older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader - a slow burn series of blurbs and one shots | modern au! updated every Wednesday @ 4pm ct
đ¶All I really want is you, what would you do? Laying in the rain with you, middle of Juneđ¶
summary: In between summer days, when the sun barely touches the sky, when no one else is awake, you start to fall in love.
this series takes place over the course of one summer and is told in the form of blurbs and one shots of your run inâs with your handsome neighbor.
warnings: 18+ for my blog and smut in later parts of the story. age gap: reader is 30 and steve is 42, drinking, smoking (steve smokes cigars), mentions of death (peep the widower), steve is not a dad in this one. sorry to my jenny crew.
(TWâ ïž: 18+ Smutty smut smut. No shame. Mentions of smoking. Eddie is 20 reader is 18. Reader is a cheerleader. Eddie is a little mean and cold.)
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Eddie was sitting in the empty hellfire room, their session just finished and he for once, was not the victor. He signed and lit a cigarette, putting it between his teeth and taking a long drag. He sat in his throne and stewed in the anger he felt from losing his own campaign.
A few minutes later the door opened, and the pretty little cheerleader hes always had a thing for walks in with her little cheer skirt swaying around her perfect thighs.
"what do you want princess? You lost or something?" He spits, his tone a little harsh.
"hey Eddie" she says, voice dripping with sweetness. She walks right up to him, and sits on the table in front of him, her plump thighs right in front of his face.
"what do you want?" He asks, trying not to sound as hot and bothered as he was.
"Eddie, i heard a rumor about you" she says batting her eyes at him.
"yeah I bet there's a million of those around this stupid fuckin school. Which one are you talking about princess? You gotta be more specific" he says, taking a drag of his cigarette.
She uncrosses her legs, giving him the tiniest peak at her little black panties.
She gets off the table and leans over his chair, whispering right in his ear. "rumor has it, that you Eddie Munson, have a big dick, a really, big dick." She giggles as Eddie almost chokes on the smoke from his cigarette.
He raises his eyebrow at her and gives a devilish smirk.
"Ooohh, is that what you've heard princess? Eddie the freak has a big cock and you came to what? Find out?" He teases, taking another drag.
She nods her head and stares at him, biting her lip. "Yes Eddie, I want you to show me I wanna see for myself if this rumor is true"
He chuckles to himself before standing up, undoing and removing his belt with one swift motion before grabbing the back of her head and pinning her down over the table, flipping up her short cheer skirt.
"why would I show you, little cheerleader, when I can just make you feel every inch of it for yourself?" He asks in a low voice, making her whimper.
Summary: Older Eddie struggling with the changes in his life and the feelings that to most would be taboo. Does he give in and see what is possible or stay safely behind the walls he has built around his heart??
Definitely don't think about writhing around while Sukuna impales you with the full length of his cock. Definitely don't think about him being fully sheathed inside of you while his hand with his second mouth finds its way to your clit, lapping and sucking on it while he remains fully inside of you, feeling your pussy contract uncontrollably while is so so deep inside of you. Don't think about his dick twitching everytime his second tongue makes you cum around his length. Or how he can't take it anymore and just starts pounding into you while stimulating your clit with his other mouth.
Pairing: Incubus!Eddie Munson x Incubus!Steve Harrington x Female Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ MDNI)
Chapters: 1/1
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Summary:
Since returning from the Upside Down, something dark exists in Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson. Something that is satisfied by only one thing - sex.
And they've set their sights on you.
Tags/warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), f/m/m threesome, p in v, masturbation, choking, pet names, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, oral (m/f receiving), mild dub con for incubus magic ya know?, rough sex, dom/sub, demons still believe in aftercare. Let me know if anything is missing!
You canât sleep. Youâve tossed, youâve turned, youâve flipped your pillow over chasing the cool side, but sleep just still wonât come and put you out of your exhausted misery.
Itâs been a rough week. As a senior at Hawkins High School, you and the other one hundred-something students in your class are all feeling the impending weight of finals. Youâre up later and later every night, hunched over your worn out desk as you write yet another essay, hoping that the words youâre coming up with are still making sense. Your eyes burn as you stare up at the ceiling, the one lone glow in the dark star thatâs remained affixed to the paint glowing dimly.
With a groan, you turn over again. All your pent up energy is starting to fizzle beneath your skin, in your blood, and you feel flushed all over. You shift your legs, the friction of your pajamas against your sensitive core making you bite your lip. You slip your hand beneath the waistband, sliding your fingers through the slick thatâs built up between your thighs. You whimper at the sensation, giving another swipe, and another.
