she/her • 8teen • infj • black • pan • lover girl • libra • multifandom • sambucky child of divorce
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request status ⇢ ˗ˏˋ open ࿐ྂ (don’t be shy!!)
🌞 MUSIC tyla. frank ocean. djo. tyler, the creator. doja cat. sabrina carpenter. pinkpantheress. ayesha erotica. tabü. raye. kali uchis. sza. tusekah. megan thee stallion.
🌞 SHOWS narcos. brooklyn 99. the bear. modern family. stranger things. outer banks. criminal minds. gilmore girls. superstore. fleabag. the 8 show. squid game. you. bojack horseman. 3 body problem. abbott elementary. bridgerton.
🫐 currently (re)watching ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. stranger things.
🫐 currently listening ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. winter woman. raye.
🤎 FAVORITES alex consani. ayo edebiri. pedro pascal. drew starkey. stranger things. glen powell. mgg. joe quinn. lewis pullman. pb&jj!!. florence pugh. andrew garfield. mcu. joe keery. coraline. the bear. fleabag. modern family. the running man (‘25).
Chappell Roan, who left her talent agency when she found out the Ceo was in the Epstein Files, is getting more hate than people in the actual Epstein files. Pedophiles are currently presidents and starting wars, wife beaters are getting awards and selling out stadiums, but a lesbian who is not the nicest most cheerful person 24/7 is the actual devil and getting banned from performing. I think she should be meaner. Let her be the nastiest bitch in the world. Maybe more women will wake up from the fucking trance this world has put us through and realise being "not nice" is not the biggest crime in the world.
established relationship. eddie is an insecure baby. smoking (it’s eddie). eddie has abandonment issues. hurt ‘n comfort. 0.7k. fem!reader.
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enjoy! 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 🌊* ⋆ ۪
the patio door creaks open behind eddie, he looks back to watch your slumping, sleepy body emerge. the - what eddie assumes as - frightened look leaves your face as soon as you spot his thin frame under the warm patio light.
he taps the cigarette in his hand into the ash tray on his left and leaves it in there to smoke away while he scoots towards it, making space on his right for you to join him.
you do so, though you shiver as the bare underside of your thighs touch the cold of the stone beneath you.
your hand comes up to pull a few strands of his hair behind his ear, revealing his side profile to you.
“you can smoke near me you know, i’m not allergic to it or anything.” you chuckle humorlessly, filling a bit of the silence that seems to stretch on this clear, starry night.
he chuckles back, humorless, “yeah, i- no, i know..” he rubs a hand over the length of his face, “i just don’t think i should.” you make note of the fact that he still hasn’t looked at you, you don’t mention it.
“why?” you ask,
“i- don’t know.. i just don’t wanna do this to you.” he mutters as his head falls into his hands, covering his cold cheeks.
and eddie thinks to himself he’s said the wrong thing, once again, because he watches your goosebump-covered legs disappear from his peripheral vision and leave up the steps, while a queasiness, that he can’t quite name, begins to broaden in his chest. squeezing it tight and not letting up even through the breathing methods his therapist recommended.
they told you so, a tiny voice speaks inside his chaotic brain, one wrong move and she leaves, you’ve done it again, edward.
and even though he knows, logically, that you won’t leave him (we love each other! he tries pathetically to reason with the voice, though he knows it’s of no use), he can’t stop himself from thinking what if?
what if you’re actually packing your things right now, muttering to yourself about how sick of his confusing brain you are?
what if you’re not really in love with him, but rather pitied him the first time he mumbled those god-forsaken words and are now just waiting for a chance out?
what if you’ve just been waiting for him to mess up so you can call him out on his bullshit and leave him alone like so many have before?
his brain continues to think of horrible what-if’s each one more horrible (and implausible) than the last one as they figuratively flood his brain.
but then an angel appears behind him, he can see his own shadow in front of him as it descends upon him his shoulders warming with a subtle weight and when he opens his eyes again you’ve appeared yet again, seemingly not having left him - though you could just as well be a figment of his imagination, he’s assumed you to be just that on multiple occasions - you’re hands are now wrapped around a steaming mug of - what eddie assumes to be - hot chocolate.
the weight around his shoulders is in truth the blanket that usually lays on the back of the couch.
your head drops onto his shoulders as you say, “there’s nothing about this that you’re ’doing to me’ we’re doing this together, you and me, me and you, and i mean to be honest you know way to much embarrassing stuff about me to leave now.” and as your hand sneaks under his arm to hold his hand tightly, the elephant finally decides to step off of his chest, because somehow without saying much you’ve said everything he wanted- needed to hear.
you start sipping on your hot chocolate trying to get it to warm you from the inside out and eddie picks his cigarette up again, it’s burned away to little more than a stump but he doesn’t care as he takes a drag and blows the smoke away from you, into the cold night (he’s still a gentleman).
we love each other! he thinks as your head snuggles into his shoulder, this time when he thinks the words they leave a trail of happiness behind in his chest.
mae you’re amazing! and I really love the way you write eddie!!! here is my request that is very special to my heart:
something about established relationship reader hanging out at eddie’s trailer a lot and loving the coziness of it all (the knickknacks and the relationship between Wayne and eddie and the way eds expresses himself in his decor and music and his hobbies take over his room, etc) and reader telling eddie that his house has become reader’s safe place n he’s surprised bc it’s just his trailer! but he is definitely the kind of person to take in someone who doesn’t really have a safe place and lots of fluff and cuddles ensue w/a touch of hurt/comfort if you’re so inclined 💕
Thank you for your request lovely! I almost never write eddie but this one felt so perfect for him
cw: hints at reader not having a great home life
Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
“Will you make it on the stove?”
Eddie’s already taking a pot out from the cabinet. “Will I make it on the stove,” he says, turning so you can see his eyes roll from the couch. “And would you like some gold shavings on your spaghetti-os too, your highness?”
You grin. “If you’re offering.”
Eddie’s scoff is followed by the wet splat of your dinner landing in the pot. Eddie and Wayne don’t even really eat spaghetti-os. They keep a can in stock, along with a bunch of other non-perishables, in case of a storm that keeps them from going out, but ever since you discovered the lone can in the pantry Eddie’s had to keep buying more. And you always want it heated on the stove, too, like that makes it somehow better than the microwave, like you’re some kind of princess. And, well, you’re not totally off base. In Eddie’s cheesier moments he thinks of himself as your knight in shining armor.
