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Katie | 28 | Disaster Bi | A “writer”, theoretically | Poe Dameron owns my heart, soul, and ass | Previously a Queen blog

[give-them-hellfire]

rebellion-scum ⟶ give-them-hellfire

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LMAO

[wtfsteveharrington]

sorry to interrupt / steve harrington x reader 

content & contains: requested!! set during s4. you were on watch duty with steve, he convinces you to share the special treatment you receive at the wheelers. 

reader wakes up to steve grinding against her, lil bit of perv!steve (my beloved), choking (steve receiving), thigh riding, hints of hung steve!size kink, hand job, pussy job, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie. mentions of bruising/hickies, tearing up, and scratching. 

author’s note: realized after that this is all technically happening at his ex girlfriend’s house……… sorry nancy. all my love to @yellowharrington​ & @chestharrington​ who always encourage every unholy thought i have and eagerly read whatever brain rot i give them at all hours of the day.

word count: almost 4.9k

i’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Out of all the random kids who run around his house, you’re Ted Wheeler’s favorite.

Everyone else was stuck piling into the cramped basement while Ted made a big show of letting you know that the guest bedroom was made up for you. It would be embarrassing if you weren’t so entertained by the groans of protest coming from Dustin and Steve. 

Steve who then, suspiciously, made sure he was on watch duty with you.

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[wtfsteveharrington]

put away my pride / roommate!steve harrington x reader 

contents: requested - mutual masturbation where reader’s vibrator dies so they get a helping hand. i changed up the ask a lil but hopefully this still works! 

roommate steve finds you flustered and on the hunt for batteries and wants to help take care of your bad mood. 

if you squint there’s a bit of perv!steve energy. female masturbation w/ toy, mutual masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, a hint of cum play. a lil praise kink for steve. 

author’s note: this was meant to be pwp then steve harrington’s chokehold came back strong so SOME plot was made. no reader pronouns included nor body descriptors outside of fleshy/soft skin references.

word count: almost 4.6k

Steve would never tell you this to keep you from getting embarrassed - but the walls in your apartment are thin. And you? Well… You can be a little loud sometimes, much to his surprise. 

Not just you, but late at night there’s this faint mechanical buzzing he can hear that keeps him up. He’s tried moving his bed to a different wall, tried asking if you could hear him rustling around at night, tried everything he could think of. 

Alas. 

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[steddielations]

stranger things: no joseph you can’t have eddie’s guitar

actual real life legends Metallica: BET

[give-them-hellfire]

hello writer friends i am once again offering my services to beta read your fics! while i (maybe) try to get back in the saddle of writing again, i would be more than happy to beta read fics of any genre or pairing (smut- including threesomes, angst, fluff, au, etc.). just send me a message if you’re interested!!

[spiderrrling]

Don't you look pretty - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+

Summary - You've had a very long day, and all you want is a little stress relief with your boyfriend who knows exactly how to relax you

Warnings - smut, piv, kissing, hickeys, biting, heavy body worship, cockwarming as stress relief, followed by some good old fashioned sex, unprotected sex (dont do it)

Word Count 3.5k

Masterlist - Taglist - 18+ Taglist - Requests are open

All parties are above the age of 18 and consenting, if you are a minor please do not interact

“Hey- there you are.” Eddie looked up from his book as he heard you enter his bedroom. But you didn’t respond, you simply dropped your bag with a heavy thud next to his bed before you climbed onto Eddie’s bed and into his arms.

“Sweetheart what's wrong?” He softly chuckled at you, his big hands immediately coming up and wrapping around your back, pulling you closer into the embrace. Eddie could feel your soft, hot, drawn out breaths against his neck.

Your hands had snaked around his waist and under the hem of his shirt. Fingers mindlessly exploring the valley and muscles of his back, quietly and calmly grounding yourself.

Eddie’s lips pressed against your temple, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment before pulling away. “Long day?”

“Very.” You mumbled directly against his chest and sighed softly. The comfort of being in Eddie’s arms never lessened, his hand in your hair caressing the back of your head, the soft scent of him filling every breath you took.

It was days like this, when everything seemed to go wrong that Eddie was the one thing that was just so right. Today had been too long, too much. And Eddie had been on your mind for most of it.

Eddie couldn’t help but find you absolutely adorable sitting on his lap, clinging to him for dear life. The tingling feeling of your fingers wandering across his back and the way you slowly relaxed into him as you let all your thoughts go.

“There you are.” His familiar grin spread across his face when you finally looked up at him, and he moved his hand from your hair and to the side of your face, cupping your cheek to bring your lips to his. Eddie’s mouth tasted of old cigarettes cinnamon.

“Tell me what I can do.” He was looking directly into your doe eyes, softness seeping into his voice and words as he spoke. Eddie always managed to make you feel like you were the only thing in this moment that mattered. What you didn’t know was that to Eddie, you were the only thing that mattered.

“Need to be close to you.” Your bottom lip moved between your teeth, making him chuckle softly. He knew exactly what you meant, what you needed. The first time you had done it you had both been too giggly and excited to have you simply sit still on his lap. But it didn’t take long for this to become a normal part of your relationship whenever either of you just needed a break. “Wanna come sit on me?” You nodded softly in response.

Eddie grabbed your face again and kissed you again, this time with much more force. Letting his tongue explore your mouth mindlessly as his hands ran down the curve of your body and gripping your hips.

You didn’t need his encouragement to grind down on him, moving your hips in big wide circles. Creating just that amount of friction you both needed. Eddie’s fingers were quick at work, tugging open the button of your pants and pulling down your zipper to better access you.

Snaking his hand down to where you were most sensitive, cupping your increasingly needy cunt in his hand, pressing the hell of his palm against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your breath jumped in your throat as he did.

He spread his fingers, brushing them over where your arousal was most obvious. Your underwear was soaked.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked, missed me that much huh?” There was that playful tone in his voice, being this close to you was never not exciting and fun to him. And he knew you needed it right now.

“You’re so smug.”

“You love it.”

“Take these off for me please sweetheart.” Eddie sucked in his breath and snapped the waistband of your panties against your hip bone.

You climbed out of his embrace to stand, quickly pushing down your jeans into a puddle on the floor, your panties being discarded alongside them.

“Shirt too?” You looked at him from where he was standing, he was grinning from ear to ear seeing you without your bottoms on. “Only if you want to, sweetheart.”

Simultaneously Eddie was frantically undoing his belt, raising his hips so he could slide out of his pants as best as he could. He reached out his arms to welcome you back into his embrace.

Keeping your shirt on for now, deciding you would always be able to forgo it later if you wanted to, you walked back over to the edge of the bed and Eddie gripped the back of your thigh pulling you into his lap and swinging your leg around his back, wrapping them around his middle.

You giggled and pushed his hair out of his face so you could dip down and kiss him. A quiet groan growing in his throat as your bare already leaking cunt rubbed up against his boxers.

Eddie snuck his hand between your bodies to press lazy quick circles to your clit, enjoying the drawn out sounds that spilled from your lips and into your shared kiss. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, not letting your lips leave his.

You could feel him straining against the fabric of his boxers as you continued to grind down on him, you had already wanted him for so long today you were far beyond the point of needy. Your fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as far as you could.

