. that’s insulting.”

“oh, my bad. what was it then?”

sukuna glares at you, and you return with a smug expression. damn.

sighing, sukuna’s shoulder slacken. “whatever. anyways,” he grumps, his chin sitting back onto your right leg. crimson eyes flicker up toward you before he pouts. “scratch behind my ear again. see what happens.”

“or what, you’ll purr again? ooh. scary.”

sukuna’s cheeks were so flushed - on the very cusps of shading into a bright hue of vermillion before he scoffs. “ha! do it. you wo- mmmmrr-”

cutting him off, you give him a good scratch behind his ear once more, and again—that sound comes out. a soothing, content purr from sukuna that cutely makes his whole body faintly rumble against your thighs.

it wasn’t just the purring, it was all of his changing body language that occurred too.

whenever your fingers would swiftly dash across the sensitive territory that was located behind his ear, sukuna turned into an entire different person. his eyelids would hang low, his nose would twitch, and his usual grumpy expression would slowly switch to a more… tame one.

it’s like your fingers had some sort of magic, and it irritated him but it also made him . . craving more of your touch. “there there,” you hummed, feeling him relax against your touch. your fingertips were always so gentle, dancing down the outer edge of his ear as the low, purring noise continued.

it only lasted for a few seconds but to sukuna, it felt like many, many hours..

the scratching had him nearly hypnotized - and he was already closing his eyes, forgetting all about his horrible day. you silently watched as the curse’s pink slit brows curled apart from its usual furrow, and you could almost see his pout turning into a tiny smile.

it’s a half-almost smile, and sukuna’s starting to feel himself eventually falling asleep.

“such a cat,” you teasingly mumbled, hearing his ragged breaths suddenly come to a mesmeric slow. sukuna deeply sighs, cool puffs of air from his nostrils falling against your thighs. you weren’t sure if he was fully asleep or not, so you gave him a soft poke.

nothing.

giggling, you laid back against his throne as he remained in his same spot—head laid on your thighs as he was kneeling before you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen sukuna so relaxed. he’s usually so angry - so full of hate and uncontrollable rage but now, he looks finally at peace.

at peace in his favorite spot - between your thighs.

in a soft lulling voice, you gave his head a small pat before leaning down to kiss his forehead. “i love you, ‘kuna. sleep well.”

“hng- i love …. you too, little one.” he’d groggily reply, pressing plush lips against the crevice of your thigh.

“never talk about this again, by the way. or els-”

you interrupt his tiny threat by scratching behind his ear one more time and sukuna purrs even louder than before. it’s more high-pitched this time, and he opens his eyes before a pink tint spreads across his face once he realized he purred again.

“d- damn it..”