He sets the stove to a low heat and finds a lid decent enough to fit over the pot, and he’s on his way to find some distraction in you when Wayne’s door opens.
“Now, listen,” Wayne starts.
Eddie turns, cupping his hands around his ears to show he’s listening. You prod the back of his knee with your foot like don’t be a dick.
Wayne looks unamused. “I’ve told you damn near a dozen times to get those pipes wrapped up, and they’re still not wrapped. If that weather guy from WSIL is right it’ll be dropping below freezing tonight, so—”
“So, you could say I’m getting to it not a moment too soon,” Eddie points out.
You poke him again, and Eddie fakes a fall down onto the couch next to you. “What’s wrapping the pipes mean?” you ask them.
“It’s just, like,” Eddie snuggles his shoulder up to yours, “swaddling the pipes under the trailer in blankets so they’re all warm and cozy.”
“It’s so they don’t freeze,” Wayne corrects him severely.
“I’ll get them done, okay? Promise.” Eddie touches two fingers to his brow. “Scout’s honor.”
“That’s not even—” You sigh, rolling your eyes. “I’ll make sure we do them tonight, Mr. Munson.”
Wayne’s weariness (he loves Eddie, really) softens some when he looks at you. “Alright, I’ll trust it to you. Thanks, kid.”
You try to play it off with a shrug, but Eddie can see how happy his uncle’s esteem makes you. You’re practically preening. It’s ridiculous, but what’s more ridiculous is how insanely it makes Eddie want to kiss you. Wayne can’t leave for work soon enough.
When he does, Eddie pounces on you (a slow, romantic pounce, he swears), and you sigh into his mouth.
He laughs. “What?”
“I just,” you kiss his cupid’s bow, “love it here.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. Did I tell you, I found one of your guitar picks in the couch earlier?”
Eddie backs off. “No shit, really? What color was it?”
“Red.”
“I’ve been looking for that.”
Your lips curve. “I thought it looked special. I put it on your nightstand.”
“Thanks, beautiful.” Your lashes flutter closed as he kisses you again, but Eddie can’t shake the feeling that there’s something weird going on with you. You’re radiating this pleasure, this thick, syrupy content. He pulls away again, cupping the side of your neck. “That what’s making you so happy?”
You make a soft hum like this could be more or less true. “I was just thinking about how nice it is here.”
Eddie’s shoulders jump with a laugh. “Nice?”
“Yeah.”
He’d think you were making fun of him—of them, him and Wayne—if you didn’t sound so totally sincere. Eddie likes the trailer fine because it’s where they live, but he wouldn’t call it nice. The walls have stains from old leaks. His bedroom is so small he can’t fit more than a twin mattress. When it gets cold out, you have to crawl underneath the trailer and duct tape blankets around the pipes.
“What’s nice about it?” he asks you.
You shrug again, but your expression is earnest. “I like that there’s so much of you here. I mean, you and Wayne, but mostly you. Your posters and stuff. I like that you can leave a bowl in the sink without anyone getting pissed about it.”
Eddie’s fingers tighten on you unconsciously. He doesn’t like the idea of you getting yelled at for something as simple as a bowl in the sink. But this isn’t a totally new revelation; you’d been shocked, when Eddie explained the concept of soaking a dish to make it easier to clean, that Wayne allowed it. He takes care to loosen his grip, thumb stroking across your jaw apologetically. “Yeah, well, give Wayne long enough. After a few days he’ll bitch me out just like he did about the pipes.”
You smile. “That wasn’t bitching you out.”
Eddie feigns pique, blowing air out the side of his mouth. “I sure feel bitched out.”
“I think it’s nice that you guys can talk like that, and you know he’s not really mad at you.” You take Eddie’s thumb, bringing it to your lips for a kiss. The action is simple, thoughtless, and yet his whole wrist goes tingly anyway. “It’s cool that he lets you put your stuff everywhere, and then you find things like guitar picks in the couch—”
“You know that’s not, like, an intentional amenity, right?”
“I’m just saying, it’s part of it.” You look down at his thumb, like the truth in what you’re saying is suddenly too much. “It’s quiet here. It’s homey. It’s nice.”
Eddie lets that settle. He looks at you for a while, and thinks about you feeling at home in his home. The idea has warmth unfurling in his chest.
He moves his thumb from your mouth, sweeping it across your cheek as he treats himself to a slow, sweet kiss. “Wanna know something?”
“Hm?”
“I like it better when you’re here.”
It’s one of Eddie’s most privately treasured feelings, the feeling of your smile blooming against his mouth. “Cheeseball.”
He could argue that point—you’re the cheeseball, really, even if you won’t own it—but he’s feeling too sweet on you to tease. He kisses the bridge of your nose before going to get your fancy-ass spaghetti-os.
CONTROVERSIALLY!YOUNGER!READER SOFT LAUNCHING JOE KEERY ★
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warnings/tags ¡! smut. best friends to lovers. eddie’s a bit of a munch (but what’s new). pubic hair (oh god!). pull-out method. a tiny bit of cum play.
summary ¡! you sleep with your best friend eddie.
word count ¡! 2.07k
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a/n; i‘m in egypt!! but here is part 2 of no show as promised, i really hope you guys like it because i know i do!
“i- sorry.”
ironically eddie was the one to apologize now, it made you chuckle.
his hand snuck further up your thigh, fingers digging further into the fat. as if now that he’d gotten a taste of you, he needed more control to stop himself from doing it again.
you, however, (and to eddie’s relief) didn’t want to stop anyway.
your soft lips enveloped his again, this time dragging him back with you as you laid down on the couch. his lips moved down your neck almost instinctively, like he’d done it a hundred times before. your legs tangling with his, while the hardening bulge inside his pants nudged against the softness of your inner thigh.
you whine against his lips when he bites your bottom one,
“fuck, i’m sorry, baby.” he whispers into your mouth, his big glassy eyes staring into your own orbs.
you hum, “no, do it again.” with a wicked smirk grazing your face.