You didn’t have to say anything, the two of you were so used to each other at this point that your bodies spoke for you. Eddie helped you shed his boxers, pushing them far enough down that he would be able to enter you.

Awkwardly lifting yourself as much as you could, Eddie grabbed his painfully hard cock in his hand. “Sweetheart you’re dripping.” He groaned in your ear as he swiped himself through your folds, gathering your arousal and slick, letting it coat him.

Carefully Eddie pushed the tip of his cock into you. “Whenever you’re ready.” He whispered in your ear and his hands came to rest at your waist, holding you in place carefully.

He was so big, you could never take him all the way to the hilt in one go. Your body shuddered as you felt that familiar pain and pleasure from how he stretched you out. Eddie’s fingers continued toying with your clit.

Finally you bottomed out and a breathy moan lingered on your lips, you could feel Eddie twitch inside of you as you gently rolled your hips against him a couple of times, trying to get used to the size of him.

“Better?” He raised his eyebrows at you and he pouted slightly at you, there was genuine concern in his voice as he spoke. His hands came to rest at your waist, gently squeezing you through your shirt and you could feel his cold rings. You eased into his touch, finally starting to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. “Much.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He was speaking to you so softly, with such care in his voice. “It’s just the same stuff as always, long shifts and that coworker was really rude to me again.”

“Yeah?” Eddie chimed in just to make sure you knew he was still listening and checked into what you were saying, but he just wanted to hear you talk about what was wrong.

“She was horrible, and she was making comments about me to Ally and I just felt so bad about myself.”

“Mmmh and what did she say?”

“I think I heard her call me a slut.”

“Hey-” Eddie said to grab your attention, your eyes darting up to meet his. There was a serious hint to his tone, but when your eyes landed on his face there was nothing but his normal playful smile. “You’re my slut ok?”

You could tell by his tone that he was joking, not that he was too far off course. Something about how Eddie could be so casual with you, listening about how your day had been, cracking jokes or simply sitting in a comfortable shared silence, even in situations like these made you feel special. You couldn’t help but love how he made you feel like the most important person in the world.

This wasn’t just about sex, he didn’t simply just want to get his dick wet. It proved all the feelings you shared for one another were real and echoed in the other person. Intimacy. That was what you were feeling bubbling in your chest.

“You might be correct there.” Your laugh echoed his. Urging to find his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

“Fuck her- she doesn’t- even- know you.” Eddie pecked at your lips in between his words, not letting you get in any counter arguments and making you giggle. “Feel better now?”

“Much better.”

“Still want to sit here for a bit?”

“Please?” You never even needed to say please, Eddie would have done anything for you if you simply asked. If he could, Eddie would give you the entire world. “Of course my love, you know I love it when you sit on me.” He cooed softly in your ear before placing another kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” He rested his free hand against the side of your face, his thumb placed just at the corner of your mouth. His eyes completely fixated on your lips.

“I love you too.” Eddie loved seeing the way your mouth moved when you said those words.

Those four little words would never fail to make Eddie’s heart flutter, hearing them from your lips was like music no one would ever be able to replicate. And a part of him envied you for being able to create such beautiful sounds. They might simply have been four small little words uttered from your lips, but to him they meant everything.

He brought your lips to his, kissing you as if you were the last thing left on his mind. His teeth scraping over your bottom lip before taking it between them, biting down gently on it before letting your lip go. With each kiss you shared you could feel yourself moving your hips just a little, quickly earning a little smack to the side of your thigh telling you to sit still.

Feeling him inside of you for this long was incredible, but it was also agony. Taking up every ounce of your concentration to not grind down on him. The temptation growing with each passing second.

It didn’t take long before Eddie became antsy. His hands wondering your body, curiously exploring the familiar valleys and peaks of you that he had been so careful to familiarise himself with.

Eddie’s lips reluctantly left your mouth in pursuits of your neck, leaving your lips covered in saliva and swollen. Carefully he placed kisses along the side of your jaw, finding the spot closest to your ear that always made you melt in his arms.

But he was nowhere near satisfied, he was your distraction, your escape, and he wanted to be that for as long as possible. Currently it was taking everything in him to not let himself go and fuck you into the bed until he fucked you silly. His lips were so focused on his neck, leaving mark after mark with his lips, his teeth, warding off any thought about fucking you properly just yet.

“I love this neck of yours babygirl…” His words were long and drawn out, the vibrations of them against your hot sensitive and marked skin sent your head spinning. “The way I can feel your heartbeat when I kiss right here-” Eddie paused for emphasis and placed his lips right above your artery. “Or how your breath hitches in your throat, the vibrations of your voice, your moans and whimpers. Y’know I love every part of you so much.”

“These legs of yours, the hours I have spent between them, marking you up so you look all pretty for me.” His fingers were massaging into the dough of your thighs, and you could feel the cold sting of his metal rings against your hot flushed skin. “And all wrapped around me, holding onto me for dear life as you sit so nicely on my cock, being so good for me.”

His words were driving you crazy, making you sporadically clench around him as he spoke. Eddie’s lips were still at your neck, close to your ear as he whispered to you. Quickly it became obvious just how lost in you he was.

“Your hips, I love seeing the way they roll against mine when you ride me, the curve of them when you wear that dress of yours I think you look so stunning in.” His hands had moved from your thighs to your waist, using them as leverage to make you grind down on his cock. “Then again you could wear anything- or nothing at all and I would still find you drop dead gorgeous.”

“God don’t get me started on your arms-” Eddie made a point to run his hands down the entire length of your arm. “How you always wrap them around my shoulders when I hug you, pulling me in closer. Your fingers so easily tangle themselves in my hair when I kiss you. And your hands-” Eddie grabbed your hand, quickly lacing his fingers with yours and giving the back of your hand a soft kiss with his swollen lips. “I love seeing them between mine when I hold your hand.”

“I love your stomach, I love wrapping my arms around you and just feeling how soft you are against me. It makes me feel so safe, so at home just with you.”

You struggled to find the words to respond to his, however you also knew they most likely weren’t needed and that he was intently focused on you in this moment more than anything else.

“Obviously I love my girls.” Eddie pressed his face against your still clothed chest, but he didn’t care. “No amount of praises spilled could ever be enough to tell you how much I love them.” His hands cupped your boobs through your shirt and gave them enough of a squeeze to make your head fall back and a moan escape from your lips.

“And don’t even get me started on how much I love this sweet, sweet, pussy of yours.” His words had your head spinning, struggling to hold onto him. “So tight for me no matter how many times I stretch you out like this, always taking me so well. The way you react when I add just the right amount of pressure to your clit-”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Eddie’s face was buried against the side of your neck, the strays of his hair were tickling your skin. His slightly chapped lips still worked their way over the sensitive skin of your neck and you were sure you would be waking up to a collar of purple marks in the morning. “So beautiful.” He echoed and moved so he could look up at you.

And god, didn’t you look pretty? Perched on top of his lap, your eyes were glossy, and your eyelashes were damp with your tears. His hand grabbing at your face, using his thumb to swipe away a couple of your tears as he grinned at you.

“And your lips, I can’t forget your lips. So sweet, so delicate. Always so smooth and soft against mine when I kiss you.” He leaned in to press an open mouthed kiss to your lips. “And so tempting.”