Your brain starts to wander back to a scene in one of the naughty books you swiped from the thrift store you work at part time. In it, the heroine was rescued by two strapping young knights, whisked away into the forest, where they took care of her needs.
Her every need.
You picture it in your head - four hands gliding over your body, two sets of lips leaving imprints of heat across your skin. A tongue diving between your lips, tangling with yours, while another swirls over the soft skin of your tummy before traveling lower, lower, lower.
Your hand moves faster, your back arching slightly off the bed as your hips chase a rhythm that will bring you the release you desperately crave. In your mind, the scene has shifted and youâre naked, the blunt head of one cock sliding into your channel as another thrust into your mouth.
With a choked off moan, you tip over the edge, your orgasm spreading through your limbs and making them grow heavy. As you lay there in the afterglow, your eyes fluttering shut, your only thought is how desperately you wished that was real.
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Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson have not always been this way. Something about them, to the very core of their beings, had been changed when they last went to the Upside Down. Something dark existed in them, begging for release, and it was only satisfied by one thing.
Sex.
It didnât matter who it was with, not really, though so far nothing compared to when they were together, satisfying the urge with the give and take of their own energy, feeding off each other. Occasionally, theyâd branch out, bringing home women and men alike for a night of pleasure that kept them satiated for a few days. Hawkins, unfortunately, had a limited number of people to tempt and lure. Theyâd traveled as far out as Indianapolis a couple times, but financially, it wasnât the most feasible option.
As it was, tonight, Eddie lounged in bed beside Steve, cigarette dangling between his lips, when he felt that familiar tug in his belly. A side effect of that darkness, Steve and Eddie were more in tune with the carnal desires of the town, the threads of lust that stretched from peopleâs minds and vibrated enticingly.
Eddie sits up, tilting his head back as he blows out a hazy cloud of smoke. Beside him, he feels Steve tense.
âYou feel that, too?â He asks. âShit, thatâs good.â
Steve nods, plucking the cigarette from Eddieâs fingers and bringing it to his lips. Eddie watches with rapt attention, eyes trained to his lips.
âWe gotta find that one,â Eddie says. âI donât think weâve felt one that strong before.â
âNot even those twins from Marion,â Steve agrees. He purses his lips, blowing the smoke into Eddieâs face with a cheeky grin.
âYouâre a tease, Harrington,â Eddie growls, leaning forward and shoving him back into the mattress.
âWhat are you going to do about it, Munson?â
âI have some ideas.â
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Itâs Friday afternoon, and youâre in the drama club room, painting one of the set pieces for the next production. Youâre alone, having stayed back when the rest of the cast and crew decided to call it a day. You needed to get another coat of paint on this fake tree before the weekend so that you could start putting the leaves on it on Monday.
Youâre so focused on the task that you donât hear the door open, or the sound of footsteps punctuated by the clink of chains. Itâs not until a hand is pressed to your shoulder do you realize youâre not alone.
With a surprise shriek, you turn, wielding your paintbrush like a weapon. Eddie Munson stands in front of you, hands held up in surrender, a smirk on his face.
âWoah, didnât mean to startle you, sweetheart,â he says. The smirk spreads into a grin as you blink at him. You drop the arm wielding the paintbrush and press your free hand to your chest, over your pounding heart.
âChrist, Eddie! Give a girl some warning!â
âI did! I called in to ask if anyone was in here but no one answered!â He laughs, a hand running through his hair. âWhat are you doing here so late, anyways?â
âWanted to finish painting so it could dry over the weekend,â you tell him. The conversation stalls at that, the two of you just staring at each other curiously.
Eddie Munson is an enigma. Even before that massive, unexplained earthquake Hawkins had about a month ago, he was always on the periphery of the social classes at Hawkins. When he was initially blamed for Chrissy Cunninghamâs murder, but found not guilty, it turned him into a greater social pariah.
Apparently, inciting a massive witch hunt because the whole town believes youâre a homicidal satan worshiper doesnât exactly help your reputation.
He still hangs out with the younger students in his Dungeons and Dragons Club, a couple of freshmen who worked tirelessly to clear his name with local law enforcement, providing him an alibi that cleared him of all charges. You even see him with Nancy Wheeler on occasion, which is a surprise given her popularity.
Youâve always found Eddie to be a nice guy. Severely misunderstood, a victim of the small town hive mindset. Youâve had a couple classes with him over the last two years, and while his work ethic left a lot to be desired, he wasnât a bad guy.
And, if youâre being really honest with yourself, youâve always found him kind of cute, with his wild curly hair and darker sense of style.