“oh, you’re gonna be the death of me sweetheart.”
his head dips back into your neck, making his way down your neck, while your hand tangles in his frizzy curls. your legs spreading further to accommodate his upper body as it drags down, down, down your body.
he stops at the swell of your breast, where he’s dragged your neckline down as far as possible without stretching it out irreversibly.
“uhm, can you- do you wanna take your shirt off?” he lifts his head.
you strain your eyes to look into his face, the trailer was getting dark now that the lanterns where the main source of light next to the moon.
“can we maybe, uh, go to your room? ’cause you know it’s getting dark and i wanna see your pretty face.”
“oh, yeah, ‘course.”
he lifts off of you, hand extended like the gentleman he is. you grab it and stand up, letting him lead the way to his room.
he switches the light on his bedside table on and turns side ways, extending an arm into his room to lead you inside, “milady,”
“thank you.”
you stand awkwardly in front of his bed, while waiting for him to close and lock the door, he does and moves to stand infant of you.
“hi,”
“hi, eds, you wanna finish what you started?” you say, suddenly shy in the intimate atmosphere.
“oh, i’d love to, sweetheart.”
and with that his head went to yours and he kissed you again, his hands pushing up and under your shirt, while you stepped backwards until your knees hit the back of his bed and pulling him onto it when they did.
he was quick to ditch your shirt in favor of seeing your breasts,
“fuck, this is adorable,” he mutters at the sight of your bra, a pretty thing with flowers stitched into it.
you just heave a needy sigh in response.
his greedy fingers drag your bra under your boobs, his mouth immediately latching onto the doughy skin, while your hands roam over his shoulders, feeling the muscles in them move with him. you gasp as his teeth scrape lightly over your nipple before sucking on it, circling it with his tongue.
“hey, eddie you wanna use that technique somewhere else?”
the only chuckles in response, moving down your body quicker, kissing down your waist leaving little half moons of spit behind that cool quickly, making goosebumps appear quick.
he stops at the waistband of your pants for a split second looking up at your face, checking if your still okay with this or if his luck has finally turned sour, you nod with a pleading look across your features. so he continues, quick fingers hook into the waistband of your pants dragging them down, leaving your underwear - with stitched on flowers too - on.
“damn, they match? you’re actually trying to kill me, baby.” he has a funny infliction on the words, breathless, like he’s the one who’s pussy is spoken to.
and eddie’s nothing if not a tease, you’ve know that, but it’s even more noticeable as he’s kissing down your thighs, all around your panties. everywhere except for where you desperately want to feel him.
his hands drag up your thighs, fingers digging into their softness. he spent a few good minutes there before your whines become too much and he finally, finally hooks his fingers into the waist band of your soaked panties - you’re pretty sure they’d turned translucent already - to pull them down your legs.
“eddie,” you whine, “i’m wet enough, just come and fuck me already!”
you look down at him when he doesn’t respond only to find him staring at you already, cheeks rosy, mouth agape, you look at him with big eyes your eyebrows raised as if to say ‘well?’
“right, yeah, okay, if-if you’re sure?”
you nod in response,
“words, baby, please.”
“yes, eddie, i’m sure”
he mumbles a quick ‘okay’, before working to get his pants off, his fingers trembling when he thinks about his naked best friend in front of him. he gets up for a second to take his pants properly off, giving you a gorgeous view of his tented blue checkered boxers, darkened at the very tip of the tent with precum.
he eventually throws both his boxers and his pants of the bed, crawling towards you in his shirt. you stop him before he can properly kiss you, “eds, your shirt?”
“oh fuck, yeah.” and with that he heaves it over his upper body, subconsciously showing his lean torso off.
“you’re so pretty.” you say at the sight.
“says you.” he mutters while dipping down again,
his kiss-bitten lips enveloping yours once again as one of his hand drags down your body towards your cunt again, slim fingers prodding at your entrance, you whine his name again at the intrusion.
“i know, i know, sweetheart, but i have to stretch you out a little.” he says as one of them enters you and slowly thrusts in and out.
your hum turns into a gasp, “you’re not that big.”
he acts offended, “shut up or i’ll show you how big i am.”
your giggle turns into another gasp as he adds another finger and curls both, looking for that spongy spot inside your walls that eddie’s heard so many rumors about.
you grab his arm when you feel his dick rub against your inner thigh in time with his fingers,
“eddie,” you say, voice serious,
“what?” he instantly stops his fingers, “are you okay?” he questions frantically.
“i need you to fuck me right now.”
“don’t do that! you almost gave me a stroke.” he slaps your thigh with the hand that was previously inside you, you don’t care as you throw your hand behind his neck to pull him into another kiss.
“put it in.” you mutter against his lips, but don’t let him answer as you drag him down again.
eddie lines himself up at your entrance, one hand beside your head while the other is on his dick.
it prods at your entrance, while he hovers over your face, lips touching but not quite kissing as you breathe into each others mouths. he pays attention to not directly press his forehead into yours, the one hand on the side of your head keeping him hovering above you.
you let out another gasp - this time he mimics yours - as he finally glides into your wet cunt, his eyes squinting shut as he stops himself from thrusting immediately.
you tuck one strand of hair that’s tickling you particularly behind his ear and put it on his cheek, thumb stroking along his bone.
eddie starts picking up speed, rolling his hips into yours, one thatch of hair grazing the other, he leans down again for another kiss - though due to the sex happening it’s more like panting into each others mouths.
the bed squeaks as his movements pick up again, he sits onto his heels, pushing your legs to your chest.
“this okay?” he pants, body slick with pearls of sweat.
“ah, fuck, yeah, no eddie-“ you huff, “i want you close, baby.” you say, hands reaching out and grabbing at the space he previously was.
his thrusts slow momentarily as he leans back down again, lean torso pressed to the backs of your thighs, while he places one hand on the wall behind his bed. the other sneaks down your body, slick with sweat and slightly nervous, but determined to get you to cum before he does.
you notice his thrusts stutter and slow into more of a roll of hips when his slim fingers finally find your clit.