You had been reduced to nothing but a pathetic whimpering mess in Eddie’s embrace. Completely slumped against his chest, your hands splayed against his torso and you were unable to carry your own weight. Cries falling from your mouth whenever he moved, pushing himself further inside of you to where you needed him most, but refusing to give you what you so desperately wanted, still insisting on dragging out the moment for as long as he could.

“So are you going to let me ravage this absolutely lovely body of yours?” Eddie asked but you both knew it wasn’t a question. Your hips were already sloppily trying to grind down on him as best you could, but your strength was completely gone.

Letting you fall onto your back, your knees apart. Cheeks flushed with a light pink and lips parted trying to drag as much air into your lungs as you could.

He finally shed his shirt before he climbed above you, his hand wrapping around your wrist and holding it above your head to help steady himself. The other helping guide himself back into you.

You were a sopping wet mess for him, loose and already fucked out even before your orgasm. Eddie pushed back into you with ease until his pelvic bone brushed against yours. Letting you adjust to the size of him for a brief moment before he started to snap his hips against yours.

Both of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last long, he was already twitching inside of you desperate to cum. But that wasn’t going to stop him, his lips were pressed together in a thin line as he concentrated on fucking you.

The soft mattress giving into his weight as he rolled his hips against yours with each thrust, your ass pressing against the sheets as he fucked you against the bed. The sound of your keening cries filled the empty spaces in his room. Your boobs moved beneath your shirt with each movement of his hips against yours.

Eddie was completely transfixed on you, seeing your body reacting to his movements, inviting him in further with each thrust, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sheets. You were mesmerising to watch, you were his own personal porn.

Eddie picked up on the tell tale signs of your orgasm, your free hand was clawing at his back trying to drag him in closer and you were crying his name like a prayer. And he knew he wasn’t far behind. His hand grabbed onto your leg, helping you snake it around his waist so he could pound into you from another angle.

Each brush of his cock against your g-spot made stars dance in front of your vision and you struggled to breathe, each of his thrusts forceful enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself falling over the familiar edge sending your orgasm crashing through your body. White hot ropes of pleasure rang through your body and your back arched slightly off the sticky sheets. You were clenching around him, practically begging him to follow you.

Eddie’s orgasm almost immediately followed yours. Feeling you tightening around him until you couldn’t anymore made his cock twitch with pleasure inside of you before he released. Shooting ropes of his sticky sweet cum into you.

He was completely blinded by his own orgasm as he repeatedly thrusted into you. Both of you were panting as you were coming down from your highs. He lazily thrusted into you a couple of extra times for good measure making you throw your hands over your face.

“Don’t worry I’m done- I’m done.” He dipped down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Slowly pulling his now soft dick out of you shuddering as he heard your weak whimpers as he did, the soft sounds tugging at his heart strings.

He grabbed his discarded shirt, using it to quickly wipe himself down before he moved to where you were laying on his bed. Your hands still covering your face, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as you tried to recover. Properly fucked out. Carefully he wiped down your thighs, taking his time when he noticed you tensing.

Eddie tossed the shirt back onto the floor, eager to climb back into bed with you. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you onto his chest with ease, before pulling his blanket around you. He let his hands run down the ridge of your shoulder blades and down the valley of your back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly and Eddie felt his heart melt in his chest. “Nothing to thank me for darling, it was my pleasure.” He chuckled softly, his arms hooking under your armpits to drag you up to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He mumbled against your lips fast enough to make you giggle from the sensation, and you knew he meant every single word. “I love you too.” You said when he finally pulled away from the kiss.

“Eddie?” You asked with big eyes and he hummed at you in response. “Did you mean everything you said?” There was just the slightest amount of insecurity tainting your voice.

“Every single word and more.” He gave you his wicked smile before he placed a soft kiss on your nose. “However I did forget to mention how beautiful you are when you cum around my cock.”

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Steve helpfully offering his hand to everyone boarding the boat, only to get ignored or unnoticed every single time. that’s it, that’s the post

[demogordon]

Bite, Bruise

Pairing: Steve Harrington/GN Reader

Wordcount: 3.5k

Summary: Working minimum wage and losing his reputation wasn’t enough. Now Steve is stuck with a coworker who hates his guts and he has no idea why.

Category: Smut (18+)

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, penetrative sex, semi-public sexual activity, use of the word “panties,” slight reference to past body shaming (not by Steve), language (duh)

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[give-them-hellfire]

what if i….. maybe…… started writing again 👀

[inklore]

rainbow in the dark

premise: there’s so many things the both of you could say to each other about what happened that night, the night you almost lost eddie for good, forever. but words are hard to form, hard to get out, so kisses and touches become your words, saying all that needs to be said.

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 9.6k

warnings: eighteen+ content, fix it fic therefore there’s vol 2 spoilers, established relationship, porn with plot, soft!rough sex, dry humping, m receiving oral, unprotected sex, spanking, dirty talk, praising, comfort, fluff, trauma, our boy graduates, mentions of scars and blood, weed, group bonding, time jumps and flashbacks, hawkins doesn’t split and el fixes everything basically.

etc: this is a duffer brothers hate account. i literally rewrote the timeline, months it took place in the show are changed, and miscellaneous character things because fuck it.

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

“It’s going to be a badass scar.” Eddie’s staring at his reflection in the dusty mirror in his bedroom. Fingers ghosting over the stitches on his cheek and jawline, moving down to his neck.

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[nowadayz]

JOE QUINN rehearsing Metallicas “Master of Puppets” for ST4

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-- (500) days of eddie

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)

warnings: angst. cursing. drinking and drug use, implied consent while under the influence.

word count: 5.3k+

a/n: veryyyy loosely based on the movie (500) days of summer. mostly just the concept of being friends and having a ton of close calls, but getting the wrong idea. also this is not canonically accurate at all LMAO. tysm to my love @wtfsteveharrington for letting me send her sneak peaks at all hours <3

summary: you and eddie are "just friends", but he wants more.

(1)

The day you joined Hellfire Club was the first day in the entire club’s history that a girl had shown interest in D&D. Eddie was ecstatic, to say the least, but maintained composure while you stood by the end of the lunch table in your pleated black skirt and tank top. 

“Membership comes with protection,” he began, hands splayed out to reveal 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 rings adorning his fingers, as he pulled himself up out of his seat. “In return, you will not miss a night. Should there be an ‘emergency’,” - he added air quotes - “you must provide a substitute in your absence. Upon entry into the club, the dress code on campaign nights include one of these bad boys,” he rolled the cotton fabric of his own black and white tee between his fingers. “Which you will be provided.”

You stood awkwardly, watching the ogling eyes of the other boys as they looked you up and down. You felt uncomfortable suddenly, pulling the hem of your skirt down. “How does that sound?” His voice was sweet, as he extended a hand to you. “You in?”

“Are they gonna stop fuckin’ staring at me like that?” You made a gesture to the rest of the members, who immediately averted their eyes. A smile played on your lips, as Eddie blushed red with embarrassment. “They’re not used to seeing a woman that’s not in a porno mag. I apologize on their behalf.” Eddie had always been nice to you, mostly because you’d let him cheat off of your tests in middle school, for no reason other than being kind of a troublemaker at heart. 