Itâs when that thought passes through your mind that Eddie tilts his head, eyes darkening.
âYou need a ride? I was gonna head out soon, I can drop you off somewhere?â He offers. âI just gotta swing by Family Video and pick my friend up from work first.â
Youâre surprised by the offer. You didnât think you were at offering-rides-level friendly. A ride from Eddie Munson does sound way better than walking around Hawkins near nightfall, though.
âUh, sure. Thanks, Eddie, thatâs sweet of you to offer.â
_____
There is nothing sweet about Eddieâs offer to drive you home.
Heâd been searching for that thread of lust all day. Skipped half his classes to do so, slipping into random classrooms as he tapped into that otherworldly perception.
It wasnât until he went to the drama classroom after school, intending to grab something from the cubby he keeps for Hellfire Club, that he felt that familiar tug.
When you didnât respond to him calling out, heâd pressed a hand to your shoulder.
And what an enlightening experience that was.
That brief contact was all it took to be flooded with images of you in what he assumes is your bed, hand between your legs as you writhe around on the sheets, chasing the euphoria your body has been building to.
When you turned, his hand breaking contact, he couldnât help but smirk, excitement and hunger coursing through him in equal measure.
Then he got another surge of lust as you looked at him, pupils dilating in that delicious way he craves.
He can definitely work with this.
He offered you a ride home without another thought. It was a half baked plan on his part, but the longer he got to spend with you, the lower your inhibitions would go.
Add Steve to the equation, and he could speed this process up ten fold.
Eddie glances at you, seated in the front passenger seat with your hands folded in your lap, fingers twisting nervously. Every so often you shift in your seat, your thighs rubbing together, and Eddie has to bite back a groan.
âYou gettinâ excited about graduation?â He asks casually. You jump slightly, like you werenât expecting him to speak, but you recover quickly.
âI guess. Will be nice to see someplace besides Hawkins for a while.â
âI know what you mean. Soon as I finally have that diploma, Iâm outta here.â
You giggle, and he knows what youâre about to say before the words even leave your mouth. âIs this the year the great Eddie Munson finally graduates?â
âHey, now,â he says, pressing a hand to his chest in faux insult, âIâll have you know that I was just waiting for the right year. â86, baby, am I right?â
Another giggle, and Eddie risks another glance at you. Christ, youâre pretty. Youâre wearing one of those long skirts with little flowers on it, a black sweater, and a pair of black boots, and the whole outfit just does it for him. His fingers dig into the steering wheel as he fights the urge to dig them into your thigh when you smile at him.
ââ86, baby,â you repeat. Heâs grinning as he pulls into a parking space in front of Family Video. He sees Steveâs head lift in his direction and throws him a wave.
âYou know Steve, right?â Eddie asks, watching you closely for any reaction.
âUh, yeah, who doesnât know Steve Harrington?â You ask with a nervous giggle.
Eddie doesnât even need his other sense to see whatâs plain as day in that response and he mentally fist pumps in excitement. God bless Harrington for being one attractive son of a bitch.
Speak of the devil, Steve picks that moment to pull your door open, startling you. While surprised, Steve recovers quickly and slips right into the role of teen heart throb, leaning against your open door and giving you a smirk.
âWell, hello,â he says. âWasnât expecting a beautiful girl this afternoon but I am pleasantly surprised.â
Your cheeks turn pink with a pretty blush and Steveâs eyes find Eddieâs over your head. Eddie licks his lips, eyes going dark as he gives a single nod.
The sound of Eddie saying your name catches your attention, head turning to look at him. âShe was hanginâ out late after drama club so I offered her a ride.â
âAlways the gentleman, Munson,â Steve quips before shutting your door and climbing through the back of the van. âIâll let stealing my seat slide this time, sweetheart,â he tells you with a wink that you catch in the rear view mirror.
Eddie pulls the car out of the parking spot, looking at you as he does. âWhere to, mâlady?â
You open your mouth to reply when Steve inserts himself between the two of you, leaning his arms on the center console. âI have an idea, why donât you join us at my house? We can watch a movie, smoke a little, if youâre into that kinda thing.â
âOh, uh, sure?â You reply, a little uncertain. But when Steve gives you a million dollar smile, Eddie feels a trickle of your lust flow through him.
Thank fuck for Steve, Eddie thinks as he routes the three of you to Harringtonâs house.
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You donât know what made you agree to hang out with Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington. Youâve never exchanged more than a handful of conversations with either of them, but like most girls your age in Hawkins, youâre not immune to Steve Harringtonâs charm.