“ah, fuck eddie, right there!” you moan,
“yeah?” he responds.
you moan again and he speeds up a bit, the little circles around your nub along with the shaky thrusts make the heat pool in your stomach further and further, your hands grab at his back, seemingly giving him a few good scratches by the way he moans, his head dropping into your neck as his thrusts speed up again, less rutting and more trusting as she’s hand keeps his ministrations up.
your pussy clenches around him rhythmically, the heat in your lower belly pooling and pooling until,
it snaps,
“ahh, i’m coming!” you cry out, your pussy continues clenching around his slick cock when he suddenly pulls out and starts fisting his cock quickly, sitting back on his calves again.
you blink the stars out just in time to see his cock spurt out white ropes across your soft tummy,
“fuck,” he drags the word out while dropping onto your body, not giving a single fuck about the cum now spread across both you,
“ew, you pig!” you smack a hand across his back, but don’t care for retrieving it as it starts (apparently through a mind of its own) to stroke delicate shapes across the boys pale back.
he only groans into your neck, the vibration tickling you.
"so, uhm, we should probably talk..” you say reluctantly,
“oh, right,” he responds, lifting himself off you,
“just cause- i mean if this was a one time thing.. you know?” you don’t even know what you’re trying to say, but it’s easier to leave your sentence open ended and let him finish it than to try and make sense of adrenaline tainted dread that’s broadening in your chest. you bring an arm over your bare chest trying to erase to feel of vulnerability at least on the outside, while your knees come up and together to cover your core (which he’d seen up close 30 minutes prior, but never mind that).
“well, i mean, does it have to be?” eddie asks, “a one time thing i mean?”
“oh! no, i just thought you wanted it to be-“
“yeah, cause that’s fine if you want that-“
“but it doesn’t need to be on my side.”
“but i don’t really want it to be.”
you both say, talking over each other, which - after a second of silence - makes you both burst out into a fit of giggles.
and just like that the dread disappears again and all that’s left is the giddiness that comes with being with eddie and laughing with him, that same giddiness that you can now identify as your feelings for him.
“i want us to be something- more than friends. i don’t want this to be a one time thing.” you confess, sitting up properly to be face to face with him.
“yeah,” he mutters, his eyes glistening with that exact some giddiness.
“i mean- me too, i-i want that too.” he adds after you squint at him in confusion.
you exhale, “okay, good, cause i was a little nervous you know you usually talk so much and then you just said ‘yeah’ and in my head i was like ‘yeah’ what? like i thought that was supposed to console me or that you were gonna tell me to get the hell out right now, which would have sucked, because i really really like you and-“
eddie interrupts you, surging forward on the bed and pushing you down again to deliver a mount of little pecks across your cheeks, forehead and any place he can find until you’re such a giggly mess that he can’t get past your big smile to your cheeks.
“sorry,” he says gorgeous face right in front of yours, “you were talking a lot.”
guys, part 2 of no show has to wait a bit cause i’m on vacation rn and my wifi is trashh i’m gonna try to finish it until sunday and upload it from the lobby!!
in honor of a better quality version of that one eddie photo finally existing, here's something I drew some months ago based on that picture. (this + a small steddie comic on patreon)
if eddie has that shirt because he saw the tour i know he was nerding out so hard he cried
synopsis: you and saebyeok scissor. that's it. that's the fic.
wordcount. 1.2k
tags. mdni 18+, lesbian saebyeok, making out, vaginal fingering, soft dom!sae, scissoring (obvi), mentions of pubic hair (like once), slight marking kink, a brief mention of crying (the fun kind), a mysterious breeding kink, and lovely lovely banter!!
୨᭪ a/n .ᐟ ok NOW i hear you, and i see all the people in my notfis liking my kinktober post and i'm so so sorry that i completely disappeared, but I'm here and i'm manufacturing days 2 & 3!! thank you all for being so patient w me it truly means a lot!! <33
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“I’m not sure I’m that flexible.”
saebyeok scoffs a chuckle against your lips, her mouth twisting up into an amused grin as she trails a careful hand down your body.
the tips of her fingers tease the hemline of your jeans, and she tilts her head to place deep, sensual kisses on your neck, and her spit soaked lips meet your pulse point, and she puts enough pressure on it to make you shiver.
“All you would be doing is laying there.” she remarks, and meets your gaze. “I would be on top. Doing all the work.”
you blink furiously at her brazenness, flushing all the way from the tips of your ears down to your very tingly toes. the weight of her clothed is already dizzying enough, but her on top of you naked? you can already feel the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.
“Okay.”
she offers you a self-satisfied smirk before finally unbuttoning your jeans, snatching them open before giving her palm a long, and crude lick.
you gawk at her. “What?” she shrugs a lazy shoulder, “I gotta get you wet.”
she doesn’t break eye contact with you, even as she breaches your panties and is met with your damp slit.
“Already this soaked just from a little kissing?” she teases and your gut twists in embarrassment. “Shut up.” you groan, your head falling back on the pillows under you.
you gasp when she puts pressure on your clit to distract you from the middle finger that sinks inside you. your hand gently grasps her wrist as she works you up.
the goal wasn’t to stretch you out, but to get you wet enough so the slide of your cunt and hers is easier.
“Could have used lube you know.” you breathe, which seemed to be a mistake, because in the same breath, it catches in your throat when she adds a second finger into the mix.
your bent legs twitch around nothing, and the woman laying on her side is just out of your reach.
“What’s the fun in that?”
torture.
she liked to torture you.
“What?” she murmurs. “Are you not having fun?” her fingers curl against your g-spot and you moan. “Fuck.”
it’s embarrassingly whiny, but it seems to spur her on, because she exchanges out her ring finger for her index, pulling out before plunging straight back in.
though her actions are barely covered by your quickly dampening pants, you can hear yourself squelching, and it causes your warm body to burn hotter. your grip on her wrist tightens and your hips buck desperately.
“Shit, shit -” your jaw falls open and she places kisses from the bottom of your chin up to the shell of your ear. coaxing.
she presses down on your clit and you shudder, whimpering as she pounds you with her digits, and you clench around them. “C’mon,” she husks. “I can feel you.” she hums. “‘Know you’re about to cum. Give it to me.”
“Sae -” you whimper. “Saebyeok, please. I’m so -”
she knows what you need, because she switches her ruthless bullying out for curling her fingers, her thumb swiping back and forth on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
it seems to do the trick, because your mouth forms an ‘o’, your eyes squeezing together and your waist thrusting, up, up, up.
you come down with a heaving chest and the feeling of her slipping out of you.