“I’m in,” your hand slapped against his, shaking it once, meeting his excited brown eyes. “First meeting’s on Friday. I’ll bring you a shirt tomorrow, meet us here at lunch.”

You let your eyes rake over his form, pulling your glossy pink bottom lip between your teeth. “Can’t wait.”

(5)

After your first successful campaign with Hellfire, the rain began to pour down just as you were gearing up to leave. Most of the other members filed out of the school’s theatre space, bidding Eddie goodbye and making their way towards the last running busses of the night. Most of the kids were going home to family dinners or nights of homework, but you nor Eddie had anything planned, so you elected to stay behind with him and help clean up the remainder of the game. 

“Good first time?” He asked, his signature smirk once again playing on his lips. “You’re pretty good.” 

You reached up on your tip-toes to pull down some of the candles. “I loved it,” you remarked, looking back at Eddie’s form. “The campaign you came up with was great. And when Dustin rolled that 13?” His long hair began to shake as he nodded his head. 

“Fuckin’ priceless.” You put the candles into the cardboard box where you kept the other club merchandise, meeting eyes with Eddie once again. “You don’t have to, uh… stick around.” He gestured vaguely to the area around him. “I got this.”

“Nowhere I gotta be,” you remarked. “And it’s shitty outside.” Eddie agreed, putting the rest of the character pieces in a small plastic bag before throwing them in the box and stashing it away under a bench. “Can’t argue with that.”

“You want a ride home?” You jingled your keys on your pointer finger. “It’s the least I can do.”

Eddie grabbed his leather jacket from the back of his chair, while you threw your own over your shoulders. “That… would be nice. Yeah.”

Your car wasn’t nice, by any stretch, but it got you from point A to point B. Not only that, but you’d put in an aftermarket stereo system that made all of your cassette tapes sound really fucking good.

“Tapes are in the console,” your car roared to life, as you immediately turned on the windshield wipers. Eddie opened it gingerly, fingering through the selection. You began reversing, turning onto the Main Street. “Metallica?” He asked, holding up one of the tapes quizzically. “Put it in.”

“Little surprising,” he remarked, before sliding the tape into your car’s player. “Didn’t take you as a Metallica fan. Considering you’re still wearing a skirt and knee socks in the fucking rain,” his tone was lighthearted and gentle, much different to his outward appearance. “I am not as I seem,” you said slyly, turning up the radio to an inconceivable volume. He began banging his head to the beat in the seat beside you, revealing his devilish smile once again. You took a hard right down the dirt road ahead, letting the music overtake you both.

(72)

Tendrils of smoke floated into the night air as you and Eddie sat by your basement window. You coughed a few times, looking for some reprieve from Eddie as you handed the joint to him. “S’nice,” You offered in a choked voice. 

“If you’re not chokin’, you’re not smokin’!” He mused, laughing as he took a long drag from his own lips. He was an expert at this, judging by the way he perfectly inhaled the smoke and blew it out smoothly. He waved away some of the extra, trying to mitigate the smell as much as possible. “You’re sure your parents don’t care if we smoke in the house? Can’t have ‘em hate me,” he remarked. You recovered from your small coughing fit and flopped down on the couch. “Outta town.” He seemed happy enough with that answer, taking one more small puff before flipping the rest of the joint out of the window. 

“Now what?” He asked, jumping on your old couch amusedly. “Pillow fight? Tell each other secrets?” 

You rolled your eyes, pushing on his shoulder lightly. “We could watch a movie,” you gestured to the TV that was perched on a small stand across from the couch. “I forced Harrington to rent me Day of the Dead.”

It’s not that your couch was too small, but Eddie had a large and gangly frame that took up most of it. Especially when he was being an asshole, and stretching himself out to his heart’s content. “Sounds good.” His eyes watched your body as you popped the movie in, lifting up his legs and socked feet to position yourself under him. “Fucking move,” you laughed, dropping his legs back on your lap. “Christ. You’re so… long.”

“Fuck off,” his high was beginning to hit him now, making his voice sound raspy. “The fuck you mean long? What does that mean?” The giggles began to wrack through you, your high also beginning to hit you like a freight train. “You’re just… big. Tall.” You made vague gestures with your hands. “Well, thanks, I guess.” He looked bewildered, but also rather enamoured with you. Glossy brown eyes met yours as you let your laugh phase out, offering a small smile and a redirection to the TV.

About halfway through the movie you let your body relax into the couch more, nodding off. Eddie wasn’t too far behind you, but noticed your sleeping form when he turned to made another stupid remark about the movie. “Oh, shit,” he said quietly, looking around the darkness of your unfamiliar basement. He switched the TV off, letting his feet pad on the carpet below him.

Your soft snores filled the basement, as he slowly slid his hands under your knees and upper back. “Up we go,” he said quietly, more to himself, than to anyone else.

He slowly picked your body up, walking at a snail’s pace up the stairs, making extra sure not to hit your feet (or head, more importantly) on the walls. 

By the time he’d made it up to your bedroom, he was embarrassingly a little out of breath. He laid you gently atop your sheets, gingerly removing his hands and lightly pulling a blanket over your body. He thinks that, by some miracle, he’s avoided waking you up despite the two flights of very narrow stairwells in your home. He grabbed his jean jacket off the chair in your bedroom, throwing it over his shoulders before turning to leave.

“Eddie?”

Your voice was soft, sleepy, and slightly strained from the bit of smoking you’d done earlier.

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“Stay,” you patted the area next to you, pulling the blankets back. “S’fine. Too late to go home.”

Eddie was frozen in time, watching as you slid under the covers yourself and fell back into deep snores just as quickly as you’d awoken. He pulled his jacket off again, ruffling his hair lightly and pushing up his sleeves. “Uh, okay,” he said quietly. “It’s fine, that’s fine.” 

Your bed was fitted with soft, warm sheets and perfectly fluffed pillows. He attempted not to make any contact with your body, not really knowing the etiquette of sharing a bed with you. This was a first.

Just then, you rolled over, slinging an arm against the smallest part of his waist. You pulled yourself into his back, letting his hair tickle your nose a little, breathing in his scent of laundry shampoo. 

“Night,” you said quietly. He softened immediately, letting his eyes droop closed. “Night.”

(191)

“What are we here for again?”

Eddie was pushing the shopping cart with his forearms down the aisle, watching as you inspected the furniture. “I want a new desk,” you sighed again. “You didn’t have to come if you didn’t want to.”

“You know I have nothing better to do,” he laughed, picking up a plant pot and inspecting it like a child. “What’s this for?”

“Did you read the sign?” You pointed incredulously to the sign right above his head, reading, very simply, ‘small plant pot’. 

“I never actually passed English, remember?” You laughed, a little too loud. “That doesn’t mean you can’t read, Munson,” your voice was incredulous. “Jesus. I worry about you sometimes.”

“We should test the beds.” He pointed to the freshly made display beds in the store, all with decorative pillows and thick comforters. You wiggled your eyebrows at him, making kiss faces as he realized what he implied. “Not like that, fuckin’ sicko.” He pushed the cart into an empty part of the store. 

“If you wanna fuck me, just say that,” you laughed, with a small brush to his arm and a skip away to the first bed. “Maybe this one?”