Then thereâs Eddie, rougher around the edges than Steve, with his leather and chains. But like you noted earlier, heâs always been kind, despite what the small minds of Hawkins have thrown at him, and you find him cute in a mysterious kind of way.
You sneak a glance into the rear view mirror, your gaze immediately meeting Steveâs. You look away, embarrassed, but the man in question leans forward, lips close to your ear.
âSo, howâs Hawkins High been treating you?â He asks, warm breath tickling your face and making you shiver. âYou still doing yearbook with Nance?â
The questions are innocent, nothing more than small talk, but his proximity makes your blood heat.
âYeah, still in yearbook. Weâre waiting for the prints to come back,â you tell him. You turn your head to look at him and you see his eyes flick to your lips as you draw in a sharp breath, surprised at how close he is.
He leans back just enough to give you some breathing room. âYou were always my favorite photographer. Always made sure to get me good side.â
Eddie scoffs, an arm shooting out to knock Steveâs shoulder, throwing him off balance until he lands back on his ass.
âDo not feed his ego, itâs big enough as it is,â he jokes, dodging Steveâs hand when he reaches forward to smack him. âDonât assault the driver!â
Their bickering makes you laugh, some of the tension leaving you as you continue to watch them interact. Theyâre an odd pair, but as you watch them youâre struck by how their juxtaposition is exactly what makes them work.
Eddie pulls up to a familiar two story house in one of the nicer neighborhoods of Hawkins. Youâve been here for a couple famous Harrington parties, but the home seems daunting when thereâs not one hundred other people milling around as a buffer.
Engine killed, Steve and Eddie hop out of the van. Eddie jogs around to the passenger door and pulls it open, gesturing for your exit with a wide arm and a slight bow.
The two of you trail after Steve into the house after he unlocks the door. Steve runs upstairs to his room, excusing himself to change out of his work clothes. As he disappears on the landing, Eddie takes you hand in his, tugging you forward.
âCome on, letâs pick out the movie before Steve can complain about me picking a horror movie,â he says.
Steveâs voice chimes in from upstairs, âItâs May! You donât watch Halloween in May!â
Eddie rolls his eyes, but youâre too fixated on the feel of his hand in yours to react to Steveâs joke. Youâve read about feeling sparks before in some of those romance novels, and you think this may be what theyâre talking about. Your skin tingles where it connects to his, your smooth palm in his rough one.
Youâre so lost to your thoughts that you donât even notice when he stops walking, causing you to crash right into his chest. An arm wraps around your waist to steady you.
âWoah, tiger. You okay?â He asks.
Your arms are pinned between your bodies, hands pressed to his chest, and when you look up into his eyes, your fingers reflexively curl into the fabric of his t-shirt. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes flick to his face, his eyes trailing down to your lips.
âYeahâŠyeah, Iâm okay,â you whisper.
You donât know whatâs happening. You donât understand why Eddie is looking at you like this, like he wants to devour you. Your pulse beats wildly as his eyes meet yours, his brown eyes nearly black.
âCan I kiss you?â He asks quietly.
When you nod, you hear him murmur what sounds like thank god before his lips connect with yours.
Itâs not a soft kiss, by any means. His lips press to yours with purpose, with demand, his tongue sliding against yours is when you let out a small whine. His hands frame your face, fingers curling into your hair.
âCouldnât even pick a movie?â Steve asks. You pull back from Eddie, turning to look at Steve where heâs leaning against the door frame of the den, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âDonât stop on my account.â
âYou heard the man,â Eddie says, leaning in to pick up where he left off.
âIâŠwaitâŠI donât-,â you stammer, looking between the two of them. âWhatâs going on?â
Eddie releases you, allowing you to step back and give you some much needed breathing room. Your mind is racing, struggling to give you all the reasons why you need to leave, but somehow you keep coming up with reasons to stay.
Steve steps up behind you, a hand trailing lightly from your shoulder and down your arm, making you shiver. âNothings going on that you havenât thought about before. Isnât that right?â
Youâre quiet as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck. Your eyes flutter shut, your skin on fire where his lips had been.
âI donâtâŠIâm not-,â you try to say, but Eddie makes a shushing sound, closing the distance between you once more, pressing you firmly between their bodies. Eddieâs hands join Steveâs, skimming your waist until his fingers toy with the band of your skirt.
âPretty, isnât she, Stevie?â Eddie asks. âAnd such a naughty thing, touching herself while thinking of taking two cocks.â
âH-how did youâŠ,â you start, your words disappearing in a gasp as a hand reaches under your sweater, a palm roughly grasping your breast.