“Well,” she says after a moment. “You’re definitely wet enough.”
you snort and slap her chest lightheartedly with the back of your hand. “Get undressed, then hot stuff, and come take me for a ride.”
she just rolls her eyes but reluctantly listens, and it takes the two of you no time to get naked.
she was always stunning naked, all sharp points to your softened edge. something so inherently feminine yet masculine at the same time. she was a dream that went beyond a gendered-binary.
“I can see you waxing poetic with your eyes. Stop.” there’s no malice in her voice, and you know hidden behind all that hyper-independent bravado, your gaze flusters her.
“Says the woman who told me she wanted to scissor me.” you retort, but give no resistance to when she crawls on top of you.
she swings one of her legs over your thighs, the other kneeling, and she grips your bent knee as she slowly lowers herself on you.
the wetness of her cunt could rival yours, because you hiss when your sensitive clits meet.
“God -” you groan. “I don’t even wanna think about what your panties look like.” she huffs, “Pervert.” but she sounds just as breathless as you are.
she starts with light grinds, experimenting with a pace before picking up.
saebyeok’s eyes are screwed shut in concentration, and you’re staring at her plump mouth as she quietly pants. you grip the thigh that isn’t tossed over yours, lifting just a bit to contribute to the friction.
she gasps, and it’s an enchanting sound. “How does -” she swallows. “How does it feel?”
“Different.” you mewl. “But a… A good different.”
and it is different, because it’s almost like riding her thigh, but your pubic hair and arousal, as well as your previous orgasm make things a lot more pleasurable.
her clit bumps into yours, and you moan. “Shit - do that again please.”
she does it again, and it seems to be the pace that you two were looking for, because with every desperate grind, your pussies kiss, and deep groans go tumbling out of the woman above you.
it’s not often you’re able to see your girlfriend fall apart, because she’s usually the one breaking you down piece by piece just to put you back together again at the end of the night. she genuinely looks like she’s losing herself in the feeling of you.
your hips buck as your orgasm begins to twist in your belly.
“Careful.” she hisses. “Almost bucked me off.”
“Sorry, sorry,” you groan. “I’m close.”
you let your eyes trail from her glistening cunt up her razoredge hip bones, to her toned stomach up to the way her breasts give a subtle bounce when she moves.
“Are you close?” you find yourself asking, and she answers with a mere nod of her head.
she’s never been the most vocal in bed, but you know her tells, you can see it in her face when she’s about to come.
sweat beads on her hairline, and you reach a hand out and she holds it, indulging. they hang between her, and her grip tightens when her thrusts turn sloppy, hurried.
“Shit, shit, shit -” she curses the same time you say, “Oh, fuck - saebyeok!”
and your orgasm feels different too, like something primal inside you is satisfied with the feeling of marking her. a part of you wonders if any of you managed to make it inside of her.
she comes down with a few twitches, and even as she continues moving, you bite your lip to smother your overstimulated whines.
“Wow.” you huff, blinking away a few tears that managed to escape. “God, my back hurts.” she complains, lifting herself up to flop next to you on the bed.
Summary: Steve's figuring it out, and Eddie flies Robin in to help. To speak some sense into the ether, to be the true voice of reason that you all need. Some things just come in threes, don't they?
CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, fem!reader, angst, brief mentions of substance abuse and addiction, mentions of smut, sort of cheating? not really... you'll see
Author’s note: final part for now, but we know me! this probably isn't the end end. I hope you enjoy! Please know that I appreciate any and all feedback, pls leave some!
Wordcount: 4.7K
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“You’re sad,” Eddie spoke into the dark.
You were sad, but you were also tired and didn’t feel like talking. There was no point telling Eddie you weren’t sad, but you could just... not talk. Stay silent. Let the silence and the quiet be enough for right now.
“Why’s my girl sad, hey?”
But Eddie couldn’t fucking stand to see you sad. Always would instantly think he was the one to blame, and that he was the one that needed to fix it.
And sure, if he just took a minute and reminded himself of the things he’d learned in therapy, he’d know that this was just the fabrications of his mind. Things his brain told itself because small little baby Eddie had falsely learned that things were his fault a lot.
And even if you’d tell him it wasn’t anything he’d done, that he wasn't the cause and didn't need to be the answer, Eddie would still bend over backwards to fix it.
He wasn’t going to let his girl be sad and not do anything about it. It wasn't 1988, for fuck's sake. That was teenage-Eddie’s incapability that had dragged on into his twenties, and he knew better now.
But you didn’t want to talk, and so as an answer, you burrowed your face into his chest more. Pressed your cheek into his ribs more. Curled your legs all up and around his legs more.
And Eddie got it. Held you tighter with his whole body, both arms and both legs, and he pressed his unshaven cheek against the top of your head, where he pressed a kiss onto your hairline.
You thought that could be that, that you could just go to sleep all tangled up together and you could maybe talk later, in the morning, or... you know, never. Pretend this never happened. But Eddie’s fingers started trailing up and down your back. Then they got your arm where his fingertips trailed down, until eventually they found your hand to play with for a little bit, and finally, his hand came up to your face where it brushed hair to the side as he tried to get a better look at you.
“Hey, what is it?” he whispered.
You tried to figure out how Eddie even sensed anything different in you. Had you been extra silent? More distant than usual? You didn’t think so... had done your best to appear completely normal, actually.
But Eddie was a good boyfriend.
Needed to make sure that he stayed a good boyfriend.
Eddie had vowed to never let you fall asleep all up in your feelings ever again, like you had done because of him for years. He’d vowed to put your mind at ease, to let you get out what was bothering you so you wouldn’t lie awake, and mill shit over in your mind for hours.
But you didn’t want to talk.
How were you going to explain to Eddie that Steve had kissed you a little too close to the mouth, practically with his whole dick out, and that you had liked it?
Steve, who had been there for you throughout every bout of bullshit Eddie had pulled on you ever since you’d gotten to know each other.
Steve, who would give you both his shoulders for weeks to cry on over Eddie acting like you were his world for three days before he’d leave and wouldn’t contact you for months.
Steve, who sort of coached you through life as you watched Eddie spiral for afar, unable to do anything for fear of being sucked right into said spiral.
Steve, who had protected and provided, who had enabled and empowered, who had confessed this morning that he was jealous of your relationship with Eddie, who had confessed on his first day here that he had felt abandoned by you after you’d left for LA...