He let his body flop down on it, soft sheets engulfing his frame. His hair came to the front of his face as he made spitting noises to get it out of his mouth. “This one’s eating me. I don’t like it.”

You propped yourself up on your elbow, looking down at him. You pushed the dark hair out of his face to reveal his warm smile, as well as his deep brown eyes looking right into yours. You watched him swallow as his eyes searched your face, an endeared smirk playing on the edge of your lip. 

Eddie was at a loss of breath, looking into your eyes and taking in your features. Hair falling in front of your face, thick lashes with coats of mascara making them look long. Your signature pink lipgloss made your lips look impossibly juicy, and kissable. 

“Feeling… suffocated?” You giggled, before jumping off and moving to the next bed. You continued to jump on beds with him until an employee finally starting giving you death glares, to which you responded by taking your cart and running through the remainder of the store with it. 

“Hey! No running! Idiots,” you heard a nasally voice of an employee in the background yelling, but you were too busy chasing Eddie with a shopping cart to give a shit.

(248)

When Steve’s parents went out of town, you knew you had to beg him to host the party of the century. 

“It’s Eddie’s birthday and Halloween!” You pleaded over the counter of the Family Video. “You can invite Robin or Chrissy or Nancy or whoever,” your eyes shone in the light as you fisted the edges of his vest. “Please. I’ll get the booze, I don’t care. Just bring everyone.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Fine. But you owe me, big time.” You began to jump up and down. “Halloween night. My place. Make sure Eddie doesn’t know a thing.”

(262)

You had just finished up the blood-red punch and set out a huge array of snacks, including all of Eddie’s favourites. “Is he on his way?” Steve asked, with a kitchen towel over his shoulder. He was wearing his old Scoops Ahoy uniform, with the buttons left open and fake blood pouring down his chest and from the corners of his mouth. “Should be about five minutes, Dustin said they’d be here at 9:00 sharp.”

You smoothed out the long black dress that hugged your body perfectly, and puffed your black wig in the mirror. The house was bustling with people, all of Eddie’s best friends, excited to spend the evening celebrating the joint celebration. “Shhh! Sh!” You noticed Eddie’s van start to pull into Steve’s driveway, bumping with loud music playing inside. Dustin jumped out first, in a perfectly accurate Ghostbuster’s costume. Eddie followed behind him, in a pair of small circular sunglasses and a long black coat. His usual rings, plus a few new ones, were slid along his long fingers. You’d basically never seen him in anything other than his Hellfire Club tee, and you had to admit, he looked pretty great in all black.

Everyone ducked behind the couch and chairs, lights flickering off just in time. The house was eerily quiet, as Dustin opened the door for Eddie.

“Why the fuck-,” Eddie was caught off guard by the lights suddenly turning on, music beginning to play seemingly from nowhere, and all of his friends jumping out from behind the couches.

His eyes locked on you first, as you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck for a hug. “Surprise!”

Eddie looked sufficiently surprised, to say the least. His friends erupted into claps and cheers as they descended into “party mode”, dancing along to the loud music and beginning to snack on the huge array of food. 

“Dustin, you shit,” he punched him lightly on the arm. “You fuckin’ tricked me. I didn’t know this was a Halloween slash Birthday party,” he looked excited, and a little bit moved by the sheer amount of love and support from his friends. “Thanks,” he said to you earnestly, pulling you into a warm hug. His big hand splayed across the small of your back, as you ruffled his hair lightly. “Love the costume, too,” he spun you around. “Morticia Addams was my sexual awakening.” You erupted into laughter, leading him to the punch table. “That explains a lot. Let’s go, Ozzy.”

As the night went on, people got progressively drunker. Eddie and Mike were arguing about D&D rules on the couch, while you and some of the other club members were chugging punch in Steve’s kitchen.

Speaking of Steve, you hadn’t seen him in a while. You’d imagined the possibility of getting into a steamy make-out session with him tonight, given his general nature to start giving out random compliments and flirtatious gestures when he was wasted. It wasn’t that you were actively crushing on Steve, but he had certainly caught your eye, especially since you’d gotten closer with the entire friend group of his over the past few months. 

Eddie noticed you were looking around, and he was hoping it was for him. After all of this you’d done for him, there was no way that you weren’t crushing on him a little bit. Right?

Right?

He hadn’t had a lot of experience with girls in the past, especially actually getting anywhere with them, but over the last months hanging out and getting to know you, he was almost sure that you were interested in him too. Late nights in your bedroom, spending time smoking outside after Hellfire, countless afternoons skipping class… he was so sure.

When Steve emerged from the hallway, and you grabbed onto the hem of his open shirt, pulling him back into the dimly lit kitchen, his heart fell deep into the pit of his stomach.

The sound of the music tuned out of his ears as he watched what little he could see in the reflection of the window. He watched as Steve backed you against a wall, your body curved into his, displaying the top of your breasts and soft neck. Eddie couldn’t help but stare.

He felt sick. Annoyed, bothered, upset, all at once. Being crossfaded wasn’t helping with his emotional regulation either, his hands balling up into fists as he watched Steve kiss your lips fervently. It was in secret, no one was supposed to see, but he did. And he wasn’t having fun anymore.

He grabbed a small joint from his coat pocket and made his way to Steve’s bathroom. He closed the door and opened the small window, taking in the smell of air freshener and soap. Steve’s bathroom was his only reprieve from this stupid party anyway, as he flicked his lighter on and let the smoke blow out the window.

It’s not that Eddie was like, crazy in love with you, or whatever. But he had, unfortunately, happened to develop a crush that was sort of taking over his life. 

When he’d finally contained himself and come out of the bathroom, you were in the dark hallway just about to go in. “Hey!” You said excitedly, pulling him by the collar of his coat into a darker area. 

“Having fun?” You asked, slurred and sloppy, a little bit of Steve’s fake blood on the corner of your lip. “I know you’re not big on parties. I’m hoping this was the exception.”

His face softened as his eyes wandered over your face, moving from the red pout of your lips to your chest. That black dress really did fit you absolutely perfectly. 

When he looked back up, your face was very close to his. He could barely register what was happening before you pressed your lips to his, soft, and gentle.

He savoured the taste of punch on your lips, as you let a finger curl around the long chains around his neck. He wanted more, needed more, but couldn’t bring himself to touch you. 

When you pulled away, you wiped some of the red lipstick off his chin. “Sorry,” you laughed, drunkenly. “I get excited when I drink.”

“S’fine,” he also slurred, still feeling dizzy. 

“Can we forget that happened?” You asked, letting your hand rest atop his chest. His heart was beating impossibly fast. 

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Forgotten.”

(370)

“Hold still,” you uttered softly. “It hurts more when you move.”

“Fucking christ,” he seethed, holding his arm out to you. “Hurts so fuckin’ bad.”

“I told you motorcycles were dangerous. Yet, here we are,” you dotted a white washcloth onto his bruised and bloody arm. His face had a large gash, a few rocks embedded in the tortured skin. He’d also ripped a sizeable hole in his jeans.

You motioned for him to get up off the side of his bath tub. “Let’s get you rinsed off.” His eyes widened, as you reached over and turned on the shower. 