âYou called out to us last night. Donât you remember? As you played with that pretty little pussy?â Steve whispers into your ear, punctuating the statement with a nip of his teeth. âWeâre at your service, sweetheart. Just say the word.â
You finally manage to pry your eyes open, heavy lidded though they are. Both of them are staring at you hungrily, eyes black as night. You feel like prey, like a rabbit in the woods thatâs about to become dinner.
âOkay,â you whisper, even as your brain screams at you to run.
_____
Steve doesnât know when heâs felt a greater victory than hearing you give in. That pull of lust, that energy in your very core, just begging to be released, consumed, ravaged.
Eddie is immediately on you, lips dancing with yours in a slick slide that makes Steveâs mouth water. His cock is painfully hard as he watches Eddieâs hands pull your sweater up and over your head, leaving you in your simple black bra.
Eddie drops to his knees, gently lifting one foot to tug your boot off, then the other. Steve busies himself with finding the zipper of your skirt and tugging it down, the fabric dropping away from you as Eddie stands.
âKneel on the couch, lean your arms on the back cushions,â Eddie commands. Steve watches as you obey, limbs shaky as you do as he says. âSuch a good girl.â
The praise makes you whimper, the sound music to Steveâs ears. He watches as Eddie steps up behind you, a hand pressing to your back to make you arch deeper, your ass tilting up gorgeously.
âYou ever have someone lick your pussy, baby?â Eddie asks. Steve watches you shake your head, but he knows Eddie well enough to know that wonât suffice. âWords, princess. Use your words. Weâve barely gotten started, you canât go all cock dumb on us yet.â
âN-no,â you manage to say.
âNo, what?â Eddie asks, voice teasing as his hand slides down your back, over your ass, between your thighs.
Confused, you glance over your shoulder. While Eddieâs focus is on his hand between your legs, on the fingers digging into the meat of your inner thigh, Steve meets your gaze.
âEddie has a particular taste. He likes to be in charge,â Steve explains. Your eyes widen. âYou should call him âsirâ, if you want him to keep going.â
âOhâŠno, sir,â you whisper, cheeks flushing a pretty pink in your embarrassment. Eddie groans, the sound going straight to Steveâs dick where it presses painfully against the zipper of his jeans.
âGood girl,â Eddie says, fingers curling into the elastic of your panties and tugging them down your thighs until they sit at your knees.
âHereâs whatâs going to happen,â he says as he presses a kiss to your low back. âIâm going to make you cum with my tongue, maybe my fingers, too, if Iâm feeling generous. Then, youâre going to show me how well you can take Steveâs cock. Alright?â
âY-yes, sir.â
âOh, sheâs a quick learner. I think that deserves a reward.â Eddie uses both hands to spread your cheeks, giving Steve an unobstructed view to your glistening pussy that makes him groan, a palm sliding over his dick to give him a fleeting moment of relief.
Eddie leans forward, licking a broad stripe from your clit to your quivering entrance, making you shout. With that encouragement, he turns you into his own personal feast, fingertips digging into your hips as he works to hold you still as he circles his tongue over your clit, down to your hole, and back again.
Steve strips himself of his sweater before tugging his jeans off. He rounds the couch, coming to stand before you.
Christ, what a picture you make. Your eyes are clenched shut, mouth dropped open as you moan, fingers digging into the couch cushion for purchase. You donât even notice him standing in front of you until he laces his fingers through your hair, tugging sharply.
Your eyes pop open in surprise and Steve smiles at you. âThat feel good, huh? Having your pussy licked by Eddie? Heâs got a talented tongue, right?â
You nod, the movement limited by his hold on your hair. Steve glanced past your shoulder, locking eyes with Eddie as he sides two fingers into you, pumping roughly.
âOh my god,â you gasp, muscles tightening.
âAre you going to cum?â Steve asks, releasing his hold on your hair to hold your chin. âCome on, sweetheart, give Eddie want he wants so I can fuck that tight little cunt.â
Your mouth drops with a shout, eyes rolling back as you obey. Steve groans at the surge of power that slides through him. Eddie stands as your body sags against the couch. He holds his fingers out to Steve, sliding them over his tongue.
âCome on, Stevie, donât keep her waiting.â
_____
You think you might be dead. Or dreaming. Maybe some combination of the two.
The orgasm that Eddie pulls out of you is like nothing youâve experienced before. The way it coursed through your whole body, lighting you up from head to toe, all your other fumblings under your covers at midnight paled in comparison.
Youâre boneless against the couch cushions until two sets of hands start to maneuver your body on someoneâs lap. You blink, staring dazedly down into Steveâs face.