Steve, who was your best friend...
“I’m OK,” you lied thick lies, and Eddie froze for a second before he took a deep breath and moved to turn on his bedside lamp.
Yeah.
You weren't going to go to sleep anytime soon.
“You wanna be honest with me?” Eddie said, his voice louder, but not malicious. More caring, like he truly wanted you to just get out what was bothering you before you’d fall asleep together.
Still, you were mortified that Steve could hear, so you shushed him.
“I’m fine,” you whispered loudly, just shy of a hiss and it made Eddie frown, so you added, “Just... I’m worried about Steve.”
Which wasn’t a lie. You were. You were worried that when he’d told Eddie he was jealous that he meant he was jealous of Eddie because Eddie got to be with you. You were worried that Steve had romanticized the idea of what your and Eddie’s relationship was like and had painted a picture of you that he wanted for himself. You were worried that when he’d told you that he had gotten married based on him trying to create something where there wasn’t something, that he’d meant he was trying to create a version of you that he got to marry and have his own happily ever after with.
What if Steve wanted to be with you?
And what if you fucking liked that?!
Regrets.
“Aw, babe,” Eddie’s heart broke when he saw your eyes well up and you fucking hated yourself for letting Eddie pull you close again. For letting him comfort you over something that you didn’t feel like you deserved comfort over.
“He’ll be OK, I promise. He’s here with us, isn’t he? Far away from–”
“Could you talk to him?” you interrupted, knowing full well that Eddie and Steve talked all the time. Just maybe not... not about important things, you know? Like they’d talk, mention some things, but then breeze over them so quickly, it was like nothing even got mentioned at all.
You supposed it was just how men were. In general.
But maybe if Eddie talked to Steve, if he... oh, you didn’t know, got some sort of clarity on what really caused his divorce, or... what even caused the entire fucking marriage in the first place, maybe it would... clear things up.
“Like, man to man, maybe? I feel like maybe I’m not... ” words failed you. Maybe you weren’t... you weren’t what, exactly?
“What do you mean?”
Ugh.
Fine.
“This is going to sound so stupid,” you groaned and moved to sit up a little. Eddie just watched you from where he was pressed into his pillows.
“Steve...” you started, voice low because, as you’d learned that morning, Steve could hear you from where you were currently sat in your bed. “Steve hugged me weird...”
Eddie cocked his head a little, eyebrows shooting up his forehead.
“He... hugged you weird?” Eddie repeated you like he would repeat a child, all sarcastic, to make them hear how stupid they sounded, and you immediately thought that you were making too big of a deal of it all.
“Yea... he hugged me weird, I don’t know,”
“Honey, he’s going through a divorce,”
And immediately, you accepted that Eddie was probably right. It was probably just a weird hug because he'd been in his white, wet underwear.
You were probably the one that made it weird.
You could think of countless other times where you and Steve had been more intimate than when you'd had that weird hug and that kiss to your cheek that… had been soft.
Jesus Christ, it had been so soft, you didn’t quite understand why that stood out to you so much.
Why it had felt so different, suddenly.
No.
Eddie was probably right.
But then three days later, you caught Steve outside, sat on the diving board with his toes in the water whilst Eddie sat in his little make-shift studio with his guitar on his lap and his headphones on, not to be disturbed. He was in his own world for a little bit, where it was all music and chords and strumming fingers and melodies.
For a moment, you just listened to Eddie plucking at strings and humming along whilst you looked at Steve out there, in your backyard.
Steve swirled his toes in the water with the sun beaming down on him and light reflected up from the pool water, dancing lines over his skin. He stared into the water like all the answers to his life were down there, at the bottom of the pool, just a quick dive removed from him.
He looked sort of… lovely. Steve was all shoulder. Had those shoulders on top of his shoulders. And he had tanned so fast – much quicker than you or Eddie had. He looked golden.
But then you saw what was going on, and you took a moment longer to really be sure. When Steve wiped at the underside of his nose, you knew you were right.
Steve was crying.
Without even thinking about it, you went outside, walked out towards the pool, up the steps to the diving board and walked down the length of it. Your movement made the whole thing wobble, made Steve hold onto the sides for fear of falling off.
Steve looked over his shoulder, was ready to make an excuse, was ready to get up and off this balancing board, but he didn’t stand a fucking chance because you plopped down and wrapped yourself around him like a backpack. Hugged him tight until the swaying board you were sat on stilled.
Steve hugged back with awkward arms that hugged himself in the process, the two of you sat like that for a little while, your cheek pressed into his shoulder blade. The sun in your eyes and warm on your hair.
“It’s finalized.”
“Already?”
Steve nodded, sobbed, sniffed. Had gotten the phone call that morning.
“That’s good though, right?” you moved your head to rest upon his shoulder, head tilted to catch his expression. His wet cheeks. None of it felt weird, even after that tense wet-underwear-hug from the other day.
“I guess, ultimately, yeah,” Steve said softly, and you couldn’t stand how depressed he sounded.
Little Stevie.
You used a flat hand to gently try to dry his face, rid both cheeks of tears, and afterwards, you pressed a kiss there. Wanted to make Steve feel loved and cared for. Like he could always come to you and cry if that would make him feel better. You know, ultimately.
But then Steve turned his face to look at you, and one of his hands found the back of your head and he kissed you back, pressed lips onto your cheek. Close to your mouth, just like before.
“Steve,” you said, soft and hesitant, unsure if it was meant to be more of a warning or a question. It sounded like both.
“Yea,” Steve said on the back-end of a sigh, and he said it so solemnly, you knew he knew exactly what you meant.
We can't. You can't. Eddie. Remember? We're friends, Steve. We can't. You just got divorced. We shouldn't. We can't.
“Just... just love you a lot,” Steve said, and it pulled on your heartstrings so fiercely, it made you groan like you were in pain. Made you rest your forehead against his back, and made Steve squeeze both your knees on either side of him.
“You're just fragile, which, you know, of course you are...” you reasoned, but Steve just pressed his fingers into your flesh harder and kept a firm grip until you whispered, “I love you too.”
Even though the weather screamed happiness and joy, the slight breeze perfect and sun so warm, the mood was heavy. Sorrowful.