He put the rag on the side of the sink, letting it drip. It was now stained crimson red. He motioned for you to leave the room, but was met with the vision of you pulling your t-shirt off to reveal a black bra. He felt his pace quicken, memorizing the way your skin looked.

“Uh, what are you…” he started, not being able to avert his gaze. “Get in, loser,” you took off your pants and threw them to the side. His face looked confused, and you took notice. “We’re friends, Eddie. You’ve seen me in worse, I’m sure.”

He began to take off his t-shirt, pushing off his jeans and wincing at the pain of the fabric going over his wound. He was confused, but wasn’t going to pass off the opportunity to take a shower with you. He stripped to his boxers, stepping into the hot water.

The steam rose around you like a halo, your hair wet, plastered to the sides of your face. Your bra and underwear were now soaking, and he felt himself get dizzy with lust.

“Here,” you switched places with him, placing him under the hot water. He winced once again, the shower hitting his wounds and making them feel unbelievably tender. 

You took your hand and placed it on his face, pushing the wet hair out of the way. He turned his face slightly, revealing his jaw and and neck, littered with small freckles and sun spots. The water was pouring down in droplets, as he sucked air through his teeth.

“It hurts, like a lot,” he said quietly. “I know,” you answered, putting your hand up against the wound, making sure to clean it as best as you could. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry.” 

Your hands grazed over his skin, washing away the dried blood and bits of debris. He was watching you intently, eyes following your every movement. “Feel better?” You asked over the sound of the shower slacking against the walls. Eddie had zoned out, watching as you leant down and began to clean out the gash by his knee. 

“Yeah, uh,” he cleared his throat, awkwardly. “Much better.”

“Turn,” you instructed, getting the back of the wound. Water rolled down his shoulders and back, glistening and warm, helping him relax. His shoulders were broad, and gave heaviness to his frame. 

“I think I’m done,” you stood back up to your full height. His wet hair stuck to the sides of his face and you couldn’t help but giggle. “You look like a sad puppy, you poor thing,” he frowned, only for it to be replaced with a bashful smile. “Fuck off, get me outta here.”

(490)

The one bar in Hawkins, where much of the town usually gathered on Friday nights, was unusually quiet as you and Eddie sat in your two favourite spots. An order of fries, and two beers, sat between you and him, as he leaned back in the hightop chair.

“They’re playing in Indianapolis on the 27th. We can drive there in the morning, make the concert, and get home before sunrise. You won’t have to miss a day!” Eddie was so excited about the prospect of a road trip that he was almost yelling, so you quieted him down with a gentle wave of your hand. “I know, in theory, we could,” you started. “But do you really wanna drive all night just to go to work at 9am, on zero sleep?”

Eddie took a crispy hot fry from the basket and bit the end. It immediately burned his tongue, and he winced.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m tired, I need to see them,” he leaned back, paying attention to the TV above the bar. 

You turned your attention to your drink, before someone slid into the seat next to you. 

“Hey,” an older male voice was heard, and you turned to look at whoever it was that was attempting to speak to you. 

“Don’t see a lotta women drinking beer in this town,” he began. A silver haired man, much older than you, with a plaid shirt and a stench of cigarettes. 

“There’s at least three in this bar right now,” you laughed, taking time to look around the bar in an exaggerated display of annoyance.

Eddie looked over at you, ready to say something, when he noticed that you were talking to this random guy. The hair on the back of his neck immediately stood up.

“Can I get you another one?” the older man motioned to your half empty pint class. 

“Not interested, thanks,” you replied simply, turning your back to curve closer to Eddie. You could tell he was on the defensive. 

The man sitting next to you snorted, pushing back the chair he was sitting in, making a noise that made the bar patrons stare. “Okay, bitch,” he muttered. “Just trying to be nice.”

Eddie immediately stood up, walking right up to the guy with raised brows. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The bartender turned around to watch the scene unfold, as your harasser began to laugh. “I said she’s bein’ a bitch,” he spat, and that was enough for Eddie to cock his fist and punch him, the man easily falling to the ground. 

Your hands flew over your mouth in shock, as Eddie shook out his hand. The man stayed on the ground, bewildered and confused. You could see blood begin to coat Eddie’s knuckles.

“Out!” The bartender pointed to the large wooden double doors.

You grabbed your purse from the back of your chair, pulling Eddie by the arm into the desolate parking lot, the sky painted a dark blue above.

When you made it out to your car and unlocked the door, Eddie stood in place. “Fuck that guy, right?” He sounded incredulous, but seemed immediately confused that you weren’t reciprocating.

“Yeah. Fuck that guy. But fuck you too, man,” you opened the car door to throw your purse in the front seat. “What was that all about? I had it under control.”

He shook his head, becoming more and more confused. “I totally saved your ass back there,” he started, stepping towards you. “That dude was being an asshole.”

“Yeah, and I was dealing with it,” you spat. “I don’t need you to do shit like that for me. I can fight my own battles, thank you very much.”

Eddie’s look softened. He was hurt by your tone. “I never said you couldn’t. You’re badass. I just…” he trailed off. 

“You just what, Eddie? Saw someone hitting on me, and just had to step in? Had to be my saviour like you fucking own me? We’re friends Eddie. Just friends.”

His face began to blush with embarrassment, knowing the word vomit that was about to come out. But he was upset, and he couldn’t help it. Over a year of pent up emotion, sexual tension, and pining. And it was call coming out. Right now.

“Friends?” He asked, stepping towards you again. “Just fucking friends? I wanna know which of your other friends you share a bed with, huh?” His voice was taunting. “I wanna know which friends you kiss when you’re slurring your words and too drunk to stand.” Hot tears brimmed his eyes, and you could see his anger bubbling inside of him.

“I asked you to forget about that.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t! I didn’t forget. I also didn’t forget about mattress shopping and smoke sessions after Hellfire.” He took a heaving breath. “Movie nights and birthday parties and Halloween… and I certainly didn’t forget about that little shower stunt, you think I can’t clean a fuckin’ cut by myself?” He ran his hand over his face. “We’re not just fucking friends. We’re so, so much more than that.”

You were speechless, letting the soft wind blow your hair into the night sky. Eddie stood there, in front of you, his shoulders slumped. He’d obviously exhausted most of his energy with his monologue. 

“I just don’t think about it like that, Eddie. I never thought about us like that. I’m sorry.” Your face was stoic.

Eddie’s hand found his hair, as he stepped back onto the gravel parking lot. “Whatever. I did. So, do with that what you will.”

You let a few tears fall down your cheeks, feeling utterly embarrassed and awkward at Eddie’s confession. You opened the driver’s side door and slid into the seat. Eddie stood in front of the car, hopeless, with a look of bewilderment and sadness. He looked like a puppy that you’d abandoned at the shelter. 

Your car wheels made a soft crackle as you pulled out of the parking spot, starting back on your journey to your house. 

(491)

You picked up the phone and dialled Eddie’s number, waiting patiently for the call to connect. 

“Hello?”

“Dustin! Hey, hey, it’s (Y/N),” you bit your lip. “Is Eddie there?”

There was a silence on the other line.

“No, he’s not.”

“Are you lying?”

Another silence. 

“No.”

“Fine. If you are lying, tell him to call me back, okay?” 

“Sure.”

“Thanks.”

(492)

You called Eddie’s number again, only to be met with the dial tone.