His hands grip your waist, grinding you against his hard length, the sensation near painful on your sensitive clit. Steveâs face is familiar, yet not at all at the same time. Like something shifts beneath the surface of his smile, his eyes darker than you remember them being.
âHey there,â he says gently. He brings one hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer to plant a surprisingly chaste kiss to your lips. âYou good?â
You give a shaky nod, moving your hips over him again, without his guidance. He groans, head tipping back against the couch cushions as his eyes flutter shut. Movement to your right catches your attention, and you turn to see Eddie, now naked, slowly sliding his hand up and down his cock. He leans in closer, using his free hand to grip your chin and tug you to him, lips slamming against yours hungrily.
His tongue sweeps into your mouth to tangle with yours as Steve lifts you slightly, positioning himself at your entrance before urging you down onto him. You gasp into Eddieâs kiss, the stretch overwhelming in the best way possible. Eddie pulls back with a sharp smile.
âThat feel good, princess?â He asks, voice gravelly.
âYes, sir.â
âWhy donât you thank Steve for giving your greedy pussy his cock?â He turns your head back to Steve.
âT-thank you, Steve.â
âGood girl,â Eddie praises. âNow, I want you to make yourself cum.â
Tentatively, you begin to move your hips. Forward, back, forward, back, adjusting to the sensation, familiarizing yourself with the body beneath yours. Steve groans.
âI think you can do better than that,â Eddie teases. He moves off the couch, positioning himself behind you. His hands rest on top of Steveâs as he grips your hips, urging your movements on. His dick presses to your back and he groans into your ear every time he drags you against it.
Steve leans forward, one hand digging into Eddieâs wild hair to pull him into a kiss over your shoulder. You gasp, tightening around Steve as you watch them.
When they break apart, panting, Steve smiles at you. âShe liked that, Eddie. Her pussy got so tight just now.â
âYeah?â He smooths your hair away from your neck, peppering you with kisses and bites.
âEddie, please,â you moan on a particularly rough bite that Steve punctuates with a sharp thrust of his hips.
âPlease, what?â
âWanna touch you.â
He laughs. âYou are touchinâ me.â
âN-no,â you stutter. âMore.â
His hand moves from your hip to your belly, trailing down until his fingers graze where you and Steve are connected. His calloused fingertips trace circles around your clit, featherlight and not nearly enough. You give a frustrated groan, grinding harder to chase the friction both men are providing you.
âTell you what,â Eddie says, with a pointed swipe of his fingers directly where you crave them most. âCum for Steve, and Iâll let you suck my cock. Howâs that sound?â
All you can manage is a whine as Steve starts thrusting from below you, making you tip forward until youâre flush to his chest. Eddie keeps his hand wedged between your bodies, pressing to your swollen clit until the dual sensations cause you to tip over the edge with a shout, limbs shaking as you cling to Steveâs shoulders.
âJesus Christ,â Steve groans as you flutter around him. Both of them slow their movements as you come down from your release, until finally they release you.
Steve lays you on your back, pushing your legs apart and settling between them, sliding his still hard cock through your folds. Eddie positions himself by your hand, a hand fisting his own length as he stares down at you.
âThis is what you wanted, right, princess?â He asks.
âY-yes, sir,â you say, eyes fixed on his hand. Heâs gorgeous, lithe frame covered in tattoos and scars that you want to explore.
âSuch a good little slut,â he praises, before tipping your chin back so that the crown of your head is on the cushion. âNow, open up.â
You do as youâre told, dropping your jaw open and moaning when he traces your lips with his tip.
âAw, donât tease her, Munson,â Steve admonishes, slowly slipping himself back inside your sensitive pussy.
âCan it, Harrington, Iâm working here,â Eddie snaps, his words lacking any real heat. Despite his response, Eddie begins to slide his cock past your lips. He takes care not to push too far, pumping his hips in short thrusts that counter Steveâs deep ones.
âChrist, the mouth on you, sweetheart,â Eddie bites out.
âHer pussyâs even better,â Steve taunts as he slips a hand beneath your knee, pushing your leg up to your chest and opening you up to him further. The deeper angle makes you groan around Eddie, eyes shutting as you give yourself over to the sensation.
Eddieâs hand wraps gently around your throat, squeezing the sides tenderly. You can feel Steve lean forward, can hear the slick sound of their tongues meeting even among the noise of their bodies pounding against yours. Steveâs thrusts grow erratic, until heâs pressing deep, his own orgasm running through him like a freight train.
He pulls out and Eddie follows suit, leaving you feeling empty. You frown at them, until Steve pulls you up, urging you to turn around until youâre laying with your back against his chest, facing Eddie.