Steve was thirty and had just gotten divorced and neither of you had ever thought throughout all your years of friendship that this would be the place where you'd end up. On a diving board. In your backyard in LA. By the house that you and Eddie lived in. Loved in. Tried to create a family in.
You were feeling complex feelings and neither of you were able to really articulate what it really was that you felt.
Until a loud, “Surprise!” shocked you right out of it.
“Look what the cat dragged in!”
Eddie and Robin were both stood by the sliding doors, and the sudden loud noise, the sudden presence of others, almost made the two of you lose your balance.
Not that it would've mattered if you had.
Steve saw Robin and immediately let himself fall into the water. Swam towards her like he'd not seen her in five years. Climbed out and hugged her all wet, like he'd not seen her in ten.
Eddie grinned at you as you clutched your chest, just about to nearly cry at the sight of them. He jogged over to you, walked the plank just like you had done before, sat down behind you as the diving board bounced and hugged you.
Hugged you tight.
Arms over your lower stomach, protecting and loving all of the important things inside.
You both watched your friends cling to each other like Robin hadn’t just gotten off a stuffy flight - probably didn't smell amazing - and Steve wasn’t dripping wet.
They whispered words into each other's hair and it suddenly struck you how grown up Robin looked. Reminded you of your mother. Maybe just a mother in general. One that cared for her son, Steve.
“I didn't know I had a boyfriend who's the type of guy to secretly fly friends out,” you mused, smiling wide. Robin was here.
“Yeah well, I didn't know I had a friend who hasn't felt like someone truly cared about him for years,”
Oh.
Oh shit.
Regret.
“Did you talk?”
“We talked. I overheard him on the phone this morning, and he's... Steve's really not doing so well,”
“Perfect timing then.”
You watched Steve and Robin hug until it suddenly became a wrestle. Seconds later Steve had her in the pool, fully dressed, and it felt like a rite of passage.
Later, Eddie handed Steve the keys to his Ford Mustang, and Steve grinned. Turned to Robin and asked, “Wanna go for a drive?”
You watched the drive off your driveway, Robin with both hands up high in the air and you thought, good. Go feel the magic of a good sunny day. Go get drunk together - you could go and pick them up later at a seedy bar and would even clean their vomit out of your car.
Eddie confessed then that both him and Robin had seen you.
They had seen you out there, sat on the diving board. Had seen you dry Steve's tears. Had seen you kiss his cheek, and then had seen him kiss yours.
Had seen how it lingered.
But Eddie wasn't mad. Or sad. Or disappointed.
Eddie seemed calm. Collected, even. Seemed wildly okay, which you weren't expecting.
“Are you happy?”
It took you a second to answer in just a tiny nod, like it was hard to admit that you were.
“That’s all I care about.”
“Happiness?”
“That you’re happy. Baby, you’ve given too much for too long…”
You didn’t think that was right. It felt like you and Eddie found a way to be together together. Felt like your needs were being met just as much as Eddie’s were, even if you knew that logically, on paper, to outsider eyes, it didn’t make sense. Not a whole lot, anyway.
It kind of felt like any other woman, any other wife, giving up outside ambitions to become a stay at home mother. You just… merged your life with Eddie’s in a different way, but not entirely unlike what you saw around you. You knew Nancy had quit her job the second their first born saw the light of day.
People sacrificed in relationships. Everyone did.
And you and Eddie both made sacrifices in your own unique way.
No regrets.
“It’s about time you started learning how to receive,”
The fist that held your heart squeezed inside your chest, and you saw Eddie smirk as his hands reached out to pull you close.
“Said I took the best thing out of Indiana,” Eddie meant Steve. Steve had said that. “Had to come and chase after it because damn right I fucking took the best thing, didn't I?”
You played with Eddie’s hair. Twirled some strands into perfect ringlets and couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face at the compliment.
“That reminds me... didn’t we agree to a 40-60 deal?”
And you couldn’t fucking believe how much you loved Eddie. How much you needed him to knock you up right that second, because you needed to merge yourself with him. Needed to create more of him.
Beautiful motherfucker.
No fucking regrets.
You could receive later. Right now you wanted to give more, wanted Eddie to lay back on your bed, and wanted to climb up onto his lap. Straddle him. Do all the work and let Eddie just take it. Enjoy it. Feel how much you loved him.
But Eddie was too fast and did exactly to you what you had wanted to do to him, and even when you tried to take charge a little, tried to push into new positions, even tried to work together properly, Eddie said no. Pushed you back down. Took your hands into his and intertwined fingers tightly so you couldn’t use them for anything other than holding.
“Eddie,” you whined, wiggling to get them free, but Eddie would grip harder and shut you up with his mouth on yours and he'd say shit like, “Gotta follow my lead, baby,” and “Wanna make you feel good, you deserve to feel good,” and okay, fine. You could try receiving for a little bit.
You tried to think of a time where you received rather than gave without having been on the verge of an insane mental breakdown, and you came up empty.
Apparently you needed to be pushed to the absolute brink to let someone else take charge like that.
You’d received from Steve whenever you’d be left an empty shell of yourself after a visit from Eddie. Let him mend you back into feeling like an actual person again. And Steve had gotten good at it too. Knew exactly what to say, what to do, where to push it and where to give space. Made sense. It used to happen all the time.
And then you received from Eddie when you had felt so bad about yourself, of who you were as a girlfriend to your ex-boyfriend Matt, that you hadn’t even been able to open the door for Eddie when he showed up for you.
It dawned on you then.
It had always been Eddie and Steve.
Not in the same way. In vastly different ways, actually. But your tripod, the way you’d always been who you were together, it always worked because it was the three of you.
Jesus. What a confusing mess.
Ask Wayne. He had never fucking understood any of what he saw float in the air between the three of you. Pretended he didn't see, because that was just... easier. For all parties. But there were teenagers cuddling up on his couch, and they were holding hands but always denying goin’ together. They grew up into young adolescents who suspiciously moved into a building together, spoke to his boy more than he would most of the time… this reeked of more than just friendship, but what exactly? Wayne couldn’t even explain it to himself, let alone to curious neighbours he'd run into at the supermarket that would casually ask him about it.
“They're always together, those three,”
And, yes. You were. But his boy was happy, so Wayne never interfered even though he never understood.