(500)

After a while of not speaking to Eddie, you decided just to show up to his trailer instead of waiting for him to answer your numerous phone calls. 

Your car pulled onto the soft grass, looking for any sign of his presence. The van was gone, but you hadn’t spoken to him in a while, and now was the time to finish this, once and for all. 

You walked up the small steps and knocked on his door, hearing only silence on the other side. You knocked again, harder this time, sighing, frustratedly. 

“Coming!”

As Eddie opened the door, he was pulling a loose white t-shirt over his torso. He wore black and white plaid pajamas, with red puffy cheeks and sleepy eyes. You stood, staring for a minute, waiting to be invited. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Silence. 

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

The tensions in the room were high as Eddie moved out of the way, letting you slide past him into the small living room. 

“Look, we don’t have to-,” he went to close the door. 

“Stop. We do. I’m sorry for freaking out on you.” He softened, his shoulders releasing the weight they’d been holding for days. 

“I shouldn’t have punched that guy. I got… defensive and upset.” He stepped towards you. “And my weird love confession, I didn’t mean to… put you on the spot like that. I was thinking it was more than it was.”

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers. “It wasn’t weird. It was sweet. I just… hadn’t thought about it like that. From your perspective.”

Eddie waved his hands in the air, metaphorically clearing it. 

“We can just forget about it. I’ve been miserable the last week. Dustin gets on my nerves and he knows nothing about girls, so he was zero help.” 

You laughed, arms opening for a hug. Eddie stepped forward, dipping his head to land on your shoulder as you pulled him in close. You could smell his shampoo and cologne, along with his lilac laundry detergent. 

He squeezed you tightly, as your heels came up off the ground to meet his height. 

As you pulled away from him, your arms stayed slung around his shoulders. Your hands came to cup his face, his soft stubble under your fingers as your thumb slid across his jaw. His hands stayed locked at your sides. 

Your eyes searched his, not being able to deny the tension that remained. He looked down at you, wanting, needing you, as you smashed your lips into his.

His lips were softer than you’d expected, plush and pink. He tasted of toothpaste. 

You deepened the kiss, stumbling back onto his couch and letting his body flop onto yours. Your hands moved from his face down his sides, to the warm skin under his t-shirt. He dipped his tongue onto your lip, before you pushed yours against it. It was so much better than you’d imagined, and judging by the soft moans Eddie was making, he thought so too.

When he finally pulled away, he was breathing heavily, a dopey smile on his lips. 

“But we can just be friends, though?”

You rolled your eyes, hitting his chest before balling the collar of his t-shirt in your hand, pulling him closer. 

“Too soon. Shut up and kiss me again.”

[chestharrington]

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

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

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

Category: Smut

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

Word Count: 9.1k

CONTAINS NO SPOILERS FOR S4 VOL 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hoped. 

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

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

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!” Steve nearly yelped. 

“No!” You insisted. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bears!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You taste good,” Steve said, meeting your gaze with a tiny smirk. You rolled your eyes and pecked his lips. 

“She feels good too,” Eddie said, running his warm hands up and down your thighs. You shivered, squeezing your thighs together as a wave of desire rushed through you. “I bet you want to feel her, dontcha? Get your dick wet? Don’t worry, I got her nice and ready for you.” As if to demonstrate, he eased your legs apart and tugged your panties down. When you were bare for them, he swiped a finger through your folds, revealing it to be glistening with your wetness. Your heart thrummed as he popped that finger in his mouth, cleaning it with his tongue. 

Steve’s eyes went wide and he swallowed. “You haven’t done anything yet,” Steve said, glancing down at the hard-on confined within Eddie’s pajama pants. 

Eddie waved him off. “I’m being generous, pretty boy. Trust me, I’ll enjoy watching you fuck her as much as you’ll enjoy doing it.”

You shook your head, fingers slipping beneath the elastic waist of his flannel pajamas. “Mmm… nope,” you said, peering up at him. “What if I blow you while Steve’s fucking me instead? Then you can trade and I can clean him up.”

Eddie raised a brow as he looked at you. “You been thinking about this a lot?” You nodded, teeth digging into your bottom lip to contain your sheepish smile. “Yeah? You want both of us, hm? So greedy for cock you can’t pick?” A whimper escaped you as you nodded. He smiled and glanced over your shoulder at Steve. “Alright, Harrington, let’s give the lady what she wants.”

Eddie was quick to lay back on the mattress, nodding for you to slot yourself between his legs. Of course he had left his clothes on, wanting you to undress him. You settled on all fours, back arched as you pulled off Eddie’s pants. You licked your lips, blinking up at Eddie with newfound hunger. 

“Aw, are you speechless sweetheart?” He asked, petting your face with a smug grin. You rolled your eyes, but Eddie still looked rather proud of himself. And holy shit when did he get a tattoo on his thigh? 

Steve leaned over you, kissing between your shoulder blades. “You ready for me?” He asked. You shivered as he brushed your into his fist, keeping it out of your face. 

“Yes, Steve, please,” you gasped, wiggling your hips impatiently. Eddie grinned, meeting Steve’s gaze over your head. 

“We’ve gotta get her attitude in check, don’t we?” Eddie asked. He took his cock into his hand and stroked himself as you watched, waiting and eager to get him into your mouth. “Don’t worry, we’ll get her all straightened out.”

Steve’s cock teased your entrance, but he paused reaching around until his hand was in front of your mouth. “Spit for me?” He asked. You could feel heat rise in your cheeks, but you obliged him, spitting into his hand. “You too, Munson.”

“I like this side of you, Harrington. You’re so bossy,” Eddie said, leaning forward to spit into Steve’s hand. You turned, looking over your shoulder as Steve used his spit-slick hand to stroke his cock, gathering precum from the tip as he worked his hand. 

You grasped onto Eddie’s thighs as Steve’s cock pressed against your entrance, stretching you with each inch that pushed inside. You cried out when he was fully sheathed within you, clenching around him as he stilled, letting you acclimate to his size. A whimper escaped your lips and Eddie laughed condescendingly, petting your hair. 

“Aw, Stevie, I think she wants you to move.” 

He was so smug, and so attractive, and you loved Eddie so much that it was infuriating. Here he was, smiling and acting casual as if you weren’t actively dripping around Steve Harrington’s cock while your mouth was inches away from his own. Fuck smugness. You looked at him through your lashes as you let your tongue trace him from base to tip, eliciting a shaky moan. You smirked, feeling rather proud of yourself, and took him into your mouth completely. 

He swore, grabbing a fistful of your hair as you took him deeper, spit slicking your hand where you grasped his length. Steve couldn’t have held out any longer if he wanted to— not with the sounds you and Eddie were making, the way your walls were fucking squeezing him. He gave an experimental thrust and you cried out, your voice muffled filthily by the mouthful of Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck, feels so good,” Steve cried out, dropping your hair to grasp onto your hips so he could pull you back onto him with every thrust. Every noise you made was strangled like it was being ripped from your lungs. You weren’t alone in being ridiculously loud, which was reassuring. Steve couldn’t seem to keep himself quiet at all— wasn’t even bothering with volume control. He sounded so pretty that you wished you could record it and play it over and over. 