âFuck,â Eddie growls, hand reaching out to trail his fingers through Steveâs release as it slips out of you. âYouâre so gorgeous.â
You feel your cheeks heat from blushing and Steveâs chest rumbles beneath you with his laughter. âAfter all that, youâre going shy on us now?â
Eddie chuckles as he shuffles forward, sliding himself through the slick mess between your legs. Without warning, he slams into you, jerking you against Steve and making you cry out from how sensitive theyâve made you.
He withdraws slowly, slowly, until just the tip of him is barely inside you, and with a wicked smile he sets a punishing rhythm that has you crying out with every thrust. Itâs not long before youâre cresting another wave of euphoria, this one almost painful as it crashes over you.
âFuck, thatâs it, baby, just like that,â Eddie says through gritted teeth as he picks up his pace. He leans closer, pressing his lips to yours. He bites at your lips, hard enough to make you yelp, as he thrusts deep, deeper, until he spills into you as well.
Eddie collapses onto you, pressing you uncomfortably into Steve. You weakly smack him on the arm.
âEddie, off, youâre crushing me,â you whine. You feel him chuckle before he lifts off of you, sitting back on his heels and helping you sit up.
âCome on, let's get you to bed,â Steve says as he stands, sliding an arm around your back and another beneath your knees and lifting you from the couch as if you weigh nothing. âEds, grab her some water?â
Eddie walks unabashedly towards the kitchen as Steve heads for the stairs. Your head rests on his chest as he carries you up the steps.
Once heâs in his room, he sets you gently on the bed. Eddie walks in, handing the glass to you as Steve disappears through a door to what you assume is a bathroom, if the sound of running water is anything to go by.
You chug the water in greedy gulps as Eddie watches you intently. Heâs got his jeans on again, the fly unbuttoned over his boxers. Steve emerges from the bathroom in a pair of sweats, a washcloth in his hand that he uses to slowly clean you up with.
âIâd offer you something to wear, but I kinda like the idea of you naked in my bed,â he says with a wink.
âAre you feeling okay?â Eddie asks as he lays beside you, propped up on his side with his head in his hand.
âIâm way more than okay,â you tell him with a grin. âIâm not really sure where all this came from, but Iâm definitely not complaining.â
Eddie smiles, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. âYou feeling tired?â
âLittle bit. I swear, Eddie, Iâm fine.â You stretch your arms above your head. Shyly, you look between them. âShould IâŠI can go?â
âAbsolutely not,â Steve says without hesitation. He slips into bed beside you. âYouâre staying.â
That gets no argument from you. You yawn, the desire to sleep growing stronger with every passing minute.
Eddie wraps an arm around your middle, settling in closely with his face pressed into your chest with a happy sigh. Steve curls up behind you, his arm looping over Eddieâs to touch you both.
ââNight, guys,â you murmur, before drifting off in the comfort of their embrace.
_____
When your breathing slows and evens out, Eddie lifts his head to look at Steve over your sleeping form.
âSteve,â he whispers. He watches Steveâs head lift from the pillow as well.
âI feel like Iâm floating,â Steve whispers back, voice giddy. Eddie nods his agreement.
âI havenât felt this good sinceâŠever, probably. Even before Vecna.â
âWhat do you say we keep this one?â Steve asks.
âIâd say you read my mind, Harrington,â Eddie replies.
He looks down at your sleeping form, and for the first time he thinks maybe being a demon isnât so bad after all.
Making a rec list specifically for dark fics. Cause I feel like it. If dark isnât your thing this wonât be for you. Organized by writer. Each fic has their own warnings.