It didn’t make sense, but, deep down, within the smallest matter of what made you you, it felt right.
So right.
It felt right when Eddie snuggled you close after flipping you in the bed so you had your legs up against the headboard, hips up on your pillows, letting gravity help out Eddie's soldiers, and whispered, “If anything, I’d kill Harrington for not hugging you, no matter how weird he gets about it.”
You knew Eddie was right. Wouldn't actually kill him, but it would've been weirder had Steve pretended he hadn't known about you trying for a baby, and the hardships it brought with it because it wasn’t really working out as easily as you’d hoped.
It felt right when Steve comforted you after you’d taken a pregnancy test because you’d missed a few days of your period and you just needed to know, or you’d drive yourself crazy, but it’d come back negative because of course it had.
Steve hadn't said anything, but had just hugged you after you'd dropped a glass in the sink that shattered and had burst out crying in frustration because everything was going wrong.
Robin had just looked at the two of you before carefully asking if there was anything that she could do, and Steve had joked, “Yeah, got some good quality sperm lying around?” which had the three of you in giggles instantly.
And it felt right when Steve tidied the kitchen after a meal and you’d cuddled up with Eddie on the couch, only for Steve to join you minutes later and he curled arms around you on your other side.
“Get in here, Buckley,” Eddie had beckoned her, but she'd gotten all comfortable, the L-shaped couch giving her enough space to lay out with her legs stretched all the way down, and she'd said, “None of you are my type, wackos,” which insinuated things, but none of you mentioned it.
So you watched a movie together, but not, and you slowly caressed fingers up and down Eddie's arm that laid across your stomach. Naturally, your fingers would then dance over to Steve's that laid right next to his, and it wasn't weird. Just warm. Lovely. Up and down, slowly stroking, back to Eddie's arm, then back to Steve's, and you only noticed Eddie had fallen asleep when you heard soft snores in your ear.
And it even felt right when you caught a sneaky glance of Eddie smacking Steve on the ass that was followed by flirty giggles and a sultry push back of Steve’s hair that made Eddie go, “All right, reel it in big guy.”
It had made Robin and you share a knowing look, both trying to bite back giggles until you couldn't, and Eddie had defended, “Well, fucking look at it,” as he gestured at Steve's round ass in tight shorts.
Steve had just smiled and blushed a little. No regrets.
Robin stayed at the house for four days, and on her last evening in town, Corroded Coffin had decided that, just for fun, they'd show up at a random Open Mic night. Play a few new songs. See how the people would react.
You couldn't believe your eyes when tree trunk guy, that one big unit of a dude, die-hard corroded coffin fan who'd gotten Eddie's signature tattooed on his arm, showed up. You'd shouted, “No ragrets!” by ways of introducing him to Steve, and Steve couldn't stop laughing, wanted to see the tattoo that this guy showed him all proud. Robin didn't get it. Tried to tell him, hey that's not spelled right, but the band had started playing and all attention was directed towards the stage now.
The guys played, and they played good. Inside this small bar, it felt almost like you were all back at the Hide Out in Hawkins, Indiana. Real young beginnings. They sounded like Corroded Coffin but twelve years ago, on shitty instruments hooked up to a shitty sound system, but... it was kind of a vibe.
You hung back, sat near the bar where you could see and hear them best. Watched the crowd grow as more people outside realised what band was playing inside, and watched Steve and Robin dance and jump up near the front.
This was exciting. Almost electric. You could feel it from your chest all the way into your tingling finger tips.
The atmosphere was fucking perfect, exactly what you'd hoped for, until suddenly, it got too crowded. Too busy. Too many people trying to get inside and not enough security in place to keep shit safe.
You'd talked about what you'd do if this happened.
None of you were stupid. Doing shit like this had every potential to go sideways and to go sideways fast.
It took one loud whistle from you for the entire band to stop playing. Eddie's eyes searched, found yours, and with a nod towards the back, you all vanished out the backdoor. Ran, one after the other, and jumped into waiting taxis, Robin squealing from adrenaline, the guys all panting but smiling.
That was fucking fun.
Eddie squeezed your hand, felt fucking alive.
Not a fucking drop of alcohol in his system.
Just.... life. Happiness and joy and love and fuck all the way off, Eddie loved you so much, if he wasn't in a taxi with several people he didn't mean to scar for life, he would've fucked you right there and then.
Alternatively, he opted to hide his full face into your neck and devoured you there instead.
One of his band members saw, nudged Steve with an elbow and asked, “Do they ever... not?” and it made Steve look, and he laughed before replying, “No, they never not.”
The next morning, Steve and Eddie were outside whilst you and Robin rounded of breakfast in the kitchen. You felt a little nauseous, but fine, moreso sad Robin was leaving soon.
Robin had been around for long enough to have heard and to have seen more than what you thought you could explain to her, but she'd not asked any questions.
So instead, you did.
“What do you make of it... of Steve's whole divorce, and... stuff,”
You kept it vague enough. Robin knew what you were hinting at though.
“He just... he's figuring it out, isn't he? It's good you're giving him the space to. It feels like this is what he needs,”
A short silence fell.
“You are what he needs, I think.” Robin continued, then added. “For now.”
And you smiled at her acceptance. Somehow that really meant a lot.
“For now.” you agreed.
A couple hours later, with her suitcases by the door and a car waiting, it was time to say goodbye, and you got the guys, called, “Babe,” out into the yard, and both boys turned their heads.
It made Robin snort.
“Yeah, that seems about right, doesn't it?”
And it really fucking did seem about right.
You and Eddie had never been just two.
You and Steve had never been just two.
Eddie and Steve had never been just two.
Some things just... came in threes.
Rock, paper, scissors. The colours of traffic lights. The amount of feet in a yard. The amount of teaspoons in a tablespoons.
Morning, noon and evening. Sun, wind and rain. Birth, life and death. Past, present and future.
No regrets.
You, Eddie and Steve. Steve, you and Eddie. Eddie, Steve and you.
For now.
For ever?
You didn't know. Hopefully for a while longer, though.
Eddie was going to need someone to punch and hug and then punch again when he was going to find the positive pregnancy test that you left upstairs in the bathroom by the sink.
You were you, Eddie, Steve and... some things just came in threes without any regrets.