Eddie was a step down from Steve, but certainly wasn’t quiet. Where Steve was all breathy moans and swears, Eddie was low, guttural moans that made you shiver. His head was tossed back against the floral pillowcase you had brought, the veins on his neck prominent with each pretty noise he made. 

“That’s it,” Steve praised as you slipped a hand beneath yourself to rub at your clit. “Keep touching yourself like that.” He cried out, fucking into you deeper and harder. “Fuck, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight. Fucking perfect.”

You were drooling around Eddie’s cock, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth and spilling down your hand. It was messy and desperate but Eddie was fucking loving it. Each whimper around him, each time you gagged or had tears well up in your eyes as you looked up at him— it was fucking heaven. 

You moved your mouth from him, lips swollen and puffy as you caught your breath between whimpers. Eddie wiped your mouth with his thumb tenderly, the tiniest of adoring smiles on his lips, not that anyone would believe you if you said it. You continued jerking him off in time with Steve’s thrusts, which only drove him crazier. 

“Aww, pretty girl’s getting close,” Eddie cooed, though the bravado present earlier wasn’t as striking when he was so utterly fucked. “Gonna cum again for us?”

You whimpered, nodding desperately. You mouthed at the head of his cock, your tongue laving it sloppily as Steve fucked you. Your fingers stumbled to keep their rhythm on your clit as you got closer and closer, thighs trembling with the effort not to buckle.

A guttural, desperate moan escaped you as you came, trembling with the intensity of your second climax of the night. You shivered as you came down, whimpering as Steve fucked into your sensitive cunt. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Steve gasped, urgency in his tone. “Tell me where you want it.”

You were slow with the euphoria weighing down your veins. Before you could respond, Eddie piped up. “C’mere, Harrington.” Steve’s eyes went wide, but he pulled out, stroking along his soaked length as he settled next to Eddie. You watched through heavy lids as Eddie replaced Steve’s hand with his own, jerking him off tentatively as he looked up at him. “This okay?”

“M-more,” Steve nearly pleaded. Eddie raised a brow, his lips quirking up in a grin. 

“You mind if I take care of Steve, Sweetheart?” Eddie asked. You shook your head, a sated smile painting your lips as you watched Eddie sit up on his knees, peering up at Steve through his lashes. “Go ahead, pretty boy. I’m all yours.”

You knew that Steve wouldn’t last long. He held onto Eddie’s hair like a lifeline as the metalhead took him into his mouth, tasting your desire on his length. Eddie moaned at the taste, at the feel of Steve’s cock heavy on his tongue. 

“Shit,” Steve cried out, his voice wavering. “Oh fuck. ‘M gonna cum.” His warning didn’t deter Eddie one bit, which was admirable. You watched with a sympathetic sort of satisfaction at the sight of Steve cumming onto Eddie’s tongue. Head thrown back, stomach twitching as he drained himself completely into the older boy’s tongue. 

Eddie wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You up for more, Sweetheart?” He glanced at Steve, who had already laid down on the mattress in an attempt to catch his breath. “I think Stevie boy’s out of commission.”

You laughed, almost feeling like joining him. “For the Edward Wayne Munson? The resident freak of Hawkins, Indiana?” You asked, crawling into his lap. Your faces were so close that your noses brushed. “Always, baby.”

He inched forward, pecking your lips gently. “Didn’t exactly plan on fucking anyone on this sweet little camping trip,” he admitted. “No rubbers. You want me to pull out?”

“Nah,” you replied, grinding your hips against him. “It’ll be like your graduation present.”

“Fuck me,” He groaned, shaking his head. “If your graduation presents are this nice, maybe I’ll go to college.” You rolled your eyes, reaching between you to grasp at his cock. He shuddered, chest heaving as you lined him up with your entrance and sank down onto him. 

Both of you went still, just breathing together as you adjusted to his size. Steve had him beat in terms of girth, and that stretch felt fucking perfect, but Eddie was so fucking deep that you could practically feel him in your stomach. 

“Good?” He asked softly. You nodded wordlessly, leaning forward to kiss him again. 

You rode him in earnest, despite your muscles aching from the night’s exertions. Your own pleasure was the last thing on your mind, still thrumming from your last climax. All you wanted was to be the reason Eddie Munson was falling apart beneath you. His hair clung to the edges of his face, tacky with sweat. You had almost forgotten that the heat was a problem with everything going on. 

You glanced past Eddie to see Steve propped up on his elbows, watching you both intently. His undivided attention only made desire burn hotter within you. You rolled your hips against Eddie, arching your back to draw attention to your tits. He groaned at the sight, almost like he’d been reminded they were there. He took one of your tits into his mouth, sucking on it fervently as he groped your other breast. 

“Feel so good inside of me, Eds,” you practically purred. He groaned against your tits and you grinned. “Want you to cum in me. Fill me up, don’t waste a drop.”

“Fucking vixen,” he mumbled between groans of pleasure, peppering soft kisses along the supple skin of your chest. 

You reached up, tugging his hair so he fucking whimpered. “C’mon, baby,” you urged, riding him harder and faster despite the burning in your thighs. “Cum for me. Please, Eddie.”

He tried to hold out longer, but the sight of you practically begging for it, of your tits bouncing as you rode his cock was too much for him to handle. He held your hips in place as he came, twitching within you until you slipped off him. 

Pearly white dripped from your cunt, sticking to your thighs as you rolled off of him, claiming your place between him and Steve. You could feel your desire cooling between your thighs, the mess of spit from kisses and sweat cooling on your skin. You’d all need a long trip to the showers tomorrow. 

Steve was the first to move closer to you— nuzzling into your neck, wrapping his arm around your waist. You reached for Eddie, tugging him right against your other side. “I love you guys,” you sighed contentedly. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

———

In the morning, you had to practically pry yourself from Steve and Eddie’s arms. You stretched, goosebumps erupting over your bare skin. You should’ve dressed before bed,  but the three of you had fallen deeply asleep practically the moment you cuddled together on the shitty mattress. 

Each article of your clothing was tossed around the tent— Steve’s tank top hid your shorts, but your panties were nowhere to be found. If you had to guess… Munson. You dressed as best as you could, though, and recovered your boys with the blankets, eager to grab a drink from the cooler outside. 

You opened the tent flap and stepped outside, freezing with shock. 

“Eddie! Steve!” You called with concern. “Come look at this!” They rushed out of bed, wrapping their respective blankets around their waists to preserve a modicum of modesty before joining you. 

“Oh… shit,” Eddie said. You could hear the amusement in his tone, so thick that you didn't even have to look to see he was trying not to laugh. 

The campsite was utterly wrecked— your ice chest emptied, Steve’s bag of clothes emptied out and strewn around. Everything that hadn’t been packed back into the van had been tossed around like a tornado had blown through. 

“I told you,” you said finally. “It’s bear season.”

Steve shook his head, a tiny grin on his lips. “More of an excuse to go back to Hawkins and repeat what we did last night on a real bed, right?”

Eddie grinned, glancing between you and Steve. “You know what? That’s not a bad idea, Harrington. We pack that van now, we can be back in Hawkins screwing each other’s brains out by lunchtime.”

You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked over the wrecked campsite. “You know… we probably should. Because of the bears, and everything.”

Yeah, you thought. Thank god for bears.

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