EDDIE MUNSON
@barnes-n-nobles
Heal what has been hurt(vampire!eddie) (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3)Â
@mypoisonedvine
Iâll always come back to you(Vampire Eddie)Â
RunawaysÂ
Stepbrother!eddie and the party outfit that he didnât approve ofÂ
@prettybabybaby
Brothers best friend!perv!eddie (Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)Â
Stalker!EddieÂ
Bully!EddieÂ
Dumb bunny, scary wolfÂ
Bully!Eddie forces himself as your boyfriendÂ
Telling bully!eddie a boy was flirting with youÂ
Bully!Eddie teasing you Â
ProvokingÂ
Bully!Eddie being nice to youÂ
Reporting bully!EddieÂ
Stepbrother!eddieÂ
Dark!stepbrother!eddie x reader y
Mean!stepbrother!eddieÂ
Dark!mean!eddie(drug deal) (Part 1 | Part 2)Â
Dark!eddie (drug dealing)Â
Dark!bestfriend!Eddie finds you asleep
@rosemaremembrance
Thou shall not fall(Vampire Eddie)
/citystqrs
Part 1:Â Whatâs he like?(stepbrother!eddie)Â
Part 2: Itâs his game Â
@sadboyeddie
Part 1:Â Things that go bump in the night(steddie x reader)Â
Part 2: Some like it violentÂ
@chainsawmunson
Dance macabre(vampire!eddie)Â
Blood in the snow(vampire!eddie)Â
Donât goÂ
Bring me a dreamÂ
@usedtobecooler
Living dead girl(vampire!eddie)
@carolmunson
Baby, as ifÂ
@mxchighost
Eddie(non con) (Part 1 | Part 2)Â
My brothers best friendÂ
Exboyfriend(noncon)Â
Irresistible(dark)Â
The dark alleyÂ
@mannaima
AnalÂ
HomesickÂ
New girl in townÂ
@e-munson666
Taking you with me(part 2) (yandere Eddie)Â
Bloody waters (Kas!Eddie)Â
@love-toxin
Yandere!eddie knocking up reader
Bully!perv!EddieÂ
Bully!Eddie babytrapping readerÂ
@ceriseheaven
Protective!violent!Dark!EddieÂ
@corrodedhawkins
PolaroidsÂ
CNC + knife playÂ
@sweetpeamunson
Youâre soaked, let me get you a towel(bestfriend!eddie + somnophilia)Â
@quinnsbower
Perv!EddieÂ
@chezzywezzy
Yandere!eddie(secret admirer)Â
@fanpageknight
Vampire!yandere!eddieÂ
Heartbeat (vampire!eddie)Â
HeartbeatÂ
@inklore
Bleed so pretty(ghostface!eddie)Â
@corrodedcherry
Scream for me(ghostface!eddie)Â
@chaoticmunson
Blood on their hands(ghostface!eddie)Â
@punk-in-docs
Love like blood(vampire!eddie)Â
@diaryofaprettyprincess
Reader tries to break up with Dark!yandere/obsessed!eddie munsonÂ
Yandere!toxic!dark!eddieÂ
Dark!Eddie messing with readers birth control
Dark!Eddie with a breeding kinkÂ
@mo0nfairy
Groupie love(yandere eddie)Â
Cherry flavored(yandere eddie)
@bambimunson
Kidnapper!Eddie HC
@brighteyedbushybrowed
Constant craving(Vampire Eddie)Â
@userquinn
Scream my name(ghostface!Eddie)Â
@ssareids-coffee
Perv!Eddie who convinces his innocent best friend who is in a relationship to do anal because itâs not cheatingÂ
@jazzycurls
Dangerous encounter byÂ
Meant to be byÂ
@the-queen-of-hell-666
Unforgiving(Ghostface!Eddie)Â
/starry-trizz
Only you(yander!Eddie x reader)
@berry-loves-yandere
Sweet yandere eddie
@tatakaetime07
General yandere!eddie HCÂ
@im-657-mv
Little princess(yandere eddie)Â
@stevespuppy
Ghostface!Steve + Ghostface!Eddie x reader
@love-toxin
Dirty playfighting with eddieÂ
@hoosurdaddy
A song to you(Dark!Eddie munson x reader)Â
@littlest-dark-age
Perv!Dark!EddieÂ
@mydearzeroâ
Search for the ubolethÂ
AO3
Read âem and weepÂ
JOE QUINNâS OTHER ROLES
Lost in the woods (Dark!Konor x reader) by @mypoisonedvine
A crying shame(prince paul) by @usedtobecooler
OTHER STRANGER THINGS CHARACTERS/ACTORS ROLES
Hello, doll (Part 1 | Part 2) by @virulentvanity
Dark!Billy Hargrove by @diablo-writing
Dark!Billy Hargrove by @diablo-writing
Dark!Billy Hargrove by @diablo-writing
Dark!Billy Hargrove by @diablo-writing
Consequences(Kurt Kunkle)Â by @mxchighost
Until heâs bored (Billy x reader) by @dark666posting
Doll face (Billy x reader) by @dark666posting
Yandere!Billy hargrove by @chezzywezzy
Out of the woods(Dark!jim hopper) by @mypoisonedvine
Modern!bully!steve by @indulgentlyinclined
NON STRANGER THINGS
Tricks of the trade + Addicted to love(Joel Miller x reader) by @mypoisonedvine
Making ends meet (dark!Mandalorian x reader) by @mypoisonedvine
Perks of the job (dark!Boba Fett x reader x (soft)dark!Din Djarin) by @mypoisonedvine
